Chapter 4- Monster
When he sat her down the first thing he would notice was the way she sat. The same crouched manner that he often found himself sitting. Indeed he had to or else he found himself unable to reason at the same level he always did. This was perhaps one of the few things that made him smile, even if it was only on the inside. 'She takes after me in so many ways. I am a fool for waiting so long...' he thought to himself as he looked down at the floor for a while. Perhaps if he had been around he could have released Mizuno from the cloud of despair that she had fallen into when he had 'died'. The first thoughts in his mind were Monster, Fiend, and Demon. Was he that cold that he could have sat by and let the women who had loved him more then her own life believe he was dead? Perhaps he himself deserved to be killed by the Death Note. Even if he did it to keep himself alive that was no excuse, he shouldn't have.
His heart sunk a little. So she did have to meet the nightmare known as Light. Even if no one knew at that point that he was so horrible except Good, it was still something that was hard to hear. "Know that I would have never wanted you to meet that man. I wish that we could have met under better circumstances but sadly events have not allowed for it." he said as his eyes scanned hers. She was pretty, just like her mother but it was also surrounded in a more awkward look that she had obtained from him as well. It made him want to smile when he thought about all the things that she might be able to portray through her actions. This was indeed going to be a fun experience, even if it was serious business. It made him happy to hear however that other members of the NPA had survived, that he had not done away with them all even though that would have made him appear even more suspicious.
He smiled as well when she did, he could not help it. It was as if her smile had physically grabbed a hold of his face and forced him to do so. Although the next part would hit him hard. She was murdered, this he had not known. His heart felt like it had been placed beneath a car and crushed. "I..." he started but soon closed his mouth when he realized that he really did not know what to say. "Kira..." he repeated again in a low hateful manner. "So they were not able to stop that transfer of the Death Note. Dammit..." he said softly as he looked down at the ground. 'I really am...worthless...' he thought to himself, as it would be apparent to all that he had slipped even further into a depression of sorts. His face got more sullen; his eyes became darker and seemed to yearn to burst only to hold the tears back just barely. "So I really did fail..." he said as his head went down against his knees.
L did not even take note of the others when they entered the room. Instead he remained in his sulking position as he thought things over. This time he would not fail, he had something important to protect as well as his ego. The life before him was greater then his own now; he knew this even if she would not understand it. "We will...catch Kira..." he said softly, not audible to anyone except Hisaye.
Hisaye watched him with a tilted head as she tried to think what he was thinking. It seemed to be so hard, though. Despite them being so much alike, Hisaye was unsure of how he thought. He was a foreign thing to her. She guessed his thoughts to be on her mother right now. But what he was thinking about her, she didn't know. Both held a different relationship with Good so both would think differently about her. Though, the relationship was actually kind of close. Both of them had loved her very much, but with a slightly different kind of love. Hisaye had loved her like a mother while he had loved her like...well...a lover. There was a difference in there.
She nodded slowly as he stated he wouldn't have wanted her to meet Light. Seriously, she hadn't liked knowing that man existed. Hisaye had stuck very close to her mother as a little girl when he was around. Always such cold stares...of course, only she or her mother would catch them. She had been utterly overjoyed inwardly when they had gone to North America to Near. She had only stayed there...well...not too long at all. Possibly a year or two? She had been like...three or four when the offer had been placed to the task force. So, of course, the case had ended when she was five. It was all memories that were clear yet blurred in her head. She couldn't remember her exact age or days or anything. Yet she remembered the events as clear as anyone else who was on that cause should. The Kira case, what a devastating case it was.
So, he hadn't known that Good was murdered? Hisaye watched as he tried to say something. But it seems it was now he who could not speak. The roles had switched now. A small frown passed over her face, yes, she was sure she knew his thoughts now. Hisaye felt a need to comfort him, since he was an important person to her. She hadn't known him for long, but he was still important to her. She cared very deeply about him. He was her father...how could she not? The young woman moved her hand hesitantly, and rested it softly on his shoulder. Hisaye actually felt a strange need to hug him in comfort. It was strange how she felt like that. She had once felt that when her mother got depressed. It was something you felt towards family members, apparently.
Her hand slipped away rather quickly once the three had entered the room. Her eyes shifted over to him, seeing he had sunk down into his thoughts.
"Ryuuzaki..." Hisaye said softly to bring him out of his thoughts. She gestured towards the two children.
"Meet Giichi...and..."
She smiled sheepishly, "Lawliet...both are 8."
When she called his name he was stirred from his thoughts, even thought he was still in a completely depressed state. He would raise his head slowly as he looked back over his shoulder to view those who had just come in. It seemed that now there were some kids with Kira, but where they his and hers? From what he had gathered earlier they could have seemed that close but then she would clear it all up. They were children she had taken in, just as he had been long ago when Watari formed the whammy house institute. That place had been his savior, kept him from death or other worse fates out there for one such as himself to become a victim to.
"Hello." he said in a low, quiet tone. He did not care much for the children, especially at this moment in time. However the fact that one of them had the same name as him made a slight inward chuckle. This would be quite interesting; however he did not think that this boy would live up to the name. Oh well, one could only hope that he grew up to be brave and lawful. "It is very kind of you to take in children that are not you're own burden. I know someone who would have been proud of you..." he said as his mind formed images of Good, of Watari.
The two kids watched L, eyes curious (though Giichi's slightly fearful as well.) The young girl slinked behind Lawliet, as if an attempt to hide herself. A shy blush was spread across her face, one she held frequently.
"H-hello..." she whispered, the first one to speak from the two. Hisaye wondered if her actions and personality became obviously close to someone she and L both knew. She thought that was what provoked her to take them both in. Both of them...were so much like her parents. Of course they were very different as well, being two totally different people. But Giichi sometimes reminded her of her mom so much it pained her. Speaking of her mother...Hisaye blinked as she recalled. She would have to visit her mom sometime today...it was November 4th.
"Nice to meet you..." Lawliet blinked at him and tilted his head. Then his eyes shifted over to Hisaye. He looked between the two, becoming confused. "Hey, are you two related, Hisaye-chan...? You look a lot alike."
"E-eh...?" Giichi blinked and looked a tad closer from behind the boy. The timid female looked between the two, and then nodded slightly. "H-He does l-ook like y-you...Hisaye-chan. S-sorta..."
Hisaye smiled softly and shook her head. Was it so obvious that they were so much alike? Her eyes danced up to Fumito, he didn't need to know. If he figured it out, then he could know. Her hands stuffed back in her pockets and she sighed softly. She smiled inwardly and nodded in thanks as L commented. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with emotion for a moment, and then they faded back to their normal look.
"Hey, you two, you should go and play...Just remember not to be too loud.."
"Hai!" Both nodded and scurried off into another room. Fumito approached, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, Yin told me to tell you..."
"Don't," Hisaye cut him off. "It's always some joke about me and you. She's pretty intent on proving there's something going on, isn't she?"
"Yeah..."
"She won't find anything..." Hisaye murmured, voice tinted with a masked darkness. "Anyways..." her voice lifted back to normal, "thank you for running that errand for me. We should continue our work now..."
L would place a finger to his lips, which would push his upper lip away a little. The kids seemed like something that would have drawn Good as well, the way they acted. One of them even seemed to have been as shy as Good had once been. Perhaps that's why Hisaye took them in, reminders of what she used to have perhaps? It was not really his place to think or voice such things; he had no right as of yet to question her motives since he was only her 'father' at the moment. He could not rightfully call himself that anymore; he had not been around when he was truly needed. Perhaps he was no longer needed anyhow, he had failed to capture Kira the first time and now the mantle was passed on to his daughter. Perhaps he should just go, after leaving what he knew with her anyhow. But it seemed that she already knew a majority of what he told her, perhaps she was Kira? He doubted it, she was too much like Good to even consider it.
"Well this is a little awkward." he said slowly as he motioned to the way she was sitting. "It seems it is the first thing that people notice about us if we are close together, aside from our resemblances." he said as he looked to Fumito slowly. "Who is this Yin? Are they also a part of this case?" he questioned slowly as she mentioned they should get back to work. He however did not like being left in the dark so he would wait until they answered his question to even begin for real. "I need to know all information you have on this new Kira thus far," he said as he scratched his left foot with his right. He would then remove another chocolate bar and unwrap it. Carefully he took a bite and chewed while staring at Hisaye now.
'So there may be more to this then I expected' thought L as he sunk into a deep thought. Perhaps he should have his equipment moved here. Or maybe he should have the old building he had made last time fixed up so that they could use it as a base once again. Too many memories kept him from doing so but if he had too...he would...
Hisaye nodded quietly as he spoke, then her eyes shifted elsewhere. Her thoughts were elsewhere and she was distracted. Yes, it would soon become so painfully obvious they were related. It was already painfully obvious. Her attention was well upon some other thought. Her eyes danced over to him, watching him. They were dull at first, but a slight friendliness was glittering within them. Deep within them was a loving feeling, a natural feeling she felt due to who he was. She had always admired him, even if she hadn't known him.
"...Yin-chan? She watches Giichi and Lawliet sometimes, and then she also helps out a bit...Usually she's here, but not today."
Her eyes shifted to Fumito as he nodded. It had been exactly what he was going to say.
"All my information on Kira...?" She murmured, hoping up. She grabbed a notebook, a regular one, from her desk. "Well, currently Kira is a college student..."
Her eyes shifted to Fumito, "I figured that out early on in the case. He's yet again only targeting criminals...but, I don't know what his true motivation is. I think this Kira is doing this...for the fun of it. There's no true purpose...I think Kira just wants to see how far he can get away with it."
She was flipping, seemingly boredly, through the notebook. Her eyes scanned over her amounts of information.
"He's not as smart as Light was...but this Kira does have a good head on his shoulders."
...And green hair... she added quietly as her eyes saddened suddenly. There was a cold hatred in them as well as she spoke of Kira. She remembered when her mother was shot...the lock of green hair...Fumito wouldn't get away with this.
"Then there's all the Death Note rules and stuff you already know..."
She continued on with some information on the killing patterns and what not. Most people, she predicted, were dying on Mondays and Wednesdays. She wasn't sure if that would help her much...seeing as Kira could just write names and have them die within a time span of 23 days. Her thoughts still distracted her...there was something she had to do...something.
Few hours later
It was afternoon now. She stood in the black clothing she had been wearing all day. A white rose was gently in her hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Before her stood where her mother had been laid to rest. It was inside the city, but in a secret place her mom and her had found while in the park. It was near the edge of the city and was a medium-sized field. Flowers grew here when all was right, and the flowers were always so beautiful. It was here Hisaye decided her mom to go.
"It's been...a year...hasn't it, mom?" Hisaye murmured softly and closed her eyes. Hisaye crouched down and placed the rose on the grave, then sat on her knees, hands coming together. A silent prayer was sent through her mind, though she did not believe truly in Heaven or Hell. She just hoped wherever she was that Good was happy. Her mom had never used the Death Note...thus not making her go to 'Mu'. So…wherever she went...Hisaye just hoped for the best.
A strange feeling overcame her, then. She opened her eyes as her prayer ceased and stood. Her red eyes shifted about, had she been followed? Fumito never followed her...and he was busy with the kids right now. Those damn kids...yet she cared so much for them. Who else could've possibly followed her here...?
Dark clothing, this was enough for him to come to the assumption that she was mourning a loss. Good-Chan's resting spot seemed to be where they were. Although he could not yet confirm that he was almost positive that was the only reason someone would have come to this exact spot. The place was somewhere far from where most would trod, though it remained beautiful all the same. A place where nature seemed to be holding it's own against the ever approaching concrete jungle. He would remain far off in silence for quite some time. He didn't want her to be angry with him for following her. He really had no idea how she would react; he simply did not know her. His thoughts would drift to Good, the only person who had loved him, the only person he would ever love. This did not help the depression he was feeling, perhaps even coming here only made it worse.
After fifteen minutes he would slowly approach, his hunched over posture being the first noticeable thing in his walk. He would pause only a few feet behind Hisaye; he really had no idea what to say to her. He could offer all sorts of apologies for not being there but that was not what she would want to her, or at least that's not who he was. L was never one to admit he was wrong in anything, his stubborn nature making him one of the hardest people to get along with. "A nice place to rest" he stated, even though it was the obvious. He could not help it, the situation was awkward for him so he really had no idea what to say. For once the genius known as Lawliet was stumped, although he refused to let it win. "I..." he started but never finished; he just could not bring himself to finish. With any luck she would be able to figure out what he was trying to say.
He would now recede into his mind, his thoughts solely on Good. He would silent voice his questions to her even though he would receive no answers. 'What do I do Good? I don't understand how to have a child...how to love someone else anymore...' inwardly this was what he was feeling. Though no one would ever know, he would die with his true feelings always held to himself; he was not one to trust many others. "I don't know what to do now that I know who you are" he said slowly. "I don't even think I have any right to say that you're mine..." and with that he would look down at her grave and stare blankly, the ache of missing loved ones consuming him horribly. More then anything he needed a hug, an embrace from someone to make him feel as if he was alive, but that was also something he would never be able to just do...
