Sentiment
Chapter Two
Consciousness filled his being as he awoke, but his location didn't seem to be the forest anymore. Instead of the damp landscape of the forest, he lay on something soft which he seemed to sink into more and more as he moved.
Sepia irises shot open. Obviously, he was no loner in the cold confines of the forest... He didn't know whether to be disturbed or relieved. Scanning the room, he noticed a skillfully carved oak cabinet to the right of the king-sized mattress he was currently occupying. A painting of a single withered rose leaning sideways inside a fluorescent vase, and to add to his bewilderment, a crystal chandelier that you would only find in the wealthiest of manors in the hanging from the ceiling. Averting his eyes to the left side of the room, stood a shelf that occupied the whole expanse of the left wall overflowing with books. But the thing that pestered him most was the lack of windows. It was impossible to tell the time of day.
He embarked upon sitting up, but painfully sunk back down, emitting a gasp, remembering his injured thigh. Shivering suddenly, he noticed the cool temperature of the room. It was the middle of the summer for god's sake!
Before he had any more time to further inspect his surroundings, a dark figure appeared, of course standing as FAR away from him as possible. Light was befuddled.
"I'm assuming Light-kun is disorientated at the moment. But that's alright. I can answer any questions he may have for me."
Light glared at the man, taking in his features. Jet-black feathery hair, obviously he didn't take any care of it. Light scoffed. Then those abnormally large dark pupils, accompanied by dark bags that looked as if he were adorning eyeliner. He could see his own reflection. Clutched the comforter, he glared daggers at the other man.
Pale white. Absolutely no color other than white to his skin. He wore a baggy white shirt, and pants that seemed at least 10 sizes too large for his slim frame.
Light scrutinized him over once more to make sure he was seeing correctly.
"Oh, I'd just LOVE to know where the hell I am, who in fuck's sake you are, how you me, and where my Ryuuku is!"
"You are in my home, it is nearby where I found you and you may call me L, and your aggressive little THING is in another room playing with Watari… Or rather tearing up the place as Watari cleans it."
"And who may he be?..."
The insomniac placed a pale digit to his lips, biting down softly.
"Watari is my pet penguin. He rescued me when I was a mere 4 years old from an impending death."
Light's facial expression ceased to change. "You're telling me a penguin managed to SAVED you?"
L stared longingly towards the chandelier. "Well yes. If it wasn't for him, I would be vampire meat. He saved me just in time, although, I myself have turned into one of those creatures." He looked down towards the floor, his expression mildly changing to despondency.
Light let out a sigh of frustration, for some reason not being surprised by this information. "Now care to answer the question you've been avoiding. How do you know who I am?"
L looked uneasy. "I have been stalking Raito-kun every since he turned the age of 9. Although I have my reasons."
This disgusted the teen. "What reasons?"
"I am his guardian. Ten years ago, the witch, who may I say was associated with Watari, gave me the task of protecting you. Also, I'd like to inform Light-kun that on the day we meet, he will change physically. But don't be alarmed. It looks rather cute on you." L smiled softly.
Light stared at him in bewilderment. Eh?
L ambulated over to the cabinet, picking up an elegant mirror. "Here. Take a look."
Light cautiously took the mirror, gasping as he aimed it towards his face. On his head stood two identical auburn cat ears. "GYAH!" He dropped the mirror, ignoring the crash.
"Oh, and also." L pointed near Light's bum.
A brown neko-tail stiffened as Light just froze.
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