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L—Ryuzaki
Anita sided with him from the moment she saw him. Not that it was unexpected—it was a detective who sounded remarkably like Skulduggery or a murderer gone mad, claiming to be gone. Siding with Kira would be like siding with a Faceless One to Anita. Or a hunter.
She soon liked him. She called him up, talking with him. He thought she was Kira. The accusation stung, but eventually L came to trust her—it was probably when she took a dagger resulting in torture at the hands of Il'Guin, she reckoned.
Anita sank down next to the lifeless body, falling into memory.
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She pushed the man out of the way. He snarled at her for a moment, thinking it was an attack, even as the force of the push made her turn to face the dagger she knew was coming full on.
Il'Guin. She knew it was him.
He ripped out the dagger, pushing his hand through shredded muscle to her stone. His fingers scrabbled at the surface before getting a hold and pulling it out. Anita gritted her teeth as he started to squeeze, bursting into screams as memories looped through her head.
Her mother, bloodied and beaten.
Her mother, dying in Anita's arms.
Skulduggery, screaming, as Serpine pointed, Anita helpless with her bones broken.
Alphonse, his rune out and exposed, as Anita struggled to support her body without legs, fighting the wooziness that came from blood loss, biting her lip to stay awake, preparing a dagger for Lust's unwary back.
She collapsed, pulled deeper into memory.
DungeonMaster lay dying at the hands of Venger. Anita screamed, throwing fire at the fiend, turning to a near-lifeless body. Fire would not heal him. Fire could not heal him. She started to chant, and her soul went into him, her life, and his weakened soul came to her. As she knew would happen, they mixed when they went back, something crossing, linking the two forever.
Al, bruised and beaten, tried to pull out the dagger, but it wouldn't work. Anita felt something in her go, and she knew it was too late. Again, she started to chant, rushing the words as his soul slipped away. Again, souls mixed, and the three were all bonded.
Alphonse cried out as his rune was shattered—shattered—and Anita screamed her rage. She had grown, in power and in knowledge, so she didn't waste time with chants—she just placed her hands, palms down, on the armor that was his body and screamed as her soul was ripped from her. Again, a mixing, a bonding.
Skulduggery, turned to dust under the Scepter, Serpine laughing as the black glow lit his face. He was still laughing as Anita plunged the dagger into his face, killing him almost instantly. She turned, and didn't even have time to scream as the souls rushed in an exchange. It nearly killed her, but she woke in Skulduggery's arms. Mix. Bind.
Death collapsed as his lifetimer was smashed, and Anita knew the impossible had just occurred. Death was…dead. She switched the hourglass for hers, and souls mixed in the process. She screamed, but was powerful enough to ignore it and fix the ruined hourglass—now hers—scattered in pieces on the floor. Mix. Bind.
Alphonse screamed as his body turned to liquid, shooting towards Anita as every metal object in the room came flying at her. She screamed as she tried to control it, but she wasn't meant for this amount of power; it would destroy her and those around her. Finally, a searing pain ran through her as it stopped. Most of the metal in the room was disfigured somehow, but Alphonse had managed to stay through it all. Anita crawled towards him. At first, he flinched back, not sure if she was under control, but with no sign of metal bending around her, he ran forward, scooping her into his arms, stroking her hair soothingly. And that was when Anita became a metal bender.
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She stopped screaming as the stone shattered. Breaking out of his shock, he kicked Il'Guin in the face. Il'Guin promptly dropped the stone, and the fire Anita could only watch with frightened yet disinterested eyes went out. A dagger blossomed in Il'Guin's chest, and Anita realized she had thrown it. The stone moved into her hand and she gasped, vision clearing, as the emptiness in her chest went away, the cold grip of her dying gone.
"You aren't Kira," he said.
"Been…trying…to tell you that," Anita panted. She had her soul back, in one piece, but she was out of breath and her throat was rough, ragged. She started to sit up, but L pushed her gently back down, shushing her. He tilted water into her mouth; she swallowed gratefully, staring up into those grey eyes.
He withdrew his hand, and she couldn't resist anymore. Her strength was back, following the power she gleaned from the imbibed power, so she sat up quickly, catching him by the mouth. He didn't move or breathe, and she pulled back. He shook slightly, and he rocked back, but he didn't run.
"God…did I…did I enjoy that? This girl who I barely know," L wondered. "But then," a voice argued, "You've known her for a while. You didn't want to think she was Kira, did you? You like the girl."
Shoving away the teasing in his head, taking the voice of Near for some reason, L stood, holding his hand out to Anita. She took it, standing gracefully and going to the body of Il'Guin, wresting the dagger from his chest.
"I hate doing that…" she muttered, as the body faded into mist and disappeared, putting L in mind of a video game. Somewhere else, Il'Guin stood, anger clouding his features. That girl kept killing him…and reviving him…
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Anita held her hand up, and crumbs disappeared from the plate, fires blazing up before dying down to reveal another slice of double-layer chocolate cake. It was still the only thing she could make.
She reveled in the fact that she had, a few weeks prior, to convince L to actually enter a relationship with her. She didn't blame him for being cautious, especially when half of the time their conversations were interrupted by one assassin or another, and Anita quickly slashing through their chest before carrying on. Even the blood cleaned itself from the knife automatically—just another spell Anita had developed.
As she handed the plate over, L suddenly put it down and snatched her hand. She was a bit unsettled, but not a second later he had pulled her into a hug. Shocked, Anita gripped him tightly, grinning. When he let go, she made herself do the same. On retreat, she saw that he was blushing furiously.
"Th-thanks for the cake," he muttered. Anita smiled. She had always thought stammers were quite cute…
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Episode twenty-six. Anita watched, keeping her tears back only because of her parents' presence, as Ryuzaki died. And then there was dinner. There was no time.
As soon as she could, she went into her room. She didn't even know what excuse she used, she just saw Ryuzaki lying sprawled, half on the bed and half on the floor. She dragged him onto the bed, whispering his name as she put his head onto her lap, crying as she stroked his hair back. His flesh was cold, his muscles slack.
"Please, oh, please God, don't let it be too late!" she prayed. And she felt herself and L entwine, souls becoming a light mist in the air. As the souls crossed, falling into each other's bodies, Anita passed out.
She woke not even minutes later, and cried into L's cold, still chest. Her tears came slowly and left swiftly—she had cried over so much before—and she simply lay with her head bowed over his.
A deep, waking breath. Anita's head whipped up enough to search in L's face for some sign of life. His eyes fluttered open, and Anita gave a quiet cry of joy, hugging him to her chest.
"Don't you dare scare me like that again! Ever, you hear?" Anita said over his shoulder. She was sobbing, sounds of wracking her body. "God, I love you," she whispered into the space behind him.
Instantly, L stiffened. Anita started to pull back, but his arms tightened and he said, "I think…I think I might love you, Anita."
She smiled sadly. 'Think' meant a no, but it was ok to her. And then, as she pulled away, he pulled her back in. She frowned; the angles were all weird…
And then his lips pressed against hers. Anita's eyes shut slowly, not daring to believe it. Her heart beat quickly, her stomach did flips, and then her arms were solidly around the man. She started to react, and she felt a blush tinge her cheeks. They were silent, but she still reveled in it.
A slight sadness overcame her when she realized that she couldn't feel a thing. She knew exactly what it felt like, but…and she suddenly knew the taste of him, without ever tasting it herself.
Butter-cream frosting.
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As she had nearly every time, she proposed quickly, and they were married on July twenty-first. She had to admit, L looked odd in a suit, but when he stood straight, he was tall, strong-looking. And he stood straight as she marched down the aisle.
A blur. Nevena had helped with makeup, loaned Anita one of her dresses, and was the maid of honor.
Watari was best man; the rest sat just in the front row, smiling. They did not join the ceremony, not this time—by their own choice, of course.
This time, the ring Anita gave L was made before the wedding, as the two lay side by side, talking.
Everything melted away in light of the reception. Anita felt horrible for it, but she couldn't help it—Nevena had a daughter in Fastreena. Her name was Seren. Anita had no time to talk with a single other person, because Seren asked question after question. L left to get more cake several times. Anita tried to end the conversation, gently, but it never worked.
She left tired and drained, but one look at L and her spirits lifted instantly.
A/N: So, I didn't know how to end that, really, but there you have it. I see that Images already has readers from Germany, and the UK. I would say from the U.S., too, but…I think that might be me. So, hey, if you're still with me, READ! And review to let me know I'm still with you. I'll respond, and I don't mind if you just criticize me, because then I'll get better.
Anita is now a Mary-Sue. I think some of you knew that was coming. And the part where Il'Guin was torturing her was, I hope, not too confusing. But I needed to fill in the soul-bonds, because those are important. I couldn't before, because usually they occurred after the next person came in, which is where I leave off the chapters.
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