Yep I kinda gave up on Author Notes. This chapter just didnt seem to need one lol. Okay Fin. Enjoy.
(05.26.09)start writing
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Disclaimers: I do not own the story line that is Death Note. I own all but two of the manga though. Nor the general Catholic/Christian religions. I do not own true gothic lolitia clothing of a lot of other stuff... lol
"Run through walls"
My feet padded against the street, faster and faster. I zipped through the darkened city in silence except the sounds of my feet, my chains, and my quickened breath. I came to a stop at a club. The bass of the music trembled through me and I smiled. "I'll be back soon, love." I mumbled under my breath and fled the scene.
I came across a closed down gothic Lolita/punk store I smiled and pressed my hand to the handle. It was locked of course. I glanced around me and pressed my hand through the door. I went through up to my elbow then threw myself through.
I gasped at the feeling. Damn. Going through solid objects was not good for me while visuable. I stood there breathing unevenly for a few moments and then let go of the doors handle. I walked around the store quietly, strolling through the various items. I then found what I was looking for, a one-strapped black backpack. It was sack shaped with red cloth forming a large cross crossing over the middle. A tilted printed white cross outline also decorated the front. It was the perfect size to hold all my stuff. I undressed myself and stood in the stilled air with my scantily black top and short jeans clad body. I slipped on my stockings and placed the black shirt and gray jeans in the backpack. I found a pair of knee high gothic Lolita boots and slipped them on too. I took out some money I had snagged from L before I left and placed it on the counter with a hand written note and the tags of the objects I had purchased.
I slipped through the door again, my breath only slightly uneven now. I was getting better at this. Nice. I walked down the streets back to the club quickly in silence.
My lips twitched as I stared at the long line that snaked around the front of the building. Let's see me choices. a) use force to get into the club quickly. b) wait in the long line and have the chance of someone seeing me. or c) just try to get my way in by more subtle means. I pondered over that for a split second and decided why no have some fun? I strolled over to the front of the line and a few grimaces came from the back of the line and also some grins. I smiled at the bouncer, my eyes half closed and cast downward. The bouncer smiled at me and waved me in without even checking for a Id. I brushed his shoulder as I passed and walked on, smiling. I did feel bad for cutting all those people but I needed something to cloud my mind so very badly. I let the music pulsate through me, the sounds making my movements for twitchy, anxious to move around with the music. I moved to the front the middle of the middle of the dance floor, my body mingling with the others. My limbs moved on their own as songs went by and sweat started to come off other's bodies. My body stayed dry, it unable to even create sweat. I let the music take control of my music and let my worries go.
3rd POV
At the Hotel.
L stares meaningfully out the window. 'What did this mean? Was I being controlled? How can I even feel such things? What is happening...?' L's confusion saturated his thoughts as he tried to make sense of all this. He always kept his emotions on check but yet Cross was able to get through his composer. Watari walks in and speaks to L, not waiting for a response to his entrance knowing it will never come.
"L, about the Kira case..." L interrupts him suddenly still staring out the window.
"What do you think of intimate relations—no—I mean of a kiss, what would it mean?" L looks to Watari for an answer.
"What is this lady's relation with you, L?" Watari's voice portrayed his fatherly curiosity. "It truly is not of my business but even I can be curious."
"She had appeared in front of me and she intrigued me. I didn't know simply what to do. It was childish curiosity. Nothing more... It was still that way even in the meeting... Even if a slight fondness did seem to appear. She seemed to know what she was doing and I enjoyed it." Watari nods, wanting to ask of the story but knowing it may be a wrong move if he were to..
"And intellect of equal standing is something you look for... in a friend..." L interrupts again, almost defensively, his lips pulled down.
"I have no friends, Watari. I will never do. Relations..." L paused remembering what Cross had said less than an hour ago. "...are distractions and complications."
"Yes, as so it seems." Silence dawned on them as L turned his attention back to the window. Watari understood he was not to have a response and quietly excuses himself.
X POV
Club...
I moved my way over to the bar and smiled at the tender. I called him over by a small movement of my finger and ordered a few jello shots and a large bottle of sake. I finished off the sweet jello shots with glee and started off the sake slowly. I listened to the music, my lips moving to the words they seemed to know even if I did not. Drunk and high people passed by me smelling of weed, sweat, and alcohol. I gazed at their passing bodies without interest, my natural party high slowly fading away. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Are you here alone" I glanced sideways, my hand tracing my half empty bottle of sake. Half empty or half full, hm? I thought about that.
"Excuse me beautiful?" I turned to the guy. He was the basic genjii(sp?). Dirty blond, not truly that handsome. Nothing special. The general someone who wanted to be laid here in Japan in hopes that hot Japanese girls didn't know shit about American looks. I chuckled and he gave me a questioning look. I spoke in perfect English, a faint British accent truly hinted with the American in surprise.
"Sir, I am in no mood of your horseplay. To play your little game in hopes of sex and your little sexual fantasies of school girls and maids is not something I will—in any means—be contributing in." A look of shock flashed across his face then one of anger replaced it.
"How dare you insult me??" I gazed calmly at him and sipped at my sake. He pushed against the table, spilling the sake everywhere. I grimaced. That was good sake. Just because I didn't get drunk unless I drunk ten men's worth did not mean I didn't enjoy the flavor. I pouted for a split second, the man still boring me with his nonsense.
His hand slipped my breast and started to grope it. My head cleared up instantly and I froze for a second then moved, anger enraging me. My hand grabbed the one that was groping me and twisted it away. I threw myself off the table and spun on my heel, kicking him smack across the face. His body wretched onto the floor. He skwrimed on the floor and I shoved a boot covered foot in the small of his back. he yelped and went limp. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear
"No. One. Ever. Will. Touch. Me. Understand?" I heard a small whimper in response and stood up. Everyone at the club was staring at us now. I grabbed the mans wallet and took out some money. I slipped it on the counter.
"Gomen." I said to the gawking bartender and tossed the wallet back on the guy, walking out quickly. I heard a few mutterings and slowed down to catch what they were saying.
"Did you see her face? Was it a mask? Make-up?" I grimaced. I couldn't come here again. There would be too much talk after this and they would question me on my face. That kick had misplaced my hair in the turn and everyone that was watching had glimpsed it, maybe even the man.
I slipped out of the club and watched a black car roll through the darkness. I started to take off my boots but decided against it and stepped back into the shadows as the car passed by me. I glance the silhouette of a messy head of hair and a pale angular white face. L.
The car halted to a stop a block away and I watched L slip out, looking side to side. I edged away. I knew he shouldn't be able to see me if I stayed still, but the fact he was so close made me edgy.
3rd POV
L glanced around and noticed a edge of something black and white in the shadows. His eyes widened. He reached out slightly, almost pleading. X stepped out of the shadows. Nothing touched her eye and she turned around swiftly, starting into a sprint. L sped after her, knowing that each second he waited, the farther she would run.
X fled across the concrete, her feet padding as she ran, her chains jingling. A similar sight. Running from L. Was she never to be rid of him? Of him and the pain he brought her? She run eleven blocks without stopping, her slow breath never altering, never needing too. She stopped suddenly and checked her surroundings before settling her self in the shadows. She zipped down both boot and slipped them off and shoved them in her backpack, anger finally leaking into her emotions. Why did L want to be with her. She was to be only a burden and a complication to the case. She grimaced and punched the brick wall. Cold blood ran down her knuckles and she licked it off. before it dripped anywhere and left evidence of her presence. The hole in the wall was not going to disappear anytime soon so she ignored it, her way of making it disappear. She watched the wound close, a scar not even leaving its departing mark.
Cross sighed and leaned her head against the wall. She grabbed her belongings and slung it back over her shoulder and peered down the streets. No one in sight. She stepped back into the street lights and started to walk off. A force crashed into her, but not bringing her down. Arms wrapped around her arms and torso. Cross glimpsed a lock of raven hair in her peripheral vision and froze.
"L..."Her lips mouthed silently in shock. X though he had lost him. His breathing was quick but not at much at you would imagine it would be for running eleven blocks at her speed and she didn't hear him running nor a car running. Cross tilted her head back, straining her neck toward him. Her lips touched his and she pulled back as if the touch had shocked her, still locked in L's arms. X turned around in L's arms and stared up at him. His dark hair covered his eyes, his lips parted only slightly, warm air blowing on her, his arm cool around her waist.
X pulled free one of L's hands, his other arm tightening around her in the process. Cross pressed the palm of the hand to her own cheek, the one of flesh.
"I feel so much from this L. But this..." Cross moved the hand under her hair to cup around her other cheek. "its like you are touching my soul, L. If I had one. Its such a raw, never satisfying feeling. It makes me want you to touch me." X looked up to L, her eyes half closed.
"But this isn't right L." L's face displayed just as she felt. his own eyes were closed, an image of bliss, his lips still parted but not of his run.
"You could have disappeared forever if you wanted to Cross. But you choose not to. Its a chase for you, X. You wanted me to catch you." A smiled came upon Cross's lips.
"True enough. I want you to want me, L. In anyway. Even as simply as a pet or an simple assistant. I don't know why and I am suspicious of this feeling." L nods, his face hard.
"As you should be..." Cross loosened her grip on L's hand fell limply, slipping from her cheek.
"You don't know how deep you and I are in this. In the Kira case.... and in simple attraction." L's eyes open and glance sideways. Cross follows his gaze to Watari's car as it stopped in front of them.
"We should be going." L let go of his grip around X's waist and turned on his heel to car. He opened the door and turned back around to Cross.
X's face was very vulnerable. "Please don't make me leave, L. Don't let us take this far. Its not right. Not now and even if I'm incorrect—i don't think ever. Its dangerous and it will surely cost you your life, L. Kira seeks out every weakness that you will ever show and I will surely be that to you."
L understood and nodded, ducking his head in. He took his place in the car and X followed in silence.
"I'm sorry L." Cross spoke quietly as she watched L's expression in the dark. His hair covered his eyes and the shadows blocked out any sight of them but his mouth and the set of his jaw, they were simply heart-breaking by their quiet pain. To anybody they would see nothing wrong but it was just something Cross could see. She leaned over and kissed softly on his hand, then his cheek and, then, tenderly on his soft but pained lips. She pressed her forehead to his once more.
"I'm so sorry." Those we're her last words before she pulled back and they rode back to the hotel in silence.
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