Left things on a bit of a cliffhanger last time; I just love those things.
In answer to a certain someone's question (you know who you are)
yes, I have every intention of saving our favourite sweet-eating detective's life if possible.
If possible.
I mean, come on, a fifteen year old blonde against a criminal genius (AKA Kira)?
That's hardly going to end well.
Although I do have a Blood Steed on my side; assuming I can pursuade him not to kill me for being an 'imposter' o.0
I'm not too clear on dates, but I'm sticking to the manga as best I can. As far as I can tell Kira appeared on the scene in 2004, L died in 2006. The case was solved - and Kira/Light Yagami died - in 2010.
So, what year is it?
Mello will tell you shortly.
Enjoy.
Yours insanely,
{E~L~L}
Ch3: 20 Questions
"Grey, what the hell?"
Mello glared down at me - yup, down; apparently I was every so slightly shorter than he was - and I gave him my best answer-my-question-bitch-or-die look.
I assume it worked better in Grey's body than it did back in mine. Either that, or Mello was aware that my OC didn't tend to bluff like I did.
"What. Year. Is. It. Is that such a difficult question to answer?"
Mello's striking blue eyes narrowed in that all-too-familiar suspicion, and suddenly our positions were reversed. I mentally cringed at what was to come, yet still had the time to take note of the fact that I was being pinned against the wall by one of my favourite anime characters.
Take that, fangirls back home.
"You're not Grey Sand. Who are you?"
And back to reality.
Ugh, I hate the 'Accusations & Interrogations' part. Now, let's see...
"That's completely irrelevant, Mihael Keehl.This is a matter of life and death!"
As expected, the use of his true name made him flinch in surprise. His grip slackened briefly, and his eyes widened, and I smoothly crushed his left foot with my right heel.
There we go. Now we both stood about a metre apart, his back to the wall and mine to the bed, staring each other down with wary hostility.
Sigh. And we'd been getting along so well until this point... Okay, that sounds delusional. Delusional is wrong - and mentally digressing in this kind of situation was idiotic. Focus, focus, focus.
"You better tell me what the hell you're on about right now, stranger. How do you know.. That name? And what's a matter of life and death."
Ah, now I had his attention. Now, we're getting somewhere.
"I know a lot of things, and you'd be wise to shut up and listen to them. Because I'm talking about the future - however near or far it may be - which currently makes it a matter of your life, and your death. Got it?"
Mello stared at me, his face now a mixture of emotions - still mostly negative, unfortunately - but seemed to have taken me at my word and had shut up.
Wow. I'd got the attention of one of my favourite anime characters, been pinned to the wall, pinned him to the wall and got him to shut up. This day just keeps getting better and better.
"Okay. Good. First things first. What year is it? Actually, screw that, what date is it?"
My voice was deceptively reasonable, and the blonde chocaholic sensed that. After only a brief moment's hesitation he answered,
"2004, September 22nd. Why is that so signifi-"
"Sh!"
I cut him off, raising a hand for silence as I wracked my brains to remember certain details of the manga. 2004...2004...
"You heard of the Kira case?"
His eyes narrowed slightly at the next question I shot at him; the tension in his shoulders was easy to see.
"Yeah.. It started up not long ago."
Yes. Yes, yes, YES.
L was alive! L WAS STILL ALIVE!
I didn't realise I'd spoken those thoughts out loud. If Mello had any doubts about my sanity before, he now looked like he'd reached the firm conclusion that I was mentally unstable. I refrained from coughing awkwardly, because I didn't feel like coughing awkwardly - more evidence for his case? - and strode towards the doorway. Mello almost moved to put more space between us, then changed his mind and planted himself firmly between me and the exit.
"Not so fast. You're not making any sense; you haven't told me anything!"
I considered that, feeling irrationally awesome as I did so.
"Hm... I guess I owe you some form of an explanation..."
I sighed, took a step back, and regarded him steadily.
" Apparently I bashed my head at about the same time as Grey's cranium got owned by a football, which somehow led to us miraculously switching bodies and dimensions through time and space."
I was really quite pleased with myself for coming up with such a non-pathetic, potentially plausible explanation. The 'through time and space' bit was just added on to make it sound better. Though Mello, as it turned out, didn't seem all too impressed.
"...That is the most pathetic excuse for an explanation I have ever heard. What are you, ten?"
I rolled my eyes and grabbed Mello's arm, pushing past yet pulling him after me in what was, again, a very smooth and satisfyingly unstoppable movement.
"Work with me here, Chocolate-boy. I hit my head and arrived here yesterday."
The blonde chocaholic probably gaped at the back of my head - I wasn't sure, as it was the back of my head - and after some effort managed to yank his arm out of my grasp.
"Stop right there. Where are you going?"
I stopped, and gave him a withering look.
"To inform that old man whom I harbor an irrational amount of distrust for that the world's greatest detective is going to die unless he hears what I have to say. Where do you think I'm going?"
This time, I can be certain that Mello's jaw did actually drop - if only ever so slightly. Really, I couldn't blame him for looking so stunned; I just kept dropping bombshell after bombshell on him. It was quite amusing, really.
"You're mental. You must be. None of what you're saying can be true!"
"I never lie."
"How would I know that?"
" Well, you're not the second-smartest WH kid for nothing!"
This was snapped over my shoulder as I abruptly started moving again; Mello hastily caught up, clearly offended by the jab at his ego, and strode alongside me.
"Hey.. How exactly do you know where the old man's office is?"
I gave him my trademark 'Insane Leprechaun' - as christened by my friends - crooked grin.
"Never doubt my sense of direction."
Mello eyed me, clearly uncertain as to what to make of this bizarre change. After my odd behaviour and then my grin - an expression that, no doubt, he didn't even know my OC's face could pull until now - 'Chocolate-boy' must have realised that this was no joke. For now, the blonde chocaholic seemed resigned to following along and not letting me out of his sight.
What, did he think I was going to bomb the place or spontaniously go on a killing spree like Beyond Birthday?
Well... He'd looked like L, and I clearly looked like Grey as I was in her body (still a creepy concept to accept)
...
Oh, the irony.
"So what do I call you?"
Mello asked rather suddenly as we neared Roger's office - I actually don't know how I knew where it was, but there you go - and I thought over that question for a long moment.
Then, a slow grin curved up my lips.
"Call me Leprechaun. Evil Little Leprechaun."