Now things are starting to pick up from the introduction.
One of the great things about landing in an alternate dimension;
no one knows anything about you.
The Death Note cast have no choice but to refer to me by my amazing nickname! :])
Anyway, people might be wondering where that mint-loving Blood Steed has got to...
Dare read on to find out?
I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. I do, however, own Grey Sand, Niden, me, myself and I.
Enjoy.
Yours Insanely,
{E~L~L}
'The statistics of insanity is that one out of every four people have a mental illness. Look at your three best friends; if they're okay, then it's you.'
- anonymous
It was dark.
No one could see me - nor could I see them - for I was surrounded by
everlasting, impenetrable blackness.
I was flying, travelling smoothly through time and space,
back to the future and forwards to the past,
unstoppable, untouchable...
"Leprechaun, get that box off your head and stop messing around!"
Damn.
Reluctantly I emerged from my latest method of staving off boredom - I mean, one can only stare out the window so long - discarding the large cardboard cube to meet Mello's irritated gaze.
"We're talking with L in less than twenty-eight minutes to share crucial information about the Kira case, and you're acting like a child."
I grinned at him with the delirious cheerfulness of someone who hasn't slept in over twenty-eight hours.
"I'm a fifteen year old girl. There's only so much idiocy I can hold in."
The blonde chocaholic simply stared at me.
"... I cannot believe I ever thought for a second that you were Grey."
"Neither can I. Aren't you supposed to be second ranking at Wammy's House?"
And... Gotcha. Mello's jaw clenched, and he pointedly turned his back on me to glare at the opposite wall, snapping off a piece of chocolate with more force than strictly neccessary. I turned my thoughts back to more important matters than the blonde's wounded ego.
For instance, why was there a cardboard box in the room? Was Flora really margerine?
And what's Mello's exact relationship with Grey, anyway?
"None of your business."
Apparently I'd been thinking out loud, again. A slow grin curled up the corners of my lips at Mello's snapped words.
"Technically it is, seeing as I'm stuck in her body. There's enough awkwardness between me and you as it is; I don't need to add sexual tens - "
"STOP. Right. There. It's platonic, okay? Purely platonic. We're friends."
Delighted with this recent, incredibly amusing turn of events, I pretended to consider this concept.
"Well, why the whole ' none of your business ' crap? A platonic relationship is nothing to deflect about."
Mello hesitated only slightly, but it was enough.
"... I was annoyed. And because since it is platonic, it really isn't your business."
"That's a pathetic excuse and I don't believe you."
I did believe him. Really. Well, kind of. I couldn't be sure. Still, I wasn't going to admit that now. Not when I was focused on shamelessly taking advantage of the chocaholic's one weakness; his emotions.
Thus, an impressive bout of pointless bickering began.
"So you're saying you're gay? The fangirls will love that."
"What?! No!"
By the time a rather wary-looking Roger poked his head around the door and indicated for us to come inside, I'd done a Near-worthy feat and managed to get Mello within seconds of throttling me. Fortunately, my appearance seemed to be deterring him from any homicidal impulses, however tempting they seemed every time I opened my mouth.
"Mello, please calm down. You and, er, Leprechaun can come in now; L is ready to speak with you."
Mello took a deep breath, let it out, glared at me, then walked inside. Deliberately not dwelling on the fact that L was alive, and that I was about to hear his awesome electronically-modified voice, I followed.
There it was. On Roger's desk was the laptop with the black calligraphic 'L' against a white background. Though there were chairs by the desk, Mello deliberately leaned against the wall and tried to make his expression unreadable. I merely walked up to about two metres in front of the desk, then let my legs collapse-and-fold under me to sit cross-legged on the floor.
Roger looked slightly perturbed by my manner. I suspected that was the point, but couldn't be sure; it's not like I think in steps.
No, I think in FERRETS!
Okay. That was random, even for me. The O.O.F.S. must be stronger than I thought.
"Evil Little Leprechaun. I understand you are not from this time, and hold information you believe to be important to the Kira case."
How I managed to maintain a somewhat serious expression, I do not know to this day. Not to be left out, Mello called from his place by the wall,
"That is correct. Leprechaun knows things that Grey couldn't possibly have known; this isn't a facade."
I shot him a 'stop-stealing-my-speaking-time-with-my-favourite-anime-character-or-I'll-gauge-your-eyes-out-with-a-spoon' look. It was super effective. L's modified voice spoke once more.
" I am aware that this is not an act, Mello. From my present video feed, I can deduce that Grey is not Evil Little Leprechaun."
Eying the laptop's webcam, I wondered whether he'd caught my potentially-homicidal look at Mello and if so, on what percentage of insanity the world's greatest detective would put me on.
"Evil Little Leprechaun, is there any knowledge you hold that can save lives in the next forty-eight hours?"
Ah, so he wanted proof before he had me flown off to Japan.
"Yup."
Jackpot. I had just the one. My trademark 'insane Leprechaun' grin took over my face.
"Give Raye Penber a fake I.D."
Mello raised an eyebrow.
"Who the hell is -?"
I smoothly interrupted him in a split-second decision that it was better to be overly cautious.
"In fact, screw it, just have all twelve of your agents work under fake names and give them fake IDs to match. I can't tell you anything that'll stop criminals from dropping like flies, except for the fact that it might be a good idea not to let their names leak out."
I paused, resting my hand on my chin thoughtfully.
"But Kira supporters will probably get ahold of most of them anyway, so that doesn't really solve anything... Yeah, let's just go with the fake names and IDs, see how that works out."
There was a silence, then L's 'voice' spoke again.
"I see. I will have the fake identification sorted. Leprechaun, do you know who Kira is?"
I could practically feel the eyes on me. How to respond? 'Yes, L, I do know who Kira is; he's exactly who you think he is, but me saying so won't change anything because you still won't have any evidence. Oh, and he's going to kill you because of his insane acting skills and paranoia. Isn't that charming?'
No, that wouldn't do at all.
"Yup, but that won't change anything. After all, you can hardly imprison someone just because a fifteen year old girl says they're Kira. Additionally, the killings wouldn't stop because Kira is annoyingly clever and will definitely have taken precautions for that kind of situation."
"I understand. It was a pleasure speaking with you, Evil Little Leprechaun. I have arranged for transport from England to my headquarters in Japan, and we will discuss things in further detail there. Goodbye."
I waved; the screen of the laptop faded to black. Mello jumped at the chance to question me.
"You know who Kira is?"
I stood up, rolled my eyes at him, saluted Roger, and padded out of the room with the chocaholic in hot pursuit as I headed back to my/Grey's room.
"Of course I do, nitwit. Why is everyone so interested in that? L knows, too - or at least, he suspects - but that won't get Kira behind bars."
"So you're not going to tell me."
"Hell no. You'll just do something stupid. Like brag to Near. Oh yeah, Near... I have to stalk him for a while before we leave."
"We? Wait, what?! Stalk Near?"
"Yes, we. I can't just leave the only person who knows anything about me behind, now can I? You're good company. Yes, stalk Near. I haven't seen him yet."
Mello was silent for a long moment. Maybe his brain was overloading with weirdness.
"Y-you want me to come with you? To work with L? And why are you so keen on stalking Near and not me?"
"Yes, you. Though you are supposed to be studying... What do you mean, why Near and not you? You're stalking me. Stalking you is hardly neccessary, unlike stalking Near."
A familiar monotone spoke up from behind.
"Why are you talking about stalking me?"
I spun around.
"NEAR!"
Evil Little Leprechaun used uber-glomp. Evil Little Leprechaun's attack missed!
Damn, I've got to stop making mental Pokémon jokes. Near - with a puzzle box under his arm - simply stared at me blankly, whereas Mello seemed stuck between glaring at Near and giving me a sincere WTF expression.
"Oh, no reason, except for the fact that I'mnotreallyGreyandIhave vital information concerningthe Kira case whichyou'llneverhearofbecauseI'mstealing Mello andflyingofftoLwithoutyou bye!"
When faced with your favourite anime characters and in doubt of what to do, run like hell. Preferably with one of said anime characters. My choice-that-wasn't-really-a-choice was Mello, seeing as he was motivated enough to run after me. I absently wondered whether Near ever ran, passed my/Grey's room door due to such a thought, skidded to a halt, and got flattened by a certain chocaholic speeding around the corner.
Ow.
"You know, there's a way of not crashing into unsuspecting civilians, Mello. It's called stopping."
Mello leapt up off me like he'd been burned. I got to my feet more slowly - I was the person with the soreness of being crashed into, after all - and gave him a smile meant to transmit the 'no hard feelings' vibe. I don't think it turned out very well; I'm not one for sincere niceness, unlike my OC. Still, Mello seemed to get the picture.
"I'm going to bed. Go... Pack, or talk to Matt or something."
"Leprechaun, it's 19:30."
"Not in Leprechaunland it isn't. Speaking of which, tell Matt I said hi and that I'll stalk him after I stalk Near and steal a piece of his jigsaw."
On that spontaniously-thought-up high note, I closed the door in his face. And locked it, for good measure, before retreating to the bathroom to change into something suitable for sleeping in. As I searched through my OC's wardrobe, alone, I felt an odd chill in the air. A shiver went down my spine, and the familiar paranoid feeling of being watched rose up.
"Oh, hell."
I shot into the bathroom, changed, and returned to the bedroom with clear, focused sinuses. Yup. The faint, sulfurous smell was there; I'd never smelt it before, but there was no mistaking it.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I very much regretted sending Mello away now. Because being alone with a Blood Steed when you're currently inhabiting its Possession's body and it knows you're not its Possession is, well...
I'd never actually considered such a situation before, but I'd assume it's bad. Just as the fact that I could not see said Blood Steed was bad.
"Okay, Niden, I can explain. Just show yourself, wouldya? It's beyond creepy, not seeing who I'm talking to."
I was briefly airborne; then my back hit the mattress, and Niden in all his terrifying-yet-awesome glory was standing at the foot of the bed with fangs bared, crimson irises glowing forebodingly. I could only stare at the real, flesh-and-blood version of my created species, unable to swallow, barely able to breathe.
"You have thirty seconds to tell me who you are - who you really are - and where the hell Grey Sand is before I bite off some limbs."
Oh, fuck.
Ah, the splendidness of being trapped in a room with a homicidal monster at the end of a chapter. I do believe that is also known as a cliffhanger to potentially pissed off readers who hate cliffhangers, but think of it this way! Now I MUST write what happens next!
No, I won't be eaten. Thanks a lot, Longshot.
Yours Insanely,
{E~L~L}
PS: O.O.F.S = Overly Obsessive Fangirl Disorder. Made up by yours sincerely.
You know you have it.