Poems for L Lawliet and Kew (Kat) Keikan
Heart
Heart tightened,
Something he'd never
Felt before;
Sudden painful
Realization
Came with the disaster.
He wished with all his
Heart
For good to come
He needed it:
He needed
Her.
Plummet
Fainting, falling away
Of what she'd
Come to enjoy;
Falling away from
All hope.
Falling away from him:
He caught her
Saved her—
Too late.
Poems by "Murasaki-hime" (Purple Princess)
A/N: Warning, OOCness might occur.
Recap:
A good few hours passed when she noticed two familiar figures passed by the café. Slight scratching reached her ears as a constricting feeling hit her chest. Standing, she wobbled a bit, "I-I got to go."
Crimson dribbled down her chin as she took off blindly, letting her instincts lead her to the hotel.
-
Lawliet looked questioningly at the footage, rewinding and pausing it at the part where a blurred figure took off madly form the note blue almost drunkenly.
He had only been able to notice it now, just as gagging and a mess of coughing reached his ears.
--
Lawliet dashed over to Kat, just as she started to wobble, softly pulling her wig off. She was rasping something in between her hoarse mewling and meowing. A distressed and painful sound that made everyone cringe.
He caught her awkwardly, quickly moving his arms so that they would not land anywhere inappropriate. A soft stream of crimson dribbled down her chin, the pungent coppery smell suffocating her. Trailing down her face were tears, accentuating her puffy eyes. The pain was scathing, agonizing and so much more real than anything she had ever felt before. As if some unseen force was stomping relentlessly on her ribs with building pressure.
Her eyes, even hidden behind muddy colored contacts, were pleading him for help as the color faded from her cheeks.
The task force watched on in silent horror; it seemed like a scene from a terror film. The way her real hair was sticking to her face and neck, how her arms were wrapped tightly around his own, and most definitely how he looked at her with actual emotion in his eyes.
She gave one last shudder, one final gasp…then she fell limp against Lawliet.
It was silent, the façade he had built up until that point breaking slowly.
Soundless, hollow and vacant it became as he tightened his arms around her. Please don't die, please Kat. He thought, flashes of a broken girl lying in a musty and dark basement swimming up to his eyes.
The quiet was unsettling, especially with only the hum of the air conditioning unit in the background. Noiseless tears rolled down his face, unseen by every one else as he gently dug his face in her hair, wondering lamely why everything seemed to fade before his eyes.
The task force filed out of the hotel suite solemnly, knowing it was not their place to witness something so personal.
As he sat there pathetically, embracing what most likely was a corpse, he could not help but think of how completely disgusted he was with himself. He should have anticipated this! He should have been able to tell that it was not safe for Amane to run around with Kat! But a listless tone in the back of his head mutely noted that her days had been numbered since her birth, DNA being crossed with a cat.
The flashes and sirens from the Russian operatives' automobiles were exasperatingly vociferous, they were trying to retrieve her, not wake up the whole city.
As soon as they deemed it safe to enter the crude inhabitance, Lawliet sprinted across the snow laden ground, puffs of exhalation visible with every huff he gave. He had been antsy ever since he had heard that Kat was once more in an unfavorable position, and all those around him had noticed. The cold boy they had gotten, the one that had been abused and mistreated in so many ways and beyond, had finally become attached to something again, brought himself to care for the naïve girl that had been placed as his roommate for the past few years.
The bastards that had so gallingly taken Kat away were tied up, gagged and ready to be shipped off to the nearest maximum security penitentiary center to be put in the psychiatric ward for treating a child so repugnantly.
The operatives yelled at the pre-teen as he ran in circles through the warehouse-like structure, telling him to get out in Russian. But he paid no heed to them, only one goal in mind.
He had scoured the premises everywhere…save for the one corridor he was standing in. No windows, no lamps no nothing. Just the musty smell of what he assumed was mildew and a revolting scent of decomposing flesh. The rancid odor was so concentrated that he had to slap his hand to his mouth and nose as bile rose up to his mouth. Swallowing, he pushed down his slight fears of what he would find in the room and pushed the door open with the light from the flashlights of the agents.
A coughing fit overcame him as enough light filtered into the room for him to see the carcasses lying around the room. The urge to vomit became to much as he fell to his knees, heaving up all of the sweets he had eaten that day.
Slowly, he got back onto his feet, scanning through the bodies with even more panic than anything.
Then he saw the painfully familiar hand, though nearly mutilated beyond recognition and in rusty handcuffs, reaching for a shard of glass. The figure seemed to freeze as Lawliet ran over to it, immediately noticing the gray sprinkled raven head anywhere.
He ran, as if possessed, towards her, crashing next to her and pulling her into a careful embrace, aware of how battered she looked.
He could sense her flickering away, the glass shard must have been only to make sure she would die.
"Don't die, Kat," He muttered, pulling her closer to him.
The situation from then and now was terribly similar. Save for the fact that there was no carnage surrounding them, no ghoulishly lifeless eyes staring at them, and the fact that they were adults also rang a bell.
But a sound he had been painfully frightened by since he was seven, one he thought he would never want to hear, rattled in his ears.
The dark was overwhelming…Misa had done something. She had been writing something, whispered to the blur behind her then scratched something on a piece of paper. Was that some sort of code for her killing method? Did she somehow find out how she looked and her real name?
Kat wandered aimlessly through the corridors before she found herself straight in front of a steel wall with dark barrels staring her in the face. It was a distant yet clear memory that haunted her even in the light.
Tensing her muscles, she twisted out of the way of the first shot, seeing it before the loud bang reached her sensitive ears. Time seemed infinite as she dodge, minding not when it changed into multiple shards. She seemed desensitized to it all. It did not faze her in the least to have random projectiles sent hurtling her way even if it would leave her ears ringing for hours later.
Then they switched to the real test. It was a truly revolting one.
They placed a human across from her and they put something in them, a syringe filled with a green serum. They all seemed to turn just as feline as her and give her a curious look, before the heinous people would put another thing into them which would make them loose their tempers.
Kat would wince, letting herself get hurt until one of her alternate personalities, someone who she only knew took on a much mentally older persona, started fighting back, lashing like a crazy and in the end, managing to make it so that the person was barely recognizable.
"Subject K02257496 of the Scientifically Engineered Female Feline Unit, stage 1, has been the one with the most progress, K549684 perished, K527432 was less apt with dodging, developed a growing defect, terminated, K2874631 was an outstanding genius but had no physical aptitude, subject was terminated. Obvious, K02257496 has been the most successful, with further research; we may be able to see how this specimen lives out her life and adapts to changes. The perfect body guard for a human."
Her whimper had startling effects on him.
-
He had given the "Okay" to the task force as soon as he had lifted up her nearly weightless form and settled her in the bed, trying to keep his thoughts away from his best friend of fifteen years.
-
Nothing truly eventful happened after the thirtieth; it seemed the game had been canceled for naught. Kat had remained under what Watari said was a comatose state, and the task force kept trying to come up with theories, with the ever naïve Matsuda spewing out improbable and implausible things.
-
The night was beautiful, the moon shining in all its glory, the room was bathed in an ethereal glow.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Cautiously, she took a breath, mentally steadying herself for any pain. But nothing came. It was dark, but she managed to look through all the shadows and realize she was in the trite crimson room. For once, she did not feel all too eager to get up and exert energy. She felt tired, immensely so, in fact. Kat placed her hands on her stomach, eyes staring at the ceiling as a human crept into the room.
Her attention turned to it, they were lithe and graceful in the dark, for a human, and she was thoroughly impressed.
She gave a smile of recognition at the mussed up mane of hair and the familiar posture.
"Hi, Lawliet," She whispered childishly, ears perking up.
He froze dead in his tracks, turning slowly to look into the chillingly naïve emerald optics. "Hello, Kat," he mumbled, bringing his thumb to his lips, unsure of which persona was in control.
She pouted, brows furrowing. "Silly, I'm Kitten or Kit, but shush! Misa doesn't know that about me!"
A pause.
Another persona? How did this one develop? He thought calmly, but was the most odd about the persona, was that it lacked the common sense that the rest had (albeit, K ran more on instinct and Kat was naïve yet genius). This one seemed to immature to even qualify with the rest, but that irrepressible glint in the eyes, the spark of life mixed with loneliness hidden behind green orbs (Watari had taken it upon himself to change her and get her contacts out, to Lawliet's relief)was ever present.
Kit tilted her head slightly, why was he so deep in thought? Was he not happy that she was awake?
Voices whispered in her mind, one shouting bouts of vulgarisms, one trying to maintain her cool the other simply reprimanding her a lot.
"But I don't want to go back in," She complained silently, crossing her arms. "You guys never let me back out!"
Lawliet snapped his head around to her, eyes wide. She could interact with the other personas while in conscious control of the body?
"Oh fine! But I want to come out sooner or later!"
It was a dramatic change as her posture became a bit more rigid and a somewhat dark cloud flooded her eyes.
"Sorry, Kitten is hard to manage what with being so mentally young," She murmured.
This one must be Kat, but with her personas oscillating so much, it is becoming steadily harder to figure out which one is which.
"What are you thinking about, Ryuuzaki?" She asked quietly, seemingly glowing eyes centering on him.
"Ah nothing of importance," He rambled off, dismissing her question. Her ears went slightly flat against her head, disappointment shimmering behind her eyes. Since when had Lawliet taken to compulsively lie to her? Was she not his 'friend' anymore?
But what Kat did not realize that it was something more conflicting all together. The detective sat down on the bed, pulling the laptop on the desk towards himself. He had been researching for sometime about why he suddenly felt like this and when he was teen, that was there too.
"That" being the odd feeling that he got when he saw Kat. At first, he labeled it his sisterly affection towards her (having no siblings, it took a while for that conclusion to come out) but now he comprehended that it was certainly not. Everything she did seemed to start to hinder his deductive reasoning and replace it with worry and such, but he was unsure if Kat felt the same way.
He understood that Kat was very much oblivious to human emotions but it an enigma to him, whether or not the inquisitive feline girl was more in tune to her cat side or her human side. That remained to be a mystery, the multiple personalities contradictory with his inferences.
All Kat did was remain blank, refusing to move from her place as she stared blankly out the window now, neon eyes cornering over to Lawliet. It was…uncomfortable, to think that Lawliet had suddenly started feeding so many fibs to her.
All was quiet and solemn, both geniuses pondering about two very contrary topics.
A few minutes later, a wave of fatigue hit Kat and she slowly nodded off to sleep.
Lawliet looked at her after an hour, only barely hearing the slight pur she made as she breathed in and out.