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soul_logs2013-03-05 12:17 pm
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[Closed] We Are Made From Broken Parts
Characters: L and Sheena and Yamazaki
Location: Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing, probably.
Time: 8 May, evening
Description: Light has some inconvenient hallmates. And those inconvenient hallmates have inconvenient building mates. Both of them think that they can teach L about the power of FRIENDSHIP with their fists. Because they care. And both are a good reason for Light to move, because this doesn't translate well to ruthless genius logic.
It had only been a week since Vegas, but after his falling-out with Bakura, L had sought to fill the void with another person and another place. It almost scared him, how easily he had slipped into it with his enemy. He didn't believe anyone was wise to it; perhaps his successors suspected, and Gamzee followed him often enough to guess, but otherwise, it was a seamless routine by now: L entered through the fire escape. From there, it was a token conversation, frequently blossoming into heated arguments that turned into sniping comments, physical slaps and pinches, and Light would seize him by the shirt and then it would be floor, and skin, and teeth, and breathless pursuit, followed by wordless cleanup and a stiff parting, one smug and one bitter, depending on who had been the victor that evening.
Tonight, L was already exhausted from his shifts at the Watch, increased lately to accommodate the city's state of upheaval and disarray, so he had been relatively easy to overpower. It turned out that a diet of straight sugar and caffeine, coupled with jittery sleep deprivation, were not ideal for increasing strength and stamina. So, he left Light's apartment that night bitter, disheveled and smelling more like his rival than himself, ears ringing dully as he closed the door behind him and started to head toward the staircase at the end of the hall.
Location: Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swearing, probably.
Time: 8 May, evening
Description: Light has some inconvenient hallmates. And those inconvenient hallmates have inconvenient building mates. Both of them think that they can teach L about the power of FRIENDSHIP with their fists. Because they care. And both are a good reason for Light to move, because this doesn't translate well to ruthless genius logic.
It had only been a week since Vegas, but after his falling-out with Bakura, L had sought to fill the void with another person and another place. It almost scared him, how easily he had slipped into it with his enemy. He didn't believe anyone was wise to it; perhaps his successors suspected, and Gamzee followed him often enough to guess, but otherwise, it was a seamless routine by now: L entered through the fire escape. From there, it was a token conversation, frequently blossoming into heated arguments that turned into sniping comments, physical slaps and pinches, and Light would seize him by the shirt and then it would be floor, and skin, and teeth, and breathless pursuit, followed by wordless cleanup and a stiff parting, one smug and one bitter, depending on who had been the victor that evening.
Tonight, L was already exhausted from his shifts at the Watch, increased lately to accommodate the city's state of upheaval and disarray, so he had been relatively easy to overpower. It turned out that a diet of straight sugar and caffeine, coupled with jittery sleep deprivation, were not ideal for increasing strength and stamina. So, he left Light's apartment that night bitter, disheveled and smelling more like his rival than himself, ears ringing dully as he closed the door behind him and started to head toward the staircase at the end of the hall.
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Yamazaki seemed to be easily swayed by Sheena's wishes, which was a good thing; the young woman was taking control of the situation in a sensitive and sensible manner. However, L wasn't thrilled with the idea of spending the night in a strange place... there were so many reasons not to. He needed a shower, he needed to sit down and think about his next move in his game with Light, he needed to soak his scars in the hopes that they would soften and fade (he just knew that Sheena had seen.)
It won't be OK.
"I don't... I need to go home, Gamzee won't feed my cat," he invented, using the wall to pull himself to his feet. "And it's not so bad as it looks, I just wasn't prepared for that punch. I really can't stay over," he insisted, knowing, just by the way they were both looking at him (like a patient, or a child, or a wounded bird) that it was a losing battle.
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But a Yamazaki wouldn't let a wounded man wondering alone in the night, especially not in these dangerous times, when people were attacked by the mob. It didn't count how much he hated the thought or how much he was worried for Sheena, he couldn't let this guy crawling home alone.
"Right. I'll take you home. To your home. Just because I'm worried for...the cat. Is it okay for you?"
He looked at Sheena. For some reason he felt this guy would forget to feed that cat, too. He looked like someone who regularly forgets to feed himself, too.
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She really was going to have to show Zaki her skills one day.
Sheena shook her head. "Like I said, I doubt he'd make it home even with help right now." She turned to Ryuzaki. "You need to get some rest--even if it's a few hours, not to mention something to eat. You look like you haven't eaten in over a month." An exaggeration, since she knew that the man was thin to begin with, but the mental picture was enough. "Besides, you're probably going to want to take a hot bath or something after falling like that so you don't stiffen up and make things worse when you do go home."
She eyed Ryuzaki critically, one eyebrow raised in both concern and wonder. Gamzee? Didn't he just make an announcement how this person had gone home--the day before? "Cats are pretty amazing creatures, though. I'm sure he'll be all right for the night, since I plan on kicking you out early in the morning before training."
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It was starting to look like he was running out of options and excuses. Sheena's soft, reasonable words made that clear enough.
"I'll stay for a short time," he agreed, eyes still warily on Yamazaki. "If you'll have it no other way."
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Yamazaki was not too happy hearing that Ryuzaki's planning to spend some time in Sheena's apartment. But Sheena wanted it this way and Yamazaki knew that the girl had wits. Sheena was smarter than him. She didn't knew who this man was, but if she decided to give a shelter to Ryuzaki, then it was a good decision. Even if it was an awful decision.
On the other hand Ryuzaki looked really tired and there were mobss outside. And from the way Ryuzaki looked at him he knew the guy would not accept his help. And really, why would he trust in someone who kicked him out just a few minutes ago?
"Right, we'll all stay here, you have a rest and eat something. And I'll stay here as Sheena's bodyguard."
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"Okay," she began, looking from one to the other, "now that that's settled, let's go. The dogs are already whining to be let in." The two fraidy-dogs had run right for her door when everything had gone down, and were now showing their impatience with the occasional whine and scratch at the door.
Turning from them, she looked at Ryuzaki in concern. "You won't have to worry about them once inside. They calm down pretty quickly in there." She was referring to their reaction when they first saw her friend earlier. "You ready?" she asked, positioning herself once more between the men.
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He nodded briskly as she reassured him about the dogs, though since Yamazaki had punched him, they were admittedly the least of his concerns. L and dogs didn't tend to get along; the loud, sudden noises they produced, along with their general unpredictbility, tended to spook the jittery detective.
"Uh... no, please, I can walk as far as your door, at least," he protested, shrugging Sheena and Yamazaki off like an overly worrisome coat. And to prove it, he started heading in that direction (though he held off a touch, deciding that it would be better regarding the dogs if Sheena was the first to approach.)
I am TERRIBLY sorry for being late!
Yamazaki was not a fan of dogs. If he'd been bitten tonight and he'd to choose between L and the dogs, he'd prefer L. The guy didn't have fangs, not in his mouth. His words did bite him, although Yamazaki had a slight feeling he'd deserved being bitten by words. What would Bakura-kun think of him if he'd find out this whole mess?
"Sheena, could you go and lock up those...dogs somewhere? The fridge would be a good place for them...I won't hit this friend of yours again, I promise."
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Once the door was open, they shot inside and she turned to the two men, her tears in check, and her anger only lessened--not gone.
"Come on."
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But as much as dogs made L uneasy, putting them in the refrigerator was... cruel and unusual, to say the least. He was sincerely beginning to wonder who the hell was allegedly the threat; the guy who'd gotten punched in the face, or the one who wanted to put dogs in an icebox?
Adding Sheena's emotional state to the mix only made things more uneasy and off-kilter.
He wanted to leave, and shower, and lick his injuries in private without any of this additional strangeness or drama that put him so far out of his element.
He followed, slow and reluctant and with more than a bit of trepidation. The dogs weren't making him wary, now, so much as the people.
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"Sheena...Don't be angry. I didn't want you to close those dogs to the fridge for real."
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By the time both men reached her apartment, they'd find that both dogs were curled up in their beds, and the kitten doing what a kitten does best: Looking up with curiosity before going back to sleep.
As angry as Sheena was, however, she still managed to remain calm as she addressed the two men. "Ryuzaki, go ahead and take that bath we mentioned. There are plenty of towels in there." She turned and headed to the kitchen. "I'll make you something to eat while you're in there."
When she got in there, she finally looked at Zaki. "I never told you about Corrine, did I?"
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Scratches, bruises, and tears in difficult places were soothed as he washed himself slowly, catching snippets of the murmuring voices outside his temporary, tiled sanctuary.