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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.
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.