Kids, Chapter 3
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sunmoonandspoonOkay, here's chapter three of Kids, which to my great surprise I'm actually still working on. Since I started my drabble series I stopped thinking I could possibly write anything with a plot, so this is making me feel quite good about myself. Anyways, check it out. Sachiko and L are starting to notice each other.
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Kids
Chapter Three - Cupcakes With Sprinkles
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Time that should be spent on the case is spent on things pointless, it's not long but L spends several minutes mulling over Mrs. Yagami's focus on him, her scrutinizing glances and the wrinkling of her brow. Clearly there was something that she disapproved of, some issues that she had. She was mild and polite but there was hardness behind it, and what that hardness means is eluding him. Did she just not like the home invasion? Did she have something against him personally? Did she know something about Light's status as Kira or not and want to keep it from him?
He doesn't know, he can't know right now but he'll keep an eye on her, have the next meeting there unless Light plans to miss it. It might mean nothing and it might mean the world but he isn't about to ignore it. That would be unprofessional. That would be silly.
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"Thank you for being so cooperative today," Soichiro says, shelving books that crashed down when he walked by them moments before. "I was half expecting you to throw Matsuda out for getting water everywhere…actually that would have been amusing. Anyway, it means a lot that you're doing this, and it's going fine so far, right? Sayu wasn't even around, she didn't hear anything."
Sachiko nods, says it did turn out okay but she's not exactly thrilled with Sayu's absence, the girl came back at midnight and she's far too young for that, he's going to have to talk to her when she wakes up later. "Also," she states, "that Ryuzaki guy was just plain strange. Do you really work with him everyday?"
"He's not so bad," Soichiro says, eyeing an old textbook of Sayu's and wondering if he ought to toss it. "He's just…peculiar. I guess his quirks are more noticeable when you're not used to them, but he's a valuable asset, I…"
"You've learned to ignore him?" she asks, snippy but still playing innocent. Soichiro shakes his head, insists that it isn't about that; he isn't irritated by the man or anything. And Sachi sighs, says that's fine but he's got to admit he's got issues. "What kind of sane person goes walking around in the rain with no shoes and no jacket? That's just begging for hypothermia right there. It's just so reckless, and he looks so young. I'd never let my kids out like that, that's for sure."
Soichiro shrugs, says he never said Ryuzaki was sane. "He's brilliant," he tells her, "and that's what counts. Not every genius is as well-rounded as our Light, you know."
She knows. She's been scared for years that they'd pay for brains with imbalance, that they'd find something wrecked in Light's head. But he's flawless, scarily so. Intelligence tied up in the bizarre is actually a comfort.
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The next meeting starts a lot earlier, last time it went on well into the morning and Sachiko disapproves. "It's disruptive," she'd said, "and I don't want Light to be up that late. He has school in the morning and he hasn't been well, he needs sleep." And so Soichiro sets it sooner, shepherds Sayu to her room when she walks in through the door.
It's still dreary out; it's expected to stay like this for days. But the rain's stopped and Sachiko's pleased, unless Matsuda tracks mud inside her home should stay quite clean. Despite approaching dinnertime, she's decided to bake again to please the scary man. What she'll bake is currently beyond her; she's just staring at the ingredients hoping they'll assemble into food. The taskforce is gathered and yammering, she's paging through recipes and paying no attention.
Her son walks in, yanks a glass from the shelf and pours himself grape juice, tells her Ryuzaki wanted to know if she planned on baking anything. "He said not to make it sound like he was asking you to, but he clearly was."
Sachiko grins, thinks that this is why she even bothered buying ingredients; she wants to see Ryuzaki's reaction. "Ask him what he wants," she says, "I was going to bake, but I have a pretty general supply of ingredients and I don't know what to do."
"If I asked that then he'd know I was…" Light trails off; Sachiko's sliding inside, asking him for herself because she knows that Light will not. Ryuzaki's put off, distracted, he'd been in the middle of laying out something important.
"Oh, um, whatever's easiest for you I suppose," he says. "I wouldn't want to trouble you." And he blinks, would go back to his papers but Sachi's still just standing there, arms crossed and asking for specifics. She knows there's got to be something he wants, and she'll be damned if she's going to go in there and figure it out for herself. Ryuzaki turns to face her, says okay, if that's how it is then he'd like cupcakes please. She nods, saunters off to get started, dig her muffin pan out from the pile of junk in the kitchen closet.
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She whips them up quickly, baking cupcakes is practically a sacred rite of motherhood. There have been countless classroom parties, friendly events full of food that she's been called upon to cook for. The other mothers have jobs after all, they haven't the time. The cupcakes she creates are mildly fancy, she puts pointless effort into drawing their faces out with sprinkles, gets bored and just shapes them into stars and hearts. She's done and it's lovely and they're going to taste great.
She brings them out to the table.
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L eyes the cupcakes, twists the heart-sprinkled one around and around in his hands. It looks delicious, he's dying to try it but he's feeling suspicious, thinking maybe he oughtn't eat what Mrs. Yagami gives him. He'd made a request; it'd be rude to decline but all the same, she's been staring him down the whole night and it's nerve-wracking. When she's flitting through the room he can't concentrate, she steals glances every second and he doesn't know why.
She's out in a minute, leaving him unsettled and unable to continue. The chief picks up the slack though, blares his thoughts on the second Kira and what they know so far. And L just listens, doesn't speak.
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Later he sits flicking through old tapes he's saved, pausing when he lands on clips of Mrs. Yagami. He's been through all of these a thousand times in search of Kira, but he suspected Light, paid scant attention to the rest of them. Her eye on him means something, and damn it he'll find out what if it kills him. He doubts that she's Kira, too much points to Light but she could know something. He's not sure how this whole mother-son thing works exactly, but it doesn't seem unreasonable that Light could tell his mom. Or maybe it is but whatever, he'll scan these tapes all the same just to see. Even if she doesn't know, her gaze was weird and there's meaning there.
He yawns, it's four in the morning and he's been plowing through these tapes since he got home. They're all the same, she does the same thing every day and this is boring, she's boring, he's got to stop watching this soon.
This is maddening, he can't stop and this isn't about what she knows about Kira, not anymore. No, it's about why she was looking at him. It's disconcerting whatever her motive, he's not used to feeling twitchy and cornered like he did when he was there. Maybe he's just odd-looking, an eye-catch? When he heads into the world sometimes he does get stared at, but this was in an insular setting.
He keeps watching, Mrs. Yagami cooking and cleaning and lying with a book in her bed. He learns nothing except she seems solitary, she speaks little and she sighs all the time. He learns nothing, so he stops and goes to bed at dawn.
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Hope you loved it, and whether you did or didn't I hope you'll comment. If not I hope you'll enjoy the coffin I've picked out for you. It's made from the finest of European cardboards.
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Kids
Chapter Three - Cupcakes With Sprinkles
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Time that should be spent on the case is spent on things pointless, it's not long but L spends several minutes mulling over Mrs. Yagami's focus on him, her scrutinizing glances and the wrinkling of her brow. Clearly there was something that she disapproved of, some issues that she had. She was mild and polite but there was hardness behind it, and what that hardness means is eluding him. Did she just not like the home invasion? Did she have something against him personally? Did she know something about Light's status as Kira or not and want to keep it from him?
He doesn't know, he can't know right now but he'll keep an eye on her, have the next meeting there unless Light plans to miss it. It might mean nothing and it might mean the world but he isn't about to ignore it. That would be unprofessional. That would be silly.
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"Thank you for being so cooperative today," Soichiro says, shelving books that crashed down when he walked by them moments before. "I was half expecting you to throw Matsuda out for getting water everywhere…actually that would have been amusing. Anyway, it means a lot that you're doing this, and it's going fine so far, right? Sayu wasn't even around, she didn't hear anything."
Sachiko nods, says it did turn out okay but she's not exactly thrilled with Sayu's absence, the girl came back at midnight and she's far too young for that, he's going to have to talk to her when she wakes up later. "Also," she states, "that Ryuzaki guy was just plain strange. Do you really work with him everyday?"
"He's not so bad," Soichiro says, eyeing an old textbook of Sayu's and wondering if he ought to toss it. "He's just…peculiar. I guess his quirks are more noticeable when you're not used to them, but he's a valuable asset, I…"
"You've learned to ignore him?" she asks, snippy but still playing innocent. Soichiro shakes his head, insists that it isn't about that; he isn't irritated by the man or anything. And Sachi sighs, says that's fine but he's got to admit he's got issues. "What kind of sane person goes walking around in the rain with no shoes and no jacket? That's just begging for hypothermia right there. It's just so reckless, and he looks so young. I'd never let my kids out like that, that's for sure."
Soichiro shrugs, says he never said Ryuzaki was sane. "He's brilliant," he tells her, "and that's what counts. Not every genius is as well-rounded as our Light, you know."
She knows. She's been scared for years that they'd pay for brains with imbalance, that they'd find something wrecked in Light's head. But he's flawless, scarily so. Intelligence tied up in the bizarre is actually a comfort.
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The next meeting starts a lot earlier, last time it went on well into the morning and Sachiko disapproves. "It's disruptive," she'd said, "and I don't want Light to be up that late. He has school in the morning and he hasn't been well, he needs sleep." And so Soichiro sets it sooner, shepherds Sayu to her room when she walks in through the door.
It's still dreary out; it's expected to stay like this for days. But the rain's stopped and Sachiko's pleased, unless Matsuda tracks mud inside her home should stay quite clean. Despite approaching dinnertime, she's decided to bake again to please the scary man. What she'll bake is currently beyond her; she's just staring at the ingredients hoping they'll assemble into food. The taskforce is gathered and yammering, she's paging through recipes and paying no attention.
Her son walks in, yanks a glass from the shelf and pours himself grape juice, tells her Ryuzaki wanted to know if she planned on baking anything. "He said not to make it sound like he was asking you to, but he clearly was."
Sachiko grins, thinks that this is why she even bothered buying ingredients; she wants to see Ryuzaki's reaction. "Ask him what he wants," she says, "I was going to bake, but I have a pretty general supply of ingredients and I don't know what to do."
"If I asked that then he'd know I was…" Light trails off; Sachiko's sliding inside, asking him for herself because she knows that Light will not. Ryuzaki's put off, distracted, he'd been in the middle of laying out something important.
"Oh, um, whatever's easiest for you I suppose," he says. "I wouldn't want to trouble you." And he blinks, would go back to his papers but Sachi's still just standing there, arms crossed and asking for specifics. She knows there's got to be something he wants, and she'll be damned if she's going to go in there and figure it out for herself. Ryuzaki turns to face her, says okay, if that's how it is then he'd like cupcakes please. She nods, saunters off to get started, dig her muffin pan out from the pile of junk in the kitchen closet.
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She whips them up quickly, baking cupcakes is practically a sacred rite of motherhood. There have been countless classroom parties, friendly events full of food that she's been called upon to cook for. The other mothers have jobs after all, they haven't the time. The cupcakes she creates are mildly fancy, she puts pointless effort into drawing their faces out with sprinkles, gets bored and just shapes them into stars and hearts. She's done and it's lovely and they're going to taste great.
She brings them out to the table.
----------
L eyes the cupcakes, twists the heart-sprinkled one around and around in his hands. It looks delicious, he's dying to try it but he's feeling suspicious, thinking maybe he oughtn't eat what Mrs. Yagami gives him. He'd made a request; it'd be rude to decline but all the same, she's been staring him down the whole night and it's nerve-wracking. When she's flitting through the room he can't concentrate, she steals glances every second and he doesn't know why.
She's out in a minute, leaving him unsettled and unable to continue. The chief picks up the slack though, blares his thoughts on the second Kira and what they know so far. And L just listens, doesn't speak.
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Later he sits flicking through old tapes he's saved, pausing when he lands on clips of Mrs. Yagami. He's been through all of these a thousand times in search of Kira, but he suspected Light, paid scant attention to the rest of them. Her eye on him means something, and damn it he'll find out what if it kills him. He doubts that she's Kira, too much points to Light but she could know something. He's not sure how this whole mother-son thing works exactly, but it doesn't seem unreasonable that Light could tell his mom. Or maybe it is but whatever, he'll scan these tapes all the same just to see. Even if she doesn't know, her gaze was weird and there's meaning there.
He yawns, it's four in the morning and he's been plowing through these tapes since he got home. They're all the same, she does the same thing every day and this is boring, she's boring, he's got to stop watching this soon.
This is maddening, he can't stop and this isn't about what she knows about Kira, not anymore. No, it's about why she was looking at him. It's disconcerting whatever her motive, he's not used to feeling twitchy and cornered like he did when he was there. Maybe he's just odd-looking, an eye-catch? When he heads into the world sometimes he does get stared at, but this was in an insular setting.
He keeps watching, Mrs. Yagami cooking and cleaning and lying with a book in her bed. He learns nothing except she seems solitary, she speaks little and she sighs all the time. He learns nothing, so he stops and goes to bed at dawn.
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Hope you loved it, and whether you did or didn't I hope you'll comment. If not I hope you'll enjoy the coffin I've picked out for you. It's made from the finest of European cardboards.
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Date: 2008-06-04 02:14 am (UTC)I think I'm in love with Sachiko/L. ...Or at least your fic. The part with Sachiko insisting on making L what he wanted made me grin. It was so cute. And I love how suspicious L is, because it's exactly the way I imagine he would react. He doesn't think for a second that her interest is anything positive. Your portayal of L (and the others, for that matter) is so IC.
Can't wait to read more! :)