Kids Ch. 4
Feb. 6th, 2007 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunmoonandspoonHere's chapter four after only a week of waiting! I've been oddly inspired these days, in part because of Justice Forums, where one of my readers e-beats me for not writing faster. Anyway, this chapter takes place somewhere other than the Yagami house, for once. I can vary my setting, I just haven't done it yet…'til now. So yes, read on and have fun and all that!
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Kids
Chapter Four - Milky
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To-oh University has always intimidated her. It's a rich-kid school, a genius school, and Sachiko never thought that she'd set foot here, that she'd have money and a child smart enough to go. Today she's here to drop off some scholarship forms, apparently she's got to sign something in person due to recent forgery on the part of some random kid. She considers picking Light up, taking him home but there's no real point, it's not like she has the car with her…well, maybe she will. He could stand to spend some time with his mother.
She walks through the campus after signing the papers, feeling out of place and rather old. She's surrounded by beautiful geniuses, none as lovely or smart as her son of course, it might not be her but she feels pride in that, she has a right. The wind whips her hair around and she wishes it were longer, that this was picturesque instead of annoying.
Blinking and shaking the hair from her eyes, she sees somebody crouched oddly on a bench. She can't at first but then she sees; it's Ryuzaki. Once again lacking in shoes, what the hell. Does he actually attend this school, is he just hanging around, what's he doing here? He's waving at her, looking dead, and so she stops and says hello.
"Mrs. Yagami," he says flatly, "what brings you here?"
"Oh!" she yelps, startled and she's not sure why, it's not like she wasn't expecting him to greet her. "I…I'm here to sign something. The school's paying for a big part of Light's tuition, which is their excuse for drowning us in paperwork."
"That must be irritating!" Ryuzaki says, pouncing on the subject like he means it, wants to talk. "I can't remember the last time I had to…well I have so much else to do that I don't have time for paperwork. I don't have time for much of anything, really. I'm sure your husband is busy all the time just like I am, and Light is too?" He seems manic as he's speaking but Sachiko smiles, it's amusing rather than creepy out here in the light of day.
"Yes," she tells him, "my husband is usually busy. The case is taking up a lot of his time. Light's busy too, but it's a good thing really, I don't have a house full of men to clean up after!" She giggles, this isn't funny, doesn't approach being funny, it kills her when they're gone but. Laughing numbs the hurt, just a little.
Ryuzaki smiles, concedes that yes, his gender can be rather messy. Sachiko laughs and they babble on about that for a bit, then she asks what he's doing here, if he's a student or spying or what. She'd meant to ask this all along, but he distracted her. She didn't expect him to be friendly. "Oh, I go here," he states blithely, "I've actually got a class to go to momentarily…don't worry, you aren't making me late."
"I see," she says, "well, I'll be off then. I have to go sign those papers, and then I'm picking up Light. I hope you have an interesting lesson."
He stops her, steps up to block her path. "Don't go just yet, I need to ask you a favor. I meant to tell him myself, but I haven't run into him and he's apparently in class now, so. Tell Light for me that the next meeting's at Aizawa's place…we've been abusing your hospitality, and it's about time we abused someone else's, hm?"
And she's about to protest, tell him it's no problem at all but he just saunters off, waving briskly. She ignores her disappointment; all this means is less work for her to do, some time to spend alone with her daughter. So never mind, she turns around, walks off to sign the papers.
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He'd been babbling incoherently, he knows it and he's mildly embarrassed. There was purpose there, a shred of meaning, he'd meant to keep her talking, scope her out to check her motivation. Why she looked at him and all. But the conversation led to little and he got caught up, gave out information that wasn't strictly necessary. What does he know now that he didn't know before? Light goes to To-oh? He's getting a scholarship that requires his mother's signature? She considers men slovenly? So what? Maybe the fact that L's not pressed and perfect irks her, and that's what she's been staring for? Does any of this even actually matter?
No, no it probably doesn't. He shakes his head, stomps to class.
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Night passes slowly with no one around, Sayu's home but she's on the computer. Instant messaging has replaced the phone for her, so it's imperative she get her time in every night. Sachiko spends some time in the kitchen, staring down ingredients and trying to figure out what to whip up for next time Ryuzaki's here…no, she can bake any time she wants to, she can bake for herself, for her family. She's being ridiculous; Ryuzaki's not the only one in the world who eats her cooking.
He is the only one who's said a word to her all day, though. She saw Soichiro briefly but he didn't pause to talk. Light had another class she ought to have known about, she wound up not being able to walk him home. Sayu's been sucked into the screen. The day's been blank save for that conversation, she knows her family will come home and splash paint on it, do something, but for now…
For now, she just wishes she had Ryuzaki to cook for. He loved what she made him so much.
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They've just received something potentially useful, Sachiko's flown straight out of L's head; he's got to concentrate. It's a page from a diary, one that's none too verbose or well written. The taskforce is yammering, it's chaotic and Aizawa's not paying attention, his baby girl's shrieking and this is not a good place to be working, L has to shout over the sound. "Can you get her to be quiet?" he asks, voice cracking with the volume he's forced into. "We have things to discuss, if I have to be this loud the neighbors will hear!"
Aizawa picks her up from her playpen, bounces her as he circles the room. She's still screaming and where the hell is her mother, the wife was just here a minute ago, she's disappeared and L has no patience for any of this. "Look," he snaps, "if you can't calm her down then we can't do this, we'll pick up again later okay?"
"Don't snap," Aizawa says, "you'll scare her." And then he kisses the child, accomplishes nothing and L just throws up his hands, gives up.
"We're done," he says, "let's meet tomorrow at the Yagami house. Same time, but no babies."
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Hours pass and he's by himself, stringing theories through his head and he'd had one before, if you read the thing it's obvious they should set up cameras in the cities mentioned, those are the clues but now he's second guessing it, thinking maybe some of this inanity about reading magazines and not going anywhere holds the key. Hell, maybe the second Kira is a member of Morning Musume, maybe it's the freakin' first Kira, with no sleep and no confirmation he isn't thinking straight. He's grown dependant on everyone saying he's right.
It's noisy in here, a couple's hashing out their marital woes in the hall and there's a tree branch pounding the window. L hasn't been able to get away from noise for a while, he's getting a headache and everything's magnified, if he just got some sleep he'd be fine, but. He can't. He knows that it's useless to try. Overworking his jaw on hardened Milky will have to somehow replace this.
The couple keeps screeching, L covers his ears and thinks back to Mrs. Yagami, wonders if she fights with her husband this way, if she claims that he's worthless and treats her like crap. She likely doesn't yell like this, she's a peaceful woman, a break from the noise, a distraction.
There is absolutely no reason for this, but he picks up the phone.
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And thar ye be. Please comment if you're reading this, it'll bring joy to my day and a lack of explosive devices to yours! (Yay for replacing my ff.net authors notes with threats on your lives!)
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Kids
Chapter Four - Milky
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To-oh University has always intimidated her. It's a rich-kid school, a genius school, and Sachiko never thought that she'd set foot here, that she'd have money and a child smart enough to go. Today she's here to drop off some scholarship forms, apparently she's got to sign something in person due to recent forgery on the part of some random kid. She considers picking Light up, taking him home but there's no real point, it's not like she has the car with her…well, maybe she will. He could stand to spend some time with his mother.
She walks through the campus after signing the papers, feeling out of place and rather old. She's surrounded by beautiful geniuses, none as lovely or smart as her son of course, it might not be her but she feels pride in that, she has a right. The wind whips her hair around and she wishes it were longer, that this was picturesque instead of annoying.
Blinking and shaking the hair from her eyes, she sees somebody crouched oddly on a bench. She can't at first but then she sees; it's Ryuzaki. Once again lacking in shoes, what the hell. Does he actually attend this school, is he just hanging around, what's he doing here? He's waving at her, looking dead, and so she stops and says hello.
"Mrs. Yagami," he says flatly, "what brings you here?"
"Oh!" she yelps, startled and she's not sure why, it's not like she wasn't expecting him to greet her. "I…I'm here to sign something. The school's paying for a big part of Light's tuition, which is their excuse for drowning us in paperwork."
"That must be irritating!" Ryuzaki says, pouncing on the subject like he means it, wants to talk. "I can't remember the last time I had to…well I have so much else to do that I don't have time for paperwork. I don't have time for much of anything, really. I'm sure your husband is busy all the time just like I am, and Light is too?" He seems manic as he's speaking but Sachiko smiles, it's amusing rather than creepy out here in the light of day.
"Yes," she tells him, "my husband is usually busy. The case is taking up a lot of his time. Light's busy too, but it's a good thing really, I don't have a house full of men to clean up after!" She giggles, this isn't funny, doesn't approach being funny, it kills her when they're gone but. Laughing numbs the hurt, just a little.
Ryuzaki smiles, concedes that yes, his gender can be rather messy. Sachiko laughs and they babble on about that for a bit, then she asks what he's doing here, if he's a student or spying or what. She'd meant to ask this all along, but he distracted her. She didn't expect him to be friendly. "Oh, I go here," he states blithely, "I've actually got a class to go to momentarily…don't worry, you aren't making me late."
"I see," she says, "well, I'll be off then. I have to go sign those papers, and then I'm picking up Light. I hope you have an interesting lesson."
He stops her, steps up to block her path. "Don't go just yet, I need to ask you a favor. I meant to tell him myself, but I haven't run into him and he's apparently in class now, so. Tell Light for me that the next meeting's at Aizawa's place…we've been abusing your hospitality, and it's about time we abused someone else's, hm?"
And she's about to protest, tell him it's no problem at all but he just saunters off, waving briskly. She ignores her disappointment; all this means is less work for her to do, some time to spend alone with her daughter. So never mind, she turns around, walks off to sign the papers.
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He'd been babbling incoherently, he knows it and he's mildly embarrassed. There was purpose there, a shred of meaning, he'd meant to keep her talking, scope her out to check her motivation. Why she looked at him and all. But the conversation led to little and he got caught up, gave out information that wasn't strictly necessary. What does he know now that he didn't know before? Light goes to To-oh? He's getting a scholarship that requires his mother's signature? She considers men slovenly? So what? Maybe the fact that L's not pressed and perfect irks her, and that's what she's been staring for? Does any of this even actually matter?
No, no it probably doesn't. He shakes his head, stomps to class.
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Night passes slowly with no one around, Sayu's home but she's on the computer. Instant messaging has replaced the phone for her, so it's imperative she get her time in every night. Sachiko spends some time in the kitchen, staring down ingredients and trying to figure out what to whip up for next time Ryuzaki's here…no, she can bake any time she wants to, she can bake for herself, for her family. She's being ridiculous; Ryuzaki's not the only one in the world who eats her cooking.
He is the only one who's said a word to her all day, though. She saw Soichiro briefly but he didn't pause to talk. Light had another class she ought to have known about, she wound up not being able to walk him home. Sayu's been sucked into the screen. The day's been blank save for that conversation, she knows her family will come home and splash paint on it, do something, but for now…
For now, she just wishes she had Ryuzaki to cook for. He loved what she made him so much.
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They've just received something potentially useful, Sachiko's flown straight out of L's head; he's got to concentrate. It's a page from a diary, one that's none too verbose or well written. The taskforce is yammering, it's chaotic and Aizawa's not paying attention, his baby girl's shrieking and this is not a good place to be working, L has to shout over the sound. "Can you get her to be quiet?" he asks, voice cracking with the volume he's forced into. "We have things to discuss, if I have to be this loud the neighbors will hear!"
Aizawa picks her up from her playpen, bounces her as he circles the room. She's still screaming and where the hell is her mother, the wife was just here a minute ago, she's disappeared and L has no patience for any of this. "Look," he snaps, "if you can't calm her down then we can't do this, we'll pick up again later okay?"
"Don't snap," Aizawa says, "you'll scare her." And then he kisses the child, accomplishes nothing and L just throws up his hands, gives up.
"We're done," he says, "let's meet tomorrow at the Yagami house. Same time, but no babies."
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Hours pass and he's by himself, stringing theories through his head and he'd had one before, if you read the thing it's obvious they should set up cameras in the cities mentioned, those are the clues but now he's second guessing it, thinking maybe some of this inanity about reading magazines and not going anywhere holds the key. Hell, maybe the second Kira is a member of Morning Musume, maybe it's the freakin' first Kira, with no sleep and no confirmation he isn't thinking straight. He's grown dependant on everyone saying he's right.
It's noisy in here, a couple's hashing out their marital woes in the hall and there's a tree branch pounding the window. L hasn't been able to get away from noise for a while, he's getting a headache and everything's magnified, if he just got some sleep he'd be fine, but. He can't. He knows that it's useless to try. Overworking his jaw on hardened Milky will have to somehow replace this.
The couple keeps screeching, L covers his ears and thinks back to Mrs. Yagami, wonders if she fights with her husband this way, if she claims that he's worthless and treats her like crap. She likely doesn't yell like this, she's a peaceful woman, a break from the noise, a distraction.
There is absolutely no reason for this, but he picks up the phone.
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And thar ye be. Please comment if you're reading this, it'll bring joy to my day and a lack of explosive devices to yours! (Yay for replacing my ff.net authors notes with threats on your lives!)
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Date: 2007-02-09 06:34 pm (UTC)Keep up the great work!
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Date: 2007-02-09 10:34 pm (UTC)So yes, thanks for your comment, and may I ask how you came across this exactly? I don't recognize your name! (And if I should you are more than welcome to shoot me. XD)
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:41 am (UTC)As for coming across this, I saw the first chapter you posted over at one of the death note comms, and I bookmarked it read later on (finally got to it yesterday), and I knew you hadn't posted new chapters at the comm because I hadn't seen any posts about the fic. In the first chapter, you said it was crossposted to your own journal and... detective_l(?), and so I mosied on over to your journal and tracked down chapters 2 through 4. Sorry if that's a bit stalker-ish, I just wanted to read whatever else was posted of the fic. ^^;; I just really want to see how you weave out the rest of it. The idea is really unique, to say the least. :3
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Date: 2007-02-10 04:00 am (UTC)And yeah, now that I think about it the Light thing WAS kind of funny...I just wanted to do it. Everyone I know thought this was very typical of me, but it's good to see it worked!
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Date: 2008-06-04 02:33 am (UTC)Will keep reading/commenting! :D