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Kids, Ch. 9
Nana: To anyone who's reading this, welcome back!. Anyway I hope you enjoy the coming chapter. If you know me, you will not be one little bit surprised by what happens next, but believe me guys, it was my beta's idea. So yes, infinite thanks to Iron Chief for suggesting what I wanted to write about but was trying to avoid, and for all his help with this chapter!
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Kids
Chapter Nine - Shrimp Chips
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Light tries hard to keep from cackling, he must be a god if things are falling into place so perfectly. He hadn't been thrilled by Misa's intrusion or the way she skewered his intentions. He had been ready to write her an excruciating death, to scream her out or do something, but she's got the eyes so she's perfect, she can take L down tonight. Well not tonight, that'd be suspicious, but she'll get the name, this is going to be so easy! "Misa," he says, hands on her shoulders as she blinks, her heavy make-up staining the skin below. "Do you understand what you have to do?"
"Of course!" she squeaks, voice choked with devotion and Light's slightly disgusted, but that's okay, he'll ignore it, use her. Misa smiles blankly and keeps talking. "When L and everyone show up, Misa will get ready to go, and you'll introduce her to your parents. While that's going on I get L's real name, we go outside like we're gonna kiss or something, and I tell you his real name? Was that it?"
"Yes," he says, rolling his eyes at her momentary lapse in grammar. "Yes, that's exactly what we'll do."
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Sachiko leaves them alone for an hour or so, pretending she's content doing the housework. Curiosity's crawls like a spider through her mind, she's dying to know this girl who her baby deems worthy of dating. She drops a dish that doesn't break, it's plastic, but she's obliged to wash it once again and that's annoying, she's distracted. She hopes Light will remember all they've taught him, how to treat a girl like a goddess and the importance of wearing a condom. He's old enough to have sex now, though the thought makes her shudder he is. Sayu's getting close to that age, too.
Sachiko wastes time playing music, tapping her feet in a lame attempt at dancing. That tires her fast, she's still sick so she stops, drags a book out. The dishes are finished and if she doesn't keep busy she'll burst in there, break up their fun and anger her son. The book is dull so she sets it down, tries to recall what this model girl looks like, if her personality shone through at all in the magazine. She can't remember and there's nothing left but to worry. The topic begins to bore her, and her mind turns to Ryuzaki.
And now there's something else she needs to worry about. She puts her head down on the table and sighs, she has probably made him sick. He'd spent hours breathing her infected air; she'd coughed in his face as he cried to her. The boy barely sleeps, and he doesn't seem to eat too well, his immune system is probably shot and goddamn it. She should call him. She should, and she will, but not just yet, Sayu's come in looking for a notebook. "Have you seen it?" she asks, thumbing through the basket of magazines and bills on the kitchen table. "It's green, it's got my homework in it…help me look, okay?"
"Sure sweetie," Sachiko mumbles, standing up to search for it. She's not sure if being forced to wait is a relief or an agitation, but either way, she's Sayu's mother. Sayu and Light and Soichiro ought to be her focus. They're not, right now, but they should be.
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The last thing L wants is to skip the meeting. Matsuda and Light have news to report and he's itching to hear it, and he knows that they won't do well without him, that Light will have a field day with their feeble brains. This is why he doesn't miss meetings. This is why he rarely takes a break.
For a time he thinks that he will make it there, after all Sachiko took the bus to his place and was all right after a few hours sleep. For a time he thinks he actually feels well.
He doesn't. He feels like shit. He's caught her disease and he can't believe that she could function sick like this. His head hurts so bad he thinks he's broken a bone up there, he can't summon the energy to move and he's shaking, coughing uncontrollably. This all came on within a couple of hours, and if it didn't take such a monumental effort just to find the phone he'd go. But the brief trek drains him, he has to sit down on the floor and do his very best to breathe. L won't make it to the meeting. L will call Yagami's cell and tell him this, call Watari and ask him to set up a video feed. Providing, of course, that he stops coughing long enough to speak.
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The call comes at the last minute, when everyone's assembled and they're wondering why Ryuzaki's late again. "I'm further away than he is, and I always get here on time," Matsuda whines, his arms outstretched on the back for the couch. Aizawa nods, says he had to feed his kids before coming and guess what, he's on time too. Yagami gives them a look in hopes of quieting them, he can't hear Ryuzaki past his coughing and the taskforce's ranting. After five minutes spent trying to figure out what's being said to him, Yagami hangs up and sits down with the others, slumps over in the chair. "This will be an unusual meeting," he says. "Not only is it taking place in my home, which I'm still not quite used to, but Ryuzaki will not be joining us. He's apparently very sick and can't make it."
The task force blinks, some of them had not quite believed that that could happen. "He should have told us that sooner," Aizawa says, angrily drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch. "We'd have been able to prepare better if we knew we'd be working alone."
"He apologized for that," Yagami says. "It came on rather suddenly, and he mentioned something about hardly having the energy to dial the phone. Watari's coming to set up a video feed for him, but he won't be speaking through the computer." After this Matsuda groans, and the rest of the task force doesn't look thrilled either. "Don't get discouraged," Yagami says. "We can get through one meeting without his input. We've solved plenty of cases without him, and it's not as if we're looking to solve this one tonight. I'll go get Light, okay? That way we're only short one person."
They assent to it still grumbling, they've grown dependent on the word of L. Yagami ignores them, and saunters off to get his son.
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Sachiko pokes her head out from her bedroom door, Soichiro's noisy footsteps have jerked her out of sleep. She'd hoped for some rest so she wouldn't be a crabby bitch when the men arrived, but that's not to be, Soichiro's stomping and scowling and Light's trailing behind him with a lacy tramp on his arm. Sachiko stares openly, counting on the vague notion that her position, relative to the doorway, will keep her out of sight. Of course, that's probably bullshit, but look at this girl, she's stuck to Sachi's son like a parasite! "Oh Light darling, it's so nice to meet your father," she coos, in a voice that's high-pitched and grating. Judging by the absence of blood in Light's ears Sachiko's willing to bet they weren't doing much talking up in his room.
So, instant loathing, instant judgment. But she'll go out there sweet and smiling all the same. After all, she'd started off thinking Ryuzaki was insane and annoying, so who says she can't be wrong?
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"Where's Ryuzaki?" Light asks, hoping he's in the kitchen, the bathroom, anywhere but not in this house at all. His absence is glaring; Light's trying his best not to look nervous. Misa's not helping, clinging like that. Goddamn it.
"He's not here!" Matsuda chirps, and this is obvious, Light wants to whip out the Death Note and kill him right here. Matsuda laughs and elaborates, says "Ryuzaki's sick."
Face palm, tear your hair out, start screaming. Light's mind scans through these reactions and discards them all. There's a small twich in his jaw but it isn't obvious, all he says is, "that's too bad. I wish him a swift recovery." And then he says, "I'll join you in a moment, I just have to walk my friend to the door. Is that alright?"
He gets a thumbs up from Matsuda, a disgruntled eye roll from Aizawa, and nothing from Mogi or his dad. Ryuk is laughing at him. So Light heads for the door with Misa in tow, he's nearly there when someone taps his shoulder. Mom.
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"Light darling, were you planning on letting her go without introducing me?" Sachiko asks, her voice a sugary miasma. She turns to the girlfriend, asks "what's your name, dear?"
"Misa Amane," she says waving briefly before latching onto Light again. "I'm Light's girlfriend!"
"Oh really, how lovely!" Sachiko says, grabbing roughly for her baby's hand. "I'm enchanted to meet you, truly I am. I'm his mother."
Light's glaring, but Misa doesn't seem to notice that the kindness is actually passive aggression, an inept attempt at hiding her disdain. She just grins and says that she's enchanted too, and it sounds like she doesn't quite know what the word means. Then Light points out that it's getting late, and that he'd like to say goodbye to her, alone. Of course. Sachiko may not like the idea, but her son's a horny teenager, of course he wants a little action before his girlfriend goes. "Just hurry up," Sachiko says. "Your father is waiting for you."
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It takes everything Light has to keep from shrieking. He balls his fists and grinds his teeth for half a second, does he best to relax so he'll keep his voice down. He closes the door behind them just in case.
His plan had been so simple, so easy, so flawless except…except L isn't acting like L. L wouldn't skip a meeting for sickness, L would deal with it and do his work. He must have somehow known about Misa, must have known that he'd faked sick in the beginning and now he's just…screwing with him. And everybody knows about her now, because he'd planned for L and Misa is an idiot. I'm his girlfriend, what the fuck was she thinking?! L has to die before he gets in touch with the taskforce. He will make this happen, he will find a fucking way.
"Misa," he says, gripping her shoulders like he'd strangle a neck. "I don't know what to do right this minute. I need to see what happens at the meeting before I act in any way. But I will call you, and you need to be ready to do whatever I say. Do you understand?"
Misa nods, says that he can count on her, she'll do anything and he doesn't have to worry. Light's not so sure but he lets her hug him, waves limply as she skips off down the street.
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Sachiko stops off in the living room, telling herself she means to greet her husband, greet them all, but she's lying to herself, all she cares about right now is checking in on Ryuzaki. She needs to be sure she didn't get him sick, and that he's okay after the incident earlier. She needs to know if he wants anything special to eat.
But he's not here.
"Honey?" she says, sidling up to the husband, acting sweetly due to guilt she can't explain. She's done nothing wrong, not exactly, but what she has done is secret, anything to do with Ryuzaki is. And so she kisses Soichiro on the cheek, asks where the shoeless weirdo is and if anyone wants anything to eat.
"Food would be great," Matsuda says, enthusiastic and Sachi doesn't feel like serving him, she wants to know where Ryuzaki is right now. But she asked, so she smiles and says she'll bring something out soon. She doesn't want to repeat her question, doesn't want them to think it matters too much but she's not getting an answer. So she clears her throat and stands around looking antsy, prompting Soichiro to actually tell her.
"He's sick," he says, "so he won't be coming."
She'd expected this, but it stings her all the same. "Is he alright?" she asks, jumping to ridiculous conclusions before she knows what's going on. He wouldn't skip work if he could make it, if he's sick due to her it can't be that bad but he doesn't eat well, doesn't sleep and oh shit if it's anything serious it's her fault. "I um, I mean, I hope it doesn't last too long, it'd be awfully inconvenient for the investigation, wouldn't it?"
The taskforce nods, say they know, they know, it sucks but it's so, they'll manage. "He sounded pretty bad over the phone," Soichiro says, "but I'm sure it's nothing, and we'll manage without him for a day or two if we need to."
"It'll probably take longer than that," Sachiko says, sitting on the arm of the couch. "His immune system's got to be shot, with the way he takes care of himself. If he's sick he's not going to get better in a day or two."
Soichiro turns to look at her, wrinkles his forehead and frowns. "How do you know how he takes care of himself, Sachi? You've only seen him once or twice. There are things you could infer I guess, but that's kind of an odd thing to say."
Scrambling for a cover-up, Sachiko grins and taps her feet, pulls loose threads from the couch behind her husband's head. "I, um…well I just, like you said you can infer things I…" Her nervousness is making him suspicious she knows, he's going to think she's fucking him or something, they'll have to hash this out tonight, but for now they're in public, she just stalls and stalls until Watari walks in, here to set up a video feed for Ryuzaki to watch when he ought to be sleeping.
"I'll go get some food," she says, excusing herself to the kitchen. Sachiko plucks a bag of shrimp chips from the cabinet, throws it in her husband's lap, and heads for her room, face flaming.
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Nana: Paper writing season approaches with great swiftness, so I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully soon, and I'll try my best, but there may be a bit of a wait.
Oh also for you: Fingertips - They Might Be Giants
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Kids
Chapter Nine - Shrimp Chips
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Light tries hard to keep from cackling, he must be a god if things are falling into place so perfectly. He hadn't been thrilled by Misa's intrusion or the way she skewered his intentions. He had been ready to write her an excruciating death, to scream her out or do something, but she's got the eyes so she's perfect, she can take L down tonight. Well not tonight, that'd be suspicious, but she'll get the name, this is going to be so easy! "Misa," he says, hands on her shoulders as she blinks, her heavy make-up staining the skin below. "Do you understand what you have to do?"
"Of course!" she squeaks, voice choked with devotion and Light's slightly disgusted, but that's okay, he'll ignore it, use her. Misa smiles blankly and keeps talking. "When L and everyone show up, Misa will get ready to go, and you'll introduce her to your parents. While that's going on I get L's real name, we go outside like we're gonna kiss or something, and I tell you his real name? Was that it?"
"Yes," he says, rolling his eyes at her momentary lapse in grammar. "Yes, that's exactly what we'll do."
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Sachiko leaves them alone for an hour or so, pretending she's content doing the housework. Curiosity's crawls like a spider through her mind, she's dying to know this girl who her baby deems worthy of dating. She drops a dish that doesn't break, it's plastic, but she's obliged to wash it once again and that's annoying, she's distracted. She hopes Light will remember all they've taught him, how to treat a girl like a goddess and the importance of wearing a condom. He's old enough to have sex now, though the thought makes her shudder he is. Sayu's getting close to that age, too.
Sachiko wastes time playing music, tapping her feet in a lame attempt at dancing. That tires her fast, she's still sick so she stops, drags a book out. The dishes are finished and if she doesn't keep busy she'll burst in there, break up their fun and anger her son. The book is dull so she sets it down, tries to recall what this model girl looks like, if her personality shone through at all in the magazine. She can't remember and there's nothing left but to worry. The topic begins to bore her, and her mind turns to Ryuzaki.
And now there's something else she needs to worry about. She puts her head down on the table and sighs, she has probably made him sick. He'd spent hours breathing her infected air; she'd coughed in his face as he cried to her. The boy barely sleeps, and he doesn't seem to eat too well, his immune system is probably shot and goddamn it. She should call him. She should, and she will, but not just yet, Sayu's come in looking for a notebook. "Have you seen it?" she asks, thumbing through the basket of magazines and bills on the kitchen table. "It's green, it's got my homework in it…help me look, okay?"
"Sure sweetie," Sachiko mumbles, standing up to search for it. She's not sure if being forced to wait is a relief or an agitation, but either way, she's Sayu's mother. Sayu and Light and Soichiro ought to be her focus. They're not, right now, but they should be.
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The last thing L wants is to skip the meeting. Matsuda and Light have news to report and he's itching to hear it, and he knows that they won't do well without him, that Light will have a field day with their feeble brains. This is why he doesn't miss meetings. This is why he rarely takes a break.
For a time he thinks that he will make it there, after all Sachiko took the bus to his place and was all right after a few hours sleep. For a time he thinks he actually feels well.
He doesn't. He feels like shit. He's caught her disease and he can't believe that she could function sick like this. His head hurts so bad he thinks he's broken a bone up there, he can't summon the energy to move and he's shaking, coughing uncontrollably. This all came on within a couple of hours, and if it didn't take such a monumental effort just to find the phone he'd go. But the brief trek drains him, he has to sit down on the floor and do his very best to breathe. L won't make it to the meeting. L will call Yagami's cell and tell him this, call Watari and ask him to set up a video feed. Providing, of course, that he stops coughing long enough to speak.
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The call comes at the last minute, when everyone's assembled and they're wondering why Ryuzaki's late again. "I'm further away than he is, and I always get here on time," Matsuda whines, his arms outstretched on the back for the couch. Aizawa nods, says he had to feed his kids before coming and guess what, he's on time too. Yagami gives them a look in hopes of quieting them, he can't hear Ryuzaki past his coughing and the taskforce's ranting. After five minutes spent trying to figure out what's being said to him, Yagami hangs up and sits down with the others, slumps over in the chair. "This will be an unusual meeting," he says. "Not only is it taking place in my home, which I'm still not quite used to, but Ryuzaki will not be joining us. He's apparently very sick and can't make it."
The task force blinks, some of them had not quite believed that that could happen. "He should have told us that sooner," Aizawa says, angrily drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch. "We'd have been able to prepare better if we knew we'd be working alone."
"He apologized for that," Yagami says. "It came on rather suddenly, and he mentioned something about hardly having the energy to dial the phone. Watari's coming to set up a video feed for him, but he won't be speaking through the computer." After this Matsuda groans, and the rest of the task force doesn't look thrilled either. "Don't get discouraged," Yagami says. "We can get through one meeting without his input. We've solved plenty of cases without him, and it's not as if we're looking to solve this one tonight. I'll go get Light, okay? That way we're only short one person."
They assent to it still grumbling, they've grown dependent on the word of L. Yagami ignores them, and saunters off to get his son.
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Sachiko pokes her head out from her bedroom door, Soichiro's noisy footsteps have jerked her out of sleep. She'd hoped for some rest so she wouldn't be a crabby bitch when the men arrived, but that's not to be, Soichiro's stomping and scowling and Light's trailing behind him with a lacy tramp on his arm. Sachiko stares openly, counting on the vague notion that her position, relative to the doorway, will keep her out of sight. Of course, that's probably bullshit, but look at this girl, she's stuck to Sachi's son like a parasite! "Oh Light darling, it's so nice to meet your father," she coos, in a voice that's high-pitched and grating. Judging by the absence of blood in Light's ears Sachiko's willing to bet they weren't doing much talking up in his room.
So, instant loathing, instant judgment. But she'll go out there sweet and smiling all the same. After all, she'd started off thinking Ryuzaki was insane and annoying, so who says she can't be wrong?
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"Where's Ryuzaki?" Light asks, hoping he's in the kitchen, the bathroom, anywhere but not in this house at all. His absence is glaring; Light's trying his best not to look nervous. Misa's not helping, clinging like that. Goddamn it.
"He's not here!" Matsuda chirps, and this is obvious, Light wants to whip out the Death Note and kill him right here. Matsuda laughs and elaborates, says "Ryuzaki's sick."
Face palm, tear your hair out, start screaming. Light's mind scans through these reactions and discards them all. There's a small twich in his jaw but it isn't obvious, all he says is, "that's too bad. I wish him a swift recovery." And then he says, "I'll join you in a moment, I just have to walk my friend to the door. Is that alright?"
He gets a thumbs up from Matsuda, a disgruntled eye roll from Aizawa, and nothing from Mogi or his dad. Ryuk is laughing at him. So Light heads for the door with Misa in tow, he's nearly there when someone taps his shoulder. Mom.
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"Light darling, were you planning on letting her go without introducing me?" Sachiko asks, her voice a sugary miasma. She turns to the girlfriend, asks "what's your name, dear?"
"Misa Amane," she says waving briefly before latching onto Light again. "I'm Light's girlfriend!"
"Oh really, how lovely!" Sachiko says, grabbing roughly for her baby's hand. "I'm enchanted to meet you, truly I am. I'm his mother."
Light's glaring, but Misa doesn't seem to notice that the kindness is actually passive aggression, an inept attempt at hiding her disdain. She just grins and says that she's enchanted too, and it sounds like she doesn't quite know what the word means. Then Light points out that it's getting late, and that he'd like to say goodbye to her, alone. Of course. Sachiko may not like the idea, but her son's a horny teenager, of course he wants a little action before his girlfriend goes. "Just hurry up," Sachiko says. "Your father is waiting for you."
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It takes everything Light has to keep from shrieking. He balls his fists and grinds his teeth for half a second, does he best to relax so he'll keep his voice down. He closes the door behind them just in case.
His plan had been so simple, so easy, so flawless except…except L isn't acting like L. L wouldn't skip a meeting for sickness, L would deal with it and do his work. He must have somehow known about Misa, must have known that he'd faked sick in the beginning and now he's just…screwing with him. And everybody knows about her now, because he'd planned for L and Misa is an idiot. I'm his girlfriend, what the fuck was she thinking?! L has to die before he gets in touch with the taskforce. He will make this happen, he will find a fucking way.
"Misa," he says, gripping her shoulders like he'd strangle a neck. "I don't know what to do right this minute. I need to see what happens at the meeting before I act in any way. But I will call you, and you need to be ready to do whatever I say. Do you understand?"
Misa nods, says that he can count on her, she'll do anything and he doesn't have to worry. Light's not so sure but he lets her hug him, waves limply as she skips off down the street.
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Sachiko stops off in the living room, telling herself she means to greet her husband, greet them all, but she's lying to herself, all she cares about right now is checking in on Ryuzaki. She needs to be sure she didn't get him sick, and that he's okay after the incident earlier. She needs to know if he wants anything special to eat.
But he's not here.
"Honey?" she says, sidling up to the husband, acting sweetly due to guilt she can't explain. She's done nothing wrong, not exactly, but what she has done is secret, anything to do with Ryuzaki is. And so she kisses Soichiro on the cheek, asks where the shoeless weirdo is and if anyone wants anything to eat.
"Food would be great," Matsuda says, enthusiastic and Sachi doesn't feel like serving him, she wants to know where Ryuzaki is right now. But she asked, so she smiles and says she'll bring something out soon. She doesn't want to repeat her question, doesn't want them to think it matters too much but she's not getting an answer. So she clears her throat and stands around looking antsy, prompting Soichiro to actually tell her.
"He's sick," he says, "so he won't be coming."
She'd expected this, but it stings her all the same. "Is he alright?" she asks, jumping to ridiculous conclusions before she knows what's going on. He wouldn't skip work if he could make it, if he's sick due to her it can't be that bad but he doesn't eat well, doesn't sleep and oh shit if it's anything serious it's her fault. "I um, I mean, I hope it doesn't last too long, it'd be awfully inconvenient for the investigation, wouldn't it?"
The taskforce nods, say they know, they know, it sucks but it's so, they'll manage. "He sounded pretty bad over the phone," Soichiro says, "but I'm sure it's nothing, and we'll manage without him for a day or two if we need to."
"It'll probably take longer than that," Sachiko says, sitting on the arm of the couch. "His immune system's got to be shot, with the way he takes care of himself. If he's sick he's not going to get better in a day or two."
Soichiro turns to look at her, wrinkles his forehead and frowns. "How do you know how he takes care of himself, Sachi? You've only seen him once or twice. There are things you could infer I guess, but that's kind of an odd thing to say."
Scrambling for a cover-up, Sachiko grins and taps her feet, pulls loose threads from the couch behind her husband's head. "I, um…well I just, like you said you can infer things I…" Her nervousness is making him suspicious she knows, he's going to think she's fucking him or something, they'll have to hash this out tonight, but for now they're in public, she just stalls and stalls until Watari walks in, here to set up a video feed for Ryuzaki to watch when he ought to be sleeping.
"I'll go get some food," she says, excusing herself to the kitchen. Sachiko plucks a bag of shrimp chips from the cabinet, throws it in her husband's lap, and heads for her room, face flaming.
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Nana: Paper writing season approaches with great swiftness, so I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully soon, and I'll try my best, but there may be a bit of a wait.
Oh also for you: Fingertips - They Might Be Giants
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Anyway, do you mind if I go in and tag all your Kids entries? ^^; It'd make it much easier to catch up. Please ignore the fact I could just go to FFN. It's hard to read goodfic there. XD;
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And yes, editors = love. He says he'll help me with any other DN fics I write, so I am pleased.
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I don't remember! I need to look. D:
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The quality of this chapter was just as high as the previous ones have been. Still, I did miss the direct Sachiko/L interaction. ...But then again, I'm impatient and demanding. :D
This is increasingly amazing as it goes on! Hurrah!