amane_misa (amane_misa) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-11-30 22:07:00 |
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Current mood: | surprised |
Current music: | U2- "Love is Blindness" |
Entry tags: | finished thread, l, misa, rating: r, setting: asgard |
Thread Is Ripping, The Knot Is Slipping... *FINISHED THREAD*
OOC: Apologies, for making a thread like this with two characters who are played by the same hapless person. :/ Over the weekend, I had some extra time and not a lot of internet, so I wrote this.
Who: L and Misa
When: Evening, after L agrees to teach Misa how to actually code things privately.
Where: L's room.
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight language, heavily implied sexuality (fade-to-black, nothing graphic)
Summary: Misa is an incompetent hacker. L feels backed against the wall. Neither of them trust each other, or are trusted by others. It just figures that something like this would happen.
Misa walked along the halls of Asgard, feeling a little apprehensive and a little guilty. While she’d asked lots of people about Light’s connection to L, she hadn’t actually thought to ask L himself, and now that she had, she wasn’t sure what to think. She was aware that he had moved out of the room he shared with Frank, seemingly needing more space now that things were getting tense with Asgard’s other members, and he had released his pet fox to the wilderness... she shrugged. Apparently, he liked to be alone.
Knocking on his door, Misa rolled her eyes as she heard the various sliding, clicking, and latching sounds of multiple locks being undone. In a lot of ways, L reminded her of Light; his attention to detail and his paranoia, for starters, were especially familiar. Even if the two of them had been as different as night and day, they were cut from the same cloth, and Misa missed Light so much that she was willing to overlook what she perceived as L’s aesthetic shortcomings. He was the next-best thing... and if he had meant something to Light...
Even though she’d prepared herself, Misa still jumped back slightly when L opened the door. He was one of the Asgardians she didn’t see very much of, and it seemed like the less time he spent around others, the more he let himself go. Misa cringed at the state of his hair, the way his bones stuck out... the horrible pallor of his skin that made him look like death warmed over.
In response to her very visible aversion to him, L rolled his eyes. “Fine. FINE, I understand. I am not attractive. You could be kinder.”
“You could at least TRY to look nice, when I come over! Maybe comb your hair... EAT better...” she snatched a lollipop out of his mouth, and he glared at her balefully.
“That is what I always eat.”
“Misa DOES know something about nutrition! If you always eat empty calories, you will never be able to put on muscle.”
“Just come in,” L sighed, standing aside so Misa could enter. The room was set up according to L’s needs and wishes; the Trial trophy base was present, filled with lifesavers, and the pensive figure L had detached from it was headfirst in one of the desk drawers, near L’s computer. A violin and bow leaned against the back of an armchair in the corner, and prime numbers had been drawn on the walls, around and around the room in a seemingly endless pattern. There was no bed; only a futon on the floor, with one pillow and one blanket. One wall was completely lined with monitors, all of them split into four screens and showing a different part of Emptiness. “I guess this is a little more what you’re used to, isn’t it?” Misa asked, glancing around the dimly lit room.
“Precisely,” L sighed. “I miss Frank, but I intend to visit him often. It is nothing personal.”
Misa noticed some flowers sitting on L’s desk, wilted, but still retaining some perfume. “Forget-me-nots? I didn’t know you liked flowers, Ryuzaki.”
“I do not,” L said, taking the flowers and slipping them into a drawer. “They simply remind me of some... summer. They remind me of summer.”
“You don’t like winter?” Misa asked, plucking a lifesaver out of L’s gutted trophy base. “Aw. It’s such a pretty season.
“No, I don’t like winter. As you recall, I died in November.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Misa said, biting her lip. “Just a week after your birthday.”
“Honestly? I didn’t even notice its passing. Much like this year.”
“You understand, why we had to kill you...” Misa said, looking troubled. “You were going to catch me and Light.”
“I know,” L said. “I know that I would have caught you. It would have been the highlight of my career... instead of an incomplete swan song.”
“Misa is sorry! She knows that it was a rotten thing to do, after she said that you were her friend...”
“It doesn’t matter now. You were going by Light’s wishes.”
“You know that Kira killed the man who killed my parents. I had an obligation to worship him!”
“That was your decision... I can’t judge you for it or condone your actions. Why are you so worried about this, anyway? I thought you wanted to learn how to hack.”
Misa nodded, flipping open her laptop. “I brought my journal... so you can start by teaching me how to code my entries so no one else can read them, if that’s OK.”
“All right,” L said, cracking his neck. “People do this differently... ciphers are pretty commonly used. The idea is to scramble your entry and design a program to unscramble it, for your eyes only. I use numbers...” he demonstrated, and Misa watched his fingers move over the keyboard. “Today’s journal entry, for instance...”
It took a lot of patience on both their parts, but L finally managed to teach Misa how to code her entries privately, if not unhackably. “I’m tired,” Misa complained, but she ran through the steps on her own, only needing to be corrected once. “Is it all right if we continue, like, two days from now? I need to let this sink in...”
“Sure...” L sighed, equally tired from trying to teach someone as simple as Misa the basics of hacking. “That sounds like a good plan... even if no one trusts me, and it's no secret that they don't trust you... private coding skills, along with basic hacking, can be useful. Please make good use of them.”
“I said I’d kiss you,” Misa said, leaning forward on her hands. “You’ve always wanted to kiss me, haven’t you?”
“I don’t think...”
“Good. That’s the only way to do it right,” Misa said, winking. “Relax. Misa won’t hurt you. She just wants to kiss a little bit.”
“No,” L said, shaking his head resolutely. “I think it’s a terrible idea.”
Misa scowled. “Fine. It is a terrible idea. You look like something that crawled out of the sewer, anyway.” she reached into her purse, taking out a comb. “I can’t believe no one has ever tried to do this for you.”
“Do wha...aaahhhHHH!” L shouted, as Misa worked at one of the many rats in his tangled hair with her comb.
Misa groaned. “If you combed it every day it would not be so messy. You’re silly, Ryuuga.”
“You don’t have to... mmm.... call me that anymore. It’s... Nnnn... not my name.” L threw his arms over his head, and Misa pried them down again patiently.
“I know your name. I’ve seen it lots of times. ‘Luke Lawliet.’” Misa said. “It’s pretty. Misa doesn’t understand why you don’t like it.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re hurting me.”
“Almost done, with as much as I can handle for tonight,” Misa said. “You know... you actually have some grey hair.”
“I know. That would be a gift from Light.”
“Listen to me! About that....” Misa said, looking miserable. “Misa is sorry she didn’t believe anyone... she didn’t want to think that Light would do something so awful. And she didn’t know that it was to you. Light was insane when he died...” Misa broke down and started crying, setting the comb on the floor. L watched awkwardly for a moment, and then slowly encircled his arms around her.
“It’s... over and done, Misa...” L said, patting her shoulder stiffly. “Just try to move on...”
“What would you kn-kn-know about losing someone?” Misa sniffled, wiping her eyes on L’s shirt.
“I...” L started, but stopped when Misa interrupted him by smashing her lips into his.
“Omigod,” she said, after about ten seconds. “You taste like candy. FUCK, it’s been so long since I’ve done this.”
“We don’t love each other,” L said, pushing her away. “Actually... we sort of...” again, he couldn’t finish his sentence due to Misa’s advances.
“Of course we don’t love each other... do you think that matters?” she asked between kisses, positioning L’s hands around her waist. “Come on. This feels right, doesn’t it? I’m a really pretty girl. You’re a... um... you’re a guy. And I totally brought liquor,” she said, grinning. “If you need a little encouragement. Not that it feels like you do,” she giggled, straddling him. “Misa’s very good at this. She’ll take good care of you, OK?”
“Not OK,” L groaned, as Misa unzipped his jeans.
Misa giggled. “Are you saying that you’re nonconsensual? That would make this rape, you know.”
L felt like he was having a heart attack for a second, until he realized that he was actually laughing. For the first time in how long? “Trust me,” he said breathlessly. “This isn’t rape.”
“You really need this,” Misa said, slipping out of her blouse. “Do you know what a ‘friend with benefits’ is?”
“I think...”
“It means that you’re cute when you smile. Do just what Misa says... eat every last one of your vegetables, and maybe you’ll get dessert.”
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“You realize, of course, that no one can find out about this,” L said the next morning in the shower.
“You think I’d let anyone find out that I slept with you?” Misa asked, drying her hair. “Like hell. I have some dignity, after all. I’m not a slut, and my standards aren’t that low.”
L raised an eyebrow. “Admit it. I have a Y chromosome and did not throw you out of the room, and that was good enough for you.”
“Huh? What’s a 'why chromosome'?”
“....” L chose not to answer, instead wrapping a towel around his waist and leaving the bathroom. “Never mind. What I meant was that I am male... and therefore fulfill your criteria for a desirable partner, now that the love of your life is gone forever.”
“Maybe that’s how it is for you, too,” Misa pointed out. “We’re both lonely and desperate. That’s the only reason this can work. There are way better-looking guys here...”
“And much smarter women,” L retorted smoothly. “But I see your point. I feel relaxed this morning... my mind is clearer. I think that I can work better than I have been.”
he returned to his computer, and to the screens displaying Emptiness.
“You weren’t bad, last night, you know...” Misa said, dropping her towel to the floor and dressing. “Gentle. I like gentle. But you can use more force, next time... ”
“And you can use less... I am still sore. Also, that part, where you put the pillow over my face and held it down... please don’t do that again. That was not conducive to the type of pleasure we were seeking in tangent.”
“Oh? Some people like it, but OK. No more pillows over your face. At least let me help you with your hair while it’s still wet, though, you look so pathetic... it’s one reason people don’t take you seriously, Ryuzaki.”
“Thanks,” L said, rolling his eyes as he finished dressing and allowed Misa to re-attack the rats’ nests in his hair with her comb.