InsaneJournal

Who: Laura Moon and L Lawliet
What: Finding something very important that she allowed to get lost.
Where: The Gym / Makeshift Rundown Hospital
When: Around 10:00pm
Rating: TBD
Status: Active


Laura had been searching for L ever since she had made it out of the scraps of wood and concrete and metal that had once been the liquor store. It had been a very, very bad day. It hadn't started terribly, but it had sharply taken a turn for the worst. The worst part of it was that, once again, she was not by L's side in the face of danger. She'd failed, yet again.

With the ability to identify human beings by the light of their souls, it was not difficult to find him. There had been a few moments, though, while she was looking for him, burning like a torch in the darkness, when she was very worried that his light would be nowhere to be found. She should have gone with him, should have talked to him more about Light. After all, a dead woman was not enough to keep an intelligent, moody, fragile man in the world. Surely he had gone to off himself, she realized in hindsight; if he hadn't, he probably wasn't avoiding his death. Still, she had found him, theoretically. He was getting to be like Shadow. Someone could have thrown Laura into the ocean, weighed her down so she sank to the bottom, and blindfolded her, and she still would have made her way to him. So a little thing like an earthquake was definitely not enough to keep her away.

It was sometime in the early afternoon when she'd found him, but he was surrounded by people. Part of her was glad for that. She'd always said that he needed to get out more, that he needed to be with living people. The pit of her stomach, though, felt icy, like the emptiness was spreading, when she saw Merope with him. He'd reacted more kindly to her than to Laura herself when they'd found Light. Who was she to him? Laura found her startlingly creepy for a human being. Not wanting to reunite with him in front of a large crowd, she had stuck to the shadows, watching. He was amazing to watch, like her own personal ant farm. From where she was, she could only tell that he was hurt, not well. The details were lost in the distance. She had to get to him, but she had the patience to wait.

Once pitch black had set in and most people had allowed themselves to rest, Laura had slipped soundlessly into the gym. She had gone wholly unnoticed, and she'd slipped silently onto a seat beside the bed in which her detective was sleeping. Looking down at him, only a silhouette in the night, she couldn't help but give a sad, hopeful smile. He was alive. Barely, but alive.