L #6
L crouched in front of the girl, who was now slumped against the railing in what was relatively a sitting pose. Fainting was usually caused by a lack of oxygen to the brain, causing loss of consciousness. A mixture of fatigue and blood loss might induce such a state, yet she only seemed to have a few scratches. And no matter how much it was romanticized by movies, one couldn’t faint simply because of fear.
He examined her more closely. There were deep crimson stains on the underside of her left sleeve. L pushed the material up, exposing a cluster of punctures all along her forearm. Strange. If she was hurt in the crash, they would be jagged and more irregular. But these seemed too neat and uniform, almost as if they were made by a mechanism of some kind. Recently, too; some of the wounds were still trickling blood. As most of them showed signs of healing, it wasn’t serious enough to need a trip to the hospital. The sleeve, although quite loose, would have to stem the bleeding until he could find proper bandages.
Though why should he be so concerned about her? If she was a Kira, all he really needed to do was keep her alive and compliant. For despite the hint of doubt, the suspicion that she was one remained.
L nibbled contemplatively on his thumb. It was possible that she could have faked the entire thing just to prevent him from going after the Death Note at that moment. No, unlikely. That required more knowledge of his personality than anyone could ever possess. Well, aside from Watari and perhaps Yagami-kun. She would’ve assumed that he would let her fall. And like so many others, that “guilt before innocence” was his absolute philosophy. It was, to an extent. Perhaps Yagami-kun used this to his advantage while he was imprisoned….
But that was the past. Whether the girl had planned this or not, she’d passed out, leaving him perfectly capable of going to find the Death Note. Except that he couldn’t leave her here. The slice of sky he could see did not bode well. If it really began to storm, the lashing of the rain might worsen her partially healed injuries. And there was always the chance that her blackout would last a lot longer than expected. He needed to take her with him. Without her conscious, he would have to carry her down. And L didn’t particularly relish that prospect, as there was no way she could hold on to him while he climbed down.
L ended up slinging her over his shoulder (Being a lot shorter than him, she didn’t interfere with his movements…much.) and using only one hand to hold onto the ladder, making sure that she didn’t fall with the other. This girl is becoming more trouble than she’s worth, he thought.
Relief flowed through him as his feet touched ground, even though the descent had taken twice as long as it would have normally. But this situation wasn’t anywhere near normal. L carefully lowered the still unconscious girl and picked her up again, this time in a way that wouldn’t make it seem like she was kidnapped. Providing they didn’t look too closely, others would think that she was a sleepy younger sister, getting a-what was it called again? A “piggyback ride?”-from her older brother. Ridiculous. To be reduced to a role like this for a Kira…he might as well forget about remaining inconspicuous.
Fortunately, the adverse weather didn’t really affect the number of people, and he was able to merge into the crowd without incident. Guessing by the steepness of the roof, the Death Note should have landed somewhere on the sidewalk or near its edge. Yet he couldn’t see any sign of it. Not the ominous black cover. Not the ordinary sheets of notebook paper inside. He did, however, spot storm drains along the street. Great. If the Death Note fell inside one, it would be near impossible to find it. The thought of not knowing where such a peril might end up bothered him.
But he couldn’t follow miles of pipes all over the city while carrying an unconscious girl. If he wanted to avoid unwelcome questions, he would have to wait somewhere deserted but still relatively safe for her to wake up. L’s eyes fell on the large building next to him. “The New York Public Library” was etched on its front.
Perfect. L started up the steps. This institution was renowned as one of the world’s leading libraries. Such places of prestige were always technically open an hour or so after closing so that security could make sure that nothing had been vandalized or stolen during the day. Until they were finished, the doors remained unlocked and the alarm unset.
As he drew closer to the top, he could see distorted shadows moving around through the windows set above the entrance. He pushed on the revolving doors. They turned slightly, confirming his theory. Being careful not to jostle the girl against the edges, L slipped inside. Once he was on the other side of the doors, he carefully stilled their movement. Now he had to get to an area-preferably with computers-where he could watch over the girl and find out why he was suddenly alive in New York City. And of course, making sure that he wasn’t discovered on the way there.
But L was very good at not being discovered.
[Tags: L, Hinata]
(OOC: All moving of Hinata was, of course, done with permission in fear of the great calamity known as Mod's Wrath.)
He examined her more closely. There were deep crimson stains on the underside of her left sleeve. L pushed the material up, exposing a cluster of punctures all along her forearm. Strange. If she was hurt in the crash, they would be jagged and more irregular. But these seemed too neat and uniform, almost as if they were made by a mechanism of some kind. Recently, too; some of the wounds were still trickling blood. As most of them showed signs of healing, it wasn’t serious enough to need a trip to the hospital. The sleeve, although quite loose, would have to stem the bleeding until he could find proper bandages.
Though why should he be so concerned about her? If she was a Kira, all he really needed to do was keep her alive and compliant. For despite the hint of doubt, the suspicion that she was one remained.
L nibbled contemplatively on his thumb. It was possible that she could have faked the entire thing just to prevent him from going after the Death Note at that moment. No, unlikely. That required more knowledge of his personality than anyone could ever possess. Well, aside from Watari and perhaps Yagami-kun. She would’ve assumed that he would let her fall. And like so many others, that “guilt before innocence” was his absolute philosophy. It was, to an extent. Perhaps Yagami-kun used this to his advantage while he was imprisoned….
But that was the past. Whether the girl had planned this or not, she’d passed out, leaving him perfectly capable of going to find the Death Note. Except that he couldn’t leave her here. The slice of sky he could see did not bode well. If it really began to storm, the lashing of the rain might worsen her partially healed injuries. And there was always the chance that her blackout would last a lot longer than expected. He needed to take her with him. Without her conscious, he would have to carry her down. And L didn’t particularly relish that prospect, as there was no way she could hold on to him while he climbed down.
L ended up slinging her over his shoulder (Being a lot shorter than him, she didn’t interfere with his movements…much.) and using only one hand to hold onto the ladder, making sure that she didn’t fall with the other. This girl is becoming more trouble than she’s worth, he thought.
Relief flowed through him as his feet touched ground, even though the descent had taken twice as long as it would have normally. But this situation wasn’t anywhere near normal. L carefully lowered the still unconscious girl and picked her up again, this time in a way that wouldn’t make it seem like she was kidnapped. Providing they didn’t look too closely, others would think that she was a sleepy younger sister, getting a-what was it called again? A “piggyback ride?”-from her older brother. Ridiculous. To be reduced to a role like this for a Kira…he might as well forget about remaining inconspicuous.
Fortunately, the adverse weather didn’t really affect the number of people, and he was able to merge into the crowd without incident. Guessing by the steepness of the roof, the Death Note should have landed somewhere on the sidewalk or near its edge. Yet he couldn’t see any sign of it. Not the ominous black cover. Not the ordinary sheets of notebook paper inside. He did, however, spot storm drains along the street. Great. If the Death Note fell inside one, it would be near impossible to find it. The thought of not knowing where such a peril might end up bothered him.
But he couldn’t follow miles of pipes all over the city while carrying an unconscious girl. If he wanted to avoid unwelcome questions, he would have to wait somewhere deserted but still relatively safe for her to wake up. L’s eyes fell on the large building next to him. “The New York Public Library” was etched on its front.
Perfect. L started up the steps. This institution was renowned as one of the world’s leading libraries. Such places of prestige were always technically open an hour or so after closing so that security could make sure that nothing had been vandalized or stolen during the day. Until they were finished, the doors remained unlocked and the alarm unset.
As he drew closer to the top, he could see distorted shadows moving around through the windows set above the entrance. He pushed on the revolving doors. They turned slightly, confirming his theory. Being careful not to jostle the girl against the edges, L slipped inside. Once he was on the other side of the doors, he carefully stilled their movement. Now he had to get to an area-preferably with computers-where he could watch over the girl and find out why he was suddenly alive in New York City. And of course, making sure that he wasn’t discovered on the way there.
But L was very good at not being discovered.
[Tags: L, Hinata]
(OOC: All moving of Hinata was, of course, done with permission in fear of the great calamity known as Mod's Wrath.)