So Alive I Arrive on Dust, You Can Search My Mind For the Red on Rust
Characters: L Lawliet and Yano Kenta
When: August 11th, Night
Where: Juke's house
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Kenta and L are unlikely friends and a study in contrasts. Regarding the recent very exciting ninja shit-fight, Kenta has found that his empathy and compassion are sort of tearing him up inside. L can give the dictionary definitions of "empathy" and "compassion," but he's not too good with the whole application thing. L's solution is to invite his distraught friend to Juke's house so Kenta can cuddle the baby fox he found, and hope that Kenta makes dinner. Also, it's a sleepover.
L wondered if he had done the right thing by inviting Kenta to stay the night. His natural paranoia warned him against letting anyone, friend or not, get too close to him while he slept. Plus, even though Kenta had said he wasn't a deviant, in so many words, he had put another man's penis in his mouth once. It wasn't L's place to judge something he didn't really understand, though, and besides, he had a very good kick. L reminded himself of this fact, appeasing his paranoia for the moment.
He turned his thoughts to other matters. Namely, the fact that Kenta seemed to be cracking as a result of this Kohoha-Sasori business. The whole conflict was something much bigger than L, and he was smart enough to step back for this one. He was in a good position; though he had some enemies (Beyond was a no-brainer, and Sasuke really didn't seem to like him), most people knew him as someone vaguely annoying with good intentions who was ultimately harmless. That was good. It meant that people were willing to tell him things. Not only that, he was not powerful, and he had no powerful friends. Killing him gave no one any sort of readily apparent advantage, tactical or otherwise.
The fox kit he'd found earlier was hungry. It was chewing on the bedpost; he hoped that he found out a good place to get milk soon.
When: August 11th, Night
Where: Juke's house
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Kenta and L are unlikely friends and a study in contrasts. Regarding the recent very exciting ninja shit-fight, Kenta has found that his empathy and compassion are sort of tearing him up inside. L can give the dictionary definitions of "empathy" and "compassion," but he's not too good with the whole application thing. L's solution is to invite his distraught friend to Juke's house so Kenta can cuddle the baby fox he found, and hope that Kenta makes dinner. Also, it's a sleepover.
L wondered if he had done the right thing by inviting Kenta to stay the night. His natural paranoia warned him against letting anyone, friend or not, get too close to him while he slept. Plus, even though Kenta had said he wasn't a deviant, in so many words, he had put another man's penis in his mouth once. It wasn't L's place to judge something he didn't really understand, though, and besides, he had a very good kick. L reminded himself of this fact, appeasing his paranoia for the moment.
He turned his thoughts to other matters. Namely, the fact that Kenta seemed to be cracking as a result of this Kohoha-Sasori business. The whole conflict was something much bigger than L, and he was smart enough to step back for this one. He was in a good position; though he had some enemies (Beyond was a no-brainer, and Sasuke really didn't seem to like him), most people knew him as someone vaguely annoying with good intentions who was ultimately harmless. That was good. It meant that people were willing to tell him things. Not only that, he was not powerful, and he had no powerful friends. Killing him gave no one any sort of readily apparent advantage, tactical or otherwise.
The fox kit he'd found earlier was hungry. It was chewing on the bedpost; he hoped that he found out a good place to get milk soon.