Entry #B-5: "Broad" [An Inn in Violet City, Video]
[L's pokegear flickers on. Judging from the height and position, it is on a bookshelf in a room at a well-furnished and comfortable-looking inn. A television is well within view of the camera feed, and the room is empty save for L's Haunter Slightly.
Not for long, though. L returns; a week of not eating while his soul was missing has left him looking gaunter than usual, and he seems to be making up for lost time as far as sweets are concerned. He scatters various candy bars, wrapped cupcakes, and pieces of candy on the bed, arranging them compulsively, first by color, then by alphabetical order, then by percentage of chocolate, seeming to be deciding in his methodical way which one he wants to eat first.]
"Haaaaaunter..."
What?
[L glances up at his pokemon, seeming annoyed.]
Slightly, I haven't the time right now. Later, we'll train later...
[Slightly responds by shoving a videotape in L's face. Before L can take it, he's drifting over to the room's television and VCR, popping the tape in and turning on the television.]
[It is footage of L's time as a soulless husk. He looks awful; his pallor and stillness make him look a little too corpselike, and it's pretty clear by the way L's shoulders stiffen that he's uncomfortable seeing himself in such a vulnerable state. He starts to turn away, anxious to focus on his snack arrangements and not dwell too much on what he recalls as a very dark time, but Slightly is pretty damn insistent on his continued attention. He blocks L, sticking his tongue out, and L sighs and looks back at the TV screen.
In the video, Belphegor of Sloth has just entered the room, looking exhausted and sad. She's carrying a bowl of warm water, a sponge, and a bar of soap, setting the items down on the bedside table. She bows her head slightly, offering a soft apology to the unconscious man before gently taking off his shirt and revealing a bony torso. Quietly and carefully, she starts cleaning him. L leans closer, thumb in his mouth, perching on the edge of his bed and watching the footage with a great deal of interest. It's difficult to read the expression on his blank, pale face, but he's concentrating hard, fixing Belphegor's actions with a searching gaze. When she's finished cleaning his back, arms and chest, her hand strays uncertainly to the button on his jeans, as if debating whether or not she would be overstepping her bounds if she tried to clean the rest of him, too. She only has time to hesitate, though, because in the video, Slightly is charging her and bellowing. Belphegor hastily recoils, the sponge falling from her hands, and the Haunter scoops it up triumphantly and starts scrubbing L with a great deal of force and energy.
L sighs and stops the video.]
I suppose that explains why I was so chafed when I woke up. Slightly...!
[His dismay is due to the Haunter scrawling in huge letters on the wall.]
SHEEZ A HOR I SAYVD YOO FRUM THE DURTY SLUT-HOE
[L sets his jaw and presses the button on the Haunter's pokeball, recalling the errant ghost. Then he stiffens, turning and noticing the pokegear happily recording on the shelf.]
Fuck me.
[He turns the thing off.]
Not for long, though. L returns; a week of not eating while his soul was missing has left him looking gaunter than usual, and he seems to be making up for lost time as far as sweets are concerned. He scatters various candy bars, wrapped cupcakes, and pieces of candy on the bed, arranging them compulsively, first by color, then by alphabetical order, then by percentage of chocolate, seeming to be deciding in his methodical way which one he wants to eat first.]
"Haaaaaunter..."
What?
[L glances up at his pokemon, seeming annoyed.]
Slightly, I haven't the time right now. Later, we'll train later...
[Slightly responds by shoving a videotape in L's face. Before L can take it, he's drifting over to the room's television and VCR, popping the tape in and turning on the television.]
[It is footage of L's time as a soulless husk. He looks awful; his pallor and stillness make him look a little too corpselike, and it's pretty clear by the way L's shoulders stiffen that he's uncomfortable seeing himself in such a vulnerable state. He starts to turn away, anxious to focus on his snack arrangements and not dwell too much on what he recalls as a very dark time, but Slightly is pretty damn insistent on his continued attention. He blocks L, sticking his tongue out, and L sighs and looks back at the TV screen.
In the video, Belphegor of Sloth has just entered the room, looking exhausted and sad. She's carrying a bowl of warm water, a sponge, and a bar of soap, setting the items down on the bedside table. She bows her head slightly, offering a soft apology to the unconscious man before gently taking off his shirt and revealing a bony torso. Quietly and carefully, she starts cleaning him. L leans closer, thumb in his mouth, perching on the edge of his bed and watching the footage with a great deal of interest. It's difficult to read the expression on his blank, pale face, but he's concentrating hard, fixing Belphegor's actions with a searching gaze. When she's finished cleaning his back, arms and chest, her hand strays uncertainly to the button on his jeans, as if debating whether or not she would be overstepping her bounds if she tried to clean the rest of him, too. She only has time to hesitate, though, because in the video, Slightly is charging her and bellowing. Belphegor hastily recoils, the sponge falling from her hands, and the Haunter scoops it up triumphantly and starts scrubbing L with a great deal of force and energy.
L sighs and stops the video.]
I suppose that explains why I was so chafed when I woke up. Slightly...!
[His dismay is due to the Haunter scrawling in huge letters on the wall.]
SHEEZ A HOR I SAYVD YOO FRUM THE DURTY SLUT-HOE
[L sets his jaw and presses the button on the Haunter's pokeball, recalling the errant ghost. Then he stiffens, turning and noticing the pokegear happily recording on the shelf.]
Fuck me.
[He turns the thing off.]