So Matt had found a room full of video games. It had been in the middle of the night during aimless wandering; he'd scooped up an armful, taken them back to his room, and promptly fallen asleep. Now he's trying to retrace his steps, because he doesn't have nearly enough first-person shooters. (It is impossible to have enough first-person shooters.)
The prospect of limitless pixellated goodness is distracting enough that he almost doesn't hear the uncertain voice to his side. Luckily...
"Hey." Matt has never met L; he has no idea that this guy - skinny, slouching, around his own age - is the man he'd been trained from childhood to imitate, perhaps even succeed. "What's up?"
His voice is bland as ever, but if you look at his hands, the tension in his fingers betrays a certain nervousness. Also, they're covered in butter, which might also be a hint as to what's going on here.
L's hair is, if possible, more of a mess than usual, but he seems relatively composed.
Matt is too new to Hogwarts to really know about the popcorning system. He'd noticed the plaque with the lists of names, the glass cabinets full of carefully-labeled kernels of popcorn, and concluded that he was not at fucking Wammy's any more so he didn't need to be constantly trying to solve puzzles.
He's never going to be able to stop noticing things (the butter, the tension), but after a couple of years' practice, he's getting okay at not-solving-stuff.
"This is Hogwarts," he says. "It's a magic school in the middle of the Scottish wilderness, or something. I'm going to go out on a limb and say you appeared here with no explanation or warning." He grins. "I'm Matt."
This surprises him even more. He thought something about the face seemed familiar... but that's impossible, isn't it? Matt should not be nearly this old.
Then, the words catch up to him. He 'appeared here,' (he can't argue with that,) it's a 'magic school' and he is no longer in England, he's in Scotland. It might very well be the Matt he knows after all. It may be time to go out on a limb.
This man is perhaps even more perturbing. L does not like feeling as though there's something he's missing, and he's getting that sense very strongly. This stranger thinks he knows him. Isn't sure what year it is. Calls him Ryuuzaki.
This is an elaborate hallucination. He has been drugged and kidnapped and is now in a hallucinogenic haze. It amazes him how clearly he can come to this conclusion given the massive amount of drugs he must have been forced to ingest.
So much to think about... Mostly pleasant, if confusing, but it was still more than a little overwhelming. Thus Near was taking a walk. Not anywhere in particular, not really watching where he's going, until...
Is that B?
But, no. B's still being sorted.
But if that's L... L's dead.
So was Matt. So was Mello. So was Soichiro Yagami... hell, so was B, for that matter.
But he's my age. Maybe even younger.
And if death could be overcome, what was age?
Near approached quietly, and half-bowed. "Hello, L."
That confused Near for a moment, then he remembers; his face is still bruised, his throat still chafed. On his skin it will show up clearly for a while yet.
"Near. Yes." He smiles, nodding. "And it's nothing. A minor altercation. Matt and Mello can both be short-tempered."
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The prospect of limitless pixellated goodness is distracting enough that he almost doesn't hear the uncertain voice to his side. Luckily...
"Hey." Matt has never met L; he has no idea that this guy - skinny, slouching, around his own age - is the man he'd been trained from childhood to imitate, perhaps even succeed. "What's up?"
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His voice is bland as ever, but if you look at his hands, the tension in his fingers betrays a certain nervousness. Also, they're covered in butter, which might also be a hint as to what's going on here.
L's hair is, if possible, more of a mess than usual, but he seems relatively composed.
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He's never going to be able to stop noticing things (the butter, the tension), but after a couple of years' practice, he's getting okay at not-solving-stuff.
"This is Hogwarts," he says. "It's a magic school in the middle of the Scottish wilderness, or something. I'm going to go out on a limb and say you appeared here with no explanation or warning." He grins. "I'm Matt."
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Then, the words catch up to him. He 'appeared here,' (he can't argue with that,) it's a 'magic school' and he is no longer in England, he's in Scotland. It might very well be the Matt he knows after all. It may be time to go out on a limb.
"I am L."
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Hogwarts has a way of changing his mind.
"Ryuzaki?"
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"...hello."
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Hmmm....
What kind of name is L Lawliet? I mean....
Why does Ryuzaki have a lifespan under his name?
Unless....
"What, what year was it when you came here?"
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This man is perhaps even more perturbing. L does not like feeling as though there's something he's missing, and he's getting that sense very strongly. This stranger thinks he knows him. Isn't sure what year it is. Calls him Ryuuzaki.
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But look! A new person!
You look funny!
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This is an elaborate hallucination. He has been drugged and kidnapped and is now in a hallucinogenic haze. It amazes him how clearly he can come to this conclusion given the massive amount of drugs he must have been forced to ingest.
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It's as good as any, right? Wait. He's answering the talking dog.
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Is that B?
But, no. B's still being sorted.
But if that's L... L's dead.
So was Matt. So was Mello. So was Soichiro Yagami... hell, so was B, for that matter.
But he's my age. Maybe even younger.
And if death could be overcome, what was age?
Near approached quietly, and half-bowed. "Hello, L."
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"Near?"
He's very obviously not an eight year old any more. L shakes his head slightly, and returns to the comfortable slouch.
"What has happened?"
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"Near. Yes." He smiles, nodding. "And it's nothing. A minor altercation. Matt and Mello can both be short-tempered."
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What is happening would have been better.
"Mello and Matt are here?" Wherever this is.
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