16th Song [Accidental Video]

[papipupepon]

[Video turns on to reveal Kenta curled up in a miserable ball in a corner of his and L's room, crazed scribblings across the wall behind him; knees pulled up to his chest and eyes shut tight, hands over his ears. He's rocking back and forth, silent tears streaming down his cheeks, one of which is faintly bruised

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[originalprodigy]

[L's voice is high and wild, and he's certainly not sparing the accusations.]

They're hurting me! They're hurting me, and you can stop them! I can't believe you're choosing not to, they're killing me slowly and it hurts...

Are you listening to me? I need to go, I need to get out, the floor is boiling and the walls are closing in... Help me...

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[papipupepon]

[Tears still falling, Kenta crawls across the floor to L, crouching beside him to touch his face gently for a moment before hooking his hands under L's shoulder and pulling him up onto the bed (boiling floor or not, a bed is going to be kinder on his back in the long run).

He curls over L in a defeated, hunched posture, petting his hair, his face, trying desperately to quiet him kindly. A few tears fall onto L's face.]

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[originalprodigy]

[As adorable as that is, it doesn't seem to quiet L very much. He has nothing to hit his head against now except pillows, which aren't conducive to inducing unconsciousness unless he wants to take it the slow, relaxing, traditional way. You know, falling asleep. Clearly, he doesn't. He twists, his back arching, sticky with sweat from hours of struggling. He strains against his bonds, too physically exhausted to put up a huge fight but trying his damndest.]

I want them to stop. Please... please make them go away, I can't take it, they're cutting off my fingers and feeding them to spiders...

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[papipupepon]

[Damn, if Kenta can't soothe the L beast with his adorkable wiles, what CAN he do? He tries covering L's mouth with his hand, careful not to hinder his nose's breathing passage any.]

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[originalprodigy]

[Since L is out-of-breath as it is and exerting himself, he's been doing a lot of breathing through his mouth, and having that covered causes a mostly silent but all-out panic episode. He manages to twist violently enough to fall off the bed again, landing on his side, trying to roll under the bed.]

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[papipupepon]

[A soundless shout at his fall, just Kenta's mouth open wide and scared eyes and he's tumbling after L, grabbing his arm and tugging him out from under the bed and struggles to get him back up on the bed, strength failing him; he manages to get L propped up in a sitting position with his back resting against the bed frame though. He's just as out of breath as L by this point.]

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[originalprodigy]

[A flurry of lashing out and struggling; somehow, L is finding vast stores of energy simply in what he perceives as survival. His eyes are unfocused and very dilated. He thrashes against the bed frame and Kenta, bound effectively enough to keep from breaking anything, but still somewhat dangerous if Kenta gets too close.]

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[papipupepon]

[Objectively, Kenta's been "too close" as it were to L ever since they made that truce a month ago. His head whips back at another stray shot at his face and he grimaces against a few body pummels as well, reaching to try and steady L and stop his writhing.]

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[originalprodigy]

[Amazing what a man robbed of his senses can do with one free arm. He twists and writhes, his lithe body difficult to hold onto. After attempting to hit Kenta, he claws at his own face. Fortunately, L's nails are very short, but he seems intent on taking his eyes out of his head.]

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[papipupepon]

[Kenta snatches up L's hand in a blind panic, holding it tightly. He doesn't move beyond that.]

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[originalprodigy]

[L struggles and tugs hard against Kenta, trying to free his arm from its new restraint.]

No one understands... no one can see what I see... this is how it's always been... he's Kira! I know he's Kira! It's obvious, it's so obvious it's driving me insane...!

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[papipupepon]

[Kenta nods frantically, trying his hardest to smile, though it's more of a grimace. He understands, he does, he may not get the details of it, but he believes L, and he said as much at one time, if only L could remember that.]

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[originalprodigy]

[Head tips back in exhaustion]

I'm tired... I'm so tired...

[Shaky breath, a sob]

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[papipupepon]

[Oh God, L, preaching to the choir here. Kenta slumps against L's chest, head buried in his neck and free hand looped around his shoulder. He's practically sitting in L's lap now.]

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[originalprodigy]

[For the moment, L seems fairly unresponsive. Every four or five hours, he dips into a nervous, fretful twilight sleep that grants Kenta a brief reprieve from having to deal with a psychotic friend.]

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[papipupepon]

[Kenta follows him fitfully into a light slumber]