Sweet Dreams are Made of This, Who Am I to Disagree?

[dead_black_eyes]

Who: L Lawliet dead_black_eyes and Belphegor of Sloth makesagoodwife
Where: An inn in Violet City
When: June 25, several hours after Mammon of Greed wakes up
Summary: L's had a thorough and not altogether welcome look at his own soul. Belphegor's had a hell of a week just trying to take care of her husk-friends and dutifully going after Shedinjas with the rest of Johto. But

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[makesagoodwife]

It had, indeed, been a trying week...even on Belphe's patience. Her days had consisted of joining Violet's residents in attacking and capturing the invading shedinjas as quickly as she could spot them, allowing herself short breaks to return to the inn to check on her sister's and friend's status, and somewhere in-between finding a few hours to rest

[dead_black_eyes]

It took L a few moments to regain his bearings. He was absolutely starving, and thirsty, and sore, but... well... surprisingly clean. He was sure that it had been a long time; though he hadn't had a clear idea of how much time was passing while he'd been in the nightmare world, his pokegear showed him a date that was almost exactly a week after he'd looked a little too long at that Shedinja. Puzzled, he reached under his shirt to touch his skin. No oil, no grease or dirt or odor...

"Haunter."

Slightly positioned himself in front of L. Oh. He'd been scrawling again.

THAT STOOPID BITCH GROPD YOO. SHEE GROPD YOO ND SHEE WUZ TOTALEE MOLESSTING YOO WILE YOO WUR SLEEPING I CAWT HUR IN THE AKT.

Belphegor...

He did his best to hop nimbly out of bed, stumbling a bit on legs that hadn't felt the floor under them in a week. His Ninetales was there to support him immediately, along with a new face.

"Gamine?"

"Froslasss...He placed a hand on her head. It was enough; though L wasn't really one for sentimental words, that simple gesture

[makesagoodwife]

It turned out Haunters and the concept of sponge baths were woefully unacquainted with one another. Had she known, at the time, why Slightly had exploded into protesting shrieks and grabbing claws yesterday evening when she'd been in the middle of removing several days' worth of grime from Ryuzaki's chest, arms, back, and neck before replacing his shirt with a clean one, she might have found the humor in it. As it was, it had just been yet another thing on her long list of frustrations

[dead_black_eyes]

Indeed, when Belphegor hadn't been out catching Shedinjas, L's pokemon had looked to her largely for reassurance and comfort. L's team was more sensitive than most to the absence of his soul, there being so many ghosts and psychic types to actually feel that what made their trainer himself was elsewhere, in a location as uncertain as his fate.

L stepped into the bathroom, tilting his head and jumping slightly as he noticed his reflection in the mirror beside Belphegor's. He looked awful, every bit as hungry, disheveled, and off-kilter as he felt, but to someone who had been dealing with a corpselike husk for the last week, the life and awareness in his eyes probably looked pretty damn good.