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Name: Hikuro Yami
Age: 19
Hair: Very dark brown
Eyes: Bright Green
Clothes: Gothic colours, but not necessarily gothic styles
Talents: Singing, lock-picking and quick wits
Friends: Matt, Misa (in a hate-hate way)
Boyfriend: L!
He loves you because: You're smart enough to have a decent conversation with, and you're a nice person inside. Also, he thinks that it's nice to be able to change the others' opinions of him by being close to someone who's not always been on the right side of the law. He finds it THRILLING.
What they think of you...
If they don't know you, I'll just leave their name blank.
Light: Isn't sure what to think of you. You have your moments for him, but a lot of the time your witty and sometimes slightly snide comments get on his nerves.
L: Adores you, but doesnt really know why... Hmm
Ryuk:
Misa: Loves you fashion sense, and wishes that she didn't piss you off so much so that she could go round your house and raid your closet.
Rem:
Near:
Mello:
Matt: Knows you a little bit, and hopes to get to know you better. No, not in THAT way. He just thinks that you'd be good friends.
Mikami:
Soichiro: Has come to trust you. He was a little dubious when he first met you, though, because of your little teensy weency not as small as I'm making it out to be criminal record.
Matsuda: Had to get a mug-shot of you a couple of years ago, before Kira, and had been terrified of you ever since. In essence, he'll do anything you tell him to do if only you threaten him enough.
Mogi: Barely knows you.
Aizawa: Doesn't believe that someone who's committed as many crimes as you have is closer to L that he is.
Watari: Thinks that L's trust in you is extremely misplaced, but has no choice but to trust L's judgement.
Lidner:
Gevanni:
Rester:
Naomi Misora:
Raye Penber:
Your Love story...
It was a strange place to fall in love.
Very strange.
Prison.
You were finally being let out for a night in the cells you'd been awarded for petty theft and he walked straight into you. Him with his tousled hair and dark eyes. Drop dead gorgeous.
And, being the gentleman that he was, he'd offered to walk you home. God only knew why, really, but you weren't objecting at all. By the time you reached your house, you were in possession of a scrap of paper with a hurriedly scrawled phone number on it.
Score.
You'd only been 14 then, and he'd only talked to you out of pity, but you were totally and utterly smitten. Ever since then, you'd talked non-stop and become the closest of friends. Since you'd met him, you'd even stopped all the crime in a sad attempt to win him over.
You just wished that it would work. But it seemed that nothing you said or did would make him think of you as anything more than an annoying girl who idolized him. Five years had to have been long enough for him to sort out his feelings. Damnit, you'd managed to sort out yours.
You knew that he was the one. The only one.
After much deliberation, you decided that there was only one thing that you could do. You were going to call him, tell him what you felt and then hang up before he could respond. And that's what you did. He called back straight away, of course, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer.
It went on like that for nearly two months. He'd call you, try to meet up with you, even use his spies to find out where you were and make an attempt to go out and talk to you face-to-face, but nothing worked. For the first time in years, L was being outwitted, and by an embarrassed nineteen year old, no less. You were intent on never seeing him again, even if you loved him; how could you face the embarrassment. No, you'd never be able to look him in the eyes again.
After a couple of months, he gave up, and both of you went back to your normal lives, expecting never to see each other again. However, this being a romantic, albeit short story, it doesn't end there.
You saw him again. It was always going to happen, but you hadnt expected anything so soon. A few weeks after the last of the phone calls, you went out and bought a new SIM card. Just to be on the safe side. And as you walked out of the phone shop, caught up in your thoughts, you walked into him again.
Seemed like you had a habit of doing that.
You tried to run, but he was older, taller, and stronger and he didn't seem angry or upset. You couldn't resist him, either. He put his hand on your shoulder and led you away from the shop, and you didn't even try to get away. You just went along with him and wondered where he was taking you.
Surprisingly or, bearing in mind that this is L were talking about, maybe NOT so surprisingly the pair of you ended up in a coffee shop-c**-ice cream parlour. No, that wasn't at all surprising. He took your order, paid, and sat you down in a booth right at the back of the shop. As you began to sip at your soda, the questions began.
It was all typical detective. "Why did you do that? What made you want to? Why did you do it? Did you mean it?"
And then, L came out with something completely unexpected. He sighed quietly before asking you, "Why did you feel that you had to hide?"
You gasped, inhaling some of your soda and having to spend a few minutes coughing and receiving strange looks from other people before you could reply. "...I was embarrassed. I thought you'd think I was weird. Obsessive." You blushed hotly as you spoke, your face lighting up like a...erm...a very red thing.
"Why?"
You seriously considered glaring at him for being so abrupt, but thought better of it. Glares and blushes dont mix. "'Cuz I was being an idiot!!"
He grimaced slightly. "Maybe...didnt you ever consider that the feeling was mutual?"
"No. I'm just a little kid to you.
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"That's not true. You'e more than that...so much more."
You nearly gasped, but managed to hold it in. "What are you saying? You can't mean--"
"I do. Didn't you wonder why I was so intent on getting hold of you when I could have chosen to ignore you?"
"No..." You conceded after a second's though.
"And just to make this official..." He rummaged around in his pockets for a second before pulling out something that looked suspiciously like a packet of sweets.
"What--" You started to ask, but he cut you off.
"Be mine?" He asked, and you looked down to see him holding out a sweet for you to take; a love heart, emblazoned with those two words. The blush that had just about managed to creep off of your face swept back on with a vengeance. Even so, you managed to smile and stuff the sweet into your mouth.
"I'm all yours."
 fiery teen demon · Tue Jun 10, 2008 @ 11:38pm · 0 Comments |
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