Trying to get back into writing have some Mr. L angst
probably just a oneshot
"...Ame. "
"...W... Hnmm...? "
His ears were ringing, and his eyes too sore to even open.
"Your name. What is your name."
Her voice was cold and felt like it was piercing into his soul.
"My... Name..."
He couldn't remember. He searched the back pits of his mind, to no avail.
"What happened... "
His eyes slowly peeled open, and the blurry form of a blue... somebody... came into view. She was crouched in front of him, looking gim over studiously.
"You were…” She cleared her throat. “I found you unconscious. I'm trying to see if you're fine, k?"
His eyes burned as he struggled to blink and focus.
"...L... "
"Yes? "
"I think my name… Had something to do with an ‘L’."
His vision finally corrected, and the woman across from him adjusted her glasses, shuffling some of her pink hair out of her periwinkle face.
"Uhm, so, I'm gonna call you L for now, k?"
His head was throbbing. All he could do was nod.
"So. L. Tell me about yourself. "
He looked down at himself as if looking for clues of any interest of his. He brought his hands up, studying the scarring that crawled down from his fingertips to just past his wrist, and the strange moon marking on his palm.
“I…”
“Yes?”
He stopped before he could continue. “...What’s...with my hands…”
She reached her own hands out, gently placing it over the marking on his right palm, and clasping his hand. “Don’t think too hard on it. Do you have any family?”
He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. “I… don’t know… I can’t remember.”
“Friends?”
“...I know I’m…”
He sighed, shakily recalling some painful memories from the back of his mind. “I’ve never been anybody’s go-to choice for anything…”
“Uhm, like, you’re always pushed to the side?”
He opened his eyes back up, his brow furrowing. “Nobody’s ever believed in me. I know what I can do- I know I’m powerful, but…”
The woman sighed, letting his hand go as she noticed some stray sparks coming from his palm. He opened his eyes back up, glaring down at his hand. “Nobody has ever appreciated me. Nobody pays attention to what I do! I wish I could…” He curled his hand into a fist, sparks flying off in several directions.
“...You wish you could prove them wrong, don’t you. You want to show the world who you really are, huh?”
His eyes met with hers. She stood up, offering him a hand. “I think I know how we can do that.” He took her hand and she hoisted him to his feet, adjusted her glasses yet again. “My master, Count Bleck… He can offer you anything you want, in exchange for your loyalty and assistance.”
He closed his eyes, nodding. “Alright. Take me to him. I’ll give him my loyalty if it means proving myself.”
Behind his back, his fingers were crossed. He knew he couldn’t trust anybody but his own wit. No ‘Count Bleck’ would get his undying loyalty- it belonged to somebody else already- He just needed to remember who.
