#Chapter 59

[brian-in-finance]

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⚠️ This post is ridiculously long. It includes three passages from Bees that relate to Season 7’s surprising cliffhanger ending, and an explanation from Diana Gabaldon on what put that crazy idea in the scriptwriter/showrunner heads.

From “the book”

"This is all I have," she said, her voice hoarse as a young toad's. "Just this and her wock — locket."

"This?" Jamie stirred the little pile gently with a big forefinger and withdrew a small brass oval, dangling on a chain. "Is it a miniature of Jane, then, or maybe a lock of her hair?"

Fanny shook her head, taking the locket from him.

"No," she said. "It's a picture of our muv — mother." She slid a thumbnail into the side of the locket and flicked it open. I bent forward to look, but the miniature inside was hard to see, shadowed as it was by Jamie's body.

"May I?"

Fanny handed me the locket and I turned to hold it close to the candle. The woman inside had dark, softly curly hair like Fanny's — and I thought I could make out a resemblance to Jane in the nose and set of the chin, though it wasn't a particularly skillful rendering.

Behind me, I heard Jamie say, quite casually, "Frances, no man will ever take ye against your will, while I live."

There was a startled silence, and I turned round to see Fanny staring up at him. He touched her hand, very gently.

"D'ye believe me, Frances?" he said quietly.

"Yes," she whispered, after a long moment, and all the tension left her body in a sigh like the east wind.

Jemmy leaned against me, head pressing my elbow, and I realized that I was just standing there, my eyes full of tears. I blotted them hastily on my sleeve and pressed the locket closed. Or tried to; it slipped in my fingers and I saw that there was a name inscribed inside it, opposite the miniature.

Faith, it said.

…

Faith. Our mother, Fanny had said. I'd looked more than once at the miniature in the locket — but it was too small to show anything more than a young woman with dark hair, maybe naturally curly, maybe curled and dressed in the fashion of the times.

No. It can't be. I rolled over for the dozenth time, settling on my stomach and burying my face in the pillow, in hopes of losing myself in the scent of clean linen and goose down.

"It can't be what, Sassenach?" Jamie's voice spoke in my ear, sleepily resigned. “And if it can't, can it not wait 'til dawn?"

I rolled onto my side in a rustle of bedding, facing him.

"I'm sorry," I said, and touched him apologetically. His hand took mine automatically, warm and firm. "I didn't realize I'd said it out loud. I was... just thinking about Fanny's locket."

Faith.

"Ach," he said, and stretched himself a little, groaning. "Ye mean the name. Faith?"

"Well... yes. I mean — it can't possibly... have anything to do with—”

"It's no an uncommon name, Sassenach." His thumb rubbed gently over my knuckles. "Of course ye'd... feel it. I did, too."

"Did you?" I said softly. I cleared my throat a little. "I — I don't really do it anymore, but for a time, just—just every now and then — I'd think of her, of our Faith — out of nowhere. I'd imagine I could feel her near me."

"Imagine what she might look like — grown?" His voice was soft, too. "I did that, sometimes. In prison, mostly; too much time to think, in the nights. Alone."

I made a small sound and hitched closer, laying my head in the curve of his shoulder, and his arm came round me. We lay still, silent, listening to the night and the house around us. Full of our family— but with one small angel hovering in the calm sweet air, peaceful as rising smoke.

"The locket," I said at last. "It can't possibly have anything whatever to do with—”

"No, it can't," he said, a cautious note in his voice. "But what are ye thinking, Sassenach? Because ye're no thinking what ye just said, and I ken that fine."

That was true, and a spasm of guilt at being found out tightened my body.

"It can't be," I said, and swallowed. "It's only…” My words died away and his hand rubbed between my shoulder blades.

"Well, ye'd best tell me, Sassenach," he said. "Nay matter how foolish it is, neither one of us will sleep until ye do."

"Well... you know what Roger told me, about the doctor he met in the Highlands, and the blue light?"

"I do. What…"

"Roger asked me if I'd ever seen blue light like that — when I was healing people."

The hand on my back stilled.

"Have ye?" He sounded guarded, though I didn't know whether he was afraid of finding out something he didn't want to know, or just finding out that I was losing my mind.

"No," I said. "Or not — well, no. But... I have seen it. Felt it. Twice. Just a flash, when Malva's baby died." Died in my hands, covered with his mother's blood. “But when Faith was born, when I was so ill. I was dying — really dying, I felt it — and Master Raymond came."

"Ye told me that much," he said. "Is there more?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "But this is what I thought happened." And I told him, about seeing my bones glow blue through the flesh of my arms, the feeling of the light spreading through my body and the infection dying, leaving me limp, but whole and healing.

"So... um... I know this is nothing but pure fantasy, the sort of thing you think in the middle of the night when you can't sleep..."

He made a low noise, indicating that I should stop apologizing and get on with it. So I took a deep breath and did, whispering the words into his chest.

"Master Raymond was there. What if — if he found... Faith... and was able to... somehow bring her… back?"

Dead silence. I swallowed and went on.

"People… aren't always dead, even though it looks like it. Look at old Mrs. Wilson! Every doctor knows — or has heard — about people who've been declared dead and wake up later in the morgue."

"Or in a coffin." He sounded grim, and a shudder went over me. "Aye, I've heard stories like that. But — a wee babe and one born too soon — how…”

"I don't know how!" I burst out. "I said it's complete fantasy, it can't be true! But — but —" My throat thickened and my voice squeaked.

"But ye wish it were?" His hand cupped the back of my head and his voice was quiet again. "Aye. But... if it was, mo chridhe, why would he not have told ye? Ye saw him again, no? After he'd healed ye, I mean."

"Yes." I shuddered, momentarily feeling the King of France's Star Chamber close around me, the smell of the King's perfume, of dragon's blood and wine in the air — and two men before me, awaiting my sentence of death.

"Yes, I know. But — when the Comte died, Raymond was banished, and they took him away. He couldn't have told me then, and he might not have been able to come back before we left Paris."

It sounded insane, even to me. But I could — just — see it: Master Raymond, stealing out of L'Hôpital des Anges after leaving me, perhaps ducking aside to avoid notice, hiding in the place where the nuns had, perhaps, laid Faith on a shelf, wrapped in her swaddling clothes.

He would have known her, as he'd known me...

Everyone has a color about them, he said simply. All around them, like a cloud. Yours is blue, madonna. Like the Virgin's cloak. Like my own.

One of his. The thought came out of nowhere, and I stiffened.

"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ." What if — all right, I was insane, but too late for that to make a difference.

"What if he — if I, we — what if Master Raymond is — was — somehow related to me?"

Jamie said nothing, but I felt his hand move, under my hair. His middle finger folded down and the outer ones stood up straight, making the sign of the horns, against evil.

"And what if he's not?" he said dryly. He rolled me off him and turned toward me so we were face-to-face. The darkness was slowly fading and I could see his face, drawn with tiredness, touched with sorrow and tenderness, but still determined.

"Even if everything ye've made yourself think was somehow true — and it's not, Sassenach; ye ken it's not — but if it were somehow true, it wouldna make any difference. The woman in Frances's locket is dead now, and so is our Faith."

His words touched the raw place in my heart, and I nodded, tears welling.

"I know," I whispered.

"I know, too," he whispered, and held me while I wept.

— Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone, Chapter 24, Alarms By Night

"Ian — I wanted to ask you a favor." One eyebrow went up.

"Name it, Auntie."

"Well... Jamie said that you plan to stop in Philadelphia. I wondered.." I felt myself blushing, much to my annoyance. His other eyebrow rose.

"Whatever it is, Auntie, I'll do it," he said, one side of his mouth curling. "I promise."

"Well... I, um, want you to go to a brothel."

The eyebrows came down and he stared hard at me, obviously thinking he hadn't heard aright.

"A brothel," I repeated, somewhat louder. "In Elfreth's Alley."

He stood motionless for a moment, then turned and put the cheese back on the shelf, and glanced down at the clear brown water of the creek rushing past our feet.

"This might take a bit of time to explain, aye? Let's go out into the sun."

— Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone, Chapter 59, Special Requests

IAN CAME BACK from his visit to Elfreth's Alley in something of a brown study, oblivious to the shouts of dairymaids and beer sellers.

He'd thought he might have to expend considerable time and money in order to get the inhabitants of the brothel to talk, but the mere mention of Jane Pocock's name had opened floodgates of gossip, and he felt as one might after being washed overboard from a ship and carried ashore in a flurry of foam and sharp deb-ris.

Now he wished he had paid more attention to Fanny's drawing of her sister.

The loudly stated opinion of Mrs. Abbott, the madam, was that Jane Pocock had been strange, plainly very strange, demented and probably a practitioner of Strange Arts, and how it was that neither she nor any of her girls had been murdered in their beds, she did not know. Ian wondered why a young woman with such skills would have been working as a whore, but didn't say so, under the circumstances.

It took some time for the talk about the murder of Captain Harkness to die down, but Ian Murray did ken his way around a brothel, and when the flow diminished, he at once ordered two more extortionately priced bottles of champagne.

This altered the air of accommodation to something more focused but less vituperative, and within half an hour, Mrs. Abbott had retreated to her sanctum and the whores had reached their own silent accommodation amongst themselves. He found himself on the red velvet sofa common to such establishments, with Meg on one side and Trixabella on the other.

"Trix was friends with Arabella — Jane, I mean," Meg explained. Trix nodded, doleful.

"Wish I hadn't been," she said. "That girl hadn't any luck at all, and that kind of thing can brush off on you, you know. What are those things on your face?"

"Can it?" lan touched his cheekbone. “It's a Mohawk tattoo."

"Ooh," said Trix, with slightly more interest. "Was you captured by Indians?" She giggled at the thought.

"Nay, I went of my own accord," he said equably.

"Well, me too," Trix said, with an uptilted chin and a wave of the hand presumably meant to draw his attention to the relatively luxurious nature of her place of employment. "Not Arabella, though. Mrs. Abbott got her and her sister off a sea captain what didn't have the scratch to pay his bill. Those girls were indentures."

"Aye? And how long ago was that? Ye canna have been here more than a year or two yourself." In fact, she looked to have been in the trade for a decade, at least, but minor gallantries were part of the expected pourparlers, and she laughed and batted her eyes at him in a practiced manner.

"Reckon it would have been six — maybe seven — years ago. Time flies when you're havin' fun, or so they say."

"Tempus fugit." Ian filled her glass and clinked his against it, smiling. She dimpled professionally, drank, and went on.

"Mind, I wasn't but two years older than Jane..." Bat-bat. "Mrs. Abbott wouldn't've bothered with them, save they were pretty, both of 'em, and Jane was just about old enough to... um... start."

Ian was counting back; six years ago, Jane would have been about the age Fanny was now. Old enough...

After a few accounts of harrowing initial experiences in the trade, he managed to drag the conversation back to Jane and Fanny.

"Ye said a sea captain sold the girls to Mrs. Abbott. Do either of ye by chance recall his name?"

Meg shook her head.

“I wasn't here," she said. "Trix...?" She lifted a brow at her friend, who frowned a little and pressed her lips together.

"Has he come back here — since?" Ian asked, watching her closely. She looked startled.

"I — well... yes. I only saw him twice, mind, and it's been a long while, so I maybe don't recall his name for sure."

Ian sighed, gave her a direct look, and handed her a golden guinea.

"Vaskwez"" she said without hesitation. "Sebastian Vaskwez."

"Vas — was he a Spaniard?" lan asked, his mind having smoothly transmuted her rendering to "Sebastiàn Vasquez."

"I don't know," Trix said frankly. "I've never had a Spaniard — knowin'-like, I mean-wouldn't know what they sound like."

"They all sound the same in bed," Meg said, giving Ian an eye. Trix gave her friend a withering look.

"He sounded foreign-like, no doubt about that. And no talking through his nose or that gwaw-gwaw sort of thing Frenchies do. I've had three Frenchmen," she explained to Ian, with a small showing of pride. "Was a few of'em in Philadelphia while the British army was here."

"When was the last time Vasquez came here?" he asked.

"Two... no, maybe close to three years ago."

"Did he go with Jane then?" Ian asked.

"No," Trix said unexpectedly. "He went with me." She made a face. "He stank of gunpowder — like an artilleryman. He wasn't one, though; they've all got it ground into their skin and their hands are black with it, but he was clean, though he smelled like a fired pistol."

A thought occurred to Ian — though thinking was becoming difficult. He wasn't bothered by the fact that his body was taking strong notice of the girls, but arousal seldom did much for the mental faculties.

"Could ye tell if he was still a sea captain?" he asked. Both girls looked blank.

"I mean — did he mention his ship, or maybe say he was taking on crew, anything like that? Did he smell of the sea, or — or —fish?"

That made them both laugh.

"No, just gunpowder," Trix said, recovering.

"Mother Abbott called him 'Captain, though," Trix added. "And 'twas clear enough he weren't a soldier."

A few more questions emptied both bottles, and it was clear that the girls had told him all they knew, little as it was. At least he had a name. There were sounds in the house, opening doors, heavy footsteps, men's voices and women's greetings; it was just past teatime and the cullies were beginning to come in.

He rose, arranged himself without shame, and bowed to them, thanking them for their kind assistance.

— Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone, Chapter 80, A Word For That

From “the author”

“They actually did get the (general) idea from me, though,” she admits. “When chatting with [showrunner] Matt [Roberts] about All Things plot wise, I mentioned that if I had written a second graphic novel (I didn't, for assorted reasons), I would have shown what actually happened after Faith's presumed death at the Hopital des Anges, and how/why Master Raymond resuscitated and nurtured the baby secretly, but wasn't able to come back with her before Claire and Jamie left France. So, they liked that idea and ran with it.” — Diana Gabaldon, Parade

Remember… Claire is only one of more than a dozen time-travellers in the story… Brianna was conceived in 1746 and born in 1948… Family Beardsley is a threesome… it’s Outlander, anything can happen.

@marian4456 @saint-hildegard-of-bingen @kiaora45 @dlansing53 @young2evans @gotraveltheworldluv @krisrose16 @frenchyses @bcacstuff @pinkblizzardgladiator @thetruthwilloutsworld @its-moopoint @stellarpuffin @outlanderfandomfollies @loveisloveislove76 @castlemaine123 @dragonflydreams47

[manga-meow]

[every-ciel-phantomhive]

[every-black-butler-food]

[spyxfamilysmol]

[dinodivider]

Wit is visiting Kaladin in prison and plucking an instrument and said “perfect pitch makes this so much easier than it once was”. Wit, my boy, are you holding Breaths? Have you visited Nalthis recently? Are you currently an Awakener? I’m watching you

[shigarakicolorpanels]

Chapter 59: Listen Up!! A Tale from the Past

[rolypoly-pillbug]

[meimi-haneoka]

Holic Rei chapter 59 - Considerations

So, now that the Holic Rei chapter's been out for some hours, let's see some of the things that caught my attention.

Naturally I'll start with Momo's new name, "Princess Seoritsu" (I'm taking for granted that Princess Seoritsu is Momo's new name, not the Book's, since it refers to a goddess).

It comes from Japanese mythology and she's a goddess of purification, residing in rivers to wash away all sins into the sea.

She's always depicted together with a dragon, but her origin is kind of shrouded in mystery since she's not officially mentioned in the Kojiki nor the Nihon Shoki, the foundational texts of Japanese history, but only in Oharae no Kotoba, a purification chant.

Of course I can't help but look at 2 elements connected to this deity: the water and the dragon, which are incidentally the same elements of the amber egg that Doumeki brought to Watanuki—a little dragon immersed in water. Could this be the reason why Doumeki chose that name for Momo? He's very well acquainted with Japanese folklore and mythology, after all.

Something else, looking at Momo's outfit, is that it changed based on this new situation, but of course the color scheme will always be black/white: those are Momo's signature colors, so much that she thought Wata was dressing in black and white because he knew she would come. Wata says that he literally put on whatever he saw first that morning since he didn't see her coming in his dreams, but it's apparent CLAMP are hinting at his 6th sense powers here. NOTHING is by chance, especially in Holic. He thinks it was casual, but it's not.

And black and white are such thematic colors for Momo because they represent her balance, her impartiality.

As said by Momo herself in Clear Card, "I cannot bend towards 'black' or 'white', I must always stay impartial".

Hence why they're both in her color scheme.

Also, the clock hands on the Book of Time. It is apparent by now it wasn't a drawing mistake but it was totally intentional, since they keep being missing for the whole chapter. I wonder why?? Do they appear only when a contract is made? To be sure, I checked ch. 43 of Clear Card where Kaito tells us a bit of Momo's backstory, and even before Kaito is shown approaching Momo, the clock hands are still there on the book. So even without a contract, the hands were out.

The mystery deepens and we'll hopefully find out along the way.

[every-viscount-druitt]

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Chapter 57-60 (so much is happening I’m just making a bullet point list of me screaming about things as I read) ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Onyx Storm SPOILERS

CHAPTER 57

There’s something about the fact that Xaden doesn't sit in the Throne of Tyrrendor during the “meeting of chaos & war strategy debates” in Chapter 57... like; he's not sitting, not resting or just watching, he isn’t doing it like a King who’s never seen war first hand choosing from a towers safety; he’s doing it like a soldier, as someone who will be on the front lines beside them, and thus discusses it with them as such (on all levels; giving space for the lowest voices to be heard, for equal among the rebels, even against other leadership in higher stations). And in that holding his command among them with such powerful ease to the claim simply because of how he holds himself; he doesn’t need a throne or symbol or higher seat to be the leader he is… so idk… gonna go fan myself now.

Brennan saying OUR sister

How dare Theophanie even suggest Jack as his brother… and remind me of Liam again like that cause ow😭💔

Sloane going after Dain and him just taking the punches yet her listening… I’m watching them🫢

Melgren wouldn’t see the rebellion though👀👀

Xaden does have a point; her in danger is him in danger.

Not the “worse than dying” trope. NO!

Okay, this planning accepting ahead of time is actually pretty smart😂 yes Violet will of course save Mira, obviously Xaden is going after her, let’s just get that out of the way; even Brennan says it for himself going for Mira too.

CHAPTER 58

But Violet is both cadet and scribe…

The way Tairn assures her of her choice because he followed, he knows🥲

Aaric is there again… maybe cause he saw what Melgren didn’t? Hmm… I’m watching you Rebecca

Too soon to rub in the Andarna thing! “The Irid we lost”😭 she’s NOT lost she’s just gone for a bit AND COMING BACK

I mean… she didn’t say what brother lol ;-)

Lmao I misread the “runed” armoire as RUINED and thought it was from the first book spice🤣

NO, NOT ANOTHER complicated wording again! WAIT FUCK NO LIAR NONONO

MIRA NONONONONONONOOOO (I swear my eyes bugged out😱 and heart fell🖤 on that final line😭 of Chapter 58) NOT MIRA! NO. FUCKING. WAY. MALIK YOU CANT HAVE HER!!! NOT MIRA!!! YOU WILL NOT DIE TODAY!

CHAPTER 59

Please tell me this is a bad dream😅… a really bad dream walking moment?😭

Well, at least even the Venin also want Jack dead… guess we all agree on that!🙄

Hehe I’m sobbing🫥☠️

Xaden protecting them while Brennan and Violet try to save Mira and it’s killing me because is he fighting for them to have time knowing they’ll find a way or is this him giving them the last seconds they have together😭 and Tairns voice to her giving her descriptions so she doesn’t turn taking care of everything so she’s safe there for a second😭(and she knows it)😭

SLOANE BABE DON’T YOU DARE DIE — REBECCA WHY DID YOU GIVE ME A LIAM APOLOGY RIGHT NOW CUZ I’M ALREADY DYING HERE

NO! DAMMIT! NOT A REPEAT OF BRENNAN DRAINING HIMSELF TO DEATH!😭 WE ARE NOT LOSING ANY SORRENGAILS TODAY (let alone two) I FORBID IT!!!

How much are we trusting Aetos these days? lmao but damn what did he see😅😭👀🫥

No… Brennan saying sorry to VIOLET because he knows this will kill her… no nonono

Sloane’s full circle of saving a Sorrengail🥺😭🥹

Dain you just got points for letting her hate you, so long as Mira lives

NO MORE SECRETS (for real this time)?!

“God don’t I know it” — okay Dain and Sloane I see you… idk how I feel here but age; wait is Sloane only a year younger than Vi? I guess that’s the same as Xaden and Violet then… okay maybe? The fact he took her punches, is that the mark earlier?🥺😭🥹

Umm… so Sloane said Dain has more power than he should; does that mean something bad? Venin? Or like she doesn’t trust him to have power and it’s a political statement?

You are NOT a weapon😭

Brennan you are a miracle worker *breaths finally*

Me screaming at Rebecca for scaring me like that again over MIRA of all people (after the Ridoc incident I CANNOT ANYMORE… but also scare me and bring them back don’t leave them gone I can’t do it after Liam and every mention of that hurts enough so also stop hurting them)

OMG WAIT… the marks are gone after Sloane… the marks that sounded almost like Venin? Can Sloane heal Venin?? — What marks were on Dain and Brennan; did they all mark runes or something? Why does Dain grab his good wrist?

lol😂🫶I love Sloane🖕👍

I wish we had more Sloane and Liam… well… anything🥹

War zone mail… really?

Hehe Dain there’s a lot of explanations we all need😅

DO. NOT. TURN.

“ONLY EVER YOU”

WHAT PROMISE??

Sgaeyl and Violets nod of “protect them” agreement 🤝

“The Duke of Angst” 🤣🤣🤣

Yeah… another problem adds up😅😅😬 these final 10 chapters are CRAZZZYYYY

CHAPTER 60

Yeah the stubbornness always proves true…

The way Tairn almost broke dragon law for Violet because he wouldn’t leave her🥺

A rider a weapon — second year indeed

“Magic requires balance”

… who’s faster?? — ya know what I don’t wanna know

Fuck they regenerate?🤦‍♀️ Great.💀

“The same as shadows” — fuck. … command needs to not notice that please

lol Violet using the tree thrown at her to her advantage as a cover👏

… what is she supposed “accept”?

WHO IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?!?

OMG. YES. BODHI 👏counter it👏

Her mother was the balance to THEOPHANIE… this is so much worse fighting essentially… her mother

Wait wait wait… what balance does Violet break?

LILITH FOUGHT THEOPHANIE BEFORE?!?

“Dunne” — that one now… intrigue.

It isn’t her… but it’s Rhi!!! —

— POV SHIFT — let’s go TEAMWORK TIME!!! (I love our girl so much🥹) THE BEST OF US — now no dying OKAY?!

CHAPTER 61; here I come with the energy of I ain’t gettin no sleep cause of you talk ain’t gettin no sleep cause of me; THEOPHANIE

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[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Fifty-nine: Love

Chapter Fifty-nine: Love

[A/N: Rip, sorry for the cliffhanger there. As promised, this story is not abandoned and it will be finished…eventually.

It’s only a matter of when, so my deepest apologies. It’s hard out here being an adult, plus my previous laptop sucked and made it super hard to write. Honestly, I had a lot of personal issues going on with my family, and that coupled with work, put me in a sort of rut. However, I’m back, trying my best, and this story is my first priority to finish. I do have plans for other stories in the future, including original ones, so stay tuned for that as well! The first part of this chapter is mostly a flashback from Keiko’s POV, a continuation of the previous chapter, so the flashback part is in italics. I hope that’s clear with the formatting, lol. 

Another reminder that I do not have a beta and I do my best to edit myself, but there will be things that I miss (plus I am rusty). This is purely for fun. Thank you if you are still here reading this, I hope that you enjoy it. Please leave a comment and let me know it’s not just me rambling over here by myself, lmao.Thanks y’all for reading, again, I genuinely appreciate it!

-Stephanie]

Keiko’s POV:

The moonlight peaked through the curtain in the window, shining brightly as it lit up the darkened bedroom. Despite the lateness of the hour, Keiko was awake and alert, sitting upright on her bed. It seemed as though sleepless nights were becoming her new normal, more so than before. The thoughts that raced through her head made it hard for her to sleep, no matter how exhausted she was. Her hand mindlessly raked through her disheveled hair as she thought back to the other night with L. That scene kept replaying in her head, over and over again. Although she was alone, she could still feel her cheeks flaming at the thought of his sudden raw confession. 

Embarrassment was something she was unfortunately rather familiar with, something she seemed she couldn’t run away from. Her own awkwardness aside, she honestly wasn’t sure who had been more flustered at the time. It appeared even the world’s greatest detective wasn’t immune to having messy, confusing emotions. 

That’s what flustered Keiko the most; seeing L, who was usually so stone-faced, be vulnerable with her. It was rather jarring. It was rare to see him be open, to admit to his emotions, or rather, admit to even having emotions. Despite this, Keiko believed every word he had said. She suspected that last night was probably the most open he had been in years, or perhaps his entire life. He had been so open, so vulnerable, and dare she say, nervous. 

Keiko had to admit, she was never sure how to deal with L, he had always been a mystery of sorts. It had to be a talent of his, confusing people and making them feel as though he could read their every thought. This was a talent that Keiko did not share. Even with his sudden confession, she still had no idea what he was thinking. It was both a blessing and a curse, something that flip flopped every few minutes. 

Right now, it was a curse, and Keiko was frustrating herself with trying to understand the world’s greatest detective. She found herself once again running through their conversation. It was fresh in her mind from her constant repetition, as if it were evidence of something, as if it would give her any sort of clue. 

“It’s not an ideal time, but, I suppose to be entirely transparent, I have strong feelings for you, Keiko Kagami…in fact, I think it’s safe to say, I’m in love with you…I have been for a while now.”

The world’s greatest detective is…he’s in love with me…?!!

To say Keiko was absolutely stunned would be an understatement. She had been hoping for weeks, months even, that L had felt the same way, that he had also been falling for her, and yet…she found herself at a total loss for words when it had actually happened. 

This was it, the moment she had been waiting for, but still…she realized with embarrassment that she had never prepared for how to react. She was not sure how to react, what to say or what to do. Keiko wasn’t sure what L was looking for, or why exactly he chose now to let those words free. Her heart thumped away in her chest, so loud to her own ears that she was certain that L could hear it, too. The warmth of his hand, which was lightly squeezing her own, brought her back to her current reality. 

As surprising as it seemed, he looked uncertain. There was an earnest, almost anxious expression on his face. For once, it was as though their roles had been reversed. He was the nervous one, or rather, he was also nervous. That was for sure. There he was, his dark eyes staring into her own, as he waited for a response. A word, a subtle movement. Anything. 

Keiko looked him over, unable to hide the shock from her face, eh?! Is he…is he serious…?

His eyes, soft and vulnerable, never left her own. She searched his face for more answers, but found none, only more questions. Her fingers pressed against his own, confirming that he was in fact real; she was really experiencing this, it was not a dream or an illusion. The sudden hand movement got his attention rapt, and she remembered that she still had a voice. Sort of. 

“I-I…” Keiko trailed off. She wasn’t sure where to begin. Or how to even start processing what L had just confessed. “I, um…you…you…really…?”

Wow, Keiko kicked herself, you have a way with words…but is he…?! In love?! With me…?! You mean to tell me…this is real…? Not one of my dumb dreams? 

“I’m sorry.” The great detective’s voice broke through the sudden silence. His gaze was still soft, his voice almost as quiet as hers had been. It seemed he was also at a loss for words, unable to properly respond or react. Keiko supposed this made sense, he was probably just as surprised as she was at himself. Given his behavior and his body language, she could tell that he seemed genuine. There was no snark, no sneaky sarcasm, no monotone. For once, he only seemed to be full of pure, raw emotion. 

It was odd, almost surreal, but Keiko had already established that this wasn’t a dream. For better or for worse, this was real life. This was her life. This was his life on the line. 

Keiko’s heart did a somersault, right…his life is still…very much in danger. 

“I know, Keiko. I know I’m being rather selfish right now…especially given the current circumstances,” L continued, and Keiko realized he had once again read her thoughts. “I’m not being very fair, my life is on the line, and you’ve been trying really hard…pretending really hard, to protect me. I have no right to confess to you like this…therefore, I apologize. Please pretend I didn’t say anything, if you’d like…”

Pretend?! He wants to pretend this never happened?! How? How can I go back to how I was a few minutes ago, it’s impossible. He must know that…right? He must know how crazy that sounds to me, there’s no way he means that, right?!

“L…” Keiko trailed off, unable to figure out the right words to say. She could still feel his fingers holding her own, and she was once again reminded of their close proximity to each other. A surge of electricity coursed through her veins at his touch, and she felt momentarily bold. Bold enough to speak her mind for a second, “I could never pretend…”

She paused, the moment over almost as soon as it began as she found herself speechless again. Staring into his dark eyes and thinking were two things that did not go hand in hand. Although she could not fully express herself in words, she found herself thinking that she could express herself in other ways. Ways that she should not be thinking about, not when she was technically still dating Light Yagami, pretend or not. Despite herself, she glanced over at the detective’s lips, which were entirely within kissing reach. All she wanted to do was lean over and bridge the already increasingly small gap between their bodies. 

Oh no no no no. This is dangerous, Keiko Kagami. Too dangerous. It’s too hard to think clearly like this. Not when he looks so open, so vulnerable, and so kissable like that. You have to be strong, for him. Not kissing him is protecting him, remember? You’re with Light for a reason, as he said…but still…

Keiko needed a moment, or rather, several moments to collect herself. Something she simply could not do while staring into his inviting eyes or his enticing lips. It was taking all of her energy to not give in.

I can’t stay here with him…not like this…not when he’s so close. Not when he’s just confessed to me like that…I’d be too tempted…scratch that, I’m already too tempted…

She figured she should start by removing his hand from hers. Then she would slowly make her escape. However, this proved to be a rather hard feat when he squeezed even tighter onto her own hand. 

“I know we shouldn’t, but…I don’t want you to go…” the detective’s voice was even softer than before, Keiko had to strain to hear it. 

Had he even meant for her to hear? Was he even aware of what he was saying? This was unlike him, and she had a feeling he was holding back just as hard as she was. That thought alone made her heart pound, and she felt torn once more.

“I’m sorry…” Keiko replied, “I…” 

I wasn’t expecting this…? I don’t know what to say anymore…I don’t know how to act or what to do. I don’t know whether to pull away or to give in. But I do know one thing: I love him, too. I’m in love with the world’s greatest detective. Despite the danger, despite Kira, should I tell him that? Doesn’t he already know how I feel? I suppose he does, but it’s one thing to think it and another entirely to hear it, if this conversation is any indication. Should I tell him clearly, like he just told me? 

She let out a soft sigh, nonono. The danger, it’s far too dangerous. You don’t know what it could lead to…well…maybe you do know what it would lead to, but…you really can’t afford to be confessing to the world’s greatest detective right now, let alone thinking about him loving you and what that could potentially lead to. Not when he’s in grave danger. After all, you were going to leave, weren’t you? If the roles are reversed, you should be the strong one this time around, for him…For L. 

“I can’t sta-I mean, er…I shouldn’t stay, even if I wan-if I want- I mean…we shouldn’t…I should go, right?” Her voice was slightly squeaky. If he somehow didn’t know she was nervous before, he definitely knew now. Keiko mentally kicked herself at her words. 

Smooth move, Keiko. Way to go-oh god, he won’t think I’m rejecting him by what I just said, will he? I mean, I guess, technically I am, but I’m not…well, I don’t want to, but…but the situation…and Light-well Kira…I don’t even know anymore…even if I don’t say it, he must know I’m struggling to hold back, right? He surely knows I don’t want to do this, he must…I hope. He must know why I’m doing this…he said it himself a few minutes ago, when he told me to pretend…I hope he knows, at least. Either way, I have to stay firm in my resolve, I can’t let temptation get to me. Not when we’re this close to the end…

The detective, seemingly brought back to reality, let out a little cough as he let go of Keiko’s hand. A move that Keiko was all too familiar with, one that she pulled rather often herself. It was odd to see coming from him, especially when he was usually so sure of himself and his actions. When he usually never second guessed himself or his beliefs. His cool, confident demeanor had momentarily slipped away. 

No way…there’s no way. Is he feeling…awkward?

She wondered once more what he was thinking. Again, she hoped that he didn’t take things the wrong way. She hoped that he could read in between the lines, to read that she wanted nothing more than to stay with him. To be with him. To have what she couldn’t have, especially now when time was not on their side.  

Stay strong, you have to stay strong, Keiko Kagami.

“You’re right,” L’s voice rang out. It was louder now, and it had lost its initial softness, but was still gentle. His eyes gazed into hers as he drew a quick breath, “I don’t know what came over me…”

He’s really…vulnerable right now…he’s not used to letting himself feel, is he? I must be right, this must really be a rare occurrence for him. In fact, I know it’s a rare occurrence…him truly letting his guard down around me…it shows how genuine he’s being right now, how much he truly cares about me…

Keiko felt heartbroken, almost guilty, at her dismissive response. Her heart, which had been soaring mere moments ago, felt as though it had taken a deep plunge. Despite trying to do what she thought was right, what if she had been wrong? Should she have approached the situation in a different way? Without giving in to him, what else could she do? 

Nono, Keiko, it’s all right. As long as he’s alive and well, it’s all right, Keiko tried to reason with herself, it’ll all be okay in the end, anyway. You’re doing this for his benefit, you’re doing this to try and stop Light…

Even so, she felt almost empty. Seeing him raw and emotional like this hurt her. All she wanted to do was lean over and physically show him how much she cared for him. To kiss him, to embrace him, to show him that he wasn’t alone in his feelings. It hurt, logically knowing that doing that would potentially hurt him, which was the last thing she wanted to do. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right. Light Yagami shouldn’t have this much power over her, but Kira was evil. Kira would stop at nothing to see L perish. The thought made Keiko shiver and she had to keep her eyes from watering. She wasn’t sure how she felt, she was so conflicted, and seeing L like this was gnawing at her heart. Keiko averted her eyes, feeling flustered, but this time for different reasons than usual. 

“It’s not your fault, Keiko…” the great detective spoke, as if seeming to realize what Keiko had been thinking. A truly uncanny ability of his once again. However, Keiko was thankful, not embarrassed, at his skills. She swallowed, listening intently as he carried on, seeming more like himself. “I apologize, Keiko Kagami. I shouldn’t have told you that, at least not right now…like I said, it isn’t fair…”

At his words, Keiko felt herself freeze once more, what does he mean by that? ‘At least not right now’? Whatever does he mean? He doesn’t regret telling me, does he? I don’t want him to regret it, not at all, but still…ugh, there’s truly not enough time to process this right now…not enough time to process anything at the moment…

Before she could wonder anymore, L continued on, “you don’t have to give me a response. I understand well enough why, I know you care about me, so please don’t worry…and you’re right, you should go…”

Keiko wasn’t sure whether she should feel upset or relieved at his words. On one hand, he was comforting her. On the other, he was telling her to go. In context, they made sense. Logically, they made sense. They both knew that it was the right thing to do. But her heart…her heart was another matter entirely…even though she knew they couldn’t be together, hearing him tell her to go was not quite how she would’ve wanted his confession to go. 

Before she could process anything else, he pulled his hand away from hers. She immediately missed his warmth, but she knew better than to grab onto him, to hold him despite how much she wanted to. Despite how much she craved it. She let out a breath, trying to collect herself. 

I just…he has to know how I feel, right? She met his eyes once more, and she had the feeling that he had not once looked away from her. 

“L…I’m sorry…I wish…” Keiko trailed off, feeling less bold than she had before. She couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence. Her heart, which had gone through several ups and downs in the last few minutes, was still pumping strong. She wondered if he could still hear it, if he could hear her, what she wished she could say. 

“You wish things could be different?” the raven haired detective finished for her, a knowing look in his eyes, and the ghost of a smile on his lips. It was almost as though he was back to his old self. It was almost as though this conversation had never even happened. Like he was teasing her as per usual. Almost. It was enough to give Keiko some much needed relief. The guilt within her eased some, and she could let her guard down a little. 

Keiko nodded, “yes.”

More than anything in the whole wide world, yes…I love you, L. I love you, too. If only I could tell you, if only I could show you…but for now, this has to do…

For a moment, Keiko felt her lips slowly curve up into a small. It was both from nerves and from happiness. Despite the awkwardness and bad timing of the current situation, she felt as though she learned quite a lot about the great, raven haired detective. It was bittersweet, the one time he could be honest with her was the time she had to hold herself back. It really was truly unfair, but at least she knew just how he felt about her. No beating around the bush, no more wondering late at night when she should’ve been trying to get some much needed sleep. It was one curiosity she could finally put to rest. It was as good of a confirmation as any. 

So, he’s actually human too. Confirmed, this time…I think. And he’s in love with…me?! I can’t believe it…as confusing as the situation is, as hard as the situation is, it’s still…it’s still enough to warm my heart, to keep me going. Assuming we are able to stop Light at all and let real justice prevail…perhaps…perhaps L and I can revisit this conversation…but for now, I really should get going…before anything else happens between us. 

True to her word, Keiko took a painfully slow step towards the door, towards the hallway. It was difficult to find the motivation to peel herself away from him, especially after his confession, but she knew nothing more could happen between them. As they both had acknowledged several times, it was simply too dangerous.

After what felt like forever, Keiko made it to the door, and was about to open it when she could hear L’s voice calling behind her. It was soft again, something that seemed to be both to her and to himself. Something that nearly made Keiko stop in her tracks. Even though Keiko didn’t stop, she felt like her heart was about to stop. His words tonight were more than enough to make her give in and crumble, but she knew she had to stay strong. 

Even when it was the last thing she wanted to do. His words this time were somehow even more intimate than his previous confession of love.

“I wish things were different, too.”

Keiko bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, bringing her back to the present moment once more. Her hand, which had been still raking through her hair, covered her mouth as she winced in pain. Even so, the physical pain seemed like almost nothing compared to the emotional turmoil she was currently facing. Despite mulling over the situation countless times in her mind, she couldn’t decipher what exactly she was thinking or feeling. Or rather, she felt as though she was thinking and feeling too much at one time. There was too much on her mind, too many emotions swirling around inside her. 

It was truly bittersweet, a mixed bag. On one hand, L’s confession had her heart soaring higher than the clouds. It felt so surreal, knowing that the world’s greatest detective loved her, that he was in love with her. It felt almost too good to be true. Keiko no longer had to wonder just what the ever-so-mysterious raven haired man thought about her. 

On the other hand, she had a feeling that this newfound knowledge would make it that much harder for her to pretend. To pretend that everything was normal, well as normal as it could be. To pretend that everything was okay, or as okay as things could be. Even more so, to pretend that she was in love with Light Yagami. Pretend that she was in love with Kira, a monster. Keiko wasn’t sure that she could do it.

But I have to…especially now…

It was a blessing, but also a curse. The world’s greatest detective, the man who could seemingly solve any and every case in the world. He had feelings for her? 

What makes me so special?

It was still so fresh, so random, she would’ve pinched herself to check if it was all a dream had she not just almost bit her lip super hard. It was almost as though her ears had been deceiving her. Had L really said such a thing the other night, or was she just simply hearing what she had wanted to hear? 

Keiko was also starting to wonder things that perhaps she shouldn’t. However, she couldn’t stop herself. Not now. Not when so much had already happened between them. With his confession, she realized that a whole new can of worms had been opened. There were somehow even more questions than answers. 

When? When did he start to feel this way? For how long…? I know he said ‘a while’ but a while is subjective, isn’t it? What exactly is ‘a while’ to a great detective? I wonder, I wonder so much it’s driving me crazy. Just how long has he felt this way, how long has he liked me for exactly…? When did his interest in me turn into love…could it have been around that one night…since then…?

Keiko thought back to the time L and her had suddenly kissed, and felt her face flaming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. It had been a while back, but she still could feel his lips on her own like it was yesterday. 

No no…that couldn’t have been it…right? That so-called ‘mistake’ he had said. That was so long ago…but if not, then when? Keiko thought back, trying to remember all of their interactions, there’s been a lot of times…too many times…that I wondered, just wondered, if he liked me…I felt like I was going insane from frustration, but what if…? Has he truly had feelings for me this whole time?

Keiko sighed, deciding to finally lie down once more on her bed after a yawn had escaped her tired lips. It was far, far too late. There were many thoughts circling around in that head of hers, but she finally felt like perhaps sleep was catching up to her. 

However, she thought as she snuggled into her blankets, if L and I both survive this…then what does this mean…what does this mean for the both of us…? What’ll happen between us once this investigation is over…? Will anything happen…?

L’s POV:

The great raven haired detective sat at his computer chair. Despite the files he had been mindlessly scrolling through, his mind was elsewhere. Or rather, it was on someone else. A certain someone else. A certain Keiko Kagami, the young woman he was in love with. The young woman whom he had just spur-of-the-moment professed his love to the other night.  It was more than enough to send even L, who had always been calm, cool, and collected into a spiral. His normal composure on this particular night had gone out the window. 

L considered himself to be rather intelligent. After all, his entire career was based on being known as the world’s greatest detective, as well as the second and the third, if you included his aliases. This was something he had prided himself on, he knew the what, when, where, why, how, and who of a situation. If he didn’t, he would do everything in his power to find out. It was numbers, it was calculations and deductions. It was facts, having a clear correct answer. Something you could count on to be right, to be factual. He enjoyed a good mystery here and there, something to solve, to keep his mind busy. His job, all things considered, was usually rather easy, the Kira investigation aside.

However, when it came to emotions, L knew he was rather lacking. Emotions, his own feelings, were not facts, they were not something he could research. There was no right answer, there was no wrong answer. Nothing was clear cut. He preferred not to have any emotions in the past, they were messy and not worth the trouble. How he felt, his emotions, were simply something he did not usually try to think about, let alone dwell on for hours or days at a time. 

There were not many moments in L’s life that he felt lost, that he was confused, that he didn’t have a clear cut, right or wrong answer. This was all new to him, his feelings for Keiko Kagami. His love for her, him being in love with anyone at all, was all entirely new territory. It was different, it was almost nerve wracking, it was enough to keep his mind occupied, it was enough to drive him crazy.

He thought back to the other night, “It’s not an ideal time, but, I suppose to be entirely transparent, I have strong feelings for you, Keiko Kagami…in fact, I think it’s safe to say, I’m in love with you…I have been for a while now.”

L’s confession was more than enough to earn him a lifetime of embarrassment, an emotion he was also not too familiar with. Even though Keiko had long since gone to bed, he could still feel the effects of her being around him. Thinking about her alone was enough to make him feel dizzy, but in a good way. There was electricity coursing through him, he could feel his heart pounding, his blood pumping through his body. 

Is this how Keiko normally feels…? I genuinely don’t know how she does it, it still feels like a constant heart attack, being around her…this crush, this love that I feel for her…it’s something, alright. 

The detective knew he should’ve been working on the investigation. After all, his life was still on the line, but he found he couldn’t focus. It wasn’t like there was a lot of new information at the moment to dive through anyway. He was still waiting on new reports from Aiber and Wedy, he had requested more information on the two prosecutors. One of those two men had to be Light’s knew Second Kira, his new killing machine. L had a strong feeling about that, given Light’s beliefs and intelligence. That and his strong sense of justice, his rather twisted strong sense of justice; L supposed a prosecutor would have to feel similar to how Light felt. It was the most likely scenario given the suspect list. Given this, L had decided to focus on those two men, Teru Mikami and Satoru Ishihara. 

L shuffled around in his chair, positioning himself so that he was sitting upright. He had attempted to look through the suspect files in front of him once more to no avail. It was no use. He was still unable to focus. Keiko had stolen most of, if not all, of his attention. He thought back to their previous conversation once more, his sudden outburst. The detective thought about her reaction, how dismissive she was. It pulled on him, tugged on his heart. He knew she had been unable to respond how she wanted. She was limited by circumstances, she was limited by him. By wanting to protect him. It hurt. It hurt him, and he knew it was probably hurting Keiko even more. 

Keiko…confessing to her…I know it was selfish of me…it was more than selfish of me, it was out of line, it was probably more than she could handle, I know that. I know all of that, but…I simply couldn’t stop myself…

The raven haired detective let out a sigh, I’ve been holding back these feelings for so long, days, weeks…perhaps even months…refusing to let myself feel for so long…and now that Watari’s opened my eyes, he’s told me it’s okay to feel…to recognize how I feel…because of that, I couldn’t hold back. I could no longer hold back my feelings for her…I’ve created this mess myself. I’m sorry, Keiko. It turns out intelligence doesn’t mean that you’re smart when it comes to feelings…I’ve learned my own little lesson. Emotions are as illogical as can be, emotions are not like facts. The two rarely, if ever, coexist.

At this thought, the detective let out a small chuckle, no wonder…I mean, I knew feelings clouded your judgement, I see it all the time. I saw it with Keiko and Light for so long, and yet, even I’m not immune. Experiencing this firsthand, it makes me wonder…was I too harsh on her before? I know it’s silly, but this feeling…this loss of control…this anxiety…this hold she has on me…I can’t seem to shake it. Scratch that, I don’t want to shake it. I want Keiko, I want Keiko to be happy. If at all possible, I want Keiko to be happy with me…as selfish as it is. A selfish wish, one the old me would never even consider…

“Ryuzaki-san,” the sudden voice caused L’s head to snap up. He was face to face with the older gentleman, who somehow had a look of both concern and amusement written all over him. Watari had somehow once again snuck up on him, something that used to be quite the feat but was now happening rather frequently. The detective gave a nod of acknowledgement at his sudden companion. 

“Watari-san.”

“You told her how you felt?” his question, which wasn’t really a question, hung in the air between them. L could see the knowing look in his face, the gentle but stern gaze making him feel almost like a small child once again. He found it hard to speak, to admit out loud to him, even if it was Watari he was conversing with. Someone he had known almost all his life. Someone he felt like he could trust. 

“There’s no use dwelling, young master. There is no changing the past. You can only move forward. You know that, right? Especially given the nature of your job, the nature of the investigation.” 

At his words, L gave a slight nod. It was only natural advice. After all, Watari was correct. Life had to carry on. Life would carry on. It had to carry on, especially for him, for the investigation. However, it was Keiko that he was still worried about. His confession, his sudden and ever so selfish confession. He knew she was limited, and yet, he had failed to stop himself. Even more so, L hadn’t wanted to stop himself. 

She has everything to lose, while I have nothing…I know this, how could I have done this to her…? 

“She’s a strong woman, you know,” Watari continued on, a knowing look in his eyes. It was as though L’s mind was being read for once, not the other way around. It was almost enough to make him feel naked. “Give her more credit, she’s made it this far. And now, at least she knows how you feel; she doesn’t have to wonder.”

“But is it worth it?” L questioned before he could stop himself. “Is her knowing how I feel worth it?”

Watari seemed amused, “that’s not the right question, Ryuzaki-san. The question is, do you regret it? Do you regret telling her? Somehow…despite the way things are right now, I don’t think you do.”

At this, the detective paused for a moment. Even with all his thinking over the last few hours, this was something he had not yet considered. 

I feel for her, I feel sorry for her, but overall, do I regret it…? Do I regret finally opening up to Keiko properly? Do I regret letting myself feel for her? Despite everything, despite all the hardships…I wonder…can I truly bring myself to regret it? 

“I told you to live without regrets before…what I said still stands. Live your life without regrets, young master. With this investigation, anything could happen, lots of lives are on the line. If something were to happen, you want to know that you had done all you could until the very end…that being said, I’m sure your confession may have given Kagami-san some peace of mind. No doubt it’s been on her mind for a long time…perhaps it’s better you told her, even if it did take you a while…”

Despite the fact L thought he was being insulted a little there at the end, he found some comfort in the elder gentleman’s words, perhaps…perhaps he’s right. For better or for worse, Keiko now knows how I feel. No more mixed messages, no more accidentally, or purposefully, toying with her…it’s now out in the open, no more secrets. Not with her, not with Keiko. I love her, I’m in love with her, and no matter what, I can’t bring myself to regret confessing to her, Watari is right, it is dangerous, but there’s no changing the past…whatever happens, I’ll try my best and help her, keep her plan in action, keep Light Yagami fooled…and hopefully, we’ll get through this together…

Seemingly satisfied with the raven haired detective’s reaction, Watari gave a smile before he started to walk away, “it seems you have your answer…goodnight, or rather, good morning, Ryuzaki-san…if you have no further questions, I’ll be going to bed.”

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