"I don't like you." The man across the room calls out to me, anger clearly burning in his eyes. "It doesn't seem that I care, considering I'm the one who has your watch." I reply, holding up a golden watch I had previously snatched off his wrist while he wasn't paying attention.
I have a nasty habit of doing that, taking things from others and using it to taunt them to have power over them. It's a "bad habit," and "something I really need to stop doing," according to my dim-witted mother. I almost always give it back so I'm not seeing what the big deal is. My behavior just seems to slip through people's fingers.
"Hey! Give that back you little thief!" He y'all's at me, nearing climbing across the table to get to me. I slide it towards him, the metal scraping against the table, making a horrific sound. "It's not my fault you can't seem to catch me." I taunt, barely listening to the conversation going on about Kira in the background. "Hey, just keep track of your belongings!" I giggle, hugging the stuffed bunny in my lap. My child-like demeanor and personality often gets people on my side at first, but they become sick of it after a while. "Why you little-" the man starts, standing up to tower over me-rage boiling his face a red pulp. "People! Sit it down, pay attention please, this is important!" L's voice rings over the one-sided argument between me and the man.
He sits down, clearly flustered, watching as I readjust myself into a more comfortable position on the stiff chairs. I swing my legs over my left armrest, shifting my entire body to lay my back in the other armrest; leaning my head back, watching all of L's examples and instructions from an upsidedown perspective. I hug the small toy against my chest to keep it from falling, when I hear my instructor speak into my ear. "Sit up, Seven." He commands, his strict voice bustling their way into may ears despite my best efforts to ignore him.
"You cant control me here. There are always other people around." I retort quietly, averting my eyes from him. "I said sit up." He repeats, leaning closer to my ear. "And I said no! Go away!" I yell at him, tears bubbling in my eyes, silence falling over the room, feeling everyone's eyes gaze at me. Shooting up from my chair, I throw the small toy at him, and darting out of the room. I find an old, unused, dark and empty conference room, sprinting into the room, closing the door as quietly as possible behind me. I sit in the back corner of the room, curling my legs to my chest, and shoving my forehead into my knees.
Tears stream continuously down my face, my sobs filling the silent room. Why can't they just leave me alone!? I don't want to do this! I don't want be around them! I hate them! I HATE THEM! I HATE IT ALL! IM WORTH LESS THAN NOTHING TO THEM! I internally scream, my thoughts pulling the sound of the door lightly open and close to the back of my mind. The corner of my eye catches someone in dark bluish-green pants sitting down next to me, as if trying not to disturb me. "Are you ok? Do you need someone to speak to?" A voice I usually hear monotonous, yet this time filled with emotions. I sniffle, sucking the snot dripping down from my nose, back into my navil cavity.
"No one's gonna come over here, I sent them to the other side of the building on a wild goose chase, if you will" L chuckles, watching me intently, something buried in his crossed arms. I look faintly up at him, watching a smile play across him lips, for the first time since I'd met him. "You forgot this." He states, holding out my pink rabbit stuffed animal; observing me as I shakily take it from his hands. "I... Thank you..." I say meekly, hugging the toy against my chest, curling up with it in my arms. "Why don't you like that man? He seems to be quite a nice fellow." L speaks, his voice soft and comforting to me.
"He raised me to be what I am." I answer, trying to hide my face from him so he can't analyze me. "What do you mean, by 'what' you are?" L asks, his voice conserned and wanting answers. I raise my head, looking my eyes into his.
"A monster."
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A/n: I like it personally so far and if I like this I'll turn it into a full story. So yeah. Idk what else to say here so uh
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