♥ first box ♥

[identitas.livejournal.com]

[Appears on the astral plane, looking a bit surprised. Not where he's supposed to be, not where he should've been. Echoing, silent footsteps as he walks. He doesn't seem to bothered by everything, just mildly thrown off but with a small, wry smile on his face. ]

Oh dear...

I think I'm lost...
Or maybe I've forgotten again...

[Silence as he looks around, flapping his sleeves with droplets of blood flying off.]

... Hm, this isn't too bad. I'm sure he would like this -- a little mystery and all. Or maybe it's a big mystery that runs and runs and runs~ Is it just me though? How lonely, how not-fun-at-all.

[A small smile that twists his lips, continuing to walk nowhere. Smile widens like a Cheshire grin.]

I think I'm trapped again.

[Then, laughing.]

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[identitas.livejournal.com]

Inside-inside.

I'll cut them open to look inside, see what they're made of. I'm really curious -- maybe it'll help me.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

There are alternative methods to killing. A body's innards don't vanish simply because they've died. You could always examine a corpse and fulfill your interests without taking a life... and there is the added bonus that corpses don't fight back.

...What do you hope it will help you with?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

That's no fun at all though. I have a special way of doing things and it doesn't help if they're already dead. [pouts]

Finding out what I am. Finding my identity.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be fun. And I'm relatively certain you won't find your identity in your victim's body.

[identitas.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know that. Of course my identity won't be inside there.

But it helps a little -- I'm just really curious. I want to see if there are others like me too.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

What would you do if you were to discover there were?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

Well, I'd cut them up too.

I'm gonna find out exactly what I am.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

And what if you are unique, and there's no one else to find?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

We'll think about it then if it ever happens, okay?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

If you wish.

[identitas.livejournal.com]

Being I've told you many things about myself, the least you can do is give me your name~

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

Ah, where are my manners?

Ryuuzaki. I'd ask yours, but I wouldn't want you to think I'm grilling you.

[L pauses a moment, before holding out the lint-y fruit he's been twirling diligently.]

Strawberry?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Ryuuzaki-san.

No, it's alright. You can call me Sai.

[smiles a little and watches]

Ah, no thanks. [holds up hands in protest and laughs]

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[He brushes off the lint a little belatedly. Hm. Hadn't he just been talking about sanitation earlier?]

Sai-san, then. The pleasure's mine.

[identitas.livejournal.com]

[stares, smile shrinking]

You asked me all those questions before; how come? Were you just curious?

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

I'm a very curious person by nature. In that aspect, I'd fathom we're alike, since you are seeking answers, hm?

[identitas.livejournal.com]

[silence at this, obviously thinking it over. a pause and then he's suddenly leaning very close, smiling brightly]

Hm, I suppose we are alike if you look at it like that.

[sucre-justice.livejournal.com]

[L observes this with little change in expression.]

I hope you aren't getting any ideas, Sai-san.