The Lost One - A Metafictional Tale - L - Fanpop

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posted by Dearheart

Alone she sleeps in the overhemd, shirt of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand

The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain

When she finds love, may it always stay true
This I beg for the seconde wish I made, too

But wish no more; my life u can take
To have her please just one dag wake

To have her please
Just one day
Wake...
--Gaeta's Lament (Battlestar Galactica)

And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little meer than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.

It was a long time before her ethereal presence finally took on a solid shape, and longer still before I gave her a face and a name; but at last, she was ready for her test-run.

"Let's go, let's go!" she sang, hopping in place from one foot to the other in happy anticipation. I suddenly felt a small twinge of doubt. She was very similar to me, both in looks and in personality. Perhaps too similar. And she wasn't completely finished, either. Did she need meer work? Would her presence distort the world I was sending her to? Could I exercise enough control to keep things in their natural order, yet still allow her the freedom she craved?

Was she ready?

"Come on, then!" The hopping turned into impatient bouncing, sending her hair flying up and down like a douche of copper sparks. "Set me free! Oh please, let me go!"

My doubts were swallowed up door delight as I looked at the girl again. Though incomplete, she was a lovely little thing. I had crafted her with love and I cared about her...and really, that was all that mattered.

So I smiled, whispered a blessing over her, and let her go.

Kishiko_Lawliet, I-Luv-L and 2 others like this

Dearheart This is the prologue to a kinda-sorta-not-really fantasy metafiction-ish novel I'm playing around with. It's actually more like a collection of connected short stories and drabbles than a novel...and [i]technically[/i] it's fanfiction, but it's written in a way where you don't need to know anything about the fandom to enjoy the story. It's all centered around this girl, a boy genius she makes friends with (aka L from Death Note) and the adventures and experiences they have together. The more their friendship develops and the more they learn more about each other, the more holes and blanks they find in their pasts. The girl soon realizes she isn't quite what she thinks she is, and that her friendship with the boy will put both him and his world in danger... Aaaaand the plot still hasn't moved anywhere or decided what it wants to be and I still haven't worked out all the specifics... >__> Writer frustration aside, I hoped you enjoyed this! And before any Death Note fans get worried, THE GIRL IS NOT A MARY SUE. I HATE Mary Sues with a burning passion and there's no way I'd let one of my own creations turn into that. Her relationship with L will strictly be a brother/sister thing, she doesn't have any Super Speshul Magic Powerz or a tragic, melodramatic past, and she's nowhere NEAR as clever as L. So don't worry; she's pretty safe. =P Oh yeah...disclaimers! The picture (gorgeous, isn't it?) does NOT belong to me. I found it here: http://elenakalisphoto.com/ And the words at the beginning are quoted from "Gaeta's Lament", which you can listen to here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY3gY48pxjA The guy singing that song is the same guy who voices L in the English dubbed version of Death Note. So in a way, that's "L" singing. And [i]boy[/i] can he sing...

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Wuv u forever: a detective and his successor ( chap. 3 )

posted by deathnoteluv123

The young white haired boy sat on the dark green carpet in the big room. He look no older then five, and was fixated upon a plain white jigsaw puzzle at his feet. Without looking up at L, he zei "You must be L, I'm Near." L was amazed at how fluently he spoke Japanese, for he thought he would have to speak English around him. "Are u really L," Near said. "Or are u just one of his fakes." What did Near mean door one of his fakes? Oh yes, he had forgotten about the many times he had sent people out to pretend to be him. But how did Near know about this. "Yes, I'm L." he zei "but u can...