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utan_namn.rtfDet var ett stort väntrum med många tavlor på gamla kända konstnärer upphängda på väggarna, ett par tanklöst utspridda bokhyllor utefter väggarna, fyllda med tidskrifter och barnböcker, några stora palmliknande träd här och där och ett par korgstolar inklämda på vardera sida om ett lågt träbord längst borta i ena hörnet. Direkt till vänster fanns ett stort skjutbart fönster och på andra sidan glaset satt en kort och mycket rynkig dam med ett par alldeles för stora glasögon högt uppskjutna på näsryggeMore Like This
A Kiss For KiraL sat on the balls of his feet. His legs were beneath his lanky body and the tip of his thumb was between his parted lips. Raito sat nearby in a bulky black chair in front of a large computer screen. The sound of keys clicking as he typed filled the stale silence, with an occasional yawn, courtesy of L’s erratic sleeping pattern.More Like This
L bit down a tad harder onto his thumb as a thought struck him.
“Raito?”
“Hnnn,” Raito replied.
“Would you mind coming here for a moment?”
A few seconds later the sound of typing ceased and Raito rose from his chair and walked towards L.
“What is it, Ryuzaki? I’m a b
Doves -- DN - MattxMelloMore Like This
Mello was staring out the window of his third floor bedroom. Rain and thunder lay beyond the glass pane. Matt had gone to the hospital; Mello hadn’t been there to hold his hand. Matt was anemic and prone to getting sick. And what did that make Mello?
Mello was just sad. Staring out into the chaos, his eyes held no emotion. Wammy’s House kids played downstairs Near sat in his own room, doing puzzles. And Mello…he stood by the window.
It would be midnight before Matt got home; the jovial redhead would be tired out and pale. But he’d still manage a smile when Mello ran downstairs in his pajama’s to see him, all t
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