Bindi-the-skunk

It was perfection It captured every feature perfectly, from eyes the color of the sky, to the sun-kissed wheat hair crowning the head, every brushstroke was flawless...the shining gold frame around it all only gave it more beauty, if that was even possible! It called out to be touched, to be admired! And it was all his! No one but him deserved to gaze upon its magnificence... The one who painted it even said the frame was made from an ancient Egyptian ...what were those things called? Sar...so....coffin! A pharaoh's coffin! Fitting that a king's resting place now housed his likeness... The more he stared, the more his almost lust towards the image faded and twisted into.., jealousy... This painting would be forever perfect His hands and face would grow slack, gain wrinkles His eyes would fade His hair turn grey If only this cursed painting could take on it all for him! If only he could remain beautiful forever! Be immortal! "I would give anything to have you take on all

Soichiro Yagami did not know why he had been summoned back to HQ not two hours after he had left, perhaps whoever was to handle L's funeral wanted him to say a few words? To think one of the last things L had said to him was...that he was a good father...despite never knowing the love a parent offered, he still gauged Soichiro as a good one. Even though he was the father of Kira, the man who had tried to..no... had caused his too-early death, L still told him he was a good parent, after everything, what was he to think about that? But it had given Soichiro some peace, that at least the detective did not think it was his parenting that caused all this, L would have had every right to scream every obscenity he knew in just as many languages as desired at him if that was the case. But it was just a cruel twist of fate, that no one could have seen coming. For that comfort, the police chief could do that much, no doubt the ceremony would be something unimpressive, nothing that would