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More whimpering, and A squeezes his eyes shut, trying to still his thoughts, to quiet the urges to go, to run, to get a lovely lovely knife and find that Light, find him and carve him, slicing tendons and sinews, taking tongue and eyes, cutting and cutting and making it last.

Shutting his eyes was a tactical error, perhaps, because now he can visualize it.

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L shifts his grip, so he's holding him more steadily.

"Breathe, and use my steps to count, alright? Four counts." He's walking quickly, so that should be hard.

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Naomi followed (or preceded - she could guess the route) in silence. Holding the doors open was quite all right with her.

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Even with his eyes open, A's not seeing Naomi. L's always got a big portion of his attention, but right now he's A's only focus.

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"I wish you two could have met under better circumstances." L meets A's eyes as much as he can, without tripping and killing them both.

"Naomi, A is my family. A, Naomi is a very good agent."

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Now was not the best time to correct tenses (or perhaps adjectives). Naomi nodded in acknowledgment as she reached the next door.

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Since L is trying to get his attention on Naomi, A squints at her blearily.

"H-hello," he says hoarsely, the word broken by a hiccup.

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"I meant to avoid this situation. I'm so sorry." He thought to himself, he'd have to write Naomi. He meant to do it right after they finished cooking, but like a fool he'd decided that it could wait until they had a date for Christmas.

These things never can wait. Never.

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"Um. Hello," she said to A, as if it were a do-over for introductions.

To L, "I agree that the circumstances could have been better." Even before letting slip on the Kira thing she'd managed to get him worked up over B.

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Now that A's made his token effort at politeness, he buries his face in the crook of L's neck again. Naomi's irrelevant in his current state of mind.

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"It's alright. It's going to be alright," he soothes, perhaps meaninglessly but there you are, as they climb the stairs.

"Naomi, where were you eventually sorted?"

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"Gryffindor." Then up to the next door, at the top of the stairs.

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A's silent for now, trembling, with occasional small sobs.

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"We're taking you out of your way. I'm sure I can manage if you don't want to follow, but..."

He glances down at A, concerned, but there's nothing to be done for now.

"...I don't want to let you leave without discussing this with someone, for context and support. You did nothing wrong. It's my fault, for delaying in writing you."

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"It's fine." Which applied to either or both.

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A's not merely not paying attention to Naomi, he's literally not hearing her. He presses a hand to L's chest.

"Have to, oh, I have to," he whispers under his breath.

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"What is it, A?" L stops, momentarily, in case he wants something more than generalized revenge against Light.

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"Have to keep you safe."

His mind is firmly stuck on one track right now.

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"I am safe, I'm here, carrying you. Look at me."

He starts walking again.

"I'm here."

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They were drawing near to Ravenclaw by now, and Naomi could see the door there was already hanging open from a departing barfly or the like.

"Should I wait in the common room?"

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"Need you safe always," A murmurs to L's collarbone.

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"No one lives for ever, my friend,"

He gives her a thoughtful look.

"Why don't you come with me as far as our hallway? We can knock on doors and see who's here."

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She nodded. "All right."

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I'm coming down the hall after getting a chocolate bar from the room. Seeing L carrying A and Misora following them is not a promising sign. "What's going on?" I ask. I look at L and then at A. Fuck. This can't be good. She hasn't been here long enough to be warned about... "A?" I ask, my voice softening.

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