Rose Bud Shut
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Category:
Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,255
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rose Bud Shut
Rose Bud Shut
Rated T for
Yaoi (Shounen Ai, Gay relations, Homosexual Romance), Alternate Universe, mild sexual situations (later on, and not a full lemon), adult situations and sci fi.
An L and Raito Romance<
Summary:
L and Raito Yaoi. In the year 1930, England, an inspector named L gets a journal from his grandfather Quillish Whammy. 2004, Japan, a jaded Yagami Raito finds a mysterious book in the library. ‘I’m Yagami Raito…the millennium–why?’ ‘That isn’t possible, Yagami Raito.’
vOvOvOv
Prologue
As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. –John Keats
vOvOvOv
Everyone that knew Quillish Whammy, knew that he was a strange man. A kind man, so that when he died at the age of 68, there were many that attended his funeral, for reasons other than to hope to squander a bit of the man’s large estate. Which was rather a good thing in the end, since he’d given everything to his last of kin. But he was strange just the same, and at the memorial service, the subjects were avoided like the plague, since it was considered bad form to speak of one’s vices.
Well, supposed vices. For example, the fact that Quillish never married. There were few men like this, and many thought disgustedly that he was one of those that were interested in the same sex. Those who knew Quillish better thought otherwise, for although he held no grudge against such people, he sometimes spoke fondly of a woman that he wished he could marry…although he spoke of her in passed tense, so that most assumed she had left him or died.
Or, perhaps, how he spend eighteen hours a day in his study and never seemed to get anything done. Quillish was an inventor, and he hadn’t cranked anything out of that brilliant mind of his for years. Most had thought he’d grown dull in his age, but those with more faith preferred to think that he was merely finishing up the last touches on an invention that was change the world.
At any rate, Quillish Whammy was a queer person indeed, everyone thought so.
Even his grandson, L Lawliet.
Which was, in some respect, odd in itself, for L was not what one would call normal either, in different ways. He was a well-known inspector all over the world, but mainly in Europe, for rarely did another country ask for his expertise, with the transportation being so costly. L was thought to be even more brilliant than his inventor grandfather, who he’d been raised with –even if he was, technically a bastard child with no father.
The people around him seemed to either forget or emphasize details like that of great men.
At the age of 25, L Lawliet was unmarried, and thought to be headed down the same wifeless road as his grandfather before him. L was too busy working, finding books to fill his massive mind with knowledge, to worry about such a petty thing as sex or romance or marriage.
And so, L inherited every last bit of Quillish’s wealth –his mansion, his money and his inventions - and went home, reading the paper that named what he got, thankful at least that he had been the people farewell. It was probably the most social event he had ever attended, a bit sad when one noted that it was a funeral.
L blinked his wide dark eyes when he saw something on the list that he did no recognize. It said simply;
Elizabeth 6-17-8-2
Unsure of what ‘Elizabeth’ meant, other than the fact it was a common female name, but calculating that the numbers could be the combination to the safe in his grandfather office that he was never allowed in –L headed upstairs.
His bare feet scuffed the hard wood floors as he walked, slightly bruised from the dress shoes he’d crammed them into for the services. His suit seemed to drip off him, as though it were as tired as he were, and he actually felt a bit of childlike excitement bubble up in his chest at the thought of finally being able to see what lay in that case.
He opened the door and swept his eyes around the room, half expecting to see his grandfather there, bend over papers, scribbling away, before looking up and asking what in the world he was doing in there. But the office was like a barren wasteland, of course, there were books, a desk, a chair, papers and writing utensils, the safe in the corner, the satin curtains hanging over the window, even beautiful painting on the wall before the desk, which depicted a ship, fading away as it crossed the sea…
A foot in, and he paused.
Then he shook his head at his silliness and approached the safe, his mind buzzing briefly with the possibilities. Elisabeth. There couldn’t be a woman in there…right? L blinked at the thought, sizing up the safe and deciding that no –not even a child could be stuffed into the safe, dead or alive. Long, pale, spidery fingers grasped the lock, twisting the knob back and forth to the correct numbers, the low rattling sound was the only noise that kept L’s breathing company in the room.
With a click, it opened, and L was face with…a book. He eyed it for a moment before reaching in and grasping it, admiring it’s quality, leather bound, thick –sturdy, but elegant. No title however, not the word ‘Elizabeth’ anywhere. Running a smooth hand over the cover, and then, before he lost his nerve, he snapped it open, eyes immediately darting to read the first word -
The pages were empty.
L frowned, threw it on the desk, and left, craving something sweet to rid him of the bitterness in his heart.
vOvOvOv
And there we are. Hello everyone, shall be your author over the course of this story. :) A few notes; This journal breaks the space-time continuum, and Raito and L are going to talk using it. There’s more to the plot than that, actually, but not for a few chapters yet. I need more than one element for the plot to keep me interested.
I’m going to keep Raito and L as in character as possible. And…although I suck at history…I’m going to do my best to be historically accurate on L’s part. >>
Secondly…I’m not doing the whole seme/uke thing. They are two people. Falling in…whatever translation of love you’d like to equate to their genius. I just…don’t think it’s important. So RaitoxL fans and LxRaito fans should both stick around…and review of course. (laughs)
.
Please and thank you. ^ ^
Rated T for
Yaoi (Shounen Ai, Gay relations, Homosexual Romance), Alternate Universe, mild sexual situations (later on, and not a full lemon), adult situations and sci fi.
An L and Raito Romance<
Summary:
L and Raito Yaoi. In the year 1930, England, an inspector named L gets a journal from his grandfather Quillish Whammy. 2004, Japan, a jaded Yagami Raito finds a mysterious book in the library. ‘I’m Yagami Raito…the millennium–why?’ ‘That isn’t possible, Yagami Raito.’
vOvOvOv
Prologue
As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. –John Keats
vOvOvOv
Everyone that knew Quillish Whammy, knew that he was a strange man. A kind man, so that when he died at the age of 68, there were many that attended his funeral, for reasons other than to hope to squander a bit of the man’s large estate. Which was rather a good thing in the end, since he’d given everything to his last of kin. But he was strange just the same, and at the memorial service, the subjects were avoided like the plague, since it was considered bad form to speak of one’s vices.
Well, supposed vices. For example, the fact that Quillish never married. There were few men like this, and many thought disgustedly that he was one of those that were interested in the same sex. Those who knew Quillish better thought otherwise, for although he held no grudge against such people, he sometimes spoke fondly of a woman that he wished he could marry…although he spoke of her in passed tense, so that most assumed she had left him or died.
Or, perhaps, how he spend eighteen hours a day in his study and never seemed to get anything done. Quillish was an inventor, and he hadn’t cranked anything out of that brilliant mind of his for years. Most had thought he’d grown dull in his age, but those with more faith preferred to think that he was merely finishing up the last touches on an invention that was change the world.
At any rate, Quillish Whammy was a queer person indeed, everyone thought so.
Even his grandson, L Lawliet.
Which was, in some respect, odd in itself, for L was not what one would call normal either, in different ways. He was a well-known inspector all over the world, but mainly in Europe, for rarely did another country ask for his expertise, with the transportation being so costly. L was thought to be even more brilliant than his inventor grandfather, who he’d been raised with –even if he was, technically a bastard child with no father.
The people around him seemed to either forget or emphasize details like that of great men.
At the age of 25, L Lawliet was unmarried, and thought to be headed down the same wifeless road as his grandfather before him. L was too busy working, finding books to fill his massive mind with knowledge, to worry about such a petty thing as sex or romance or marriage.
And so, L inherited every last bit of Quillish’s wealth –his mansion, his money and his inventions - and went home, reading the paper that named what he got, thankful at least that he had been the people farewell. It was probably the most social event he had ever attended, a bit sad when one noted that it was a funeral.
L blinked his wide dark eyes when he saw something on the list that he did no recognize. It said simply;
Elizabeth 6-17-8-2
Unsure of what ‘Elizabeth’ meant, other than the fact it was a common female name, but calculating that the numbers could be the combination to the safe in his grandfather office that he was never allowed in –L headed upstairs.
His bare feet scuffed the hard wood floors as he walked, slightly bruised from the dress shoes he’d crammed them into for the services. His suit seemed to drip off him, as though it were as tired as he were, and he actually felt a bit of childlike excitement bubble up in his chest at the thought of finally being able to see what lay in that case.
He opened the door and swept his eyes around the room, half expecting to see his grandfather there, bend over papers, scribbling away, before looking up and asking what in the world he was doing in there. But the office was like a barren wasteland, of course, there were books, a desk, a chair, papers and writing utensils, the safe in the corner, the satin curtains hanging over the window, even beautiful painting on the wall before the desk, which depicted a ship, fading away as it crossed the sea…
A foot in, and he paused.
Then he shook his head at his silliness and approached the safe, his mind buzzing briefly with the possibilities. Elisabeth. There couldn’t be a woman in there…right? L blinked at the thought, sizing up the safe and deciding that no –not even a child could be stuffed into the safe, dead or alive. Long, pale, spidery fingers grasped the lock, twisting the knob back and forth to the correct numbers, the low rattling sound was the only noise that kept L’s breathing company in the room.
With a click, it opened, and L was face with…a book. He eyed it for a moment before reaching in and grasping it, admiring it’s quality, leather bound, thick –sturdy, but elegant. No title however, not the word ‘Elizabeth’ anywhere. Running a smooth hand over the cover, and then, before he lost his nerve, he snapped it open, eyes immediately darting to read the first word -
The pages were empty.
L frowned, threw it on the desk, and left, craving something sweet to rid him of the bitterness in his heart.
vOvOvOv
And there we are. Hello everyone, shall be your author over the course of this story. :) A few notes; This journal breaks the space-time continuum, and Raito and L are going to talk using it. There’s more to the plot than that, actually, but not for a few chapters yet. I need more than one element for the plot to keep me interested.
I’m going to keep Raito and L as in character as possible. And…although I suck at history…I’m going to do my best to be historically accurate on L’s part. >>
Secondly…I’m not doing the whole seme/uke thing. They are two people. Falling in…whatever translation of love you’d like to equate to their genius. I just…don’t think it’s important. So RaitoxL fans and LxRaito fans should both stick around…and review of course. (laughs)
.
Please and thank you. ^ ^