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Taunt 005 - M - [Accidental Video] Cats In the Cradle...

Mello did indeed get a baby. A pudgy little pink thing that gurgled at him and got spit on his nice leather. And that is not okay. Mello didn't like kids when he WAS one ~~fuck you to any of you who say he still IS one~~ and he doesn't like them now. Useless little buggers taking up space and crying for attention when they could take that time they are wasting to LEARN how to just say what it is they want rather than being the bane of some poor soul's existence.

Yes. Mello doesn't like babies.

And so if he's going to have to deal with one, he's going to make the thing straighten up and fly right...or hit the road.

[And that is how this video has come to be a baby, probably about 3 yrs of age, perched precariously on a tree branch as Mello waits below for the thing to figure out how to get itself out of danger. Learn early, learn fast. And Mello has no qualms with this because clearly he has the baby's best interests in mind. And if the baby actually manages to pass this test, hell maybe it can be his successor.

Though, that hope disappears all too suddenly when the baby inadvertently FALLS. And tumbling through the sky, disappears midair.

And in turn, the blackberry suddenly falls to the ground where instead of the lean leather clad boy, there is now a bundle of black clothes and a tiny blonde-bobbed head sticking out of the pile. An unhappy looking infant now clad in only a black vest that goes down over his knees and is falling a bit off his tiny shoulders.

Yes. Mello has failed the parenting test]

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[[L stops and looks down at Mello. Please, he hasn't had anything substantially sweet in almost a week, tired from searching and now has a baby on his shoulder that if he doesn't properly care for he'll end up like ... Like that.]]

I didn't think it would make sense to you, but that's my mistake. The woman and I aren't married, therefore she's not my wife. The woman who is the mother of this child is not present in my room, she's at her parents.

[Mello's little head tilts to the other side, eyes still wide like saucers as he falls for it hook, line, and sinker.] ......oh.

[He then starts to follow him again, eyes still wide without blinking, but bringing up a little hand to lick at where the candy left sugar on his fingertips]

[[L waits, either that works or he DOES kidnap his succes- ah good. He sighs softly, hoisting again. This thing may be small but holding it for so long, it gets heavy.]]

Mn.

[[He holds open the door still, then closes it behind the young man, continuing to walk. Then Winces.]]

Don't do that. I'll give you more once we get back to my home. Your hands are dirty and otherwise may have germs you don't want to put in yo--

[[L winces AGAIN, why? Because the baby just sneezed on him. Oh sweet lord how he wanted to drop it and put his hands up in the air. Instead. He takes a moment to calm himself down and .... holds it out in front of him at arm's length while they walk.]] --your mouth.

But its sticky! [Mello whines when he is told to stop. He doesn't like having his fingers sticky. And though entirely unaware of his future in skintight black gloves, the boy still searches for something to cover his hands with.

This ends up being the hem of L's shirt.]

[[L sighs.]]
We'll wash them when we get ba-

[[He stares in horrific disbelief. Mello did NOT just use him as a towel dispenser. He did. Ugh. This is not the setting for him to be playing nurse maid. He needs Watari, needs him something horrible.]]

Mihael, that's impolite.

[[He sighs heavily again, blinking as the baby squirms and starts to make little squawking noises while they walk. He stares at it, as though it's the most curious object in the world and watches it start to cry. ...NOW what? L, reluctantly pulls it back in, wincing as it sobs in his ear.

Baby sobbing in his ear, young child wiping hands on his shirt.

He's not cut out to be a parent. He's too young for this.]]

You're impolite! [Mello pouts back before giving a tiny smirk as if it were the greatest comeback IN THE WORLD. Then laughing maniacally he decides to run ahead.]

I'll find the room first!

[[L's eyebrow raises, did Mello just-- yes he did. He's doing the defiant child thing again. With another mighty sigh as he tries to calm the brewing storm that is babyontheshoulder, he watches in horror as Mello cackles like a maniac and runs off.]]

Ah--!! Mello! Wai-.. damnit!

[[With the siren on his shoulder, wailing, he tries to quickly run off to catch Mello. He's got one arm to secure the baby and the other makes a quick grab for the small successor, hoping to catch the little bugger. He'll carry him if he can get his hands on him.]]

MY NAME'S NOT MELLO [He yells over his shoulder, barreling down the hallway as fast as his little legs can carry him. Though yet again, even as a child, Mello is all rash action and forgets something vital - in this instance, looking forward. And as he rounds a corner he slams into a door that has been left open, knocking him flat on his bottom.

And for a long moment he just stares in shock. That is until the pain starts to set in, and those big dark eyes begin to slowly well with crocodile tears. So SOO close to start to sob. He wants to....he can feel a tantrum coming on...]

[[L needs to remind himself of calm blue oceans when Mello shrieks over his shoulder at him, no more yelling. Ever. The shout game is over. He reaches out his hand when Mello goes streaking down the next hall and follows quickly after he hears that horrid thump noise.

He frowns seeing Mello in front of that door, flat out as he is.]]

See, this is why you can't go running off.

[[L's voice is less scolding and more concerned for the little boy, he's run straight on into it by the looks of it. L's thankfully gotten the other screamer down to soft little sobs and shaky noises, kneeling down next to Mello.]]

Let me see, Mihael.

[[He's only got one arm to work with and softly tracks his hand over Mello's head, no blood on his fingers. ...wait. If he doesn't take care of MELLO too, will this happen to him as well? Oh please say he has reprieve from that-- ugh, until he has had time to confirm it, he has no choice.]]

Come here then. You're alright.

[[An arm is held out for the successor to cling should he feel he wanted to.]]

[Mello makes a few little hiccuping noises as as he gingerly lifts himself off the ground, little fist rubbing at an eye as he starts to cry softly. And abruptly he slips under that arm and attaches himself to L's side, hiding his face.

He doesn't want other people to see him cry.]

[[L hates it when people cry. Not because of having much a sense of compassion in most cases, but simply because he's unsure what to do. Normally he'd consult Watari on the course of action best suited, but if he grabs from memory what was done for him in situations like this when he was crying and hurt.. Well, perhaps then it wouldn't be so bad. He's always liked Mello though, always, so seeing him cry is pulling at something.

He curls his arm around Mello, holding the little boy's form to his side and pets gently over the mini-bob of hair. He's obviously hiding and L sort of half hunches over to protect him all the more while he cries.]]

Here then.

[[The detective shifts his arm a bit, and the way he's kneeling and some how, by some divine power, manages to pick Mello up and hoist him to the other side of his neck while his impromptu daughter hides her teary face in the other side.]]

Hold on now, Mihael, I've got you.

[[He sighs, beginning to walk with his arms full of children. This is something he hadn't ever envisioned for himself.]]

[Mello lets L hoist him up, not fight at all. And as he is tucked in against the man he clings for dear life to the fabric of the shirt, still hiding his little face.

He doesn't know where he is. Who these people are. But to be honest it had been nice to be free of Wammy's for a little while. From the kids who were scared of him, or the teachers who scolded him. Out on his own instead...for a few minutes it had been exciting.

But now he's hurt and disoriented and scared. And quietly whispers between his sobs] P-please d-don't tell them I w-was crying.

[they'll laugh at me]

[[Strong as he is, L's using all he's got in order to hold the lot of human lives depending on him not to drop them. His slouch, for once, isn't absolutely natural. He just knows that, somewhere, Mello is totally getting snot on him. He feels it in the core of his soul and he's going to burn these clothes when he gets the chance.

He assumes he has to be absolutely parent'y to Mello too until he can confirm otherwise. It's not hard to be nice to his young successor though, he doesn't hate him or Near, not by a long shot. Just that he doesn't do well with children. He turns his head, letting Mello hide however he wants to and frowns at the pleading he gets.]]

Crying?
[[He asks this as though he doesn't know what's being said.]]

I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't seen you crying yet. I saw that you had something in your eyes which caused a reaction in your tear-ducts, but otherwise, I don't see any tears.

[The boy's crying slows a bit, back down to hiccups as it takes him a while to catch on. He doesn't know L and isn't used to his round about ways of dealing with things, but eventually Mello does get somewhat of a gist of what the man is saying.

At least he gets the important part - that he's not going to tell]

O-okay.

[[L's giving it his all to continue to balance both children, the last thing he needs is to turn into one himself. This place is as dangerous as it is without Beyond and Light here, not only that but he still has to check on Near. It's not that he doesn't think his successors are capable-- he just doesn't think they're capable.]]

Good.
Reach out your hand, please, and pull the door open if you would?

[[He sort of lean's his body in for Mello to help him open the door to his room.]]

[Mello unlatches himself from L a little in order the reach out a little grubby hand. And small fingers tug on the doorknob with one dramatic tug]

T-there!

[[L leans him as close as he can and then Mello's gotten the door, thankfully. He bounces one side, then the other, easily hoisting both children that way and walks through the door.]]

Thank you, Mihael.

[[His foot comes up and he kicks the door closed in a great balancing act that only his martial art would have facilitated. From there it's over to the bed, laying the baby out on that in lieu of the crib that's ten steps further from there. After, he gently sets Mello to sit down on the edge of the bed and crouches down.]]

Let me have a better look at you.

[[He gently raises a hand to brush aside Mello's hair, looking at his forehead a little more in depth to make sure there isn't bruising, looking for evidence that there will be.]]

[Mello wiggles a little to get settled before letting L examine him But quickly he grows impatient with this 'sitting' business and starts swinging his little legs, only to hide a wince when his scraped knee rebels. ]

[[You can only hide so much from L before something catches his eye and he gently pulls up Mello's vest a slight bit and frowns at the knee, shaking his head.]]

It's not bleeding badly, but perhaps a cold compress?

[[He .....sighs why is he asking Mello.]]

Sit here and wait.

[[He stands up, moving over to that basin of water and brings it over setting it on the bed next to Mello with a little "hmm" noise. He takes the cloth out of the water and wrings it out, leaning back down to begin cleaning up Mello's poor little leg in that vesty dress of his.]]

[Mello does his best to hold his leg still, even if this is worse than when Mr. Roger had to tug out the splinter from his hand with the tweezers. Still he keeps his stiff upper lip.]

Mr umm..... Mr. Sir?

[[L looks up at the boy after he's re-dipped the cloth, holding off on the second round of cleaning which would be those hands.]]

Yes, Mihael? You may call me Ryuzaki.

...Is Mr. Roger coming to pick me up soon?

[[L pauses for a moment. If only Roger and Quillish really were here...]]
He'll call when he's here, Mihael, you know this. We'll wait for his call.

Oh.... [Mello's tone drops off for a moment.] He must be busy.

[He then slips back into his broad smile] He's off having adventures with L!

[[L watches, impartial to the drop in tone. He misses them too, but he wont go on about it. This isn't the time and there's no reason since nothing can be done.

He tilts his head back, staring up at Mello. He doesn't recognize him then, this is a rare opportunity.]]

L? Who do you mean, Mihael?

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Nice, L, thats some grade A trust right there XD

IKR? He's the bestest at trust LOL.

Teaching us all about faith and understanding

of course! always teaching LOL

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