towerofanimus | The new Deadman..

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The new Deadman..

Characters: Yotsuba Koiwai and you!~
Setting: Around the Tower's steps.
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: After unknowingly eating some contaminated food on the eleventh, Yotsuba gains some strange powers, and is rather..curious about them, so she starts to search for answers.
Warnings: Yotuba will get killed by Wretched Egg, so look out for that. And Yotsuba can control her blood, so..people who don't like that should probably avoid this post.

Yotsuba dimly remembered that dinner on the eleventh had tasted odd, but since it wasn't yucky, not many people payed to much attention to it, chalking it up to the Administrators again, and since it wasn't bitter, no one thought it was poisoned. She didn't give it much thought either, since she wasn't harmed. After all, she was a little girl with much more to do and much more to keep her occupied.

However, when Yotsuba woke up on the thirteenth, she noticed that she wasn't feeling..right. Not bad, just not right. Trying to think of what wasn't right, she got hopped out of bed and started to walk through the dorm floors. When she heard a loud noise from below-probably someone fighting or a newcomer-she jumped, surprised..and cried a little in pain. Turning her head around, she saw small spikes of her own blood coming out of her back.

This..wasn't normal, and curious, Yotsuba started to walk up the Tower steps, calling out the people she knew so that she might be able to find some answers. Since she didn't know how they came out, she didn't pull them back in. They just stayed like that while she climbed and called.

"Dia..Diamud! Edgeworth?! Arada! Hibiki?! Yu..Yukki?!"

Feel free to bother her or help her out.

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Diarmuid stops by the door looking at the list of names. For good or ill, none of the names are familiar to him. Still, he takes a moment to commit them to memory should he ever need to track them down, and then opens the door to the room, ducking slightly as he enters so that Yotsuba doesn't hit her head on the door frame.

Once inside, he looks around the room, "Which bed is yours, little one?"

Yotsuba, not knowing that Diarmuid would duck as he walked, ducked down her head as well as they walked in the room and straightened herself out before she replied.

"The middle one on the left!"

"As you say, Lady Mine!" He bounces her lightly on his shoulders, ever mindful of her injury and then carries her over to her bed. Once there, he somewhat reluctantly sets her on the bed, crouching down so he can be on level with her. "Do you need to do anything to get ready, or shall we move right to the tucking in?"

Yotsuba normally would have asked what 'Lady Mine' meant, but that was quickly forgotten when Diarmiud bounced her and made her laugh.

When Yotsuba sat on the bed, she looked up a first, thinking that Diarmuid would keep standing normally, but since she didn't know that he would crouch, she adjusted her eyes so that she did look at him. She was so used to everyone being taller than her.

"Oh..Yotsuba has some pa..pajamas in her trunk. Should I put them on?"

She was talking about the uniform all newcomers woke up with, but, sadly, she had no idea that they weren't pajamas. If Diarmuid looked into the trunk, he would find a sketchbook, a box of crayons..and a photo of her Daddy, along with the 'pajamas'.

Diarmuid nods and moves to the trunk. His happy expression fades a little when he sees the 'pajamas,' "Little one, do you really want to wear these? You don't have to. They aren't actually pajamas." He folds the suit, setting it on the end of the bed. If she is actually comfortable in it for sleeping, he will let her.

Not that it means he will like it.

As he moves to shut the trunk, he notices the picture and can't help but pick it up to look at it, "Is this your daddy?"

Yotsuba noticed the fade in expression, but she couldn't quite tell why. Maybe he was sad that she mixed up what she thought was pajamas for something else? Her smile faded a little.

"Oh..okay. I won't wear them then..but what are they then?"

And when Diarmuid mentioned her father in regards to a picture he found..that got Yotsuba right out of bed and over to his side, even though she was limping. She hadn't managed to see the photo, as it was buried under other things, and she had wanted to see her Daddy again.

When she saw the photo, her grin returned.

"Yup! That's Daddy!"

How does he answer that question?

"Well, I think they are just something simple to put us in when we first arrive. After all, most of us have other clothes in our trunks, but some of those outfits are pretty complex." He motions toward his own armor though it's not really the same as normal clothing. "It is probably just to make things easier for everyone, but once you have your own clothes again, why bother with those, right?"

Once she comes to his side, Diarmuid hands the picture to her. He can tell by the look on her face that she is happy to see it. However, he doesn't leave her standing long, though, since standing on that foot probably hurts. Once she's taken the picture from him, he lifts her up and sets her back on the bed, sitting down next to her.

"Will you tell me about your daddy? What was he like?"

Yotsuba tried to digest that explanation as she took the photo of Daddy and as Diarmuid set her back down on the bed and sat next to her.

"Couldn't the bad people put on our clothes before dragging us away?"

Guess who never read the introductory note, Diarmuid? However, when she heard the question about Daddy, her face lit up again.

"Daddy was a good person! He made the best curry and played with Yotsuba a lot! He would also do his boxerman dance sometimes!"

..It's best that you don't ask about boxerman, really.

"It would have been nice, wouldn't it? But, I guess that is why bad people are bad people. They don't think about things like that." That question, at least is easy enough to answer.

But what is a 'boxerman dance'? Diarmuid wants to ask since he has no idea what she means, but realizes if he gets her talking about her father too much, she might decide she doesn't want to sleep, and she really needs the rest after all that has happened to her.

He can always ask later.

"How about we put your daddy's picture up here on the nightstand so he can watch over you while you sleep? It would be much better than it being in your trunk, right?" He makes a mental note of the picture's size. Maybe if he's lucky he can find the things he would need to make a simple frame for it in one of the workshops.

Yotsuba brightened up and nodded at the anwser to her question.

"Oh! That does make sense!"

..The boxerman dance was basically where her Daddy would take his boxers, put them on his head, and act like a stupid villain. And sometimes dance. To Yotsuba, it was a lot of fun. To everyone else, it was really surreal.

"Okay! Yotsuba would like that. Maybe that will keep the bad people from bothering me while I sleep!"

Sadly, it wouldn't work that way, but to Yotsuba, it might help. And if Diarmuid ever did make a frame, Yotsuba was going to ask him to show her how she did it.

Smiling, Yotsuba put Daddy's photograph on the nightstand, in a position where she could see it and his face met up with hers.

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"You never know. It just might," he manages a small smile, though he knows it probably won't help keep them away. If it gives her peace of mind, what does it hurt to believe?

As she sets the picture on the nightstand, Diarmuid reaches around her and pulls back the blankets on her bad. Once he sees she's done with the picture, he motions for her to crawl into bed, "All right, in you go! Once you are all settled, I will sing to you. It will be in my native tongue, so you won't be able to understand it. I'm sorry about that. Hopefully, you won't mind? I can always just tell you a story instead if it will bother you."

Diarmuid makes a note to himself. If he is going to be singing to her, he should learn some songs in a language she can understand. Interestingly enough, as much as he hates hearing himself sing, he doesn't mind doing it to help others feel better.

Especially when that other is a little girl who reminds him so much of his own daughter.

When Diarmuid motioned for her to crawl into bed, she would settle under the cover and lie back on the pillow. However, when she heard he would sing, she smiled and shook her head. Yotsuba herself liked to sing, even though it was just small things.

"It's alright! I won't mind! And Yotsuba is all settled in!"

And pretty sleepy. Knowing Yotsuba, she would probably over-excite herself with the unfamiliar language and drift off as he was singing.

Diarmuid tucks the blankets in around her and then sits on the edge of the bed. After giving her hair a quick, though gentle ruffle, he starts to sing. The song is slow and flowing at times and quick and energetic at others. Though Yotsuba can't understand the words, somehow the feel of the song gives away that it's about a child setting off on his first adventure. All the child is exploring is the forest and the stream in his backyard, but for him it's still a wonderful trip of discovery.

Though he would tell no one, the song is actually one Diarmuid wrote after watching his own boys go off on just such a journey to explore the forest and stream that ran basically through their backyard.

Yotsuba lightly laughed when Diarmuid ruffled her hair, but then stayed quiet while Diarmuid sang, paying attention to the words, even though she couldn't understand them.

She understood the feel of the song though. It reminded her of the feeling she got when she ran out of the house and wandered around the neighborhood with her friends from next door.

However, as Yotsuba thought about those old, good days, she closed her eyes to better feel the song and reminisce..but soon, she was fast asleep, playing through her past in a dream.

Diarmuid smiles when he finishes the song and looks down to see her asleep. That is how things usually go, though. The young ones just can't stay awake more than a short time into the song. Maybe it is just because it's a boring song, but maybe it is because it does its job and brings comfort and good dreams to those who hear it.

He gently smooths the blankets over her again, but doesn't immediately leave. Instead, he stays and watches over her for a while like he promised he would. As he sits there, his mind drifts to memories of doing this with his own children.

All in all, it's not a bad way to spend a few hours.

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The new Deadman..

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He picked her up and put her back on the bed so she doesn't hurt her foot. Hope that's okay...

It's perfectly fine! Don't worry about it!

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Lets say...in about a week's time she will find the picture framed on the desk then w/a note.

Expect her to come bothering him in a week then to say thank you and find out how he did it.

Make it about a week and a half because guess what will be happening then... ;-P

Pff..xD; Alright then! It should make that meeting very interesting then. xD;

Gonna poke you on Plurk with a few thoughts since this seems to be done!