Disclaimer: We own nothing (BUT BeeBee!!!!!) TT-TT we wish we owned L………damn them.
S.: Hello all you happy people! My name is Sam and I'm one of the three wondrous girls who make up the Koda Trinity!
A.: Hello peoples! I'm Amanda, or Mandy….or Ari….yeah I have a lot of names…. ((B.: That's nothing! S.: SHUT UP ITS NOT YOUR TURN! *beats with a stick* B.: *shouts between blows* You're Abusive!)) *rolls eyes*you two done? ((S & B: *nod*)) Thank you. Thanks for reading hope you like it!
B.: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm Bellah! Or Jaimie! Or Saysha! Or Sarora! Or-… ((S. & A.: *cover Bellah's mouth* S.: Get to the point.)) okay… We're having a lot of fun writing this thing so you better enjoy it! If you flame, I make smores.
S.A.B.: YUUUUUUM smorey goodness….!
S.: Yes I am the only sane one here….. T-T
B & A: HEEEY! That's not nice….
S.: Is it true?
B & A: Maaaayyyyyyyybbbbeehhhhhhhh. But they don't know that…
S.: Yet. They will see.
Plain white sneakers slid onto the hardwood floor of the large antique bookstore, quickly followed by three pairs of professionally polished black shoes. The owner of the store, a foreign woman in her early fifties who stood behind the register, had already been informed of their intent; to find a unique text of which only three volumes existed. Shadowed black eyes slowly scanned the area from hunched shoulders. "Well…spread out and find it," he said in a monotone. The officers responded immediately to L's orders without the slightest hesitation. Scattering themselves throughout the arrangement of book filled shelves. L followed after them at his usual pace. He began lazily dragging his forefinger across the spines of the books to his right; his left hand pinching the stick of a lollipop.
A soft echoing tune drifted from the back of the store. L cocked his head to one side, intrigued by the disembodied humming. As he drew closer to the fascinating sound he discovered what appeared to be a pair of floating feet, tapping in rhythm to the beat of the simple song. When he approached he realized that the tapping feet were attached to a young girl with short bright blue hair. She was "sitting" in an Elizabethan style chair, her feet where her head should have been, and vice versa. A book balanced perfectly at arm's length on her right palm, the left resting underneath her head. He couldn't help but satisfy his curiosity, "What…is that?"
"Hmm?" the girl looked up, or rather looked sideways at the male.
"That song…what is it?"
"It's a French song." She grinned. She spoke in an infantile tone.
"Yes, but…what is its title?"
"Ooh, 'Le pont d'Avignon.'" She giggled while responding. L contemplated for a moment.
"Really?!" her voice hit a high note, causing L's eye to involuntarily twitch.
"Kay-kay!!" she said excitedly, hitting the note again; twitch.
"Sur le pont d'Avignon,
On y danse, on y danse,
Sur le pont d'Avignon,
On y danse tout en rond."
"Mildly irksome, but I can deal." He nodded slowly.
"So, Can I help you with something?" she asked still grinning widely. He shook his head only once and responded with a dull, "No." "You suuure?" she held out the "sure" in a cutesy sort of way, her voice nearly hitting the twitch note.
"I'm quite positive." He began to walk off, only to come to a halt, and then walk the same amount of steps backward. He looked to the title of the book the blue-haired songstress was reading. It was the book he needed, so, he plucked it from its perch.
"HEY!" she said falling onto the rug with a thud. "Ouchy. That's MINE!" she yelled snatching it back.
"I need that."
"Well I was READING it!"
"I need it for an investigation."
"Don't care!" she said happily reclaiming her position on the chair.
"Give it to me." He said with a look.
"What's the magic word?" she looked at him expectantly.
"There are no magic words." He stated flatly. Her face faltered for a moment, then regained its happy.
"No word. No book." She said matter-of-factly. He grumbled at her frivolous manner.
"…please." he said reluctantly.
"Danke!" high note; …twitch. She readily handed him the book, a smug smile painted across her face. He turned to walk away, flipping the book to the direct middle, only to pause mid-step. He could almost hear her mental count down. ((A/N: S.: …3 A.: ….2 B.:….1!!!))
"I can't read this." He stated flatly.
"I thought not. I can!" She said in a sweet little voice, her hand already held out.
"Translate." He said placing the book in her ready and willing fingers. She sat up in a relatively normal fashion, with her legs tucked under her bottom.
"This…..may take a while." She stated opening the book to the first page. Touta Matsuda, aka Taro Matsui, one of the attending officers, ran over to L and the strange girl. ((A/N: The Rookie. For those of you who don't know :P))
"Ah, sir you found the book!! Good, we should leave." He nervously glanced behind him, the woman at the register sending him an obvious death glare with icy blue eyes, a large pile of scattered books littering the floor.
"She's translating." L said not even bothering to glance up.
"We could bring her with us! But we have to go! Now!" L looked to him, "…Sir." The girl's face perked at the mention of going with the officers.
"You're going to clean that." he said calmly indicating the obscene mess. Matsui's face fell.
"But I didn't-"
"You're going to pick those up." L said again calmly. Matsui sighed as the other two officers began picking up the books.
"But, I want to go, per favore?!?!?!!?!?!??!!" twitch.
"S'il vous plaît!?!?!?" she pleaded, her eyes growing big and watery.
"PLEASE!?!?!?!?!?!?" she begged, her bottom lip quivering.
"…………………………….ugh, very well, if you must." he sighed in his inevitable defeat.
"Excellent!!!" she yelled excitedly jumping up from the chair and hugging the book tightly. She eagerly raced up the spiral staircase, returning a few minutes later with a hat over her bob cut blue hair, a large white book bag strapped to her back. "Ready!" she squeaked. The agents had picked up the books in a haphazard fashion. The girl waved to the scowling woman behind the counter, "Au revoir Mama!" the woman's scowl faded into a rather pleased smile as she waved back to her odd daughter. The party then quickly left the store, before they could cause damage of a more permanent nature.
The girl looked around wide-eyed at the large plush interior of the car. Her mind and eyes working together to memorize everything detail she saw. She clashed horribly with the rest of the group. While they, save L, looked professional and clean cut, her outfit was anything but. Starting with her feet, she wore black and white converse sneakers, with similarly colored long stockings that ended at her knee. Where the socks ended her ebony colored Capri's began. The shirt she wore was white with a ChocoCat caricature on the front; a patchwork black vest over-top. To complete her outfit she wore a monochromatically striped stocking cap, with dangling balls on either side of her cheeks. The fuzzes on the end constantly tickled her nose, causing small giggles to erupt at random times.
Matsui, who was sitting next to her in the back seat, appraised her for a moment before asking, "So, what's your name?"
"Sarabellah, but you can call me BeeBee. That's what Mama calls me."
"Cerebellum? Like the part of the brain?"
"No," she said shaking her head causing one of the fuzzes to smack L in the face, making him blink. "S-A-R-A-B-E-L-L-A-H. Like Sara and Bellah, but you smush 'em together!" when she said "smush" she smacked the palms of her hands together. L stared at the monochromatic girl; "BeeBee." was all he said before placing the lollipop into his mouth. She grinned, "You got it! Now it's your turn!"
"What? Oh right, you mean our names. Well umm I'm Matsui. The driver up there is Moji." Taro said, "This is Aizaw….uh I mean Aihara." he stumbled nervously over the fake names as he indicated the two other officers in the front seats.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance!" BeeBee chirped smiling widely at each of them.
"And what's yooours?" she ask rolling her head in L's direction.
"…….Ryuzaki." L said bluntly after pulling the lollipop out of his mouth.
"Hmmm…. Ryuzaki…….Ryuzaki, Miuzaki,...Ryuzaki, Miuzaki, Reo, Meeo, Reo, Meeo…….MEEKO!"
"What?" L asked, looking at her inquisitively.
"Meeko." She nodded once smiling. Taro leaned up to Aihara speaking softly.
"Isn't that the name of an American raccoon?" Aihara nodded a couple of times. They both shrugged.
"…call me L." he said returning the lollie to his mouth.
"OK MEEKO!!!" she squeaked; twitch.
Taro was first through the double doors of headquarters. He saluted the chief before laying his briefcase down onto the table and slumping into a chair. Soon after him was Aihara, still mentally comparing L to the fictitious raccoon. Moji walked in silently after him and went directly to his desk, not making any eye contact, and getting quickly to work. L brought up the rear of the detective force, using his average pace, the lollie now but a stick, which he promptly tossed into the trash. BeeBee walked in spinning, helicopter style. Watari walked over to greet L, "Something followed you home, Sir?" he said with an amused chuckle.
"Who is that?" the chief asked in surprise indicating BeeBee who was still twirling in one spot.
"BeeBee" L stated.
"And why is she here?" the chief demanded.
"We need the book translated." L answered grabbing a bag of marshmallows seemingly from nowhere.
"But I though you knew-…"
"Don't say it."
Watari regarded the spinning girl for a moment. "She is rather delightful, Sir."
"WOW, this is magnificently huge; exceptionally larger than my room." She paused in mid-twirl, "then again, my room is the crawlspace under the stairs." Taro practically jumped up.
"You live in a crawlspace under the stairs?!?!?!?!?!??!?"
"Mhm!!!!" she stated resuming her twirl. L looked at Watari.
"Delightful." he repeated.
"Your mother makes you live there?!?!? Well, she did seem a little up-tight but..." Taro said remembering the scowl from the dark haired women at the bookstore.
"No Silly!! It's by choice! Mama actually thinks I should move back to my room, but I prefer my cubby."
"Why would you choose live there?" L asked with an honest curiosity.
"It's cozy and there are spiders. Oo! Did you know there are approximately 37,500 known species of spiders? 250 of which live in my cubby….at least I think it's 250. They're always moving so it's really difficult to count them all, then of course there's the dim lighting."
"Yes I did know that, although I was not aware of the residents of your "cubby"."
"Oo did you know-…?"
"yes." He interrupted. She paused, staring at him while cocking her head to one side with a grin.
"Do you know everything?" she asked thoughtfully staring at him with deep turquoise eyes.
"Yes, I do." He put another marshmallow in his mouth.
"You're weird. I like you!" She said giggling. L twitched and grabbed two more marshmallows eating one and holding the other in his hand as he crouched on his couch. BeeBee stood swinging her arms around her as she started to hum the little French song from before. Then she skipped across the length of the room, plopping down next to L on the couch. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked playfully.
"Are you playing chess? You have a chess set so I'd imagine you are. I play too. Who do you play with? Do you play by yourself? I'll play with-…!" he stuffed the remaining marshmallow into her mouth. Watari leaned over and whispered to L, while BeeBee chewed, still mumbling with her mouth full.
"Don't worry sir; she'll be gone once we get the translations."
"Watari, we're going to need more marshmallows." L stated looking up at him as BeeBee swallowed. BeeBee then unyieldingly continued.
"As I was saying…"
END OF DAY 1
S.A.B.: First chappie complete! *unite fists*
S.: did I just do that….yes…I did…..damn…
B.: Come on, you know you liiiiiiked it.
S.: -.- yes….yes I did…..damn it.
A & B: YAY! ^_^
S.: ^-^ mines cuter…. :P
B.: ^.^ No mine is cuter.
A.: See what I have to deal with?
S.: *glare* Oh please Amanda… all I have to say is, CSI. Enough said.
A.: . . I have no idea what you're talking about….I can quit anytime I want.
S.: Then do it now.
A.: Maybe tomorrow….Or next week…or never….
S & B: We heard that. *glare*
A.: … NEVER! *clings to Grissom*
B.: Ooooooook??? O.o' Please review! ………..And be QUICK about it! Oh and if you'd like to hear the melody to B.B.'s little song it is available for viewing on youtube under the name Koda's Recording, compliments of myself. *proud smirk*
S&B: Yeah, yeah, yeah. *roll eyes*
B.: *glares* Anyway, tell us what you think Okies! We need REVIEWS!!!!!