Riddles {a Death Note MelloXOC and NearXOC story}

Ignorance

Allison

"And Mrs. Hajamba told me that her eldest daughter is almost done with the twelfth grade."

"Wow," I said, "that's great."

"Allison," Story said after a brief pause. "Why did you call?"

"I told you, I just wanted to catch up with you," I said.

"Ye just called yesterday," someone said.

"Story, who's that?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry, did I forget to tell you? I'm sewing up a skirt I ripped, so I put you on speaker. Don't worry, though; the only ones here are Harrowing and me."

"But who just spoke?"

"Harrowing."

"...Seriously, who was that?"

"Harrowing," said the voice. "I know how to speak, ye know? I ain't a eejit."

"Well, then why have you never spoken before?"

"I didn't feel like talking," she said matter-of-factly.

"Allison, Harrowing has a point," Story said. "You just talked to me yesterday. What's going on?"

"Nothing, Story," I assured her.

"Arri arri," she said. "Now I don't mean to pry, but please don't lie to me."

"Story, I'm not."

"Liar," said Harrowing.

"I think I liked it better when you didn't talk," I replied.

"Good for you," she said.

"You can tell us, Allison," Story assured me.

I was silent for a moment before I finally spoke up. "Story, what would you do if you saw your mum again, but you couldn't have her come back with you?"

Then the line went quiet, the only sound being the scratching of pencil against paper. "I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't ha—"

"—I would stay with her," she said.

"But what if you couldn't?" I whispered.

"I would stay with her," she repeated, "no matter what.
"Allison, did you find him?"

"Huh?"

"Mello. Did you find Mello?"

"...Yes. Yes, I did."

"Then if you really care, never let go."

"...I love you, Story," I said. "I love you both."

"I love you, too, Allison," said Story.

"Whatever," said Harrowing.

Her harsh response caught me off guard, and I was shocked. Then after a moment, I started laughing. "Talking or not, you never change, Harrowing," I said.

"Allison," Story said, "just be careful."

"Aye," Harrowing agreed. "Try not to die; I don't want to listen to Story's keening."

"I'll be careful," I said. "I promise, I won't die."

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"Square root of 906.01 is thirty point one. Square root of 912.0 is thirty point two."

"Birdie, what are you doing?" I asked.