A lesson on perfect distance.
On ivory lines, hack ghostbusting and the significance of 3. The trio follow a dead-end lead to a seaside town and end up working as exorcists for the performing troupe there.
Hikaru, at the end of life, on the last road back to Innoshima. [some Akira/Hikaru]
He made the distance. They mapped it.
He made the distance. They mapped it.
He made the distance. They mapped it.
This is time between their loss and their vengeance. It takes seven days to translate grief into action. [ShikaIno, Chouji]
On concentricity and causalism. When viewed from a map, Konoha is a perfect circle. [Team 7 fic]
You may not realise that she's known all along. In sleep, in dreams, Misa understands better than anyone. (L/Raito and heavy doses of Misa's unrequited love)
A death forces Hikaru to re-evaluate the concept of losing and leaving. Of leaving behind and losing again. (Akira/Hikaru)
There's no denying we feel the third one. His presence lingers here like the manacles that once shackled your lovely wrists. Misa, Raito, L and the place where three roads meet. (some L/Raito)