This fanfic is sort of based on verses from the songs.
It's about L and possibly another female (yay!) character.
Better - Regina Spektor ;
In a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it
Candles - Hey Monday ;
And I am all alone
But I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone
All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains
L's life was dreadfully tiring.
He had a great many skills and those who knew of him knew this quite well. No knew who he really was; at times he went by the name Rue Ryuzaki but it never felt the same as the name he was given at birth.
He had many acquaintances; he was always surrounded by his people as such. Time and time again the great and almighty L doubted himself, he doubted his thinking process, he doubted his superiority, and he doubted his very being. He used to ask himself many questions; for instance, he tried to convince himself that he did not exist. It didn't work of course; his mind had already figured it out ahead of his body. It was a terrible annoyance for a mind to be so intelligent that it could not function properly for any task. He had tried to play sports once to no avail, his mind could not function in the way it needed to for any kind of physical activity, and his mind took everything too far.
For instance, if he was going for a rebound in basketball, his mind analyzed everything thus defeating the purpose of the game, to enjoy himself, which ultimately led to L's life being extraordinarily dull. Well, minus the thousands of murder cases that he had solved.
There was no doubt that L was not the greatest genius that the world had ever seen, he truly was a miracle among man. There were many that lived there lives to try and become as great as L, many talented children tried day after day in the Wammy house, only two of those children were to be his successors if he was ever killed by his greatest enemy, Kira.
L's life though, had not always been an easy road; nothing had ever just been granted to L, well, other than his superior intelligence.
If we ever tried to take a glimpse at L-, well, we'll call him Rue for now.
If we ever tried to take a glimpse at Rue's younger years, to be precise when he was about 17 years old, just a boy, with no goal other than to grow up and learn to control the knowledge his brain contained.
Rue was an ordinary teenager to most, although now as L he had a different sense of style, wearing a plain white shirt and faded jeans.
But he was not brought up to be a normal child, he was raised in an institute, and to Rue life couldn't have been any more exciting.
