A/N: I know I'm already writing 2 stories at the moment but last night I just decided to write this. None of my stories will be updating until summer holidays, I'm sorry :) I was thinking about all the anime deaths that made me sad and realised the death of L was my first heart break, in fact the death of L made me go of anime for a few months when I first watched it :(

Thoughts

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

"Another mysterious death occurred at the main Tokyo prison last night, the man killed was suspected for two murders and died from a heart attack. Like the other cases there were no signs of any previous heart conditions; leaving doctors baffled and citizens wondering if this is the work of God." The news report ended there, a woman in her mid-twenties was abruptly cut off and replaced with silly commercial advertising cacti.

"L, is it time for you to step in yet?" A voice questioned, with a tone of sincerity.

"Can you get me some cake, please, Watari?" Was the only answer that was given, indirect to the question, yet conveyed the idea that this L person was thinking.

Bare feet moved sluggishly on the path, leading to the centre of the vivid green park. Laughing cries of children rattled through the summer day as they played with their friends. Sharp grey rocks pressed against the unprotected skin; even far away the dents caused by the stones left streaks on his raw pink skin were visible. However the flesh looked soft, with no signs of the skin being cracked, nor was there any crimson blood trail left behind. The man with the bare feet looked ahead with no particular expression, no sign of pain either. His eyes drooped with exhaustion and lined with thick black bags. The emotionless-looking man wore a simple long-sleeved white top, the white brighter than his own pale complexion. On his legs he wore plain black trousers that contrasted to his top and skin tone. This man was lanky, with shaggy black hair; he was the type of guy you expect not to see at a party.

Long bony fingers held a stainless steel fork, using it to take a scoop out of the sweet food on his paper plate; on the plate was a piece of sponge cake which had been cut in half and filled with cream and strawberry jam. On top lied a juicy red strawberry. Each time a piece of cake was brought a child-like happiness to his face, mixed with and expression that made it seem like each time he took a bite of cake, it was the first time he ever tried it.

By the time he had arrived to the nearest bin he had finished his cake and threw the paper plate, along with the fork into the bin. For a brief moment he looked sad, but soon slipped his hands into his pocket and casually walked away. This man had no idea where he was going, but it was about time he got some fresh air.

The quest for food was not over yet as another place selling a sweat treat appeared. A little blue and white ice cream van was playing a chirpy melody to attract people over to buy iced cream. The food fitted the weather perfectly; the intense heat was a lot for many, as shown by the heaps of people sitting on the grass eating the refreshing treat. It would simply be wrong to miss out on ice cream. Looking at the van it sold many commercial ice creams selling for a ridiculous price. Unfortunately this man was sophisticated he wanted scoops. In a cone.

"I would like a scoop of every flavour." The chubby, pig-like ice cream man gave a look of dismay, yet the gentleman ordering gave a sense of being dead serious. This frightened him, fear induced sweat dribbled down his face.

"All on one cone?" He responded in an anxious snort. They met eyes and looked at each other, trying to work each other out, seeing who would back down first.

"Of course, here it clearly says get 3 scoops of ice cream and more in the same cone is free." The gentleman replied in a toneless voice, pointing to a piece of cardboard stating the offer.

"Sir, that's nine scoops you will probably drop it." The ice-cream mans eyes were solemn, as though he lived for the ice cream. As though any waste of ice cream is pure sacrilege.

"Fine, give me two scoops of strawberry; I don't like odd numbers anyway." There was an array of ice cream labelled: strawberry; chocolate; mint; vanilla; coffee; rum and raisin; pistachio; raspberry and mango. Naturally it's strange to have odd numbers anyway. The piggish man handed over the towering ice cream in exchange for the change. He made a mental note to later change that sign.

Turning through complex paths the park began to get quieter and quieter with less people. No one was there to see his struggle of eating the ice cream, the obnoxious ball of helium was trying to mess up his day and melt his ice cream, as well as suffer from chronic ice-cream induced brain freezes. The last two scoops left from the towering ice cream were strawberry and chocolate.

Thud! Thud! Thud! A human? Why is it walking so fast? Wait is it running? Standing in awe the man watched a girl with white hair and blue eyes, not noticing the fact she wasn't looking and getting closer. Realisation kicked in just as it was too late. Impact. The girl landed on top of him, her bright blue training outfit smelt of sweat. Neither of them gave so much as an apology, they stood up and carried on with their day. Acting as if nothing even happened.

All that was left from the collision was a single note book lying on the floor. It had a slick black cover and in English read Death Note. The man bent over and lifted it up.

Do I return it?

I can't find her?

Would it matter if I keep it?

She can probably buy a new one if it's important.

Or it might have her phone number.

Flicking through the lined pages there was nothing there, only signs of pages being torn out.

Should I write my name on it? I can imagine it now, bright silver marker pen reading Lawliet. It would be an artistic contrast to the black. I can even use it as my own personal diary. Or food diary, the doctor has been asking me to keep tabs on my diet. It would be funny seeing his face when it says death note. I mean healthy, non-sweet food is basically poisonous to me.

Wait, death note, sounds like a cheap idea that is supposed to kill things for some anime, it will never work.

I wanna see if it kills spiders first.

A/N: Don't worry this won't stay stupid and L won't always be like this, he will be referred to, not just "him" or "the man". L won't always be quite as oc but I can imagine him being quite immature in his mind.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed and the next chapters will be longer :)