"If L's a genius then B's an extreme genius. If L's a freak then B's an extreme freak."
Knock, knock, knock. Those knocks either meant something terrible or something wonderful. No one ever came to his room; no one dared this creature's bizarre realm. His crazed, red-tinted eyes darted towards the door. People were talking just outside. Were the voices speaking of him? What had he done? Certainly nothing, he never came out of his room. Had someone come to take him away? All of these thoughtful questions raced through the mind of a mad man. Three more knocks proceeded. A hunched form unraveled and cautiously crept closer to the door on bare feet. Cold, pale fingers extended and wrapped themselves around the door knob, gently. It slowly turned. A creak sounded as the portal had opened. His tender eyes squinted at the pooling light. When he finally became adjusted, two figures with names and life spans became clear. "Quillish Wammy." A name familiar enough, he had lived at the man's institute for years. "Lawliet." A not so familiar name, but the man that bare it all too memorable. It was like staring into a mirror for both beings. The only difference being their eyes; one pair cold and vacant, the other maniacal; frantic.
Quillish and Lawliet exchanged some mindless, foreign speech, for a brief moment. The younger listener becoming anxious; curious. Why was his idol, everything he'd hoped to become; to surpass, here? Had 'L', greatest detective in the world, finally come to realize his successor's talents? Would 'B' be the heir to the 'L' name?
AN: Yes, I'm aware this first chapter is a tad lame/SHORT. Don't worry, questions will be answered and sexiness will happen in chapter 2. ;D
