This is my first attempt at a fanfic... I'm pretty sure this has been done before, but the idea wouldn't leave... and I couldn't find it anywhere.
Disclaimer: Death Note dosen't belong to me
Red is my color. It used to be black, and before that, white. But now it's red.
Red as the jam that I eat to help me think. It's a habit I picked up a while ago... in the orphanage. I wanted to imitate L, but the jam was the only sweet I could stomach. So I stuck with it and have been eating it ever since. I know it's considered disgusting- I did see Misora's expression- but it's delicious. So I kept eating it, and it does help me think. Of course, it wasn't L's idea that lead to it. I say it was my idea.
Red.
The red of my eyes, the eyes that tell me when people will die. They say that this is what made me unstable, but don't believe them. It was L. All L. The eyes were a gift, and I treat them as such. I only killed those who were going to die. So much easier that way.
Red.
Red as the blood that covered my hands as I carried Backyard Bottomslash's leg to the bathroom. And in all the other murders... Believe Bridesmaid and Quarter Queen, though the latter didn't bleed as much as the others... Nonetheless, it was there. Such a bright, shiny color. How is this scary? I find it beautiful. And intriguing.
Red.
Now that I think about it, maybe I was red the whole time. The eyes. My food. The blood. It was red. Always red.