Just something that popped into my head. It'd probably do better as a comic, but I can't draw, so pah. And you may have noticed how I always call L, well, L, and not Ryuzaki. Well, to tell you the honest truth, it annoys me. It reminds me of something that I can't remember, but strongly dislike… Raito isn't that bad, but I still prefer Light. Meh. Each to their own.
L walked around the police station aimlessly. There was no cake. There were no strawberries. He was bored of the Kira case at the moment.
He decided to check in on everybody else. They were all doing their jobs. As usual.
Last on his list was Near. L knocked quietly on the door and entered without hesitation.
Near was sitting with his back to the door, facing a small table.
L coughed for attention. Near jumped up.
"L!! I didn't see – hear… you were quiet," he mumbled, half-hiding the scene behind his back.
L slouched past him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, suspiciously.
"Working
on a theory."
"Mmmhmm."
"Well, you see, Kira is Pikachu, I'm, uh, this R2-D2 figurine and you're Bride Barbie! Then, Misa is GI Joe, and the Kira's victims are all that Lego over there."
L looked at him and didn't speak. Near looked at his feet.
"Well, ok. That makes sense. But why am I Barbie?" L asked.
"Uhm… because she's wearing white, like your shirt."
"Ok, that's plausible."
"Well, as you can see, Kira over here is currently here, undercover…" he picked up the Pokemon and moved it over next to the Barbie.
"But then…"
He went on in a completely improvised speech that lasted for over ten minutes on a theory completely made up that made no sense. L nodded politely occasionally, but otherwise made no movement. Finally, Near finished.
"I just have one question, actually," he said.
"Yes?"
L paused for a bit and looked again at the scene at his feet.
"Why are we at a tea party?"
I know that it's short, but I couldn't help myself. Enjoy!