Title: Pieces of a Puzzle
Author: ScribbledDreams
Category: Death Note (yea I messed up the category before! sorry! to anyone who's read it! haha)
DIsclaimer: The oh-so-always-cute Near belongs to ME! well not really. Don't own anything except for the puzzle. which is a really cute cute picture of a puppy anyways(:
AN: yea, has anyone read it when I accidently posted it in Prince of Tennis instead of Death Note? opps! sorry! LOL anyways, it's just a drabble about when Near and L were younger and used to fix puzzles together. hope you guys like it! (: first DN fic! go easy!
He was my friend, in a sense of the word. But now he's the example. I was instructed to learn from him, to copy his moves and style; to think his thoughts; to be just like him.
I was trained to be the next L. To succeed if he ever failed.
But I don't want to be L. I want just want L back.
I want him sitting on his haunches, pondering the great mysteries of life (or maybe just what sweet substance he should have next), munching on a bar of chocolate or sipping from a diabetes-inducing cup of tea, staring blankly at a computer screen.
Or maybe going even further back, when he didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Back when he often fixed puzzles with me, delicately placing the pieces together with two fingers. He would smile sometimes, a slow lopsided grin unfurling from the corners of his mouth, when he finally managed to place an especially tricky piece.
The pieces slowly collated together, bit by bit, done solely by us. Till the big picture was formed.
Whenever we were stuck on a particularly tricky area, where all the colors blended together and we really had no idea on where to progress from there, he would once again sit, curled up in his high-backed chair, sucking on his thumb or more often than not, on a lollipop. Then, he would suddenly get up, and once again deftly pick up a piece, placing it right where it should be. Things always progressed smoothly afterwards.
The seven-year-old me would always look up in adoration and shoot him a rare smile, all the while twirling my hair. I wanted to be just like him then. But now I know you can never get the big picture with a missing piece.
Sometimes, we would just dismantle all the pieces of the puzzle and fix it all over again. When all the pieces fell into place.
AN: so... HOW WAS IT? haha! hope it lived up to your expectations? somewhat. LOL anyways, please Read & Review yea? hugs and kisses-scribbleddreams