I don't own Death Note.
This is just something I wrote late at night one day a few months ago and just thought you might like it.
Tell me what you're thinking.
I'm curious. I want to know.
Perhaps it's those stone-dead eyes, holding on to the breath of life. Or that little smirk when something goes right.
I can never tell.
My own eyes are behind goggles, which makes them quite difficult to see. I don't have stone-hard eyes, though. My smile is more relaxed and often. I never really got in the habit of smirking.
You're a genus, aren't you? Smartest man that ever lived, they say. I'm not stupid, I'm a protégée really. But my IQ would never battle yours. To be honest, I don't really care. But to obsess over numbers and ranks sound like a pain.
You're quite odd, you know? To never sleep and to only eat sweets. You'll get fat in a few years. They say I'm odd, too. Am I? I might be. To wear strips and oranges goggles can be weird. But video games are cool.
Video games are like an escape. Sending your mind off to a place regardless of gender, age, race, weight, height, and weirdness. That feeling of concentrated power. Is that what solving cases is like to you?
There's been something else I've been wondering about. Is your hair like that naturally, or do you make it that way? I suppose it's an odd question. But it's not hard to imagine someone waking up, getting dressed, then spending twenty or so minutes making their hair messier than before. B did that, though.
Was it hard? Hard to put B in jail? Had you realized what had happened to him? Not the burning- or the murdering -but how desperate and jealous he'd become? Was there signs before? Did you try and stop them?
Do you ever get lonely? With case files and empty plates covering the floor? I know you have Watari- just like I have Mello -but do you ever feel like there's still no one else around?
Even with Mello, I suppose I still get lonely. Especially when he and Near are fighting. I blame Mello's superiority complex. It's not even Near's fault. Their natures just don't mix well.
It's raining. What's the weather like where you are? Do you like the rain? I do, in a way. Not thunderstorms, though. They remind me of my family. Not that it matters, Wammy's House is my family now.
So tell me, L. I'm curious.
Tell me what you're thinking.