Disclaimer: Death Note. Smart. Cool. Funny. Obviously nothing to do with me then.
L knew it was B from the start.
He had almost expected something like this.
Almost expected it.
Almost like this.
It was brilliant. Everything so meticulously worked out. Of course, L was fairly certain there were elements to the scheme that he hadn't worked out. Couldn't work out. All he had to work from was what the LAPD and Misora had given him.
That, and his knowledge of the killer.
B.
The second letter. Always second.
But B came before L. Everyone knew that. Why was B always behind L?
B stood for Backup.
These murders… were evil. L was sure of that. And B was… B was…
Evil?
A victim?
Both. Maybe.
In terms of ability, L had never been second. Always first. The best. How did it feel to be anything but? B had never been first. What was that like? He couldn't sent anyone to find the answers to those questions. He hoped he never had to find out first hand.
A challenge.
Competition was good, especially when you knew you could win somehow.
Somehow.
It didn't really matter how, as long as you won.
Even if you had to lie. Cheat. Make sacrifices. L knew that.
L was sure that B knew that better than anyone. That was why, whatever she did, Naomi Misora must catch the killer.
Otherwise, L would lose.
Otherwise…
The fourth murder would be the last, that was certain.
B's final sacrifice. There would be no more.
There couldn't be.
Naomi Misora had to catch the killer. The final murder could not take place.
Whichever way he looked at it, L reasoned, that had to be the conclusion.
It was the only one B deserved.
Author's note:I thought I would try writing something serious for a change. I am unsure if it worked… Clearly I am not very good at being serious for long... this is a ridiculously tiny ficlet! Reviews would be very greatly appreciated for this one, as I'm pretty nervous about whether I created the desired effect.