I missedhim so much. The way his platinum hair shone the sun, which had been as bright as his demeanour. Even when it was winter, the pouring snow had blended in with his hair.
My body felt so cold today, as if the midst of an absence was calling to me. I continued to stir the antique spoon in my light brown, sugar coaxed tea. The momentum of my two bony, pale, fingers barely holding the spoons tip began to cycle faster and less cautiously to the thought of his little mind scrambling and body in the state of exhaustion. I suddenly stopped, feeling watched .
"Watari." I made my voice low but but firm.
"Yes, L?" Wataris' voice was elegant, matching his butler-like appeal.
I stretched my hand out and pulled my fingers apart.
"Would you be able to get a fax of that little boys picture?"
That mere 'little boy' was yet to be the future successor to the name L, one of my aliases known as the best detective in the world.
"That wouldn't be necessary, he is being brought here so you can confront him in person." He bowed slightly, in a sign of respect.
"I see.." I gently began slowly stirring, the sound of the spoon and teacup hitting against each other were like bells going off in a memorial.
"May you leave the room Watari? I would please like some time to clear my mind before he arrives." I murmured the last few words, keeping more attention to the tea clinking noise.
"As you wish." My spoon was turning at a slightly faster pace, blending a rhythm with the sound of Wataris' feet walking out of the room.
Now the sugar cubes crammed into the tiny tea cup reminded me of that boy too, he was my only brother, my only friend. Small flakes of sugar escaping from the cube and turning to a sugary dew on the tea surface, reminsing me that every time I would try sharing my version of tea with my brother it was so syrupy he would gag it up freqeunty, but watch me drink it with envy.
On one Winter day, when both of our skin shined luminously compared to the dark sky, also lit by a path of trees covered in multi color lights, was one of my last days with him- it wa the perfect infamous winter day you would expect.
I had let go off the spoon, a small splash of tea stained my white, long sleeved shirt. I sat with my knees surfaced to my lower chest, and holding my shins since it would help maintain my reasoning abilities. The moment one toe touched the tiled floor, a cold surge made it's way through my body.
I walked hunched over and one finger placed at the tip of my mouth, going over to a small, dark wood jewelry box with a blue rose design at the top. When opened, there was a photo of me and my brother, holding hands that were covered with many layers of clothes while in the background it was pitch black with dots of white were scattered all over the setting, even some of it had made its way to my jet black, spiky hair. Just the sound of the old photo being fumbled between my two fingers had be almost sullied version of his joyous laugh in that photo.
I knew that every year around Christmas he would get so excited since he had a habit of wearing hats everyday, so when there was a time that boy could go around outside in his Christmas hats it made him so enthused to see other kids wearing hats too.
I wouldn't dare to think for a single second that this new child destined to be the successor to L would replace Far. Then again it was never never intended for me to grow attached to this boy. My fax machine suddenly blurted on the other side of the room as I noticed a piece of paper coming out.
I carefully put the photo away and rushed over the machine, the fax text said, 'L, it turns out to be that the new L is still at the base. I sent a photo of him though in this fax so you could a good look at him.' By the time I was finished reading it, the photo was half printed out to reveal a boy wearing light colored pajamas, his skin looked pale. His face came out slowly, I almost thought it was an illusion of the eye to see he also had white hair and greyish, marine, eyes that beared a lonesome grimace. At the fax bottom, more text had said 'I hope you don't mind his white hair- it was turned that color in a traumatic experience. I will be able to bring him to you to introduce you two and so you get to give him his surname for now.
My eyes had felt flared, it was as if my brother, Far, had been back, why... He was Near. That was the perfect name, Near. While pacing to the door I had the photo of me and Far crammed into my pocket,thinking, maybe this new child will be him, and I was given a second chance. A second chance to be a better friend, a better start all over again.
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