This is my first fic related to Death Note. I am aware that it is very short but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews, comments and suggestions are welcome :)
I do not own Death Note, L or Watari.
I'll be happy as long as you're with me
He was always proud of his memory. He could remember any detail about any day he wanted without any mistakes. Yet his life before Watari was always hazy whenever he tried to remember it. He could only remember fleeting snippets. He remembered living on the streets, hiding in the shadows, crouching behind crates and boxes – it was better than getting into fights. He remembered running barefoot, whether it was hot or cold. He could recall the very first taste of sugar. It was a lollypop that he had found on the ground, still wrapped, possibly fallen from someone's shopping bag. After the first tentative taste he had made the little treat last for a whole week since he had no idea if he would ever eat something like that again. He didn't ever remember speaking even though he very well could. He had observed people talking. He knew the language and could speak it yet he never had to. Not before waking up the arms of a fire fighter after the abandoned house he was sleeping in caught fire one cold winter's night. From then on it was a series of people asking him questions. Firefighters, policemen, people from some child protection agency and a couple of people from different orphanages. Smiling people who only had the best intentions yet they only managed to push the withdrawn child further away. Then another man arrived. A man with a hat partly covering his greying hair and throwing shadows over his kind face. He crouched down to look into the little child's eyes. He introduced himself as Wammy while he held out his hand toward the child.
And that was how he ended up in Wammy's House. His first shelter. He could not fit it at first. He wasn't compatible with other children. Then Watari noticed this and how intelligent he was. He decided to give him a room of his own. Watari was his mentor and carer and slowly helped him see how this world operated. And then, after he solved that first case, Watari provided him with everything he needed to continue the journey of fighting crime.
That was life as L knew it. That was his world. L became Watari's family and Watari was the only family L knew. There would be no life without Watari. And that was why for L, there could only be happiness as long as there was Watari.