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A scream penetrated the room; the dim lighting being produced suddenly flashing a crimson red as the man fell to the floor, heel sliced open, bleeding, and showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
L flinched and brought his knees to his chest.
His shaking panicked body struggled to drag itself away from the smaller, decrepit form crawling after him, but failed as the almost super human grip of the tinier being's hand latched onto his injured heel. The bloodied scissors used to cut it lay useless off to the side, and out of reach.
The young man's vision blurred, the world spinning and darkening around him. He soon ceased his struggling; squirming only slightly and flinching as his other massive wounds were run over objects on the floor.
"Stop… Ple—"
The TV shut off, plunging the room into complete darkness before a light was switched on, much too bright for the young child's liking.
"What are you doing watching something like that?" Watari sighed, walking stiffly over to the panic-stricken boy on the ground.
L stared at the now vacant TV screen, mimicking the actor's facial appearance of a totally horrified expression, ignoring Watari completely, until the older man touched his arm. The wide-eyed boy jumped, but didn't move from the position he had gotten into, that being some sort of crouching position. He stayed silent.
The soon-to-be-world-renowned-detective turned slowly to face his caretaker. "I wasn't scared." He informed boldly.
Watari smiled and nodded, picking up the small child and carrying him into the boy's room.
The next morning, as L stumbled out of his bed room and towards the table for breakfast, he quickly glanced under the chair and table, before perching on his seat as he had done the previous night. This earned a soft chuckle from Watari. "What are you doing?"
L merely smiled, hands resting gently on his knees as he sat in his soon-to-be-infamous-sitting-position. "Being careful."
He, of course, did not explain, nor did Watari ask him to. The reason was pretty self-exclamatory. But whether being cautious of decrepit men crawling out from the floor and butchering your heels was being a bit paranoid or not was left up to L to decide alone. Not once did he explain the truthful reason for perching on his chair as such to anyone.
"I'm being cautious."
"Do you know what's on that floor?"
"I can't sit any other way, unless my reasoning ability will drop forty percent."
Even someone like L can lie.
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A.N.- sdfkhgd. My God. That must be one of the most retarded things I've ever written in my life. But then again, half the things I ever think of writing happen in real life.
Yes. That means I really am afraid of letting my feet touch the floor when I sit down.
xD
How strange am I? Anywho, read and review please