Asleep
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Takeshi Ohbata and Tsugumi Ohba
A/N: Probably the shortest fanfic I've ever written. (I think it's called a drabble since it's under 500 words). Just wanted to write a short story about L falling asleep at the computer. Matsuda mentioned it once, so why not write about it? Took all of 20 minutes to write. Not my best work…but I love writing Watari and L stories now :) Haven't posted on here in forever XD. If you want to actually see some of my new work you should visit my Deviantart account. My newest stories are so random there really isn't a category for them in here XD.
Watari rolled his eyes as he entered L's makeshift computer lab. He had been moving around for days, checking into one hotel and out another. It was rather hard for a man his age, carting around all of Ryuuzaki's computer equipment. Still, he persevered. Now that they were after this infamous 'Kira' character, the old man felt a rush of adrenalin he had never had before.
He placed a tray of cookies on the coffee table, sighing as he looked at his protégé. L was slumped in front of his computer monitor once again, watching surveillance tapes of the deaths of recent convicts. Watari picked up the tray and walked over to the detective, ready to provide him with even more cavity-inducing sweets.
L was asleep.
Watari raised an eyebrow as he set the cookies beside the detective. L's eyes were closed, his head resting on his chest. It had been so long since Watari had seen the young man rest, it looked almost surreal.
Watari smiled as he heard L let out a very quiet snore. Watari couldn't remember the last time he had seen him sleep. L would tell Watari on a regular basis to get some sleep given the old man's age. Then the detective would rhyme off some pointless statistics about the aging process and how it could affect the well-being of the elderly.
Obviously L couldn't take his own advice.
Watari smiled and went into the linen cupboard that was provided for guests in the penthouse suite. He took out a single blanket, bunching it up and carrying it over to the detective. Watari draped the linen over the detective's slumped shoulders as softly as he could. L let out a contented sigh in his sleep.
Watari paused the surveillance tapes and shut off all of the computers.
Later that night he explained that there had been a fluke power outage and that he had provided L with a blanket to ward off a draft in the room.
There was only a 5% chance L would believe him…but there was a 98% chance he'd understand.
End!