A/N:This is going to be a bunch of drabbles that I'll try to update when schoolwork isn't totally screwing my vibes.

I'll take whichever character and twist him, her, or them, in my own evil and demented way. So, if you have requests, all you have to do is review baby!

It starts with L, because come on, he's weird, and likes sweets, and never gets toothaches for which he is my total HERO.

Disclaimer: I completely, totally and superbly do NOT own Death Note. (Ha ha, you can't sue me!)

Still a boy

Usually when a baby is born, it's normal that it'll opens his or her eyes (even if at that age it can't really see anything but blurry figures) and then proceed to cry loudly as air enters for the first time the baby's lungs…

When the boy was born, he fully opened his impossibly dark and huge eyes for the first time, looked uninterestedly at every figure in the room, and then he gained a half-bored, half-amused gaze that would later become almost as infamous as his own name.

This of course went mainly unnoticed by the doctor and the nurses, and later when the parents became worried about their apparently unresponsive baby, the specialists explained that it was common occurrence for a new born to react in sluggish and slow way.

When the boy started to walk, he did so with confidence and without stumbling, a feat nearly impossible for such a young infant; and when he started to talk he did so with short and precise sentences, instead of the usual babbling of small children.

Most disturbing of all, was the manner in which the boy at the tender age of three started to express himself: he would look directly into your eyes, a typical symbol of complete honesty that he'd probably learned to utilize by observing people, and without blinking, without his voice or facial expression changing at all, spoke with confidence and without hesitation.

His parents soon started to understand that nothing they ever did would manage to change their peculiar son, and after all the therapy failed and all the doctors decided that there was nothing wrong with his brain, they instead left him to his own devices, preferring to go out to mingle with their rich friends (who were never invited to come over, because of the fear that they might see the boy), and leaving their son in the care of highly paid and of course incompetent nurses.

When the boy turned five, his parents gave him brightly colored plastic blocks to distract him and keep him occupied; the blocks were soon used to create impossibly beautiful and complicated buildings that were meticulously built and then carelessly discarded whenever he felt particularly moody.

The boy adopted a hunched posture at seven, which only made him look more fragile and weak than he already was, and would later also gain a peculiar position when sitting -feet up on a chair, clutching his knees, hunched back and owlish eyes alert.

It would later be known that he had devised this exact posture himslef after he discovered that it helped improve his analytical skills (by a twenty percent, he would later claim).

It also turned out that the boy was supremely picky with his food, and developed a penchant for sweets; his parents neither noticed nor cared, and at eight he became so malnourished that the nurses grew scared (because the first thing parents blame, is the personal) and started to dress him in baggy clothing to hide all the mess of pale skin and bones he had become.

But most important of all was that this boy, this incredibly smart, thin boy with hunched shoulders and mussed raven black hair and dark, hooded eyes, had his first epiphany at the age of nine, when he found a book entitled "Law and Justice" while in his father's private library.

The boy was going to be a detective.

Even if he had to disentangle himself from the mess that family ties and society's expectations were, and take destiny in his own hands, he would do it, just for the sake of morals and justice.

The fact that his parents died in a car crash months later was the final sign from God that this was the path he was meant for.