Authors Note: My first story posted…. Any reviews are greatly appreciated, just please be polite about your opinion, be it good or bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor do I claim to.
What have I done?
L stood up slowly, back hunched over. His dark eyes looked tired, though they portrayed a certain emotionless appearance…. almost like a black void. His black, messy hair hung in his eyes. He wore the same thing as always, jeans and a white long sleeve shirt.
How could I have done this to him?
It was an hour after midnight, meaning he was alone in the computer room, making it seem cold… unwelcoming. L was used to this feeling, but for some reason, today it bothered him. Blank, black monitor screens and shut down cameras left him feeling empty. The man looked around the room, as his mind wondered…. spiraling around like a violent tornado. Though, as all of these thoughts went through his mind at once, his face betrayed nothing more than a blank, unblinking stare.
But… was it even me?
L walked up the metal stairs, hands in his pockets. He passed through hallway after hallway, not stopping once for anything.
Should I hold myself responsible for what he has done?
He turned suddenly, into a dimly lit room. L flicked the lights on, and a kitchen appeared out of the semi-darkness. He slowly walked to the middle of the room, and stood for a minute, bringing his thumbnail up to his lips, then chewing the end of it idly.
I feel like it's my fault… and it very well could be.
L seemed to make up his mind on something, and went to the fridge, pulling out a jar of strawberry jam. He closed the fridge and walked over to one of the cold metal stools next to the counter. L climbed on top of it, planting his feet firmly on the small area of space, and bringing his knees to his chest. Somehow, he found extraordinary balance in this position.
But…. how am I to know any different…
L unscrewed the lid to the jar, and looked inside it, as if searching for something. His eyes narrowed a fraction as he gazed at the luminously red jelly.
If he won't even tell me why?
L very carefully pushed his index finger into the jar, then pulled it back out, gazing in the same way at the sticky red coating on his finger. He hesitantly put his finger in his mouth, licking the jam off of it slowly. He relaxed a bit at the sweet flavor, one he enjoyed very much.
Why have you done this? All I need is one clue…. just one…
L finished polishing off his finger, and smiled for a second as the rich sugary taste lingered on his tongue. He carefully scooped out a handful of the jam, and ate it slowly, savoring each taste.
The only way I might be able to find out…. is by putting myself in your place.
L tried for hours, sitting there on that cold, hard, metal chair, slowly licking away the contents of that jam jar, to figure out the other's methods.
Eating like you doesn't seem to be enough…. still….
However, even the greatest detective in the world…. the greatest detective of the century… could not figure it out. The only thing L could not decipher, decode, unscramble, conclude….
Beyond Birthday…
Beyond Birthday.
Well, that's it. :3 Hope you enjoyed my little 30 minute project.
~FarBeyondNear