Untitled
Sirius Lee Brilliant
A/N: Untitled is the title. Just so you know. I dunno where I'm going with this. Somewhere, I hope.
Disclaimer: God, I wish I owned L. I really do….
Full summary: But what truly threw me were the child's eyes. It wasn't the fact that they were impossibly wide or their black coloring.
They were emotionless in such a way that made you realize just how much he was feeling. They were wise, much too wise for a mere boy of four, and imploring. Yes, they bore into your soul with such unblinking indifference it chilled you to your very core.
We know him. We love him. We've seen him do the things he does; the mask he wears. But do we know why? This is his story. The story of L.
LPOV
Prelude
Many seem to think that I'm not human; that I feel nothing. Oh, how wrong they are.
You see, I don't think they realize the reason. The reason I seem unfazed by a thing. But really, that's just my façade, my defense.
When you feel, and have felt, ad much as me, you need to hide.
But, in fact, I am human. And every human has a story. I am no exception. Mine is simply untitled.