A/N: OMG! I'M ALIVE AGAIN! All I can say is that I love the synonyms attachment-thingy when you right-click on a word. Well, that and that I don't own Death Note, Skittles, or the concept of a public schooling system.
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It was a little-known fact about the famous L, that when he was younger, he used to hate public speaking and oral reports. In fact, on the very day that he had to do an oral report (on a book he had read over the summer, by the way,), he arrived at school as eccentric as ever. Unfortunately, underneath that strange mask, he was terrified and shaking. And, if you listened carefully during the classes beforehand, his voice had gone up a pitch and a half.
As L and Near parted ways before the class where L would have to present the report, Near glanced at him with a hint of sympathy in his gray eyes. L silently replied with an allusion of pain that no one else would have noticed. Then, L walked off to his death sentence.
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Later, at lunch, Near was eating from a large bag of Skittles that he had acquired from the Teacher's Lounge via less-than-legal methods, when L walked in looking downcast and downtrodden. He sauntered straight to the table and set his head down on the surface. Near glanced down at the pathetic creature in front of him, and the look he got in return was so miserable, that it melted the minute albino's small, small heart. Near was quite forced to give L a handful of Skittles as consolation.
"So, how'd it go?" Near asked.
The minute that Near had given L the Skittles, he immediately perked up and replied, "It actually went very well, I was completely surprised.
In return, L had a lump on the back of his head for two days afterward.