Hello readers! Yes I know I said I would update soon about forever ago but I lied because I'm a horrible procrastinator. But here's something I've been working on a little. It's quite sad but I really love writing backstories so I hope you enjoy this one:)

L watched from under his covers, which were pulled up over his nose, as his father finished checking his closet for monsters. As an intelligent child, L had an overactive imagination. He would often cower at night from fear of monsters. Invisible monsters, child-snatching monsters, blood sucking monsters, and the monsters that would even plague his dreams. But his parents would always be there to comfort him, and to chase his fears away.
"Well there's no monsters in your closet."
"And none under your bed," his mother said standing up from beside him.
"Did you check out the window?" L asked, his voice muffled under blankets. His father went and pulled back a curtain checking out into the night.
"Nope. No monsters out the window either." L lower his blankets, feeling safer now that his parents had thoroughly checked out his room. L's father headed over to the door and flicked out the lights.
"Goodnight L, see you tomorrow morning. Don't be keeping him up too late now, Natsumi." He said with a wink.
"They're just short little bedtime stories!" L's mother shouted in defense.
"I know how long you can make those stories" said L's father, walking away from the bedroom.
"I have no idea what he's talking about, Natsumi said with a smile. L grinned too and propped himself up on his elbows. Although he hated going to bed, L really loved hearing his mother's bedtime stories. He watched as she pulled out a thick book from a bookshelf beside his bed and flipped open to the page they had marked the night before.
"Alright, this story is called The Tail of the Iron Wings."
"Have you read this one before mommy?"
"Hmm, no I don't believe I have. I guess it'll be a new story for both of us then won't it?" She then cleared her throat and began to read. L closed his eyes to listen. He absolutely loved the sound of his mother's clear, soft, voice.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful bird. This bird had soft, beautiful wings and it would fly high above the world and sing a song that was pure and good. Every time it sang the world would become brighter. But there were other birds in the world, crows with sharp beaks and claws that could not sing as the little bird did. And for this they resented him. So they would swoop in and attack the bird, tearing away at its wings and beak with their awful talons. Feeling defeated, the beautiful, broken bird decided that the best way to stop his suffering was to protect his wings. So he began to replace each soft feather with an iron one. And the little bird of gentle beauty became a fierce bird with iron wings. But even though the crows could no longer hurt him, the bird found that the feathers weighed him down. His shoulders began to sag. He could no longer fly above the world. He could no longer fly with the other birds. And even though his song still brightened the world, he would never again be as happy as he had been before. The freedom and happiness of the world had come at a price." L watched his mother place the book mark back the between the pages. "My, that was quite tragic wasn't it? If I'd have known that it would be that sad, we would have read a different one."
L's mind began to work quickly.
"That's not fair though. That bird shouldn't have had to change his wings. Why didn't anyone else help him? Why didn't anyone else stop those crows?" His mother shook her head.
"There are lots of crows in the world L. And when you are a delicate little bird, it may be harder to stand up to something that is so much bigger and scarier than you. That's probably why the bird covered his wings in iron. Because he knew that that's what it would take to help all the other birds like himself. And he did so willingly. Sometimes that's the price some must pay for the freedom of others." L closed his eyes again.
"That still doesn't seem fair, but at the same time I can understand. That's probably what I would do, if I was the bird." L's mother stood up and ruffled his hair.
"Well I hope for your sake that you will never have to do anything like that. That would be the last thing I would want to see happen." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "Now get to sleep. Tomorrow we're having pancakes for breakfast. Maybe if you go to sleep like a good little boy, I'll put chocolate chips in them like you like."
"Ok mommy. Good night, I love you."
"I love you too, L."
L watched her leave the room and suddenly came to a realization. His mother was like a bird. Both of his parents were really. And that was something that should be protected. He would steel his wings to protect people like that. And maybe, after all of the love and protecting they'd given him, maybe one day he would be able to protect them too.

L fell asleep quickly and slept quite soundly until he was awoken by a loud crash, sometime around three in the morning.

I do promise to have the next part uploaded quickly-on my honor! Please review:3