well erm hiiiiiiiii waves this if my first death note fic (which i obv. do not own) please be nice :D
well anyways this is generally about a depressed L who is sick of his sheltered existence...bleh !! depressing huh well i blame the Scottish exam system its downright depressing itself... OK rant over enjoy!! :)
oh forgot "speech"...'thoughts' you'll figure it out won't you?
Swirling Bottles
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He sat watching the water swirl to a quivering stop inside the plastic bottle, the light reflecting against the harsh wooden table top creating patterns from which he could derive no meaning.
His head jerked up from his usual crouched position and he looked around, his view framed by a mass of raven black hair. The room he saw was non-descript, devoid of any personality-the walls a drab beige. A thought occurred wandering purposefully across his listless mind . . . he had to escape this drudgery.
The detective gnawed on his thumb and pondered how his life had gotten this boring and at just 25 he was by no means old but the daily grind of his increasingly impersonal job and it was wearing him down. He felt like the water, trapped in his own little bottle unable to escape his boredom unless released by another.
Lawliet stood, firm with resolve as his joints crunched back into place unused to for once proper alignment. A rucksack was snatched up, stuffed half full; a little money, cake(just in case) and his laptop. Next his feet were slipped sock-less into a pair of well worn trainers just hanging on for dear life.
He left his hotel room and meandered his way through the hallways until he found a secluded exit. He stepped out of the door and was greeted by a blast of icy wind and neon coated darkness. His coat was pulled tighter. Hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans. He walked away.
'Watari would worry but he was beyond caring anymore as it was he (Watari) who had moulded him into this monotony'
Being a "world famous" detective wasn't all people believed it to be, he had no glamour in his life. He shied away from society appearing only as a letter on a screen accompanied by a scrambled voice. He had no friends, no family...
"..." he sighed realising the truth he tried to forget with files and statistics, that he had no life outside of a dim hotel room and his cherished computers. And now he was in Japan, a lovely country he admitted but so far from what he considered home.
He wandered through the streets aimlessly until he found himself staring down into the dreich depths of the Sumida river.
"huh", as he stared his owlish obsidian eyes absorbed all there was to see, the odd sea gull bobbing on the water, a bright white cutting through the dark.
'a totally unappreciated bird if ever there was one' well back to business, that water would be cold if it was cold enough it would result in apnoea; muscle spasms in the area around the voice box blocking the airway due to immersion in cold water also known as dry drowning. Not a terrible way to go really it was the only way he could see of gaining the freedom he craved. otherwise he would be hunted down and brought back into his role of detective extraordinaire (computer more like). He would have to work again no matter how sympathetic Watari was, he was an essential asset to the whole world now.
He stepped up onto the railings deftly swinging one leg over the top bar he set about swinging his other leg over lifting it with the grace of a dancer over the railing...a foreign voice suddenly invaded his reveries; being free at last!
..."Don't...please don't"
okies thats one crappy chapter over if i ever get any reviews please tell me what you think...please puts on cute pouty face or ile send a demon lama after you!!