Um.. Hello!
Please forgive me, this is my first Fan fiction, (I once wrote a story but it went horribly... Eh...) and I'm afraid I'm not very good at it. At all. Haha...
Please forgive this poor work, for which I apologize.
Reviews are welcome, no matter how cruel. No reviews is as bad as negative reviews, so please don't feel put off. If anything, I'd like to hear what's wrong with it!
If this story isn't a complete monstrosity, I would like to turn it into a series of BBxL drabbles.
Thank you for taking the time to read, or at least skim through, this text. Apologies again for poor work.
~MelaRossa
L knew.
He instantly knew.
It clicked in his head like a switch. It was like a light being turned on. Like an activation in his brain that required no action other than seeing his face. Emotionless, distant; but somehow naturally piercing, his eyes bore through anyone who looked into them.
That may have been why he became so pleased when he was the same height as L.
To stand and put his face so close.
Watching the detective squirm was a victory in itself.
From the moment those huge, wild, childish eyes—eyes that had already viewed enough blood to satisfy your average serial killer for a respectable amount of time—gazed up at him (…No, above him? Above his head. Perhaps at such an age, he felt some effect of L's intimidating appearance; either way, if he had, it was gone by the time he entered his young teenage years.), the 9-year-old raven-haired detective knew two things. (Albeit, he had already begun to suspect one when Quilish had explained this boy's situation and how he had behaved in it, but meeting him only confirmed it.)
One. This boy was abnormally abnormal, even for the sugar-craving-9-year-old-orphaned-raven-haired-imsoniac-detective. This in itself gives the average person some idea of the bizarre aura the child possessed about him.
And the second?
That he—that Beyond Birthday—would greatly impact his life in a way nobody but L could have predicted: That this boy would be the reason he would willingly embrace death with open arms, many, many years later.
But perhaps not nearly enough.
And, should he ever had been asked—if one could ask—L would deny that he was murdered by a super-natural mass serial killer known to the world as Kira.
To his final heart-beating moments, he stayed adamant that his killer had been no other than Beyond—B.B.
His Back-up.