AN: This is a host note.
A skulking figure peered round the corner of the door, shoulders hunched and messy hair drooping limply into his gaze. He looked upwards, and blinked wide eyes at the pink sign that read,
"The Third Music Room."
He mentally calculated the chance of being spotted, and since the chances were not high, he pushed the door wider and stepped inside. His feet sank into the carpet, and he looked down at his ratty, unlaced trainers. He brought his hand up to his mouth, and began to chew his thumb.
Raito's cousin was here. After a great deal of searching, it had been revealed that Mr. Yagami's police department had links with the Ootori family branch, something which was probable, he supposed. But the fact that Raito's cousin, Tamaki Suoh was close friends with the son of the Ootori Empire was no coincidence. Last month, all the main competitors of the Ootori family (save for the Suoh's) had been wiped out in a mass heart attack epidemic.
L didn't believe in coincidences.
So he continued to walk, brows drawing together in thought, chewing on his fingers. Only to stop suddenly and see a table piled high with cakes and pastries and sugar. His eyes went wide. The hand dropped down to fall limply by his side, and his mouth fell slack. He circled the table slowly, blinking multiple times to assure that this was real, only to see (with some disappointment) a blonde boy with a fork, munching away at a strawberry gateau.
The boy blinked. And then smiled brightly, all stars and sunshine and happiness.
"Would you like some cake?"
L paused. Forget the investigation, forget Near and Mello.
He had found his successor.
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