A random story I'm writing because of views on the world, life itself, and out of compassion for a friend who is having a hard time.

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That little voice kept nagging, 'Do it, just do it' L wanted to submit, but could he bring himself to?

Sweet Suicide

Life was miserable. No friends, or at least it felt that way. Unending paranoia. Close aquaintences dieing and doing things that are immoral.

Ryuzaki hated it. The whole damn world was like this too. Teens, adults, even children thinking that they were meaningless.

Ryuzaki was still only young himself, seventeen and a huge opportunity to fix the world. Ryuzaki was to become L, a detective who would change the world. But was it really worth it?

Everyone is so selfish, so arrogant and conceded. Playing and thriving off another's fear or regret. The world's population was large, and had innumerable issues to deal with.

Even Ryuzaki was selfish, he was thinking he would decline the offer to be a great asset to the world, or at least put it off for a few years and let the globe ferment in its self created hell. He was putting himself first, he knew it too.

Watari was not going to let Ryuzaki be selfish though. He refused to let Ryuzaki do that.

Now Ryuzaki had to deal with school, the emotional and social strain of being his age, and he had to balance the world on his shoulders.

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'Another late night', Ryzaki thought looking at the clock shining the time, 1:26 am, in hideous green flourescent and incandescent paint.

"I need more time-and more energy" He sighed as he stood, "Time to rumage the kitchen" he finished with an aggravated smirk.

Ryuzaki was so sapped of his energy. Three straight nights of nothing but school work and cases from India, France, Mexico, all these places where mass murders and mysteries were going unsolved because certain teachers decided to pile the load of homework on the seventeen year old genius. And only because he fell asleep in class after pulling thirty-six hours straight to finish a troubling case on the murders of sixteen school aged children in Belgium.

Walking bare foot, a new habit caused by Ryuzaki's continuing stress caused paranoia, into the kitchen, he stopped at the cupboard to grab some cookies and a tea sachet. Walking to another cupboard on the parallel side of the kitchen to aquire his mug for tea and dish for sweets, he filled a kettle and began to boil the water. Ryuzaki's stomach rumbled in protest to the poor food choices over the past month since being designated as 'L'. He really had no choice, the pure drive that he got from ingesting all that sugar was what kept him going.

Grabbing a few more necessities; cake, sugar for his tea, some milk, a handful of mints and other assorted hard candies, and some gum, Ryuzaki retreated to his room.

Opening up his history text book, he simultaneously wrote his thesis essay and studied for the chapter quiz while researching a case in Egypt on mysterious robberies where only women's dresses and men's wrist watches were stolen.

Lying stomach down Ryuzaki indulged in his cake as he took a momentary rest before staring at the putrid lime luminescent numbers signalling that it was a mere three and four sixths hours away from breakfast. Ryuzaki sighed heavily and piled all his notes to one side while arranging his evidence on the other.

Streaching briefly, a large pile of unwashed laundry met his eyes. He then let his gaze drift to his open closet, the only thing hanging there was the blue jeans he had been wearing earlier and a clean white shirt. Scratching his head in an expression of exhaustion he shrugged and climbed into bed, taking the last piece of his late night snack to eat silently. A strawberry. He finished it off quickly and rolled about trying to get comfortable. Once that was achieved, Ryuzaki promptly fell into an uneasy sleep filled with insane parabola and quadratic equations being dictated by many great legends in history.

Unknowingly, during his tortured dreams, Ryuzaki slid his thumb between his lips and was biting his nail, which slowly stopped as his thumb slid further into his mouth, giving him the look of a completely worn out toddler.

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Kinda lame and weak beginning. Please review and tell me how it is so far. Also I would love to know of you want any pairings. I want to stear away from shonen'ai for a bit.

Oh and sadly to say, yes my naruto fan fictions are on hiatus because I have a major writer's block for them.

Please also, just FYI I wrote this at like 11:30 at night, and I didn't really spend much time on it. I apologise for the shortness, and I do hope to complete this (or another story or two) soon!

-Ka-chan