The bright blueish light from the monitor illuminated the room. L slowly stood up from his chair and went towards a bed behind him. A small figure breathed steadily from his bed, underneath all the blankets was a child at least half his age. He shuffled towards the bed. Laying down next to her slowly, he curiously observed her. Her features were slightly like his but more feminine like along with her straight, combed hair. Her shut eyes had dark rings underneath them, similar to L's. He remembered how she attempted to stay up as much as he did, but often she fell asleep on her second mark. She shifted and turned, her face now closer to his. In a flurry, L backed up in self-defense.
Noticing she was still asleep, he calmed down and went back to observing her awkwardly and from a small distance. She was a pale skin tone color because of her lack of participation in going outdoors and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed. Noticing that she was holding her glasses clumsily in one hand, he slowly pried it from her hand and took it from her. Observing the dirty glasses, he set it on the desk next to the bed. A bottle of half-drunken water sat next to the glasses, the label torn off and the bottle marked with different marker colours. He noticed a drawer slightly sticking out.
Slowly pulling open a drawer, he found a pencil box and a slightly torn sketch book. Looking back to the young girl and making sure that she was asleep, he picked it up. Pulling the cover up, wincing as it made an occasional noise, he looked at the first drawing. It was a sketchy drawing of a dog and a person. He recognized the two from a show that he would sometimes watch with her. He flipped along the pages, noticing that there were large time gaps and times of improvement. The last sketch before it went into vast emptiness was a sketch of him and Watari. Lots of eraser marks were on the page and it showed she worked on this one for a while.
L took it and tore it out of the sketch book with a stoic expression. He couldn't risk this sketch getting into the wrong hands. The computer's light illuminated the sketch, leaving an eerie, ghost-like feeling. As he put the sketch book back into place, he decided he could dispose of the page tomorrow. Folding and slipping the piece of paper into his pocket, he laid back down unto the bed. Fatigue began to waft over him slowly; midway he idly shut his eyes. 'It's not like I'm going to fall asleep' he lied to himself. The humming of the monitors buzzed throughout the room, creating a eerily calm sensation in the room as sleep dawned over the person who struggled to stay awake. 'I'm not going to fall asleep...'
If it wasn't easily noticed, the girl is L's younger sibling. This one's also pre-kira.
Disclaimer/ I don't own Death Note.