Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or L. (Unfortunately)
Shopping
One sunny Sunday afternoon would find a strange, yet mysterious, detective outside. Though it was quite unusual for said detective to be out and about, even people such as he needed to get some shopping done, and this shopping, no matter how close they were, was a bit too personal for the young detective's dearest friend and confidant Watari to do for him.
And so, L Lawliet walked down the busy sidewalk, seemingly not paying attention to where he was going, though in truth his large onyx eyes discreetly took in every bit of his surroundings in the greatest detail.
He did not need to stare in to each window as he passed to know where he needed to go. What he needed was quite simple, in fact. L did not make a habit of appearing in public, if not for the obvious lack of social skills the genius possessed.
After many a minutes walking down the frustrating sidewalks of the large city, he arrived at his destination. Though his emotionless eyes did not show it, the detective was quite relieved as he stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk, earning him a few comments to which he ignored.
He entered the store, dodging the woman who looked to be about to ask him if he "needed any help finding anything". It took him one minute and twenty-three seconds to arrive at the section in the back of the store that he was seeking. His eyes skimmed over the contents of the racks and tables of clothing before he settled on one he found suitable. He walked to it in silence, in the company of only one other person, whom was looking at something else nearby.
As he sifted through the clothes, he eventually found a few that he liked. He really only needed one, but it was a hard decision. He made a mental list of reasons one was better than the other, but it wasn't working so well. He really liked them both.
He was so absorbed in fact, that he didn't notice the sneaky sales woman he had dodged earlier come up from behind him. He would be lying if he said that she didn't surprise him when she appeared, since he rarely lost himself to the point where he ceased to pay attention to his surroundings. L briefly entertained the idea that the woman was a ninja or something similar in a previously life, but quickly pushed that aside since it was not only unlikely, but also not something he needed to be thinking about at the moment.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" she questioned, her voice smooth like butter yet still annoying, as most sales people's voices were. L's annoyance did not show as he turned to her to respond. Before he rejected her though, he came up with an idea that could only benefit him, and he quickly determined the outcomes before he spoke. This of course only took seconds.
He gave a smile that only served to frighten the poor woman, though it was not his intention.
"Actually, yes," he held up the two items in his arms, "Which one do you think I should get?"
The woman didn't quite know how to answer as she gazed upon the boxers this strange man held up to her - one with a strawberry pattern adorning it, and the other with cupcakes.
The two stood in silence; the sales woman with a look of slight shock, and L with his usual emotionless expression, waiting for an answer.
L ended up leaving with two new pairs of boxers that day, quite pleased with himself for making the decision on his own.