Inspired by borammy(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/death-note-Ryto-and-L-33622300


A young boy walked down the stone path, his school uniform crisp and perfect and his book bag slung over a shoulder. The eleven year-old brunette watched the path as he walked, his light brown eyes not really seeing anything. He had heard about a murder last night, on the news. Apparently, there hadn't been enough evidence for the murderer to be put away. He clenched his fist. The murderer should've been punished, someone should have punished him. The boy, Yagami Light, reached into his book bag and pulled out a crisp, red apple. He looked up with just his eyes. Someone was walking on the same path, but the oppesite way.

A young boy walked down the stone path, his baggy t-shirt and jeans hanging off his hunched frame and his hands shoved firmly in his pockets. The eleven year-old boy with messy, wild black hair watched the path as he walked, his dark, bagged eyes seeing every detail. He never went out much, He could never trust anyone enough to be friends with, so there was never a reason to go out. But he liked seeing other people go out. They were interesting. Though, sometimes he wished he did have a friend to go out with. The boy, 'L', pulled out a wrapped-up strawberry on a stick and unwrapped it. His eyes blinked up. Some walked the oppisite way to him, but on the same path.

Just as Light stepped past the other boy, he crunched down on his apple.

Just as 'L' stepped past the other boy, he took a nip out of his strawberry.

Light would always remember the almost inaudible sound of the strawberry.

'L' would always remember the crunch of the apple.

They would both forget why and where from they remembered these sounds.


'L' read over the last part of Kira's message.

L, did you know

Death Gods

only eat apples?

The crunch of an apple years old echoed through his head.


Light saw 'L' sit down, a sweet cake in front of him.

He watched as the cake slowly dissappeared.

Piece by piece by piece.

Until 'L' popped the starberry into his mouth.

The almost inaudible sound of a strawberry years old echoed through his head.


A/N: So, whadda ya'll reckon? It occuered to me when I saw that picture. Well, only the first segment thing occured, and I built the rest on 'cause I wanted to.