Hi, my name is Lyri. This is my first fanfic up here, though not the first I've written. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DEATH NOTE or any of the characters.
Beyond was enthralled. For the first time in his life, he was seeing L. The actual L. The real L that he was supposed to one day become. After all, at Wammy House, he was known as B…backup. Though he had trained in many ways to be like L. Mastering all forms of math, history, and science. Mastering things most eleven year olds wouldn't even dream of learning. But finally, at last, he was meeting the mastermind he was meant to replace. L. The greatest detective in the world.
Beyond's first thoughts, aside from pure awe and disbelief, were 'he has black hair just like me'. Beyond wanted to be L, so this was a logical first thought. Beyond took in L. The whole physical being of L, studying everything from his pale skin, to his dark ringed eyes, to his unusual posture. Without even realizing it, Beyond began to slouch like L, and his gaze moved upward as his body was lowered slightly.
"Hello. I am L."
Beyond shivered. He couldn't find words. All he could do was copy. "Hello. I am L." Beyond instinctively blushed. "I mean…B," he said. He felt lame.
L examined his backup thoroughly. Rather tall for an eleven-year-old. Strange eye color. Black hair in a similar style to his own. And also a similar taste in fashion. L could definitely see this little boy being his backup. He was a lot better than the last Watari had chosen. "Backup. Hm…" Now that L had met him and was pleased with him, he decided it was time to move onto something else. "Well, then, let's sit down for some cake. I've got strawberry!"
B was a little taken aback. Was L…the L…inviting him to eat cake?
"Watari, would you get the cake for us?" L then proceeded to sit down on a chair directly in front of a little table. He motioned for B to join him.
B, still a little hesitant, walked towards to table. Before sitting down, he noticed L's sitting posture. "How do you do that?" he asked. He realized it was a stupid question. He'd meant to say why.
"Ah, you mean sit like this?" asked L. "Well, it's actually really simple, and extremely comfortable. And it allows my brain to function 40% more than usual. It's a personal favorite of mine." L smiled still in his strange position. He was sitting on the chair in a crouch with his feet on the edge and his hands on each knee. "Would you like to try?" L offered. "I guarantee it will improve your brain's functioning abilities. And I recommend it if you are to be my backup." L's eyes were expectant.
B, nervously, attempted to sit in the chair opposite L. He fell. His face flushed with embarrassment, he tried again, and this time succeeded. He coughed slightly then said, "So, you like cake?"
L's face immediately lit up, and he practically hopped out of his seat. "Oh, I like most sweets. They're especially yummy and are very good at helping me think. Strawberry and cherry are my favorite. But I also enjoy chocolate and anything sugary."
B was surprised to see L smile so enthusiastically. When he'd first seen L, he had thought L was the silent stoic type, but he now realized that L didn't fit into any stereotypes. "Do you like strawberry jam?" asked B.
L replied, "Oh, yes. Jam is especially good on cream puffs, and I also enjoy putting it on cookies."
B was about to speak again but Watari came in with the cake. L reached for it before Watari could set it down. He grabbed the fork out of Watari's hand and immediately dug in. Watari carefully cut a piece and put it before B.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to be wanting more than that," B said eyeing the regular sized slice of cake.
Watari smiled. "Then I'd better bring another cake."