A/N: This is just a short drabble for death note. The protagonist is the table. So…. I don't know! Hope you enjoy it anyway.
In the garden was a table for two, neatly set up with the red plain plastic tablecloth, a vase was in the middle with a purple flower sprouting out from its mouth. On each of the chairs were soft cream coloured cushions, purposely put for comfort. The table was empty, but it used to be sat by two respectable geniuses, used to be a table of discussion, from the world politic to the animal preservation, where the two geniuses would argue until the evening approached.
For a while it seems to be abandoned, but living in its memory was more than that. It remembered the smiles that it used to watch, the smiles that passed across its flat base full of happiness. It didn't forget the sweet aroma cake that was used to be placed on it, usually it was chocolate but sometimes strawberry, and the pieces would scattered on the floor, leaving mess to be cleaned.
The blond hair would grumbled, "Stop spilling your food, and please, hold the spoon properly. You're going to drop it, L"
Oh yes, the guy with the dark underlines beneath his eyes was called L. He was quite weird, sitting in the perching position, holding the spoon with the tip of his fingers, sucking his thumb like a baby, and he wasn't even walking properly. He was being so childish, but that was the cutest personality he owned although physically, he was older than the other one.
"I can't, Raito-kun. I've always do it that way," he would muttered lowly.
Raito, if it recalled back, was the boy with light brunette hair and golden eyes, or blue, or green. It wasn't very sure, yet the personality was very clear in its remembrance. He was the sort of person that would claim a possession as his belonging, he would tender it with good care, and in this case, L was his possession. Therefore, he would gently care for him in his own way.
"Oh, come on, L. Just give it a try", argued Raito.
"No, my way of holding a spoon is my unique ability".
"Don't be so stubborn, or I'll force you", threatened the boy again, his hand was trying to grab L's unwilling hand.
"Oh, yeah? Let's see how Raito-Kun would make me", L challenged, moving a little back from his usual position. Neither of them wanted to lose.
Feeling ultimately tested, the light brunette would climb over and placed a kiss on his challenger, and the table would shaken violently as the action was getting more and more frantically. It was hurt to be shaken too much but the table didn't care as it was too, enjoying itself, together with the couple.
It would be a while before the kiss broke up, and the couple would breathe heavily, one was blushing red and the other was grinning with his gaze setting upon him.
"Raito-Kun is cheating!" accused the raven hair detective, pouting a bit.
"I did not".
By then, it was getting darker, the shade of orange was mixed with slight Indigo, giving the sign that it was to be night again.
"Let's go inside", said Raito, dragging L behind him, leaving the mess for the maid to clean it tomorrow. And the light would lit the hall room again, contrasting with the dark shadowy garden outside. Curtain would be pulled for privacy reason and the gorgeous moon would gleam in the sky together with the sparkling stars as companions.
So long, that was how it remembered, and not very far from that period of time, the couple moved to somewhere else, not knowing the reason, and now, it was feeling alone again, for the chairs were empty and there was no conversation to be heard.
THE END