A Fork's Tip
By accident a few days ago I got obsessed with L.I've been watching the series for three days now and I'm already on 17.I love L immensely, so I just had to write for him.Hopefully I sorta captured his personality just a bit, I was surprised that he was pretty hard to write with xD I really hope I didn't screw him up. Well...um...enjoy my first Death Note ficlet,I guess :D
The man smiled when the shimmering glass bowl was placed in front of him. He took the fork in his usual limp way and delicately pricked one of the rich, red jewels nestled in the flawless glass. Strawberries were always one of his favourite treats but this time there was something special about them. While their tops were nothing more than a pure, healthy, bright red, their bottoms were a dark, luxurious brown. Indeed strawberries were a gift from Heaven, but chocolate dipped strawberries came from God himself.
He took before he was able to stop staring at the delight and actually experience its out-of-this-world taste, another thought crossed his mind. While he was sitting there, alone and ready to dive into self indulgence, people were dying. Kira was still killing, and he was certain not to leave any help or clues behind. Men were working tirelessly, straining both their mental and physical strength to stop just one man. Of course it was no ordinary man. He was a killer who had stumped even the great detective himself with his abnormal and excessive ways of murder.
So while that so called "great detective" was off shoving strawberries into his mouth, Kira was probably plotting, scheming, planning- call it whatever you like he was up to no good that was for sure. The detective glanced from the fruit on the tips of his fork and then back out the window. Finally in a swift yet at the same time, some how slow movement, the strawberry entered his mouth and sent forth a wave of flavour and pleasure. He smiled. Kira could wait, it was strawberry time now.