An idea that sort of just popped into my idea while watching a Death Note episode. It's very brief, though, not even breaking the 500-word barrier. Try to enjoy.

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LOCATION: Kira Task Force Investigation Headquarters

TIME: 3:43 a.m.

The full moon shone brightly through the top floor window. A dark-haired man strolled across the room, hands in pockets. He was hunched over, dragging his feet across the floor. His disheveled hair fell messily over his jet-black, circular eyes. Hands in his pockets, he made his way over to the refrigerator. As he pulled the handle, light pierced through the blackness of the night. The man spotted what he was looking for.

A slice of cake.

L, the greatest detective known to mankind, grabbed a fork and made his way out of the kitchen. He made his way toward his desk, and sat down in his usual crouching position. Most of the task force investigation team fell asleep. The hard amount of work and stress had taken its toll on the members. However, L could conscious during the day even with 3-4 hours of sleep. L noticed Matsuda nearby, head on desk, snoring away. Turning attention away from them, he scanned his desk, and noticed something new. A small, portable hand mirror was standing next to his computer monitor. Probably one of Misa's lying around. As he reached to pick it up, he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time.

Himself.

Quietly, L stared at the man in the mirror, who stared at him back. The deep, dark eyes. The bags located beneath them. The messy, unkempt hair. A piece of cake next to his lips, which he quickly disposed of with his tongue. Those features could only belong to L.

The image of himself reminded L about who he was.

Many, many years ago he was an orphan taken into Wammy's House, a lonely boy, misunderstood by his peers, and recognized by adults.

A little less in the past he was all ready solving cases without fail. He was on his way to becoming L.

Recently he had taken on cases even the best of the best couldn't solve, and solve them.

Now he was the world's greatest detective, a detective who, right now, whose only purpose is to capture Kira. That was his, L's, goal.

L found himself staring at the reflection more. He pondered.

What kind of person am I?

That was a question not even the world's greatest detective couldn't solve. He strayed away from it. As far as he was concerned, he was L. He finally swayed away from the mirror.

There was a cake that needed his attention.