Title: I will always B.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: none...really
Rating: PG
Warnings: Another Death Note: Another Note inspired story (yes I am on a BB kick atm). Drabble. An introverted character study kinda piece.
Description: B's purpose is to follow in L's footsteps, to take over should something ever happen to the other detective. That is his role within this game but that does not mean that he will willingly accept this fact.
Disclaimer: Death Note, L, BB and all characters/places/concepts are (c) Tsugumi Ohba and Takashi Obata. I only use the characters for my own twisted sense of fulfillment (and hopefully to amuse/intrigue some other fans too).
He stretched out the
cramp in one of his legs with a sigh of pleasure and a slight grimace
at the delicious feeling of the muscle stretching. Only Kami knows
how L could sit like this for hours and hours on end without any
seeming discomfort.
He rubbed at one of his eyes with the back of
a jam covered hand.
"You should get some sleep if you're so
tired." his room mate spoke up, not glancing away from the
glowing, flashing screen before him
He frowned minutely. He had
never seen L sleep, in fact with the size of the dark circles beneath
his idol's eyes he wouldn't be surprised if the other boy ever slept.
He tucked his legs back up against his body, balancing on his feet on
the seat of the chair in a posture which was becoming more natural
for himself as each day passed by. His eyes skimmed over the tiny
words on his screen, yet another unsolved police case which he
already was beginning to unravel even as the officers were still
entering the data into their hacked information base.
"I
heard from Mello that L had solved the Parisian Tailor case this
morning."
He paused, glancing briefly to the other occupant
of the room. The other boy was sprawled out on his stomach across the
unmade bed, cigarette hanging from his lips, headphones blaring out
some tune from his discman which he could even recognize clearly from
over the other side of the room, fingers viciously stabbing at the
grey games controller in his hands. He clenched his fists, knowing
that the other boy wasn't waiting for a response, already knowing
that one would not come and he himself wouldn't disappoint, already
knowing his place in this game.
He stood, stalking over to the
wall and taking in his wall plastered in images and notes of the case
he had been following for seven months now. He had seen it coming. He
himself had already solved the case, in fact it had been within the
early hours of this morning during which he had finally seen it all
clearly.
Then again he shouldn't have expected any less from the
infamous L. The other had only been asked for his input on the case a
mere three weeks ago and he had solved it already. He wondered if the
other had found the information he had loosed out of its tightly
constructed network for him. Things which he himself had found useful
in coming to his conclusion after such a seemingly long period of
time.
He absently ripped the papers from the wall and discarded
them on the floor which was already littered with other random notes
and files from both old and new cases. No. L had probably already
known of these facts before he himself had, those files had been
encrypted within the database in such a way that they had practically
followed one another, that is if you looked at it from a certain
sugar obsessed detective's point of view.
He rested his red
saccharine stained hand against the wall as the sudden shock jolted
through his system. Had L been playing him all along? Had the other
been the one leading him through the case while he had thought it the
other way around?
Of course. It was all so obvious now in hind
sight! He grimaced once more, his eyes widening as his fingernails
ground into the dirtied wallpaper, his fingers leaving faint smears
of jam over the surface. He knew now. He knew and it both shocked and
appalled him, although the dissatisfaction was nothing new.
This
was the reason he would always be L's Backup.