Tomorrow s Dawn
By Andruindel
Hey, readers. It s me, Andy! And, guess what, I'm writing again! I decided I wanted to write some more LxAmy, so this is why you re getting a series of one-shots about them. Some of them may be about L before him and Amy, or about some other D-note characters, but, you should all just be glad I m writing again, hehe
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"I'll always love you, L."
Her voice echoed hauntingly inside L's head, keeping his thoughts racing and his eye open. And people wondered why he was an insomniac. If they tried sharing his thoughts, they would all understand. But no one could see what was in his head, or know about the memories that plagued him at all hours of the day, so no one understood. They all whispered about his oddness, and his insomnia, thinking he couldn't hear them. He could hear them alright, and sometimes it hurt knowing how strange people thought he was.
The night wore on, and L lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Amy was in the next room over, but she was most likely asleep. He didn't want to wake her up if she was, so he stayed in bed, alone. After what seemed only a short time, L sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and glancing at the clock. It was four in the morning. Some how, the entire night and slipped away. Soon, the sun would be rising, and he would need to get back to work. He was investigating a murder, but the details were simple. The man was clumsy, lazy; he acted like he wanted to be found. It was a murder far below L's usual standards. But Amy made him promise, on almost a daily basis, that he would stay away from the well publicized cases.
The Kira case was still painfully sharp in both of their memories.
Curling into his familiar, and comfortable position, with his knees drawn up to his chest, L stared at the wall. He began gnawing on his thumbnail, his thoughts whirling. He could still hear her voice; he always heard her voice, but most days he was good at pretending he couldn't. It was only when the sun sank, and the darkness enveloped the world, and he was left in his bedroom with his own thoughts, that he could no longer avoid the memories. That was why he spent most of his nights awake; that was why he buried himself in the work he did. And with Amy insisting that he stay off the big cases, at least for a little while, his sleepless nights were getting worse and worse. She couldn't see it, though. She was still caught up in what some people referred to as the honeymoon stage of their relationship. With the Kira case closed a mere four weeks before, Amy was overjoyed at the time they got to spend together. His since the case had been spent mostly free, except for the few minor cases he had taken on. So he and Amy got the chance to be a real couple for the first time since their relationship began. They got to spend time out of doors, walking and shopping, and otherwise entertaining themselves. L could remember vividly the last time he had spent such an enjoyable time with a female. It was her voice that haunted him, and had haunted him for all those years. Sometimes, when he was with Amy, holding her hand, or resting on the couch with her in his arms, he would let himself go back in time to those happy months. He wouldn't go as far as to pretend that Amy was her. He could never do that to her. But he would let himself remember, and he would let the grief come back. Sometimes.
A heavy sigh lifted his thin chest, and he let it escape into the night. He hated thinking about her, but he couldn't stop himself. The memory of her, of her voice, her eyes, her silvery laugh, were burned into his mind forever. When he closed his eyes, he saw her. When he tried to sleep, she would whisper things into his ear. Softly. No one else could ever hear them.
I'll always love you, L...
A creak of springs signalled that Amy was moving in the other room. She was probably just turning over, but as L listened, the springs creaked again, and he could hear her tossing and turning through the thin walls. It occurred to him that she may be having a nightmare, so he uncurled, and stepped out of bed, bare feet making no noise on the thick carpet as he paced cat-like toward the door. It took all of five seconds to leave his room, and turn to the right, where Amy's door was. Not at all unnerved by the darkness, he stood with his ear to the door, listening. Amy was still tossing and turning, so he knocked, softly.
"L?" He could barely hear her soft cry over the stillness of the night. As if it would be anyone else...
"Amy-chan," He opened the door slowly, peering into the bedroom and blinking owlishly in the light of her beside-table lamp. She was sitting up in bed, her blankets pulled up to her chin and her eyes wide. Staring beseechingly at him, she let her bottom lip protrude just a touch, and L felt a smile touch his lips. Without another word, he crossed the room in three strides, and climbed into the bed with her, as she was silently asking him to do.
"Trouble sleeping?" He asked as she snuggled up against him, nuzzling his chest.
"Mmm-hmmm..." She murmured, already sounding sleepy. L wrapped his arms around her, getting comfortable, for he knew he would be spending the rest of the night there. Once Amy got comfortable, or warm, there was no moving her until she decided she wanted to be moved.
"Insomnia?" She asked suddenly.
"Yes..." L whispered. It was the most convenient excuse he had ever been offered by the medical world. Of course, he was technically an insomniac. He could go nights without sleeping, simply because his body (or mind) refused to let him. But he could never let anyone know the exact reasons behind his sleeplessness.
"You should look into medication, or something..." Amy muttered into his shirt. She tightened her arms around him, and then pressed a soft kiss to his chest. L said nothing in reply. He only squeezed her in return, and rubbed his cheek against her soft hair. Amy's hair was nothing like hers. Amy's was soft,and thick, and curly, and it tickled his nose when he buried his face in it. Hers had been straight, and thin, and always perfect. Even when they were out in the sunshine, together and happy, her first concern was whether or not a stray hair was out of place. Amy was never like that. When they were together, she had eyes only for him. She was like a puppy; she adored him.
"Amy..." He whispered softly. His tone must have caught her attention, for she roused herself enough to tip her face toward him, uttering a soft gasp of surprise when he pressed his lips to hers. L could count the times they'd kissed on two hands, but each kiss they had shared so far had been special. The softness of her lips against his both amazed and fascinated him, and he thought he would never grow tired of the feeling. When he pulled away, Amy was smiling up at him.
"What was that for?" She asked. Her cheeks were tinged slightly pink, and her eyes were shining.
"Nothing..." L said. He hugged her close, squeezing his eyes shut. "I love you, Amy-chan." He whispered.
"I love you too, L. I ll always love you."
Shifting over to turn off the bedside lamp, L then settled back into his position. Amy's breath settled into a steady rhythm, signalling that she was asleep, but L remained awake, letting the tears he always strove so hard to keep in fall as he held Amy close. Some day, maybe, he would tell Amy about her. But for now, he would just let himself be happy in his beloved's arms.
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I think that turned out a little more depressing than I had originally intended. Apparently, and I know this is absolutely NOT canon, L had a previous love interest, and she's been haunting him for years. I have no idea who this love interest was, but she sounds lame to me. I also have no idea how L managed to find another love interest, since he's so painfully anti-social, and socially awkward, and probably a little bit shy, too. Anyway, thanks for reading, peoplez! I appreciate reviews, and keep an eye out for the next one-shot! I have no idea when I'll get it written, or what it's about, but I'll post it when I find out!
