L/Watari – Family/hurt/Comfort – Fuckin Perfect (Based on the song by Pink)
Slight AU, Watari is a nurse. Inspired by pinks song fuckin perfect and Hannah Montana's song butterfly fly away.
Disclaimer: Death Note and the song the story is based on is not mine.
L whimpered in his sleep as he dreamed of two figures shouting at each other in the next room. A young L crouched hands over his ears, eyes clenched shut as he tried to block out the loud noises. He hated to hear them fighting, this was all the time.
Suddenly there is a crash as something is thrown across the room and breaks making him tremble remembering that had once been his own arm breaking.
His parents fought all the time often taking their anger at each other out on poor L. L had ended up in hospital more times then he could count on two hands.
It wasn't long till a male nurse tending to him begun to see a pattern. As he was tended to L would sit there in silence not a single sound while his parents said he had had an accident and was accident prone. The male nurse didn't believe him and reported L's parents.
An investigation was set in motion and they asked L if he wanted to talk about what his life at home was like saying they could help. L felt to trapped and scared that he spewed it all to the male nurse tiers streaming down his cheeks.
This nurse that had been tending to him and whom he spilled all to was called Watari.
L was taken from his parent's home and placed into a Care Home where he was given counseling; however he refused to speak to the many people who tried to help him. When Watari came to visit him and see how he was he clung to Watari and cried into his chest. He wouldn't speak to anyone but Watari.
As the year passed L slowly opened up to Watari about what had happened and they became closer and closer. Watari felt like L: was the son he would never be able to have, as he was unable to conceive.
He and a now 14 year old L sat on the sofa of the care home L snuggled in Watari's lap. "L how would you feel if I asked you to come live with me?" he asked softly stroking L's great mop of black hair. He loved it, it was so thick and wild.
L looked up at him shocked for a minute before he answered "I would love to live with you." He said with a small smile. The first smile he had ever given.
Things were soon set in motion and within a month L was packing his things that all fit in one suitcase and was on his way to Watari's house.
The house was an old Victorian style house that was decorated beautifully. There were many paintings, some containing Watari and what L presumed where his parents and family.
L was given the mot beautifully decorated room for his own right next door to Watari's bedroom.
Watari was alone in the house, his wife left him when she discovered he couldn't have children. But that was all in the past Watari thought as he looked down at L.
L smiled at him and hugged him resting his face on Watari's warm chest.
Back in the present time L was crying and whimpering as dreamt of his life before Watari and woke with a start screaming out for Watari.
Watari was in his room within seconds only being next door and rushed over pulling L tightly into his arms.
"Shhh now my lad you are safe." He said softly stroking through the thick hair and rubbing his back.
"Daddy…they said….am I perfect?" he asked needing to hear those words Watari had said the first night he had had the nightmare.
"Yes L my son you perfect in every way. You are my Angel" he said stroking his hand through his hair and wiping the tiers away. L was now nearly 20 years old but even at this age he still was so close to Watari the man who had saved him, his true father.