Warnings: OOC-ness,(It is an AU, and the characters are mentally ill) possible yaoi, and swearing in later chapters

Full Summary: L Lawliet had always been a little off. Though, when he is forced into a mental hospital he is forced to come to terms with his 'special' needs.

Light Yagami has something wrong with him, everyone tells him that. He can't really believe that, after all he is god, he is perfect, and he doesn't need anyone else anyway.

Mello has been in the asylum for years, and he is good enough to be let out. But, he believed, something horrible would happen if he doesn't stay there for exactly 14 years.

Matt loves himself. Everybody else must too, they just had to! Matt doesn't care about what they think other then that, and you know what? He doesn't even give a damn that he just broke that guy's wrist on the way.

Normally, and he had a reason for this too, L Lawliet did not show any emotion. He barely even spoke to his caretaker. But when his sleek, black limousine pulled into a gigantic mansion's driveway, his mouth dropped a little. And that was a rare occurrence in itself for the young man.

Lawliet debated whether or not to bother talking. Finally, he decided opened his mouth, "Watari, why are we here?" The monotone sentence hung in the air for a while. While the silence elongated, L pondered things like, Why are we not at the bakery? and Why isn't Watari answering me?

At breakfast time he had left to replenish his supply of cakes, but last time he checked the bakery was not a huge house surrounded by ten-feet-tall fences. Or was it? No, his mind told him, you have never been to a bakery like that, you probably never will, and you've just entered the grounds of an unknown person's mansion.

L had indeed been driven into the grounds of a mysterious building, and said building was currently leering over his limo. And for some reason, his limousine was slowing down. Why are we stopping? What are we doing here? He was getting inwardly hysterical, or at least as hysterical as he could be.

"Watari, do not make me repeat myself."

"Ahh, L, I had forgotten about you, and you should know not threaten people so often, it hurts feelings."

Lawliet stared, his panda eyes practically never blinking. "I would hope you did not forget of my existence, and I do not care about other people's feelings. Now tell me what we are doing at this establishment."

"Now, now. That is exactly why we are here. I am sorry, L."

"What?!" It all made sense now. And with his level of intelligence, he should have foreseen this turn of events.

Even as he was about to be knocked unconscious by several men in white suits (Where did they come from?), L didn't show any signs of emotion. When a needle was pushed through his arm placing bubbly, purple liquid that seared through his veins like liquid metal, he did not show any signs of acknowledgement, and when he was forcefully put in a state of rest he had not been in for many months, he did not let any emotion flicker across his face.

Instead, right before he had lost all the senses he had, he put out the last word he would say to Watari in a long time. "Bye"

From Way Back When. (AKA L'S PAST)

L Lawliet had been working on one of his many cases when it had begun. Watari had to begun to mess everything up. Looking back at it now, L would have had a more enjoyable (That's debatable) experience in life if he had fired the old man back then.

"L-kun, I worry about your health. You have been in that position eating cake for many days. Have you even gone to the bathroom?"

"… using Japanese suffixes does not effect me in any way."

"Why do you insist on not showing emotion, even to the closest thing to a friend you have?!"

"… maybe I don't want to"

"Lawliet, I believe you may be-" here Watari, or Wammy, paused to find the right word,"-special."

"… Right now I am considering firing you as I take in your stupidity. Calling me 'special' means you believe me to have a mental illness."

"But, indeed I do. You have all of the symptoms: no desires to have close relationships, always choosing solitary activities, no interest in,-" ahem,"-sexual activities. You are cold and distant, you are indifferent to my praise or criticism, and you never take pleasure in what you do!"

"… I can assure you, Watari, I do not have anything wrong with me. Those aren't 'symptoms', they are just quirks. They are 'normal' to me. Do you get it?"

"I do."

"Good, now go get me some cake."

Though, if L had listened while Watari had walked away, he would have heard muttered plans of mutiny.