I'm not calling him by his real name because I don't want to spoil it for others who haven't read that part...
I repeat, he is not DEAD.
...I hope.
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The rain was pounding exceptionally hard that night. So was L's sweet tooth.
"I'll have a bag of mini marshmallows, seven gourmet cinammon buns, fifteen bars of sweedish dark chocolate, twenty-one boxes of strawberry pocky, four slices of canadian apple pie, and a vanilla ice cream sundae."
"...I'm sorry sir, but we don't have anything that you've asked."
"What! I thought this hotel had the finest room service in Japan!"
"Sir you must've dialed the wrong number. This is a flower shop."
"Do...you have at least a bag of mini marshmallows?"
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That's how L, investigator extrordinare, ended up in a flower shop across the drenched street from his cozy hotel room, buying a bag of mini marshmallows.
Did I mention he forgot his coat?
"Sir, that'll be seven dollars and eighteen cents."
He handed the polite lady behind the counter a handful of hundred dollar bills, took his thumb out of his mouth to say to the gaping cashier, "Keep the change."
Grabbing his beloved sweets, L turned to walk out of the shop.
"Sir wait!"
"The girl's outburst caught his attention.
"What?"
"W-w you like a c-complimentary fr-f-frog?"
L raised his eyebrow at such a peculiar question. "Why?"
"Y-you see, w-we give our cc-customers a free frog for ev-every purc-chase ov-ver ffi-fiove dollars."
"Okay. I'll take it...but only if you stop stuttering. Or at least tell me why you're stuttering."
"Umm...I c-can't..."
L sighed. "Fine, give me the frog."
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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Ribbit."
"Ribbit."
"Ribbit."
"...Ribbit one more time and I'll drop you."
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Dang...Why didn't I bring an umbrella?"
"...Ribbit."
"...That's it!"
Kiss.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. DROP.
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The moment he dropped the frog, L felt a heavy weight settle on his shoulders. Trying to shake it off, L continued his way down the dark, dingy street towards his warm, tiny hotel room.
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The frog was furious. Not the "you spilled chocolate milk on my rug, I'm gonna kill you" furious. The " You killed my family with a big-arse sword and laughed as you split open my uncle's guts, I'm gonna rip open your body and feast on the remains" furious.
Why?
Because an insolent human had threw him on the ground, of course.
If you're wondering why the frog, who's name is Akito, can think in a humane way, it's because it's actually...a Shingami.
But not just any Shingami. The one Shingami who instead of heaving a Deathnote, condemns people to death...by kissing them. And it just so happens that Akito had pecked L's hand before he fell...
I know, corny. Don't worry it gets better.
Sooner or later.
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It really does get better.