~Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or its characters. ~Note: I've learned to love this pairing because it is very entertaining and B is fun to write. This is my first drabble (I've always wanted to write drabbles) and this is my first actual story with B and L. They will be short and full of our favorite detective and psycho… Enjoy!
The day B saw L was both the best and worst day of his life. From the moment he saw him, his world faded to grey, as if he and L were the only two people on Earth. B and L were young, the same age, although L had been at the Whammy house for longer than B had. B instantly stood stiff, studying the boy with his blood red eyes. L had disheveled raven hair that covered much of his face but B could still see his onyx eyes under the mop of hair, bright with intellect that no young boy should possess. He had dark circles the resided under his eyes, most likely from lack of sleep. B resisted the urge that his mouth had to drop open in shock. L was the kind of boys he only had ever dreamt about and never expected to see. But here he was, standing a mere ten feet away.
"Beyond?" Mr. Whammy asked the boy who had been standing frigid next to him. Of course, behavior such as this was not uncommon at the house. These boys had always been, for lack of a better word, different from others. "Come along," he said, pulling the still frigid boy along. B's head seemed to turn like an owls as he tried to keep his eyes on the boy across the room. According to his eyes which since he could remember had a unique quality about them, the boy's name was L Lawliet. A strange name but compared to Beyond Birthday, completely normal.
"Who is he?" Beyond asked dreamily, seeming to almost be in a trance. He of course already knew the boy's name and his death date but other than that nothing.
Mr. Whammy smiled knowingly and replied, "That is the boy I was telling you about. That is L." Beyond could barely hold his excitement at the knowledge that that boy was the boy he was to be succeeding. He would try his hardest to be just like L, to make him proud, and draw L's attention to him.
He was led to his new room, simple with just a bed, closet, and desk adorning the room. Mr. Whammy left, leaving Beyond to his plans. He began to ruffle his hair so that it would match the perfect disheveled that L's had accomplished. He slipped on a pair of loose blue jeans and a white baggy shirt that hung on his bony shoulders loosely. Then, he slipped off his shoes and looked in the mirror. Staring back at him was a stranger. He looked like a copycat of L, minus the eye color. He would use this feature to distinguish himself from L. Beyond had grown quite fond of his blood red eyes that could see all and more. He felt they demanded more respect and fear than plain colored eyes.
After an eternity of staring in the mirror, Beyond Birthday threw back his head and began to laugh a laugh that caused kids to have nightmares and scarred even adults. It was a laugh that belonged in only the most horrifying horror movies.
Yes, the day B saw L was both the best and worst day of his life. That day he saw the best person in the world. That day he lost his sanity.
~AN~
How was it? This is my first drabble so I hope it was good. It was funny because I was watching the play Hair with my family when I came up with this. Hmmm watching a play about Hippies and coming up with a B and L drabble… strange.
Hope you liked it and I'll work on getting more on soon. I'm also working on an FMA fanfict right now so we'll see. Thanks for reading all you B and L fans!