"If L's a genius then B's an extreme genius. If L's a freak then B's an extreme freak."
The man known most popularly as "Watari" had left the scene; business to attend to most likely
The man known most popularly as "Watari" had left the scene; business to attend to most likely. As his foot steps faded into the long corridor, began to speak, trying to escape from the awe he felt. "Greetings, 'B'," 'L's head was positively spinning. This boy…it's like he had stolen his face; his posture, hair and clothes even. To not appear rude, 'L' held out his hand so that it may be shaken.
'B' coldly turned the hand away. "Don't waste my time with petty gestures, 'L'," he retreated back to the chair he was sitting awkwardly on before, "What is it you want with me?" His tone was impatient. 'B' had little tolerance for slowness, and 'L' wasn't being too quick about making his point.
'L' was almost insulted that this young man was not bowing at his feet. He was practically an idol. Then again, it's to be expected. This kid was, or at least was trying to be, exactly like him. He himself would never dream of becoming something as pointless as star struck. 'B' sucked down a cup of tea loudly; almost angrily, and repeated his question, "What is it you want with me?!"
The adult became startled. He jumped a bit off the ground, and gathered his thoughts the best he could, "Pardon my intrusion. This may sound odd, but I merely stopped by to take a look at you," an awkward silence ensued.
Questions boiled in his brain. 'B' was absolutely baffled. His curled stance unfolded once more, as he set down a jar of jam he was about to devour. "You mean to say," he began, "that I'm not the heir to your name? That's not what you came here for? You wanted to look at me? I'm not some circus attraction!" A pair of sharpened scissors was hurled across the virtually empty room. Chilly, unwelcoming hands clamped down on 'L's limp shoulders. The young man's voice raged, "Everyone thinks I'm so strange just because I want to be you! Is that so wrong? HUH?! But the thing is, I don't want to be a mere copy ofyou, 'L'. I want to surpass you. I will beat you. I'll be everything you could never be…I will be 'L'." 'B's eyes flamed, as they stared the detective in the face; grip tightening on his shoulders with every passing second.
'L' was still panting from the scissor incident. Was this kid going to kill him or something? His eyes widened in fear, and he tried to push his obsessed fan away. He failed. 'B' clutched his idol's face in his hand. He ran a slick tongue up the side of 'L's smooth, pale cheek. 'L' quivered under the sensual touch. "So this is what I must taste like, eh?" 'B' licked his lips, trying to savor the taste. "Like honey…Taste me. What do I taste like 'L'?"
AN: See? told you there'd be some sexiness ; Sorry, It's still kind of short. You'll deal with it.