Well... Chapter 2. Thank you so much LightIsTheKey14 for such a nice review! (hugs) Well, here's chapter 2!

If Emotions are For the Weak- Chapter 2

London mornings were always unforgiving; icy rain endlessly lashed down on the concrete pavements, the once-upon-a-time blue sky was a dull grey as ever, and the cold was bitter and cruel. It was no exception this day.

The wandering child cursed his own forgetfulness for not picking up his coat- he was shivering from head to toe and looked no better than a drowned rat. He glanced down at his pale hands. As expected, his fingers were red from the cold. Regardless, L silently trudged onwards despite the dismal weather.

It had been a night since he had made his great escape; he had sat on the rooftop and carefully planned a route so that he wouldn't get lost.

That plan hadn't gone too well.

Now he was cold, alone, and terribly hungry (he hadn't ate the previous day, as he had ran away from school- a day off wouldn't hurt his grades at his level of intelligence now, would it?). Life was painful at school, too. He was frequently bullied because of his looks and abnormal ways of doing things; the teachers usually agreed with the bullies. The world was cruel; L had learned that the hard way.

'At least I have my notebook... I guess...?'

For as long as he could remember, L had always lived by the quote "You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind," said by Mahatma Gandi. He didn't really know who that guy was, but those words meant so much to him; during the worst of times, L had took refuge in his wardrobe and settled himself by pushing his mind to the limit. Whether it had been solving a puzzle or writing a small novel, it was L's idea of complete serenity. Sometimes lateral thinking was what kept him sane.

That reminded him- there was a spare crossword sheet in his jeans pocket. Handy.
Almost automatically, he perched on a nearby bench in his usual curved manner and whipped out the paper ( a little worse for wear, but it was something, right...?)

In a matter of seconds, L was on the case; the mission? Complete the crossword before the rain destroyed it.

"Hmm... Well, one vertical's lachrymal, that one there has to be denigrative...This is rather easy. So much for 'super difficult'..." He muttered to himself. Once L began a puzzle, he was engulfed in the endless possibilities and options he could take in order to solve the challenge before him right until the very end...
In fact, so much, he nearly didn't notice the hand grab his shoulder.

Ooohh, bet you can all guess. Who it is... ah well xD
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~7MD