- pAge 1-
g i f t e d
L sat on an overly floral chintz chair opposite Watari, in the way he always sat; knees pulled up to his chin with his feet beneath him, almost like a perching bird; a raven. He added countless sugar cubes to his black coffee and stirred it with a silver spoon held between his thumb and forefinger which he discarded afterwards among the sugar loaded debris that was collecting on the table beside him.
Watari waited patiently for L to speak, his eyes sparkling less than they used to. It had been a few weeks since A had taken his life. Although Watari was deeply saddened that this had happened, the world continued to turn.
"What will you do?" asked L, finally. He stared innocently at Watari over his coffee with his wide, dark-circled eyes.
Watari was taken aback by this having expected L to tell him what to do, "W-well, look for someone else…"
L took a loud slurp from his coffee before setting it down. Nodding slowly, he picked up a shiny red bag and plunged his hand into it, taking out a pile of toffee popcorn. He then scooped up a beige file and began picking through the various documents. It seemed crime never left L alone, and he would never leave it.
"Where will you look first?" he asked, before throwing some popcorn into the air and catching it in his mouth.
"Actually, I'm not sure."
L began to create a marshmallow-waffle-gummy bear(all colours except red)-fudge kebab, "There are many orphans in the world," he said, seemingly off topic.
"Indeed there are, we have Wammy's House as an example," replied Watari, not really knowing where this was going.
"Hm, you educate them, don't you?"
"Indeed, they are the best of the best, although I don't really see how this helps our predicament."
"You don't?"
"No, do you?"
"Should I?"
"Yes…"
"Oh."
L hopped up from his seat and began to search for something. Having found his lap top he flicked it open and began typing in his unusual way. Watari watched him, wondering if he was going to continue or if that was the end of their conversation for now.
"Wammy's House, orphanage for the gifted…" he read in English.
"That's right," said Watari moving towards L and looking at the laptop screen.
L looked expectantly at Watari and then it clicked. A smile spread across Watari's aged face, how could he expect anything less from L?