Chapter 3
L woke late the next morning. When he went downstairs, he found his breakfast and a note:
We're at school. We'll see you later.
L sighed with relief. There really is a god. Thank Kami it's not Light, he'd just have them skip school to torture me.
Back in the county jail, Light sneezed.
L ate the food and left the mansion, deciding to stock up on candy. Of course, the nearest place was a convenience store, so all the sweets were lollypops, donuts and whatever else he could find.
L shrugged—yes, he was that desperate.
After dumping as many sweets and such into a basket, he went to the cashier.
They stared at him as though he was inhuman. L smirked, and tapped his card against his cheek. "Do you really want to defy me?"
"Er…no…"
They rang the number a few minutes later and L left rather happily, a lollypop in his mouth. When he returned to the mansion, he snuck into Sunako's room and took out…
Ooh. I remember this movie. The Nightmare before Christmas in his hands, he went to the parlor. L used to love this movie before he turned ten. When he wasn't working, he'd watch it whenever he could.
He giggled strangely, almost creepily, when the movie began. He mouthed the words of "this is Halloween" at the beginning and ate a box of donuts and downed several glasses of milk through the movie.
He returned to Sunako's room again after finish that movie and took out Edward Scissorhands before playing that movie.
It was brighter, but still, he felt relaxed, almost calm by the time the teenagers came home.
They had, apparently, rescued Ranmaru, but L did not notice them come in.
"Hey, candy," Kyouhei said, reaching for a strawberry cake.
L kicked Kyouhei and the boy flew across the room.
L's eyes glowed deep red. "Don't touch."
Kyouhei normally would have retorted, but he was unconscious.
"Whoa…he's stronger than Kyouhei!"
"Go," L snarled, "do your homework."
They left him to his musings and L took his treats up to his room.
He glanced after coming back and saw that she was taking her videos back.
"You're done with them right?"
"Yes."
"Next time, get your own videos."
L's eye twitched. He felt his dignity begin to slip away, as well as morality and sanity. He balled his hand into a fist and approached the girl. Sunako didn't seem fazed at all when he cornered her, punching the wall.
"I don't like you, brat," L growled, staring at her harshly. "Nor do I like your housemates, but I don't like you especially, Nakahara-chan. Already I've figured out what I'd do to all five of you if I could kill you."
Sunako blinked and smirked. "Go ahead and kill the boys. I'll gladly help, trust me. Besides, I want to see a real corpse."
"My policy is ladies first."
"I'm not a lady."
"Girls first, then."
"I'd like to see you try to kill me. You won't be able to even lay a finger on me."
Why, oh why, did I get rid of the Death Note? L asked himself. His black eyes stared into her violet. She has pretty eyes…what am I thinking?
L raised an eyebrow and stroked her cheek with a finger. S
Sunako snarled and pulled away, hitting his hand back.
"I just laid a finger on you, Brat. Killing all of you will be that easy." He turned and walked to the bathroom. He needed a bath—something to do to help him think.
After getting into the bath, L tilted his head back and reclined, eyes closed.
He saw those violet eyes stare at him defiantly deep into his subconscious. L opened his eyes, berating himself. He never had any interest in women before—not because he didn't like women. He just wanted to find a girl that was mature enough and smart enough for him.
Maybe that small encounter was bad enough. I certainly shouldn't have threatened her and her housemates.
L mentally beat the crap out of himself. All sanity was seeping out of him the longer he stayed here. By the time Watari came to pick him back up in a year, L would have to be sent to a mental hospital. If it got so bad that he really did kill the boys and Nakahara-chan, he'd probably be sharing a cell with Light.
He closed his eyes again. And her eyes stared back, daring him to try to kill her. He opened them again, frowning.
Why are those eyes burned into my mind?
He closed his eyes for a third time, but this time, when her violet eyes glared at him, daring him—coaxing his insanity—his lips moved without him truly thinking:
Sunako-chan…
L opened his eyes for the fourth time and he sat up quickly. "What is going on with me?" he asked himself. "She's a kid."
But you've got to admit; a nasty little voice murmured in his inner mind's ear, she's got nice eyes.
L hadn't heard that voice since Misa. Of course, he instantly shut the voice off and forgot about that feeling. He was glad he did. Misa, the second Kira, was worse than Light on many grounds—idiotic girls just caused trouble.
Next time you're alone with her, kiss her.
"Absolutely not," L said to himself. He stood and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. "What would be the point of doing something so pointless?"
L dried himself and got dressed before heading to his room again. He had just closed the door when someone knocked. Sighing, he answered. Oda-kun was outside.
"Dinner's ready."
"Not hungry," L snapped, shutting the door in the teenager's face. So long as he was around any of them, he'd go mad. The only logical conclusion, therefore, was to avoid them.
This was all Watari's fault, L reasoned. If not for him forcing me to come here, I wouldn't be having any problems with my sanity!
He grabbed a book and began to read.
He finished two chapters when someone knocked on the door again. L rolled his eyes and went to answer the door, again.
Sunako shoved his dinner in his hands and left. He raised an eyebrow and looked out the door, watching her go.
Damn! She's hot! The evil inner voice shouted. It wolf whistled.
Go away, L mentally snapped.
Just do her already!
L closed the door and set the food down on his desk before slapping himself—hard. The voice left. L rubbed his cheek and sighed before taking his dinner and, grudgingly, ate it.
He grabbed a notebook and began to write.
Assassination Plot of Following Teenagers:
Nakahara Sunako—rip those damnably gorgeous eyes out with that damnably sharp tongue and stab repeatedly with a very sharp kitchen knife.
Takano Kyouhei—Find an iron maiden…burn the remains.
Morii Ranmaru—Castrate then hang from the top of the roof upside down with the knife that was used to kill Nakahara in his heart.
Toyoma Yuki—…Will get back later…
Oda Takenaga—burn alive!
After L had written the list, he blinked, and stared at said list in sheer horror of what he had written. He tore the page out and ripped it to shreds. He grabbed the phone and speed-dialed Watari.
"L, for crying out loud!"
"SAVE ME!!!"
"Here's Mello."
"No! Watari—"
"Hey, L," Mello said.
L sighed. "Hello."
"Something up?"
"I've come to hate teenagers."
"…"
"Are you still there?"
"But…I'm a teenager."
"You're at least bearable! Not the teenagers I'm with."
"Did you try to assassinate them yet?"
"Not yet, but I came up with how I'd do it for all but one…"
"Sweet."
"No! Mello, not sweet—bad! Very bad!"
"I'm passing you to Near."
"But—"
"Hi, L-sempai," Near said. L wanted to cry.
"Are you just going to be mean too?"
"Eh? I heard something about an assassination plot."
L had no idea how he was going to answer that…
"You're not going to kill anyone are you?"
"Pray for me, will you?"
"Er…I didn't know you were religious."
"Just pray for me!"
"Fine! I will. Jeez." Near hung up and L bit his lip. He grabbed a box of donuts and got under the covers of his bed eating them.
You're definitely going crazy aren't you?
L nodded. Not even a week and he was already losing his mind.
yes, L has a perverted side. Also, don't ask me why the gang knows L's real name. That'll be revealed later.
