Watari was trying his best not to visibly shake. L was creeping the fuck out of him. Blood and sweets... What kind of craving is that anyways?
Ryuzaki has never had this problem before... So why is he becoming mentally unstable now? It can't be because someone is influencing him. Maybe he has always been this crazy and I just never realized it... No, I would have realized it sooner. Possibly because he has, again, always been this crazy, but is deciding to show it now? That is a very high chance...
Watari continued his internal debate while L had a crazed grin. L doesn't know why, but for some reason, he has been having this urge to laugh and smile. It was an... Awkward feeling.
"Watari..." L said with a sing-song voice. Watari felt chills go up his spine.
"Yes Ryuzaki?" He asked.
"I REALLY need to fulfill that craving right about now." L said, forcing back that stupid urge to laugh.
Watari gulped. "What do you want me to tell the taskforce?"
"Tell them I'll be back in an hour or so. Also, if they ask why, that I'm at the bakery." L explained before jumping out of his crouch position. He walked out of the headquarters after getting his jacket on.
A knife and a jar were in that pocket coat.
(? P.O.V.)
I had continued walking after meeting that awkward man. But he's not the awkward one, you are. A voice echoed in my head. I silently growled and held my Usagi-chan closer.
I turned the street corner that would lead back to the funny farm. Mother and father took me there a couple months ago, and never returned. They died by a car accident. My mother and father were both criminals who were raising me to also become one. When they both realized I could see the numbers, they thought I was no eligible to become one or something.
So, a few days later, they took me to an institution where the crazy people go. They left me there to rot and die just because I wasn't fit to be their son.
Wow, a lot of drama for an 8 year old.
The people in the white jackets led me to a white room and locked me there. In a white room full of nothing. It got quite tedious in there. After a while, I started asking to walk around town. The people in the white jackets couldn't deny my freedom any longer and accepted.
A month later, the people told me my mother and father died in a car accident.
I was happy.
HAPPY!
Then there was earlier today when I was walking around town and saw the orange haired man.
Light Yagami.
What a very.. Different name.
He had about 5 years, 28 weeks, 96 days, and 2 hours two live when I last saw him. I was too tired to convert it all into years and days, so I'll jus go along with whatever the numbers said.
I sighed. "I wonder how he will die? I need to conduct some experiments.." I mumbled and with my free hand, I chewed on the tip of my thumb. It was a nasty habit I had picked up after seeing my father doing it.
I was so lost in thought, I didn't realize another awkward looking man was right in front of me, and I crashed into him.
"Ow..." I muttered bluntly while glaring at the man. The first thing I noticed were his obsidian eyes, and the fact that he looked just like me.
(L P.O.V.)
I was walking around the neighborhood I had dropped Matsuda's body off in before I felt someone bump into me. I stumbled back slightly while the thing that bumped into me fell backwards.
"Ow..." He mumbled. I looked down to see a little boy, about the size of being 5 or 6, below me. He glared at me before a look of shock covered his face.
"I'm sorry. Here-" I leaned down and held out my hand for him to take. The boy stared at my hand for a minute before nervously accepting it. That's odd.
"T-Thanks." He whispered. He looked back up at me before looking above my head.
"Hm... L. Lawliet, 10, 10, 10, 10 to live.. That's unusual. I have never seen anyone with perfect numbers before." He said in amazement. I looked to him in confusion.
"Numbers?" I asked. He scoffed and glared at me again.
"They always ask me that. What are the numbers you say? I don't know or care, but when the numbers reach zero, they die." The boy said before walking around me.
I quickly grabbed his wrist, the whole reason I left in the first place leaving my mind. "Hold on a second. Do you mind coming with me for a second?" I asked again.
He looked unsure. "I can't... The people in the white coats are expecting me home by 7..." He said, then yanked his wrist out of mine. Before I could explain or object, he ran away.
I sighed and put my hands in my pocket. I remembered what I was doing out here when I felt the knife and jar. "Oh yeah..." I mumbled before walking towards my destination.
White coats huh? He must be an institution patient. I stayed there for a little bit when I was his age. The people there all had white coats. Who was he anyways? Numbers? What a strange little child... Wait a minute...
It was then that I started realizing how he figured out my name when I hadn't even gave him a clue of who I was.
Yes, a boring chapter, but at least BB met L right? Why don't we pretend that the number system goes by years, weeks, days, and hours. Yes... I like that method, what about you?
I know I used the word awkward a lot, but I was tired and I couldn't think of a substitute
Sorry about any mistakes, and please review and tell me how the story is going or if I need to clarify anything!
~Jay
