Title Ashes…Ashes…
Author Uozumi
Genre General (hopefully a little bit of everything)
Rating PG-13
Disclaimer I do not own nor claim to own this. The characters, ect...contained within are not my property. This is an act of fandom and I do not make a profit from this endeavor.
Summary A collection of drabbles surrounding L, Raito, and Misa. Pairings and genre vary. Title change. 003 title: Subway.
Challenge 003. Endings.
Note Yeah…yeah…fanfic100 challenges. You can now point and laugh. I just need something to jumpstart my inspiration and motivation again. Rated PG-13 as a whole, not for this specific chapter. Also I changed the title to reflect this morbid rhyme:

Ashes,
Ashes,
We all fall dead.

Ashes…Ashes…

Collapsing onto seats in the subway, three silent cheers emit from their beings. Normally one of the old policemen would have accompanied the girl on her "emergency shopping trip," but she had worked her way into getting her love interest to come with her, and at some point their seemingly unhygienic looking eccentric companion had also come along. They each carried two or three bags – she wasn't the type of girl to shove all the bags on them – and their feet all hurt from walking up and down the streets going in and out of almost every store for what seemed like multiple times.

The weirdest of the group pulled his legs up so his feet were perched on the end of his seat, the short laces of his ratty sneakers not even tied. Looking past the teenager with dyed hair at the girl, he saw how she still remained perky despite being just as exhausted as they were. He could also tell the other young man was tired as well, but he wasn't showing it outwardly at all.

"That was fun and productive," the girl said happily as she examined the bags in her hands. She had bought several clothes and shoes, mostly for hiding in public, and some for possible bedroom fun. She was still unable to admit to herself her boyfriend might be asexual.

Said boyfriend said nothing and tried to ignore the eyes on them. For someone who didn't want to be seen, he dimly wondered why their dark haired companion always sat in that stupid position. He mused over bringing that point up, but decided not to. He didn't want to know why the older man did what he did.

The bell chimed and their stop was announced. Groaning inwardly, the two twenty-somethings and one teenager exited the car and began to make their way the new hotel they were staying in.

End 003: Endings.