Chapter 4
"You should've seen the look on your face!" Misa laughed. "Everyone knows the Death Note is just some urban legend. It would be cool if the diary was one, though."
L resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Well, that's a relief. At least we can cross out 'play God and kill thousands' as a potential motive," L said, his voice oozing sarcasm. Then he pressed, "Amane-san, what do you know about the diary, then? If you haven't read it or written in it, then what—"
"The contents of the diary are not of your concern, detective. We only need you to bring it back," Rem urged suddenly.
Red flag. L studied the stoic bodyguard, whose expression betrayed nothing, though she probably knew something. I wonder what secrets this pudgy-nosed, purple-haired giantess of a chaperone is hiding. "Are you trying to make me pry into the matter, Rem-san? You've already sparked my curiosity; you'd only need to ask."
Rem started dangerously, but then Matsuda swooped in with cones of mint chocolate chip ice cream in hand. "Er, here's something to cool you down. Compliments from the detective!" he quipped with a forced laugh.
"Eh? Ice cream?" Misa wondered.
"Yes! We have cake too, if you want. Sweets make up the only major food group in L's diet, which is why that's all we stock up here," Matsuda chuckled.
The superstar eyed the dessert with disdain, but seemed intrigued by this tidbit about L. "Detective, you know how they say 'you are what you eat'?"
L cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Well then, what does that make you?"
"A genius whose brain demands high metabolic upkeep?"
"I was thinking more like someone who's really sweet beneath a hard exterior."
L must've blushed from his ears to his toes.
Author's Note: I know it seems a little weird to tell a story in such small chapters, but it's actually a really fun challenge that I intend to carry out to the end! Please be patient; things will get interesting, I promise. Thanks for reading!