-Test-
"I am done," the boy looked away from the computer screen long enough to ensure he had his fathers attention before saving what he had done. The raven haired man leaned over from his precarious "seated" position to view his work.
"You finished approximately five point two seconds faster than last time. Congratulations."
Mail beamed as his father praised him. He wanted to do good for him. The better he was, the harder the schooling became. But that was alright by him, he liked to beat his previous scores too.
He was bored with the regular studies that Mr. Whammy and Roger set him up with, and often doodled or fidgeted so much that they had him tested for some disorder or another. But what father gave him to do with the computers, he really enjoyed.
Ever since he had laid eyes on one of those machines he had been fascinated.
"I will have Quillsh allow you more access to the computers. You do well on your other studies when your mind is engaged properly," with that said, his father stood, hands in his pockets and bare toes flexing in the plush carpet.
Mail's smile faded a little. That meant he would be left alone again with only the company of the two aging men.
"I have work to do. I will be gone a while this time."
The only time he ever really spent with his father was in this room, surrounded by computers and being tested. He loved computers even more for that reason; they connected them when nothing else seemed able to.
"Can you stay longer, father?" He pleaded.
"No. My work is important."
Mail's lip trembled and he launched himself at the man, hugging his waist tight. "Don't go."
"Mail..." His father sighed and he clung tighter. He hated when his father left. Hated, hated hated-
"Mail, I have to go. Please stay on track until I return." His father pried his smaller limbs from around him, and set him on the couch. His eyes watered and he noted the odd look in those wide dark eyes. Was he being bad somehow, for missing him?
His father sighed and was greeted outside the room by Mr. Whammy.
"L, are you leaving already?"
Mail stopped listening. Father never spent much time with him. He would have to get better and prove to him he was worth it.
L glanced back, just once, before the door was shut and their hushed voices could no longer be heard.
Just once, he wished they would pretend he mattered.
-Score-
AN: were you expecting this? and is everything as it seems? hehe
Special thanks to reviewers:Amour en Rayures, Keono, Deadly Nightshade1395, MelMat
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime Death Note
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