Cake Wars
Prompt by Animelover5008: "I think it would be cool if Harry came to the orphanage and met L." This is my SECOND entry for this prompt, and is hopefully more in line with what the reviewer was hoping for.
Premise: "In which L discovers a rival...in cake."
Warnings: Erm...L is really quite possessive of his cake. Also, like the rest of these prompt responses, are UNBETA'd
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L glared at the interloper, his pale eyes wide and unblinking. The boy blinked at him, his green eyes bright behind his oversized glasses...glasses that made him look like a scruffy little owlet. L fucking hated him.
The boy...the-the thief...stared at him, stupidly confused, as L's eyes locked on the lips smeared with pale pink frosting. The smell of sugar, of juicy strawberries and succulent cake, hovered around the boy like a cloud. His fingers clenched tightly in his jeans, his toes digging violently into his seat, as he watched the boy lift his fork from his—L's—plate, a generous bite of cake tangling off the end.
L's gray eyes widened, dismay twisting his lips, as the boy bit through a particular juicy strawberry, moaning happily.
Honestly, he couldn't see how Watari could dare call this brat a genius. L knew he was about as subtle as a blow to the head, and still the boy kept on stealing bite after bite of his cake, off of his plate. It was monstrous, it was cruel...
...and the damn kid seemed oblivious to his slight.
Green eyes locked with his pale gray, both pairs equally startling in pale faces topped with mops of messy black. L was sure, if he was prone to fancy, he could have imagined this boy, this little hooligan, as his evil twin. Only someone with a mind bent towards crime, and bloodshed, and evil could do this to him.
L's fingers clenched around his fork as he fought back the urge to stab at the thief's hand. Bite by bite, his cake was being stolen from him, and Watari was just...just...smiling, and not doing anything, and he was not happy. At all.
Finally, the boy blinked, green eyes staring down at the mess he'd made of L's poor cake. Finally—finally—a flush of shame spread across his cheeks. "I'm sorry...here, let me just..."
L watched, scowl fixed firmly on his face, as the thieving idiot pranced across the room, as happy as you please. He glared into the boy's back, ignoring the chiding Look he knew Watari was shooting him. He didn't care. The boy had stolen all his cake, and Watari had watched it happen. In his mind, the least his guardian was a good, long sulk.
The boy turned, a large plate in his small hands, topped with the most gorgeous confection he'd ever seen. Gleaming white frosting, topped with strawberries, and apricots, and peach slices, drizzled with strawberry compote. It was magnificent, and...
L blinked, his breath catching in wonder, as the boy set the plate firmly in front of him with a shy smile.
...and it was all...his..?
Wide, gray eyes locked with sparkling green. "Mr. Watari told me you liked cake, so I made sure we got extra, so that we could share."
"...share?"
The boy beamed at him, all fluffy hair and ridiculously bright eyes. "Yeah...because friends share, and we're going to be friends."
L ignored Watari's chuckle behind him, his brow furrowed in thought. Friends..? He wasn't sure what he thought of the idea. To be honest, he'd never had friends, so he wasn't sure even how to approach it, but...well. If friendship meant more cake, even if he had to share a bit with the little Cake Thief, then he supposed it wouldn't be too bad.
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This is ridiculously fluffy. I have no excuses, save for one: I couldn't really see L bonding with anyone so quickly, unless there was some sort confection involved. I know the prompt didn't specify bonding, but still...I wanted this one to be less creepy than the last entry.