Ficlet #7: Match Point
Boys frustrate me. I hate all their indirect messages,
I hate game playing. Do you like me or don't you?
Just tell me so I can get over you.
(Kirsten Dunst)
Every time the boy's wide-eyed innocence seeped through the monitors, L cringed. What had become of the sly, scheming male that had pummeled him on the tennis court? This person was not the Light Yagami he knew and enjoyed. This image of superior beauty, of intense devotion to good, of complete denial of any wrong-doing threw L's mental balance askew.
How could such a perfectly idealistic and unimpugnable human play the sadistic, mercurial games L knew and delighted in playing?
Truthfully, and L was always truthful with himself, he desperately longed for Kira to return.
