Watari peeked into the playroom. L had a pair of sock puppets on his hands, telling a story to the other children.
"Die, evil alien scum!" he yelled, his right hand attacking his left.
"Oh, No!" the left lamented, "I have been defeated!"
The children clapped, cheering.
L switched the sock on his hand to one with exaggerated red lips and a head full of yellow yarn.
"Oh, you were so brave!" he said in a high, female voice. "Kiss me, you fool!"
"Eeeew!" the other children whined. "L, that's gross!"
L pouted. "Hey, I'm telling the story here!"
Watari smiled.
"Having fun?" he asked.
The boy looked over, a huge grin plastered onto his face.
"Yeah!"
"So, L, are you okay with staying here?"
L thought.
"If I stay, can I still be a detective?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Then, yeah!"
Watari smiled wider.
L, he thought, you can do anything you want, as long as you believe in yourself. As long as you never lose sight of what's important to you.
As long as you do that, you can be anything.
A/N super short chapter, I know. But please review anyway!
