Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note… obviously…


L,

We have known each other for a long time, for as long as I can remember. I have admired you from the moment I saw you on that first day. I strived to be just like you, to duplicate your every action and trait. I thought maybe then I would be important. Maybe then I would be someone that people would admire. I now realize that I was hiding my true feelings. My feelings for you. I was so conflicted. I struggled through those times. Had my ups and downs. Don't we all. I could never find my place in life. What role was I to have? I always envied you. You knew who you were going to be. A detective. Someone who brought justice to an otherwise cruel and unfair world. I respect you for that but I must say that my path has brought me to an entirely different side of the spectrum. The next time we meet, I think that we will be separated by cold, metal bars or six feet of dirt. Either way, we will end up separated and alone, something that was inevitable from the beginning. It saddens me but alas it is true. What everyone has always said about me is correct. I am insane, mentally unstable, and ready to snap. That is why I must leave. Forever.

-B

B stared at the note in front of him, staring at it long and hard. It was written crudely and anyone could tell that he was emotional while writing it. Almost a bit angry. The words made deep indentations in the page as he pressed down hard with the pen. B gritted his teeth, contemplating what to do. He had his plans arranged perfectly. He was completely honest when he said that he was going to resort to crime. He just had to execute it perfectly. Maybe then L would realize his feelings toward him. Once feelings of joy now turned to feelings of animosity.

B sighed, tearing the paper from the notebook he had written in and grabbing the matchbook he kept on the bookshelf. Striking a match, he held the flame, staring at it for a few seconds until holding it close to the paper. It instantly caught, burning freely. He threw it in the waste paper basket, watching it burn to ash before leaving.

"Until we meet again, Lawli," he muttered, turning and leaving forever.


~AN~

Ok I admit it this was really short... I didn't have any better ideas. This was pretty much what I was doing when my teacher was droning on and on about poetry. Sorry for the long wait for an update. School, busy, other stories... enough said. Anyways, this is pretty much just a letter that B writes but L will never see about his unresolved feelings and how he was leaving for a life of crime. Poor BB-kun. Anyways... thanks for reading and reviewing!