"I am absolutely starving, give me something with chocolate in it!" I slammed my hands onto the counter of the convenience store, alarming the cashier. I was panting and in a hurry, my feet were killing me and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I dug out my wallet to pay for a large bag of candy before dashing back out onto the sunny street to munch on my snack as I walked. If I was late again Matsuda would surely eat me alive.
Being a parent is hard work. Being a single working mother is basically superhuman but I can't take all the credit for that. Matsuda practically raised my son himself. Not to mention my sister who can be remarkably cool on occasion (plus she babysits for free). And my parents who visit all the time these days but never have once asked me any of the questions I really didn't want to answer, but I have a feeling that I can thank Matsuda for that one to.
I stuffed another handful of chocolate into my mouth. What were these things even called? And how could I buy half a million of them? I turned a corner too sharply and had a near toppling incident. Sometimes I really hate work.
To cut a long story short, I have a good life. I have a beautiful son who means the world to me. I have a best friend who is always there for me. I have a family who doesn't pry into why I suddenly have a kid. I have a nice apartment and an even nicer salary.
Irony however has followed me closely. I now work as assistant editor at one of the top fashion magazines in Japan. Figures. I also have a fun female work friend. Her name is Misa Amane. All of our misunderstandings and catty arguments dried up when she saw me so miserable for a while.
I still keep up with the Kira investigations. I have discovered that baking is actually quite enjoyable sometimes and so I supply the taskforce with much needed cookies. It is a hard job but someone has to do it, glad to be of service. Aizowa is like the older brother I never had. He has a daughter about the same age as my son and I have spent many an afternoon with his pleasant little family. I do pretty well if I say so myself.
I clomped up to the elementary school just in time and only had a moment to pant and gasp before a little cannon ball nearly sent me over again and tugged me off, talking at record-breaking speed.
I was still pretty lost when I had him. The first year of his life was like a storm. I had zero stability back then and was liable to burst into tears over the smallest things. I had never really thought of myself as a delicate person but you see yourself in a different light after spending 5 minutes sobbing on the kitchen floor because your son isn't in the mood for mashed peas.
People, at first, had said that maybe I wasn't ready to have a baby and that I should take care of this problem before it got bigger. But bigger it did get, I couldn't give him up. I could say that I felt the need to carry on the legacy, or that I needed to have some connection to what was lost. This is not the case. I just wanted my son.
I wasn't sure what to name him either. I couldn't exactly name him after his father. How awkward is that to explain, well I didn't know his fathers name. So I named him Lawliet. Not sure why, I just liked the name, it sounded so gentle yet aloof.
"Mom is that candy? Are you eating candy? Can I have some? Can I have your candy? Mom?" I felt small, mysteriously sticky, fingers begin to pry on my bag of chocolate. This meant war.
"No honey, you'll ruin your appetite." I patted his dark curls and tried to get a glimpse of exactly what was on his fingers.
"No, I won't. I'm really hungry. I didn't eat snack today. I wasn't hungry." It was brown; oh lord, were his fingers brown?
"Well then you can't be hungry now." I said primly and hoisted the candy higher.
"I just got hungry." He whined and made a swipe at me with a brown fist. Ahaha, pathetic child, I win this round. My superior height is your greatest weakness.
"Candy is bad for you. A growing boy like you needs good food so he can get taller." I smirked and him as he trotted along, pouting.
"Then why are you eating it?" Uh oh, he'd called me out. I had to think fast.
"Lawliet, what did you have for snack today anyway?" I tried to change the subject a bit lamely.
"Pudding, but it wasn't good pudding." I sighed with relief, that would explain the brown. I gave up this battle and offered him the bag. Oh, I am a bad mother.
*
When we got back to the apartment Lawliet wondered off to his room while I settled back at my computer to work. Animal print and the massive effect it has on the world perception of women and animal rights. Wow.
We had a quite evening, I ordered out for dinner and then put Lawliet to bed. I was watching T.V. and eating pop-tarts when my phone started to buzz.
I picked it up. It was Misa.
"Lavender! You'll never guess what happened the other day! It was so exciting, like, the most exciting thing that's happened in ages." Uh oh, exciting? Knowing Misa it was probably some new level in her skyrocketing fame. I prepared myself for a wave of jealousy.
"Takimura got kidnapped by the American mafia and they want to ransom him for the notebook!" Misa chirped.
That was unexpected.
I recovered quickly but my mind was still blown. I stammered into my phone.
"W- what? Just, so sudden! Why?" I realized that I was blabbered and shut my mouth. There was never anything useful that came out of my mouth.
"Some guy called us just out of no where when we realized he was gone. Light's working on it but I got tired so I went to bed." I heard her yawn on the other end. How an earth did Misa manage to stay so calm at times like this? I was pretty sure I wouldn't sleep a wink tonight now.
"So what are they gonna do? They can't give these people the notebook, how will they get Takimura out?" I stood up and began to pace around the room, running my free hand through my hair.
"I don't know, but I'm sure Light will think of something, he can do anything!" Misa giggled and I rolled my eyes, and then realized she couldn't see that.
The idea of Misa and Light as a couple still seemed somehow wrong to me. Light was always affectionate and Misa bordered on obsessive but something about the whole thing left a sour taste in my mouth. After having thoughts like this I would usually scold myself, thinking that I was just being bitter and cynical. Then I would scold myself again for psychoanalyzing myself too much.
"So I guess things are heating up down there again huh?" I asked distractedly, I had this weird urge to just get up and go over there, play detective for a while. Misa paused for a moment and I heard some muffled talking.
"Hold on a sec, Lav." She murmured into the phone. I waited, itching to rant about using my real name. A full minute later Misa spoke again, this time in a hushed tone with real concern in her voice.
"Takimura's dead but they have Sayu."
A/N: So we begin the second plot arc here. What will happen? I'm glad to see my little OC coming into her own now and being less of an obsessive L creeper. And yes I do love irony so I named her son Lawliet. Or maybe Lavender has magic powers that let her sense the names of her dead jerk lovers so she can name her son after them. Would it kill anyone to review? (Apologies if it would actually kill you, we don't want any of that.)
