Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime death note.
-A-
Mail sat at the table, staring at the blank screen with no emotion crossing his features. He was uncertain how he should feel. Or react.
Should he react at all?
He adjusted his goggles—green ones he had found in an outing to the city—and turned away.
Whammy gave him a troubled glance, yet thankfully remained silent. After all, what could he say?
Today was Mail's birthday. He turned twelve.
Today, Mail died.
He was to be called Matt now.
He was to become L's asset, to train as his double, his field asset on cases. At one time, Mail—Matt, might have jumped at the idea. Only...
Today was his birthday, and father had not mentioned it. Not once.
His gift, was a pseudonym.
"Mr. Whammy, what does father wish for me to learn first?" He asked blandly. If this was what father wished, then he would do it. Somewhere, somehow, he still held hope that he would be acknowledged.
"Mail-"
"Matt. Please remember that Mr. Whammy." Business. That's all it was. And would be.
"Defense. As well as..." Mr. Whammy trailed off and Matt knew the answer on his own. Interrogation tactics. Should he be taken captive, L needed to be certain he would not break.
"We should get started." He stood from the chair, shut the laptop down, and stared up at the elderly man. He noted the sadness in those eyes, and wondered if he ever looked at L the same way.
Somehow, Matt did not think it mattered.
-Pseudonym-
AN: I now have up to 17 written and will be posting again this week, wrote 11-17 last night XD