A/N: I don't know how I feel out this one. It is really short too. :/ I'll do another upload tomorrow and I can guarantee it will be better. :) Enjoy! x

L is for... - 40. Lunge

n. a sudden forward thrust of the body

"Where are we going?" She asked him as they walked down long corridors of some building she had never noticed before.

It was the weekend and she had complained about the confinements of the hotel, more than usual lately. Watari offered to take her somewhere but he never specified where they were going. She assumed that L was busy because he wasn't with them, or maybe whatever they were doing wasn't of interest to him. The limousine ride was filled with silence because she didn't know what to talk about. It was a sunny day and she still felt confined as she walked inside the building, because she would've preferred being outside.

Watari looked behind him, to make sure that she was still close to him. He didn't want her getting lost, something that happened in the hotel quite often even though she had lived there for a while now. "I have some time off, so I thought I would teach you something. It is actually a hobby of mine Dee."

"What is it?" She didn't mind that he hadn't answered her question, D was more curious about what they would be doing.

"Foil fencing." Watari opened up the next door and they entered the large room.

Inside there were only two tables which held two sets of equipment on them. The rest of the area was empty apart from a strip of material on the floor in the middle of the room. The larger set of equipment was obviously for Watari and the smaller set for herself. She watched him put on his fencing outfit and looked to her set, seeing the chest protector for the first time. Holding it up to her chest with her thumbs and forefingers, she gazed down and started to laugh.

"Watari, do I have to wear this?" She was still holding the protector against her chest, this time her hands were on the breast mounds. "It is going to make my boobs look ridiculously humungous!"

"Yes, you have to. It is mandatory."

D couldn't keep a straight face as she put everything on over her clothes. In her mind, when she put on the mask, she felt like an astronaut, minus the rocket ship. When they had finished getting ready, Watari led her to the middle of the room. They stood a few metres away of each other on the large strip of material. She moved the foil blade around with her hand, trying to find a comfortable position and also having no idea what to do.

The blade was over half her height and weighed lighter than a block of butter. Watari lunged forward when he knew she was watching him and with a thrust of his arm in momentum with his body, his foil hit her squarely in the chest and bent with the impact. Even with a bent foil, she was push backwards because of the force and she was grateful for wearing the chest protection. Somehow knowing it would've hurt otherwise. Under his mask the elderly man gave a victory smile, it was good to know he still had the moves in his old age.

"That is one point for me Dee." Humour was laced in his voice. "You can only gain a point by having the tip of the blade touching somewhere on the chest or back area."

D tried to copy his earlier movement but Watari easily parried her and immediately made another attack, this time hitting the side of her stomach. They carried on like this, moving backwards and forwards. She didn't get one point, while his points piled up going into the double digits. As the time passed, she had a sneaking suspicion that the reason Watari brought her along was so he could feel superior again. In the room he was Watari the master fencer, instead of being L's caregiver.

It got to the point where only she was walking backwards, always in the defensive while Watari was in the offensive. "Can you go easy on me? It is only my first day." She complained as the pain of every blow started kicking in and becoming more than just a dull ache. Luckily she hadn't exposed her back to him, but she was sure he wasn't that mean.

"The only way you can effectively improve is by facing an opponent much more skilled than yourself." Watari spoke as if he was telling her the world's biggest secret.

"What she needs to do is stay still." L called out upon entering the room, he stayed on the side-lines with his slouched posture.

"Huh?" Her concentration disappeared when she looked of at him, making sure it was really him she heard. Watari took the opening and stabbed her in the side. "Ouch!"

"I win again." Watari knew how to be smug and she figured he learnt from L.

"You're supposed to be teaching me, not using your advantage over me Watari!" She faced the elderly man again, trying to ignore the other man in the room.

"My apologies Dee, I couldn't help myself." Her eyes narrowed and she doubted that his apology was sincere.

"D just-"

"Shut up L!" She cut him off.

All the times of losing to Watari in the short period she had been in the outfit was suddenly wearing her out. Yes, she was inexperienced, but now she wished she just stayed at the hotel and in her laboratory. It was a place where she could work in peace and also where she knew everything and was the best compared to these two. She took off the mask, wanting to feel fresh air against her face even though Watari started protesting.

"I'm only trying to help." L had his eyes to the ground in an attempt to look sorry, but the tone of his voice said something entirely different.

"I don't care! Unless you want to be over here with this foil, I don't want to hear anything coming from your mouth." D decided she was never going to complain about being in the hotel again, but she still wanted to at least get one hit on Watari. It would be a big accomplishment for her.

"But what-"

She threw the weapon at him but he easily dodged it by side stepping. "You missed. I don't think they were created to be used as projectile weapons."

"Go, get out!" She walked up to him, turning him around by the shoulders and tried to push him closer to the exit.

"Why? I want to watch." He dug the heels of his bare feet in the floor. The polish on the wood was working in her favour and she was still able to move him. It was just a lot harder.

"You don't watch L, you observe." She finally managed to open the door and shove him out of it. "I don't want to be under your critical eye. Now I'll see you when I am finished."

"That's okay!" L shouted through the door as it slammed shut in his face. "There are cameras in that room. I will just observe you in my room, like I have been since you began!"