Author's Notes

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L sighed as his alarm clock went off, he had been awake for a while but he had decided to laze around that morning. He had something on his mind; his work...

Sure, he was sixteen now, but great detectives start young.

The teen sat up and turned off the irritating clock that sat on the small table beside his bed, and dragged himself towards the bathroom.

He was glad that there was a bathroom attached to his bedroom, he loved the other orphans but he wouldn't want to be chased every morning to get to the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the small mirror that hung above the sink and sighed once more. He never really knew why there were dark lines under his eyes, perhaps it was a genius' trait? Or perhaps he was losing more sleep than he had noticed.

With another small sigh, the teen turned on the shower and began his normal routine.

L walked down the small staircase and headed towards his office. He walked in a hunched posture, with his hands in his pockets and his head turned up. He found it some-what comfortable... If you could believe that.

Upon turning the corner, the teen caught sight of his most favoured orphans.

Near sat by a large puzzle, the albino was rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he pieced the jigsaw together. Mello sat a few feet away from him, the blonde had fallen asleep on his companion, Matt's, shoulder. Matt was glumly pressing buttons on his PSP, the redhead kept yamning as he slowly completed the level he was on. And then there was BB, who was rarely tired. The red-eyed teen was happily talking about something to Near while he ate from the jam jar he was holding.

L smiled to himself at the sight. One day, one of those orphans would be his successor. He wished it could be all four, but Watari had clearly stated that only one could take his place when the time came. But L knew they'd all follow his footsteps either way. It didn't matter If one was given a great title, they were all his successors. They just didn't know it yet.

L turned another corner and walked away. He knew that one day he'd return to his work. But until such a time came, he was going to enjoy the time he had.

It's not always blood that defines your family, it's your heart.

And L knew that the Wanmy house was where his heart belonged.