Disclaimer: D: If we owned it, it would've been spelled "Dethnote" and L wouldn't have died.
It was a bright and sunny day - not that you would know it because there weren't any windows in the headquarters because of L's paranoia. Then again, that didn't matter either because of the flourescent lights surrounding the insomniactic detective's dark, shiny, bright, open-spaced, corner were bright enough to make the reflection off the gleam of Matsuda's magazine blind him.
"Hey, Yagami, who do you think is prettier? Ryuuzaki or Misa?" Matsuda directed towards him while flipping a page in the magazine consisting of many J-Rock/J-Pop stars as well as models from Misa's agency. He couldn't believe that these...visual kei people were MEN. They looked...anorexic! And prettier than Misa did in the same dress. And one of them had the same hairstyle as Ryuuzaki.
He had expected an actual answer. He could be serious too, it just never sounded like it because he wasn't as intelligent...
Instead, he received a blank stare from not one, but all three people in the room.
"Excuse me?" Raito finally managed to get out. What the hell was he asking? OF COURSE L WAS PRETTIER. Anyone not BLIND could tell from a mile away. FIFTY HUNDRED MILLION MILES AWAY! With binoculars providedly.
Misa took the silence the wrong way and jumped in next to Raito, hugging his arm, "Raito knows Misa is prettier! That's a stupid question! Ryuuzaki's a guy!"
Raito noticed the slight shift in L's sitting position as Misa grabbed him.
Matsuda pouted angrily. "Fine, whatever. Ryuuzaki! Which would you prefer? Yagami or cake?"
"What kind of cake?" came the reply. Raito gawked. What kind OF CAKE? HOW COULD HE NOT IMMEDIATELY CHOOSE RAITO OVER SOME DESSERT? Then again he hadn't chosen L immediately either, but with Misa in the room he really had no choice. WHAT KIND OF CAKE? He was hurt. Seriously hurt. He could feel the invisible tears welling up behind his eyes. Far, far, behind. But STILL.
Then again, of course, it was L. How predictable. He would not answer directly, but complicate the question. After all, it was one of the qualities that attracted him to-
"Hmmm...strawberry shortcake? Or Yagami?"
Wait. Wasn't L the one that replied with a bored "Yes, we've censored" to every girl in the university who had asked them about their level of intimacy? Misa, he realized, would be no different. L was straightforward, he didn't hide anything. He was completely positive that L would-
"Oh, strawberry shortcake. Definitely."
The words hit Raito like a ton of bricks. Strawberry shortcake. Was it like a fact that a slice of pink cake was worth more to him than Raito was? Definitely? That made it seem so obvious. Oh, yes. The cake is much, much more worthy of L's love than you are, Raito. Why would anyone choose Kira over cake? The idea itself was more than amusing! Why, he would choose cake over Raito anyday! Hah.
"I...I need to step out for a moment," Raito gasped, swallowing his breath and reaching for the handle on the closest door.
Once away from the monitoring cameras surrounding the building, he called a taxi and headed east. He needed to be alone. He needed to think.
Raito stared down at the carelessly rocking waves 985.3 feet down below. The water was surprisingly gentle as if enticing him, waiting for him to be engulfed by it's rolling arms. So… was this the end? He should have known all along, his place in L's heart. How did the evidence not slap him in the face? How did he not know, after L preferred to finish his twentieth portion of éclair rather than share a friendly moment with him in the bathtub? After he spent twenty five million on a stock of panda crackers, but receiving only 2 cents on a stamp featuring a Peking duck L found in Watari's desk drawer.
Why? Why? Whywhywhywhywhy…?
Raito felt dizzy from shock and his own stupidity. He rummaged his pockets and took out Mr. Imagay, his stuffed cow, who looked quite forlorn and limp. Mr. Imagay's sad, brown eyes looked into Raito's. And for a second, the boy was comforted.
"Imagay… Why is this so hard? He'll never understand the love that I have for him. The sacrifices I made. The pains I endured. I-"
But Raito could not find his voice. He took a breathe and let the tears roll. But he knew what he had to do.
While choking on his tears and nearly squeezing the stuffing out of poor Mr. Imagay, he lost his footing and slipped. Well sure, he had planned to jump, but it was so much more surprising when it ...well, when it caught you by surprise!
His life was flashing before his eyes. Was it unnatural that all he could see was L? L laughing, eating cake. L planting kisses on his cheeks for giving him cake. L upset when his cake got sat on by Matsuda. L running through a field of flowers towards the Mari-chan bakery. L-
He choked.
The hood of his sweater had caught onto a branch, and Raito was now helplessly struggling against the side of the cliff with his head stuck inside the sweater. He was unsure of if he was struggling to stop the sweater from cutting off his circulation or to struggle free from the branch and fall to the peaceful waves telling him to come hither.
"HEY MOMMY I SEE SOME DUDE HANGING FROM THE CLIFF CAN I FEED HIM?"
"Dear, I told you, don't feed the animals. Just leave them alone. Some of them might attack you."
"Oh my goodness, it's a person! Call help!"
Needless to say, Plan A had failed. But Yagami Raito always had a backup plan. Always.
After being removed from his painfully humiliating state, he was sent to the hospital. This was NOT going according to plan at all.
"So, I hear that you were trying to commit suicide? Hahaha! I heard you got stuck to the cliff you tried to jump off of! Hahahahaa, Sachiko, can you believe this kid?"
"Ne, stop teasing him. People that attempt suicide obviously have some emotional burden. Ha- but...jumping off a cliff and getting stuck, thats a first."
"Hahahaha I told you, it's funny!"
"Aw stop it, he's lying right there!"
Raito sighed and furrowed his eyebrows. First, L chooses cake over him. Was that not enough? Then he attempts suicide. Then the suicide FAILS, oh the humiliation. At least the obnoxious nurses had left now, and he wasnt sharing a room either. Escape was easy, he just had to go unnoticed...