Dear Diary
By: Luunna
Summary: Light is strolling about the tower headquarters one day when he approaches L's swivel chair. His computer is placed right in front of it, as always. But on the underneath of the desk, Light notices something he never saw before. A small drawer. He opens it and finds a book- A small red book, leather bound. A tag on the spine has a large block of scribbles over a word, then after says "Property of L."
Warnings: Guessing of L's past. Kinda spoilers up to 25. I'm going by Absolute Anime, which said he died at 25, and the manga, which states that Aibar and Wedy died in 2005. So I'm guessing L bit the dust around 2004-ish. So my calculations go like this: 25-619. 2004-191985. Therefore, he was six in 1985, so that's when the diary starts. IF ANYONE HAS THE YEAR AND DATE IN WHICH L DIED, PLEASE TELL ME. I'm sorry if when the L movie comes out, I'm totally wrong. You can shoot me then. Light's POV outside of the diary, then L's POV inside. Maybe some light LxMisa later. By the way, Property of L means a page break.
Death Note © Viz Media, Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata, and… uh… A bunch of other people who aren't me. Leave me alone.
This story © Me/Luunna
Property of L
I was finally free. Free from those handcuffs. Free from L's watch. Free to do what I wanted. But I couldn't leave, or L might suspect me of being Kira. So instead I spent my free time wandering about. With nothing to do. Today, I wandered to L's chair in my saunter. It, surprisingly, was empty. Though on the desk was a cup of cold tea and a half-eaten donut. For the world's greatest detective, he was awfully messy. I sighed, and just as I was about to leave, I noticed something on the green desk that I had never taken notice of before.
A thin drawer.
This was new. Unable to resist my curiosity, I grabbed the small handle and rolled the drawer open. Its only contents were a pen and a small pocket book. I looked upon it with curiosity, then picked it up. I ran my hand over the red leather cover. It was smooth and cold to touch. I looked at the spine to see if it was labeled. It had a paper tag at the side, with large, thick scribbles covering an unknown word. Beside the mess of ink, it was branded, "Property of L."
L had a diary? An actual diary?
I opened the cover of the book and looked to the first page. The writing was large and looked to be written by a young child. I wondered how old it was, then began reading. The dates looked different from the actual writings, I noted duly as I read the small red book.
Property of L
October 31, 1985
Happy birthday to me!!
Today was my birthday. I'm six years old! Now me and my friends can go to the park all by ourselves! I got this book from Daddy. He says it's called a diary, and I'm supposed to write down what happens to me in it. Mommy gave me a stuffy of a bear. And it's halloween! I have a scary costume all ready!
But, I don't think I'll go anywhere today. Mommy's sick. I saw her throwing up last night. I'm going to stay here and hope she gets better. She said she had a very important photoshoot for work tomorrow.
November 1, 1985
Mommy had to go to the hospital. Why? I asked Daddy, but all he says is that she is sick. I don't want Mommy to be sick. How will she get to work if she's sick? Mommy says she loves her work and that she needs to look pretty for it. She always looks pretty to me. She's the prettiest girl I know.
I love my mommy. I wanna go visit her.
November 4, 1985
Daddy says I can't go see Mommy anymore. He says she'll never come back. But I don't want that. Where is she? I wanna see Mommy. I don't want her to never come back. I don't want her to go away. Daddy's really sad. He was crying, and me and Bear tried to cheer him up. But it didn't work.
I miss my Mommy…
Property of L
ALRIGHT! Explainin' time.
I'll give you three guesses as to what was wrong with L's mommy. Yes, she was a bulimic model and she died. Shut up about the correct spelling, it felt wrong to purposely misspell words D: If you want baby L to suck at spelling, add your own misspellings in there. Alright, so rate and review? If you want something to happen, tell me. Your idea may be used if you give me permission.