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To my surprise, L was asleep when I woke up. I kissed him gently on the forehead before getting out of bed and taking a quick shower. I made a pot of coffee and poured myself a cup, leaning against the kitchen counter as I took a sip.
I considered the situation. I was supposed to be dating Misa, although I was secretly in love with L, who I had to kill because I was Kira. Of course it was much more complicated than that, but when it was broken down into simple facts, that's really all it was.
At times I wished I'd never found the Death Note. I'd probably be dating some other girl, and I'd have a good job and be making a lot of money. Life would be straightforward, clean, and trouble-free.
But on the other hand I never would've met L, and I never would've fallen in love with him. And there would be thousands of criminals that deserved to die roaming the streets, unpunished.
Sure, if I'd never found the Death Note life might be better for me, but not for the rest of the world. I could live with a little bit of suffering and decision making for justice.
L shuffled into the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing only his black boxers. He poured himself a cup of coffee, added what was left of the sugar bowl, yawned, and headed into the living room. Smiling to myself, I followed him, taking my usual seat on the couch.
"Sleep well?" I asked as L booted up his laptop.
"Yes, very well, thank you," he nodded. "And yourself?"
"Um, same here," I answered, a little confused. L was being a little too formal. "Is something bothering you?" I questioned.
"No," he replied simply.
"…Alright…" I furrowed my eyebrows. L stayed silent as he worked on his laptop, his big dark eyes reflecting the computer screen. I brushed his weird attitude off as typical crankiness, and decided I'd spend the day wandering around the task force. Other than L's floor and Misa's, I hadn't even seen most of the building.
I slipped some socks and shoes on, gave L a quick kiss, and headed towards the elevator.
I went to the top floor, thinking I'd start at the top and make my way down.
The top floor was a bunch of computers on desks pressed up against the wall. A lonely coffee machine sat in the corner, along with a television with a blurry signal. No one else was inside, so I sat down at a computer and turned it on.
It asked me for a username and password, neither of which I knew. I figured I had an account, and typed in Light Yagami as my username. I had no idea what the password would be, so I just put in my name again.
Unexpectedly the computer logged me on and asked me to change my password. After I did that I pulled up the internet. I really didn't have anything I wanted to do online, so I went to Google and searched for Kira.
32,300,000 results. I clicked the first result, a website titled "Kira Will Prevail". It was a fan site dedicated to Kira, with newspaper articles scanned in and blogs from the site's creator. I grinned, happy to have supporters, and went back to the search page, clicking on the next result.
"KIRA HAS NO SOUL" was written in a large font on top of the site. My grin quickly faded as I read over the creator's blog.
How can this monster possibly call himself a hero?! He is just as horrible as the criminals he kills. Thousands of possibly innocent people have died, and at the hands of a masked citizen who is indeed a criminal! Kira, I've got one thing to say to you: Do everyone a favor and kill YOURSELF!
I scowled, exiting out of the internet. Stupid blogger. I hadn't killed innocent people. Maybe Misa had, or the Yotsuba group had, but not me. Everyone I'd killed deserved to die.
I opened Google again, but this time searched for something else. I typed only one letter into the search engine. L.
4,470,000,000 results. Everything from L'Oréal cosmetics to Carl Linnaeus came up. Frustrated, I changed my search to L detective.
The results were just as unhelpful as the first time. I found some articles about L helping out on major criminal cases, but he tried to stay out of the news. There was nothing I didn't already know.
I sat at the computer for a while, wondering how I could get more information on L.
Finally I got an idea, and typed in Eraldo Coil. L had admitted to being both Eraldo Coil and Deneuve. Sadly, there was even less information on Eraldo Coil then there had been on L. I sighed and typed in Deneuve, deciding it was my last resort. Nothing at all! Incredibly irritated, I cleared my history and logged off.
"Oh!" I gasped when I got up and turned around. L was standing at the door, watching me. He was holding an ice cream cone, and he took a long lick from it before speaking.
"I see you're using the task force computers. If you needed to do some research, you could've used my laptop," L said casually.
"I didn't want to bother you. And I didn't plan on doing any research. I kind of stumbled up here," I explained.
"I find it odd that you were angry when you found a website opposed to Kira. You smiled, even laughed at the pro-Kira site. But when you saw the anti-Kira site, you read a few sentences, scowled, and closed out of it. Your expression looked almost…insulted," L licked his ice cream.
"How could you see my expression?" I asked nervously.
L's black hair fell across his forehead as he titled the ice cream cone so it would drip into his mouth. "It reflected against the computer screen," he said.
"Well, your vision was clouded. You shouldn't just assume things," I defended myself.
"Fifty percent," L said with a mouthful of ice cream cone.
"Huh?" I said dumbly.
"The chance that you're Kira has increased to fifty percent," he finished the ice cream, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.
"What?! Come on L, you can't be serious!" I protested.
"Five more percent, and I'm going to handcuff us together again," he warned. "Have fun with the rest of your exploration day," L turned and left, fully aware of the bomb he'd just dropped.
***
After I surveyed the rest of the task force I went back to L's floor. He was in the kitchen, making cupcakes. His laptop was open to a spreadsheet with Kira killings, and the television was paused during a surveillance video.
"I'm back," I called out, taking my shoes and socks off. L didn't respond. I walked into the kitchen and put my hands on L's waist. He bent his head around to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Want any help with your cupcakes?" I offered.
"No thank you. I find that the cupcakes do not taste as good when I allow others to help me," he declined politely.
"Okay," I shrugged, taking a bag of potato chips from the cabinet. "The task force sure is huge," I said, opening the chips.
"Yes, it's quite large," L agreed. "Did you find the floor solely put aside for sweets?" he asked.
"Yeah, floor seven. Thirty-two cakes and counting," I laughed.
"Well, you do sleep a lot," L smirked.
"Ha ha," I said sarcastically.
"It seems that you were dreadfully unsuccessful in your search for information on me," he brought up the subject indifferently.
"Huh? Oh…I guess you could say that," I admitted.
"I'm an orphan," L said almost cheerfully.
"You really don't need to tell me, L," I replied.
"No, I suppose you deserve to know. When I was six years old my parents died in a car crash. I barely remember them. But it's no use thinking about them, they're never coming back," he stirred the cupcake batter. Feeling it would be a long story, I pulled myself up onto the counter to sit down. "Anyways, Watari took care of me when my parents died. To be honest I don't know the specifics of my childhood. Funny, isn't it? The detective who knows other peoples full life stories, yet can't remember his mother's face," L said sadly. "Watari knew I was smart, I suppose, so it didn't take long for me to distinguish myself as a detective…you know, this isn't all that interesting. I believe you only wanted to find my full name, regardless," L said as he poured the cupcake batter into the pan.
"No! Of course not. I was actually looking for your birthday," I lied quickly. "I wanted to plan a party, but I discovered I don't even know the month," I bit my lip, hoping L would buy into it.
"Hm. You could've asked Watari," L pointed out.
"I thought he might tell you that I asked," the lies kept growing. L stayed quiet, putting his cupcakes in the oven. He set the timer and turned back to look at me.
"October thirty-first," he said quietly.
"Oh. That's not for some time," I realized. L nodded.
"I'd like an Easy-Bake Oven," he requested.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"For my birthday. As a gift, I'd like an Easy-Bake Oven. They're meant to be toys for children, but I think they'd be quite useful. I could make sweets in the living room," L explained, a slight smile on his face.
"Okay…sure, I'll get you an Easy-Bake Oven," I laughed and leaned down to give L a kiss. He kissed me back with a little resistance.
I hopped down from the counter, wrapping L up in a hug. At first he stood stiffly against me, but after a minute or two he relaxed into my arms, resting his head against my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and being in love.
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