Turnabout
It was not long after the interview that Watari returned to him, removing his trench coat, sunglasses, scarf and hat by the door and returning the laptop to it's rightful place in the small closet under the stairs.
L sat at his computer, staring into the crystal blue background, listening as Watari and the task force stood up quickly to reward each other on the quick save of losing L's identity.
"Wow! Good Job, L and Watari!" Matsuda yelled happily, a rather large grin planted on his face and a fist pumped into the air.
Watari smiled and bowed to him, "Thank You, Matsuda."
"That was a super quick save!" Matsuda continued, "That would have really been bad if L had been exposed like that!"
"Yes, Matsuda, I think we all get the point.." Soichiro replied with a small grin.
Matsuda gave a sheepish smile in return, a light pink blush spread across his cheeks and then he allowed a toothy smile. "Sorry, Cheif!"
Soichiro shook his head before pinching the bridge of his nose, "It's alright, Matsuda.."
"Well, that certainly was a close shave..I'm just glad we got out of it." Light replied, a small optimistic grin placed on his rose petal lips.
As they looked to the detective, however, they did not see what they may have expected.
They would have expected him to at least be looking on at them, maybe even nodding or saying something along the lines, 'Yes, and I should hope it never happens again.'
Instead however, he was hunched over his keyboard, typing away quickly, fingers dashing across the keyboard and before anyone even got a glance at the script, he closed the word document without a seconds hesitation and then turned around, wide eyed.
He looked from the group to Watari and then back to the group again.
"Perhaps..in fact..it wouldn't have been so bad if I had been exploited like that.." L replied softly, face blank of emotion.
The task force looked at him increduosly. What could he have possible meant by that? Why did he just save himself if he had wanted to be shown on television? Why would he want to be shown on television?
"Watari."
Watari looked over at the young detective, with a light-hearted smile on his face before cocking his head slightly and then taking a few steps closer to him.
"Yes, L?"
"When you found me..." L blushed slightly as everyone looked in curiousity, but nevertheless, continued. "..had I already been previously named?"
"You mean..what exactly did your parents name you?"
"Yes."
Watari paled and then gave a heavy sigh as he walked over to L, sitting down to face him. His soft blue eyes shone with mysteries still left unconvered in that warehouse of a brain, and L's eyes were dully piercing into his, waiting for what tales should be told to him that were kept secret for so many years.
"When we found you..you were in critical condition. It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't actually remember the rest of the night that we found you. You came in and out of conciousness. You were in very bad shape..to be quite honest..you were dying. We brought you back to the orphange and later went back to the adress you had given to us in one moment on conciousness.
"It had been burned down...all of your things had been in there. Including your birth certificate...so I created a new one in which is your current name. As far as anyone knows, that has been your name from the moment you were concieved.
"However..."
Watari began, looking distantly into the young detectives eyes, watching as they began to tremble. Watari knew he wasn't too keen on listening to these things, it made him a bit...rattled.
"..during the night, you keep yelling out, 'stop calling me that, I am Milo!' So I assumed that perhaps before, your name had been Milo."
"L..I have a question." Aizawa stated in an effort to try and get him to come out of whatever trance he had been sent into mid-way through the talk, all the while absorbing information.
It was almost creepy the way he could do that...blankly look off as if thinking about something else but then repeat the entire thing back to you with not one sentence or word out of place or missing, if asked to do so.
L looked at Watari for a moment, slightly dazed as his head buzzed with confusion; something he hated.
"..Oh..Yes, Aizawa?"
L turned his head to look at the man who had been wanting to ask a question and then let his eyes rest wearily on his deep red tye.
"Well..I don't understand how you remembered your parents but then..not your name..it doesn't match up."
"No, it doesn't. However, I do remember not hardly ever being called by a name. So if I had been called a name, perhaps it had been when I was very young and I just remembered it subconciously in the back of my brain as I slept...if I had a best guess..then...that would be it."
L turned slowly to look at his untouched chocolate frosted donut and then his black coffee, a bowl of sugar just to the left of it.
He winced slightly before grabbing the coffee, black, and drinking a sip or two of it.
Light walked up slowly and locked eyes with the insomniac who looked up at him a bit curiously with his deep grey eyes.
The ex-kira put his hands firmly on his hips before snatching the coffee and setting it back down on the computer table.
"No more coffee, and no more junk food. It seems there is only one thing that all things lead to at the moment..and that single thing is easy to obtain if you would just try."
"...and that would be?" L asked with daring eyes, he somewhat knew what Light Yagami would say next but did not dare try to assume just out of the pure fact that he didn't want to do it.
"Sleep." Light replied as L narrowed his eyes in distaste.
He still had that black coffee taste in his mouth..
L looked at the ceiling in desperation as his head pounded from caffeine withdrawl. He tried making patterns out of what was above in on the ceiling but couldn't so decided to look to his left.
Was there anything interesting? No.
To the right.
Was there anything interesting?
Besides the entire task force? No, nothing.
"L, stop trying to prevent it. You'll never manage that way." Light said, folding his arms across his chest.
L flapped his arms out beside and sighed, moving a piece of stray black hair that had moved in front of his face.
"Well, excuse me if I believe that all of you staring at me may be a bit unsettling." L replied, monotonous as always as he looked up again at the ceiling as though he may be talking to himself.
It stayed quiet, no one wanting to put gasoline on the flames that could surely and easily rise.
L bit his lip for a moment and sighed, "This is useless..I'm not going to fall-"
"But we have to try..right now, it's our only lead." Light replied softly as he distractedly brushed a piece of his golden hair from his eyes.
L fought off the urge to roll his eyes and finally let his eyes come to rest on a shut window, shielded by dark blue curtains.
Dark blue..
'Sleep..it'll help with the case...but what if one of them tries to kill me in my sleep?..They wont. Why would they? They're people you trust. Trust? I've never trusted anyone before...I mean, except for Watari..and Roger..but that's pretty much it. Isn't it?'
He fidgeted with his hands for a moment or two before closing his eyes, taking a couple deep breaths.
'...Sleep. Really, it'll help. But I hate to sleep. I know you do, but I assure you it'll help you, both in the case and it'll help you figure out what happened. What REALLY happened..But everytime I sleep, I get cut up into pieces. I know. And its scary. I know. Don't you feel bad for me?...'
His breaths deepened each passing moment and finally let his hands come to a rest.
'Don't you feel bad for me?'
He took a final deep breaths before they slowed and his body went limp.
'Don't you feel bad for me?...No.'
The task force stared at the young detective as he finally let himself fall into a deep sleep. His body was still; save for his chest slowly rising and falling.
Soichiro took a sigh of relief and sat back further into his seat, "Thank God..that was harder than getting Light to sleep when he was three and it was Halloween night.."
Light blushed harshly and shot daggers at his father as he crossed his arms.
"Oh yes..Halloween.." Watari replied with a small smile on his face, eyes half shut as he watched the limp body closely on the bed. "Was that your sons favourite holiday Mr. Yagami?"
Soichiro laughed lightly and nodded his head, "Whenever he got to eat that much candy? Of course."
Watari smiled and nodded, closing his eyes, "Ah..yes. That too was a favourite of L's.." He shook his head and gave a soft laugh beneath his breath, "Oh, he used to be able to eat his entire bag of candy in one night..and I always thought he would get sick the next day...not once did he ever."
Matsuda's eyes shone brightly, a smile stretching across his face in excitment. "What did he used to dress up as?" Matsuda asked hurriedly before the moment was lost.
Watari looked to Matsuda and laughed again, shaking his head, "Oh..he wasn't too keen on dressing up..all he really wanted was the candy to be quite honest. So he went as himself."
Matsuda's look of excitment deflated and turned to look at the man who they were secretly talking about now, but he was not at such rest now. His face seemed to be contorted in a look of anguish.
"...Ryu-...I mean...L?" Matsuda murmured as he watched the body finally shake it's head and begin to scream.
Watari jerked forward upon instinct and could only stop himself when he got right at the younger mans side. He knelt down beside him and put a hand on his arm as the body continued to tremble beneath his touch and just as suddenly as the whole thing had started, it stopped and L sat straight up, eyes wide and breath labored.
L's shirt clung to him in cold prespiration as he looked around, eyes wide.
"Tell me that helped with the investigation.."
"..Well, L, I could but then that would be lying." Matsuda replied with a glum look on his face.
The next sensation Matsuda felt was a sharp slap to the back of the head.