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Sweets

kagomes-wanna-be

Chapter Two:
Cookies

L stared at the computer screen, his hands resting on his knees which were pulled up even with his chin. He had spent the morning catching up on the news reports from the day before. There had been 15 more reported heart-attack related deaths for that day. That made an even 20 total.

He placed his thumb between his lips, biting at the nail and grumbling to himself. Watari would surely have known this already and entered the data into the charts that he had created to test for any clues or possible patterns in the case. There wouldn't be a problem if he could stay at The Wammy House with the other children of his caliber, but Watari wouldn't allow him to. He said that the other children would have to learn how to be like L without hishelp in doing so. They needed to prove themselves on their own.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he stared blankly forward, not actually seeing anything. Alexandria walked into the room to find the boy in this position. "By God, you're already here?" she asked as she sat down in a large recliner chair, looking at the clock on the wall which read 9AM.

"Obviously," was his remark. It wasn't sarcastic or arrogant, merely matter-of-fact. He glanced over at her sitting figure, looking her over once before returning his eyes to the screen. 'Why is she back?'

"Mm," she mumbled, glancing around the room. She looked out the windows, the soft rays of the sun pouring in through them. "It's a lovely day outside."

"I don't go outside much," he told her, answering before she had a chance to ask.

"Oh..." she wasn't sure what to say, so she simply shrugged. "That's too bad. A little sun is always good for you," she told him, looking at the table next to her and fanning through a few magazines.

She picked up a childrens magazine, turning the pages and chuckling at the poorly drawn in pictures and the overly moral stories that were in it. "I wonder what ever happened to just telling a child a story to make them laugh," she said, setting the magazine back down.

"I wouldn't know." L didn't know why he found himself responding to everything she said. Perhaps he just enjoyed the presence of another person. It had been years since he was young enough to interact with people on a day to day basis.

"I mean, everyone's trying to teach them something nowadays. TV, books and magazines alike are all full of overly moralized stories. It really takes the fun out of being a kid." L didn't respond to her this time. He wasn't sure what to say. He was never really told whimsical or funny tales as a child, so he honestly wouldn't know this time. It made him pause for a second.

Her eyes watched him for a moment before standing up and walking over to him. "Here, I want to show you something," she said as she stepped close to him. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes turned to look up at her, his foot twitching gently. She was so close, it was actually making him twitch. "I'm sorry, might I get in here."

He nodded slowly, gently putting one foot down on the ground and pushing the chair back. She moved in front of the computer, minimizing his window before opening another. The mouse clicked a few times, opening the favorites and choosing something before stepping back a bit. "There," she said, gesturing to the screen.

He blinked absently as the screen displayed the puzzle he had been working on the day before, this time in its completed form. Her eyes moved between him and the screen, the smile on her face starting to faulter slightly. "You see, I... I finished it," she pointed out, as though he hadn't noticed.

His gaze was blank, if not confused. Slowly he turned his face up to look at her, his mind racing for a moment to find the words. "That's... good," he said finally, the edges of his lips attempting to turn upwards in a smile.

For the first time she got a good look at him. His bangs were as long and unruly as the rest of his hair, and it must have easily covered his eyes when his head was not tilted back as it was right then. His wide eyes were as dark as his locks, and the circles underneath them nearly matched. She could tell by his awkwardness that he wasn't used to giving compliments, or any form of speech for that matter.

"Thank you," she said simply, nodding her head at him gently before walking back to her seat. She decided it was best to back off a little so as not to cause him any further discomfort. A book caught her attention on one of the side tables and she picked it up, sitting back down in the same recliner as before.

His chair swiveled to watch her walk across the room, staring at her from over his knees with a peircing gaze. There was something about her that he just couldn't put his finger on. This girl was so unnannoying that it was annoying. He turned his chair to face the computer once again, pulled himself close to the desk, and pressed his thumb between his teeth.

She put her feet on the coffee table, making her way through the book silently. She found herself having to go over passages though, her mind drifting off as her eyes continued to move down the page. A sigh passed her lips as she leaned her head back, staring up at the cieling before a smile graced her face and she pulled a small box from her pocket.

L's head turned to face her at the sound of the crumpling noise, craning his neck further over the back of the chair to see what she had. Her head lifted up as she noticed his gaze on her, smiling lightly. "Sorry. I'm just having some cookies," she told him.

"Cookies?" he asked, tilting his head to the side lightly. "Where'd you get cookies?"

"Oh. I got a job at the sweets shop down the street yesterday. They gave them to me as a sort of welcoming gift," she explained, smiling happily. "Do you want one?"

"No, that won't be..." he started, but she was already pulling a chair up next to him.

"Here, try one. They're really quite good," she told him as she held out the small box.

He looked at her tentatively, his eyes drifting down to the cookies before looking back up at her. She let out a small laugh. "They're not poison, I promise," she told him. When he still didn't take one she sighed, setting the box down on the desk and picking one up, breaking it in half and handing it to him. "Now if you die, I die too."

There was nothing he could say. He couldn't deny the cookie now, it would just be ridiculous. He took the half-a-cookie from her hand hesitantly, his eyes locked on her face for a moment. "Thank you," he said finally, turning his head to look away from her and biting down on the treat.

She merely smiled and opened her book to the page it had been on, crossing her legs as she nibbled on her cookie and read. His eyes didn't leave the screen as she read. They sat in silence together, not ignoring each other but not needing to say anything to be comfortable in each other's presence.

L's mind slowly mused over the word 'friend', and whether it truely held any importance. He didn't know, and he decided to not bother with it anymore as he reched for another cookie.

AN: And there is chapter two:D In case you haven't noticed, the underlying story in this is how L got his sweets addiction. I'll get into it more as the story continues. I thought this was a good way to start it out, though, and I'm very happy with what I have. I hope you liked it and that you keep coming back!

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