I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
ChipsAhoypup
Warning: Boy love. Don't like, don't read.
A/N Nothing to say really… Except for a little side-note of the last chapter: Yes, Soichiro was the one who killed Light's mom. They had gotten divorced, and I guess Soichiro had mental issues and killed his ex-wife… So yeah. The cop is actually a criminal.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Credit for plot bunnies of the story go to Nikkacatmeki.
"What do you see in this picture?" A sophisticated-looking man with glasses held up yet another sheet of paper, with a meaningless blob splattered over the page; it looked like a three-year-old had drew it.
"B-blood…" Whispered an auburn-haired child.
"And this one?"
"A knife…"
"Uh-huh… and what about this one?"
"More blood… and my Dad holding the knife…" The brunette burst into tears, just as he had the night the worst thing possible had happened.
"Uh…" The man got up from where he was sitting, placing the ink-blots on a counter. He slowly made his way over to the sobbing child and awkwardly put a hand on the kid's shoulder.
The man led the kid out into the hall, where phones rung constantly. The man urged the brunette into a seat and walked over to a counter. He leaned over and whispered to the receptionist, "Light Yagami is going to need medications… Oh, and find a foster home suitable for him."
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Six boys sat hiding in a cabinet. There wasn't much space, so the boys were stepping on each other and hitting each other in the face. By accident, of course.
"Mello, get your foot out of my ass!"
"You know you like it, Matt."
"Whether or not Matt likes it, I most certainly don't."
"That's not my foot."
"It's my elbow."
"Near, can you get my elbow away from me then?"
"Sorry, L."
"Who's hand is in my face?"
"…Mine…"
"Then that's okay."
"Everyone be quiet, Light's coming."
"…Don't tell me what to do, Near."
"Mello, shut up."
"Sorry, Matt."
The cabinet was haunted with silence, and the kids tried to keep from squirming in impatience.
All of a sudden, the darkness opened up to reveal light… and Light. The six boys screeched sinisterly and leapt at Light. The poor brunette yelped as he was tackled to the ground. The attackers burst out into laughter.
The victim, however, had started bawling. This caused the others to stop laughing.
"I told you it was a bad idea," L grumbled flatly.
"No you didn't!" Snapped Mello. "You wanted to do it. It was all your idea!"
L's eyes widened as he pointed to himself. "Me?!" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah, you."
"Um… Mello… It was your idea," A pointed out quietly.
"Who asked you, squirt?!" Mello turned on A, who shrank back.
"Hey, don't take it out on him!" B defensively spread his arms out in between A and Mello.
"Would you rather I take it out on you?" Mello threatened.
"Oh, you can try, but don't cry when I beat you to a pulp!" B raised a fist.
"Stop fighting," L shouted suddenly. Everything became silent, with the exception of Light's crying.
"What's going on in there?" Roger called. In a flash, Near, Mello, B, A, and Matt all scurried off, leaving L and Light alone.
L realized he was going to be in trouble, and got up to leave; but just then, something yanked on his pants leg. L turned, startled, to see Light staring up at him, with tears still sliding down his cheeks.
"W-what do you want?" L asked, captivated by the flood of emotions that came from the boy.
"Don't leave me," Light whimpered. L faltered. He then noticed the glazed look in the other boy's eyes… it was almost scary. It was as if the boy was traumatized, was in a nightmare, and couldn't sense his surroundings. Couldn't tell who's pants leg he was gripping.
But Roger's footsteps were getting closer, and L wasn't about to take the blame just because this kid was having mental issues. "Sorry," L responded, pushing the clinging hand off and turning away. Without looking back, he fled the room.
As soon as L caught up to the other five, they burst out laughing again. L was panting, a wild look in his eyes, as if he'd just escaped a T-rex on a rampage.
"Did you see that kid cry? You'd have thought he'd seen a monster," Mello snickered.
"It's as if we pulled the stick out of his ass," Added B.
"Guys…" L began as soon as he finally caught his breath. "I think there's something wrong with him."
"What do you mean?" Near asked, staring at L intently.
"He… he tried to keep me there and asked me not to leave him… and he had a crazed look in his eyes…" L explained, his eyes losing focus as he remembered.
"So, you mean, he needs to see a psychiatrist?" B inquired.
"What? N-no, I just mean…" L trailed off and blinked. After a moment of contemplating, he started up again, "Maybe we shouldn't be so mean to him. He may have had it rough before he arrived here."
"Most of us have," Matt pitched in.
"Exactly. Would you want everyone to gang up on you just because you're new here?" L supplied. The five other boys hesitated before shaking their heads. "I thought so."
"But I don't want to be friends with him… he looks like a stick in the mud," Mello complained.
"You don't have to be his best friend forever," L clarified, "but just be a little nicer. And try not to beat him up, no matter how badly you want to." At this, the chocolate addict looked disappointed. Matt rolled his eyes and comfortingly put an arm around Mello's shoulders.
This cheered Mello up some. "Come on, let's go play Mario Kart," He suggested, turning to his best friend. Matt's eyes shone with happiness.
"Okay!" With that, the two raced off to play the electronic games, which are highly addicting.
"…Oh yeah, Roger's teaching the 11-year-olds Algebra today," B groaned. "Come on, A." B grabbed his apprehensive companion by the arm and practically dragged him off to Roger's dreaded educated room.
L and Near were left all alone. The two stood awkwardly for a minute, before departing; one headed to the kitchen to fetch himself some sugary treats, while the other went off to finish a partially completed jigsaw puzzle.
A/N I apologize for the lame ending… Roger's Algebra classes must suck. He's so strict… he probably hits them with rulers if they can't answer an expression right. Poor little mites.
Anyways.
To clear something up real quick, before you question it: Light only grabbed L because a.) he was the last one in the room, and b.) Light was automatically remembering when his mother got killed, and probably imagined L as his mother at that moment.
Poor little Light with his insecure mental issues.
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