Chapter 4 – L Lawlilet Is A Douche Bag

A few hours later, all the children of Wammy's House were congregated in the court yard. Matt was stood near the back, leaning against a wall, playing one of his handheld computer games. Mello, who still didn't really know anyone, was sat on the wall a few feet away.

"So," Mello said. "What's he like?"

"Who?" Matt asked, still too stuck in his game to really care.

"L," Mello said looking up at the redhead.

Matt pressed pause on his handheld game and looked at Mello. "L is the greatest. He's the reason I'm here. He's the reason I'm still alive."

"What did he do that was so great?"

Matt turned his game off and walked over to where Mello was stood.

"L rescued me. I was 8 years old and I had no family, I was wandering around London in the dead of night. I was stopped by a police officer in a really bad neighbourhood. The officer asked me what I was doing, why I was out so late. Then this man, barely a legal adult walks over to me and grabs my hand. He looked up at the police officer and said 'you would come to that conclusion, wouldn't you'. He led me away towards a car and put me in the back seat. He gets into the front of the car and starts to drive. I didn't know where we're going and I didn't care. I was tired. I was confused, and to be honest, all I wanted to do was sleep. But he started asking me questions. He asked me about my family, he asked me about school, he asked me what I would do if I was taken to a place where I wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. Then he let me sleep. I don't know how long we drove for; it was still dark when I woke up. We pulled up outside here and that's when I realised I was safe."

"So he apparently saved your life, big deal," Mello said as he jumped off the wall. "What has he done that was so great for everyone else?"

"Nobody knows half of the stuff he's done. He's the world's greatest detective. He has the power of the world's police forces in his hand."

"He sounds like a douche."

Matt shook his head and turned towards the front of the congregated children.

"He's here."

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"Matt," Roger said loudly as he saw the redhead trying to sneak away. "To the front please."

Sighing, Matt turned around and made his way to the front of the crowd.

"Yeah?" he said as he approached Roger.

"L and Wammy have asked to see you. They'll be in the library shortly. Please make your way there."

"Sure thing, boss," Matt said as he mock saluted Roger

"And be sure to put those games in your room on the way."

Matt rolled his eyes and nodded. As he made his way back through the crowd, he was stopped by Mello.

"What do you want, Blondie?"

"The old dude down the front told me I had to follow you to the library."

"Fine. When we get there, don't speak unless spoken to, got it?"

Mello nodded.

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When Matt and Mello got to the library 10 minutes later, L and Wammy were sat at a desk in the middle of the room. On the other side of the desk was Near and two empty seats Matt assumed were for him and Mello.

"Hey Near," Matt said as he sat next to the small white haired boy. "Hi Wammy, Hi L. This is Mello. He's only been here a few days."

"Hello Mello," Near said as he pulled one of his knees up to his chest and began to twirl a lock of his hair.

Mello looked between Near and Matt before looking across to the other side of the table at Wammy and L.

The person Mello assumed to be L was sat in a crouched position on the chair. He had black hair and deep, black eyes. He had huge bags under his eyes and as far as Mello could see, he felt no need to blink. Ever.

"Please, sit down, Mello," L said.

Mello sat in the only spare chair and looked at Matt. He was looking intently at L and Wammy.

"I am L," L said. "Matt, it's good to see you again. I see you have risen in the ranks since our last visit."

"Second on my last check, but I may have slipped back down to third," Matt said, smiling slightly.

"You haven't but it's to be expected. Your teachers tell me you no longer show the same interest you once had."

Matt looked down at the ground.

"Near, we have never met. You have been here at Wammy's for five years now and have remained top for three of those five years. That is impressive."

"Thank you, L," Near said, politely, still twirling a lock of his hair.

"Mello, our newest occupant. Welcome. I have merely glanced at your file. I notice you share a room with Matt."

"Yeah, and?" Mello said rudely.

"How do you find that?" L asked, not allowing Mello's rudeness to affect him.

"Boring, maddening, annoying, would you like me to continue?"

"No thank you, I think I get the idea."

"Good."

"You are currently placed at third. How does this make you feel?"

"I didn't know it was meant to make me feel anything. This is just a school, right?"

"In essence, yes. To the authorities, yes. But to those who are serious about going into their chosen field, this is the perfect stepping stone."

"And I suppose you know what my chosen field is?"

"How can I know something that you yourself don't know yet?"

Mello stared at the man sat in front of him.

"I sense that you're unhappy with your position here, Mello."

"How can you say something like that with nothing to back it up?" Mello asked, bitterness cutting into his voice, yet again.

"Your attitude at finding out you are bottom out of the three people sat in the room is obvious. Even a five year old could assume your basic feelings."

Mello stared at L. He was right. Mello was annoyed at being third. He was even more annoyed that a stupid, game loving person like Matt was above him.

"My assumption now is that you are making a resolve. You want to be number one."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" L said as he brought his thumb up to his mouth. "Near, Mello, would you wait outside while I speak to Matt please?"

Near stood up, wordlessly and left the room. Mello followed, almost soundlessly.

Matt looked at Wammy and L.

"Matt," Wammy said, speaking for the first time since Matt had entered the room.

"Hi," Matt said. "It's good to see you again."

"I trust you have taken Mello under your wing, showing him how life here at Wammy's works?"

Matt looked down at the floor. "To be honest, I don't like having to share my room. Mello and I don't exactly get along."

"Matt," L said, breaking his composure for a moment. "I want you to push Mello to realise his full potential. The three of you all have the necessary ability to succeed me. I want to know the future of the L name is in safe hands."

Matt stared at the black haired detective. "Sure."

"How is the computer building coming along?" Wammy asked.

"Really good; I think I've created a new firewall system for the orphanage to use. I built my first motherboard from scratch last week."

"Well done, you must show Roger that new firewall system. I'm sure he'd be interested in it."

Matt smiled at the compliment. "Thanks Wammy," he said.

"Matt, it is time to cut our meeting short. Would you show Mello in please?" L said as he dismissed the redhead.

"Sure," Matt said as he stood up.

A/N I'm not too sure on this chapter. I don't like the way I've written L. Concrit is more than welcome. *love and hugs to all who review*

The next chapter has scenes of violence which the faint of heart may find disturbing. If you don't like violence or get freaked out easily PLEASE take this into account before you start reading. You have been warned!