Disclaimer: I own all the angst in the world, I really do. And I keep it hidden but it oozes out no matter what I do. Oh, don't own Death Note. I completely have a box of sugar cubes on my dressing table though and there is no point asking why because I don't even know.
Note: No but seriously everytime I try to write a vaguely cheery chapter all the Kira-angst comes pouring out. THERE IS NO JOY IN DEATH NOTE. I'll try harder, I promise. Also, I'm pretty sure Yumi is the name of Aizawa's kid. DN13 tells me his wife and child are called Eriko and Yumi but doesn't tell me which one is which, so I always use Eriko for his wife and Yumi for his girl.
Furthermore - is anyone familiar with Inkheart? For I am rereading it and remembering just how much I love Basta. I wrote my first ever fanfic for that book, you know. Getting all nostalgic now.
Enjoy.
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Sweet Teething
Prompt: 30. Sugar
Aizawa glances up. He shuffles his papers, bring a recent news article to the front and underlines a few things. He looks up again.
L is still eating sugar cubes.
This has been going on for, at this point, a good ten minutes. L has been studying the computer screen in front of him and idly popping cube after cube into his mouth. Watari has brought out replacement bowls three times now. Aizawa knows it's absurd to get worked up about it, but the idea of a grown man sitting there ingesting sugar like some five year old let loose in a tea shop simply would not do. This is the Kira case, and he's L. Surely there's some sense of decorum to maintain?
L raises the sugar bowl again. Aizawa feels something inside him convulse. It's really bothering him, and he doesn't know why until he remembers that Yumi used to eat sugar cubes all the time. He'd been able to stop her before she rotted her teeth out, but L…L is beyond his control.
No, let's be honest here: L is beyond anyone's control, except, perhaps, Watari's, and the man shows no inclination of exerting that control here or anywhere else.
The bowl is returned to the detective for the fourth time. L nods his thanks to his minder and returns to his work. Aizawa doesn't know how old L is and can't work it out (he's never really been good at that sort of thing and L's face doesn't lend itself to interpretation particularly well anyway) but he knows he's young. He's too young to be working on this kind of thing and risking his life the way he is.
If he could, Aizawa would stop him. But he can't stop L from sticking his neck out anymore than he can stop him eating sugar cubes, so he returns to his work and swears to never, ever let Yumi join the police force.
He's been feeling powerless lately. Working with L, though - Ryuzaki, they're meant to call him, he remembers - that makes the feeling ebb away, make Aizawa feel like he's doing something.
He decides that's worth the discomfort and returns to the article. In the background, he can still here the dull sound of sugar being crunched between molars. Aizawa, though, he figures he can live with that.
For now, anyway.