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Ellie May's P.O.V.
It was funny to see all the other guests faces whenever L slurped his tea. Especially when they looked over to glare at him and saw how he held his cup with his thumb and forefinger and how he sat in his chair; they obviously couldn't decide how to react. There was even one guy at another table who was obviously about to propose, and he was so nervous that every time L took a particularly loud sip, the guy would practically jump out of his skin. Poor guy. I had to keep from laughing out loud several times.
Lawliet was smiling a lot more than usual today. I'm not sure what it was about, but who knows what goes on in that head of his. He is a genius after all. I'm still trying to figure out how he got a house, a car, and money enough to spare in only a matter of hours… But that's L for you.
I felt drawn to him. It was as if there was some invisible force pulling me closer like a magnet. The only thing keeping me from leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek was the food. It was… what's a better word for delicious? Divine? Exquisite? Oh, I've got it: Incomparable. Yes, that's it. The food was incomparable to any other, like it had been made from the hands of God himself. It may have helped that I was super hungry, but that's beside the point.
I was sad when everything had been eaten, but at least I was full. If heaven didn't have food like that, I'm not interested. As we were waiting for the check, proposal guy stood up and called out, "Excuse me everyone, I have something to say." His poor date looked ready to sink into the wall. Clearly she didn't like the attention.
He went on a short monologue about how much he loved his girlfriend. Apparently, her name was Season, but I tuned him out mostly. I only ever pay attention to things when they're important. L didn't seem to care much either, but he sat with his hands on his knees, watching proposal guy politely as he finally ended his speech and popped the question.
His date seemed stunned, but she nodded her head nonetheless. The rest of the restaurant clapped their approval and then returned to their respective conversations. The waitress brought us our check and we stood up to leave. L walked with his hands in his pockets, hunched over like usual. He'd end up with a hump when he gets old, there's no doubt about it.
L held open the door for me and I climbed into the car. "Okay," I said as he got into the driver's seat, "now we need to get you some clothes. There's a Walmart not far from here, let's go see if they have anything you like."
"I've never much cared for fashion," he mumbled with his calm and collected voice.
I rolled my eyes, "You know as well as I do that you need more than one set of clothing. I'm sure Walmart has plenty of plain white shirts and blue jeans." He pouted and I directed him to the store. We found a miraculously close parking spot.
"Men's clothing is this way," I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him along. He clearly disliked being around so many people. I made a mental note to get him set up with an Amazon account.
It didn't take long to find the jeans and plain T-shirts. Lawliet was in unimpressive shopper. I grabbed a pack of extra-long medium white T's and handed him a few different sizes of pants. "Here," I said, "go try these on and tell me which ones you like best."
He didn't take long. In just over a minute he reappeared from the dressing room wearing a fresh shirt and pants. He looked exactly the same. "Well," I said, "you look a lot cleaner. How do they fit?"
"Fine," he mumbled.
I shooed him back to the changing room and he got back into his original clothes. It was a bit weird to think that they had come from animation, just like he had.
Was everything from the Death Note capable of travelling here? I didn't want to have a literal skeleton in my closet. What if one of the dangerous convicts ends up here? All I'd have is a blunt dagger to defend myself once L left. Suddenly my dorm room seemed a lot more menacing.
Lawliet emerged again, this time carrying all the new articles of clothing. We went past check out and left. He was visibly relieved when we got back in the car. He pushed the flip flops off his feet and tossed them over his shoulder into the back seat. The car roared to life with an impressive purr. I'm not really in to cars, but hot dang, if L wasn't the sexiest human alive behind the wheel of this batmobile of a car, then I wasn't a woman.
I couldn't help but stare at him as he drove us home. His wild raven hair and overly-pale complexion went perfectly with the sleek black leather interior. His unnaturally black eyes were intense. What I wouldn't give to know what he was thinking right now.
When we got back to the dorm I scrolled through Facebook while Lawliet went to take a quick shower. 15 minutes later he reemerged, a towel placed over his head like a hat. He had changed into his new clothes, which I could only tell because they were cleaner. I could smell my vanilla-scented soap wafting off of him.
"Shall we continue?" he climbed onto the spare bed and tucked his feet underneath him, placing his hands on his knees.
I nodded and set up my laptop, sitting down on the mattress beside him. It took everything I had not to mess with his hair. But I only could restrain myself so much, and let my head rest on his shoulder as L's final episode began to play.
I could feel his shoulders tense up when Watari died. I knew this would be hard on him. If I had it my way, he wouldn't even see this episode. I'm pretty sure that being murdered via heart attack would be traumatizing, even for L.
He was shaking while he watched himself die. I couldn't let him relive this on his own, so I put all boundaries aside and grabbed his hand, giving him something to hold on to. That seemed to help, and he interlocked our fingers together, gripping my hand as if his life depended on it.
He was obviously spent by the time episode 25 was over, so I decided we'd start on the second arc later. He needed time to cope, whether he wanted to admit it or not. "That's enough," I said softly, "we can watch the rest tomorrow."
He didn't answer. Closing my laptop, I pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry, L."
Lawliet accepted the hug and held me desperately, trembling all over. My heart broke for him. I couldn't even imagine what he had gone through. How many people have to mourn for themselves?
We stayed like that for a while. I let L bury his face in my shoulder until he felt able to look up. When he did, his eyes bore in to mine. "Thanks," he muttered, quieter than usual.
My eyes involuntarily flicked to his lips. I wondered what they would taste like… Probably sugar, the way he eats. I was mildly aware of my leaning closer to him. We were only an inch apart when a loud pounding on my closet door. My heart skipped a beat and I nearly jumped out of my socks. "What was that," I whispered to him.
L stood up and moved to press his ear against the closet door. I scanned my eyes around the room, searching for my dagger: the only means of self-defense I possessed. I was rooted to the bed in fear as he slowly turned the knob.
He yanked the door open and a high-pitched yelp escaped my lips. Crumpled on the floor was an old man. He looked up at L and stood up, straightening his suit. Standing before us was none other than Watari.
He looked around at his new surroundings, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before coming to a rest on L. "Miyazaki," he politely bowed to him before looking back at me again.
"It's quite alright, Watari, she knows my true name. Here, however, refer to me as Laurence, just in case."
"As you wish, sir."
How did he get here? First Lawliet, then the sand, now this? What was happening? I looked to L, hoping for answers. Maybe he'd let me move into his new building, I didn't want to spend another night here.
Then I had an idea: my tent! I've got a small, two-person tent. We could camp out somewhere until L's new house was ready. It'd probably be safer than staying here.
"Hey, L…" I began, wondering how to word this without sounding improper, "Could I come with you in your new building? Things keep appearing in my closet, I couldn't fall asleep in this room again if I tried."
Lawliet tore his eyes away from Watari and looked at me. "I have no intention of leaving you in this room alone. When the sand appeared, it was evidence enough to convince me that this room is not safe. Your floor in my building is being prepared as we speak. For tonight, however, we will be staying in a hotel."
A wave of relief washed over me. So, I would be staying with L after all. With him I was certain that everything would be okay. Plus, now we had Watari; he'd not let harm come to me, L would make sure of that. I had the best security system in the world, and his name was Lawliet. A hotel meant I wouldn't need to use my tent either.
I felt myself smiling. I jumped up and practically tackled him, pulling him into a crushing hug. "Thank you," I squeaked in excitement. I was finally getting out of here. I reached up and pecked him on the cheek, then turned around to pack my suitcase.
I tossed a bunch of random clothes into a duffel bag, along with my chargers and headphones. I grabbed a few essentials and shoved them in as well. I was ready to go in under a minute.
When I turned around, L was staring at me, one hand gently touching the spot where I had kissed his cheek. He seemed almost stunned. I gave him a cheeky wink and grabbed my jacket, pulling it over my arms. "You coming?" I asked playfully, tossing him a backpack that I had filled with his new clothes.
He reached into his pocket and produced a key, handing it and the backpack to Watari. "Please bring the car around. You'll know which one it is." Watari nodded and exited the room, taking my duffel bag with him.
L and I were alone again. I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Watari had arrived just a few minutes later.
"Do you have everything you need?" L asked.
"For tonight, yes."
"I'll send a moving crew over tomorrow to bring the rest of your things to the house." With that he walked out the door, not checking to see if I would follow. He knew I would.