Author's Note: Huzzah! It's chapter two! I have decided to turn this into something relatively plotty. Thanks to everyone who's read this so far, hope you like where this is going. ^^
Death Note is something I did not create, but enjoy reading.
The great detective sighs as he is finally able to end his deliriously long day. Changing out of his gray corduroy blazer and dropping it on the floor, the object now useless, he hops onto the couch. "Watari, get me all of the profiles of every employee that's been hired at Ueno zoo in the past year. One of them," he pauses to bite his thumb, eyes clouded with thought, "one of them looked familiar."
L does not like going to zoos (or circuses, but that's for a more personal bias towards them) unless he is completely forced to. Seeing as Wedy was already busy with another task he had assigned her, and Aiber needed to attend his son's kindergarten graduation, L had no choice but to go to the dirty animal prison himself. He really doesn't care for the animals, but the fact that everything is bacteria-ridden and smells foul. Take that, wrap him in an itchy corduroy blazer, add a dash of humidity, and you have a recipe for a very uncomfortable, very irritable young scholar.
But never mind all of that now. L has completed his shower, Watari is doing all that he should, and he is now nestled very comfortably in the middle of the couch. All that he's missing is a blueberry parfait and his cellphone, which is probably in his coat pocket.
Glancing at the gray heap of cloth on the floor, he makes an effort to reach it with his foot. Almost, but not quite there.
"Watari, see if my cellphone is in my blazer would you? And I would like a parfait. Blueberry," he mumbles while opening his laptop.
The elderly man stifles his frustration with the younger one. Looking in his direction, the coat isn't more than five feet from the detective, but he's moody from having to be outside for so long, so it's too much work for him to reach it.
Watari finishes printing out the documents L had requested and sets them next to his laptop. He then promptly makes a show of turning 180 degrees and bending slightly to pick the coat from the floor as if to say: See? Look how easy that was!
As it turns out, it isn't that easy. Turning the coat over in his hands several times, he can't find the cellphone. He fishes through every pocket and even pulls them inside-out just to make sure. No cellphone. In fact, all of L's candy wrappers were missing too. The coat is completely empty.
"How...mysterious," Watari finally says aloud.
L's head turns while he continues typing, "What do you mean?"
"Sir, you don't by chance have the phone on your person do you?"
The detective looks away, "Yes Watari, I prolonged my parfait so you could look through an empty jacket. It's an act of adoration on my part. I wanted an excuse for us to be closer."
Unable to hold it back, Watari sighs. A simple 'no' would have be sufficient. "Yes, sir, I apologize, but now I must ask where you have last seen your phone."
"At the zoo, but I put it back. You have something in your pocket, by the way."
"Sir, shouldn't you be more concerned?" Watari asks while looking through his own pockets.
"In the back. On the left."
Generally he only uses the pockets on his coat. He uses them so often that he had forgotten that his slacks had any. Embarrassed, Watari checks his back pocket and finds a folded scrap of paper with a large 'L' written on one side in green crayon.
The elderly man feels around the paper for anything sharp or potentially dangerous. After finding that the paper is only hazardous in the way that it may give you a paper cut, he hands it to the detective.
The note read:
Lollipop,
L stops reading. He already knows the note is from B, that B took his cell phone, and that there is only a twenty percent chance that he would find any definite clues of B's whereabouts from the paper.
Nonetheless, he should continue. He'll play Backup's game until he can find his weakness and strike. He'll have to turn the cellphone off too, even though B would already have the contact information ripped off of it. It's just an extra step to annoy him at this point.
The note read:
Lollipop,
If my calculations are correct, and they always are, then by the time you read this, I will have the third phase of an incredibly long plan completed. Simply turn on your instant messenger, and we will talk there.
Beyond Birthday
L isn't surprised that Backup managed to escape his asylum. It actually sounds like the young man's natural reaction to being tied down, especially physically. The biggest questions at this point are whether B created this case to attract L to Tokyo, or if he's merely using the case as an opportunity to jump in. And, of course, he's wondering what his enormous plan is.
"It's from Backup. He would like to chat online," L gives the older man the note pinched between his fingers. "Before the parfait, I would like you to shut down the cellphone and track his IP address. I want this to be over as soon as possible."
"Yes sir," Watari hurriedly attends to his own computer.
Taking his time to check his email and to send his reports to the police, L eventually logs on.
HydekiRyugaLuvr: Offline
A window pops up to inform the detective that 'StrawberryDaiquiri13' would like to add him to their messenger list. He allows the request to go through, and a messenger window appears shortly afterwards.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Lonely! How are you?
L000000L: Lonely, apparently.
L usually spends quite a lot of time on emoticon placement for Light-kun's enjoyment, and since Backup never needs any added entertainment in his life, he's not sure if he will put in that kind of effort. It will have to depend on the situation.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Aww, poor Loveless. :c
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Guess what though? I have an idea that will pick you right up!
L000000L: You thought of a new Machiavellian plot to destroy L and all of his credibility?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Yes! You know me so well. It's almost like we're the same person.
L000000L: Care to explain anything?
StrawberryDaiquiri13 is typing...
L000000L: I would hate to leave you out of an evil, mustache-twirling monologue.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Well, I'm sad to say the monologue isn't until phase thirteen...but I CAN say that each phase until then will be just as fun!
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Have you tried checking my IP address yet? C:
L looks to Watari, "Have you found him yet?"
After some typing and a brow furrow, "He must have a technician working with him this time. It keeps tracing me back to our network. So no, I afraid not sir."
L000000L: Yes, and may I have a moment to tell you how clever you are?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: I'm all ears! CB
L000000L: Sorry, the moment passed too soon. I couldn't catch it in time...
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Oh, it must have slipped through your fingers! They're rascally little fish aren't they?
L000000L: Quite, and I'm not much of a fisherman, so I doubt I'll be heading back to the Compliment River any time soon. The waters are much to rough for me.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Did we just make an EXTENDED METAPHOR together? Look Listless! Look at our little baby of symbolism! Isn't she beautiful?
L000000L: Just as beautiful as your cell mate if you can't plead insanity again.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Aww, lets not be all pessimistic. You're supposed to be my role model. :C
StrawberryDaiquiri13: AFJSDLNJFDULKDJ
L000000L: Make sure someone holds your tongue. You can choke on it during a seizure.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: No, sorry about that. I just got really excited again.
L000000L: I'm not sure why I feel disappointed.
L000000L: Try having a seizure. I want to see if I feel better.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Don't worry, in the long run, you'll be having excitement seizures too! Or normal ones...but that's plan C.
L000000L: What's plan B?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: KAHKDHHDAHKL
StrawberryDaiquiri13: THIS ONE! CX
What happened to plan A? He could ask, but B probably won't tell him, or deny it's existence. He'll say that he started with plan B, or something similar.
L000000L: What happened to plan A?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Well, you know how A's go. They die. C:
StrawberryDaiquiri13: You know that, don't you?
That reaction...was a tad unexpected.
L000000L: So that means plan B is completely over dramatic, like that of a child throwing a tantrum? And plan C involves over the counter drugs and Stockholm syndrome?
L000000L: I'm not sure if I need your monologue anymore. You can skip to phase sixty, where you get arrested. :)
StrawberryDaiquiri13: KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
StrawberryDaiquiri13: I always wonder why you're so bitter. C:
StrawberryDaiquiri13: Let's see...yes on the over dramatic part. Tantrum? No. Plan C needs to be fleshed out a bit more, but I would say you're in the right field.
L000000L: Ah, well then, may I ask a question?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: I'm dying to know what you don't know.
L000000L: Is this conversation part of the plan? Somehow, you plan to break me down with emoticons and internet memes?
StrawberryDaiquiri13: No, this was entirely optional. I just wanted to chat.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: And with that, I must be off my dear Last. Although it's been a year, it feels like we've spoken only yesterday.
L000000L: Thank you for the enlightening conversation.
StrawberryDaiquiri13: HOLY UP!
StrawberryDaiquiri13 signed out.
The detective sits back from his laptop and notices the blueberry parfait for the first time. He picks up the spoon and begins to demolish it. A silence envelopes the room, only interrupted by the constant click of L's spoon against the glass.
"Sir? Did he want anything in specific?" Watari eventually asks.
L finishes the dessert before answering, appearing deep in thought.
"He wanted to gloat."
Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated!
Oh, and I don't drink, and I'm not sure how much time Beyond would acutally spend in a bar, but I thought the name fit him in a sense.