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A Death That Never CameA Death That Never Came by =KalteEinsamkeit
You would need only a second or so to evaluate the area and come up with the same conclusion that my six year old self came up with;
I was going to die.
I could feel the fear in the room, as if it were part of the many elements used to make the air we breathe, yet I felt strangely calm, sat in a corner of my room, my only company being the dead body of a mother. My mother. I hated to call her that, but she was. The woman who kept me inside, let her anger out on me, she had raised me for god-knows what reason. Not that anyone who'd been through what I had could believe in such a phony. In the corner of my room, I sat. Walls painted with blood and bullets. In the corner of my room, I sat. Calmly placing die after die onto my current sculpture, trying to tame the slight ADHD I had when not playing with something. In the corner of my room, I sat. Ready to die. In the corner of my room, I sat. Waiting for a Death that never came.
L as a...L as a... by =IMarriedMyFandoms
L sat, staring at the camera in front of him. He was in a round whicker chair, his feet pulled underneath of him. What had given him the idea to do this was even beyond his own genius. He was, in fact, quite dumb founded as to why he would be putting up with the lights, the million of different camera angels, and the phrase that he was easily coming to hate
"That was good, but we need a few more."
L gave a sigh, his hands placed precariously against his knees and he stared, dead pan, into the camera lenses. They had even put makeup on him as well, which was seeming to melt under the 10,000 watt light bulbs they had plastered around the room and guided specifically to his face. The bags that were under his eyes had been darkened to an almost black from their normal purple-ish blue color. His skin had been plastered with a white cream and powder and they had even put a gloss, clear thankfully, onto his lips to make them reflect in the light. His clothes, which they had only changed
I Don't Understand I Don't UnderstandI Don't Understand by *Sneaky-Kat4-Life2
Contest entry. Hope ya like.
Walking outside, umbrella in tow, I found him just standing there.
I head closer, curious as to why he was alone, letting himself be drenched in this near-blinding storm.
"Ryuzaki? You don't have an umbrella."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Of course. But the cold helps me to understand."
"....I'm sorry, I don't get it."
"Hm...I suppose you wouldn't. I'm sorry if I confused you, Light."
"It's okay. I guess I'm just worried."
Ryuzaki starts to walk away, his form hunched over and his bare feet slightly dragging across the
Surprise for LIt was a perfectly normal autumn day in Wammy's House. Inside, the children were doing all kinds of logical puzzles and playing board games as they usually did on a holiday. It was October 31, and apart from Halloween, there weren't really any other significant events taking place that day.Surprise for L by ~ShiroKoburi
Except that it was also the birthday of a certain young, dark-haired, intelligent, sugar-loving individual.
L was crouching as usual in the windowsill on the 1st floor, one of his favorite places to sit, whilst looking at the scenery and chewing on his thumbnail. A small smile adorned his face. Even though he usually told people that birthdays really did not matter all that much to him, each year on his birthday Watari would make a special cake just for him, pat him on the head and say: "Happy Birthday, L," with fatherly affection in his voice, and L would smile, thank him and slowly enjoy the cake while sitting in the windowsill, genuinely happy for the attention. And the cake, mind you. Later the
Near-ly PrankedI remember when we met, my successor. I didn't think of you as that, not at first. I saw the things we had in common, the interests that fell outside the norm for others our age, and that was the bond we shared. You had such a hard time making and keeping friends; I have to admit that is something I lack in as well. People were harder to understand for me, the same as they were for you, and so we studied them, only to find out they dislike being studied. It helped my reputation, and people didn't mind that I studied humanity when it helped them, when it took feared criminals off the street.Near-ly Pranked by ~MasterKoschei
Still, they didn't like me personally. I've always been too abrupt, too truthful, and... too strange at times as well. I'm aware of this and yet I've done nothing to change it. I don't know if we were both just born to follow the same path as far as friendship with, but follow that circle we did, and yet, you were one I could call friend.
Sure, I gave you gifts, and I could see that you appreciated
Last MomentL. Lawliet. He sat, crouched atop a battered recliner, waiting out the last moment before he shuffled off to the next world. His face was haunted, a laptop sitting in front of him casting an eerie glow upon his face, accentuating his hollow features, his bleak eyes and his seemingly bleached white skin. He stared at the computer screen, a bent, crouching figure of a child. This was the image of the world's number one detective. L. That's all he was known by. But that was in the past. Because of the Kira case, more than just Watari knew his face, his location his name.Last Moment by ~smileys-4-eva
He bent his head down and reached his right hand towards the table. Reaching under the desk he slid out a small package. Wrapped in light blue tissue, it was a small box that was never meant to be opened. L turned the blue box over, managing to hold it at its corners with only his thumb and his forefinger, and began to unwrap the box. Slipping off the paper, he smiled slightly at the box's outward appearance. It was
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