L's L...

L. The worlds greatest detective. A sweet tooth, with weird habits. Has an L himself.
With BB his prime target, L has no time to be incompetent. But will having an extra presence around be his distraction? (Death note Fanfiction)

Disclaimer: Death Note and its characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.


10. Foolish Child.

I flung myself onto the crumpled bed sheets. I felt so happy, and lightheaded. From being so depressed earlier, to being comforted by the only person I'd ever loved, was an amazing transformation. I hugged myself and tried to stop myself from laughing out loud. I giggled many times and buried my face in one of the pillows at one point. I looked at the ceiling. My face aching from the smile that wouldn't die. I felt fatigue overtake me and I felt myself fall into darkness.

I was running, why, I wasn't sure, who from? Was another matter. I tripped, blood on my hands. L stood some meters away, from the direction I had ran. My fears disappeared and I smiled at him. He began to smile until he suddenly was thrown to the floor. Beyond came from no where, a smile on his lips. "Hello angel." He called before stabbing L violently...

"NO!" I yelled into a dark room. Years stained my cheeks, and the pillow. I checked frantically. I breathed in. It was only a dream. Dream? Don't you mean nightmare Leoni? I rested my head in my hands and sobbed. How could such a thing come from my head? A creak came from the door and light leaked into the darkness.

"Leoni?" L stood in the doorway, his face holding little emotion, but I'm sure I saw some worry there, in those big eyes.

"L..." I mumbled. My lips quivering from my minds movie. L shuffled over to the bed and clambered onto it. He sat in his usual position next to me.

"What's wrong?" He whispered. The darkness now not as scary. I heard a clatter of dishes. Watari had returned. I look down. Ashamed once again. L grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Tell me." His words made me think of Near, when BB had been so close to killing again. But L's were softer. More meaningful. I came to my knees and swamped him in my arms. I gripped ferociously at his shirt. My tears falling again.

"He killed you! He killed you, I-it's all my fault!" After being reluctant, L hugged me back. His grip tightening. I wound my hands into his messy hair. Closing my eyes and trying to forget it all.

"What have I told you? It's never your fault." I pulled back, fresh warm tears fell from my eyes. He wiped at them gently. Not sure what else to do. "Lay down." He gently pushed me down to the pillow. He leaned over me keeping me down. I sniffled. He was so close. I wanted another kiss. I was selfish.

"I'm sorry L. I'm nothing but a mess. An emotional problem. I don't deserve to be here." I wrapped my arms around his neck as he smiled at my words.

"Don't be foolish." He whispered to my lips.

"I'm a foolish child..." L only moved the hair from my eyes.

"Childish, and hate to loose." He replied. I nodded. "Then we are one of the same." Then he leaned even closer. Another, small kiss to the lips. I felt my arms be resilient I didn't want to let him go. He looked into my eyes at my reluctance. His hand sat on my face again, I turned my head to kiss his palm.

"Now I'm no expert..." He whispered, "but I don't believe that's where your support to kiss..." I smiled and kissed his lips, it was still a little awkward. But I forced on. He didn't stop me. It made me breathless. The beauty of his rare kiss. He pushed away. "I can't." He said. Looking at the duvets with the most concentration.

"W-why?" I asked, it was rude, but I didn't want to give up on him now.

"I don't know what to do." I laughed.

"That's something I finally can beat you with, oh almighty L Lawliet." I kept my smile as I came to him and cupped his face without hesitation. I gently pressed my lips to his. And kissed him like any character from a story would, any actress in Hollywood would. I couldn't pull away. So we just sat there. Until he finally parted from me.

"That's how." He looked at me curiously. I nodded.

"Yes." I giggled and bit my lip. He came to lie beside me. I grabbed at his shirt and rested my head on his chest. A lot like I had with Near. But this was more. More than friendship. I hoped.

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