I want to thank everyone who has been so supportive of my fic & for giving it a chance. I truly love & appreciate each one of you.
For those of you that don’t have an AO3 but asked me for updates, I made a side blog, The-L-Chronicles.😊🖤
And part two:
It's been five months since the Kira Case, and L has returned to Winchester to start a new life with those he trusts most by his side when a serial killer emerges terrorizing London in a way that feels oddly familiar to The World's Greatest Detective in more ways than one.
This one... took way too long to finish. XD But it was fun to do! I haven't made chibi's in like two years!
This also may or may not be based on an animatic idea I've had for the Wammy kids for... like three years and I just haven't had the guts to get started on it yet. >.>
Written by Asraella (My-One-True-L), Illustrated by La-Van.
For @deathnotetober 2024, Day 31: Trick-or-Treat
“I really must insist you let me in.”
The low resonance of L’s voice rang muffled inside Beyond’s ears. The heavy oak door that stood between them served as more than a buffer to L’s request. It was a mahogany-stained guard, silent and strong, unmoving to L’s commands, as was the young man locked behind it.
“Patience is a virtue, is it not?” Beyond smirked at his reflection in the antique mirror hanging over the bathroom sink, a relic from the times before The Wammy House was an orphanage, the glass warped and the image distorted from years of neglect, and it held in its grim gaze a premonition of what the young man staring into it would become. “If I let you in now it will spoil the surprise and you wouldn’t want that, would you? Everyone knows the best birthday gifts rely on the element of surprise.”
“I really do think you should…” L’s words escaped his mouth then faded into a strawberry-scented sigh. No one was as stubborn as Beyond and to continue in this attempt at strong arming the outcome he wanted would not produce the results he was seeking. L knew better and he knew he needed to approach this differently. “Perhaps you can give me a hint to this gift you refer to.”
“A game as a preamble to the festivities? Alright, detective. I will indulge you!” Leaning closer to his reflection, Beyond shared a laugh with the person grinning back at him. In his hand rested a half-empty pot of loose face powder, a treasure he found hidden in the depths of a forgotten vanity in Watari’s quarters. The original owner was a mystery, but the worn gold lettering on the side of the jar and the smell of musty roses that filled the air when the lid was removed reminded him of something he couldn’t quite place, but he was certain it was meant for him to find, and it filled him with a thrill that even solving cases didn’t. To not waste the precious contents of the jar, He swiped the expired makeup across his cheek and over the bridge of his nose with delicate consideration, smiling as his complexion lightened to a milky white. “So tell me L, What are children in America doing this evening?”
L lifted a lanky thumb to his bottom lip and became thoughtful. “I suppose many are preparing to go Trick-or-Treating.”
“That was a bit simple, wasn’t it?” Beyond chuckled his annoyance at L’s quick answer. “Regardless, You are correct.” He turned on the spigot, letting the water run over his fingertips before he dipped them in the watercolors he borrowed from the art supply closet. With purple on his left hand and black on the right, he smeared the paint under his eyes in exaggerated strokes until it blended into the powder. “and how do they prepare for such an outing?”
A scowl forged from concern weighed on L’s brows. “As I understand the custom, I believe the children dress as either a monster or someone they admire.”
“Why couldn’t it be both?” Beyond asked as he opened the door, the creak of rusty hinges announcing him before he stepped into the shadowed hallway. “Happy Birthday! What do you think? Is it you or does it suit me better?”
Confusion made L’s already wide eyes grow larger as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Starting at his bare feet, He dragged his eyes up Beyond, his jeans a slightly darker shade of blue but reminiscent still of the inspiration, a white long sleeve shirt clung to his frame while tangles of hair hung over his eyes and stuck up in the back in spikey mattes, and when their eyes met, Beyond smiled genuine pleasure at L’s expression.
“What is this?” Steady and even, there was no anger hidden in L’s tone, just the low hum that clung to his words as he spoke.
“I really did think you would be better at playing this.” Beyond huffed his disappointment. “I think the actual question you should be asking is which of us is the trick and which of us is the treat?”
L tried to sort meaning from the jumbled nonsense the other orphan was muttering. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he scuffed a few steps backwards. “Perhaps I should get Watari.”
“You’re…concerned? For what reason?” Beyond looked at L incredulously. “Surely I don’t need to explain that I am The World’s Greatest Detective this Halloween?”
L tipped his head towards Beyond, his words hushed by disbelief. “I think I fail to understand how this is a gift for me?”
“Didn’t you know?” The corners of Beyond’s lips twisted into a sneer, drawing tiny cracks in the foundation caking to his skin. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
Shawn Dunleavy stands before the white-haired boy with his hands clasped behind his back.
He's terrified, sure — Shawn's always terrified these days, what with the debtors — but more powerful than that is the crushing weight of relief. Finally. Finally, he's gotten through all the rounds of background checks and physical tests and puzzles. Finally, he's face to face with Near himself.
Do I have to kill him? he'd asked Mello.
No! Jesus. Mello had scowled. That's my job. You just stay there, play nice, and get me as much information as you can.
Okay, good, Shawn said. Because from your description, he kind of sounds like… a kid.
He's seventeen, Mello said huffily. And dangerous. Don't ever let your guard down.
Near certainly doesn't look seventeen. Shawn twists his fingers together. He's infiltrated plenty of departments before; he thinks he knows this structure already. America's best dogs of the state, running laps around some businessman who doesn't know jack about the real world. He'll be on his guard, sure, but he doesn't think Near will be the threat here.
"You've been accepted into the organization," Near tells him. "Congratulations."
"Thank you, sir."
"And as such, you'll be given a new name," Near says. "I'm sure Lidner has briefed you as much."
"Yes, sir." Conners had been renamed John McEnroe, for instance. Maybe Shawn would get a Henry? He'd been told that he looked Henry-like before.
"Hmm." Near tilts his head. "I think for you… What about Ill Ratt?"
What.
"I'm sorry?"
"We all need to make sacrifices in this battle," Near informs him, raising the arm of the robot figure he's holding in one hand. "I'm sure you won't mind, Mr. Ratt."
Oh god. Oh god, he's figured Shawn out already. What the fuck kind of name is a sick rat?
"Mr. Ratt?"
"Yes sir," Shawn manages weakly.
"Excellent," Near says. "Please, head down the hallway in that direction. We have an instructional video set up."
Shawn turns. In the corner of his eye, just for a split second, he's sure he sees Near smirk.
Everyone on the Task Force belonged. They all had a role to play and something to contribute. Matsuda knew this... just as much as he knew that he... didn't... belong. He wasn't smart or intuitive or even much of a leader. Hell, Light was barely out of high school and running circles around him.
It just confused him. L always worked alone. At least, he did until the Kira case. Was the detective really that strapped for assistance? It was clear L didn't think much of him... Was Matsuda really only here because L didn't have another choice?
Well at least he could come here to the building's shooting gallery to clear his mind. Well... keep it clear if L was right about him being an idiot.
Matsuda took a break from shooting practice to take a gulp of water. He leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice L quietly slinking towards him.
"Here instead of working on the investigation?"
Matsuda yelped in surprise, nearly jumping out of his skin. He blinked rapidly.
"O-oh! Ryuzaki! Sorry, heh. I uh... I wasn't finding any clues."
"I didn't think you would," L admitted with a shrug.
Matsuda frowned at that. He tilted his head a bit, watching the detective intently.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"I-I mean.... ugh... um... why do you keep me on the investigation?" Matsuda slumped back with a defeated sigh. "I'm not smart... strong... intuitive... I'm... useless."
L stared at the man with large, unblinking eyes, unsettlingly quiet. Matsuda averted his eyes, waiting for the moment. That moment he'd dreaded when L would realize he was the weakest link and should be let go.
Fast as lightning, the detective threw an apple into the shooting gallery.
"Quick, Matsuda!"
Matsuda gasped, immediately snapping into action and whipping up his gun. It felt like as extension of his own arm as he fired and the bullet easily ripped through the fruit, sending juice spraying out onto the practice dummy beyond. Matsuda breathed heavily, peering over the wall's edge to see that he had hit the apple right in the center.
L idly hummed as he clasped his hands behind his back.
"I don't keep people who I don't find useful."
Matsuda's eyes widened, shining happily.
"You think I'm useful?!"
L's gaze slid in his direction, ever silent and borderline ghostly. Matsuda's smile never faltered though. All he wanted during this entire investigation was to impress the detective. L's face never changed as he turned on his heel.
"You're still an idiot."
"I'll take it!" Matsuda chirped, hopping to his feet to follow.
It was a little difficult to figure out who exactly is my favorite, but I’ll go with Light this time. It’s just always a pleasant surprise whenever he’s mentioned in other media I encounter~.
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I’m still here, just remarkably busy with law school and life in general. How have you been? It’s been too long my friend.
We’ve known about each other for two years now, that’s crazy to think about.
I hope you’ve been doing well, and your hobbies are doing well. Like your garden! I’ve recently taken up italian for the last couple months, it’s been hard work but quite fun, i’ve always loved learning languages. Law school is going well, i’ve had final exams for the first semester, and now comes final exams for the second semester real soon. So exciting but also nerve-wracking.
I hope all is well with your health (both mental and physical), and that life is treating you well. If not then i truly hope it gets better.
your friend across the sea!!
-Ace <3
Hi Ace! Nice to hear from you! Apologies for my late reply. I rarely sign into this account anymore.
Has it really been two years? That's crazy to realize!
Italian sounds like such a beautiful language to learn! I'm glad you're enjoying it! I'm also very happy to hear that law school is going well!
I've been busy with new endeavors and hobbies & they have been quite enjoyable!
I hope you continue to be happy & successful! I want nothing but the best for you!
Your friend across the sea! (That's so cute! I love it!) I hope to hear from you soon! :-)
