1Yeah, well, I wanted to do one before Halloween passed, so here. XD
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Wulfi-chan does not own Death Note. When you really think about it, would you really want her to? Come on... Really?! Madness!!
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Flavor Night
By Wulfi-chan
Full Summary: No one really knows about L. Some of the orphans at Wammy's House don't even know what he looks like, but nonetheless, they respect him. The top three of the house are privileged enough to be in his presence and witness his entirety for themselves.
On the night of Halloween, an eleven year old Matt comes up with a very tasty plan. The question is, will L be as enthralled as the kids are?
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"No way!!" voiced a very dismayed blonde, hanging upside down from the side of his bed. Matt sat on the rug in front of him, arms crossed and pouting, occasionally blowing a troublesome mop of scarlet from his line of sight as he fidgeted impatiently. Mello raised his upper lip in a silent snarl. "I'm not a kid anymore, Matt. I'm not gonna go door to door with an angel face and ask for candy."
"But you don't have to look sweet and innocent!! Wear a mask, then!!" He tried in vain to persuade his obstinate friend, but the older of the two was set on his own ideals. He preferred not to consider himself a child anymore, seeing as how he judged one's status by their intelligence.
"Look, Mel, if you still play Nintendo with me after all these years, I'm pretty damn sure you're still a kid. And you're twelve, for God's sake! Not even a preteen!!"
"Shut up!!" he spat, furious. "Don't you dare think me a child just because I'm twelve!! I'm older than you are!! Listen to your elders!!" He sat up and turned to face him, sitting Indian-style, and threw a powder blue pillow at him. He wasn't kidding; though the act may have seemed humorous to most, his sharp eyes were stern and cold.
Matt shielded his face, eyes desperate. He hugged the projectile to his chest and begged, pleading with puppy eyes that could make girls fall in halls and roll with cries of excitement. "Pleeeeaaaase!!!" He dragged the word out pathetically.
"Get out of my room!! You make me sick!!!" he blanched, aquamarine eyes harsh and laced with venom. When Matt sat firm on the carpet, he shouted gruffly for him to remove himself. The redhead ignored the few choice words he used and exited, tears dotting his lashes as he blinked away what could have been a disastrous display of weakness.
As he gently shut the door behind him, he left his hand limp on the brass knob and leaned on the cool wood. He sighed, eyes to the floor and mind elsewhere.
It was late. He shouldn't have even been out of his room to begin with, but after trying to get Mello to join him in his master plan all day, he wouldn't let the dead dog lie.
Dead dog... It made him shiver, thinking about his punishment in the morning. Another tongue lashing was in order if he brought the subject up again, which he most certainly would. He was determined to conform his tawny-haired buddy, and by God he would!
"Matt?"
His head shot up as he tensed instinctively, mind already going into overdrive to think up an excuse. "Yes?!" he squeaked, premature voice cracking.
His heart thudded heavily against the walls of his chest, eyes adjusting to the looming figure before him and frantically flitting across his face for details in a frenzy.
It was L.
"Matt, what are you doing out here so late?" he inquired, though his deep eyes already knew the answer. Matt found what appeared to be his eye sockets and held his gaze.
"Uh, well, that's a funny story," he jested, laughing with utmost nervousness under his breath and scratching the back of his head in a sheepish manner. He could almost feel the berating he would have gotten if Roger had caught him instead of his idol.
Well, more of an idol to Mello. Matt mostly stayed third so that he wouldn't be too far behind him, and never really considered taking L's place even though he clearly had the stunning intellect to do so.
"Hm," the adult mused, forefinger to his bottom lip, slightly pawing it out of habit. "Then why don't you come with me and we'll talk for a while?"
Matt could feel the jealous heat burning through the wooden door. Green flames of envy shot up around the two and engulfed them, strangling and constricting, tears equally shed in time with each singe.
He blinked away his inner-mind theater and nodded slowly. What else was there to do?
Hopefully he wouldn't drag him off to Roger afterwards.