A.N: And a drumroll, please. Lol. I'm gonna hear it. I know I am. But... is it really so bad to say that I don't care if I do? I should probably keep that to myself, huh? -.-; Anyways... let's do a mini-summary for those who may be a bit curious about what the hell I'm writing today!
Romance! Humor! Stalker!L! Crazy!Whammy Kids! Oblivious!Raito! And...
Les Brown Quotes? Wtf? XD It can work, damn it! Consider this a short little series of nothing, if you will. You'll see! Not that long at all. ^.^ How you guys react to this, I don't know. Don't even ask me to describe it, because I have no idea. Though I hope you still find it amusing to read, of course...
Many thanks to Kitsune55 for beta-ing for me, by the way! Awesome. Lol.
"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll still land among the stars."
-Les Brown
Title: Shoot for the Moon
Prologue: To the Moon
Unattainable is a good word for you, you know.
Un-attain-able.
Definition: Impossible to achieve or attain.
Yes.
Most definitely unattainable.
Drinking my now cold coffee, I begin to absently wonder if you'll notice if I'm here today.
Not that it's likely, but it's still a thought that swirls around my head from time to time. After all, sitting here isn't just a hobby for me anymore.
I think a better word would be obsession,at this point.
Ob-se-ssion.
Definition: A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling.
Well, my inner-dictionary is certainly getting a work out today, if nothing else.
You seem so content in your own world, sipping your own cup of coffee with such satisfaction as you read your book… what kind it is, I don't yet know.
Yet, being the operative word, of course.
It may be strange to other people, what I'm doing, but to a person such as myself, the peculiar is often the most normal type of behavior, along with the most… predictable.
I could have researched all there was to know about you, but that wouldn't have sated my appetite.
Besides…
Watari wouldn't let me.
Something about the unnecessary intrusion of your privacy, and the utter lack of tact on my part when it came to others…
I wasn't really paying attention, truth be told. He had just given me the most delicious slice of strawberry shortcake, and trying to keep my attention whilst giving me cake is like trying to talk to a two-year-old who'd just learned how to do somersaults.
It's just not done.
But that's beside the point.
Or what little left there is of the point to talk about, anyway.
You see, sitting here for so long, watching you go through the same routine day in and day out has taught me more about you than any records possibly could, anyway.
You're a young man both bored and yet, strangely comfortable with his life. You always drink your coffee here at the same exact time, and you never come back to this café with the same book twice.
You love to impress people with answers to whatever questions they may have about you or in general, but you grow bored with their conversation quickly.
You also love to hear yourself speak, but when the person listening to you does little but nod their head, you dismiss them as genially, if patronizingly, as possible and go back to reading whatever book you may have in your hand.
Everything about you could be construed as near perfection, but your flaws are actually as brightly lit as your perfections, if one would only take the time and observe as I have.
Yet still, with every imperfection I come to find, I seem to only find you all the more fascinating.
It's been so long since I've felt this alive…
I should thank you for gifting me with such a feeling. It's not very often I get the chance to feel so human myself, after all.
Maybe…
Maybe tomorrow will be the day that I will be able to gather my own courage and finally re-establish what we could have had just six months prior…
But isn't that what I always say?
One more step, L. Just one more step…
All you have to do is take that one more step.
"Ryuuzaki?"
L blinked as he was pushed out of his thoughts by a persistent loud voice screeching within his poor innocent ears. A pair of brightly lit blue eyes and head of cornflower blonde hair rushed into his proverbial vision as a light snickering was heard right behind the blurry face with slightly crazed grin.
"Give him some space to breathe, dude…"
Black and white stripes and orange-tinted lenses were all L saw as the preteen standing behind the loud blonde waved over his head, making the 23-year-old smile secretly to himself.
"Just when things were starting to get a bit boring…" L muttered to himself as he finished the last bit of his ice-cold coffee. "Good to see you too, boys."
'Let's see just what you have to contribute to my little dilemma, here…'