L-oween
Near’s Halloween parties were well known and visited by his co-workers. To him, dressed up adults were just bigger toys to play with. One weird fact of his parties was that a big birthday cake was needed, even though no one was celebrating a birthday. No one living at least.
“The cake looks especially yummy this year. It’s so sweet of him, don’t you think so?” L was happy.
“Uh-huh”, Matt agreed, or maybe he just hummed while trying to inhale the cigarette smoke coming from one CIA agent. “I can almost taste it!”
“Mello!” L chided. “Stop it.”
The blond, who had thrown punches at Near’s head – his fist went right through the white locks and appeared again on the other side – grudgingly sat down and frowned. Since Near was no possible target, he channelled his frustration toward someone else.
“I just don’t understand why you bring him too!” He sent a glare at the young man sitting stone facedly next to L. The former detective smiled.
“Oh, I like rubbing the fact into his face that he lost.” With great concentration, L sank his index finger into the cake’s icing and lifted a bit of it. Then he smeared it onto Light’s nose.
Near looked blankly at the cream hovering in thin air; the L puppet on his finger shivering.
