This is just a plotless thing. It was an idea I had during an RP where B asked for L's eyes, and I thought it might be fun to write sometime. So, yeah. Pointless story is pointless.

Extra cookies to anyone who figures out what the letters are. :D


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B had always been mad, they said. In retrospect it was so clear, how did they not see his madness? Even L had missed his madness, so how could they be to blame for not seeing it?

B was mad, but it wasn't their fault.

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All he wanted was a new pair of eyes, L's eyes. That's all.

"Please L," B pleaded, gripping the hem of L's long shirt. "Please, when you die, let me have your eyes!"

"B," the young man sighed. "Stop this. It scares the other children when you say these things."

"I just want your eyes, L! Please!" The young boy practically begged L, hanging onto his shirt. "Oh L, please? I promise I won't ruin them, I swear! Just let me have them when you're dead, and I swear I'll take care of them!"

L carefully pried the boy's hands loose and sighed again. "I must go B. I have another case to solve. Behave yourself, alright? Don't say those things, and try not to scare the others. I'll be back soon."

"But-!"

"Goodbye B." L padded away without looking back. B collapsed in a pile, and no one was sure if he was laughing or crying.

L had never come back, deigning instead to speak to them through an artificial voice from a computer's speakers. Their guardian from a distance, their god.

B hated him.

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He spent all his time skulking in corners once L left. No longer did he look others in the face when speaking, now he stared at the space above their head, a look of disgust on his face and a spark of fear in his too bright eyes.

Always, always the fear.

Fear leads to madness when given time to warp.

B had time.

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Three people dead, and L knew it was B. Had known from the first death.

B was sending him a message, calling for L alone.

It chilled him to the core when he remembered he boy he'd once pried from his shirt. He could still recall the boy's frantic pleas for new eyes-L's eyes.

"Please L, when you die, give me your eyes!"

What madness had he and Wammy's House wrought with his first generation of successors, his experiments?

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L found it unnerving how B stared not at him but at the space over his head, mouthing numbers over and over. As if reading something, which only he could see.

And then B smiled up at him. For a second, L could see a flash of the boy B had once been, small and scared and begging for L's eyes. Eyes L had denied him.

He fled the jail without a word and never looked back.

As he stepped out the door, he could swear he heard B say, "All I wanted were new eyes."

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