So, yes. RP inspired this, Contemptus is a great RP buddy and creepyevil!L is always fun to mess around with. The whole idea that L purposefully drove A to suicide because he decided that he was unworthy simply because A couldn't handle it was something that intrigues me, and how do we know it wasn't really L who killed B with chemicals in a jar of jam, and not Kira? L's got the money and political influence to cover something like that up, and I really don't think he'd appreciate Kira punishing what should rightfully be L's to punish.
It's Little Bo Peep if you can't tell, but I'd hope you could.
Normal disclaimers apply, I don't own Death Note or it's characters. They belong to their proper creators, though I do kind of wish that maybe I'll get ownership of Matt (at the very least) for my next birthday.
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them
L did not take kindly to his sheep straying (every God needed a flock and the first of his sheep did not make the cut, little black sheep where God wanted white) from his side.
There had been a flock labeled by letter but the first little sheep had cracked under the pressure and was not worthy so L piled on more work until little A had ended it one night with a rope among the rafters. The second sheep had turned black black like coal and hellfire and this would not do. A jar of jam later and L's wrath was attributed to Kira's justice.
No more sheep strayed after that, but L was done with letters.
Leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them.
The next flock was labeled by numbers and were groomed and trained and perfected. It was assumed they would not betray their God, even when tempted with false gods of Justice, and of blood and guns.
The first to stray was number Six, with her bloodshot eyes and lack of faith.
L was not pleased.
Then up she took her little crook, determined her to find them; she found them indeed,
Six had tossed aside her (his) morals and ideals and gone to the mafia instead.
The lure of bloody glory and bullets, chocolate, and sex drew Two away soon after.
It wasn't long before L followed after his little sheep, to bring them back to his side.
but it made her heart bleed, for they'd left their tails behind them.
The first of Six's men were poisoned in bars where any one of hundreds of others could have been the culprit and Six thought nothing of it, death is their business and it's nothing new to see one of her own put down.
She noticed the pattern when Two came back into her life after four years of silence.
One by one more of her men fell to the poison.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, and over the hillocks went a'rambling
L was not a merciful god, he would break Six and Two, and bring them back to his flock. (God forgives those who stray, but L was not a god and there would be no forgiveness only pain and vengeance until Six hung from the rafters like little A, while Two rejoined the fold.)
and tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
to tack each again to its lambkin.