More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Fruit Cake

OGM, thank you so much for commenting! It really means so much to me, to receive some feedback. It keeps me motivated to update this fic! 

I have to say I really like this chapter. There's some Matsuda and some L, again. And finally Fay gets to talk with L - you've waited patiently for that to happen, right? 

Leave a comment if you please.

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She is fourteen years old.

She's taking her riding lesson, and L sits on the fence by the field, following her every move with his dark, saucer eyes.

She wants nothing more than to make him proud. He's so good at so many things, at tennis, at martial arts and fencing and all. Plus, he's by far the smartest kid in Wammy's house. Everyone knows that.

It's not easy to be best friends with someone who's that perfect. There aren't many things Fay can do better than L does - but riding is one of them.

That's why she insists that L comes to watch her riding. To make sure he knows just how good she is.

She turns the horse towards the highest fence on the field, encourages her to gallop towards it. It takes all her concentration, so she can't turn and see L, but she knows he's biting his nails. He always does that when he's nervous, and the image makes Fay's heart jump.

The horse leaps. A moment of pure euphoria - it feels like flying. The wind is on her face, and she's like a ray of sun, travelling through air.

And then, a thud as the hoods of her steed meet the ground.

She loses her balance.

Oh crap, no! I'm gonna--

No time to even curse properly. A heartbeat of sickening free fall, and she's on the ground, she feels how the hoofs thump on the field just inches of her head. There's blood on her lips, and pain shoots through her core like a flaming arrow.

"Fay!" someone shouts from far, far away. "Fay, are you alright?!"

It's the voice she knows better than anything.

She rolls to her side, a wail escaping her lips. It hurts so much that tears flood her eyes. Broken ribs, she suspects. And her arm - she can't move her arm. It's bent on an unnatural angle under her body, and she's beginning to feel the pain there too, a burning, ripping ache that cuts through her foggy thoughts.

She feels dizzy, and nauseous. She bites her lip not to throw up.

"I... I don't know." she stammers.

And then he's by her side. He's kneeling on the field and he places his hand on her cheek, his fingers cool, almost cold on her burning skin.

"Look at me." he orders. "Stay focused. Stay with me."

She blinks a few times, to drive the tears away.

Stay with me.

He hates it, when she cries. He hates it, when people get emotional.

You wanted to make him proud.

"Yes. Okay." she nods, through gritted teeth. "Just don't--"

"What?"

"Don't go."

She can't stop the tears. They fall to her cheeks, all hot and salty, and she feels like an idiot. But she's so scared, still shaking, and the pain has now hit her like a wrecking ball.