More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Wormhole

You know those days when you're walking down the street, talking to a ghost? 

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January 18th, 2010

"Have you been eating? You look very pale."

"You're one to talk."

"Huh. You can hardly blame me for not eating. I am dead."

"Do you really have to keep bringing that up all the time?" Fay gave him an annoyed glance. "Besides, I meant that you never ate real food when you were alive either. You only ate sweets."

"And you are not even eating them. Fay, you know better than this. You need calories to stay alive."

"Yeah, yeah." Fay rolled her eyes. "Stop patronizing me. You know how I hate it."

They walked side by side on the pavement near Fay's hotel - Fay holding a cell phone on her ear to make it look like she was having a phone call. It had been an exhausting day at work, and it was now past 11pm. Her bones ached, her head felt dizzy, and her muscles were tense and sore. She wanted nothing more than to get to her room, kick off her shoes and dip herself into a hot bubble bath - preferably with a full glass of wine in her hand.

L didn't say a thing, just shrugged - and Fay watched in disbelief as he walked right through a lamp post. It always made her uneasy when he pulled a stunt like that.

"Anyways... I'm just not hungry. This case makes me nervous, and you know that I lose my appetite, when that happens."

"I know. And that is why I worry."

"If you really worry for me, then how about helping me out a bit? Spy Mikami for me, so that I can sleep late tomorrow?" she arched a brow.

"I am sorry, but that is something I can't do for you. It is not Mikami that I am attached to."

"Fine." Fay stated. It wasn't like she had been serious anyways. "But you don't need to worry much longer. It's only 10 more days. Just 10 days, and this will all be over. I'll get to go home to Lily."

Or come to you. If Near fails and we all die, then I'll get to be with you forever.

But she didn't say that out loud. She knew L hated it, when she talked about her death wish.

"Hmmm." L made a soft sound that sent shivers to Fay's spine. "You miss Lily a lot?"

"I do. More than anything."

"How is she doing?"

"Can't you tell? Can't you like, I don't know, take a peek through a wormhole in the space-time continuum, or something, and see for yourself?"

He gave out a somewhat annoyed sigh.

"It doesn't work like that, Fay."

"Then how does it work? How come I can see you all the time now? It wasn't like this before."

L was silent for a long while, and Fay glanced at him, saw how he pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his faded jeans. It was eerie to watch how he walked on the freezing pavement barefoot, his long, thin toes white as snow.

"I do not know." he finally replied. "You draw me here, I think. Or perhaps the fact that there is so little time left. I cannot say."

"Or you don't want to say?"

"Does it make any difference?"

Fay sighed. She was tired of these endless discussions that led to nowhere.