Realization (L Lawliet)

Six

                One horrible week later...     

     L was shaken awake by Watari. 

     L groaned, rolling over onto his back, covering his eyes with his hands. "What...?" 

     "Ryuzaki...you need to come...it has to do with the case. I can't exactly explain it very well, since I didn't see it myself." 

     L removed his hand and opened his eyes, staring up into Watari's face. "One week later? The genetics tests couldn't have come back..." 

     "Not the genetics test...two more people were found dead. It's a little farther away. In Long Beach. Get ready, I arranged the police to hold off curious people until we could come." 

     L sat up, actually in a normal position for once. It felt weird for his legs to be stretched out instead of curled up underneath him. "Does this mean the police will have to see my face?" 

     "There is something we call sunglasses. And you could wear a hood. But yes, they will have to see you in person. They wouldn't let us see any other way." 

     "Okay then, Watari. It shouldn't be a problem. After all, what harm could showing my face to authorities really do? It's not like I can be killed with a glance of my face." L swung his legs over the side of his bed, standing up. "When exactly are we leaving?" 

     "You have five minutes. Better get moving. We'll pick up breakfast on the way." With that, Watari turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. 

     L sighed, looking at the clock. Six thirty. He usually slept until nine or eight, since without that much sugar or coffee, he slept a lot more. 

     He felt more tired than going without sleep. Wonderful. 

    L picked up his white shirt and jeans from the ground and pulled them on, also finding a black jacket with a hood. He didn't have anything to cover his eyes, however. Eh, whatever. It's not like he would make that much eye contact. 

     He then dragged himself to the bathroom to take care of business and attempt to brush the morning breath away. 

     He walked outside his room to see Watari waiting for him, who actually looked clean and professional in his trench coat. 

     L envied that skill as well. 

     Watari led L outside, careful to make sure no one was around. "Rodger wanted me to leave you here and send you feedback via live video. But the police wouldn't let me take pictures or videos. So I'm forced to bring you, even though it's risky." 

     "How is it that risky?" 

    Watari didn't answer. He opened the passenger door for L and sat in the driver's seat. 

    L climbed into the car and closed the door, staying quiet until they were onto the main street, which was full of cars despite it being summer and early. Then he asked. "Why is this case that risky?" 

     "Because, Ryuzaki, the people examining the last victims and these new victims have concluded that they are around your age. Once their identities are revealed, we can find out more about their personalities and their jobs. If it turns out to describe you by more than fifty percent, we'll have to stop investigating." 

     L felt a shock at those words. "But why Watari?! You already have like five people in line to take over!!" 

     "Ryuzaki, the problem is, you're the only Wammy's Kid willing to solve the case. And we can't force anyone to solve a case they don't want to. Mello says he doesn't want to come to America because of a man named 'Donald Trump'."