By Any Other Name

C.7

The next morning, I didn't bother getting up till one, and when I did, I stumbled out in a sweater and leggings, a scarf around my face and my beanie on with my hair around my shoulder. I had my bag with my phone in it, and a tired look on my face.

"Someone come to the store with me cos L doesn't want me going alone." I said as I walked in, then knelt down to fix my shoes up.

"Mats-" L started.

"Not Matsuda." I said.

"I thought you liked Matsuda." L turned to look at me as I stood back up.

"I do, but even a blind person can see he doesn't wanna go with me for three days in a row. Stop torturing the poor dude. Light, come on." I called.

"I don't-" He started and I rolled my eyes and stared at him.

"Do you wanna get stabbed today? Come on, I'm tired so this will be a quick trip. Let's go." I snapped and he obediently got up and followed me out.

We went to a pawn shop first, where I got a automatic pistol, unregistered, and then a gun range so I could get the matching ammo.

"You tell L about this, I will shoot you in the face." I glared at him, and he nodded. "I'm serious."

"I don't doubt you." He said and I nodded and lead him to a grocery store. "Are we robbing..."

"No. Jesus. Shut the fuck up." I sighed and lead him in, shaking my head. I got a cart and soon piled a few bags of chips, cans and cans of beer, and candy.

"Is it true you know everything about L?" Light asked.

"Yep." I hummed as we went to self-checkout, and he bagged the shit and carried the heavier stuff for me back to HQ. I took the bags from Light once we were outside my room, and I took them in and closed and locked the door.

Not in the mood for anything, I undressed, drank a couple of beers, then passed out on my bed, dreaming of the day I went to Wammy's and met L.

An older man lead me through the doors once we set my stuff in a room on a bed. I saw other children playing, doing puzzles, reading. The man called Wammy smiled at me, encouraged me to make friends, and tried to walk away, but I held onto his pant leg.

"When is my mommy coming to get me?" I asked him, and a pale boy with wild black hair and black eyes came up to me.

"She's not. The faster you know that, the better." He said.

Wammy knelt down and put a hand om each of our shoulders. "Aurora, meet L. L, this is Aurora, she's new. Please be nice to her." Wammy asked him, and L didn't get a chance to respond before little four year old me hugged him, crying my eyes out.

I woke up, breathing deeply, then sat up and glared at the wall, remembering it all. Little four old me didn't know that my father had killed my mother, then turned the gun on himself just the day before that, and I was taken to Wammy's after to live at the orphanage.

"Fuck." I mumbled and got up, simply in a T shirt and panties, and for safety, tied the scarf around my face in case anyone else was up. It was about three in the morning, so I wouldn't be surprised if L was still up.

I walked out to the kitchen and started making some tea. I turned once and saw L looking in at me. "Guessed you were still up." I hummed, continuing to make tea.

"What are you doing?" He asked, moving closer and leaning agaisnt the counter.

"Making tea." I hummed.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" He asked.

"Just woke up. Had a dream." I said, specifically not specifying if it wad good or bad.

L was quiet for a moment, and nodded when I held a mug up, asking if he wanted some. I scooped sugar into our cups and poured the tea over it, letting it dissolve before handing one to him.

"Were we close? In the past? Because you act like we were." He asked.

I smiled, just looking down into my mug before looking back at him. "You could say that."

"Will you ever give me a straight amswer?" He asked, drinking some of his tea.

"Maybe." I grinned, and he looked at my cup.

"You're not drinking." L noted, then looked back at the mask. "Oh. I'm not Kira, you know." He smiled.

"But you might recognise me." I said, my fingers tapping the ceramic.

He closed his eyes and put his hand in front of his eyes. I laughed, and checked he wasn't looking before peeling the scarf down and drinking some tea.

Still the same, cute, clueless L as he's ever been.