Manipulator (L Lawliet X Reader)

Escaping

I didn't even realize when I fell asleep that night. I woke up as the morning suns rays shined through the holes in the walls, and the shattered glass window. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, eyes widening as I saw it heavily sagging above my head, dripping water onto my clothes, which I noticed were soaked. Looking around, I noticed that everyone was sleeping around me, aside from one man who sat against the wall, reading a tattered book, careful to not tear the damp pages as he turned them.

Everyone laid around the lantern, which batteries had died at some point last night. It was no longer storming, but was sprinkling. The old torn and moldy carpet was soaked with water, and squished when you put any weight on it, dirty brown water coming from the threads. The whole house was flooded with about half an inch of water.

I made my way to mom, careful to not step on any of the sleeping people around me. I rolled her over, her face having been in the water soaked carpet.

"Mom, I'll help you get the house in working order and help get food, and then I need to get back home. I have work tomorrow," I said as she sat up , rubbing her eyes. She attempted to wipe the dirt from her face, but it didn't do much as both her hands and clothes were soaked in dirty water.

"Lets go upstairs and check to see if any of the clothes in the closets are dry. We don't want anyone getting sick," She mumbled glumly, standing from her spot on the floor. I mentioned how the ceiling did not seem stable enough, and we might've fallen right through the floor boards if we were not careful, but she only said to be careful.

Hours later, It was about four in the after noon. The sun was still proudly shining in the sky, the rain long gone at that point. I was wearing a torn T-shirt and a pair of mens gym shorts, and told mom and the others to keep the clothes I had to change out of. Mom looked teary eyed as she watched me go, and I promised to come back next time I had a day off of work. Her and I both knew it would not be for a while, but it was something.

As soon as I got home, I tore the dirty clothes off my body and threw them away, hopping in the shower. I did not know what kind of crud was on those clothes, and frankly, did not want to. 

After the shower, I went straight to the computer, opening my documents. There held pages and paged full of any information I could get on L. He was mysterious for sure, but I was sure that other than Wammy, I knew the most about him than anyone else in the world. That was not too much of an accomplishment considering no one knew anything about him, but it was something. 

Ever since I left the orphanage, I had been looking into L. While I would not be his successor, I would find him if it was the last thing I did. If I was his successor, I would find him when it was too late. When he was dead. So, I had to decline L's wish of it being me. If it came down to it, and I had zero leads to where L was when I was twenty-five, I would go back to roger and talk to him about the situation. I would at least want something to do with who L's title went to after his death, make sure it didn't go to someone unworthy. 

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Leaving the orphanage was easier than you expect it to be, specially since Roger had become head of the place. He was a bit more lenient with the rules than Wammy ever was. I escaped without a hitch. 

The hardest part of my plan was how to find mom. I was a little thirteen year old on the side of a nearly abandoned road, trying to find my way back to my hometown. My only plan was to do what I did best, Manipulate. I walked along the road for a while, going the direction I remembered being driven from when I first arrived at the orphanage two years before. The first car that drove past me stopped, and asked where I was going and why someone my age was walking along a road that led to no where.