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FINISHED ANOTHER BB/L PROMPT OH YEAH. This time it's actually a drabble! I've been working and very tired lately, so I don't really have the energy (so I think--though I might be able to crank shit out but lol stfu) to do anything long and deep. This little piece is painfully fluffy.

But since I am running on a deadline and it's been a few days since my last prompt, I had to get it done.

This is Alternate prompt #12 - ray of light. It was originally #10 "childhood" but I thought #12 fit more. 8D;

Title: Filter
Author/Artist: temptationwaits
Fandom: Death Note/Another Note
Pairing: Beyond Birthday/L
List and #: Alternate #12 - ray of light
Rating: G (cheek kiss?)
Disclaimer: Death Note, L, etc. © Ooba Tsugumi, Obata Takeshi, etc. Beyond Birthday, Another Note, etc. © Ishin Nishio. Song lyrics used below are © Garbage ("Happy Home").
A/N: Spoilers for Beyond Birthday... a little? Whatever. 8D Nothing else, pretty much.

Dusk had risen over the horizon, turning everything into an iron orange and yellow and bronze. The weather had been fair for the day; not too hot, not too cold; not too bright, not too dim. A perfect day for all the little orphans to go out and stretch their tiny limbs, rest their enormous minds.

Not every child had left the building to enjoy the warm sunlight that afternoon, however. As the teacher whistled the children a "fifteen minute" warning, two little boys sat quietly in the shadows of the cold orphanage. Here the sun just barely filtered through windows with their curtains drawn; here its warmth never reached. Here the only light was artificial, glaring down from light bulbs and lamps and computer screens.

He heard strange scraping sounds from the room next door and, curious, slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside. There he saw the prodigy child, L, quietly sitting at the window, feverishly doodling something on a piece of paper on the hard tiled floor. Next to him was a glowing laptop and stack of papers made into a clumsy pile threatening to topple over.

"You're coloring," B observed, stepping inside. Subconsciously, he crouched; when around L, he picked up a lot of his gestures, his mannerisms. One day he would embrace these acts as his own. He tilted his head. "Aren't you suppose to be working on the Samsen Case?"

"Aren't you suppose to be working, too?" L asked without looking up.

B smirked. He had all ready finished that pitiful little case. A crime that any two year old could solve. He all most felt his intelligence was insulted. Nonetheless, he crossed the room slowly and looked down at L's picture. Something incoherent, but... "A mushroom?"

"A cupcake."

B tapped a finger on his bottom lip. "I see," he mumbled. He then noticed typed words running along the paper beneath the red streaks. "What was that?"

"Just some document," L answered, shrugging. "I memorized it all ready, so..."

"I'm envious," B murmured. "You're having break time like all the other children, even if you're not outside playing. And they want me to stay focused on the case until bedtime."

"I see."

B reached out, wrapped his thin arms around L's neck and pulled him on the ground with him. The fall had been soft, causing L to grunt lowly. He laid on his back and turned his head in B's arms. He saw B's face, his glowing red eyes that were reflecting his death, and a certain want and need. "I want to relax some time, too..." Or I might just turn out like A.

L didn't say anything. As he laid flat out on the ground, he still clutched his red crayon loosely, staring up at the ceiling with his pitch black eyes, thinking about numbers and words and letters and murders. B opened his eyes and studied him, studied his studious form. If I turn out like A, he thought, as his eyes went half-lidded, I wouldn't go alone. I'd take you with me. He leaned forward and pressed a tiny kiss to L's cheek. L blushed and turned his head away, causing B to smirk.

B fell asleep with L in his arms, under a dim ray of light that sliced a dusty line across both their pale faces.