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brawltogethernow · 7 months

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L fell over from his customary seated position, died in his nemesis's arms, then came to in his customary seated position.

He fell over.

"Richard?" said Wammy, the alias he'd been using four cases ago. "Are you alright?"

"Watari?" he said dumbly, into the floor. Wammy was dead. He hadn't wanted it to be true, but he had been sure when he saw the data kill switch had been flipped, pieces of information slotting together to form a whole even when he didn't want them to. His own hand had carved him into a device that did this process automatically. It was too late to deny facts.

"What?" said Wammy like he didn't recognize the Japanese alias.

L pushed himself up halfway off the ground. "Fuuuuuck this," he said, and fell over again.

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"Why me?" he wondered aloud. "Does this happen to everyone killed by the murder notebooks? I can't investigate an infinite multiverse, Weatherby."

"Probably not," conceded Wammy. He was currently humoring L gamely. L had been able to provide multiple descriptions of future events that would confirm he wasn't cracking up, but none of them had happened yet. He had never been much of one for keeping track of the date regarding matters where someone could do it for him, which didn't help. Well. Wammy would come around.

L was humoring himself, too, for now. There was no point assuming his mind wasn't reliable. Using his brain to run diagnostics on itself could wait until it seemed necessary. If he was having an Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge moment it was certainly going on for a very long time.

He ground his molars against each other. The Kira murders had been supernatural, but clearly guided by a hand that either was mortal or thought the same way. So far, this seemed...random.

"I don't like this," he informed the room, and incidentally Wammy. His latest sugar cube tower collapsed and split into two factions, one falling into his tea and the other scattering across his desk. Tea sloshed out of its cup in futile pursuit of the desk faction.

He picked up the teacup by the mostly not sticky handle and sipped it, pursuing the grit at the bottom of its basin. He put it down and but his thumbnail. It was slightly sweet. He needed to wash his hands. He added, "Well. I like it better than being dead."

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He sent the party interested in his current case an e-mail with enough key bullet points of the solution for them to clean up what was left of it themselves, which was more than he felt like doing for a rerun of a case. If he were stuck only rehashing already closed cases he might entertain the theory that this was Hell. But the world was wide, he had only lived a year or so beyond this in the first place, and the Kira case was still open.

He tried to console himself that Light Yagami possessed one of the most ruthlessly brilliant minds L had ever encountered. This did not make him feel any better about being beaten by a fucking child. L was an extremely petty man about things like that.

(He had been a worse minor. If he had been eighteen as well when faced with such an infuriating suspect, he would probably have been the one instigating physical altercations. He would have broken Light's perfect nose instead of playing around with him, and then maybe he wouldn't be undead.)

He gnawed his thumbnail, brain too itchy to be content just pressing it against his bottom lip where he could usually stop. He knew on one level of thought he was risking ending up with sore and bloody cuticles, but it was not the level primarily in charge of his teeth and hands when he was stressed. Was he stressed? Extremely, yes. But should he have been? His life wasn't even in danger, nor was Wammy's. Kira hadn't claimed his first kill yet, probably hadn't acquired his weapon, that awful, intriguing, unassuming notebook. And when he did, L could just...

L didn't even have to do anything. He could just ignore it, and stay ensconced in whatever HQ he chose. Name unrecorded, face unknown, existence not relevant to Light Yagami's twisted morals. He already knew all the key mechanics of Kira. The method, the means—he was sure he'd already known the why. He had all the answers he wanted. Light had given him his answers.

His true face... It was all the confession L had needed. An honor, even.

Ha!

L didn't need anyone's sanction to solve the Kira problem, either. He could steal the notebook. He could hire a hitman.

Dull pain and the taste of blood alerted him that he'd bitten through his thumb.

He popped it into his mouth to keep blood off his keyboard. No, he didn't want to kill Light Yagami. He probably should kill Light Yagami, but he didn't want to. He wanted to... To...

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Of the many casualties of the Kira case, there was no one he cared to intervene for he hadn't led to danger with his own hand. (Should he have cared more about Beyond? Eh, he'd interfere if Wammy brought it up.) Even Naomi, who he hadn't spoken to in years, should have no reason to return to her home country if L didn't repeat old plays.

...He wondered if he was perhaps taking the wrong lessons about treating people as expendable from the situation.

He tapped his fingers. Naomi. He had liked her.

He spent an hour at the keys confirming where she was. The sun had set around him, at some point, leaving him in a black room with the monitor a white inferno at the center. Moved to Burbank, engaged, retired. She must be bored out of her mind in an empty room of her own making. No wonder she had died over this case too.

He hoped it was exciting first. Light had never mentioned her.

Focusing all of her faculties on her boytoy only for a killer to take him away... She must have gotten very unlucky to have not proved a bigger obstacle.

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After it came clear that L was reporting his experiences accurately (or hallucinating his confidant's confirmations), Wammy sat silently for a subjectively long minute and forty-seven seconds.

"What is it like?" he asked at last. "Dying."

"I don't know, I was kind of distracted," L deflected, because this is true.

Wammy gave him a blank yet communicative look.

L bit down on his other, less raw thumb. Why hadn't Wammy come back with him, possessed of his own experience to draw on? Was there another Wammy, elsewhere, who has gone back alone?

Could it be he really didn't die? No. L was sure.

Kira had done that, but even spider-scrabbling blunted fingertips at the bottom recesses of the linty pockets of his heart, L couldn't find it in himself to feel too righteously indignant. L was the one who had wanted to win badly enough he'd anted up his allies in their game. He had been cocky. He had been too cavalier.

"Frustrating," he answered. "Like when you can't stay awake even though you're in the middle of a project."

The brain, whirling determinedly away even as it stopped receiving fresh blood, as the vision narrowed down to a thin line, a screen shutting off uncaring of whether it was the end of the program.

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He researched relevant players he hadn't been aware of at this point. All were transpiring to be about where he'd have plced them.

The web of events was elaborate. But that could have been dream logic. He'd tried, but never gotten the hang of, lucid dreaming. He was not sure he would be truly convinced this was happening until he'd discovered a why.

He hovered his overful teacup not quite at his lips. Next, he could find a backdoor into the TCPD systems, but...maybe...

He wormed into Yagami Light's computer instead. After 24 hours of passive data collection this provided him with Souichirou's passwords and how Light concealed he was using them.

It was very amateur, which was the best way to hack an organization that thought it was going to be hacked by professionals. Casual exploitation of loose security.

It was child's play on top of this to get a day-old visual on Light. L looked at the security photo and felt a thrill up his spine. Ah, death really didn't change me for the better at all, he thought.

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"What's next in the docket?" asked Wammy, tidying up the workstation they were slated to abandon. (L remained on his computer chair and let this happen around him.) He was content to follow L's lead, even knowing he had led them both to their deaths.

"I want to find out why I've come back in time, and how," said L. "...But I don't have any leads to speak of."

"Except young Yagami," concluded Wammy, who was not an unclever man.

"I don't want to return to the Kira case," L admitted.

"Completely understandable," said Wammy without judgment. He was not an overly moral man, either.

L fidgeted. Flopped somewhat. "The Kira case is the most interesting case on the planet right now," he said.

Wammy waited.

"But I already know how he kills," L sulked. "And dying kind of hurt."

Wammy's mouth pursed at this. But he only asked, "What are you planning, L?"

"I'm going to insert myself," announced L, rising and stepping out of his chair. "What do we have in liquid assets right now?"

"What will this be put toward?" inquired Wammy.

L rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling and thought about it, chewing his lip. "Shenanigans," he declared.

He realized he had forgotten a social step and stopped his creep for the exit. He swiveled his head around. "Though Weatherby, if you want to return to the school for a year or two, or perhaps go on vacation—"

"I'll go where you go," interrupted Wammy, chilly.

L pursed his lips, finding now he'd began it that this was not the perfunctory check-in he'd taken it for. He said, "I would prefer if you didn't die."

Wammy sighed. "A similar sentiment is why I will accompany you."

L turned back around. "I see," he said, nodding. "Emotional blackmail."

"This time I trust you to take the appropriate precautions," said Wammy.

"Ugh," said L. "You're no fun."

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To enact his very ingenious and only partially driven by general doubt in reality and spite scheme, L got a job at a pastry chain in Tokyo.

After less than a single afternoon, the manager deemed L unfit to serve customers (this was correct), so he was shuffled onto glazing duty. He accepted this without complain as, due to the pop-up-cum-cart-style layout of the establishment, this still allowed him a clear view of anyone patronizing the establishment. Moreover, he did not especially want to serve customers.

He despised the thin plastic sanitation gloves, which felt like rather than protecting his hands they moved the barrier of contaminated flesh up to his wrists, oils creeping and substances splashing upwards, until he wanted to decontaminate his arms up to the elbows and down to the bone.

It's for the case, he told himself even though there was no case, not really. It was the same process of steeling himself to put discomfort aside for a greater cause.

The greater cause this time was just bullying Yagami Light.

This is a cinnamon roll of great justice, he told himself, then held it up to eye level and examined it, debating whether to eat half of it in front of his manager. For great justice.

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His fingers twitched. He solved cold cases from his backlog and sent in tips about them thumb-typed on a PDA on his lunch breaks. He was so understimulated he contemplated playing some stocks, which he was trying to cut back on. He had more money than one person could ever need and than he had any inclination to redistribute responsibly, and also he acclimated to them the way some people did to pachinko.

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The manager sat him down. "I have been informed I can't fire you," he said.

"Yes," said L, who had purchased the chain before applying for the job.

"But I want to," said his manager, like it was important L knew.

"That's fine," said L. He pulled an industrial tub of cold icing over, stuck one finger into it, and licked it.

The manager's mouth flexed murderously. L entertained himself briefly by imagining this scheme if Light was his manager.

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When Light finally walked in, L had been shuffled back to cashier duty to get him to stop licking the donut icing, where he would remain until customer satisfaction dropped untenably low. With a pull that was gravity-inevitable, they locked eyes across the room, and a realization was clear to L at once:

He's bored again.

Without anyone challenging to oppose him, Kira was already getting bored. A smile spread like an ocean oil slick over L's face. Or perhaps like the mysterious and ever-widening sticky spot under the second stove that no one could seem to mop up.

Everything was falling in line with his loftiest expectations. Light would crawl on his knees right to L. He didn't realize it, but he was desperate.

And L would lead this insufferable man, in his supplication, right through the mystery floor goo.

L favored Light with his (he was told) very unsettling customer service smile. "Welcome to Cinnabon," he said.

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#death note #fic #w #l lawliet #cinnabon au #how do you spell..........how do you spell the baseball video game one.#quillish wammy #quillsh wammy #EACH VARIANT WORSE THAN THE LAST

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zimba-limba-blog · 7 months

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aún está a tiempo Watari

#death note watary #light yagami #Watari death note #Quillsh Wammy #death note #death note fanart #Rápido antes que se eche a perder ✊

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zimthandmade · 1 month

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Hey, I loved your drawing of Matt and Mello watching the Netflix adaptation of the BB case. "Naomi did all the work" so real, I loved that comment, literally L barely did anything to help her and to make it worse he let her work with the criminal himself even after she told him that she didn't feel comfortable working with him and he put her endangered. Very bad L.

It also made me wonder how little Mello reacted to that part of the story when L told it to him. The most logical option is that at that time he did not realize how negligent L had been because, well, even though he is a very smart genius, he was still a child, and his idol was telling him a very interesting case, I doubt he ever noticed or bothered to look into it.

A few years later when he starts writing his novel, he realizes that L did absolutely nothing to solve the case and thinks "L was such a dumbass."

But in case he noticed it at the time, I can't get little Mello out of my head scolding L and questioning his methods in that case.

*After L finishes the story*

Mello: ...So you let this Naomi Misora work with BB, the murderer himself. And you didn't even inform her that he was the murderer.

L: Yes.

Mello: Weren't you worried about her dying? And also if you knew that BB– or "Ryuuzaki" was the culprit, why didn't you arrest him sooner?

L: Naomi is an efficient agent, I trusted her abilities and that she wouldn't let herself be killed that easily. And I knew he was BB from our past connection, but I had no proof that he was the killer so.

Mello: But in the end she did all the work, you didn't do anything.

Mello: You gave her the credit, right?

Anyway, I love your drawings 💖💖

Oh gosh I love the idea of Mello roasting L on the spot after telling his Wara Ningyo Story haha Can someone put this conversation as a "for the better, right?" meme? 😂

I thought a bit about how that whole meeting between L and Mello came to be. And I think L never makes it a big deal when he‘s at Wammy‘s for a visit. But Mello (12 y/o) finds out that L is in the house that day and he catches him when L and Watari are already heading out. Mello has questions about Beyond, who vanished overnight a few months ago "for personal reasons" and pesters L about it, he must know what happened to him, he is L after all. L invites Mello for a piece of cake. Watari notifies Roger that "Justus“ is borrowing Mello for a while. They‘re out In the cafe, L tells Mello all about the Wara Ningyo case, without omitting any of the gruesome details.

Auro is my version of A btw.

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liminarystars · 6 months

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Death Note

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

➤ Kira

↳ Yagami, Light

↳ Amane, Misa

↳ Mikami, Teru

↳ Takada, Kiyomi

➤ Japanese Task Force

↳ Aizawa, Shuichi

↳ Mogi, Kanzo

↳ Matsuda, Touta

➤ Wammy's House

↳ Watari

↳ L

↳ Near

↳ Mello

↳ Matt

↳ Beyond Birthday

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kattidiot · 6 months

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Quillsh Wammy/hardtack stimboard

🇬🇧 | 🇬🇧 | 🇬🇧 | 🇬🇧

#death note #quillsh wammy #watari #edit #hardtack #sailors biscuit #wartime foods #british hubris #trypophobia #flash warning #gif warning #knife tw #joke stimboard #(im autistic)#benrey came up with this while eating hardtack and discussing wataris royal military background together so its really his fault

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craetor · 11 months

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Another lawlight comic brought to you by the gamegrumps 10mph

They usually have most potential as GG in yotsuba arc but for this one they're domestic

#my art #isolation lawlight #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #domestic lawlight #meme redraw #light x l #quillsh wammy #roger ruvie #watari #death note au

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ruindunburnit · 1 year

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#Death Note #polls #Light Yagami #L Lawliet #Touta Matsuda #Soichiro Yagami #Shuichi Aizawa #Misa Amane #Teru Mikami #Kiyomi Takada #Watari #Quillsh Wammy #Theories and Headcanons

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mikovision · 4 months

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Sorry for the wait ❤️

#death note #beyond birthday #lawtsuda #l lawilet #matsuda touta #watari #quillsh wammy #AI #my edits #lawtsuda edit #request

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gorkloum · 2 months

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Q: Have you ever cooked a dish in your life for at least once? A:

(last spring we with @nnenteyn-new and our secret friend :> tried to start DN ASK just for fun! (also i created the bot for generating stupid questions for us) the idea died quickly due to our poor free time, but at least we tried lol 😸)

#monochrome #death note #not creepy #ask #death note ask #L Lawliet #L #Watari #quillsh wammy #comics #i pretend to be funny #silly stuff

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liquidpaperfoundation · 8 days

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Just read the one-shot death note manga where Watari talks about what it's like to live with L and the amount of autism mom vibes I get from this are truly staggering

#l lawliet #death note #watari #quillsh wammy #He is such an autism mom Jesus christ #All the way down to the oversharing about his kid's toilet habits #If Watari didn't have to keep L's identity secret he would film him having a meltdown and post it on YouTube #Watari slander #Autism mom #Well autism adoptive grandpa at any rate

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sashaisnotokay · 6 months

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Here I am with another controversy.

Wammy’s house.

Another Note, from where we get the most of information about the idea behind Wammy’s house, was “written” by Mello. In Near’s words, Mello is a person, who “lets emotions get the best of him”. So, to get the idea of what Wammy’s house really was like, we need to put away everything - Mello’s speculations, opinions and emotions - except pure facts.

And this way, we get very little: children in Wammy’s house were raised as L’s successors; A took his own life; B became a criminal.

I know that most part of fandom considers the concept of Wammy’s house to be wrong and hurtful. I want to show you another side of it.

To understand the concept of Wammy’s house better, we need to take a closer look at Quillsh Wammy.

I don’t believe in Wammy being an evil mastermind, I believe he was a person with a kind heart (Wammy’s house wasn’t the only orphanage he has founded) and his own way of thinking.

He was certainly a career-oriented person - he has achieved very much, and has continued to be very active, posing as Watari, not being just a butler for L, but participating in L’s detective work.

This kind of people find their happiness in fulfilling their potential, and value education and career very much.

I am convinced that this was one of two main reasons for creating the successor’s program: to give brilliant young minds the best possible education and the possibility to build a career as a world’s best detective.

I also see Wammy as a person with pretty much conservative views, and having a strong old-school moral compass; that leads me to believe he viewed L’s work as a good deed, and genuinely wanted it to be continued - that’s the second reason for founding Wammy’s house.

But people like Quillsh Wammy have also a weakness - they are not emotional. Strong willpower, that makes them great achievers, makes them also feel that many things can be achieved with just patience and determination.

That’s one of the reasons why we have A. I don’t know if that was the fault of the successor’s program being too harsh. Although I have some thoughts about A’s personality, and I would like to share them in another post.

But the good thing about Watari as an inventor was that when things didn’t work, he didn’t throw them away. He tried to understand what’s wrong, eliminate it, and make it work.

The evidence of this progress is:

First - we have no tragic stories anymore (Matt and Mello don’t count, the tragedy of their story was their involvement in Kira case, not the successor’s program);

Second, and the most important - Near successfully taking over L’s name.

#death note #quillsh wammy #death note watari #wammys house #wammy kids

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