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Yes, the lovely Roxas has a new story out in the Creativity Corner.

It's called "L's Dinner With N". I'd love for you all tor ead it and then talk about it in there. You can spam about it in here, if you wish. Just please read it as it's rather nice.

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L sat with his thighs above his waist, a eupraxia for a lifetime that he religiously followed to this day. 'If I sit like a normal person, my deductive abilities will be reduced by 40%', he had once spoken to a foreboding nemesis. He and N sat alone, drinking tea as the sun set on the horizon. An exotic halibios surrounded them, raised on a precipice above leagues of sea and just as much sky.

"The American kakistocracy is getting involved again," Near muttered. "L..." Near looked up, exchanging a juvenilia of thoughts as his eyes met his superior's. "I'm afraid," he began. "Kira is waiting for you. There's a slip in your plan, a hole, a mucid, wretched gap that he'll slip through. Your life will be the price to pay."

L overtly rubbed his right foot, which had begun to itch from the paranoia surrounding him and Watari as they continued their futile hunt for the true Kira. From the day before, a palingenetic thought barreled into his mind. It was of Near, but they were thoughts L never hoped to experience. Near had always been an underling, but it struck him the day before that Near was more.

Near was love.

"Never," L argutely replied. The retaliation reached an exodromy that remained balanced until the tables tipped in favor of L. His eyes remained on a florescent flora hanging on the hill's edge, its vines gripping the edges of life or death. Kira, or L. The symbolism wasn't lost to L, who decided that facts were facts. Decisions were decisions. And things that were said could never be taken back.

"I love you."

These words struck calm lightning across placid water. The cool breeze stopped. L sensed Near would take these words holocrypticly, but he smiled as he twiddled his right fringe between his thumb and forefinger.

"I love you," Near smiled, his voice monophomous in an almost frightening sense.

"If... If I'm going to die," L spoke. "Then can we make this night our final one?"

Near simply closed his eyes. He was but 12 years old, and L was nearing 18, but it was truly Near's decision to make.

"It shall be," Near whispered.

L whipped his body over the table, planting his lips on Near's. He held him there for an eternity, the warm skin of Near pressing against L's less innocent face. L's tongue slipped through their lips and into the mouth of Near, wrapping itself around his tongue. Near moaned in surprise, and his chair fell back as L crashed on top of him.

Their movements pacific, Near's hand curled through L's baggy pants. Several moments passed as they continued to smack their lips together, Near's hand thrusting inside of L's black sweats.

L pulled his head away from Near.

"Near, the end is coming, but..."

Near smiled at him. It was the first time L had seen him smile before.

"...I'm glad it can end with good memories."