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October 31. His birthday.
If there was something he hated, it was his birthday. He really, really didn't like his birthday. One way or another, it was a day to celebrate. No way his would ever be celebrated. It could be his death, anyone other than Wammy knowing the date of his birth.
Everyone would be able to track him down. Okay, not anymore, since he had been deleted from the birth register, but it could be. There was a possibility anyone found out who he was and what he did.
So, this awful day would just have to pass like any other: working and working, only receiving an extra birthday cake and a whispered "Happy birthday" from Watari.
Only now he recalled he had once told Light when his birthday was, long ago, at the beginning of the case. He felt his whole world falling apart. Light, Kira, knew when his birthday was. Light would be able to find his name and already knew his face. He started to panic slightly. No one could see him like this, thus he had learned to con
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It had been a long time ago that he had been shocked like that. In fact, he had been shocked into his old habits. Before being a great detective and eating only sweets, he had been a small, frightened child who never ate nor drank anything. He used to sit in silence and feel miserable about his parents, whom died in a car accident. He survived the crash but never digested all the pain, grieve and loss he felt. When Watari found him in one of those orphanages, he was starved and skinny as if his flesh had been eaten from his bones. It was only when little L discovered sweets that he really started to eat.
Now he had reverted back into those habits, not eating nor drinking anything and just sitting close to the window. He felt as if he was waiting for someone to rescue him like Watari did all those years ago. He was curled into himself, sometimes rocking forward and backward as to relieve himself of some of the stress. Watari could only watch, unable as he was to help L with this kind of