Candies And Costumes

The children of all ages frolicked outside the four walls. Cheerful shouts and giddy footsteps could be heard. Bags of candy shuffled loudly as the plastic wrappers rubbed against each other. Elegant music to his ears. Nothing could be more splendid, more absolutely delicious. A pale hand snaked down the desk, hovering over large drawers, undecided in which gateway to pleasure to access.

"Perhaps something with a kick...? No, nothing sour. I am not in the mood for something tangy nor anything multi-flavored." The young man thought idly. Obsidian eyes darted to the other side of his desk. He leaned over to reach the lowest and largest drawer of his desk, pulling the handle. The wood shifted with a loud thump, it's space filled to the nigh with a random assortment of wrapped or boxed, strawberry flavored sweets. His hand moved several bags with different labels. From strawberry-filled gummies to strawberry suckers, even a few bags of strawberry icing topped sugar cookies

He reached in and pulled out a bag of the pink hard candy, unwrapping a handful swiftly and popping each one into his mouth. The young man leaned back into his leather swivel chair, the lids of his eyes drifting closed in a fit of ecstasy. Pale cheeks puffed out slightly from the strawberry drops. His mass of coal colored hair lolled back in bliss while his hands rested on top of his knees.

Screaming grew closer to his room. He peeked at the door through a half-opened eye. Dismissing it as the "Trick" in "Trick-Or-Treat". Repetitive knocking came, hard, fast, and annoying. "Help!" A normally soft voice screamed. The young man grunted, uncurling himself from the chair and went to the door.

As the wood swung open, a flash of white blurred by. He closed the door as the white thing ran about the room. "Help! Help, L! Help!" L avoided the boy to make way to the center of his room, in return, allowing the albino child to circle him. He watched the boy run around him like a rabbit, screaming his name and yelling for assistance. Easily picturing the petite child with flopping ears. The ivory, baggy pajama sleeves waving as he flailed his arms. "I suppose even Near cannot resist the temptations of free candy."

"Yes, Near?" He caught his hand on top of the boy's platinum curls, squishing him down slightly with pressure to cease his running. "What's wrong?" L's deep monotone rang like angels to the small child's ears.

"L! Help me!" Near's arms didn't cease their incessant flapping and wiggling. "Mello wants me to dress up for Halloween! Literally! He-He has a dress, with frills and  lace! Please help! Help, L!"

The older male sighed. Kneeling down to grip the child by his arms, stopping his motions but allowing him to hop in place. L grunted. "I must inform Watari not to allow Near anymore treats."

"Alright, I have an idea, if you promise to stay still." The boy nodded hastily, reaching up to twirl a lock of his hair. L stood up, patting Near on the head and dipping into his pocket for a cellphone.

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The door swung open with a thrust. "Aha!" A blonde child exclaim. "I know you're in here Near!" Mello's aquamarine eyes zoned in on the figure under the white sheet of L's bed.

L narrowed his eyes at the blonde boy currently dressed as Gene Wilder from Willy Wonka. "Mello, as you can see, Near is already dressed for Halloween. Please leave him alone now."

Near raised his arms and released a monotonous "Boo."

Matt leaned against the door frame and chuckled, dressed as Mario from his favorite game. "Yeah, real scary Near."

Mello grunted. "That doesn't count! God, even lazy ass Matt did better!" He ran across the room to the younger genius.

"Hey!" The redhead rebutted.

The blonde yanked on the sheet, pulling it off of Near. The boy huffed, fixing his black wig as it slid off of his head. A bit of black make-up was rubbed under his gray eyes. Near's usual white pajamas were replaced with a white long sleeved shirt and baggy jeans.

"Ah, I planned for this as well, as you can see." L grinned as Matt began laughing. "Near is going as his mentor. Me."

Mello's eyes widened as he grumbled a few obscenities. He turned and walked to over to the giggling Mario, punching his arm and earning a yelp of pain. His sky eyes narrowed before exiting. "L... You're not in a costume though. You shouldn't be allowed any candy!"

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, Mello. I am dressed as L."

Matt chuckled as Mello deadpanned. "What?! You can't dress as yourself!" He pointed an accusing finger at his Mentor.

The older man grinned from ear to ear, pressing a finger to his bottom lip. "But Mello, you see, only a few know that I am L. To the rest of the world... This costume is genius." Matt doubled over laughing as Mello exited fuming. The poor redhead left after another yelp.

L sighed, closing the door and returning to his desk. "Near-." He craned his neck to find the boy passed out from his sugar high, sprawled out on the bed, wig askew replacing a pillow. He shook his head, returning to his sweets and work.