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“Light-kun has purchased 49 apples in the past two weeks, despite not being able to eat them,” L thought. “The suicide notes that Kira’s victims left said ‘L, did you know gods of death love apples?’ Kira considers himself to be a god already.” L gnawed on the fingernail of his thumb, eyeing the serial killer as he checked his reflection in the computer screen for the billionth time. “It’s arguable that the two are connected somehow. Could I use this–no, of course not. It's all circumstantial.” L stewed in his discontent. Everything pointing to Light Yagami being Kira was always circumstantial.
What L didn't know is that everything about Kira was circumstantial, starting from the carelessly dropped Death Note and everything that happened after. Including Ryuzaki’s powerful Chapa kick knocking out Light’s tooth, which led him to the dentist’s operating table, not knowing the dentist was running on two hours of sleep from the tireless planning of a funeral for his drug addict brother who died of a heart attack, which led to the dentist screwing up the golden boy’s perfect teeth, which led to the braces said golden boy had been fiddling with ever since he got them.
L only wished he could've seen Light’s reaction to the news. Did he struggle to hold onto his friendly veneer as the reality of his cracked image sunk into his mind, or did all pretenses fly out the window? A true Kira breakdown, now that would be just grand. L entertained the very entertaining idea of the brunette hurling insults at that dentist and his team with Kira’s perfect precision. L snickered.
Light’s head whipped around so fast, he might've actually broken his neck. “What?” he spat out to the man who just realized he's been staring at a very insecure Kira this whole time. L could've sworn Kira's eyes burned a furious red. Ryuzaki turned right back around in his chair. Today was hardly the day for a psychopath’s psychological collapse, he hadn't even finished his cake. Another time, then.