Waking up to the bright sun of a winter morning,in his eyes, L has the greatest craving for the sweet taste of cake. He gets up and walks out the door while rupping his eye. L crys out,"Watari! I want some cake." But there is no response. L walks around the whole houe looking for watari. L finds a note on the fridge,'I have gone out to visit a friend,ill be back around 7:00. Signed Watari.' Starring at the note, L's craving gets bigger.He looks at the clock,it read 1:00,he could not wait. He opens up all the cabinets doors looking, he even checks the fridge. But no cake. Not being able to wait any longer. L puts on his jacket, a hat,gloves, and reluctly shoes. He opens the door to a big gust of wind in his face, and that thought that he was going to show his face for cake. But cake was worth it. He took his first step out in to the snow, when the sudden shudder of cold ran up his spine. He started to run, the bakery was only 2 blocks away, and he would make it.
At the bakery, L pushs his face up against the glass to admire the icing on all the cakes. There was too many to chose from, chocolate with white icing and strawberrys, lemon cake, cinnamon with a cold icing, and a bunch more. L asks the clerk,"Which ones are the best,sir?"
The clerk replies,"well, there all good."
L felt his pocket, there was a big bag filled with money, he thought to himself. 'Would watari mind if I spend alot of money.' But the thought vanished as soon as he saw all the cake again. He slapped the bag of money on the counter and said, "Ill buy them all please."
The clerk starred at him, thinking there was no way he would have enough money. Then he counted it, his mouth fell open, indeed he had enough, and still money left over. He gave L the cakes he could carry and said, "the rest will be dropped off at 6:00."
L nodded in agreement, grabbed the cakes and rushed out the door.
The secound he was out the door he raced down the street,through the door of his house, and into the kitchen. He grabbed a plate and put a piece of cake on it, and started eating it. It tasted so good, when he was done with that cake, he ate another one and another one, and another. Till all the cakes he had carryed home were gone. L licked his lips, thought cakes were the best. Yet, L still wanted more, he sat at the window and starred out it. It was now 4:00, he had 2 hours left. So he opened up his family album, and flipped to the page where his brother Q was. He was fuzzy,black and white, and a panda. He loved his brother. Finally the 2 hours were over, the bakerys van was pulling in the drive way. Box by box, they brought in all the cake.
When Watari got home at 7:00, he walked into L's room to find him passed out surround by a hundred cake boxes. But no cake was in any of the boxes. Watari shook his head,and picked up L. He placed L in his bed, put the cover over him. So only his face was showing, and asked L,"how come when ever you do this, you never save me any cake." L being asleep, didnt answer. Watari left his room closing the door after himself. He went down stairs, and into the kitchen to get himself something to eat. To his surprise, sitting on the kitchen table. Was a piece of cake. Just for Watari.