A Complex Machine (Death Note: L Love Story)
When someone tells you a cycle is repeating, it is just obvious. It is something our minds already know: it goes around and around, meant to repeat for a set number of times, or sometimes, forever.
But that shouldn't matter. Not to me, not anymore on the very least. I go by the alias of Repeat, and was taken in to Wammy's House in quite a peculiar way. Then once again, most children there did.
I was kept apart for some time. Not because I was intelligent: no, nothing like that, if anything, I may had been just above the average six years old when I first got there. It was mostly because of the complex machine that I was.
Almost anyone could be me: but they simply don't want to. It just takes experience to read corporal language, to know when someone lies just by looking at them, or make a story just by being around enough time. You have to be surrounded by many feelings and situations for a long time, feelings or situations like sadness, happiness, depression, anger, insanity, or other joyful issues.
But nobody takes time to. And I won't blame them. Whoever sees someone go completely angry one day surely won't want to be there for the next day, especially not in a house full of liars, depressed people, mentally unstable people... It's horrible.
And Watari knows that I can rub off. He knows it, I just don't know how. Otherwise, he surely wouldn't have placed the orphanage's treasure child to be my friend: or me to be his only friend. Maybe he knew that slowly, my number of friends would drop to just one, maybe he didn't.
But it doesn't matter. I am the complex machine that resides in Wammy's House. I am the girl that reads humans. I am L's best friend.
I am Repeat.
I am the complex machine.
But what I take the most pride on, is being L's best friend.