L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

“Black T-shirt. Black shorts. Black sneakers. Black cap. Sunglasses.” I burst out laughing. “Everything? Who died? Are you going to a funeral?” “Are we going out or not?” he chuckled, completely unfazed. I covered my mouth, still giggling. “Sorry. I couldn't help it.” By five, the chaos was cleared. I dressed Liam first in a cream set with tiny blue shoes, then turned to the mirror, fixed my hair, put on a bit of makeup, and zipped into a purple gown that hugged my shape.

I do wonder what this Vincent dude looks like though, I had never seen him as I tried as much to avoid anything that talks about their dumb stupid war. I walked to the shower and had a quick bath, got myself all dried up and brought out my case of suppressants. Yeah, there was no way I was going to forget this, especially seeing I will be entering a den full of Alphas and Luna, ready to reap each other apart. I took the first dose which is usually about enough, but this time just for safety I took another one and made my way back into the room to get dressed I opened up the suitcase that was delivered to me with the name L on it, and then opened up the costume that was wrapped up.

Every detail was deliberate, from the sacred salt placed at the entrance to ward off evil spirits to the quiet procession of black-clad mourners who bowed three times before approaching the body. Liam and I had both been given mourning robes—black montsuki kimonos etched with Ryuji’s family crest. Wearing it felt strange at first, like stepping into someone else’s skin. But it was essential, I was told. A show of respect. A symbol of brotherhood in grief. I had it in me to argue, but I didn’t. Wearing this dress was only for a few hours, I could live with it. At least I didn’t look as ridiculous as Liam did.

Even now, in the pale light of morning, his presence radiates power. He looks immaculately dressed in his ceremonial tailored black velvet tunic with silver embroidery along the collar and cuffs. I remember Lafayette saying the embroidery reflects his status as the Demon King and the King of Lycans. He's also wearing slim black trousers with subtle silver piping to match the tunic. Draping over his shoulder is a silver clasped cloak that has the royal emblem embroidery. The outfit is completed with polished black boots with silver accents, completing the ceremonial look. I can also spot a diamond stone designed crown brooch on his attire. I also have one, but I'm going to wear it during the

I could still remember that gruesome image lingering inside my head. To entirely forget about it, I needed to look at something that could distract my mind. And that something is no other than Lia and her beautiful clothes. I finished eating and went to my room with the clothes Lean gave me. It's another cute dress that Lean indeed made for Lia. It has a white top blouse with a rounded flat collar and a light caramel ribbon in the middle of the color. Partnered with a single-breasted light caramel skirt. Lean also made me wear the agency's newest black lace-up boots. As I watched my reflection in the mirror, I could feel my heart calming down.

**Takeshi (smiling):** “Already on it. Lucian’s too tall for the futon anyway—might need the couch.” Upstairs, Haru’s alarm buzzes—Yellowcard again, softer this time. He groans, rolls out of bed, throws on black jeans, a clean Nakamura-kanji hoodie (red on black), and laces his Vans. Dragon-feather necklace settles warm against his chest. He runs a hand through his black-and-gold hair, sparks flickering briefly before he shakes them out.

Finally, she lifts this deep red dress to the light; it has a diamond cut open back. She was muttering to herself. "They're all my favorites; they are very alluring and pretty. I don't know which one to choose. I'll let my shoes decide. The best pair of shoes wins the dress." The black dress wins! She puts it on, and it fits perfectly. "I hope he likes it!" After putting on the finishing touches, Kita gets even more nervous when it's time to exit her room. ******** Lyle chooses his gray-silver suit for tonight. Compliment by his white and silver sheer shirt, with these black Italian shoes, accessorized with his black jewelry.

I ordered and watched him nod before walking out. It has been roughly three days since Luigi's death; nobody has made a move yet. Perhaps they were waiting for the right time to strike. I had to be one step ahead, and I'd deal with that problem when I returned. I opened my wardrobe, running my hands through all the blazers that were hung as I was searching for the right suit to wear. A well-tailored purplish black suit caught my eye, and I unhooked it. The fabric was smooth against my skin, perfect.

His hands grabbed them, glanced at me, and then took them. His costume was the same cut as usual, but tonight it was a pale blue— soft, under the low lighting. “Lilies,” he said.

Finished, I stand holding on the front of my white silky dress, a ruched turtle neck, mopping gown, puffy arms that were of solid ruched mopping high waist with my hands as on one I hold the gold white lily Leonidas gave me. I had been wearing no jewelry for it is costume to have your soon-to-be husband gift you their family heirlooms till the day of one’s wedding. The morning sun hasn’t yet risen to greet me. As I entered the chapel, Leonidas met me. He was in a white uniform that made him look remarkable. He took a moment to recollect himself, then took a slight bow, “Good morning, Lady Louise,” he greeted me. The tiny tears I had held in my expression had ended their threat to be exposed.