Salvation: A Death Note Fanfiction
(A/N So, I know I've taken a long time to update III, I'm having REAL trouble writing the next chapter. I'm working on it though. So I thought I may as well give you guys this – a little idea I've been hoarding for a while. Then inspiration struck, and here you go.
Now, please use your great imaginations to conjure a whole lead up story to this, or just pretend that these two could possibly get together this quickly. Ok? Ok.)
Warnings: Slightly OOC L/Light. D: I'm sorry guys, I just couldn't get it too work with the plot :(
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Salvation
Light sat at the bright computer monitor, his sepia eyes weary from overuse. He quite literally ached for rest, but he refused L the satisfaction of seeing him out of control and in need of respite.
So he returned his focus to the screen, trying not to pay attention to the pale detective sitting next to him. Said detective was gazing up at the ceiling, but in Light's tired stupor, he did not realise that in actual fact, L was watching him from the corner of his eye.
It was late at night, a half-moon in the sky, and only a few stars could be seen twinkling through the large windows of the investigation headquarters. Light beamed down from the white bulbs hanging above their heads, and reflected from the chain that connected the two together, bouncing into Light's eyes, causing him even more discomfort.
Light was determined to catch Kira, but it was hard, very hard. Especially when he was forced to stay awake for three days on end.
I could convince L to let me rest if I claim that my lack of sleep is affecting my performance, thus disabling the case. This is a legitimate reason as to why I should be allowed rest – uugh, this makes me sound like a child!
Light rubbed his hand over his eyes. He couldn't ask for rest – his foolish pride wouldn't allow it.
"Light-kun, you look tired. Do you need sleep?" L's seemingly innocent voice drifted over to Light, a lullaby amidst his weariness. Despite his annoyance with the detective, he found his voice soothing, pleasant even, to listen to.
"No, thank you Ryuuzaki, I am fine."
Light looked up to see L had a crooked smile on his face, gazing at him, not bothering to try to hide it. It was a surprise for Light; he had never seen L smile before.
He liked it.
The smile softened L's face, and made him appear younger, more carefree even. It opened a different world up to Light – a world where L wasn't trying to convict him of mass murder. A world where the two could truly be friends.
Light opened his mouth to say something, something that would state the revelations of his recent epiphany, and call upon L to feel the same way. As he did so, he felt his chair wobble.
He halted, and looked down to see if the revolving feet of the chair had come loose. However, everything seemed to be in working order.
"Did you feel that, Ryuuzaki?" Light looked up at the detective, who was gripping his knees tightly.
"Light-kun-"His reply cut of as another tremor shook the floor. This one was stronger, and computers crashed to the floor, their screens shattering, sending shards of glass racing across the ground. L nearly fell off his chair, but managed to land on his feet before he hit the ground. L turned to see Light little more than halfway across the room, after his chair had shuddered and rolled under the force of the shaking.
"L, it's an earthquake!" Light stated the obvious, both of them knew what had happened.
"Are you alright Light-kun? There is no need to worry, this building can withstand tremors up to 8.0 according to the Richter scale, so we shall be fine. By the feel of it, that last one was only around 5.7, in other words, we are safe."
"I was not concerned for myself, Ryuuzaki" Light turned to look at the damage done to their work. "That is very inconvenient. I hope the rest of the taskforce are safe."
"I shall have Watari take you to your family once I am certain it is safe to venture outside. Until that time, we shall have to wait here."
As L finished speaking, a horrendous noise filled their ears, blocking out all other thought. It sounded as if the very Earth was tearing itself apart, yearning and hungry as its huge mouth gaped wide.
Light and L still stood a few meters apart as the walls of the building began to shake violently. They could feel the building actually swaying as the view of the stars from the windows shook and blurred. The panes of glass smashed, and more glass flew around the room. The feel of the shaking travelled through their very bodies, reverberating in the pit of their stomachs.
The floor upon which they stood caved in at the wall nearest to Light, breaking away from the wall and falling to make a deadly ramp.
Light could do nothing to stop his sudden descent. He fell and rolled off the edge, scrabbling to hold on. He could see L sliding towards him, tugged both by the chain and his desire to prevent Light from falling. His fingers mere inches from Lights when the teenager lost his grip on the jagged edge, and fell.
The last thing he saw before falling into darkness was the detective's onyx eyes, and the ceiling as it collapsed on top of him.
"L!"
Light cracked his eyes open, yet he could hardly make anything out in the dim light. His eyes were drawn to a chink of illumination, no larger than a coin, situated somewhere on the ground. He followed the light with his eyes, only to find he could not see where it was coming from; he only knew it was there.
He felt a heavy weight, nestled comfortably on top of him, and resting in the hollow of his neck. He could not quite make it out in the light, but it was definitely a person.
His eyes widened with horror as he realised the person wasn't breathing. He saw a particularly dark patch just at the bottom of his eye level, and realised it was the person's head – or namely, their hair. He lifted his fingers and ran them through the darkness, as all of a sudden, memories of what had happened flooded back to him.
The building collapsing around them, falling into the dark, and the only one he had cared about for a long time reaching out to him, begging him, commanding him: "Don't let go!"
L…
The person who was lying on top of him, not breathing, was L. L, the world's three greatest detectives, the infallible, mighty, mysterious L. He did not believe he was dead.
He couldn't be, because…
As if in reply to his very thoughts, L coughed a little and moved his head. He slowly, very slowly, rolled off Light, and landed on the dusty carpet next to him.
"L, are you alright?" Light breathed, glad beyond measure that the detective appeared to be unharmed.
"It seems I passed out Light-kun. My apologies."
" "I'm glad you're unhurt" " The genuine emotion in both their voices was surprising, more over by the fact that they had said the same thing, at the same time.
L gave Light a quizzical look, and sat up, climbing to his knees in preparation to stand, before promptly hitting his head on something sharp, large, and metal.
He dropped into a crouch next to Light, and put his hands on his knees, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, L began to make out his surroundings. It appeared that they were currently sitting in a small space made by the ceiling when it had landed on an angle against the walls from the floor below them.
Very likely, this was one of many pockets of space, however he estimated that the two were buried under the rest of the building, near the bottom of the pile, as the two floors that had been below them would have been crushed under the weight of the rest of the building.
That did not bode well for them.
"Ryuuzaki, we must get help."
"How do you propose we do that? We are likely buried under tons of brick and concrete; the city will have been devastated if even this building received such significant damage. Hundreds of people have likely already lost their lives, many more will have been injured much more then we have been. At the moment, we are not the priority on anyone's list, except our own." L's voice had returned to being flat and monotonous, mechanical is his matter-of-fact speech.
Light felt sick. There was hardly any room. At the highest, and least stable end of the space, there was enough space to kneel, and lengthwise, the space was perhaps a meter longer than they were. It was inevitable that claustrophobia would set in, but perhaps it wouldn't be as bad with L for company.
Their only source of fresh air was the hole that the little patch of light was coming from. They could survive, but not for long without water.
Leaving L in his tight crouch, Light looked around, trying to find some way to stabilize their surroundings. He dared not move anything, else he brought the building down on top of him, yet he continued to scan the area, hoping to find some salvation amongst the wreckage.
It was hopeless, there was nothing he could do to improve the situation. They had to wait, and trust that somehow, somewhere people were searching for them.
Attempting to find the best position in their cramped surroundings, he lay on his back with his hands on his stomach, looking at L still sitting where he had left him. He shivered as an icy wind blew through the small hole, his long clothing doing little to shut out the elements.
He could see that L was visibly shaking, his arms were wrapped around himself as he tried to remain apathetic, and collected.
"Ryuuzaki" Light murmured over the whistling of the wind, trying for the detective's attention.
"Ryuuzaki" Still, no reply.
"L!"
The detective whipped his head around, evidently having been pulled out of some daze by Light calling his name.
"Ryuuzaki, its cold, we-"He broke off as he realised what he was about to say: "We need to stay close at night, otherwise we will grow sick, which we simply cannot allow in this kind of situation."
L nodded. "Light-kun, call me L whilst we are down here, if you please."
Light's eyes widened a little, but he nodded none the less.
L scooted over to Light, fumbling around in the darkness. Light very nearly blushed as L's exploring fingers roamed over him, seeming to linger, but he pulled himself together – he refused to entertain such foolish fantasies.
Finally, L curled up against Light's side, their warmth mingling along with their breath.
Light too, turned onto his side so that their eyes were centimetres apart, gazing into the others depths.
Awkwardly, Light extended his arms around L, holding him tight, and pulling him close. It was a situation he had never imagined would happen, but he had to admit, he was enjoying it.
He banished such a morbid thought form his head immediately – they had to do this to survive!
"Light-kun is… very warm." L moved his head to listen to Light's heartbeat, and the teenager drew in a small breath at the contact. "Light-kun should sleep now; you were very tired just an hour ago."
"I don't think I want to now." Light replied with all honesty. He mentally smashed his head against the ground at the stupidity of what he had just said.
"Sleep Light-kun."
So as Light lay there, with L lying in his arms, he fell into slumber. His head drooped against L's, and the detective stayed a tight little ball against his side. He hoped, so desperately hoped, that they survived. More than that, he refused to let them die.
For L was a selfish creature, and he wanted this.
He wanted them to survive together.
(A/N So yeah, kinda fluffly ^_^ What do you think? At the moment, this will have 3 parts. The rating shall remain 'T' unless I get death threats for an… ahem… 'intense' final chapter ;D
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