The dim fluorescent light shone through the dark room. Fluttering eyelids shot open. Something wasn't right.
"Ryuuzaki?" he mumbled, the chain on his hand jingling softly. Tentatively his free hand traced the links to not another hand, but to the cold bed post. What the hell he thought. His threw off the thin blanket covering him. Fumbling, he searched the sheets frantically for the key. Hoping that even such a strange creature as the detective L could make mistakes. He breathed a breath of relief when he found the small shape of the key beneath the said creature's pillow. Hurriedly he unlocked the handcuffs, leaving him to wander the room.
The first thing he did was make his way to the bathroom. His clumsy footsteps were muffled by the soft carpet, the darkness serving its purpose well. A dark shadow was crouched on the tiled floor, his hunched position revealing who it was almost immediately.
"Ryuuzaki?" Raito mumbled; sleep deprivation and mild shock numbing his thinking capabilities. L turned around almost lazily, the blade in his hand dropping to the floor with a clank. A row of neat X's marred his all too pale skin, as drops of crimson tears flowed down the drain. His dark eyes widened with fear before his usual mask came firmly into place. He stared silently at Raito, dark fathomless eyes unusually cold.
The ex death note owner stepped forward, worry and doubt flooding his mind. "What are you doing now?" he growled, his voice coming out harsher than he meant.
A thumb came between L's lips, the blood on his hands staining his white shirt a blossoming red. "Its nothing," he mumbled, eyes avoiding Raito's face.
"What do you mean it's nothing?" Raito muttered, stepping across the room and pinning L's hands above his head. The sleeves dropped down, revealing scars both old and new. Blood was staining his fingertips but he didn't care. Even now, Ryuuzaki refused to meet his gaze, and continued to stare at the tiled floor.
"It's a habit," he mumbled. But brown eyes still starred questioningly at him. "A cut for every murder I couldn't stop," he muttered tonelessly.
Raito kept silent, and pointed to the older scar on his other hand.
"Are those for murders you couldn't stop as well?" he whispered, faint understanding dawning.
L shook his head, "No," he paused, and chewed his lip. "Those were for every time I couldn't die," he whispered, and feeling Raito's grip on his arms loosened, he slithered out of his grasp. He meant to sweep out of the room, and hopefully drop the subject for the rest of the day at least, but Raito was quick and had grabbed his hand.
"Lemego," he mumbled, dark hair covering his eyes.
"No," answered Raito.
"You don't understand," he muttered, "this is a habit even older then my taste for confectionaries," he paused, a trail of blood leaving his lip, "It's unbreakable," he whispered.
"I can always try," Raito answered, and before the other boy could protest, planted his lips firmly on the detective. Wide black eyes stared back at him, confusion flooding those dark orbs. He smirked.
This was a start.
k.i.
This is as far as my cupboard of chastity would allow. I'm still blushing furiously because of it. I'm tempted to go hide under a bed. Childish of me, I know. But…….well, when all fails, blame the foul mouthed plot bunny!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON'T, THE COOKIE MONSTER WILL STEAL ALL OF YOUR CHOCOLATE AND MY EGO MONSTER WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!