My friend gave me some drabble prompts to do.
This is one of them. The word was "Hitler" so this was the result.
Look at it as psuedo-romantic or whatever you wish.
Thought Process
"Kira's thought process is similar to that of Adolf Hitler's."
"What?"
An auburn-haired teenager glanced from the computer monitor on which he had been working to look at the oddly seated man next to him. The abruptness of that statement had shaken him out of a trance that had been neither content nor unhappy, just a trance that had been inadvertently brought on by the clack-clicking of the keyboard. Now, the teen was very annoyed. No, that was probably an understatement.
"I believe that Kira's thought process is similar to Hitler's," the man repeated, turning to scrutinize the teen with permanently impassive eyes.
And the teenager – without missing a beat – replied with "Why do you think that, Ryuzaki?"
Ryuzaki, or L, as he was actually called outside of the investigation headquarters and behind synthetic voices almost smiled at the forced calm that Light emanated, though it was impossible to discern whether or not it was because the boy was taken aback or because his memories of being the first Kira were returning. And as always, the sleuth chose the latter.
"The first Kira had a god complex and alienated specific human beings, which isn't very different from how Hitler committed his deeds. They both saw themselves as superior men when really Hitler and Kira were both compensating for something that they found very important. Kira and Hitler also–"
"I understand, Ryuzaki!" Light cut in, voice full of caged resentment that was just itching to break out. "What I don't understand is how you even thought up such a thing! Are you researching past criminals or something?!"
L inclined his head a smidge, neither giving a "yes" nor a "no" answer as he chanced a further outburst from his prime suspect, but to no avail. A huff sounded from beside him and L turned to see the teenager a mere three inches from his face, eyes drilling through the detective's skull and face laced with the same puppet's mask that L plastered upon his own countenance so often.
"If you're implying," Light began, his voice forcibly calm, his face edging ever-so-closer, "that I am Kira once more, and therefore, since I am apparently Kira that makes me Hitler," their lips were almost touching now, Light's breath nearly becoming L's, "then you, Ryuzaki, are full of shit."
At that instance, Light's fist came out of nowhere, aimed directly at L's gut. Just as quickly, though, a freezing, milky white hand caught it, twisting Light's wrist to its limit before throwing the teenager down to the floor. L was nearly disgusted by Light's tactics, yet at the same time, equally enthralled by it. He turned back to his computer monitor, press a few buttons on the keyboard before speaking to the adolescent scrambling back up to his chair.
"You read too much into things, Light-kun."
"I'm still your top suspect, am I not? That's what the handcuffs are for, right? You can't blame me."
"You are correct that you're still my top suspect and yes, I can pin the blame on you if I must."
"Oh, shut up, Ryuzaki." The subtle exasperation in Light's voice was becoming greater.
And L almost smiled.