Summary: Ryuzaki is certain that Light is Kira, and personally acuses him, yet again. Light denies his accusations, as usual. Ryuzakibelieves the young detective is only wittily hiding his true identity, and devises a plan - a new method unlike any prior. This new plan, it's something truly sensual. From this new method buds the possibilty of a relationship, and throughout this relationship, Light constantly tries to justify his actions, denying any affectionate feelings for Ryuzaki. He claims that he simply wants to know him, even though he could become a little more intimate than he would like.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note; it belongs to Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata.
Confession
Chapter One: "Kira."
The hour was nearly three o' clock in the morning.
2:42am to be exact.
The Kira Task Force Headquarters had grown virtually soundless – vacant – at this late hour of the evening. However, there were still two detectives in the building, attending to the usual meticulous, and somewhat grueling, tasks of this daunting Kira case.
They were silent, in the same room, with little space between them.
Computer and television monitors washed faint, white light over their faces, destroying any bit of darkness that tried to envelop them. Bleeding into the sound of his fingers dancing across the keyboard, the silver handle of L's spoon gently clanged against the side of his cup, pinging a high-pitched noise into the air to disrupt the quiet.
As if remorseful, he lifted his dark-rimmed eyes to the younger detective at his side – at Yagami Light – as the sound of his typing suddenly stopped. Light gave a look of annoyance, then averted his eyes away to his work. He continued. L looked away, apologizing in an indistinct murmur.
Light gave out a small sigh. He entered one last command into the computer, a lengthy one, letting his fingers glide effortlessly across the keyboard. He pressed Enter and back into his chair, resting his hands in his lap. His hand rose and raked his fingers through his hair, adjusting a few out-of-place strands. He promptly crossed one leg over the other. All the while, Light reviewed his work splayed clearly on the computer monitor, reading and re-reading, analyzing and reanalyzing each line, every word.
But, of course, the file was done perfectly.
Every date, fact, and bit of information – just perfect.
He gave a small nod.
"Ryuzaki, I've done what you asked," he announced softly, turning his eyes to the detective. Quickly, he blinked. Ryuzaki didn't seem to acknowledge him, being absorbed in a daydream, his eyes locked on an offline monitor. In his fingers, he rotated a sugar cube, but it slipped from his grasp and fell on top of the desk. He took it again.
Light cleared his throat. He tried again, a little louder than before. "Ryuzaki-san."
L looked to him slowly, question in his dark-rimmed eyes. "What is it, Light-kun?"
Light crossed his arms. "I'm finished," he stated again. "Would you like to see it now?"
"No. Not now…" His voice trailed, as did his eyes, falling over his cup of tea.
A trace of concern ghosted Light's typically calm complexion, slitting and warming his reddish-brown eyes, gently cringing his expression.
"Is something wrong?"
The question hung in the air, brewing up a sort of stress in the moment of silence, in the atmosphere. L crushed the sugar cube between the tips of his thumb and index finger and smudged the fine, white particles into nothing but grain. He met the fellow detective's eyes with somber gaze and frowned.
He said nothing.
Silence, again, and more tension hung about the air.
Light made a quiet sound, a stammer, but L spoke before him.
"Light-kun," he started, quiet. "…You are Kira."
Heat rose within the younger detective – fury – but he wisely masked the emotion with a lowering of his eyelids and a slow sigh. He made sure his form wasn't too tense, made sure none of his irritation ghosted his expression. He opened his eyes. "Again with these accusations, Ryuzaki-san…" he spoke quietly. "I thought your suspicions towards me had ended."
L brought his thumb to his bottom lip, prodding, to and fro, at the smooth flesh. "The probability of you being Kira, Light-kun, - the percentage – has only decreased," he replied coolly. "…By one percentile."
Light looked elsewhere and shook his head. "I'm not Kira, for the one hundredth time. I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, Ryuzaki."
"I don't know what I can do to make you confess, Light-kun…"
Light narrowed his eyes a little. He echoed lowly, "Confess…" He narrowed his eyes, refusing to glance in L's direction. "…I'm not Kira."
The younger detective may have refused to look in his direction, but it only gave L an excuse to watch him – to search his complexion, deeply, searching for any emotional or physical signs of suspicion. He caught a glimpse of Light's reddish-brown eyes, the hue fixed in the usual warm tone, although a flicker of irritation was present and aflame. His complexion was held controlled, but bothered from L's day-to-day accusations.
Any sense of anxiety, fear, worry, unease - all nonexistent.
Well, he looked unsuspicious.
Either Light, truly, was calm at the moment, or he was very good at acting.
L, finally, glanced away.
"Well, I could torture you for the truth, but that would just be completely inhumane."
Light shot his eyes to him. "What are you saying…"
The detective continued on, fidgeting with his bottom lip in contemplation. He brought a sugar cube to his mouth. "A polygraph test? No... Surely you would rationalize a method to deceive the machine..." He paused. "What could I do..."
The room fell to a hush.
Light looked on, watching L in his mode of contemplation. Moments passed, even minutes elapsed. L met the younger man's eyes, wordless.
Light blinked. "…What?"
"I've thought of something. A way," came the answer quickly, quietly. "But, it's rather…" He searched for the right word. "Odd."
"Odd?"
"Yes. And a little extreme. Perhaps even unlike me."
Light made a noise in his throat, one of perplexity combined with a little fear of the unknown, fear of what could happen. What was this new method of his? Something odd, a little extreme, and unlike him…
He thought he saw the flicker of a smile on L's pale complexion, but in an instant, it was gone.
What was this? A joke?
He gave a look. "…Ryuzaki-san. I'm not sure - "
"It's nothing that will wound or injure you, if that's what you're worried about," he assured him gently. "Although…No. I can't promise that you will not be in some form of pain at one point or another. It's a possibility, but it all depends on how you cooperate."
Light opened his mouth to speak. Instead, another noise stammered forth. He turned his eyes away, sighing to dismiss all senses of unease. He closed his eyes for a moment.
"Alright. Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "I will."
What was he getting himself into?
"You're willing to try?"
"I suppose so. Yes."
L nodded.
Excellent.
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L'Adore.