He scanned the clock hastily, it was 4:24 in the morning… 'Damnit! L….' thought the chestnut haired youth, as he lay listening to the incessant tapping of computer keys.
"Ryuzaki….Computer….off" the sleepy teen mumbled, half dead.
The man being spoken to threw the teenager a nasty look with his large, black eyes.
"No, that would be very illogical, light-kun." Said the stone eyed man.
"Why….?"
Light shuddered at the way he whined, like a child. He looked over at the black eyed figure, and then slipping his gaze upward to a thick, messy and shining mass of darkness the insomniac called hair. After a few moments he noticed that Ryuzaki was staring straight at him, Light turned so quickly that the detective toppled onto him, because of the handcuffs connecting the two.
"Get the hell off me!" screeched light
"You pulled the chain….idiot." the usual emotionless tone the detective had was completely gone, replaced only by a harsh and somewhat playful one.
Light felt a familiar heat start in his cheeks, trying to suppress it, he sharply turned his head away from the other man who was now climbing off of him and resuming his spot at his laptop.
"Sorry." Barked the teenager.
Ryuzaki tilted his head, to express his curiosity in the sudden apology.
"whatever for, Light-kun?"
"For….."
"yes…?"
"staring at you…." Oh how he hated to admit that he had been admiring the man.
"well, then I am also sorry for staring at you…"
Light was truly confused by this statement, not once could he remember Ryuzaki, L, staring at him. A thought then crossed his mind…a rather disturbing one….. L watched him as he slept! Light's bright red cheeks melted into a cold, white grimace. He wriggled uneasily and pressed his eyes shut. Yet, he felt somewhat comforted that he was being watched as he fell into a soft and quiet sleep.
As if on queue, L's head snapped over to the dreamy, soft image of Light's sleeping figure. His eyes misted over with thoughts of the brat, but how he liked the way that brat looked when he slept… light wouldn't yell, hit, protest, or be disagreeable in general when he was slumbering. L lurched backwards when he felt a small tug at his ankle. He toppled off of the bed pulling the now wide awake light along with him. A loud thud and bang preceded sharp groans of pain. L instinctively yanked his hand up to his tender back that slammed, hard, into the corner of the vanity. Light looked up seeing the pain in L's eyes, he pulled himself up and looked at L curiously.
"why… why did you pull me off the bed, let alone hitting yourself on the way down..?"
"you…you were holding on to my ankle quite tightly, it startled me."
Light couldn't help but stare at L, light had never seen L's eyes convey any emotion, but they were very clearly portraying pain.
"is your back alright, Ryuzaki?" putting his hand out as if he were going to touch the injured spinal column.
L huffed and swatted away the hand held out to him, and crawled back onto the bed. Light was a bit shocked that he had just offered the detective his hand, but even more shocked that he was rejected. It was not a pleasant feeling at all, rejection, he felt a fire raise inside of his belly, he knew what it was, he was mad…'What the hell…?! Why do I care if I got rejected by that freak..?!' thought the teen frantically trying to come up with reasons as to why he cared so much. He finally settled for the excuse that he was just tired and wasn't thinking right.