Okay this is my first attempt at Death Note. I enjoy constructive criticism...."You suck!" is not constructive...just to clarify lol.
Warning! This story starts out canon...but I can assure you its going to deviate rather violently soon. not just in the 'L falls for Light' aspect either. Regardless of the bizzare turns the plot takes...I will be doing my damn best to keep everyone in character...This means no bashing of characters even if I happen to not care for them. Just because I don't like Misa doesn't mean everyone would hate her.....same with Near...
As you saw above, this is a LightxL story with other pairings on the side so if your not into boyxboy stuff go ahead and leave now. However if you do like it then feel free to ignore this part of the warning.
Just to give everyone fair warning...my updates tend to be quite sporadic...I could post 3 times a week, a few times a month, or once a year...depends on if I get frustrated with writer's block or not. As I have difficulty breaking that horrid wall that prevents thought from reaching paper I really love reviews that give suggestions. You have no idea how much it helps.
Thank you for your patience.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note...If I did L would be chained to me instead of Light lol.
In the Case of Light Yagami
Light gazed blankly at the screen before him. Outwardly he was completely focused on the case data, but on the inside he was desperately trying to avoid panic at his own actions earlier that day. Never before had the teen been reduced to such a barbaric display of force…and it worried him immensely.
"I…I hit him…I hit Ryuzaki. Why would I do that?! Regardless of how irritated I was at him that's still no reason for me to have gone that far." The entire brawl in Misa's room earlier that day had been speeding through his mind endlessly since it had happened. The thing that worried him the most about the whole ordeal was surprisingly not the fight itself, but the fact that Ryuzaki had flown so far with the force of a single punch. Light himself had actually been yanked a few feet by the chain that had connected the two. "It's just too strange…I've never really prided myself on being physically strong…just fit enough to not grow tired when playing tennis or any other sport. Yet, I knocked Ryuzaki across the room with a single punch."
Light knew he was missing something important, he simply could not for the life of him figure out what. If that was not enough, a familiar stabbing sensation was making itself known behind his doe brown eyes. Leaning an elbow onto the desk he was currently stationed at, the teen pressed the heel of his palm to his left eye futilely in an attempt to relieve the quickly building pressure.
"Ugh…not again…" Light could hear the chain moving in his, now painfully over receptive, ears as L turned to observe his suspects change in behavior. Light ignored him however, as the room was now making an attempt to begin spinning. Now sitting hunched over and covering both eyes in an attempt to block out the now horribly offensive light the computers were omitting, Light tried to talk quietly but loud enough to be heard. "…Ugh…Dad?" The distressed teen distantly heard his father stand in response. Screwing his eyes shut he put out one hand in silent askance for something as he slowly continued. "You…wouldn't have them…on you…would you?" Light felt his father gently place his hand on his shoulder as he was turned to face him. Light had returned to putting as much pressure as was safe to his eyes to stop that awful sensation of having the backs of them stabbed with needles. It didn't help that putting pressure to his face this way reminded him of the terrible bruise that was forming on his cheek thanks to a well placed kick from L.
"Yes Light I have them, but you need to wait to take it until you're in bed." Sorichiro spoke quietly, concern thickly lacing his words. Light took a hitching sigh and very slowly nodded his head. Turning to L, Sorichiro spoke in the same tone, "Ryuzaki, Light needs to be in bed right now. These…migraines don't happen often, but when they do he needs to be removed from every kind of outward input he can…" L gazed calculatingly first at Chief Yagami, then at Light who was now trembling in his chair as he appeared to be restraining himself from ripping out his own eyes. The rest of the task force was looking at Light worriedly and L concluded that if he refused it would cause an uproar that would cause his suspects health to deteriorate even more.
"Very well Yagami-san. If you would assist your son, he and I shall retreat to our room until he recovers." The introverted detective was mindful of the volume at which he spoke as every minute sound caused the teen he was chained to, to flinch as though someone had just screamed in his ear.
Ten minutes and twenty floors later had Sorichiro setting his son onto the bed and fishing a medicine bottle out of his pocket. Pulling out a single pill he handed it to his son and helped him with a small glass of water. After about five minutes of insuring his son would be comfortable, he left with a grateful nod in L's direction.
Eyes were on him, he could feel it. Everywhere he looked, every dark corner menacing red eyes were on him. Before Light could even think to flee from those terrible eyes, horrible and excruciating pain exploded in his chest. Light didn't know for how long he suffered from this torment only that he could do nothing against it, even his voice failed him as he instinctively tried to cry out as his legs gave way. Before Light's body could fall he was caught by something…something unseen…something cold as death…something frightening. He could feel breath caress his ear as the unseen spoke without speaking.
"With every tear
The world shall fear."
Light bolted upright breathing heavily, his mind barely registering the sensation of the chain being pulled taut and a resounding thud on the other side of the bed he rested in. Slowly the teen's mind returned to rationality and heard a muffled groan from the other side of the bed. Moving over slightly to investigate the groan revealed L gingerly rubbing his back while half sprawled out on the floor looking up and him accusingly. Not wanting a repeat of what happened in Misa's room, Light moved to crouch by the wild haired detective.
"Ah, sorry about that Ryuzaki. Are you ok?" L stopped for a moment to give him a measuring look before standing, Light following soon after.
"Light-kun had stopped breathing. I was merely attempting to resuscitate him when he revived and knocked me to the floor." Light had gone very pale during L's explanation
Light-kun had stopped breathing.
Light-kun had stopped breathing.
"I…stopped breathing?" That was definitely NOT what he wanted to hear after a dream like he had just had. The brunette shivered at the fading memory.
With every tear
The world shall fear.
L looked curiously into Light's unfocused eyes, perplexed at the haunted expression the teen wore.
"Was Light-kun experiencing a nightmare?" Light snapped out of his thoughts to focus on L. The teen hesitated for a moment before nodding. L cocked his head to the side. "What about?" Light sighed before seating himself on the edge of the bed.
"Not much to it really. I couldn't see anything…It…felt like…like someone was trying to rip my heart out of my chest with their bare hands…." Light figured L was using this dream to gauge his percentages for the Kira case…but Light didn't care. It felt good to talk about it. It was in this mind set that the words from his dream fell from his lips in a hushed whisper. "With every tear….The world shall fear." Looking up, the brunette saw an unreadable expression on the detectives face, but Light finished before he could be interrupted. "I'm not sure what that means…all I know is whatever it was that was causing the pain in my dream…that's what said it." It didn't really seem as if L had heard him at all. The same unreadable expression rested on his face. Light jolted when he felt fingertips ghost over his cheek. He hadn't even seen L move!
"Light-kun…Why are you no longer injured?" Baffled, Light looked at L. Acute confusion traced every line of his face as L stood and pulled the young genius into the bathroom and turned on the light. The dark eyed insomniac stood by the sink expectantly then glanced at the mirror as a silent instruction. Still confused, Light turned to his own reflection and stared in muted shock. The massive bruise L had given him only hours ago that trailed from his high cheekbone to the soft curve of his jaw….was gone.
Yeah I know that was wierd. Anyway, feel free to guess where the story is going. It's late but I'm feeling kinda inspired to write more so unless I get stuck halfway through I should have the next chapter up soon.
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