Contradictions
The one thing that L truly never understood, no matter how hard he struggled through thought, how much he concentrated, was the emotion called love.
Sure, he'd taken likings to people before, such as the children at Wammy's House orphanage, and Watari himself. The Task Force were decent partners, so he had taken a modest, polite liking to them as well. But there was a thick, bold line drawn somewhere, which separated these people from the single one on the other side of the great, mighty line, he concluded thus far. But what puzzled L was where exactly that line was, and what was so different between the two sides of that line. Where they two sides of the same coin, or two different coins, one silver, one gold, altogether?
L didn't know where to find an existing answer to that. He bit at the skin of his thumb in frustration, glancing at the source of that very frustration just a few icily empty seats away, since the Task Force had left long ago. Perfect chestnut hair that fell across his eyes often, perfect caramel eyes that never failed to spirit L away into their depths, perfect form, perfect, simply flawless skin, not a single blemish visible to dare prove him wrong... the list could go on like this forever. Light was a true personification that word- perfection. L sighed quietly and lowly, like the provoked animal he was, wanting to ravage this perfection, to be enthralled in thrilling pleasure and pain. But the one was problem clearly present was this; how could his feelings, whatever they were labeled as, ever be returned? Was there even a slim possibility?
Eventually, L slowly rose from his respective chair, plopping his bare feet on the cold tiled floor, and the chain connecting them as one jingled softly like a weak bell. "Light-kun, I believe that's more than enough work for tonight. You need your sleep." L called gently, almost as if he were afraid to break the silence. He wondered if his voice was even audible. His dark eyes darted to Light's huddled form on the chair. L waited a little longer, shifting on one foot to the other unconsciously, but there was no movement whatsoever except gentle, even breathing. "Light-kun?" L questioned worriedly, sliding over the to chair, almost leaping, scanning over Light's still form rapidly. L felt a grin tug at his lips at what he saw.
Light was fast asleep, his arms huddled around his knees and chest limply, a small, sugar-sweet smile gracing his lips adorably. He looked much like a snug little puppy, L noted. His hair was dangling in front of his eyes, changing position at every tiniest move. "I was quite correct when I said you needed your sleep, hm?" L asked softly, brushing the hair from Light's eyes and savoring its soft, silky feel as if he'd never be able to touch it again. Maybe that was true.
His hand slipped down to Light's face to caress his cheekbones ever-so-softly, like the wary touch of a feather. "You may never feel the way I do to you in return, but I'll always... feel this way, I'm sure of that, Light-kun." L whispered as he gradually pulled his hand away. "There's a 99.97% chance of that always being the solid truth." L didn't notice the slight smile on Light's lips widen.
"Let's go to our room, shall we?" L cooed lovingly, obviously not expecting a response as he riskily lifted Light into his arms, bridal-style, and roamed down the plain halls, the chain between them dangling across the floor being the only sound nearby besides united breathing in an undisturbed harmony.
L delicately laid Light on the silky white bed that was softer than a cloud, as if he were a porcelain doll just waiting to shatter with one terribly wrong, fatal move. Then, L sighed sullenly, drawing his thumb to his lower lip as he sat like a gargoyle, a guardian, on the right side of the bed carefully. He was now watching Light intently, studying every rhythmical little rise and fall of his chest. He wasn't sure what to do; in fact, he was completely lost yet again. He obviously wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon, he didn't need to anyway, he never did.
He turned ever-so-slightly, his right eye not daring to leave Light's figure and picked up a sleek silvery laptop off of the otherwise vacant nightstand, flipping it open slowly, silently, and quickly pressing the power button, a gentle humming whir emanating from the computer as it came to life.
Two little blue light flicked on brightly like tiny specks along the side, as the vent released cool air on L's knee. His thumb expertly darted across the built in mouse, opening up the Kira files interface, typing in the carefully guarded password as silently as he could. If he woke Light up, he'd feel guilty for it, he knew he would.
However, before he returned to his previously abandoned work, he locked the computer and closed the shining lid as it reflected the dim lighting overhead. He set it on the thick, patchwork blanket and he bent his head closer to Light's, arching his pale neck as he did so. He sighed inwardly and rolled his eyes. "No regrets... regrets would be very unlike you, Lawliet." he thought encouragingly, almost scolding as he drew nearer, the space between their faces narrowing drastically. He, with one last inward sigh, softly laid his pink lips on Light's own with a slight, warm press of affection.
A/N- Rated M for the future chapters, which will be much longer. I'm sorry its so short ^^ I tend to get more motivated when reviews are written, but I'm still in school for another 12 days, so I'll be a little busy during this time. Ill still be writing though, the second chapter is already in progress~