There's some yaoi, if you squint.
Liar
It was a hot and sweaty summer day in Tokyo, and the Kira detective agents were unfortunately sweating profusely in their work shirts and suits due to the broken air conditioning system, which the government had promised to fix over two weeks ago (after a summer holiday break and a deadline extension).
Of course, being the government, the air system was never repaired and the task force was already stripped down to workshirts and loosened ties, their suit jackets thrown to the corner, over chairs, tables, computer monitors, and even a-was that Matsuda's?-suitjacket was hung at the window to create a makeshift curtain.
And we all know men sweat without shame or consideration for the growing acrid scent of the room.
Nothing was happening-even the computers were burnt out in the heat and processing. The task manager was opened at least two fold the number of times today, and impatience grinded at everyone's mind.
Light Yagami sat in the corner, his computer closest to the wall. He was trying to stay as still as possible in hopes that the heat exhaustion wouldn't get to him, but he was eye sore from staring at the computer screen that had been on 37 percent downloaded for longer than L could keep his eyes open without blinking.
Light turned his head to the rest of the Japanese police crew. Everyone was dying but it seemed L was the only one not suffering, not a visible drop of sweat on him, and sipping on hot overly sugared coffee.
The auburn haired boy turned his head back to his computer screen, which cheerfully displayed 37 percent on the download bar.
38 percent now.
Light sighed, running his hands through his lightly sweat dampened hair and closing his eyes for a moment, reopening them to a hazy exhaustion that convinced Light that he was not going to be siting there in the office any more longer.
He stood up, jerking the handcuffs and scooted his chair back. The clink of the chains and fart of the chair legs on humid tile snapped up the attention of the others.
"Ryuuzaki and I are going to be taking a break," he declared, tugging at the shackles to cue the black haired detective get up as well.
L stay put.
"I don't need a break," he said simply.
"But you're attached to me," Light replied. "Come on."
No movement.
"I'm getting strawberry shortcake. I was hoping we could split it."
Bare feet hit the floor.
"Ja ne!" L waved, dragging Light out the door with him.
They exited the building, venturing into the sweltering temperatures of metropolitan Tokyo. The two teenagers took a right, toward one of L's favorite bakeries.
L's heart skipped four beats when he looked up to meet eyes with the love of his life, who was standing by the window with him-across the glass.
A gorgeous (yes, more gorgeous than Light Yagami) personal cake made with white frosting that contained specks of strawberry and sprinkled with small chocolate chips, holding up the king of all strawberries-poised, juicy and ripe, on top, dipped in hardened chocolate and nuts-sugared nuts.
Light walked on past the bakery, preventing L from propsing to the sweet dessert.
"Aren't we getting cake, Yagami-kun?" L asked, black void eyes staring down at Light. Light would take it as a challenging glare for having interrupted L's confession of love to the cake on display.
"I lied," Light said, without missing a beat, pulling L past the sweets.
"Then?" L asked, unsticking his hands and face from the window glass and catching up with the other guy.
"We're going to the beach."
L protested, but Light insisted the beach was the only place where no shoes were required.
And that L needed a tan anyway.
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Being Light Yagami, Light was stunning as he walked out of the blue beach water, skin sparkling with trails of ocean falling off his skin, shirtless and only some bermuda trunks to leave the rest for the female population on shore to imagine. He dragged out a rather dismissive L from the water with him, black hair tamed, plastered to his neck and face, coughing in distaste of the ocean salt on his tongue.
Light chose a spot to sit down on the sand, and the other gender followed.
They crowded around him at once.
"Hiiiiiii Light-kun!"
"Oi! Light-kun! Fancy meeting you here!"
"Today is a pretty hot day isn't it, Light-kun?"
"You have time today right, Liiiiiiight-kun?"
Light cracked a golden smile to each of his admirers, each of them believing his duplicated smiles were uniquely directed to them, and they giggled with pleasure, and like flies on a cake, either buzzed off or hung around.
Eventually they noticed the handcuff on Light's wrist, and then their eyes slowly traced it to the guy sitting next to Light, but ignored. L was pretty content with the soft white beach sand running over his toes however, and only looked up from his crouch when he felt eyes staring at him. He stared back, panda eyes unwavering, like how his wet shirt and jeans stuck to his pale skin.
"Light-kun? What happened here?"
"Are you in trouble?"
"...You're not into bondage, are you?"
"Is that a friend? Why is he with you?"
Light gave them the million dollar smile again and explained: "Well this is one of the cases my father is working on. He's a wild child, and I volunteered to take care of him while I exposed him to society, so now he's chained to me."
L bared his teeth and waved to his spectators.
"Oh, Light! You're such a kind person!"
"You're so sweet to help out your father!"
"I'm so relieved that you aren't the one in trouble!"
"Wow! Good luck with that!"
After a few more complementary murmurs, suddenly a fangirl realized something.
"Wait, Light-kun...if you have to be with him all the time...does that mean you sleep with him?"
The other girls gasped in exclamation and repeated the question in concern.
Light laughed, "No, of course not! He can do that on his own!"
There was a collective sigh of relief and then after a few minutes of goodbyes, the crowd soon dispersed, leaving Light in company of only L.
Light fell back, lying on the sand with his hands under his head, eyes closed in the bright sun.
L snorted, his laugh no longer had to be stifled.
"What," Light asked in annoyance, shooting a sideways glare at the still crouching L.
"Liar," L replied.
"I can't go around telling people that we're working on the Kira case."
L smirked. "No. For what you said after."
Light felt a shiver of a smile crawl onto his face, but he closed his eyes and put a finger over his lips. "Shhh..."
:P
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