Hands and Feet

by mewling

[L arc] [no yaoi] The only differences between them are mostly hands and feet.

seriesdeath·note
ratedK
warningsangst,OOC
words250
bymewling

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Hands and Feet

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A/N: I don't know what I was thinking either (shakes head). It seemed a good idea. But I guess I don't think.
P.S: Death Note, has of course finished. I want to write more, but I'm bereft of ideas…
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It's a familiar situation for L.

Light's fist connects with L's face.

L's foot hits the side of Light's face.

And as expected, Misa's voice comes up from the side lines as she drags on Light's arm. She says something about not damaging Light's face; but it's not important because Light's looking intensely at L again.

It's something he's having a hard time getting used to; Light's face looks at him with sincerity and passion, nothing like before, when L had the deep impression Light was alternating between wanting to kill him and wanting laugh at him.

There's some variable in this equation he doesn't know. Something outside of his database.

He doesn't trust Light. He's still the closest thing L will ever know to a friend.

Yagami-san has come in, filled with fatherly concern. L finds something to busy his mouth with as he watches Light reassure him. Matsuda says something about similarities between L and Light as he pats Light on the back. Misa is disputing this; she's still on Light's arm. It all looks very cosy.

L supposes there are lots of similarities between him and Light. The only differences between them are mostly hands and feet.

Light places a comforting hand on his father's shoulder, and L touches his smarting cheek, now bulging with sweets, thoughtfully.

With his hands, Light can hold on to anything.

L looks down. His bare does curl into the carpet.

But with his feet, all L can do is walk away.

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