L sat in his seat, looking bored as usual, his feet tucked up underneath him, head in his hands. Occasionally he would reach out and grab one of the chocolates in the bowl on his table, open the wrapper, and pop into his mouth, then throw the trash away, but that was really the only moving he did, that is until Light Yagami walked in the door.
"L?" Light asked, as he closed the door, turning his back for an instant, then turning to smile at the other man. L looked up at him and smiled back.
"Finally you're home" he said, blinking. Light cocked an eyebrow and then scoffed. He walked over to L and ruffled his hair. L grunted and growled. He hated it when Light did that. Light laughed.
"At least, I'm not sitting on my butt all day" he said, sitting on the couch opposite L, throwing his arm over the back, letting it dangle on the other side. L rolled his eyes, then smiled.
"You're sitting on your butt now" he said, pointing out the obvious. Light closed his eyes and laughed again.
"Yeah, but I had stuff to do today, and I'm tired unlike you who's most likely done nothi…" Light was suddenly cut off when he heard a shuffling noise, like feet moving across the floor. He opened his eyes and saw L shuffling toward him. Light smiled as L seated himself on Light's lap.
Light's arm wrapped around L's waist and he shoved his nose into L's neck, as if smelling him. L laughed a little as Light began to kiss his neck lightly. Light chuckled.
"Ticklish Ryuzaki?" he asked in L's ear, making him shrink away. L laughed.
"What happens if I say yes?" he asked, turning his head, kissing Light's neck. Light laughed too.
"Seems you are too" L said, chuckling under his breath. Light scoffed and rolled his eyes, but smiled. L laughed at Light's reaction.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm kind of hungry" Light said, poking L's side, making him jump. Light chuckled as L got up.
"You want me to make something?" L asked. Light looked at him, kind of surprised. L never offered to make food.
"You think you can handle it?" he asked, standing up, cocking an eyebrow at L. L scowled.
"What, you don't think I can do it?" he asked, sounding a little hurt and disappointed. Light heard his tone, and winced.
"No, no I think you can, it's just a little surprising, you've never asked to cook before" he said, scratching the back of his head. L calmed down a little.
"Well, I've never cooked before, but there's always a first time for everything" He said, smiling. He then started heading towards the kitchen. Light watched him for a little bit, then followed.
"Uh, you need any help?" he asked, standing in the doorway of the huge kitchen. L was crouched down, digging through one of the cupboards for a bowl. He waved his hand and smiled up at L.
"Nah, I think I'm fine" he said, he finally found the bowl he was looking for and put it on the counter top, then he went to the fridge and started digging through that. Light watched him walk around the kitchen, a small smirk on his face. Then he sighed.
"Ok, well if you don't need my help, then I'll be out here watching TV I guess" he said, pointing to the blank TV with his thumb. L said nothing, and just smiled at him, then he waved.
Light sat on the couch again, found the remote, and flicked on the TV. He channel surfed for a while until he found a show that he liked, then relaxed. He started thinking. Tomorrow was Saturday and he had no plans….he'd finally get to stay home with L. But what were they supposed to do? L never really wanted to do anything, except watch TV or eat or have sex (which Light didn't object to). He shrugged to himself. Oh well, they'd figure something out. He continued watching his show.
It felt like hours had gone by, but when Light checked his watch he found he'd only been sitting here watching this TV show for only about 25 minutes. He sniffed the air. He could smell L's cooking from the kitchen. It smelt good. He then realized that he never asked L what he was making. He watched the TV a little longer then finally got up, stretching. He yawned. He always yawned when he stretched, it was a habit.
Light started to walk toward the kitchen, a small smile on his face, when he heard a grunt, a clatter, then a blood curdling scream. His blood ran cold and the smile on his face faded. His heart beat a thousand times per minute. He bolted to the kitchen.
"L!!" He shouted, he froze in the doorway. His eyes went wide.
There was blood all over the counter top. The knife was on the floor blood dripping from its tip. Light looked around for L…..and finally spotted him, crouched down behind the island counter, holding his right hand against his chest. Light gasped and ran to him.
"L, L WHAT HAPPENED?!" he cried, kneeling down. He saw that L's shirt was being stained dark red, with blood. L looked up at Light, tears flowing from his eyes, and he slowly pulled his hand from his body.
"Shit" Light cursed, when he saw L's wound. The knife had cut through deeply. There was no other to describe than that it was a bloody mess. Light looked at L, shocked.
"How did you do this?" he asked, grabbing L's wrist, careful not to touch the wound. L sniffed and shook his head.
"I don't know" he said. This obviously confused Light. How do you not know how you cut yourself?
"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked, his voice getting higher. L shook his head again.
"I don't know…." He paused and hissed as pain shot up his arm.
"It hurts" he said, looking at Light, helplessly. Light got up and looked around frantically for something to stop the blood flow. All he could find was a towel, but that was good enough, as long as it would hold long enough for them to get to the hospital.
Light wrapped the hand gently, but still got a few hisses and gasps from L. After that, Light led L out of the kitchen and sat him on the couch, then he went to go his keys.
"Great, just the way I want to spend my weekend, in the hospital" he cursed, but he knew that he couldn't be mad at L. He did say it was his first time. But who would be that careless enough to cut themselves like that, and then say they didn't know how they did it? Was L going Alzheimer's on him?
Light laughed a little, but then remembered he had to be somewhere. He quickly grabbed his keys and went back to L. He helped him into the car when they got to it and then he quickly got into the driver's side. He started the engine and like that they were off, at, at least 80.
L was silent through the whole ride, except for some moans of pain. Light looked at the toweled hand and noticed the blood was starting seep through. He pushed on the pedal harder, going 85. Suddenly, after a few seconds, L spoke up.
"Light" he said. Light looked at L, concerned.
"Don't say you're going light headed" he said, his hands gripping the wheel until his knuckles were white. L shook his head, though he did feel a little light headed.
"I….I don't know why, but I thought I felt something in the kitchen with me when I cut myself" he said. Light looked confused, looking sideways at L. L looked at him, seriously.
"I thought it may be you at first, but then……it-it felt evil, I looked around but there was nothing there" he said, he looked down at his injured hand and groaned as he saw the blood still seeping through the towel. He continued.
"I saw nothing so I turned back around and picked up the knife, then suddenly it felt as if the hand with knife was controlling itself, it was like I had lost control of it for just a few moments, then that's when I……well that's when I got the cut" he said. He stared forward. Light looked at him sideways still, then his eyes narrowed. An evil presence? If L was telling the truth and he really felt something with him, maybe it was a rogue Shinigami, but if L was lying….
Light shook the thought from his head and looked back at the road. No, L would never lie to him, he never had, why would he start now? Light sighed and neither of them said anything until they got to the hospital.
Both of them sat in the waiting room, quietly. Light checked his watch. They had been there for and hour and a half now and still no one had bothered to come and check on them. Light narrowed his eyes. This was bullshit. He looked over at L who was cradling his hand, slightly doubled over. He could tell L was in pain. He was starting to get angry. He got up and marched over to the counter.
"Hello, how may I help you?" the nurse at the desk said. Light hissed at her.
"We have been sitting here for over an hour now, what the hell are you people doing making us wait, can you not see he's bleeding to death over there?" he practically cried, pointing to L. The nurse flinched a little and looked at L, over Light's shoulder, then she started typing something into the computer. Light was getting pissed. Finally the nurse looked up at him.
"Sir, we have a room ready for you right now, we are sorry for the inconvenience" she said, nicely. Light rolled his eyes and growled.
"Yeah, you better be" he said under his breath, turning away from her, heading back towards L.
"Hey we got a room finally, let's g…" Light stopped short, as he looked up at L. His eyes grew wide.
L was standing up and his face was twisted in pain. He was slightly doubled over and he was shaking. He looked up at Light, and gasped.
"Light, what's wrong with me…..?" L asked, he reached out for Light, but before Light could get to him, L fell to his knees, then fell unconscious as his feet.
"Ryuzaki!" Light cried, picking L up off the ground holding his head in his lap. He smacked his face lightly.
"Wake up, wake up!" he shouted, then he turned to the nurse, who was standing up, looking worried. Light yelled at her.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE, HELP ME!" he cried. The nurse nodded and quickly dialed a number on the phone.
Light looked down at L, and tears started to form in his eyes. He remembered L's question.
"What's wrong with me" echoed in his head. Light shook his head.
"I don't know…..L, I don't know".
(Well how's this for my very first fanfics for Death Note? Pretty suspenseful? I think so too, please tell me what you think and I'll try to update soon, depends on how many reviews I get )