Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic and yaoi, so please don't be too hard on me! I do want constructive criticism though so please review and rate!
Summary: This fanfic is about the bond between two geniuses! L and Light are the only people to ever understand each other on the same level, & the fact that they want to keep their first real friend but are each on different sides of what they call 'justice' will be the test that they will determine whether or not they're going to give each other 'up' or not. In the process, they'll start to develop…'different feelings' for one another that are more than friendly… Rated M for later chapters! XD
Warning: Yaoi, smut, lemon, Rated M for later chapters! (If you don't like it then don't read it!)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any characters associated with it; it rightfully belongs to Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba.
Chapter 1. Complications
As Light typed, working on the 'Kira Case', he'd look over to his 'boss' to whom he was chained to by the wrist.
At the moment, L was scooping strawberry cake into his eager little mouth. Light watched as lips closed on the fork, tongue darting out momentarily to lick the remnants of cake away.
Light felt himself twitch in response, and heard himself gasp quietly in surprise. He looked down in what was almost shame; for how could he be aroused by his boss? A guy? L…?
Light blushed despite himself.
Light's P.O.V:
Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me? And why is L looking so…alluring? Wait a minute; did L hear me gasp? Do I dare look to see if he noticed?
Light decided to steal a glance.
L seemed unfazed; either he hadn't noticed or he was merely pretending not to. Light sighed in relief anyway.
"Light-kun?"
Light felt himself tense up a little, nervously.
"Y-Yes Ryuzaki?"
"You seem to have been watching me intently for some time now and I was wondering why," L said bluntly.
Light had to compose his features before answering.
"I was watching you eat actually," he responded, quickly making up his mind to stick as close to the truth as he could, and to not mention how it actually affected him.
"Did you want some?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that. You just look so… comfortable when you're eating; with everyone so tense around here, it's nice to see someone at least close to relaxed."
L tilted his head slightly and said "Is that all?"
"…Should there be more?" Light asked rhetorically.
"…Perhaps," L answered, his eyes narrowing. Light looked at L oddly until his honey-colored eyes met the black-rimmed onyx ones the insomniac bore.
"Am I supposed to deduce something out of that, Ryuzaki?"
"Would you like to?" L said placing his thumb gently upon his lips. Light could hear a hint of challenge –and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on- in the raven-haired detective's voice.
L's P.O.V:
"Would you like to?" I said before actually thinking about it. That was so… unprofessional of me. But it just slipped out, almost without my consent. And to be honest, Light's reaction is worth it, and I can't help the grin I feel plastered on my face right now.
Light broke their gaze and looked at the floor before talking again.
"Why don't we take a break? We could go eat at a restaurant or something," he suggested.
"Hmmm… yes. To be honest, I'm sure you're quite sick of take out; I'm sick of smelling it," L said as a-matter-of-fact.
"Okay, great," Light said retrieving his jacket and proceeding to slip into his shoes.
L promptly slipped into a pair of black sandals, not bothering to grab anything else.
The two let the rest of the task force know they'd be out for a little while by informing Watari before leaving.
Light stared at his wrist, more accurately at the metal cuff it sported.
"Ryuzaki, we'll draw attention to ourselves if we go out like this," he said with a motion towards the chain holding them together.
"…Yes, you're right…" L thought silently to himself, contemplating on whether or not he was going to give 'Kira' what he wanted.
"Can't we take them off? At least when we go out?" Light pleaded.
"Fine, but that means I'll have to be extra attentive," L said.
"If that's possible," Light muttered.
L pulled out the key in his pocket as Light rolled his eyes at the simplicity of its 'hiding place'. As the handcuffs dropped to the floor with a clank, both boys rubbed the red marks around the wrist which the handcuffs had been.
L grabbed Light's hand, intertwining their fingers; Light jumped at the sudden contact and was very tempted to pull away.
"Ryuzaki! You must know what others will assume if we hold hands the entire time," he said in disbelief.
"Do you care that much about what others think?" L said, silencing Light, "I guess I should expect it from you…"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Light accused, perking up.
"Just what I inferred."
Light breathed, an angry breath escaping his lips. "You wanna look like fags? Fine, so be it. However, the moment someone mentions anything about it, I will up and leave regardless of the situation."
"The chances of someone mentioning that are about 72%, considering how popular you seem to be with others and how strange I look; and the chance of you actually meaning what you said and not just insisting that out of anger are about 36%."
"Screw you," Light said, frustration drenching his tone, as he stared at the detective, whose calculating panda-eyes watched his emotionlessly.
"Well let's get going then, shall we?" L said, ignoring Light's rude remark.
The strange duo walked in silence as they found their way to the exit after about 5 minutes and an elevator ride. As they walked through the doors leading outside, L couldn't help but notice how much better Light looked in the sun; his tanned skin revealed flawlessness, and his golden brown locks gleamed modestly; the few stray bangs that sheltered his face were practically begging to be gently swept to the side, from L's perspective.
"What is it?" Light asked innocently. "Do I have something on my face?" he continued, his hand reaching up to brush away something he thought was there.
L grabbed Light's other hand, more gentle than he thought he could have, and shook his head. "It's nothing," he said, a light blush gracing his pale cheeks as he let go of the confused boy's hand.
"O-Okay," Light said. That was strange of him…Then again, he's always doing something bizarre… He thought.
"So where do you want to eat?" Light asked, breaking the silence.
"Preferably at a place that has exceptionally good desserts."
Light thought for a moment. "There's a pretty good place that we can get to easily if we take the Yamanote line for about 20 minutes," he stated.
"Wherever you want is fine."
"Alright then, let's go."
He clutched L's hand a little harder and led them to the subway station where they bought their tickets, and were waiting for their train.
As Light leaned casually against a column, L found that he felt very nervous, despite his emotionless appearance. It seemed Light sensed this because he gave L's hand a light squeeze before saying "Have you ever ridden a train before?"
"No, I have not."
"No need to be nervous; I've ridden before, there's nothing to it."
"I never said or made any motions that would lead you to infer that I am nervous, Light-kun," L said.
Light turned his head to look over at L.
"Bzzz. Wrong. I can feel your pulse racing, and I can see the apprehension in your eyes," Light said.
"…"
Light managed to hold back a laugh as L moved closer to him, clutching his hand tighter.
"I am nervous about being so close to others," L said seriously.
Light smiled reassuringly and said "Just stay close to me; I won't let anyone get closer than comfort to you, okay?"
L nodded with a weak smile; he then turned his head, hearing someone having a particularly loud conversation with another. From what he could hear, they were saying something along the lines of "freakin' homos". Apparently, he had heard right because Light tensed up a little, before relaxing; then he did something that even surprised himself.
Light's hands wrapped lightly around L's waist, pulling him up just a little so that L was leaning more on Light than standing. L gasped in surprise as Light rested his head in the crook of L's neck before whispering "They want 'homos'? Then why don't we give them what they want?" into L's ear.
L was blushing slightly, but kept his voice steady as he answered "I was under the impression that you didn't want to be viewed as a homosexual, Light-kun."
"Yes, but just because I don't want to be seen like that doesn't mean I can't prove a point; they're obviously using 'homosexuals' in a negative connotation, and that's not nice now is it?"
Light raised his head a bit and placed a soft kiss on L's cheek, which turned a deeper shade of crimson.
The ones who had been talking loudly before gave L and Light a look like daggers. They must be homophobic thought L. As Light came to a similar conclusion, he decided to kick it up a notch and started placing butterfly kisses down L's neck.
"Light-kun, you are being very inappropriate," L said, his face flushed a deep red.
"Well, someone has to teach them a lesson now and then…" Light said with another kiss. L felt Light's lips tease his shoulder, pulling down his sleeve slightly to reveal porcelain skin, as his arms wrapped more securely around his petite waist.
"Light-kun!" L said more sternly, but to no avail. Light wasn't one to stop just because you said no; he did things his way whether you liked it or not.
Just then, the train they were to board arrived, and Light cut off his ministrations abruptly, tugging L along with him and through the doors. L almost whined at the loss of contact between them before remembering that he had been asking for Light to stop. Why? Why did he want him so desperately to stop if his body reacted differently; it was as if one part of him was contradicting another. With a clear head, he knew that they couldn't because they had a detective and suspect relationship; but when Light was touching him, all he was conscious about was how soft the teen's lips were, and how gentle he was with him.
As Light and L boarded their train, the brunette tugged at the raven-haired detective, pulling him close to a corner, where he then kept him isolated from everyone else. L had calmed down and felt any extra anxiety leave his system in a sigh as he realized that Light hadn't forgotten about how he didn't want to be near others.
"Thank you, Light-kun. I appreciate your attempt at making this more enjoyable for me," L said quietly.
"No problem Ryuzaki," Light whispered into L's ear, leaning closer to him; he graced the slender man with his casual smile as he straightened up.
They waited stop after stop, patiently. Both boys would become lost in thought, only to be pulled back into reality momentarily as they listened to each stop being called. Eventually, Light recognized their stop and guided L out of the subway and into the streets of Tokyo. It was getting dark by then, and the sun that had greeted them when they had left the Task Force HQ was barely there. Light stared at L; his clear porcelain skin, jet-black hair contrasting against his pale complexion, and the way the city lights made him look more human than he had ever seen the odd detective he knew as L.
"So what is the name of this place we're going to?" L asked.
Light was pulled out of his reverie, and said "It's called Kusomoporitan (Cosmopolitan); as the name infers, they serve a variety of dishes," Light said, "and desserts," he added with a chuckle at the look L had given him.
"Good. It sounds pleasant enough," L said smiling back as he thought of all the sweets it probably had.
They walked one block before arriving. The place looked like a hole in the wall, and in actuality, it really seemed that it was. The restaurant was modest but still on the fancier side, and was set for the 'night mood' that the streets held, with dim lighting.
They went inside where a waitress led them to a booth in the back (courtesy of Light who asked for a more 'private' table seeing that he didn't want others to notice their hand-holding as they ate).
The waitress was a fairly pretty girl; she had a shoulder-length pixie cut that let her dark curls frame her face, and had light-brown eyes. Both boys noticed her gaze land on their hands, fingers intertwined and all. She looked away quickly, a slight blush making its presence known on her cheeks. Light cleared his throat, and she quickly composed herself before asking what they wanted to order.
L looked over the menu, his eyes quickly scanning through the main courses to look over to the desserts.
Light ordered a pasta dish while L ordered practically every dessert on the menu. The waitress looked flustered as she tried to keep up with writing each dessert L asked for on her small notepad. When she finished, she re-read her list, and L nodded in approval.
"Okay, this may take a while," she said with a disheveled smile as she hurried to other tables.
"Are you really going to eat all that?"
"Do you think I'd order it to simply look at it?" L said, light sarcasm clear in his voice.
"…No, but I don't know where you fit all of it, Ryuzaki," Light said frankly.
"I find that the more I use my brain, the more calories I burn, thus, exercise is not needed and I can eat whatever I wish without worrying about my health."
"Is that so?" Light said smiling.
"Yes, it is," L said, a smile tugging at the sides of his lips.
Light stared at L, taking in all his features and noting his strange way of sitting; the detective sat with his legs up, knees close to his chest with his feet on the edge of the seat.
"Tell me Ryuzaki, why do you sit like that?"
"I find that my thinking capacity will decrease roughly 40% if I didn't," L said, putting his thumb to his lips.
"40%? Clinically proven and quantified by the subject and completely unverifiable?"
"Hmmm, you don't miss a beat, Light-kun," he answered emotionlessly.
"As usual…"
Light chuckled lightly as the waitress came back with various dishes.
"Here you go," she said with a smile at them both. As she put the dishes down, her eyes lingered on Light; she smirked, giving him a wink before she walked off. Light was unfazed, as if he hadn't noticed.
"Tell me Light-kun," it was L's turn to start asking questions, "Why do you not date more if you are so popular? I'm sure many would be willing to, male or female, seeing how they react to you."
"I don't care to date idiots, Ryuzaki."
"Idiots? Surely they're not all as dumb as you think."
"It's not just that they're not on the same level, but they're also vain and just completely full of themselves. They're only interested in me because of my looks most of the time anyway."
"You're probably right. But if that's the case, then what do you look for in someone?"
"…A strong sense of confidence; not in looks or in talent, but in intelligence. As well as a want, no need, for justice," Light answered.
"The likeliness of you being Kira has gone up 12 percentiles, bringing you at 74%."
Light gave L a look like ice that only showed in his eyes. Light struggled to keep the rest of his face composed, keeping his expression nearly unreadable.
"I find it hard to believe that no matter what we talk about, my percentages always rise."
"I find it hard to believe that you're just a normal high school student with a knack for solving cases and a need for justice," L said, his tone provoking Light.
On the outside, they would appear to be arguing back and forth, but beneath their words were L the world's greatest detective and Kira the world's most infamous killer, engaging in a battle of wits.
L broke away from the teen's gaze and scooped a spoonful of mousse with chocolate-truffle sauce past his lips. His eyes closed in contempt and Light watched him as he made a move to try his pasta. It was delicious, as he expected, and he could tell that L thought the same thing from the way he was diving into each dessert around him, looking like a 5 year old in a candy shop.
Later that evening, as Light and L finished their food, they paid their bill. Stepping out into the cool night air was refreshing after being in the stuffy restaurant. L and Light chatted lightly about the meal as they crossed the street.
As L turned back, saying something Light couldn't quite distinguish, both boys heard a distinctive screech and a couple screams before they noticed the car spinning towards them.
With L, as thin and fragile as he was, completely in the way.
CRASH!
(To be continued…!)
Author's note: Don't worry! I promise to continue writing if you guys want me to! Like I said before, this is my first fanfic and I would love to know all of your opinions before I continue (no point in continuing a bad story…) Please review! Let me know what you liked, and where I can improve!
P.S: Sorry for any grammatical errors I failed to notice and correct!
Sayonara!
-Sashimi123-
