Title: Everyone's Favorite Sin
Author: iP
Summary: We take a look at the peculiarities of our Death Note characters. Result of exhaustion and crack. Short, though; it is a drabble/ficlet, after all. There's humor, as always. RaitoL, LRaito, possible others. Suggest some? XD
A.N.: Oh, drabbles. As you can see, it is short. XP It was meant to be oneshot, but I think I'd like it to be a multi-chapter drabble ficlet-whatever. Still a breather from my chapter fics. Enjoy!
L noticed it.
He noticed the way Raito would stand up subconsciously, ignoring his father's questioning eyes and Matsuda's inquisitive yet frightened glances, and casually—as much as he could—stroll nearby a shiny surface, most of them mirrors, glass walls, and cups. With that subliminal gesture he would try to penetrate into that barrier the young Yagami had evidently placed himself on himself. However, as of now, he hadn't been able to delve into the inner emotions of the said Yagami, and no matter how many times he looked at him, he stared at him, he couldn't manage to see what lies within.
Except for one thing, and it amused L deeply.
At the corner of his eye, he saw Matsuda hand a cup of warm coffee to Raito's father, and he chuckled slightly to himself. If he couldn't find the true Raito Yagami, he might as well play with the card he had first.
"Yagami-kun," L called him with a flourish of the teaspoon he was holding.
"Hmm?" The student replied, for he was too busy to answer by name.
A teasing curve tugged lightly on the detective's lips.
"You like prettying yourself up in the mirror, don't you?" he asked calmly as he could without actually letting the whole team hear the sheer hilarity in his voice.
Everyone's cups of coffee fell smashing to the floor with coordinated clinks.
And then they all stared at L.
"What did you say?!" Raito's eyes narrowed dangerously as they shot invisible daggers straight to the detective's mouth to shut him once and for all. Matsuda made a loud gasping sound as he dropped once more the shattered cup, creating a dull clink of the china as it hit the ground. Raito's father was oddly showing a large vein on his forehead, and Watari just sat there, waiting for L to continue, though everyone could hear the quiet chuckles he gave.
"You like prettying yourself up in the mirror," L repeated for him, clearly enjoying the look on the student's face. "And somehow, I think you're not aware that you do this, judging from your overreaction with my observation."
"I did not overreact!" Raito replied hotly. "I just wanted to clarify what you asked." Then he caught his breath as he found out that his hair had arranged itself in wild disarray as he was making gestures to prove his point to L a while ago.
L smiled. "You're doing it again."
"—Am not!" he replied furiously before standing in front of the mirror and positioning his hair back into its proper places. Matsuda, for the life of him, turned blue from holding his in, though it made Raito snarl at him vehemently.
"Son," Soichiro spoke.
"What?" Raito asked hopefully, knowing that his father wouldn't let him down.
His father's eyes were shadowed until the father spoke. "…We're still proud of you, son. No matter what turns out to be your preference, we'll still be here for you. Your mother, Sayu, and I love you."
"Yes, I knew dad wouldn't—" Raito nodded triumphantly before his shoulders sagged depressingly and stared shockingly at his father, mouth agape. "Dad! You couldn't possibly imply from my habits that I am something akin to homo—"
"Well, you said it right." The dark-haired detective butted in. "Your behavior does not actually imply that you're a homosexual, Yagami-kun; however, since you said it straight—"
"Damn right I'm straight!" Raito shouted ferociously, red in the face.
"—it seems like you are actually a homosexual."
Folding his arms, Raito gave a derisive snort. "There's something called 'metrosexual', Ryuuzaki."
Chuckling, L raised his hand to wave airily at the former sentence. "And deducing from what you call me—which is my first name only—my speculation increased even more in terms of percent, and a new theory formulated in my mind."
"You asked us to call you that!" the student replied, irate.
"But then there's something called 'formalities and niceties', Yagami-kun." L replied smoothly, imitating Raito's reply a while ago. "Oh, you're steering me off topic which isn't nice at all, Yagami-kun. As I said, a conclusion dawned on my mind."
"And what is it, pray tell?" the auburn-haired lad asked with mock curiosity.
L licked his lollipop. "That you like me, Yagami-kun."
The people in the room gave audible gasps of surprise from L's statement. Raito, who was now fully red in the face, narrowed his eyes again to the point of blinking and bit his lip to control himself from cursing L.
"I'm leaving." He spat finally, eyeing the detective with utmost rage. "I'll come back—"
"I know, Yagami-kun." L replied with a twinkle in his black eyes. "You do love coming and going, do you not?"
The student gulped at the suggestive implication of the sentence. "I'll come—NO! I mean—I'll be back when this headquarters goes back to normal." With that, he stomped off haughtily and banged the door for effect, leaving the rest—except L, of course—in a shocked state.
"W-what was t-that?" croaked a scared Matsuda, who was still afraid of moving an inch.
L smiled. "I was just—" he was unable to continue, however, since the door slammed open again and in came Raito with the pink flush on his cheeks.
"I… I left my comb." He explained hastily before fleeing the room once more.
But not without stopping by the mirror to give his hair a one last look.
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