I don't own Death Note. Obviously.
This is for theme 15.
The dectective sat in the large room, next to his suspect and, potentially, friend. L had never had a "friend" before. He lived a life of solitude, of computers, and of talking with people through a synthesizer. But here he was, sitting in bed next to this sleeping boy.
L had never been close to anyone other than Watari, but this man, with fare skin, and soft, warm auburn locks, made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't understand it. He was L. L didn't feel, so what was this…. Feeling?
The detective's thin, chained arm lifted, hesitantly, before reaching down to stroke the boy's hair, forehead, eyes, nose, lips, chin. His thumb felt the soft cheeks, the flexible cartilage of Ratio's earlobe.
L didn't know how he would feel if this warm, soft person was Kira. He thought that "sad" might not cover the pain. He didn't want this boy, his main suspect, to be Kira. For the first time, L wanted, with all of his being, to be completely wrong.
Ratio woke up to soft touch to his head. The hand fluttered down his face, examining his features, caressing his cheek, his earlobes. L's soft, though slightly toughened fingers stroked his eyelids, his nose, his lips.
The teen felt the detective lay down on the bed, curling himself into Ratio's chest. Ratio's could feel the other man's facial features pressed to his neck, and, to his surprise, felt tears on the detectives face.
Ratio had never placed L under the title of "emotional" or "sad" or even "feeling". Maybe "cold" or "aloof", definitely "genius". This was a new side to L. It was foreign, strange. The teen opened his eyes, and brought his hands up to stroke the older man's hair.
L looked up, meeting the other boy's gaze. Much to Ratio's surprise, the young detective's usually blackish irises were a deep, dark blue and full of tears in the dark. To his further surprise, he leaned closer to the other man, his lips softly, skillfully kissing away the salty droplets.
The boys lips met, gently, warmly, familiarly. It was fleeting, brief. Their lips separated, and their heads moved back into their original places.
Nothing was said, then or after. It happened in silence, staid in silence.