He wants to kill him.
But at the same time he doesn't want to kill him.
Detective L knew he was Kira, he would always know, and because of that Light knew he was going to kill him. He wanted to kill him. He needed to kill him. It was his desperation of bloodlust and righteousness that he had to shield everyday.
He had to be nice, he had to smile and laugh and joke and work hard to catch Kira. He had to be, 'my first friend', as L put it. Large dark eyes and strange smile and strange posture and strange in general.
The chain scratches together loudly as it twists around their arms. L's mouth is strangely warm, strangely warm. And in his desperation of bloodlust Light bites his lip, revelling in the coppery taste of warm blood. Strange warm blood.
In his desperation of righteousness, Light tugs on the chain so that it cuts L's arm. Because only God can serve punishment to the strange and the unjust.
L is pushed against the wall, his head pushed at an odd angle as Light tugged on his spider-web hair. Light is sure that he is in pain, but the detective makes no motion or noise to indicate he is.
It's a game -- Light knew. You had to do certain things and act a certain way, and if you were caught, you lost a life. And you had no lives left. Game over.
Light is alright with this though, because he knows that he isn't the only one playing the game. L plays too, from the sidelines, trying to keep out of Light's notice as he plays too. Light notices though.
Light grins a bit, manically a bit, as L releases a short choke as his hair is tugged a bit more harshly, and Kira bites down on his throat. Dark eyes watch him. 80 percent, they say.
Light laughs and kisses him harshly, and a trickle of blood falls down L's chin.
He wants to kill him.
But at the same time he doesn't want to kill him.
Because he's never had so much fun before in his life.
FIN