Flabbergasted
And he was off again. It wouldn't have been the single thing that continuously worked on his last nerve; pushed that final button, if he didn't do it every single day. Mouth running like a freight train, the auburn-haired teenager voiced his opinions on the case in that ungodly arrogant tone of his, mentally shattering all concentration that the man linked to him due to a silver, iron chain and handcuffs had honed.
Rumpled raven hair fell over a pair of bottomless irises and corneas, the man's lips pursed tightly together in frustration as he lifted his spindly fingers from the keyboard in front of him and laid them on his knees. Pulling them closer to his chest, he adjusted his crouched position on the spindly chair and turned to look at the utterly oblivious adolescent.
"Light-kun," he muttered, just loud enough for any normal human being capable of hearing to be aware of his voice. But Light didn't seem to be "any normal human being."
"… and I personally think that Yotsuba are idiots for thinking that they can get away with this." The boy waved a hand airily as he inadvertently ignored the slender, older male in front of him. The pink flesh lining his mouth was wet from the fact that he was talking so quickly, gleaming slightly under the fluorescent lights that lit the building they had been living in for months on end.
Kirakirakirakirakira. That was all that had been discussed since L, the great detective, had moved the Japanese task force into this luxurious, state-of-the-art headquarters. His depression from being wrong about who Kira and the Second Kira were hadn't completely wavered, though this discovery of a company being corrupt by the wannabe god had helped some, but not all. L was still captivated by the teenager, his gaze unable to move once locked on to his main suspect.
What was so mesmerizing about one, Light Yagami? Even the great L was lost for a reply. The black-haired man placed his thumb ever-so-gently between his lips, gnawing on the fingernail absentmindedly. He watched, not listening, as the boy continued to speak. He could have been talking to a wall and gotten more of a reaction for all that L knew.
"Light-kun," said L, louder this time.
Luckily, Light finally heard him and cocked his head confusedly to one side.
"What is it, Ryuzaki?" His voice was now slightly tired, though the bewilderment was not hidden and quite clear.
A split second passed before the chain binding the pair together was pulled by "Ryuzaki"; by L forcefully. Light flew out of his computer chair, mouth gaping in surprise, only to be sealed with L's lips on his in a swift, chaste kiss. L broke the contact just as rapidly, moving away and leaving Light on the tiled floor in shock, hands back at their beloved keyboard once more.
"Now, will Light-kun please stop talking and get back to work?" L mused quietly.
Light stood up cautiously, stuttering things that had no meaning, completely and utterly flabbergasted.
"Thank you, Light-kun."