DARKNESS IS NOTHING WITHOUT LIGHT
XX- This is a story I decided to write of L and Light since I really think that they are the cutest anime couple out there. In boy terms, though. Lol. So, I'm new to the site and I want to put up my stories, since I don't know how to like, put up my own stories of my own characters but like whatever :P. Anyways, enjoy, and reviews are appreciated ^_^AND I SO DON'T OWN DEATHNOTE! Even though its an awesome anime-XX
DARKNESS IS NOTHING WITHOUT LIGHT- Chapter one/Amnesia
L shifted unevenly from foot to foot as he watched Light's motionless body lay on the floor. L put his hand to his hand to his mouth and looked around the room, wondering what had just happened to cause Light, Mr. Devious know it all, to lie on the floor this way. L looked around again, then noticed a red mark on the floor. It seemed pretty close to Light's head. L carefully turned him over and saw that there was a huge gash in Light's head, he had been hit with something, and L didn't know what. In shock, the usually calm detective released Light from his grasp and stared down at him wide eyed. He almost reacted the same way he did when he heard that Shinigamis were real. 'What happened to this guy?' L calmly thought. Not knowing what else to do, L picked up the unconscious body in his white sleeved arms and slowly walked him to the hospital.
Light awoke in the hospital hours later, maybe even days later. He looked around and noticed that he was in a white room. He grumbled and tried to sit up, but couldn't; pain shot through his body, especially his head. He stared wide eyed at the ceiling for another couple of minutes until a man with messy black hair stepped in, looking down at the brown haired male. Light didn't know what to say, he was speechless.
"How are you?" L asked Light as he stood by his bed.
"I don't know," Light responded. L stared at him weirdly, he didn't sense the smartness or malevolence in Light's voice anymore. Sure, he was hurt and just woke up, but it still seemed very odd to him. As if answering L's thoughts, Light asked, "Who are you?"
L froze. 'Who are you?'. Light knew exactly who L was, unless…
"I forgot something," L said, testing Light. "What is your name?"
Light stared blankly at L as he tried his best to remember his name. He was unable to. He didn't even know what the term "name" really meant either. "Is the word 'name' used to show who I am?" Light asked, ignoring the question.
"Yes," L said in his usual monotone voice. "So, what is it?"
"My what?"
"Your name." L eyed Light as he began to search through his mind again. Finally, he sighed.
"I don't know," Light sadly said, turning his head towards L. "Do you know it? What is it? What is your name?" Light continued to look at L as he sighed. "My name is Ryuzaki. And your name is Light." This time, Light looked confused.
"Light," he muttered. "Like in light on the ceiling? Or… the sun?" L nodded the answer. Light suddenly cracked a smile and laughed weakly. "Then I must be a good person."
A few days after, Light was finally released from the hospital and L decided to walk him home. After the entire Kira thing, L was unsure how to react near Light. This Light was kind hearted, gentle, and scared of almost everything that surrounded him that he didn't know of. L couldn't believe that Light was suffering from amnesia. But somehow, L liked the new Light. In fact, he loved the new Light. So helpless to the world. Once a killer, now a pacifist. The past days Light was in the hospital, L kept him company everyday he was in the bed. L explained many things to his friend; what the world was, where he lived, the fact that his parents were gone, night and day, everything other than the past Kira events and the deaths that he caused. Light seemed to smile to almost everything L said, watching his lips move as he told him about everything. Occasionally, Light would laugh at the things L said, then he would put his hand to his stomach and say that it felt funny. L called it laughter and chuckled himself.
As L finally made it to his home, he gestured for Light to enter. The place was big and roomy with two floors, and Light liked it very much. Despite this, he was still afraid to enter the home of L.
"Come on in," L said as kindly as he could, trying to speak in another way other than monotone.
"It's not the same as the white room I liked," Light sighed, taking a reluctant step in. Both of the boys slipped their shoes off and set their feet on the rug of the house. Light observed the entire bottom floor of the home and wandered around like a cat, trying to make himself familiar with the place. He was most fascinated with the kitchen. He studied the pots, pans, fridge, and multiple boxes of cake mix. He studied the colors of the different flavors of cake. Light was very amazed and continued to take hold of everything he thought was nice looking. L just continued to watch him as he hesitantly sniffed the cake box. He smelled nothing. Wondering why, Light turned and looked at L, who was sitting with his knees against his chest on the couch.
"Why won't this smell like anything?" Light asked while looking down, his brown bangs covering his eyes.
"That is because it is in a box," L stated, rising from his seat. He approached Light and stood by his side. "In order to smell it, you need to take the plastic bag out, and rip the bag open."
"Oh. Can we?" Light asked again, this time smiling. He wanted to make a cake, and L didn't have a problem with that. As L tore the box open, Light quietly watched. L grabbed a knife in hand and carefully cut the bag open, making sure the mix didn't fall onto the counter. L poured the mix into a white bowl. Seeing the fluffy powder, Light put his nose in the mix and sniffed. Powder coated his nose and he coughed, backing away from the mix.
"Not too close," L said as he wiped the pink powder off Light's face. Light didn't seem to mind the fact that he breathed in strawberry powder and pointed to a vanilla cake mix box.
"Let's open that one next, Ryuzaki," Light said happily.
"Later on Light," L mumbled as he took two eggs from the fridge and cracked them into the mix. "Patience, one at a time." L turned to look at Light. He was looking down and seemed bummed about the fact that he couldn't smell the others.
"Okay, later," Light sighed as he stood by L's shoulder. As a measuring cup filled up with water, Light buried his face in the back of L's hair. This made the detective jump up in surprise and whirl around. He scolded Light for his odd behavior. "Don't do that, Light." This time Light cringed and took two steps back.
"Sorry," Light whimpered as he held his arms up to his face, shielding himself and flinching as if someone were about to hurt him. "I'm sorry. Sorry."
L noticed Light's arms tremble and he approached him in an instant, turning off the filtered water. Light flinched.
"Don't be sorry. You don't have to be. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm sorry," L reassuringly said. Slowly, Light began to lower his arms from his face as he stared at his messy haired friend. "Why did you put your face in my hair?" L questioned.
"It smelled like something," Light murmured, looking down. L knew immediately that he was referring to his shampoo and felt terrible while he hugged his brown haired companion. Light returned the hug in an instant; as if it were the only thing he remembered how to do.
The cake was finally done after about 40 minutes, and it was time to frost it. Light became excited as the smell of strawberries lingered in the home. L wondered why Light was so fascinated with scents, and then thought about it. The only thing Light was able to smell in the hospital was, well, nothing really. L opened a cabinet and reached inside, pulling out vanilla frosting. Light stared at it as if it were an alien.
"What is it?" he asked as he ran by L's side again.
"Frosting," L quickly answered. "It makes the cake taste a bit better, depending on what flavor you use. I like vanilla so I'm going to put it on the cake. You like it, too, don't you?" Light slowly nodded, saying, "Well, I think I do." He was eager to give it a try. After the cake was fully coated with a white cloak, Light smelled it again, this time keeping his nose at a careful distance. He smiled and marveled at how good it smelled.
"Let's eat it, Ryuzaki, please?" Light asked.
"That's what we baked it for, Light, to eat it." L handed Light a plate and served his friend some first, something he rarely did. Then, L served himself some moments later. He entered the living room and found Light on the couch sitting while watching TV and eating his cake. From the look on Light's face, he loved it. L smiled and took a seat next to the straight haired man. Even though Light started at the cake first, L was done before him.
"You like cake," Light gasped as he looked at L's empty plate. "That's nice. I like it too. You should become a chef." L studied the seriousness in Light's face and couldn't help but laugh as Light brang another piece of cake to his mouth. He then handed a piece to L.
"It's for you, you enjoy it," L flatly said as he stood up to walk to the kitchen again."
"But you like it a lot," Light said loudly from the living room.
"Don't you like it a lot, too?" L responded. Light fell silent. L shrugged and cleaned off his plate in the sink. He put the cake on a glass stand and covered it with a glass bowl, big enough so that the cake's icing didn't smear. Light slowly entered the room and looked at L.
"Is something the matter?" L asked as he turned to look at Light. He simply shook his head and put his empty plate into the sink. But L knew there was something wrong and asked his friend again. This time Light answered.
"I saw someone on TV," he said in an almost inaudible voice.
"Well who was it?" L asked as he stared into the eyes of Light; they seemed sad.
"A nasty old guy around his mid 50s. The news people said that he killed a family." L froze and continued to stare at Light. "I can't imagine ever killing someone. It will make me sad. If I ever kill anyone, promise me that you will kill me too?"
L's eyes widened and he placed his hands on Light's shoulders. "Light, I will never kill you, and NEVER say that again, alright? It's wrong and bad." But L knew deep inside that Light, no, Kira, killed many people in the past. This made him shudder, and that was why he couldn't keep the promise. Light looked at L's face and studied him, then turned around. "Where are you going?" L suddenly asked.
"I don't know," Light whimpered on the verge of tears. "I don't know where to go." At that moment, Light ran outside and across the street, heading to the park. This made L's heart jump as he, too, took off after Light. As Light ran, he could feel the cold autumn air hit his body. He began to tremble; L had walked home with him after he took him out of the hospital around 6pm. Light didn't know what to think anymore, he didn't even know what to think of. Once in the park, Light ran through some trees and sat down in the middle of the ground. He hugged himself and continued to tremble. He felt scared and wanted to see Ryuzaki again, realizing that what he had just done was wrong. In a matter of seconds, Light began to choke on sobs as tears streamed down his face. All he wanted was to be alone, but he also wanted to be held in the arms of Ryuzaki more than ever.
XX- So yeah that is my first chapter :P. Dang Im gunna have to write a whole lot of things for more chapters, huh! Lol I'll try my best to remember how to upload more chapters XD. My little sis is constantly bugging me to go on the internet so sorry if I take a while for the 2nd chapter. Jeez, siblings O_o. anyways, until next time my friends :3 I'll update soon!-XX
