Oh, snapz. She's back with ANOTHER story? -dodges objects being thrown at her-
I'vebeenwantingtodothisforalongtime OKAY??!?!
And. Um. I'm already almost finished with it, the only thing to do now is get it typed and uploaded.
And, as previously stated two or three times...You have my word that I will, unless I die before compltion, without a doubt, finish all of the other stories.
No matter how painful it is to do so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its epic, epic, epic characters.
Warnings: Genderswitch, mild language, stupidity, slight crack, minute traces of perversion, me trying to write a pairing I don't like, an unhappy ending, gut-wrenching plot twists, craptastic summary, lethargy, insomnia, sugar-high-ness, somewhat AU/alternate timeline, repetition, redundancy, spinny chairs, Matsuda abuse, much OOC, umm...Yeah.
Pairing: Raito/LightXFemme!L (Oh yeah. I SO went there.)
Please, on behalf of whatever it is you and/or I stand for, enjoy!!
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Pull tight. A little tighter (ow)...There. Baggy white shirt, comfy and covering. Baggy jeans...same effect. No shoes, no socks. A quick once-over of the hair with long, thing fingers, and...Ready.
L, a.k.a Hideki Ryuuga, a.k.a. Rue Ryuuzaki, slumped calmly from his room.
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An unwilled sigh escaped L's lips as he settled himself, as always, in his spinny chair at the back of the large computer room. He could not help the invisible roll of his shadowed eyes when Matsuda began his daily pointless rambling spell. And he most certainly didn't intend to burst into tears and dash off down the hall when Raito made an offhand comment about his shirt looking tighter than usual. Stupid Raito...
L slammed the door to his room, not expecting it to shake the walls like it did, locked it, and flung himself down on the bed he never slept in. He hadn't thought Raito could be such a jerk...
Nor was he expecting the flustered man to follow him, apologizing, up the stairs. Being faced with a sturdy door and an L who didn't want to see him, Raito was about to turn and give up. But then he heard sniffling behing the sturdy door. Sniffling and murmuring and shuffling of clothes.
Temptation and curiosity won over modesty and better judgement, and Raito leaned down and peered through the shimmering keyhole...
Only to tear away as if he'd been burned. No way had he actually seen...Could Ryuuzaki really...?
He put his eye back to the keyhole. Stood up slowly. Walked away.
Raito Yagami had just seen L shirtless, and he would never be the same.
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Yes, I know it's freaking short. The rest are better, I think...
Also, one more note. I wrote the first bit of this whole story several weeks ago, then abruptly stopped. And wrote the last chunk today.
So.
Yeah.
Constructive criticism is appreciated!