An Agile Death

Please R&R.

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"Why is your heart beating so fast?"

L blinked, seemingly brought forth from his concentrated stupor. He flinched, too, at the initial ring of Yagami Light's voice, as if just realizing his close proximity to the younger teen. The detective pulled away so that their shoulders were no longer touching.

There is an eighty-seven per cent chance that it is because I'm sitting next to you, Light-kun.

After a moment in which L had neglected to give an answer, Light sighed wearily and peered at the other male out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe it's all the sugar you eat," he suggested, bored of the silence that engulfed them.

And while Light was content on pretending that nothing had ever happened, L was decidedly a little more rattled about having almost allowed his suspect's lips to touch his own.

The detective had been struggling to reach a new package of icing sugar from the impossibly high shelves in the kitchen, standing as tall as his abused spine would allow with one hand supporting his weight on the counter top and the other one inching around in the cupboard. In other words, it was a lost cause.

At first, L had refused his offer to help, so Light watched him patiently with glimmering mahogany spheres and a smirk on his lips. Perhaps when Ryuuzaki was younger and less haunch-backed, he was able to reach. The teen laughed as L faltered, and swiftly ascended and nabbed the bag of white powder that was so desperately desired.

L brought his thumb to his lip slowly, considering the younger male. Then he snatched.

"Hey, hey," Light reprimanded him, lifting the icing sugar so that it was just out of reach. "It's only polite to thank me."

"That is true, Light-kun," he agreed tonelessly. "I will thank you when you give it to me."

Light snorted and flipped the package onto its backside and began reading aloud the fat and calorie contents. Raising a bemused brow, he lifted his gaze to lock with L's. "This stuff can't be very good for you, Ryuuzaki, especially not the way you abuse it."

He received a slightly repulsive mental image of a piece of strawberry cheesecake covered in the powdered sugar; one that he had seen far too often.

L apparently did not care, as was obvious when he pounced, quick as lightening. He grabbed for the bag with his body flush against Light's chest, and from that point on, everything happened in slow motion.

Light had the good intentions of taking back what he had earned (it was for the benefit of Ryuuzaki's health, he told himself), when suddenly he found his forehead touching the detective's and his nose brushing his.

They stared at each other in a shocked silence, neither reacting. And before he knew what was happening, L's eyes fluttered closed on their own accord and Light tilted his head to the side so that he could accumulate better access…

And then L pulled away, stalking off with his prize in his clutches, dragging a smiling Light behind him by the chain on his wrist. Light studied him from behind, and although L appeared calm and collected as always, on the inside he was a trembling mess.

"Why is your heart beating so fast?"

They sat side-by-side, as ritual, and resumed their work on the Kira case, while Matsuda spilt his coffee in his lap in the background.