The Colour of Chocolate
Light x L
Disclaimer: I don't own Light nor L.
L stares straight ahead, stares straight at the other man's soul. This doesn't go unnoticed by the latter, and he gives the raven-haired boy frequent side-glances from the flashing TV before them. Moments later, L inches closer to Light, his eyes still fixed on their target. Light shifts uncomfortably on the couch they share, his fingers sliding around the porcelain popcorn-filled bowl a little more tightly. He finally works up the courage to speak.
"What's the matter, L?"
L does not speak, does not break his intense reverie.
Light shifts again and raises his hand to scratch his nape sheepishly. "L! Ryuzaki!"
L's eyes snap downwards, now glaring into Light's eyes. "What?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
L doesn't respond, as expected, and his large orbs continue to drill holes into God knows what. Light follows his gaze... only he can't, because L is staring at his head.
Long, awkward silence continues, before L reaches out and trails his fingers across Light's head, gingerly stroking the soft brown strands beneath his fingertips. "Your hair..." he manages, in a voice so hushed it could have passed for a whisper. "It's the colour of chocolate."
A/N: /bricked. x_x
WHAT IS THIS. I didn't think my first Death Note fanfic would be this short and cheesy and cliché and awful . but it's 12:23am and I've only watched the movies ten minutes ago so cut me some slack x_x