Right. Well. This is the first chapter to my first fanfic, and I am not quite sure what to say here. Ah, but what a momentous occasion. I mean, Light's great and who doesn't love L? Put them together and it's like Christmas.
Anyway, enough of my idiotic rambling. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Light Yagami was feeling troubled.
Now, Light was not used to this feeling. Attractive, intelligent beyond his years, effortlessly good at most things.. Well, until recently, he had drifted through life without that much difficulty. But now..
After agreeing to work with the Task Force, he now found himself in the constant company of someone he was not quite sure he even liked. Light stared moodily at the six-foot chain, and the crouched figure on the other end. L sat with his gaze fixed on the screen of his laptop, the power from the computer outlining him in a slightly eery glow.
His uncertainty of L aside, Light was uncomfortable in his presence. He disliked the feeling of constant surveillance, the accusations, and not to mention, L's many annoying habits. For example, his continuous fiddling with the chain. Absent mindedly twisting it round his fingers, tapping it on the desk... it set Lights teeth on edge.
He lay between the bed sheets, staring up at the ceiling and wondering.. if I had Kiras power, would I really be able to kill people? To split up families, to bring that burden on myself? Snap out of it, Light, he thought, moving restlessly. Damn L, making him doubt his own innocence like this. Struggling to quiet the thoughts which had been recently threatening to consume him, Light glared at L's hunched figure in the dark room. Why couldn't he just sit normally, for God sake? That ridiculous perched position was beginning to piss Light off.
He sighed and rolled over, hoping L didn't know he was awake. L would doubtless haul him out of bed to work if he knew the younger boy wasn't actually sleeping. Light glanced at the small luminous alarm clock on the bedside table. 01:37. Right. He'd better try to acquire a somewhat decent nights sleep before L got bored in a few hours and woke him accidentally on purpose. Light ignored the soft clacking of his permanent roommates fingers flying round the keyboard and the hum of Japanese nightlife outside the window and allowed himself to drift slowly into a pleasantly deep sleep.
Incidentally, L was fully aware that Light was not really asleep.
The detective glanced at the empty plate next to him on the carpet and toyed with the idea of phoning Watari to bring him more cake.
The boys pretense of sleeping was never all that convincing, and normally L would not allow it to go on. He slept too much anyway, as far as L was concerned. After being chained to Light for almost three weeks now, he had grown used to the constant company. This led to the nights feeling long and boring in a way which they never had before. L did not much care for sleep, it was an activity he rarely took part in. Perhaps this was the reason for his recent fascination for Lights sleeping patterns.
He listened as Lights breathing grew slower and his irritating rustling of the sheets ceased. Looking over his shoulder, L confirmed that he was now actually asleep.
Unfolding his legs in their dark denim, he stood up and stretched before skulking over to the double bed in the centre of the room. Perching on the bed next to the teenager, L watched the regular breathing movement of his chest. Trailing a white finger softly up Lights chest to his neck, L took in the exquisite beauty of his face. Flawlessly perfect, those full, soft lips appeared to be almost smiling in his sleep. L idly wondered what it might be like to kiss those lips..
Wait, what am I thinking? He must be more tired than he thought. He wasn't thinking straight. It didn't mean anything.
But L could not stop that brilliant mind of his from worrying. Ever since he had begun to watch Light sleep, he had not thought of anything such as that. Light simply interested him, that was all. He was the first person L had ever met who shared his own extensive brain power and deductive abilities. This naturally drew him towards Light. Admittedly, he also thought the boy arrogant, self absorbed and difficult at times, but this did not bother him. He knew that he, L, shared some of these personality traits, so he should not be quick to judge.
He had never thought of Light in any kind of romantic or even sexual way, had never thought of anyone like that. Although recently the detective had begun to yearn for his company and looked forward to the times when he could sit for hours on end and just watch him. He.. liked him.
This, however, did not lower his suspicion of Light. L's success as a detective was based on any number of things; his meticulous analysis, his careful research, his flawless observation. He was right every time. Over the years, he had developed this finely tuned set of skills, ones that led him down the path to a correct conclusion. This time, Light Yagami had been at the end of the path, and L was not prepared to let this accusation slide. His determined personality, bordering on obsessive, would simply not allow it.
Being friends with Light, never mind being involved in any kind of relationship would, of course be highly inappropriate. Light was, after all, his first and only suspect. L knew he was dealing with death. One slip, one stumble, and he could be meeting his end. At this stage, he could not afford to let down his guard.
It meant nothing, he thought restlessly. Absolutely nothing.
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So, there you have it. I know, it was mostly an introductory chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it all the same! I do have the next two chapters written already, so they will be uploaded in the next few days. After that, I'll hopefully update once a week.. If I can actually stick to that routine, it'll be a miracle in itself.
Anyway, all thoughts, opinions and reviews are very welcome. :3 Thank you all so much for reading, we shall talk soon.
Dee. x
