Just a Matter of Time
Light's POV
We were sitting in plush armchairs facing each other in the living room. We had been sitting like this since before the sun set below the horizon. Our eyes locked on the others. L was sitting as oddly as usual with his legs folded up against his chest, his toes bare, and wide eyes gazing back at me. His eyes displaying plainly that he had won, he knew it well, it was just a matter of time before I caved.
Waves of fury washed over me, because I knew that he was right. How I hate myself, how can I let him win? Perhaps it's his peculiar quirks, or the fact that he is the only one I can converse with without feeling as though I'm talking with a child. Perhaps it's his obsessive sweet eating, has he ever eaten anything nutritious in my presence? Or maybe it's that even though he believes I am Kira, he's still kind, and, as much as I hate to admit it. He's my first friend.
My fury faded and I was left with the raw affection I've always known was there beneath the anger and disbelief. Disbelief that I could actually feel, and feel this way…about L? But there was no denying it, not anymore; it was too exhausting trying to run away from my feelings. No matter how wrong and repulsive my feelings may be. But the worst part, the terrifying part, L knew. And the quirky bastard encouraged it! Doesn't he understand what I want to do to him? Of course he does, he's as genius as I am. He knows everything. And he's encouraging it.
Did he mess his hair up even more today? I suppressed my sudden urge to run my fingers through his hair and fix the wild mess that ran rampant on his head. But I'm doubtless that that was his intention. He wants me to fix it. He wants me to give in. But I won't let him win. I can't. I set my resolve again; I let it show in my eyes as I continued to stare at my own reflection in his eyes. And as quickly as I had set it, my resolve melted away. I growled in my throat at my own weakness and lunged from my seat.
I was going crazy, why was he smiling?! I pulled myself away from his upturned lips and just looked at him. I couldn't manage a glare. He spoke softly, "I love you." I think I stopped breathing. Gasping for air I answered him with an honest, "I love you too."
He continued his smile and claimed my lips with his. My mind spun, the sweet taste of his mouth, his smile, his confession, - Wait! Does that mean that I had won? Had L given in first? L made a soft sound in the back of his throat and his hands moved to my waist. Then I realized what he had already…
Who cares?