L was amused. And
despite what certain people (Light) thought it took a lot to amuse L.
Simple knock knock jokes and pranks were wasted on him; he'd already
figured them out by the time the punchline arrived. So it was rather
surprising actually that L was amused, and the subject matter wasn't
exactly the norm either.
Light was taking
a shower. An unimportant, innoce- well, maybe not innocent,
considering L's position - long shower. Boring to many (except those
who longed to know what lay beneath those fitted sweaters, L mused)
yet L was very thoroughly amused.
Why?
Well, that was astonishingl simple actually.
Light
had dropped the soap.
Let it slip right
out of his hands in fact. L was admittedly well acquainted with that
particular brand's wiley slippery powers; he only continued to buy it
because of his addiction to the jelly-baby smell. But his knowledge
of it's evil ability didn't stop him from being amused at this. Oh
no. What made it particularly funny, were Light's foiled attempts to
get it back without bending over.
Why
Light didn't simply squat down and get it L didn't know. Well... he
did... It was that damnable pride the Yagami boy held. But that was
not the point. What was, were the frustrated growls Light made
whenever the soap slipped from between his foot and the side of the
bathtub for the umpteenth time.
L was glad
he had the camera recording this right now. He was sure it would
provide hours of entertainment during the boring night hours
ahead.
"L," He looked up to see
Light's vaguely twitching face glaring back at him. "Are you
laughing at me?" The chestnut haired boy growled out at
him.
"Why Light," L merely
grinned back, teeth bared in return. "I do believe this paranoia
is another symptom consistent with your being Kira, after all why
else would you believe that I am laughing at you?"
Light
snarled angrily back at him, then returned to his comical attempts to
retrieve the cackling soap overlord.
With
a stroke of genius (of which L had many) L knew exactly what he had
to do now. With a brief tug to the chain linking them (a taunt that
Light would recognise) he leant forwards over the side of the tub and
picked the sudsy bar up between his fingers.
Then
he handed it straight up to Light.
The
glare he recieved would have reduced a lesser man to tears. L merely
blinked lazily up, then cocked his head to the side.
"Light
does not like recieving help? Perhaps this is another indication of
Light's guilt?"
L was surprised (and
relieved) that Light managed to reign in his desire to throttle the
detective right there and then.
"Thank
you," Light growled through gritted teeth, reaching out to take
the soap from him.
L felt like winning
though. That was the thought that raced through his mind as he
grabbed Light's outstretched hand and pulled him forwards. That was
the thought that graced him as he stared into Light's wide, startled
eyes.
That was the thought that melted
away when Light's lips fell against his own.
L
took immediate control of the kiss, pressing demandingly against
Light's mouth, slipping a darting tongue through the gasping open
lips and tasting Light briefly, before pulling suddenly away.
He
held Light's arm as the younger boy teetered uncertainly, knnocked
off-balance by his shock.
"Do forgive
me Light," L whispered into the boy's ear, feeling him shudder,
his naked body all the more blatant to L now. "But I spotted
some dirt and thought I'd take care of it."
Light
jerked, wrenching out of his grasp, the red flush he couldn't deny
creeping over the bones of his cheeks. He turned away, presenting L
with a very lovely view of firm buttocks, to hide the reaction he
hadn't quite been able to restrain.
"Damnit
L!" Light snarled. L suddenly froze, worried he had gone just a
step too far. "There was no damn dirt and you know it!"
At
which L smiled.
After all, Light hadn't
told him not to do it again, had he?
