DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note, unfortunately.
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Hunched in his awkward position, thumb in between his lips, L investigated the boy sitting next to him. Light Yagami: The number one Kira suspect. It was incredibly unfortunate that that was in fact the case because L couldn't deny the attraction he had for the younger boy.
The attraction was both physical and mental, but mostly mental. When L looked at Light, he did not see an average civilian that was incredibly stupid compared to L's wits. He saw an equal.
Light was smarter than most that had paid for top-class education, private tutors, and even hired other's to do their work. L would know; he's worked with quite a few people like that.
Well, maybe, he hasn't worked directly with them, but he's worked with them all the less. Often times, even if he's hiding behind the screen with a large, black L in calligraphy, he finds himself to want to make sure of people's reliability. It was quite difficult to earn L's trust.
Which made L curious as to how Light Yagami had done it, when L suspected him to be a nemesis to society, a criminal. Perhaps it was how Light was confident, and and had belief in himself. Unlike a lot of intelligent individuals, Light carried himself proud and tall, not stopping to doubt himself or believe he was a victim to idiocy.
The Yagami boy admitted when he made a mistake, but it wasn't like most. He did not apologize for it, and why should he? So the boy has made a few mistakes in his life, but he has made up for it with his astounding knowledge, and do-good attitude.
Maybe, though, it wasn't the mental part of Light that had been the thing to finally allow Light to worm his way into L's affections. As much as Light's brains were a turn on, maybe it wasn't that that was the official turn on.
Light Yagami looked like a God himself. L was an atheist, and didn't believe in foolish theories without any evidence, but sometimes Light made him question if Light himself was a religion to worship.
His tall, slender body. The skin that was neither tan nor pale. His auburn hair. Those eyes. Those piercing brown eyes that L could stare at for days. He liked to imagine what it would feel like to have Light's body wrapped in his arms. Or his lips on his own. Would he taste like chocolate? No, if anything, Light would taste like mint. Sweet mint. L wanted to hum in appreciation at that thought.
"Ryuzaki, I would enjoy it if you stopped staring at me." Light's voice sounded almost carefree, like he didn't care. L leaned forwards slightly, layers of dark hair falling into his face as he intense gaze stayed focused on Light.
"Light-kun rather enjoys attention, most especially if it is positive. The chance that you want me to stop staring is sixteen percent." Light's hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white as L's skin. "I take that back," L decides. "Forty-seven percent."
Even someone as clueless to social expectations and the understanding of human emotions as L could tell that Light was getting highly annoyed. L enjoyed it, he decided. Of course, he was only stating facts, and that is in fact what annoyed Light, but annoying him was just a huge bonus in L's book.
Light bent his neck, left then right. L listened intently at the cracking sound the bones in Light's neck made. Surely that was painful. It sounded like someone had grabbed either side of Light's had and twisted till his neck was broken. As false as it was, L imagined that, in fact, someone had burst into the room and broken Light's neck.
Imagine it, L told himself. Imagine Light is not Kira, even though a great deal of evidence points to him. Light is merely an innocent teenage boy that I have an undeniable attraction to. They're just sitting there, a slight banter, as the usual, when someone comes through the door, grabs either side of Light's head, and twists it to the left. The figure is unseeable in the large black hood they wear, but it just seems to scream Kira!
Light falls to the ground, limp. His head is flung ever so carelessly in an awkward position that would cause him pain if alive. But his mouth is slightly parted open, and his brown eyes seem to lifelessly stare at L. L could almost imagine the boys' voice. Ryuzaki.
L's reaction is immediate as he pounces on Kira. He pushes the body to the floor, bringing back his fist before letting it make contact with their chin. After numerous hits are thrown, all from L, he's finally able to stop seeing in rage and focus on who Kira is. On the floor, a certain person he despised glared back up at him.
Misa.
She gave one single smirk before L was torn from his imagination due to Light. He was blabbing on about something about how L made him want to rip his hair out and just, and just die. L raised a single eyebrow at the young Yagami boy.
"I think Light-kun needs to calm down before he over exhausts himself," L commented with a condescending tone. Light's eyes flashed to him, anger bubbling in them.
"Oh, shut up," He snarled. "I don't know what's been up with you lately. All you ever do is stare at me. Do you understand how fucking annoying and bothersome that is? What if I got all up in your face, huh?! You like it, Ryuzaki? Huh? HUH?!" Light yelled, standing to his feet and getting his face into L's.
L was incredibly amused. Light seemed to have a short temper. Honestly, though, L didn't mind. He didn't mind Light being so close to him, the fire in his eyes, his minty breath fanning over his face. L didn't know whether or not his mind was just making this up, but it seemed Light was practically begging L to make a move on him.
Deciding to take a leap of faith, L reached out, grabbing around Light's waist, pulling him forward. Light was stunned into silence and stillness for a moment as L put his legs down, only to swipe Light onto his lap. It was a risky move, but so was having feelings for someone suspected to be Kira.
Light's legs were on either side of L's, and L's arms were wrapped around Light's thin waist, pinning him closer to his body. Light seemed to be shocked into silence, his lips parted slightly, his beautiful orbs wide open, and a bright shade of pink on his cheeks. He had gone limp in surprise, just staring at L, occasionally blinking. L stared back, proud of himself for making a move. God knows how difficult it was for him to do it, but it sure as hell paid off now that he had the younger boy sitting on his lap, looking adorable as ever with the shock showing on his face. L brought his hand up to Light's lower back, using his index finger to trace up and down on his spine slightly. It sent chills up Light's back and he shivered.
Finally, Light was able to regain himself enough to talk. No, not talk. Stutter.
"W-wh-what the hell, R-Ryuzak-ki?!" L couldn't help but find Light even more adorable, stuttering in shock. He mentally slapped himself. L didn't find people adorable. Especially the number one Kira suspect. Damn the Yagami boy and his irresistibleness. L's heart rate began to increase as his staring focused on the teen's lips. They were so pink, and large, and the way Light's tongue would dart across it was so suggesting. They were just so kissable.
And with that thought, L leaned forward.
A/N: Heya folks! Just wanted to say I apologize if this seems too OOC, I really hope it isn't. I tried my best to keep them in character while adding romance, but I've never done a Death Note fanfic.