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L eyed the sprig of green foliage and white berries suspiciously.
"Mistletoe?"
"Correct," nodded the teenager, holding the plant cutting aloft. "You really are a marvellous detective, aren't you?"
L's brow wrinkled almost imperceptibly. It was barely a movement at all, but the teen noticed it and smiled.
"You know what I mean, B."
B cocked his head slightly, his pale, silvery eyes focused, unblinkingly, on the older boy. "I do?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Although it appears I will have to spell it out for you anyway…"
"Please do."
"Why are you holding that mistletoe above your head like that?"
B blinked slowly. "Why do people usually approach others under the mistletoe?"
"Traditionally…" L hesitated slightly "…to receive a kiss…"
"Yes."
Silence.
"You don't honestly mean you want to kiss me?"
"I don't? Oh… I thought I did."
"…I wish you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?"
A definite frown this time.
"You know what I mean."
A mischievous grin.
"I believe I do."
"That's better."
Silence.
"So…"
"You want to kiss me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Surely you have a reason?"
"I must?"
"You're doing it again…"
"I am?"
"Yes."
"Oh…"
Silence.
"My arm hurts, holding this mistletoe."
"Then put it down."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"The mistletoe and I are waiting for an age-old tradition to be upheld."
Silence.
L stared hard at the mistletoe.
"I'm busy."
"Too busy for a kiss?"
"Yes."
"Even a little one?"
"Yes."
"It won't take long…"
"No."
"Only a few seconds…"
"No."
"Oh."
Silence.
"L…"
"What?"
"How come you're too busy to kiss me but not too busy to have this conversation?"
"You tell me."
B nibbled the tip of his forefinger in apparent bewilderment.
"Aren't you the detective?"
"Yes, but you're training to be one, aren't you? Think of this as practice."
"…You want me to tell you why you are too busy to kiss me but not too busy to talk to me."
"Yes."
"Although kissing would take much less time."
"Yes."
Silence.
"I would guess that you are lying, and what you are really trying to say is that you don't want to kiss me."
"Very good."
"Why won't you kiss me?"
"Why should I?" L glanced up at the mistletoe and narrowed his eyes.
"Are you nervous?"
"Not especially."
"Are you saving your first kiss for someone special?"
"N… Who said this would be my first kiss?"
"…It would be though, wouldn't it?"
"…Yes…"
"Oh. Is it that?"
"…No."
"Then, do you find me repulsive?"
"No. I actually think you're quite handsome, in your own way."
Silence.
"Oh. Oh… thank you."
"…You're welcome."
Silence.
The mistletoe was finally lowered from it's place above B's head. Gently, B placed it on a nearby table, then he turned to leave.
"B?"
"Hmm?"
L's slim fingers gripped B's wrist gently. The younger boy turned to face his mentor once again. Although he was older, L was a few inches shorter than B. B stooped lower to look him in the eye.
Smooch.
B's eyes widened as L's lips brushed gently against his cheek. Pulling away, L smiled at the look of sheer confusion and surprise on the teenager's face.
"Next time you want to try something like that, forget the mistletoe - I hate the stuff."
"…Oh."
"And, B?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Merry Christmas."
Author's note:Okay, so it's short, pointless, and disregards a few of my own views on B, L, and DN in general… but it's kind of cute, right? Not entirely bad considering I wrote it in a single, uneventful afternoon at work…
Sigh…
Anyway, if any of you lovely people want to see the drawing this is based on, check out the link on my profile! I promise, the picture is better!
Merry Christmas! :D