A/N : I don't own Death Note, or Moulin Rouge.
As the weeks wore on, Light continued to help on the investigation team, and L slowly grew more and more depressed. Light had not, as the great detective predicted, shown any particular signs that added to his theory that Light Yagami was Kira. The dark-haired detective was not only mournful of this trait, but of something much more unnerving as well. Not only was Light not providing the proof L needed to convict him, but he was actually seeming to provide the evidence to prove his innocence.
On occasion, L would catch the softness of his partner's features, his warm eyes, quiet smile, or just the sensitive way the younger man seemed to talk to L. It all confused L greatly; he was so convinced that this man was Kira. However, the way he presented himself completely contradicted everything. Of course, L had to believe that it was all an act, that Light was just pretending to be kind in order to decieve L and try to kill him; but yet, when each of Light's actions appeared to only be filled with legit concern and kindness, L struggled to keep that firm grasp on his reality. It irritated L immensely to think that Light could possibly be right, that by spending all this time with him would actually, in the end, prove his innocence. It was all very frustrating.
On one particular Saturday in November, the investigation team had once again came up empty-handed. L decided that he needed a break from the torture of not being able to accomplish anything, so he dismissed the team several hours later. The other investigators had mixed reactions. Some of them, who were tired of seeing L mope around for the past month or so, sighed and rolled their eyes; they wanted the detective to acquire his confidence and motivation again; they didn't get anything done when L was in this state. Others were grateful for the break, due to the extra work load lately to try to move the investigation further. And then, there was Matsuda. Matsuda became ecstatic at the thought of a couple extra hours off.
"Sweet! Now I can re-watch Moulin Rouge. I've had the songs stuck in my head all day! Does anybody want to come watch it with me?" Matsuda asked, excited at the thought of getting someone else addicted to his all-time favorite musical.
The silly man was greeted with an immediate unanimous, "No," before everyone else dispersed to go home. This left only Matsuda, L, and Light in the room. Matsuda reiterated his invitation. "Are you guys sure you don't want to watch it? It's an amazing movie, except the ending is kind of sad…" Matsuda drifted off into his own thoughts for a moment, giving the other two men an opportunity to deny his offer.
"No thanks Matsuda. I think I am simply going to go eat some cake… maybe its magical powers will help cheer me up," L mumbled, already weary of conversing with the stupid man. Light did not verbally deny the offer, he didn't really have a choice in the matter. L had already refused to watch the movie, so obviously, Light would be going with him. He did kind of want to watch it, he hadn't seen Moulin Rouge in years, plus, the music was pretty catchy! However, he knew that Ryuzaki was distressed about not making much head-way with the case, and Light didn't want to upset him more, or fight with him; so he didn't say anything.
With a defeated look, Matsuda retreated to his room to watch his beloved musical, leaving L and Light sitting in the silence of headquarters. Finally, Light broke the silence. "Come on L, let's go get some cake and head back to the suite, you look tired, you could use some rest."
"Why? So you can kill me in my sleep? Huh, Kira?" L spat. He didn't mean to sound mean, but he had to keep the reality that this was Kira he was talking to, and no matter how much he tried to deceive him, L couldn't falter; because when he did, it would be the death of him, he knew it.
Light frowned. "No, idiot! You should sleep so that you will feel well rested, so that maybe we can start moving forward with our case! I'm not Kira, and it is highly offensive to me that after months of working with me, you still believe me to be some terrible fiend. Why can't you consider me a friend? We're friends, aren't we? Oh, wait! No, we're not, are we? Because you let your pride stand between a friendship with someone who is innocent of the crime you accuse them of. Your pride stops you from acting in the normal way, the logical way! If you just looked at me, just looked at me for a moment, without the watchful eyes of the great Ryuzaki, but just simply those of a man… would you not act differently? I can see it in your eyes Ryuzaki, you could bring yourself to be friends with me, yet you keep your distance because of something you thought, which happened to be wrong!"
L was dumbfounded, he hadn't expected such a rant from Light. Not knowing what to say, and feeling as he didn't have to reply to the man, he simply let his eyes fall to the floor, and his lips to remain pursed tightly shut.
After a moment of silence, Light once again grew frustrated with the detective. He grabbed L's shoulders and gave them a rough shake. "Look at me! Look at me damn it!" L grudgingly lifted his eyes to stare at the man before him, L could not allow himself to look weak and wielding. When L didn't say anything more, Light once again took initiative. "L! Look at me! Not just my outward appearance, look at my soul. What do you see?"
L didn't hesitate this time, he knew this answer, he had drilled it into himself months ago. "Kira." His cold stare hardened his features, and the ever-calm detective took on a look of pure malice. This man before him was Kira, there were no and, if, or buts about it. "You. Are. Kira."
It took a moment for Light to register what had just happened. He had been slapped in the face! Did nothing he just said mean anything!? How could this man look upon him and still say that after everything that Light just explained. It was ludicrous. Light felt his insides turn to fire. He couldn't believe the pig-headedness of this prejudiced detective. Everything inside Light was combusting, like a nuclear explosion. He had been sure that after the speech he had made, the two would have been able to reconcile, and truly become the friends that Light wished them to be.
He didn't know what to do, the emotion and stress of the situation had frazzled him. In a moment of heated confusion, he grabbed L by the shirt, and kissed him. Light felt L react in bewilderment, involuntarily trying to pull away, but Light held him close and tight. The kiss was laced with softness and passion, a combination that after a few moments, tempted L to submit and kiss the younger boy back. When Light finally needed to catch his breath, he broke the kiss and stared at L. "Ryuzaki, what do you truly see before you?"
L was still disoriented, he had not expected that to happen; but after it had happened, he hadn't expected himself to act in the way he had. He quickly fell into a state of confusion. This man was Kira… he had to be. . . Yet, he speaks so passionately, and the kiss… The kiss quite possibly spoke louder than the entire rant that Light had just made. How could this man really be Kira? Was it possible? Would it really be that bad if L forgot his accusations against the man for awhile, in order to explore the inner workings of his heart and mind before making the final judgment? "Light-kun, you confuse me too much."
Light's expression did not waver from the stern, but soft and caring features that caressed his face. "That doesn't answer the question. What do you see before you?"
"A man," the great detective answered vaguely. "I see a man, Light. From there, though, I can discern no more. You confuse me too much for me to read anything more than that."
The tiniest bit of a smile formed on Light's lips. "I can live with that, for now," he replied. "Now come on, you should get some rest, and if you don't want to, then you should at least get some cake; you do realize it's been over three hours since you've had sugar, don't you? I'm surprised you aren't suffering from withdrawal symptoms." Light's tone was light and teasing, trying to keep the newly found medium calm.
L gave a silent nod in reply, and Light lead him out of the office, back to their suite for cake. L walked behind him, settling himself into deep, unknown thoughts that kept resurfacing, thoughts of what had just transpired. Withdrawal symptoms… that's an interesting way to think of it. L thought for a moment. Yes, he could see himself suffering from withdrawal symptoms soon. Though, at this moment in time, he wasn't sure if they'd be for cake… or something else. L repressed all of these unknown and confusing thoughts, and lifted his eyes to Light's back, watching the man lead him back to their room.
A/N : phew! so chapter two is finally completed. yay! sorry for my lack of regular posting... i've been pretty busy with school lately. even today, i'm going to our homecoming dance. but i figured i'd seize the opportunity to write/post a new chapter. i hope you liked this chapter. =) i'd like to thank everyone who reviewed! i'm hoping to have chaptper 3 up soon, perhaps within a week, maybe two? until next time -xo
