"What does it look like when you're sad?" Light blurted out.
He was given an eyebrow raise at that.
"I mean… um… well when you're concentrating your nose twitches, and when you.. um… you bite your thumb when your'e angry.."
He stuttered off at the sight of L's burning gaze. Light had absolutely no idea what had possessed him to say these things. He was contemplating suicide or at least seriously maiming himself to wriggle out from under L's glare, but at last L spoke.
"I wasn't aware Yagami-kun watched my person so closely."
Light did his best to focus on anything but L's words to stave off the heat creeping in his face.
"I would prefer if Yagami-kun would focus solely on the Kira case rather than wasting his time on childish musings."
Light turned back to his computer absorbing the words like a kick to the sternum.
Right. I'm an idiot. Why would L tell me about his feelings? Who cares about nightmares or changing names? Who cares about that damn detective?
Light reimmersed himself in his work and stubbornly gave no more thought to the ebony haired man.
L dug his toes into his chair as he stared at his computer screen sightlessly.
L gave no start whatsoever as Matsuda dropped his coffee mug for the third time that week. It was amazing that man could dress himself in the mornings.
What did get his attention was the commotion that came afterwards.
Several detectives gave gasps of surprise and Light cried out. The detective turned a sharp gaze toward the source of the noise.
Matsuda, idiot that he was, had managed to spill scorching hot coffee all over Light's chest. Matsuda immediately apologized before running to the sink to wet a cold cloth and dash back to Light.
Light's smile was gracious, if not strained, as he forgave Matsuda.
L's attention began to recede but then he watched as Matsuda began unbuttoning Light's shirt.
His carefully-constructed apathy began to crumble with the magnitude of his rage.
What the fuck was Matsuda doing? Did he think Light incapable of treating himself?
L watched, his body rigid, as Matsuda unbuttoned most of Light's shirt before pressing the cold cloth to the affected area of Light's chest, his hand resting over the boy's heart slightly tucked beneath his shirt.
L analyzed the other detectives' expressions to decide if his response was standard but they only seemed continually irritated by Matsuda's careless mistake and showed no other concerns.
Finally, after weeks of carefully avoiding his face, L allowed himself to check Light's reaction.
L was out of his chair faster than most would think him capable walking with purposeful strides toward the two men. The only hint to his anger the wicked clench of his jaw and the whiteness of his knuckles as he clenched his fists within his pockets.
"It seems Matsuda has once again caused a disturbance with his habitual ineptitude. If he would remove his hands from Yagami-kun's person so that he may go to the bathroom and properly treat his wound, you may return to your thoughtless bumbling about."
The detectives all stared at him, mouths agape at his harsh reproach.
"Let us go to the bathroom Yagami-kun." L said scornfully, carefully avoiding the boy's face so to not see the innocent pink of his cheeks left over from Matsuda's ministrations.
Once Light followed the wily detective into the bathroom, he was wary of what it was that he should do next. He knew he was to be dealing with his burn in some way, and it was stinging quite a bit, but he was apprehensive of L's intimidating anger.
He saw L noticeably not biting his thumb, assumably due to Light pointing it out at that time.
L turned on Light, his expression irritated.
"Well, Light-kun, if you would…" he gestured to the medicine cabinet impatiently.
"Ah… right." Light tried to focus on finding a cloth and wet it and apply pressure as well as some antiseptic but he found it difficult to concentrate with so much else going through his mind.
Light-kun. Light-kun. Light-kun. He wanted to wrap himself in the sound, letting it blanket him until all he felt was it's warmth. Of course the return of his more familiar name was just another puzzle he could not understand from the detective's behavior. Along with his silence and then sudden animosity towards Matsuda.
Once he fumbled through treating his burn as best he could and rebuttoning his coffee-stained shirt, he looked to L to show his readiness to return to work. He found L already staring at him before giving a slight nod to signal his ascent to returning to the work room.
Light returned to his chair, his head abuzz with speculation.
Why was L behaving so oddly? Was it due to the Kira case? Would he return to his silence once again?
No. Light was fed up with L's ambiguity. He would find a way to get some answers from L, despite what it might cost his pride or his feelings.
I'm alive! Amazing, I know. Welp, I got the urge to look at some of my old stories and realized this one was still unfinished, I felt bad to leave y'all hanging in the dark, so I shall finish this one hopefully soon. This is just a short little chapter because it's late at night and I wanted to let people know I haven't entirely abandoned this story. Leave comments of criticism to let me know what you think or what you might want to see happen. Cheerio!
-LinkIsMyHero
