Alright, warning for more OCness, though I try to keep it to a minimum, and more hints of yaoi.
I don't own Death Note. I cry.
Number 2
Fever
Light sighed, running a hand through his unkempt hair. Three days they had been going straight, Light napping between spurts of energy. L, however, was still going with no sleep, and Light was starting to get worried.
He knew L was an insomniac, and so he could go for some time without sleep. However, L didn't eat healthy, and he'd been eating less as of late. The ever present shadows under his eyes were deeper and he tended to stare off into space more often.
They were just getting to the beginning of the third month that they had been chained together, and Light was starting to realize that L was not as invincible as he seemed to be at first. After their early mishap with L's concussion, the dark-haired man had been a little kinder to Light. He smiled more, he listened more, and Light noticed that there was a lot more contact between them.
Touch had become a constant in their lives whether it was the brush of fingers or L leaning against his shoulder as he looked over his shoulder as some clue. Light still wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't bother him, so he left it alone for now.
Light humped as he heard a faint thud from beside him, looking over to see L shaking his head slightly. The man's teacup was on the table, on its side with the brown liquid filling the saucer; he had dropped it.
"L?" Light murmured, reaching out and putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "Are you alright?"
The detective nodded, a small smile on his pale lips. "I'm fine, Light-kun. I just had a bit of a dizzy moment."
The teen frowned deeper, his eyes darkening as he looked at L. "L, I think we should go get some rest. We haven't had a decent sleep in almost 4 days."
L shook his head. "We're getting a lot done, Light-kun, I can't stop now. You may rest if you'd like; I can have Watari bring a mattress."
Light's face grew angry and he shook his head violently, rising to his feet. "You need to rest! Now stop arguing and come on!"
With that he grabbed L's arm, yanking the detective to his feet and pulling him from his chair. L stumbled at first and then righted himself, hurrying after Light.
"Light-kun! Light-kun, slow down!"
The teen didn't slow down, his temper was flaring and he was massively upset. Why can't you just listen to me, L?.! I'm only concerned for you, you look exhausted!
Light-kun, you're hurting me!"
The sound of L's upset voice pierced Light's haze of anger, and he was abruptly released L's forearm. The detective watched him warily, rubbing at him arm.
Light could see him shaking.
The teen sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry L, I'm just tired; my temper got the best of me. Please let's just go get some rest."
They walked for a moment, the chain between them loose as L followed quietly. Light could hear the soft padding of L's feet; they sounded… wrong.
I hope he actually sleeps… I can tell he's tired, he's never been this absentminded. Although I know he'd never admit that he's exhausted…
A tug on his wrist stopped him; L was no longer following him. Light sighed, rolling his eyes and starting to turn. "L…"
The sight that met him made his heart leap into his throat.
"L!!"
The man was sprawled out on the ground, black hair a dark halo around his head. Light moved forward, kneeling beside L and gently turning him over.
L's face was relaxed in unconsciousness, but his eyebrows were drawn together in a slightly pained expression. Light brushed the black hair away from L's face, swearing as his fingers came into contact with the other's skin.
Shit, he's burning up!
Sweat soaked L's face, and hair, and his always pale cheeks were flushed, red across the bridge of his nose, and over his high cheekbones. Light slipped his arms beneath L's limp body, carefully lifting the man.
Still so light… I'll be damned if he hasn't lost weight since last month…
L's warm forehead rested against Light's throat, his skin feeling excruciatingly hot. Light could feel the man's pounding heart against his chest, his panting breath against his throat. The teen sighed, entering their bedroom and laying L's limp body on the mattress.
After doing this he carefully covered L with a light blanket, making sure he was comfortable. L made a soft sound of pain, his head shifting against the pillow.
Light reached out, pressing a button on the side table that would call Watari.
"Yes?"
"Could you bring some medication, Watari? L's collapsed and he has a fever." Light said slowly.
"I was afraid something like this would happen…" the old man murmured. "I'll be right up."
The link clicked off, and Light went into the bathroom attached to the room. He soaked a cloth in cool water, wringing it out and going back into the room.
L moaned as the cool cloth touched his forehead, turning his head towards the touch. Light smoothed L's black hair away from his sweat-soaked skin, frowning at the feel of his burning flesh.
A soft knock came to the door, and Light looked up as Watari opened the door, coming in with a bottle in his hand. Light drew away from L, sitting back so Watari could come forward.
The elderly man removed the cloth on L's forehead, frowning at how warm his charge's skin was. He slipped a thermometer from his pocket, quickly checking his temperature. He sighed as he read the device.
"High?"
Watari nodded. "102.4."
Light watched silently as Watari situated L in a comfortable position, sitting him up briefly to have him take some medication. L choked on the pills at first, and then swallowed them.
"Watari… Does this happen often?" Light murmured softly, his chestnut eyes curious.
The elderly man sighed, straightening up slowly. "Not often, but this is not the first time. He rarely gets sick, but sometimes he gets going and doesn't sleep or eat. He usually snacks enough to keep him going, but he's been eating less lately…"
L shifted on the bed, the cold cloth slipping slightly. Watari replaced it, his old hands tender and gentle as he petted L's hair briefly.
"This is the second fever he's hand on this case, it's starting to tax him. I see him as my son, but he won't take my advice concerning his health. Especially not when he's on a roll like that." Watari ran a hand over his hair, stepping back.
"Please take care of him, Yagami-san. I'm afraid I have matters to tend to."
Light blinked, and then nodded. "Yes, I will."
With that the elderly man left Light alone with the sick detective watching him breathe heavily and move uncomfortably under the thin blanket.
The teen pressed the cloth against L's forehead, a bit of worry flooding him. Although L was an annoyance to him, but Light found a kinship in this strange, little man, and had found, despite himself, a friend he could relate to on a similar level.
L was his comrade, even if he suspected Light of being Kira. Light couldn't imagine continuing the case without him.
Silently he lifted the cloth, soaking it once more and wringing it out. L made a soft sound as the cool cloth made contact with his skin, and Light carefully smoothed wet, stringy black hair from L's skin.
Please get well…
Light awoke with a start, sitting up from where he was leaning against the bed. He had fallen asleep still caring for L, replacing the cold cloth periodically.
The teen stretched, and then looked to the still form on the bed. L was finally sleeping peacefully, breathing lightly. His face was smooth and un-pained, his hair a dark halo against the white pillow.
Laying a hand on L's pale forehead, Light was happy to find that the fever was gone. He smiled, sitting back and running a hand through his hair. He felt immense relief flowing through him.
L shifted slightly, his lips parting faintly and his breath ghosting through. Light reached out on instinct, running his hand over L's soft black hair.
This continued for a while. Light staring off into space while his hand skimmed over L's black hair. Then…
"Light-kun?"
Light jumped, his hand flying away from L's hair and a faint blush running across his cheeks. "Oh! I'm sorry, L, I didn't…"
L shook his head, pushing himself up to lean against the headboard. A soft smile crossed his lips, his dark eyes locked on Light's face. "It's okay Light-kun. It felt… comforting."
Silence. Light coughed faintly, and then L spoke again.
"Thank you."
Light smiled. "You're welcome. I'm… glad you're okay."
One more after this one, hope you guys are still enjoying it!
