Notes: Another short one before the real action begins aka Light finally meets L. I didn't expect to get any sort of feedback on this so thanks for showing interest. On we go
64 cameras, huh? This L had to be pretty sure that Light was the culprit if he was going through all this trouble just to watch him. Hands stuffed into his pockets, the cogs in Light's mind turned. If his every move was being watched, then that meant he had to be extra careful. Still, he couldn't just stop writing names in the Death Note; it would be obvious that he was Kira. This just meant he had to get a little creative.
It would have been impressive, how quickly L had gotten onto his scent, if it hadn't been so irritating. Still, this was merely a small setback. This great detective would have to work that much harder if he wanted to catch Light in the act. Which he wouldn't.
Light spent most of that evening studying, or so it would seem to anyone watching through these cameras. It was almost too easy, writing names in the Death Note with his left hand while he mindlessly solved equations with his right. The hardest part was keeping the satisfied sneer off his face. Greatest detective in the world? You're a fool if you think I'll be this easy to catch, L.
Shortly before midnight, Light had switched off the LCD mini and thrown away the seemingly empty bag of chips. He made an act of stretching out, faking a yawn that led to a real one. It wasn't really a stretch, acting like he was tired. Worrying about and thinking around the cameras all day had drained most of his energy. And as he'd told Ryuk, sleep was an absolute necessity, especially now that he needed his guard up at all times.
Switching off his desk lamp and pulling down the shades, Light sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling like he could sense each and every one of these 64 lenses staring him down. He couldn't help but wonder who exactly was currently sat on the other end of these cameras, watching him. L…
Sighing, Light dragged his shirt up over his head, dumping it in the laundry basket, feeling almost self-conscious. Almost. He was well aware of the fact that he was in great shape and there wasn't a lack of people who'd told him so but still, not knowing who was watching made this scenario all the more unpredictable and uncomfortable.
Getting up, Light unbuttoned his jeans, realizing that he didn't even know whether or not this L was someone close to his own age or some old fossil, sitting in his living room, watching teenage boys undress. The thought danced on the line of being creepy and laughable. He had to remind himself that this was supposed to be an expert, someone the police confided in. Light's father would have never agreed to some elderly pervert putting up video cameras in their house. Besides, the concept of a younger L somehow just seemed more plausible. More appealing, even…
The jeans followed the shirt and Light dropped onto the mattress, arms folding behind his head. Brown eyes closed and he stifled another yawn. L… Who are you?
"You're very comfortable for someone who's being surveilled," Ryuk commented from the corner. Light simply replied with a sigh, almost having forgotten the Shinigami's presence in the room. "The person on the other end must be very happy with their view."
This struck a chord with Light, strange tingles crawling over his exposed skin. He kept his eyes closed, his slightly groggy mind starting to wander. Would this L be watching him all night? A faceless entity appeared in his thoughts, sat in front of a large screen feeding Light's room to the viewer. The image didn't make him feel as uneasy as he realized it should have. More so, he felt… intrigued. Would the viewer be enjoying the view? No, he was getting off track here…
Thinking back, he realized that he had never been watched in his sleep since he'd never shared his bedroom, or his bed for that matter, with anyone else. The thought of that by itself didn't awaken any sort of feelings, didn't really bother him, but this… Was it because it was the guy designated to catching Kira that was watching? Almost like he was already breathing down his neck, close to catching him… Or was it simply because it was a he? No, this is a waste of time. L is using these cameras to get into my head, under my skin. I won't give him the satisfaction.
Eyes blinking open, he was shocked to find that almost thirty minutes had gone into these ponderings. L… Who are you… Light rolled over onto his stomach, blinking sleepily as the tingling sensation once again slithered down his spine, the feeling comparable to a heavy gaze running over his body, not altogether an unpleasant one. Tomorrow… tomorrow I'll provoke L… make sure that watching me is as uncomfortable as possible… The tingles intensified as a plan began to form, his thoughts drifting to the stupid stash of magazines in his shelf.
His longing, no, need to discover L's identity had just become that much stronger. Enjoy the view while you can, L. This is all just leading up to your own downfall. Light stretched out on the bed with a pleased sound, almost as if to show off. His sleep hazed mind couldn't quite justify why exactly he was showing off for L and it didn't have the capacity to care much at this moment.
Light fell asleep not long after, a small yet pleased smirk stuck on his face. The faceless stranger in his thoughts strayed back to the front of his mind. This time, more details were defined, such as the long, dark locks covering dark, gleaming eyes. Tomorrow… I'll show him… L…
Notes: Chapter three has already been written and I plan to post it Sunday evening (that is, if anyone is interested in reading more... ;) )
