AN: Ahh, I am really a klutz. I forgot to put my disclaimer in my first chapter. I apologize.
I have to thank FrigidSnow and Product Of A Sick Society (wow, that is quite an interesting pen name… ) for the reviews. I don't really swoon over reviews but isn't it quite nice to know that people actually spend some time reading your crappy work? Anyway, thank you. I really appreciate it.
And to fouloldron. I give you all my thanks for correcting my mistake regarding the correct latin translation for lust. (Yes, it's really frustrating to admit that my sources seemed not to be credible enough. Ahaha). But as you can see the title I used is SALIGIA, which is a mnemonic, formed from the first letters of the seven capital sins (latin names). So I apologize if I will still continue to use luxuria as the latin word for lust. I have to keep using it to keep the story going and so as to continue using SALIGIA as the title. I apologize for the mistake and I will certainly do my best in using accurate latin translations from now on. Thank you fouloldron, once again for the latin lessons. I really am grateful.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DeathNote or any of its characters.
Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Luxuria II
When L seemed determined to not move a bit, the young man let out a low chuckle. The chuckle seemed to tingle L's senses and there was this queer and sudden feeling of excitement. For Pete's sake, it was only a chuckle and he was already feeling this way! He wondered whether the man was actually an angel in disguise sent by God to actually test his self-control. He lowered his gaze and stared blankly at his toes to seriously think about the possibility. Oh how his exceptional logic is failing him this time! He was actually considering the idea! There must be something wrong with the Bundt cake… He picked up his fork, which he unconsciously dropped on his plate, and continued finishing the three slices. Yes, definitely the Bundt cake… I should have ordered—
"Excuse me…" the usual… Chocolate orbs mere inches away from his obsidian ones. "Do you have a pen? Do you mind lending me yours?" He stared as the perfect lips gracefully uttered the words. There was the tingling sensation again. His mind was still in a haze. He forced himself to think rationally once again and answer the question.
"Ah, I do not have one." But I would definitely always carry one from now on. "I apologize."
The young man gave him a small smile and nodded. "Not to worry. I guess I should just ask somebody else." The young man turned around to walk away.
"Wait." He said as he chewed on the last bit of his fourth slice of cake. The brunette stopped. And turned. His eyes asking. "I assume you aren't expecting company." Now, was that a pick-up line? He mentally smacked himself.
"And?" L gave a smile in return.
"And neither am I." The brunette eyed him for a while and sighed.
"I won't mind your company if you can fix my dilemma about a pen." L smiled wider. The man was actually taking his offer seriously! Now that was a good start.
"Fair enough." He motioned for a waitress and whispered something into her ear. The waitress nodded. She eyed the young man across him and blushed when chocolate eyes turned to glance at her. She hurriedly excused herself and walked away.
"It seems you are a patron here." The brunette commented when the waitress walked away. He sat down across L, his eyes glued to the queer detective's form. L noted how he gracefully sat on the seat across. He also noted how the mahogany chair of the cafe seemed to emphasize the brunette's smooth and fair skin. How brilliant the interior decorator of the cafe was!
"Not really." L replied, silently cursing himself for his poor communication skills. The man was already across him, facing him, and here he was, spoiling the moment because he just can't think of a better way to reply. When did you become conscious of your communication skills, L?
A few moments of silence. Two set of eyes scanning each other, carefully examining each other's features. Then obsidian eyes came to rest onto chocolate ones. And the staring contest started. And L seemed to enjoy it. The brunette's gaze was unwavering and L decided that it would probably bore the man if they would continue this silent staring escapade.
"I'm Ryuga Hideki. You are?"
The young man's brows rose slightly. L noted how the eyebrows complemented the chocolate eyes.
"Ryuga Hideki? Isnt it hard to coincidentally have the same name with a popular idol?" L just chuckled.
"Or is it really coincidental at all?"
L smiled widely. The man was not just irresistibly gorgeous. He was also quite smart. If I would actually admire someone, might as well set my standards.
"What do you think? And you haven't introduced yourself yet."
"A pseudonym perhaps?" the waitress came and handed him a pen. He mumbled a small thank you and the waitress hurriedly walked away, blushing. L's eyes unconsciously twitched. Tsk. Fangirls. "Yagami Light."
L's head perked up. He watched as Light brought out a pocket notebook and began scribbling. "A pseudonym?" He watched as Light's hands gracefully moved. Even the man's hands were pretty! L was pretty sure that just a little longer, he would definitely fail in this test of self-control. He could now see Satan laughing his ass off!
"Yes, a pseudonym."
"Why would I use one?" He watched as Light gave him a swift glance then returned into scribbling once more. He studied him once more. The closer he looked, the hotter the man seemed to be. Hotter… My sexual orientation is now officially screwed. Thank you very much. He inwardly frowned yet he chose not to blame himself and never the man in front of him. He was perfectly straight since birth. But just a few minutes with this irresistible ravishing young man made him doubt himself.
"Hmm… Perhaps it is to prevent others from discovering your identity. Perhaps you have a dangerous job in which one small bit of information could cost you your life." Now that was interesting. Exceptional deductive reasoning... Now that was another giant plus. Just who the hell is this heart-stopping handsome man? Another few points, and he was sure the man was nearing perfection!
"A dangerous job, you say?" He watched as Light settled the pen on the table and began rereading his scribbles. The way Light moved his eyes elegantly was very appealing to the eye and L seemed to be greatly amused by this. Now, what the hell are you playing at, L? Are you gay? L shook his head. Then paused. Then reluctantly nodded. If the way I'm staring and thinking about this guy would speak for myself, then definitely, logic would point out that I'm oficially one now. L cursed. Great. Just great. Light seemed to notice his strange behavior and raised an eyebrow. L just smiled. Light went back to reading. "A dangerous job?"
Light stopped reading and raised his head to fully stare at the detective.
"Yes. A secret police agent or detective to be precise."
L stared. Light stared.
No one is perfect. L thought so too. But why did this irresistible and hot man in front of him seem to contradict the cliché too much?
For the first time in his life, L was truly and shockingly impressed.
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AN: The chapter was short. I don't actually think of it as a chapter. Ahaha Thank you for reading.