An Agile Death
ancient-relic, IshizuWolfRider, Holding On To Heart, DarkDannyHot, Makayla, and Lady Ryuji; loves of my life.
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L thought it was the most useless thing he could think of to waste his time with. But it wasn't as if he could help it, and even if he could, Yagami Light was making the feat impossible as his hand continued to hit the detective in the back of the head ad he flailed about on the bed in his slumber.
L, who was seated in his usual position on the floor next to said bed with his laptop open in front of him, found it increasingly difficult to accomplish any work when being frequently harassed by a sleeping teenager. He sighed and got to his feet, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets as he leered down at the other male.
Light had been unwell since that morning, as it was painfully obvious. He had sniffled annoyingly throughout the debriefing L had given the team, and sneezed loudly, rattling the chain between them and breaking L's line of thought while he tried to read. Now he was sure that the boy had conducted a fever, though the raven had yet to decide if he would do anything about that or not.
No, L was not particularly practiced in bringing down fevers that sent people into thrashing fits in the middle of the night, but what was more frustrating still was the fact that he felt something for him that was not a blazing determination to finally send him to his death. Light never left his thoughts, and as L had already concluded, thinking of someone insignificant and stressing about them daily was a complete waste of his time.
Not that Light was insignificant; rather he was a large part of the investigation. Number one Kira suspect, yes, but there was no way around the reality in which he was truly fascinated with Yagami himself, and not Kira. Light was captivating and alluring to speak with and to look at, and had no problem luring L into a conversation on a whole other level of intelligence.
He supposed he would wait the fever out and wait for it to break. And in the meantime, convince himself that whatever he was feeling was unimportant and far too mortal for his own liking. He went as far as to tell himself that he would not care if Light really was Kira, and rehearsed for when the time came, his lines being: "I am not surprised. Did you think you could fool me, Light-kun?"
He was right to suspect Light, even though he did have feelings for him. He desperately did not want to loose his only friend to Kira. But that was selfish, was it not? It was all for justice, either way.
The mattress dipped under L's weight as he sat next to the writhing body. The marble eyed detective reached out with ginger fingers and gently brushed aside auburn hair from Light's sweaty forehead.
"Are you a killer, Light-kun?" He mused softly to the darkness of the bedroom.
As if it would hardly make a difference, anyways.
