"So, how do we…?" Light's question trailed off as the two men stood in the bathroom, eyeing the shower before them.
"Well, if you want to take turns, then," L began pulling down his trousers as he stepped into the shower, then he ditched his shirt, pulling it over his arm and letting it come to a rest on the chain keeping the two together. "I'll go first."
"But then," Light began, "you'll get all the hot water."
"Yes." L agreed. "Hope you like cold showers." The dark haired man closed the shower door, soon after his boxer shorts were thrown over the top, landing at Light's feet. The shower started up, steam rising from it. Light glared and sat on the mat outside the shower. It wasn't fair how L always tried to claim the upper hand. Okay, actually, it was. Light did the same thing.
The amnesiac began absentmindedly picking at the shower mat, looking around the bathroom. It was a nice bathroom. The toilet was sequestered behind a curtain, and there were two sinks, and a full sized mirror. The entire place was fairly big, Light thought if you took out the fixtures, you could easily fit a queen sized bed in the place. Perhaps a desk as well. It was very L. Overly complicated, and way more expensive than it had to be.
Light was pulled from his musings when he heard L start to hum a song. Jerk, getting all the hot water. How could Light get L back for this one?
It was then that the ex-killer got a devious idea.
In a flurry, Light ditched his clothes and walked, proudly, into the warm shower.
L paused what he was doing-brushing his teeth-to look up at Light. The detective's outward appearance would suggest indifference, but Light new better. L spit out his toothpaste. "You're not going to make anything easy on me, are you Yagami?" He asked, gesturing with his toothbrush.
Light just grabbed the shampoo, and started washing up. He got a whiff of the soap, strawberries. Huh.
"You know, Ryuzaki, I've been acting an awful lot like you lately. Now I get to smell like you too." Light said the words offhandedly, but he knew they would strike a chord with L.
L looked a bit disturbed, but didn't comment. Light studied L as he washed the strawberry shampoo into his hair.
The detective looked strange with no clothes on. His boniness shone through, with his spine practically poking out of his back. He seemed to have a few old scars, littered here and there. Perhaps from old cases? Light would have to ask him about that later. He looked tired, and more than a touch annoyed with Light. Good, Light thought.
L finished washing up and left the shower in a hurry, the chain jingled around his hand as he did.
Light smirked. The hot water was all his. He leaned against the wall and began humming the same song L had, picking up where the detective had left off.
His victory didn't last long though, as a freighting sound echoed through the bathroom. A toilet flushing. In an instant the water grew scalding.
"Ah!" Light quickly turned off the shower, his skin glowing red. He stepped out, and saw L, still butt naked, grinning cheekily and Light.
"Oops." L began, "I suppose I forgot what happens when you flush the toilet while the water's running. And here I thought I had perfect memory. Apologies, Light-kun. You know, I'm just so glad that you're not Kira. I'm sure he would have killed me for this insolence. If he knew my name, of course."
For more than one reason, many of which Light couldn't quite pin-point, the ex-murderer felt a sense of outrage at this comment. "I'm not kira." He asserted, stepping back into the shower and turning it on. He washed the shampoo out of his hair. L was such a child sometimes.
When Light emerged, L was fully dressed, now in new clothes. The detective tossed Light a set of garments, and a towel, and Light dried and dressed himself. As the two boys went to leave the room, however, something went wrong.
Light stopped to check his reflection in a mirror. L kept walking. The chain pulled, and the detective slipped in a puddle of water. In a second, L's head smacked against the corner of one of a sink. The chain pulled Light down, and he was on the floor too, his elbow banging on the edge of the shower.
Both of the boys groaned in protest. Light stood slowly, noting that he wasn't hurt all that bad, maybe a bruise, but nothing that wouldn't heal. But L on the other hand…
"That's a lot of blood." Light commented.
L looked nauseous, he had an open gash on his forhead, which was oozing downward onto his clean new clothes. Light was quick to grab a towel, kneeling by the pale man and pressing it to the detective's head. "Shit, are you okay?" He asked, feeling his stomach drop with concern.
"F…fine." L said slowly, "Head wounds bleed a lot. We should just-"
"Call Watari." Light interjected.
"Yes." L went on.
Light helped L to his feet, noting that the detective was studying him with something like suspicion.
Light could tell that L was wondering if Light had pulled the chain on purpose, and if his concern was a front to seem less like Kira.
"Don't be an idiot." Light said, rolling his eyes, "We need to get you out of here."
Light walked L into the hall, keeping pressure on his rival's bleeding forehead. He waved at one of the cameras outside the bathroom, knowing that Watari would see.
L sighed, and shooed Light away a bit, opting to hold onto the towel himself. Light allowed this, trailing behind and watching carefully.
Watari met the two in the kitchen, first aid kit at the ready. He fixed up L as Light sat worriedly at the kitchen table, holding an ice pack to his own injury. "Will he be okay?" Light asked the older man, anxiety clear in his voice.
"He'll be fine." Watari said calmly. "But both of you need to be more careful."
L only nodded at this.
"Yes sir." Light said.
Watari didn't respond. He was holding a flashlight to L's face. He blinked it once, watching L's pupils dilate. He turned the light off and moved it back and forth. "Follow the motion with your eyes." He instructed. L did as he was told.
Eventually, Watari nodded. "You don't have a concussion." He concluded. "But you did lose a bit of blood. I recommend that you lie down, and drink something, I can have dinner ready. What would you like?"
"Strawberry shortcake." L decided.
Watari frowned. "I suppose, but, really, you should have something more substantial, I-"
"And potato chips?" Light interrupted.
Watari sighed.
L smirked. "Sounds good. But, I can lie down later, you know. Light and I should be getting back to the case." He began, sliding out of his chair and heading for the fridge. He got himself a juice box and threw one to Light, who caught it with ease.
"Agreed!" Light piped up, "I told you last night I had a lead, turns out there were some criminal suicides in America. Left behind some interesting notes, mentioned Kira. Could be nothing, just some Kira fanfare, but It's worth a check."
L nodded.
With that the two made their way to the main office. Hair still wet, wounds still new.
And perhaps, a true friendship starting to form. Maybe something more than that.
Watari watched wearily from the kitchen. Those two on their own had the potential to be dangerous. But together…he shuddered to think of the trouble they could get into if they truly joined forces.
But in the end, only time would tell.
It's two in the morning. This is unedited. I wrote it in the last hour or so. Hope it's good! L is my woobie.
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Good night Fanfic. Hopefully I'll add more soon. Maybe we can get some angst up in here. Ooohhh, and some H/C.