'Cake,' was the only thought that echoed in L's head. 'I really need cake...'
He moved slowly towards the kitchen still confused about what had happened only moments ago. Just before he entered, he noticed Light. The brown haired man looked at L. For a moment there, the greatest detective in the world thought that he saw hurt in Kira's eyes.
"Are you alright?" L whispered.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Light couldn't admit that every part of his body screamed with pain, every cell of his being could feel his heart breaking, every hope that he had ever had, burned his soul. The pain was too much for most people to bare, but Kira wasn't most people. His face was blank, there wasn't even the slightest sign of any emotions. However, inside he was screaming. 'Nothing will happen between us...' the thought already settled in his mind was ruining him, rotting his already rotten soul, eating him alive.
L wanted to say that everything was going to be Okay, that someday Light will find someone who will truly love him, and L wanted to be that someone with all his heart, but the raven-haired man didn't have the courage even to look Light in the eyes.
"You are Kira..." the words made their way from L's mouth, stabbing Light in the heart.
Light couldn't believe what he heard, and L couldn't believe what he said. Cold silence filled the air. It seemed like no-one could move, speak or breath as if they could brake the quietness into little sharp pieces that would pierce ones' soul. The next moment their eyes met. The atmosphere suddenly changed- the temperature because higher, electricity traveled through the air, their heartbeats were so loud that it seemed that you had to yell in order somebody else to hear you...
Light wanted to scream, to run, to hide, to be as far as possible from L and his words, which burned like acid. 'How can I love someone so heartless?' he thought. However, a weak smile appeared on his face "Prove it..."
"Good night, Light-kun."
"Good night L," and with that the hurt man walked out of the room.
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The black-eyed detective was sitting in the main room. The light from the screens made his skin look paler than snow. A plate with a half-eaten piece of cake was placed on his left. His gaze- never leaving the screen that showed Light's room, revealed his concern about the person that he caused so much pain to.
'How could someone be so calm, so sensible when they are clearly dying inside because the one they love hurt them so much?' The answer to the question was obvious, but L dreaded it. He refused to even think about it as a possibility, he tried to find a more logical answer, so that there was at least 0.001 % chance that Kira didn't love him. The hours passed, but L couldn't think of anything.
"Light truly loves me!" the words escaped from his mouth. They were full with enthusiasm. L was happy, but his happiness didn't last. The reality hit him so fast and hard that it crushed him. He remembered how cold he acted , how much he hurt Light. Moreover, he realized that Light would never love him again. He lost his happy ending the moment he spoke those cruel words.
The emptiness L felt consumed every bit of his body and soul. Misery took over his heart. Agony passed through his veins. He had killed his only hopes of happiness without him even realizing it. He had chased the only person who would ever loved him away. He would be alone... forever.
His eyes again moved to the screen. Light was turning violently in his sleep. L hurried to Kira's room where the hazel eyed man was screaming.
"Please, don't leave me!.. L, I love you!"
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Suddenly Light woke up... Someone had woken him up... with a kiss...
Until Light fully started to understand what had happened, he was all alone in the dark room.
Kira thought that what had happened was only his imagination, that no-one had kissed him.
His own mind was torturing him.
A tear dropped on his shirt. Another one followed. Then another one until he was feeling like he can drown in his own tears filled with misery and pain. He couldn't stop crying, but at least he was doing it in full silence. He couldn't scream because if he produces even the smallest cry, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
A tear fell on his lips. He licked it wondering if true tears tasted differently from the others he had to fake...
The answer was ...yes...
They tasted just like cake... strawberry cake...
A smile touched his lips.
"I had enough with all your games," he whispered before leaving the room.