Ryuzaki glanced over at the sleeping Light. It was barely six o'clock, but soon the alarm would ring and the battle of wits between the two would begin anew. Ryuzaki could not help but wonder if a more efficient way to retrieve a confession existed.
There is a 62% chance Light-kun would be more likely to slip up in front of a friend.
Light rolled onto his back, lost in dreamland. Small noises escaped his lips and Ryuzaki tried to catch them. Unsuccessful, he returned to his musings.
It would then be 64% more efficient to befriend Light-kun.
That was how Ryuzaki's mind worked. No thoughts beyond logic. However, he was slightly pleased with his results. He shook it off as satisfaction for moving forward in the case. Nothing he was doing currently was helping; Maybe it was time for a new route.
Beep Beep Beep
Light groaned and reached out to hit the offending alarm clock. He yawned as he sat up, looking over to see Ryuzaki typing away on his laptop. The door opened, right on cue, and in walked Watari to see just what Ryuzaki wanted to eat that morning.
While the detective was instructing Watari, Light began to push back the covers. He waited as Ryuzaki stood, closing the laptop. Ryuzaki politely waited for Light to comfortably remove himself from the bed.
Isn't he polite this morning? Maybe this is how he acts before he has sweets.
Light made a mental note to try and keep Ryuzaki from sweets. As if.
It would be worth it, though… No. His friendship doesn't mean anything. Although it would be nice to get along with someone I have to spend an undetermined amount of time with…
He would have to find another way. Keeping sweets from Ryuzaki would be absolutely impossible. Light sighed and followed Ryuzaki to the investigation room.
The task force had not yet arrived when the two detectives walked in. They settled at their computers, chairs slightly closer than the previous day. The chain would only go so far, after all.
Both had themselves convinced that was, and ever would be, the only reason they inched closer. Light would never admit he had slept better than the night before than ever in his own bed. And Ryuzaki would never tell Light that he had enjoyed having his companionship in the usually incredibly lonely hours of night.
"Here, Master L."
Watari handed the plate to the detective. "Ryuzaki, please, Watari. Thank you."
"Of course, Master Ryuzaki." Watari smiled kindly.
Light glanced at Watari as the elderly man walked from the room. "He is the only one to still call you that, right?"
Ryuzaki nodded as he bit into the first cookie of the day. After chewing carefully and swallowing, he said "It is true it is safer to be called Ryuzaki. However, Watari has known me through all of my aliases. He will, I am 78% certain, continue to call me L until death."
"Do you prefer being called L?' Light wasn't certain where the question had come from.
Ryuzaki thought for a moment. However, Matsuda then entered the room and Ryuzaki turned from Light. The boy would have to wait for an answer.
"Hey! Did you two learn anything last night?" Matsuda really wanted to ask "Did you two move last night?"
Light shook his head, resting his chin in his hand. Ryuzaki also shook his head, but nearly unnoticeably. Matsuda stood uncomfortably as both men returned to staring at their computer monitors.
They were great conversationalists.
Matsuda turned his monitor away from the other two, wincing and glancing up as it squeaked. Neither of his companions lowered themselves enough to look at him. He found the comfiest position in his chair and turned on the computer. He hoped to cram in some gaming time before the rest of the taskforce arrived.
Unfortunately for Matsuda, it was not long.
"Did you sleep well?" Soichiro asked his son in concern.
Light answered easily. "Of course, father."
More than I will ever admit.
Ryuzaki looked over at Light as the boy answered. Only he could tell there was more to what Light said. He chose silence as the best tactic; Confronting Light would not be the friendly action to take, would it?
He frowned. What did he know about being a friend? Should he treat Light like he treats Watari? Would Light run to the kitchen at odd hours of the night to fetch him cake?
A smile crossed the detective's face at that thought. Yes, I would like it very much if Light-kun would fetch me cake at every hour.
The chain clinked as Light typed. It disturbed Ryuzaki's thoughts, bringing his attention to the offending metal.
He would never be able to. Kira will never fetch me cake.
Light was the only one to notice confliction emotions cross over Ryuzaki's face. They were gone so quickly he had to pause and think, just to be certain they had actually been there.
"Have you found anything?" Ryuzaki turned as Light spoke.
"I have not… Kira." Ryuzaki mentally berated himself for the slip-up. He never slipped up.
Light clenched his fists. "I'm not… If I were Kira, would I work so hard to catch myself?"
"If Light-kun wanted to try to convince me of his innocence, he would." Ryuzaki sounded uncaring, but he made a mental note to somehow apologize to Light later.
No… I don't need to apologize to a murderer.
Light looked back to his computer. He hated being angry with Ryuzaki. It led to angry silences and an uncomfortable taskforce. They should at least be able to work together.
He sounded reluctant to call me Kira. Light stared down at the keyboard, one letter at a time. K…I…R…A… I'm not Kira, am I? Wouldn't I remember something like that? Ryuzaki must not think so… or he gives my acting skills too much credit.
"I have to use the bathroom." Light looked to Ryuzaki.
"It amazes even me how often Light-kun needs to relieve himself. I make it a point never to do so more than once every two days."
"That's terrible for your body." Light was disgusted.
"…Let's go."
Ryuzaki stood and followed Light to the bathroom. The younger waited for Ryuzaki to turn around so that he may finally use the restroom, but Ryuzaki showed no signs of turning around.
"Light-kun is angry with me." Ryuzaki said dully.
"Why does it matter if I am?" Light impatiently waited.
A pale thumb notched Ryuzaki's lower lip. "I do not want Light-kun to be angry with me."
That surprised Light. "W-would you please turn around?"
"Light-kun knows I cannot do that."
Light pretended Ryuzaki was not blatantly staring at him as he unzipped his pants and relieved himself.
Bastard won't even turn around… But I can't blame him. I just have to accept he thinks of me as Kira. If I were him, I would watch me, too. Wait, that was confusing… Enough of that. Ryuzaki will stare at me no longer how long I stand here doing nothing.
He redid his pants and swiftly washed his hands. "Let's go, Ryuzaki."
Hopefully he won't drive me insane.
-T.B.C.-
I am back! And you can believe me when I say I would have much rather stayed. Nine people cramming into a six person cabin? Multiple people hating each other's guts? Make those two sleep in the same room, along with five other people? When there are only four twin beds? Fun.
But no one cares about that. Here's your chapter. The next will be up as soon as I can do anything but caress my poor cats for hours and hours while releasing hysterics. Review? Please?
