An Agile Death
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Yagami Light studied the legend before him. The gentle curve of his profile, his bleakly illuminated skin, his pale lips that dragged downwards at the end in concentration. The ebony haired male stared fixedly at the frozen computer screen before him, unblinking, bearing wide eyes that seemed to be spheres simply full with black ink.
He choked back a sigh as he waited impatiently. L more likely than not had found something that had remotely caught his attention, but Light found this irrelevant. The dimly lit room was desolate besides the two, therefore addressing the current instance as the opportune moment to spark a conversation.
But Light would not make the first move. How many times had he done that recently but to no prevail? L, Ryuuzaki, Ryuga, or whoever the hell he was, had only proved to have the emotional span of one of his own sugary lollipops.
So the younger teen opted to tap a tune upon the clanging chain that conveniently bound the two together, and smirked as he observed the swaying attachment pull at the detective's thin wrist, sliding it off the mouse.
There was a lapse in time, and for a moment, Light thought he would stand corrected, that L really did have no emotions such as annoyance. But his chance did not fail to present itself.
"Is there something on your mind, Light-kun?" He asked in a flat, almost obligatory tone.
Finally, L had spoken. And though he tired of hearing that same voice accuse him of being a mass murderer more than twenty-six per cent of the time, he would have gladly had it whispering into his ear upon close contact and an entirely different circumstance.
"Yeah…" His response was an attempt at sounding thoughtful, as though Light was only realizing there was something amiss when the detective mentioned it. He swiftly hid his impish smile and adopted a slightly concerned look. With brows knitted together, he continued, "I feel different inside."
He was a wonderful actor. But it was for a just cause – his boredom.
"Different how?" L did not spare him a glance.
Light shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel like something's missing, you know?"
The older male tilted his head to regard him with curiosity. "I know how that feels," he said with a hint of enthusiasm, surprising Light. He had began to think a reaction was too much to ask for.
"You do?" Light intoned incredulously.
L hummed, and pressed his thumb to his lips. "Once, I ate a whole bag of marshmallows, and I still felt empty."
Yagami Light face-faulted, slapping a palm to his forehead. Perhaps the emotional range of a lollipop was giving him too much credit?