L explains his craxy hax ways. Maybe, sort of. -shot-
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I tried to keep the character, well, in character. But sometimes the story likes to write itself. Not to mention this is a semi-crack fin turned weird plot thing.
I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Warnings: general OOC-ness and some swearing.
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People may make mistakes, but not me.
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Chapter Four
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Or in this case, a tiny fork…L took another bite of cake as he contemplated his situation. After (that idiot) Matsuda had left, Light had turned on his heel, and walked back to his desk without incident. Not a word had been exchanged between him and the boy. Just silence. Hard, screeching, unrelenting silence.
If L knew anything about Light, he knew that he was just seething right now. It wouldn't be long until Light figured it out, and in those few meager seconds he needed to make up something, anything, in an attempt to save his freakishly pale skin. Yes, he was going to be as prepared as a prepared person could possibly be!!
Yeah, right.
Light was back on his laptop again, working. Or at least pretending to. The only noise being the rapid, somewhat desperate tapping of fingers on a keyboard. He'd been played. Tricked. Punk'd. And with that thought he was just waiting for that annoying American actor to come busting into the room. But seeing as reality was much worse, the silence hung there and stung like a slap in the face.
Light looked over the piles upon piles of e-mails again and it didn't take another glance for Light to see that these had been doctored up. Light had been too caught up in the heat of writing names to even tell. He absentmindedly chewed on his pen as he started to get the gears in his brain turning.
Fake e-mails…flirting…Wait, what? Could it be defined as flirting? He could chalk it up to manipulation….Technically, it's flirting. Light almost cringed as he confirmed his suspicions. The wink, off hand sexy comment…Wait. That was how it all started, wasn't it? L had started acting strange after their break. Although, what did L define as 'sexy'? There was the standard text book definition, but there had to be more to the statement then L made it seem. There was always something more, more, more…..Fake e-mails…writing names…
And then it hit the sociopath like a building just fell on him, and he tried not face palm for not figuring it out sooner. (Although, figuring it out took less than half the time it took you to read this far into the story.) When he realized he'd been gnawing on his favorite pen for past who-knows-how-long he wanted to bang his head on the desk. Not feeling like going for two head injuries in one day, though, he threw pen across the desk and out of his own reach instead. If you love it, set free; as they say.
Light turned back on his chair to face L's back. The other man was hunched over his computer, typing away at nonsense. But he could feel Light's eyes on him. Oh yes, Light had figured it out completely. Albeit it took a few seconds longer than I anticipated…
Time to bite the bullet, as they say.
L turned to face Light, and was greeted with the sultriest face he'd ever seen on the boy.
"Don't worry, Ryuuzaki," Light started, "I think you're sexy too." A wink—
—Ohmygodwhatthell?!—
And then Light turned back around, as if nothing had ever happened.
If the last silence was painful and awkward, then this silence was simply mind splitting. L racked his mind for something, anything, to say and get out of this hole of madness and misunderstanding. He came up with several different stories and outcomes. Most ended with one of them dying or loosing an eye or some other limb.
Another minute passed.
A cough, "Light-kun; I think you misinterpreted what I said earlier—"
The sound of a swiveling chair, then: "Really now? Then explain it to me—"
L tried not to squirm, "Explain what? There is nothing to explain, Light-kun"
Light surpassed a sigh. There was that 'Light-kun' business again. Really, if L wanted to pout and throw a tantrum he might as well have gone all out and started rolling around on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs. Light tried to block out the mental image.
Then Light really sighed, "I just don't understand why—"
"Why what?" That was original, genius! L's toes curled up again in annoyance with himself. All those years of school and IQ points were going down the toilet with how innocent and hot Light was looking at him. While he knew that Light was simply acting to get what he wanted, that didn't stop L from being generally nervous about it. An innocent Light was a dangerous Light.
They both knew why L had done what he did, and L knew that Light just wanted to hear the answers straight from the horses mouth. The detective planned on being as defensive and abrasive as possible, until….
"I'm sorry, Ryuuzaki." Frown, sigh, "If you're not ready to discuss your feelings, then…" A long, strained pause: "I'll just leave you alone."
As Light turned back around to work, L lost it, with arm flailing and everything.
"What? How can you not want to KNOW why I did it!?!"
Silence.
Oh, shit.
Light turned back around, a wide smirk across his features.
"I hate you."
"Of course." Oh, L could hear the smugness in Light's tone. L was going to have none of that.
"At least I'm not the one that writes like a power hungry maniac!!"
"So is that why you created that elaborate scheme?" L snorted. They both knew it was anything but elaborate. At least, not by L standards anyway.
"No shit! And it has raised my suspicions of you being Kira by an indescribable amount!!" More arm flailing.
"Sure it has." Light was grinning from ear to ear. His 'I'm-gonna-pretend-to-respect-your-feelings-and-pretend-I'm-no-longer-interested' act had surprisingly worked. Although there were many deep psychological issues as to why L had responded and spilled everything without a blink; they were all moot. He'd gotten L to swear and flail his arms, both of which he had never accomplished until today.
"One more thing,"
L wanted to roll around on the floor like a two year old and have a tantrum. Things were so much easier when you weren't even 4 feet tall and nothing but a mass of fuzzy, tangled black hair. But he was an adult, an adult that had just flailed around like a chicken with its head cut off. Quite a feet without having moved from his chair.
"Why did you decide to use flirting tactics to get me to write?" Light was not going to use the word 'riled'. No one 'riled' Yagami Light. Right.
Now it was L's turn to smirk. "Well, that was simple. You, Light," L pointed at said boy, "Are a sexually repressed deviant—"
"A WHAT!?" Now it was Lights turn to do the flailing.
L ignored the interruption, "I used that to my advantage. For the record while you are attractive, your arrogance cancels out your sexiness every once and awhile. At least that is my opinion."
A smirk, "So you really do think I'm sexy?"
"It depends on what you define as 'sexy'." L said blankly as Light frowned, not liking the territory this conversation was going at all.
"Then enlighten me, Ryuuzaki, just what do you define as 'sexy'?" Light knew he was going to regret those words the second they came out of his mouth.
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Que the long Author Note
And that's chapter four folks! (shot again)
I really, really tried. I re-wrote this chapter about two or three times, and I'm still not happy with how this chapter went. It's even worse than the last chapter -3-
The ending isn't too much of a cliffy, is it? I tried not leave you guys haning. I don't want Rose-Dragonfire's mob to come back and kill me. (hides)
Also, I was thinking of getting a beta. I'm not sure how the whole thing works out since I've never had anyone look my stuff except for me. If anyone is willing to put up with my stupidity and help bounce ideas around for other fics, drop me an e-mail or something. :)
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