When the officer had dropped the two off back at the office and said his good-byes to what he thought was the young lady he had been so charmed by they entered their building. No one was inside, the lights were shut down and Raito had a feeling the group of investigators left, fearing they'd be stuck in a power-outage with traffic to deal with on their ways home.
Raito was finally going to ask L why he chose such a disguise but he turned to see him on his cell phone.
"Watari, it is me, L."
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"Yes."
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"Never."
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"The second."
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"I want you to inform the group that we will not be returning to the regular office for some time."
"What? Why?" Raito interrupted
L, though, did not look to Raito.
"Can you arrange something like that?" Asked L
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"Wonderful, then we will see you soon."
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"Good-bye."
"What's going on?" Raito finally begged
L turned to Raito, his expression as unreadable as ever, replying simply, "We cannot stay in this area. We will be spotted and recognized far too easily and the news is spreading fast. We must stay under the radar until the incident is forgotten. I think it best that you accompany me to my nomadic pattern of hotels. It is in your best interest to stay with me; if you are seen and accused of having relations with me I am sure you will be arrested and questioned until you break."
Raito felt defensive suddenly and taking a step forward, clenching his fists he snapped, "I would never break if it's to protect you, Ryuuzaki."
L blushed again; he was sure that his blood was sick of rushing to his face. This day was so strange, he was simply trying to observe if Raito would try to grow closer to him and now he was in lady panties out-running pervert policemen.
L let his hair out of the little skulls that held them in their pigtails, and shook his hair hoping it would return to the messy style he was much more accustomed to. It did not; he had brushed it so well that it was straight and silky, much like Mikami's. L gazed to Raito, highly interested in what he was thinking at the moment.
He's frustrated.
L could see it in the angry fluster under Raito's eyes, how his eyebrows were painted so inwardly and in the smoky emotion that rose over his maroon eyes. L took a few steps forward, away from Raito.
My presence bothers him. That is because he is Kira.
As L looked out to the rain pouring, now, from outside the window he thought now would be a good time to be making important decisions. Light Yagami…Kira-sama. A serial killer with a god complex. A killer. Vicious, angry, vengeful, ignorant, controlling, immature and genius.
There is nothing you can do to help him.
L could not let this thought be forgotten. He had to remember, he had to know deep within him that there was absolutely nothing that he could do to fix this man. Not even a man, he's a boy. A young boy, losing everything like sand through his fingers.
There…is nothing…I can do…
Nothing. A child prodigy, with the support of the majority of the world, hero to millions, money overflowing from him and he can't do anything?
No, don't go trying to convince yourself you can change this. He has chosen his path and…you've had yours planned out since the beginning. Kira, no one else may have been able to figure you out, but I've known from day one. I knew to suspect you, Light, and it makes no difference to me if the other investigators believe me or not. You play a perfect role of a kind, interesting, social young boy-genius, but I will find evidence. And I will get you.
L moved his dark eyes across the fogged edge of the window and turned to Raito again. He felt like complaining about the pain he was in, so he spoke out,
"My back hurts."
"Why do you keep saying that?" Raito asked curiously
"I'm wearing a corset… something to make me have a more feminine structure, but it straightens my back too much."
Raito laughed and told L, "It's not straightened too much, it's straightened regularly, you're just slumping all the time."
L wanted to laugh along with Raito, but he did not want Raito to be comfortable with him. There was a dark evil in Raito. It was radiating, pulsating and alive, running on the spilled blood of criminals. If he smiled, that darkness, glowing crimson red within his silent heart would be satisfied in extracting loving attention from his enemy.
L looked back towards the window; the rain falling always relaxed him. It made him remember that eventually, everything comes to an end. The rain swirls in clouds of grey, safe and sound until it begins to fall. Falling, leaving everything you've ever known to release out into the unknown. Everything crashing, dropping all around you, no one to appreciate only you; never anything special among all of the other, slowly dying drops of grey.
They make everyone sad. No one enjoys the rain; it stops them from being healthy, from playing, from being warm and cozy, from going to work and making money. It interrupts life, and it has to carry the guilt and worry and sadness around on its light H20 coding. L can rest at night, though, because he knows that after the pain, the drawn out torture, the little strips of liquid glass reach the ground and splatter into nothingness.
They group into all of the life among the ground, and the torture is over. They don't have to worry anymore, they don't have to be sad anymore, and they don't have to be bothersome anymore. They are guilty of nothing. They're just raindrops joining the Earth, and their short turn at life is over. It let L rest when he knew, that all of this torture would end. It would take time, and he would lose a lot along the way, and he would leave behind everything he's ever loved or known to splatter across whatever is ahead of him, but he has this short life now.
He has a short life that no one can destroy; no one can touch but him. He can lock himself away in the strings, letters and numbers that create him and ignore the sadness and annoyance he brings to others and march through until the bittersweet end that he was sure to meet. That let him rest. The promise of someday, not having a tomorrow.
He turned to Raito again, taking his index finger into his lips before stating, "I wouldn't break for you either, Light-kun."
Raito flustered at the sudden delayed reaction. He smiled, though, he felt his glassy eyes softening and his lips curling. He wanted to show L in any way that he could that what he felt right then, and what he said when he spoke now was as real as he could ever be with L. It wasn't his fault, really. It was L's.
It was all L's fault that life had to progress like this. If L wasn't so awful stubborn and blind, he would be able to see that Kira could save this world. If he wasn't so stupid, and ignorant, Raito was sure L would view his decisions in a new light and help him in any way he could.
"Thank you, Ryuuzaki."
L nodded to him, but as L was about to turn back to the window Raito's voice stopped him again;
"Hey, Ryuuzaki…"
L turned back towards Raito, emotionless as always, "Yes?"
"Why don't you let anyone call you L?"
"Isn't that clear, Light-kun."
"I understand in public, but you don't even let the investigators call you by your professional name."
L searched Raito's face for some dark separate reason for wanting this information, but he could nothing besides curiosity. L simply looked away, without saying a word in response to his question. He looked through sad, annoying, blessed grey fog of rain to see the black car of Watari pull up.
"He's here."
Raito sighed
He's hiding something.
L turned around to Raito again, "Let's go."
Raito felt an ache in his chest, but pushed it aside.
"Yes, Ryuuzaki."
