Both shuddered in return as they heard their names being pushed from the others throat. Light violently gnashed his hand into L's. Shocked, they both firmly grasped the other's appendage. They walked out of the bedroom, then kitchen, and finally out into the hallway. As they got into the elevator, L gave a sudden cough, releasing his hand from Light's. The teenaged boy gave a startled grunt of disapproval, and started to sulk like a child, arms folded, making an unpleasant face, while trying to burn holes into the ground with angered eyes.
With every passing floor, a different barrier L had made arose once again, the ones Light broke the night previous. As they approached the ground floor, Light thought what was about the second floor, all emotion drained from the thin, pale figure, no more warmth, or tenderness, just cold, like stone. It pained Light so much to see the expression so vacant, and uncaring.
Though L's expression seemed clear, his head was entirely splotchy, riddled with possible explanations as to why he reacted this way to the younger Kira pursuer. The gong-like beep of the elevator alerted Light, and he straightened out, loosing his child like demeanor.
"Here we go, Yagami-kun."
"What happened to Light….." the chestnut haired boy muttered under his breath.
They both walked out of the elevator into a flurry of lights, electronic beeping, news reports and smiling faces, eager to see the pair of young men.
Matsuda took it upon himself to thrust a large packet of papers at L, stating loudly, "I got the information you asked for, Ryuzaki!" bending his head down, being as submissive as one could possibly be.
"Thank you, Matsuda-san." L flatly stated, deflating Matsuda's sense of accomplishment.
"Ryuzaki!" Light let out a loud scoff, "It must have taken hours for you to do this, thank you Matsuda." Light said sweetly, with a smile to layer the top of the sickness L felt in his stomach at Light's sudden attitude change.
Matsuda, being the clumsy dim-wit he was, stumbled happily, falling onto the unforgiving tiles in one swift motion. Aizawa walked solemnly over to the black haired idiot, staring pitifully at the lump on the floor, while titling his head to the side. Within twenty seconds, Mogi was at Aizawa's side, both in awe of the bleeding lip that quivered as they helped Matsuda up.
As the two members of the force helped up the disabled idiot on the floor Light's father, Soichiro, walked over, shaking his head the entire way. The man's stature seemed vast, so prideful and righteous. He emanated everything that a cop could possibly stand for. Soichiro smiled upon seeing his son saunter from the elevator. Light smiled back and waved to his father like they hadn't met in years.
L knew instantly what Light was doing, putting up barriers, just as he had done himself in the elevator. It was starting to irritate L by the time the investigation had barely gotten rolling. He knew just how to stroke the one thing Light couldn't stand, accusation.
"So…." L dragged out the 'O' in the so to make his statement try to seem casual, "Yagami-kun…please do tell me how you have managed to kill criminals while chained to me..?"
The look on Light's face was enough to deter the detective from wanting anymore of the enraged teen's temperamental attention. But, L noticed that it wasn't just anger in Light's blazing eyes, but, passion, fear, lust, agony and any other contradicting emotional pairs there possibly were. For one of the first times in L's life, other than when he upset Watari when he was young, he felt remorse, remorse for being a complete child. L wanted to cry, to cry on Light's strong shoulders.
The thought of tearing up fled his mind when a hard fist connected directly with his, now, certainly bruised cheek.
"Sh-shut up!!" stammered the irate Light. "You know I am NOT kir-"
Light couldn't finish his sentence before a foot slammed into the bottom of his jaw. Flying backwards, he landed with a yelp on the coffee table, the task force members casually moving aside as if they were used to this rough-housing, Matsuda scrambling to stop the two from strangling one another with the chains connected to their wrists.
The rest of the day was truly uneventful and the endless windows on the computer kept moving even when Light closed his dark lidded eyes. Unwillingly, the pair of young men let it continue on this way for sometime, at least three weeks, they had lost count. But finally after a particularly ordinary and disdainful day of work, thoughts rapidly crossed vapid minds, livening them up.
All the other task force members had gone home for the night, leaving L and Light to sit for about two and a half hours of silence. Light all the while relaying the events of the previous night, and how amazing it felt to touch the spindly man's lips hotly to his own. Light placed a longing look upon L's shoulders, seeming to understand, without even needed to see the teenagers pained expression, L summoned Watari, alerting him of the two's departure to bed.
The same as when L had come down in the elevator, his barriers now torn down with each passing floor, until standing at their door, L began to softly pant, turning a slight pink, now so human and flush with emotion.
