Finally found time to write. Enna-Chan, do I get my strawberry now? XD
And they did. Spend more time together that is. L and Light were gradually becoming more and more closer to each other.
L was slowly opening up to the younger boy. He was like a flower too hesitant to unveil the beauty within its closed buds, and Light was the gardener who never gave up on it and continued nurturing it in hopes that it would slowly but surely bloom.
The servants at the house noticed their young master's change as well, but kept quiet about it. It was obvious to them that L had becomeā¦more human.
He smiled more, talked more and ate more. He found out that he had a liking for confectionaries, and would sneak a sweet in between meals without Takada's knowledge.
Takada herself noticed the slight changes. The two boys had distanced themselves from her, keeping secrets from her. She could hear them, whispering behind her back.
The hushed whispers were as soft as new, torn rose petals. You can only just hear them flutter boy, and in a split second, it's gone. This greatly aroused her suspicions, and Takada kept note of the boys' whereabouts.
She had heard of many unsettling stories from her equally rich friends concerning the forbidden love between two of the same gender. It unsettled her that L and Light seemed to be showing the 'symptoms'.
It was during one of the many tranquil evenings L and Light shared together, that it happened.
L couldn't help the feelings that Light evoked within him. The brunet seemed to bring out his true inner self whenever the two were quietly conversing with each other. He would blurt out things that he had always kept deep in the crevasses of his heart.
In some way or another, Light had managed to worm his way into L's heart. He was annoying, noisy, curious, but without him, L would feelā¦incomplete.
It was nearing seven in the evening, and they were in the library reading their respective novels that Gevanni had handed over to them as schoolwork.
As usual, L was blankly staring out of the window. The indigo of the darkness was gradually swallowing up the evening's brilliant auburn. Soon, it would be twilight, and activities of the outside world would sequentially cease as people returned home for dinner.
Through the window's reflection, L could see a near transparent Light from behind him. Light was frowning with his tongue sticking out comically as he attempted to underline a phrase with a straight line without crumpling the page. After doing it successfully, he joined his pen with its cover. Flipping through a few pages, his p[en was once again picked up. This time though, the cover refused to budge.
L watched bemusedly as the near-13-year-old brunet wrestled with the stubborn pen.
All of a sudden, the pen popped out from its cover, and flew across the room onto L's lap. The cover went the opposite way and landed onto the velvet-carpeted floor.
"Sorry!" Light called out to L as he hunted on all fours for the runaway cover. L picked up the pen while looking around the floor near his area for the cover.
Light had nearly gone around the whole area of the room crouched like a monkey when he spotted it. Immediately the excitable brunet stood up and ran towards it. His right foot connected with the cover before his hands, and the cover was kicked all the way under L's wheelchair.
L chuckled, seeing his friend's exasperated expression. A warm, engulfing feeling was blooming in his chest. He didn't know what it meant. He always felt like that when Light was near him.
Light had reached L, and was on his knees, hands stretched out under the wheelchair searching for the cover.
"Wouldn't it be easier if I moved away first?" L enquired.
Light looked up from his position in surprise. His mouth opened as if to say something and L stared at his lips, entranced. Then the brunet whooped softly. He had found the cover.
Still on his knees, Light glared at the troublesome cover, which was now lying comfortably on his palm. Looking back up at L, the brunet began to speak.
"Pass me the pen-" He paused abruptly upon meeting L's bewitching gaze.
L couldn't help it. The feelings were so strong now, it felt overwhelming. What did it mean? His heart thudded loudly each time Light's hair shone a golden-brown when it caught the light. Every gaze that Light gave him was always a straight eye-to-eye. Whenever he whispered, his soft voice tingled L's skin and sent warm shivers down his spine.
The two boys stared at the other's magnetic gaze. Light was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. This 'staring competition' was different from what he usually had with L. He tried to change the flow by speaking up. "Hey, my-"
L abruptly shut him up with a kiss. On the lips. Both the boys' eyes were wide open in shock.
L didn't know what propelled him to do it. All he could think of now was how warm Light was. His eyes drifted close, and he applied more pressure on Light's lips.
Light had absolutely no idea what was happening. His mind was scrambled up, his thoughts jumbled up. His current position was derailing his train of thought. He was in a state of inertia.
Even more so when L unanticipatedly applied more pressure on the kiss.
Takada was pacing inside her room impatiently. Her thoughts were already busy with work; now she had the boys to take care of.
This was giving her a headache.
Still, a nagging feeling tugged at her chest. She couldn't convince herself that everything was going along fine.
With an air of finality, Takada opened the door of her room and briskly walked towards the library.
She placed her ear on the door and listened for any voices. There was a scuffling noise, and then she heard a faint voice. "Pass me the pen."
There was a long silence after that line. She began to feel disturbed and was about to fling open the door, when once again, Light's voice flitted out. "Hey-"
When an abrupt silence took place once more, Takada was on the verge of hyperventilating. If it was true, and news gets passed around, her reputation would be ruined! Praying fervently, she flung open the door.
The two boys didn't notice the slight creak of the swinging door until it was too late.
Takada roughly jerked Light's head away from L and raised her hand to slap the brunet. Light looked away, expecting a strong blow at his cheeks. Instead, he heard L's hiss of pain.
L had pushed himself of his wheelchair to defend Light and got slapped instead.
Huffing annoyedly, Takada grabbed one of Light's ears and dragged him out of the library. A maid was called to bring a sobbing Light back to his room.
"Mother!" L's voice was slightly hoarse. "What are you doing? It's not Light's fault!"
His stepmother ignored him pointedly and stormed out of the room, leaving behind a speechless 15-year-old.
It was nearly 7.30 p.m. Light was sent to bed without dinner that night, but he didn't mind.
He needed the time to sort out his thoughts and think about what had just happened in the library.
Unfortunately, his room was near the servants' quarters, and people kept on walking past his room. The footsteps were interrupting his train of thought, and he couldn't concentrate. There was only one thing he could do.
Although Mikami had told him not to go out after 7, it's not as if he's having dinner, right?
Wearing his shoes and shoving a few wads of dollar bills into his pocket, Light peeked out of his door. When the coast was clear, he tiptoed his way into the bustling kitchen, where everyone was too busy cooking and cleaning to notice a small boy sneaking out of the back door.
The cool night air blew against his being as Light walked along the pavement. There were a few homeless beggars littered along the streets, huddled together for warmth. Light stared at them curiously, not looking in front of himself.
He accidentally collided with someone.
"Hey!" A childish voice cried out indignantly, as the owner landed on the floor at about the same time as Light.
Dun, dun, dun, dun!
Sorry for slow updates! Exams coming up, and I'm staying back at school nearly everyday for extra lessons. Busy, busy, busy...
