Sunday mornings were like all other mornings, in Light's opinion. He still awoke early to see L typing on the laptop. The only difference was that he had no classes to attend. Really, it was just as well. He had so few these days anyway, to him it was merely a waste of time.
Although, in a month that would also change. Exams were approaching- and so was the end of the school year. Light held onto his childhood dreams of joining the police force with his father, and every year brought him closer to finally succeeding.
Light held a hand to his mouth to hide his yawn. L looked over from his laptop to smile at the slightly groggy boy.
"Morning, Light." L looked to his laptop, fingers rapidly hitting the keys a moment more.
L set his laptop casually on the bedside table before moving closer to Light. L noted that Light did not move away as he had been the past few days.
Since Friday. Has it only been two days?
L thought for a split second. On Friday Light met Misa for dinner, and then on Saturday he had gone to the park and Misa had visited the headquarters.
I had asked Watari to follow Light... I am glad I did. Meeting Misa Amane again? I would think Light would have chosen a farther place for his secret meeting... Did he think I would let him out of my sight so easily?
Light released a contented noise as L wrapped his arms around him. Light lay with his face buried in L's white shirt, arms wrapped around the famous detective. L tightened his grip around Light.
I won't let you go again Light. L frowned to himself. I can't let you know I'm suspicious. But how can I possibly let you walk free... Unsupervised...
L figured he had about three hours to come up with a plan. Misa would undoubtedly contact Light sometime after breakfast to steal him from the headquarters again. I will be ready, Amane.
Light smiled against L's shirt. So caught up in his new duties as Kira, he had almost forgotten how very nice it was to simply be held, to ignore everything else around him.
He decided he rather liked Sunday mornings, where detectives and suspects and victims were all the same.
L let go of Light reluctantly as Light's stomach released a small growl. "You should eat, Light." L smiled.
Light slowly sat up, back against the headboard. L maneuvered so that he sat in his trademark pose beside him, arms wrapped around his knees. Light made no move to stand, or any move to leave L at all.
"I'm not all that hungry." Light said with a small smile. Light nestled closer to L, leaning his head against the detective's shoulder. He held his arm against L, wanting-needing- the innocent contact.
L nodded. "I expected you to make such a claim. However, your stomach claims otherwise." L eyed Light's stomach as it growled again, proving his point.
"Alright then." Light shrugged off-handedly. "If you want to move."
L gave him a stern stare. "I said nothing about moving, Light."
L looked to the door expectantly. Light curiously changed his gaze from L to the door and back again. He barely had chance to go throught he cycle twice before the door was pushed open and required his full attention.
Watari carefully held a tray in his right hand as he pushed open the door with his left. He had been unsurprised with L's email request for him to bring in breakfast.
"Good morning." Watari smiled.
Light tried hard not to look at Watari suspiciously. The elderly gentleman didn't make a move to speak, so Light wasn't sure whether the old man saw Light's obvious frown. He handed L the requested breakfast, smiling gently at the two.
I never thought pancakes could be that sugar-coated. Light looked with some alarm upon the syrup and whipped cream covered pancakes.
Light sat up when Watari looked at him patiently, second plate in hand. The alarm dissipated as Watari handed him his own plate. Light looked appreciatively at the careful arrangement of strawberries.
"Thank you." Light said politely.
Watari smiled. "Anything else you two need..." He left off.
L was carefully observing his own stack from every angle. "Thank you, Watari."
Watari backed out of the room, politely closing the door behind him. Light watched him leave, but L dove right into the mess he called breakfast. Light chuckled to himself as he carefully began to eat.
L froze, fork nearly in his mouth, as Light's phone vibrated. He set it back on his plate, staring intently at Light. He watched the teen's hands as he leaned over, one hand holding onto his plate, stretching to reach his phone from the bedside table. He sat up straight again and opened his phone.
A small look of contentment crossed his face. Light looked at the few words, glad that Misa could occasionally do as he asked without messing up.
L frowned as he saw the small smile flit across Light's face. He moved as if to slide and lean against the headboard, eyes narrowing as he tried to read the words on Light's phone. He made out few words.
Notebook? L thought curiously. What notebook would Misa have of Light's?
I should wait to say that she didn't mess up until I meet this Mikami Teru. Light frowned.
He typed a quick 'good job' before dropping his phone onto the bed beside him. He glanced up to see L staring at him still.
Good job? Why would Light be so happy Misa had his notebook? L frowned at Light, waiting for an explanation.
"Misa." Light explained.
"Do you have plans for today?" L had an unfamiliar nasty taste in his mouth as he asked the question. He quickly lifted his fork to his lips, trying to leave behind the taste he knew had nothing to do with the food.
Light watched as L shoveled the sweetness into his mouth. "None."
L nodded, sated. "I must wait to continue working on my case." He announced. "Would you like to play tennis this morning?"
Judging by the small smile on Light's face, that was a positive. L stared across the room as he ate, mind far away from the oncoming game.
Light smiled into his pancakes. He knew Misa would eventually want more instruction, but for the moment she could wait. After all, if they moved too quickly, L would definitely know.
Figures the one person I spend any time with is the only one who could ruin me.
I won't let him do that. I've done well so far.
Light stood glancing from his empty plate to L's. The wide-eyed detective looked over, seemingly almost surprised by Light's movement.
"I can take your plate to the kitchen." Light offered.
L handed it over. "I will meet you at the court, Light."
Light had to think a moment. It was rare L requested a tennis match, despite both of their passions for the game. It had surprised him when he initially learned L had a court built into the building, but it had quickly dawned upon him that L could hardly go out doors for simple pleasures.
"Alright." Light nodded.
L was waiting patiently when Light arrived. He sat uncomfortably on the side bench, leaning against the wall. He eagerly stood as Light approached. In his hand were two rackets, a ball clenched in the other. He held the rackets out as Light approached.
"Thanks." Light took his racket from the detective's hand.
L began to walk around the net. He stood on the court and waited for Light to position himself.
"I would like to make a bet with you." L announced.
"And what does the winner receive?" Light smirked.
L cocked his head for a moment, mouth slightly open. He closed it as he looked at Light, slight smile curving his lips.
"That's up to the winner." L said casually.
Light gripped his racket. "Alright then."
L threw the ball in the air.
"I can't believe I lost." Light frowned.
L sat on the bench. His breath was barely heavy. He set his racket to the side and looked up at the standing Light. Light dropped his racket on top of L's. Light distastefully pulled at his shirt, trying to keep the sweaty material from pressing against his skin.
L stood before Light, thoughtful. Light waited for L to announce what he wanted for a prize.
What could he want I don't give him anyway? Light thought to himself.
"A kiss, Light." L said almost mindlessly, face completely blank.
But when L's gaze landed on Light's, Light knew it was not mindless at all. Light hesitated, but L stood still, waiting. Light took a step closer to L, only a few inches from the detective. He rested his hands on L's hips, leaned forward the few inches and pressed his lips to L's.
The detective rested his hands on Light's back. The teen tensed, pulling away from L. L lowered his arms, frowning as Light took a step back. The only emotion L could faintly read on Light's purposefully blank face was guilt.
"You've been acting strangely." L accused.
Light shot back. "I'm not allowed to be nervous? I'm a person, L."
Where is he coming from? Light wondered. Although, I must admit, I'm usually the much better actor... I've let myself slip.
He must be worried. Light does not snap. Not at me.
"Nervous, Light?" L asked innocently. "I have my theories as to why that could be, but I'd prefer it if you told me yourself."
Odds are he has no idea what's going on... Oh. Light lit up. Does he think it's because of Misa? He... L must think that I'm...
"L, that's not it at all!" Light burst out.
L looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Not what, Light?"
"I'm not cheating on you with Misa." Light looked into dark eyes.
He thinks that I think that he is cheating on... I'll go with that for now... it would be the perfect reason to insist he stay by my side.
L looked over Light's face. "Mmn."
Light gently kissed L's cheek, "Trust me." He whispered.
Light turned his face away. L gingerly gripped the teen's chin between forefinger and thumb, gently turning Light's face back towards him. His thumb ran over Light's lower lip, almost sadly. His hand slid down Light's face, his neck, to rest solidly on his shoulder.
Light just gave me the perfect excuse...
L said quietly. "I should return to my work."
The investigation room was cold when they walked in. L frowned at the temperature, demanding that Light sit near him as he worked.
"One moment, okay?" Light said gently. "I'm going to get a blanket and change out of this shirt."
"I'll ask Watari why the temperature is not why it should be." L muttered.
Light quickly made his way down the hallway. He walked into the bedroom, heading directly for the bed and the blankets it held. Eyebrows rose as he saw his phone sitting on the sheets.
Strange that I would forget it in here.
Light lifted it, noticing he had a single message. He did not recognize the number, but quickly scanned the message. A twisted smile crossed his face at the signature.
Mikami Teru
Kira-sama, I was told this was your number by a Misa Amane. She gave me the notebook this morning. She told me that you have not been working because you are under suspicion. Is that true, Kira-sama? I hoped to meet you. I want to help you, Kira-sama. Mikami Teru.
A little...eager, isn't he, to help someone who he hasn't even met? Whose name he doesn't know? Light read it over once more. At least he wants to help, right?
Light stared at the lengthy message. So this Mikami was on stand-by. He would have to wait. Light slid his phone into his pocket before turning away from the bed altogether. He swiftly pulled open a dresser drawer, lifting out a carefully folded polo shirt. He turned to lay it out on the bed before peeling the sweaty one off of his back. He tossed it back onto the empty expanse that was the top of the dresser, eager to slip into the clean shirt. He smoothed it down with one hand. Swiftly, he tore a blanket from the bed and rushed back to L.
"We can thank Watari for the cold." L said rather sourly as Light walked into the room. "He believed we, being hot from our games below, would appreciate the cooler temperature."
L was on the couch, laptop in front of him. Light smiled gently as he sat next to the detective. He wrapped the blankets around their shoulders and settled in.
-T.B.C.-
First things first! So many thanks and apologies to my wonderful beta, Deathnotebliss! You can all thank her for being kind enough to help bring this all along!
And the dreadful news that always comes around this time of year. Now that school has started, updates are going to be slower. I'm going to try to have a chapter up once a week. More, if I possibly can. :( I'm sorry, everyone! I will not, absolutely will not, put it on hold, though.
Thanks for reading!
