AN: Hello hello,
It's been a while since I've updated so hopefully this chapter keeps up to your expectations :)
I'm catching a lovely flu- The strepsils feel like they're burning my tongue... not sure if I should be worried or not haha.
Last week I went to go and see a play for my drama class. It was called 'Shakespeare's R & J'. If you ever get a chance I suggest you go see it. I still can't talk about it without my voice cracking *so f'n sad*, plus the basis of it is homosexuality so there is some boy x boy.
I promise to never EVER take this long to update this fic.
Also I've decided that there won't be any major plot, it doesn't seem to fit. So far this fic has been running off teenage angst, awkwardness, random goings on and fluff. I'm fairly certain I have enough of those qualities to see this through (:
If you do badly want plot please tell me in a review or PM me.
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The world, for some strange reason known only to Light, was moving in slow motion. L's mouth was open, forming words, but Light was staring at his lips. They had a delicate sheen to them and they looked so soft. Actually L's skin was soft and smooth in general. But at this moment why did it have to seem so touchable, kissable? Pull yourself together Light. He's just talking. People generally do that. Problem was that L isn't the general type of person.
"Yes, Saturday would be fine."
What? I thought we were playing tennis on Saturday? Doesn't he want to spend time with me... alone?
"Yay! I'll come by between now and then to give you the details. You guys have just made my, and Mikami's, day."
"The pleasure is all ours," L replied nonchalantly.
This isn't fair. He can pretend to be my boyfriend, cancel our tennis match and chose when we go out. And what do I get? Nothing. Well we'll fucking see about that. You're not the only one who can act L!
"Mmm it's going to be such a great day. I love it when we make new friends don't you babe?" Light enthused. Before L could answer the teenager took full advantage of the current 'acting boyfriends' situation and swooped in to kiss the raven haired man on his cheek. Realising what he had done Light pulled away blushing lightly, or cutely from L's opinion.
"Uhh-huh."
The best thing, well the best thing aside from relieving some of his feelings in this warped game of pretend, was that Mikami and Matsuda looked on as if it was a perfectly normal display of public affection.
"Naww I love you guys, non-sexually. We'll see you around soon. Bye," Matsuda said in that energetic way of his.
As he walked back into his apartment with Mikami, Light and L overheard their newest 'friend' whine, "Mikami why do you never kiss me on the cheek?"
So now L and Light were totally alone. The teenager was actually starting to fret because- He. Kissed. L. Sort. Of. The object of his affections was staring at him in that odd way he was becoming accustomed to.
"You kissed my cheek," L said flatly. No beating around the bush here.
"You touched my hip and decided you'd be my fake boyfriend," replied Light defensively.
"Touché."
"Where were we going before we were interrupted anyway?"
"Tennis court."
The pair was slowly sauntering towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, scuffing their shoes along the carpet. Light's cheeks were still a notable shade of pink. I don't want to play tennis now. I'm too friggan embarrassed. Does he even have tennis rackets? No, no he doesn't. Well isn't this whole trip pointless, among other things? The elevator cut off Light's rambling thought process with a little 'ding'.
L stepped in first, hands in pockets, and waited for his friend to be by his side before mentioning a fact that had been niggling at his mind for a while. "Light you realise that your stunt back there places you in the position of uke in this relationship."
Relationship? It's a relationship...
"And?"
L grinned mischievously, "Interesting..."
It's always 'interesting' to him. Light never knew that he could be set off by one insignificant word. But obviously he could, depending on who said that word. "For God's sakes L do you have to analyse me all the time! I'm not a damned science project. I don't have ulterior motives for anything I do around you! Do you derive pleasure from constantly picking me apart?"
The raven haired man looked on, watching Light have a minor emotional breakdown before his very eyes. He was a little sadistically happy with himself because he'd managed to get under Light's skin and crack his infuriatingly calm mask. So yes, Light was partially correct.
"You, you have nothing to say to that?" Light fumed.
"Nothing at all Light-Kun," L voiced under his breath. He noted Light's hands fisting at the mention of his name. It seemed L wasn't going to get away with this so easily.
The elevator stopped at the bottom floor, the doors opening smoothly and silently. The auburn haired teenager stormed towards and through the front doors, waiting impatiently for L to catch up. For entertainments sake L kept going at his usual shuffling pace so he could watch Light get more and more irritated by the moment.
When L reached the pathway outside of their apartment Light huffed and asked which way to the tennis court. The older of the two pointed left with his dexterous fingers. Light set off at top speed yet again leaving L to walk behind, more quickly this time, pondering in the stifling silence.
Every so often L would call out instructions pertaining to the location of the tennis court, sometimes receiving a grunt in response. Aside from the pondering L stared at Light's frame- he was defensive, shown by how he crossed his arms, which was the most intriguing thing he deciphered. It was fairly obviously Light was angry, L didn't need to analyse anything to figure that out.
At dusk they arrived at said tennis court. There was a quaint little shop off to the left that, according to the sign, 'catered to all your sporting needs.' Light was a little surprised, he'd thought he knew where everything was in this city. L headed straight past Light, much to his disappointment, and entered the sporting goods shop, exiting a minute later with brand new tennis balls and rackets.
"Light-Kun, I apologise for upsetting you," L said while staring at his off-white tennis shoes.
"S'alright." I'm back to being inarticulate around him again, I see how it is. Light suddenly had an equal interest in what shoes he was wearing. He heard L move forward but didn't take any notice until a hand lifted his chin, putting the pair in direct eye contact.
Light could smell L's breath, feel it fanning his face. He was scared, this wasn't something he knew, something he could be perfect at.
"There's something else wrong," L said while searching Light's eyes for a sign, an answer.
Light could feel his eyes beginning to water so he closed them, trying to shut himself off from reality. He moved away from the inviting warmth of L's hand, shaking his head slowly because what if he wasn't enough for L. "There's nothing wrong, nothing you need to know."
Light turned and walked inside the tennis court, leaving L to drop and stare at his empty palm. Once he collected himself L made his way over so they could begin their match.
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