Disclaimer: I still don't own death note, but I'll let you know if anything changes!
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L's plan of not telling Soichiro Yagami about their little trip did not go down well.
Apparently, L had forgot to tell Watari to keep his lips sealed.
…some detective he was.
"How can you expect me to agree to letting my son, my son, to leave with you on his first time abroad?" The policeman was pointing an accusing finger at L, looking ready to tear him to pieces.
"I am afraid Yagami-san has no say in the matter. Watari has already booked the tickets."
"But we need you here! Why would we ask the legandery L to help us if he was going to up and leave not soon after arriving?!"
"I am needed more over there and I am sure you may benefit from this visit in the long run."
Soichiro fumed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Classified information I'm afraid."
"But... what about his innocence? You know what those britts are like, they'll be all over him!"
"Excuse me?" Light raged from the other side of the chain, his cheeks coloured scarlet.
"Though I must say that Yagami-san doesn't need to worry about any girls, I am surprised to hear that Light-kun is a virgin." L asked, clearly amused.
Soichiro gaped at L, but the brunet glared.
"I'm not in the mood to discuss my sexual relations in front of the hole task force, but I'd like to point out that I'm not the one who is in my mid-twenties and never slept with anyone."
"Light-kun should know that I have indeed have had sexual intercourse with someone," L retorted smugly, taking note of the fact that Light hadn't said anything about his obvious hint.
"Don't put it like that!" Light scowled. "And what did you do to make someone sleep with you? Did you blind her or something?"
"Light-kun is assuming it was a girl."
"Shouldn't I be?" he questioned.
"Actually not."
Light fell silent, but the rest of the task force continued on as normal, used to the pairs constant bickers by now. Even Soichiro Yagami gave up, knowing that the upcoming fight would be to bothersome to get involved in.
"You're.. you're gay? And you've been handcuffed to me?" Light exclaimed, outraged.
"I believe what I am is called bisexual, Light-kun."
"But the cameras in my house! This... Oh my god, I bet I supplied you with enough to jerk-off to for the rest of eternity!"
"Although I must say Light-kun has a very attractive body, I have not used his images to–"
"Don't say it!" Light hissed, lifting his cuffed arm. "You know what? I'm going to pretend this conversation never happened, walk off into our room and pack. Actually, you have to help me, I won't be able to fold my stuff. Come along." Light was very, very tempted to ad 'Fido' to the end of his rant, but refrained.
With a surprisingly cool composure, Light strutted out of the room, L following silently.
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"I want that one as well," the brunet said, gesturing towards a red shirt in their closet. L sighed.
"Light-kun has already packed a shirt which is identical to this one."
"No I haven't," the teen scoffed. "The one you just packed was crimson. That one's scarlet."
"There is no difference. It is just another way for the fashion industry to lure in simple-minded customers," the dark eyed detective stated, causing Light to send him an icy glare.
"I am not simple minded. Besides, the style is different. If you hold both of them up, you'll see that the details on the crimson ones buttons have small carvings. It's also a little closer cut to the body, better for late nights and clubbing. The scarlet one is slightly more casual," Light stated smugly.
L blinked. "That was pure and utter nonsense, Light-kun."
"Was not!"
"Was to."
"You're just jealous that I have an amazing ability to chose out the right clothes for the right occasion. Unlike some," he huffed.
L glanced down at his outfit. "My clothes are more practical then Light-kun's."
"Practical for what exactly? Crawling around on the floor?"
"Precisely."
The teen exhaled slowly. "Can't you just pack the shirt, please?"
L wordlessly stuffed it into Lights (enormous) suitcase.
"Not like that!" Light exclaimed in horror once he realized what L was doing. "You have to fold it! Otherwise it will get all creased."
L glanced up from his packing. "Light-kun is vain. If he wishes for first-class packing, he should do it himself."
Light glared. L repacked the shirt neatly.
"What else does Light-kun wish for me to pack for him?"
"Hmm..." the teen thought for a moment, before pointing at a cream sweater. "That one."
It could have been a trick of the light, but the brunet was sure he saw the corner of L's eye jerk slightly.
"Light-kun has already packed four sweaters."
"They're all different! Besides, you weren't sure how long we would be gone! I don't want to be stuck in the cold if we happen to be away for long!"
"But I can get Watari to clean Light-kun's clothing! He does not need to pack so much!"
"Watari is not your slave!" Light hissed. "Do you have to treat him that way?"
L scowled. "Light-kun's obsessiveness with clothing is raising his Kira percentages."
"Don't start!" the brunet muttered. "Every person on earth, except for you, care for their appearances to some degree. I'm not starting a fight over nothing."
L looked just about ready to pout and Light suppressed a victory grin. Getting all smug wouldn't help him that much.
The two remained silent for a while, Light pointing out what clothes he wanted and L stuffing them in the suitcase.
"Light-kun?" The insomniac broke the silence.
Light looked up. "Hmm?"
"Could you go and stand in there please?" asked L, gesturing towards the closet. The Kira suspect furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Why would I do that?"
"Light-kun should not question my orders."
The teen sighed in annoyance, but complied, cramming himself into the small space, taking extra care to knock L's clothes to the ground, making them even more wrinkled than they were before.
"Now what do you want me to do?"
L nestled a thumb between his lips, signaling that he was deep in thought. "Now," he said, "I want Light-kun to step out."
"But you only just asked me to get in!" He huffed, stomping on a pair of L's cake-decorated boxers.
"And now I am asking Light-kun to step out."
He exhaled slowly and shuffled out of the closet, only to be met by L's smirking face.
"What?" The teen questioned, shifting nervously. Had L done something with his clothes while his back was turned?
"Light-kun just came of the closet. I am very proud."
Silence.
You could have heard a needle drop.
"What?" His earlier cool composure gone, the teen could feel the rage growing inside of him.
"An eye for an eye, Light-kun."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"Light-kun commented on my clothing, I did not appreciate him doing so."
The cast on his arm stopping him from throwing the punch he wanted to, he simply reached into the closet, pulling out L's (now dirty) cake boxers. Without a word, he pulled the puzzled detective over to the window.
L didn't have time to realize what was going on until it was to late.
"Light-kun, no! Do not –"
Light let go of the fabric and watched as it slowly parachuted into the street below, before it landed in front of a man. Said man happened to be Matsuda, who looked around in confusion, before picking them up.
"Oh, my god, free boxers! With cakes and everything! This must be my lucky day!"
Light wandered why he wasn't surprised at the ditsy officers reaction.
" –let them go..." he finished numbly.
"Thats what you get," the teen hummed.
"That was extremely unnecessary," L stated, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"You deserved it."
"Light-kun i acting like a petulant child."
"You started it!"
"I rest my case."
Light glared. L continued to pack.
They were both looking forward to the break, maybe the reduced stressed would stop the fighting...
...yeah right....
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And next chapter, they finally get to the airport! That's gonna go well.
Or not....