A/N: Whelp, here's our next A/U!
I... really have nothing else to say. Lol.
Enjoy? o.o;
Title: Broken Links
Where the Heart Is: Part I
He was just sitting there, not even a care set upon that delicate face as streams of water droplets plopped down on those bright red cheeks.
L had thought it strange the first time he had saw him, sitting there as if he had nowhere else to be, but he had not really questioned it.
He had other things to worry about, after all.
Yet even he could not delude himself into thinking differently now.
Almost six months later and now he found himself stationed behind a bush, staring at the lithe figure dressed in holey clothing on par with rags still sitting in the same spot as the first day he had found him. Dark eyes traced over the smooth wet features of the slightly haggard face, dark circles decorating the honey-brown eyes staring up at the gray clouded sky as a tanned hand floated up and traced invisible figures that only he could apparently see.
All this time, and he didn't even have a name to show for his efforts…
Getting up from his spot, L sneered at he stared down at his muddy jean-clad knees and winced once he realized that he would, once again, have to explain to Watari just why he was coming home appearing as if he had just crawled out of a dumpster.
Taking one last gander behind him, L brushed the wet hair out of his stare and turned, shoving his hands into his pockets.
He would always be back tomorrow, after all…
Light let his weight sag as he felt the same damnable gaze leave his direction, his eyes shifty and nervous. Turning his head, the hazel-eyed boy coughed as his heart continued to pound against his chest, not sure if the heat invading his cheeks was because of the cold or the young man that had kept a continuous vigil over him for the last… well, Light didn't know how much time had passed considering he didn't have a watch, but he knew it was long time.
The first day he had seen the older looking boy, he had tried to hide away within the monstrous-looking coat that hung over his shoulders, those dark gray eyes scanning every part of him with analytical care. Light had wanted to ask why he was staring, but didn't.
For some reason, those eyes upon him didn't bother him as much as other's stares did; he didn't want the attention off of him for once.
So he had kept his mouth shut and stared back out of the corner of his eye. The bridge he sat precariously off of the edge of had blared with loudly with the onslaught of people rushing across it as the stranger slowly disappeared within the crowd and Light stayed where he was, not caring enough to actually chase after the person whom he had held the interest of.
He had worried (in the back of his mind, of course) that he wouldn't see him again, but it had been a passing worry. The growl in his stomach informed him that it was time to head back before all the food was gone and the doors to his 'home' were locked for the night.
The streets were no place to sleep after all.
'And I would know…' Light thought to himself as he finally stood up, still staring up at the gray clouds pouring down upon him. Auburn strands of hair clung to his face as he pulled the slightly torn hood over his head, his tired feet making their way to the familiar destination.
"Hope to see you again tomorrow, stranger…" Light whispered into the wind, hands holding the hood in place as the swift winds picked up their pace.
Maybe then, Light could finally gather the courage to actually say hello.