Title: An Apple a Day
Author: hyperRme
Summary: An apple a day keeps the doctor away… but if the doctor is cute forget the fruit. L turns this into his motto when he is forced to see doctor Raito because of his sugar only diet. As he pursues the doctor, L learns that the murderer he is trying to catch is after Raito's life.
Genre: Romance/Crime/Humor/Angst/Drama/Horror/Friendship/General/Mystery/Everything. But mainly romance. Lots of romance.
Rated: Mature
Pairing: L X Raito
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Obha and Takeshi Obata. I am neither one.
More Raito angst! Noooo! No more! Please! It's okay, I feel the same. Which means more OOC Raito, Misa and Kiyomi trying to take over the plot, dinner at the Yagami household, a serious lack of L and one big hunk of angst. Oh yeah, that's how I like my coffee.
A HUGE thanks to my reviewers. I love you more than this stupid book I have to read for next year's English class. … Oh wait. That's not that much of a compliment…
A special congrats to yellowrose87who realized that the dream in the last chapter wasn't the first time I used it. XDDD
"Thank you, Doctor," the con artist said with a brilliantly bright smile. "You know, Yagami-sensei, you're quite the looker. Just my type of man…"
Raito shot him a blasé look and didn't bother to stifle a yawn, "Sorry. Not interested."
The patient laughed, thinking he was playing hard to get, "Oh ho ho! I know you're just…"
"Not interested," he repeated just as apathetic as the first time.
The con artist was flabbergasted, "What do you mean not interested? Look at me! I'm gorgeous! I'm rich! I'm Aiber!"
"That's what I said and that's what I meant. I don't care who you are or how you look. Don't make me repeat myself, Aiber-san," he finished writing his review and handed the con artist a note. "Here is a prescription for drugs for those chronic migraines of yours. Please do not come visit me again unless it is an emergency."
Growling, the con artist left, crushing the note in his hand. Raito shook his head and handed Aiber's filled out review to Misa. As she stuffed them inside Aiber's manila folder, Kiyomi had just gotten off the phone. "Raito-sensei, there has been a cancelation…"
"Has there really?" Raito asked, looking more excited than he has in a while, "Who's going to take their spot? Has there been any new adding's?"
Kiyomi blinked at the doctor's energy, "Er… well, no…" his grin fell. "We're just down one person, that's all."
"Oh," he mumbled.
"I-it's one o'clock, Raito-sensei!" Misa chirped, throwing a bento box at him. "Time for your lunch break! Do you want to eat with Kiyomi-chan and I or…?"
"No, I'm going to eat by myself today, thank you," he flashed a small smiled and disappeared into the backroom. Raito slumped down in his chair with a sigh and opened his bento box. Sushi, how original.
As he ate, thoughts plagued his mind like a death ridden disease. Flashes of messy hair, black eyes, bad posture, and cake flew around his head like a hurricane. Raito promised himself he wouldn't think about him but when he had nothing to occupy his mind, they attacked. There was no music playing, Kiyomi had kept it off when he ordered her to end the chaos that morning.
"That bastard probably wanted me like this…" Raito cursed under his breath, stabbing his California roll. "He doesn't want me to think about him, he wants me to be agonized by silence so when the silence comes, I'm exhausting myself trying not to think about him! Well, L, I'm not going to play your little game. I'm going to think about you!"
Raito had wondered, thinking back, when exactly he felt this attraction toward the quirky L. He never did come up with an answer. It could be when they first met, with L's odd ways that remained embedded inside his memory. Or it could be when Raito realized L's determination that showed every week. It could also have been when L played his little games, gave his little smiles, and said his little meaningless remarks that drove Raito up a wall. Maybe it was the date…
Raito smiled fondly at the memory of the date. L had done well, he wasn't too sure the detective could pull it off but he most certainly did. His many previous dates included nothing more special than a sappy chick flick movie, an unintelligent conversation at dinner, being dragged around a stuffy mall to look at things that held no interest to him, and an invitation back to their apartment. Raito had never agreed to go back with them; he wanted to leave as soon as possible. He thought the worst part of these pitiful dates was the fact that these people would spend days and weeks trying to come up with something interesting for them to do. Think about it, they were lucky to receive a once in a life time opportunity to go out with a man who looks like a Greek God who deserved to be immortalized with a statue; things have to be absolutely perfect. Date time comes and the best they've got is a movie, a dinner, and an invitation to have crappy sex. No thank you.
Not only was Raito stunned by the creativity of L's date, he would remember that the detective had picked this all at random and that would shock him all over again. Raito's biggest surprise of all was learning L's true profession. He thought it was a bit of irony, the (possible) next victim of a murderer and the detective who was working to catch said murderer going out on a date.
L kept his word when he said he wouldn't return to his office no matter how much Raito wishes he would break it. Raito was grateful, however, that L kept his other promise of keeping the doctor safe. He had made sure to get regular updates of the case from his father. He never asked about L because his father could never know that they came into contact. His father came to the conclusion that keeping him in the dark wasn't a good idea when he could very well be next on the hit list. He told him all he needed to know about the case and then more when new information arose.
Two more victims have died since the date. They were both similar to the forth murder where the man had his heart ripped out of his chest. The first victim, which took place about three days after the date, had her heart ripped from her chest and it was stowed away in a glass container full of salt water. Her entire chest was covered in bruises. His father said Isha had probably been going through some rough times and took his anger out on the girl before stabbing a knife through her chest to receive her heart. Raito had a feeling Isha was irritated because he couldn't find him.
The second victim was just a mess when he was found. His brain had been torn from inside his skull along with his heart, his stomach, his penis and, the skin from his chest. All of these body parts were pounded repeatedly with a sledge hammer into one large pink and red pile of mush.
His father had said that L was beginning to resemble a dictator and was ordering for more hours and more work to be put in finding this man. Raito had smiled when he was told that. He felt safer knowing L was putting all he's got into this case. Raito had started, in his own way, to help out with the case. He told the nurses to keep an eye on the schedule and to inform him right away if they saw Isha's name. Raito had begun talking to his patients about Isha, asking if they've seen him or heard about him. Isha's name wasn't publicized as the killer of the Doctor Fraud Cases so many of the criminals wouldn't think it would be suspicious if he asked them about him. For those that were suspicious, Raito explained the truth of how Isha didn't show up for his appointment to check on his head and ankle. So far, only one criminal had given him a positive feedback just a day before the second murder, saying that she had seen him hiding out near Kanto. Raito had informed his father straight away but the Investigation Team didn't have enough time before Isha had struck in Kanto.
Raito wondered what L was doing at this very moment. He was obviously working, but, was he thinking about him? L had said before that he was worried sick about him, thus distracting him from his work. So was he still thinking about him? Or was he far away from L's mind, replaced by the case and more sweets? Raito wanted to know, he…
"Raito-sensei?" Misa knocked on the door and let herself in, "Lunch break is over. Your next patient will be arriving within the next five minutes." Raito stretched and got up from his chair.
"Oh, I didn't finish my lunch…" he said, noticing he ate one piece and stabbed another leaving five pieces left. "Do you want the rest of my sushi, Misa? I didn't touch them."
The nurse stuck out her tongue, "Eww, Raito-sensei, you know I hate fish. I prefer salads."
"Maybe Kiyomi-chan likes them," he mused, walking toward the reception desk. "Kiyomi-chan, you like sushi, right? Do you want the rest of mine? I didn't touch them."
Kiyomi smiled and took the bento box, "Thank you, doctor. I promise to wash the container out really well. I'm catching a cold and I don't want to get you sick as well."
Raito blinked, putting on his doctor façade, "Do you want me to give you a check up? It's not a good idea for you to be carrying any diseases for a long time. Especially working in an office where you can pick up more or spread them around."
"No, really, I'm fine. But thank you, Raito-sensei. I'm sure I'll be all better for tomorrow.
Raito drummed his fingers on the keyboard, bored out of his mind. It was Tuesday and a rumor had been going around in the underground that Raito Yagami does not see anyone on Tuesdays. Nobody showed up, nobody called, and there were empty spots in his schedule. He granted permission for Misa and Kiyomi to leave early for the day. He stayed behind, just in case.
Discovering it was only one in the afternoon, Raito considered closing up early. If nobody was going to come then why bother to run electricity? The doctor stood up, stretching his back. He shut down his computer as the front door opened.
"Welcome," he greeted, glancing up. He froze on the spot, "L?"
The man raised a hand, "Hello, Raito-kun. Did you miss me?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Is Raito-kun really that surprised to see me?" L mused, coming all the way in the clinic. "He should not be. It is Tuesday and I canceled all of your other appointments."
"The bet…" Raito whispered. "You said you wouldn't be back…"
L blinked, "Does Raito-kun not want me back? I will leave if that pleases him."
"No!" he shouted as L turned his back. L looked over his shoulder at him as if to say: 'You've got three seconds to interest me in staying' "Well, you must have come for a reason. What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Raito-kun. What makes you think that?" he asked, taking up the doctor's offer and slouched toward the reception desk. "Is it wrong to visit you?"
"But you said…"
"That I wouldn't? I did, didn't I?" L leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. His face was no less than two inches from his own, "But you should know, Raito-kun, that I lie quite often." And with that, his lips were on his. Raito took this as his chance to remedy the outcomes of the bet and pressed harder to L, opening his mouth slightly.
"Raito-kun is awfully willing today," L mused, moving away from the reception desk and into his favorite examination room. "Did he miss me that much?"
Raito followed him like an obedient dog. One step into the room and he was thrown against the wall, a mouth on his neck, sucking, biting, licking. He moaned quietly. Raito threaded his fingers through L's soft hair, pulling when his neck would receive a particularly hard bite.
A wandering hand pushed its way under Raito's shirt and up, fingers lightly gazing his flushed skin. Raito's grip on his hair was steel hard when L brushed against an erect nibble. The other roving hand moved in the opposite direction.
"L…" Raito hissed, squirming under the touch on his crotch. Apparently, the detective enjoyed the little moans he heard and yearned for more. He bit harder on his neck, pinched harder on his nibble, and pressed harder on his groin. "Ahh…!"
"Raito-kun tastes so good," L sang, licking from his collarbone to his ear, "So very delicious."
"Ngh… ku…" Raito's breaths came in rapid and shallow. His brain deprived mind grew fuzzier, pleasure taking over logic. L knew all his weak points, his ears, his chin, his abs, and gave them no mercy. His fingers worked skillfully on his zipper, pulling it down along with his pants and boxers.
His erection sprung up to their stomachs. L chuckled, "Excited, my lovely doctor?" Their eyes met and Raito felt a hot flash take over his body.
"L!"
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"L!"
Raito woke up upon impact from the floor. He quickly sat up, bumping his head on his nightstand, "Ow…" Dodging his nightstand, Raito stood up, stretching. He crawled back into bed only to jump out in record timing. The bed was sticky.
"Goddamnit!"
Raito was already in a bad mood the moment he walked through the clinic door. The goddamn radio played that goddamn song nine goddamn times on the way to work. Who the hell started this trend and why isn't he dead yet? Growling at the repeating melody in his head, Raito was surprised to find the door locked. Maybe Kiyomi's not in yet?
Unlocking the door, Raito called out, "Hello?" but got no answer. He hung his coat in the closet and checked the reception desk. A red light flashed on the phone, informing Raito that he has a voicemail. He pressed the button as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Hello, Raito-sensei," Kiyomi said over the phone, voice harsh and raspy, "I seem to have gotten worse over night. Please forgive me, but…" she went into a coughing fit that lasted about twenty seconds. "Sorry about that, I need to take some medicine. I will not be in today, Raito-sensei. I called Misa-chan as well to tell her to come in early but she probably won't get my message until she leaves the house at her normal time. Don't bother to call me back, I'll be asleep. Do your best today, Raito-sensei. Thank you, goodbye"
Raito pressed the off button on the phone. He looked around the empty clinic and sighed. No use being an open target for L to curse his mind, he thought, better find something to do. Raito hopped onto the computer to check his schedule for that day, and for the day after, and the day after, and the day after…
Frowning when he realized it was full, he checked for Erochikku Isha and Ryuuga Hideki, just in case L decided to surprise him by going on a crowded day. Neither names popped up so Raito closed the screen. But a better idea struck and the doctor pulled the schedule back up. He clicked on system that kept all of his patient's information and scrolled down to H. Raito scribbled down L's number although he wasn't one hundred percent positive this was his real number. It couldn't hurt to try though. Before Raito exited, he quickly added Isha's number to the list.
He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to his father containing Isha's number. He had returned last night for the first time in three days and had immediately fallen asleep on the couch. Raito did not know if he was up right now, being only about seven thirty, but he thought it would be better to sent it now so he didn't forget about it later.
Next Raito punched in L's number into his phone, saving it as 'Ryuuzaki'. As his doctor, he had every right to check up on him to make sure he was healthy. Raito nodded to himself, yes, that was a good excuse.
Glancing at the clock, Raito frowned and decided that the waiting room needed a new maker over. When Misa arrived an hour later, she stood with her mouth open at the new design, "Why did Raito-sensei arrange all the furniture?"
Raito shrugged, "I had nothing better to do."
"Oh, yes," Misa said, hanging up her coat. "I guess it must be boring when Kiyomi-chan isn't here to talk to. I'm sorry I'm late, Raito-sensei. I woke up earlier than my alarm and I couldn't fall back asleep so I got ready and twenty minutes before I regularly leave, I checked my phone. I wish I got the call earlier, I would have been here! I'm so sorry, Raito-sensei."
"It's not a problem, Misa-chan. I wasn't here that long by myself."
"You must have been if you were able to totally redesign the waiting room!" she huffed, opening the schedule on the computer. "The first victim is in twenty minutes. Put on your doctor coat."
"The victim?" he grinned. "Is that what you're calling them these days? I do not believe I am torturing them enough for you to be calling them victims."
"I'll call them whatever makes you laugh, Raito-sensei," Misa winked. He shook his head, chuckling good naturally. He did as he was told and grabbed his pristine white doctor coat from the backroom. As he threw it on, the radio started to play through the intercom. Five guesses as to what it was. Hint: Misa was singing the song very obnoxiously at the reception desk.
"Misa!" Raito yelled over the music, stomping back into the hall. "Turn off that terrible song!"
"HOPELESSLY!!!!" Misa sang at the top of her lungs, deaf to the world around her. "I'LL LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY!!!!"
"Misa!" he screamed again, slamming a hand down on the desk. She jumped at the sound. "Turn the goddamn radio off!"
The nurse obeyed with a pout, "Aw, Raito-sensei! That's my favorite song! It's my jam! I almost never hear it on the radio!"
"How can you never hear it?" Raito asked in envy. "It plays at least forty times during work hours!"
"That's the only time though!" she whined. "I play the radio all the time at home and while I'm driving but I only get to hear it once."
"What radio station do you listen to? We'll switch stations. I hear that goddamn song at least ten times on the way home."
"Eh?! Lucky Raito-sensei!"
Raito had two empty spots from two cancelations so Misa declared that he was going to go home early, get a nice cup of tea with a good book and relax. Apparently, even Misa could see the tension in his body and emptiness in his eyes. What happened to his supreme acting skills?
He had skipped the radio completely on the way home but unfortunately Misa had been singing that wretched song on the way to her car. It still ended up bouncing around in his head.
The clock in his car read eight when Raito pulled into the driveway. A pang of guilt struck him as he thought back to the distance he's been putting himself and his family. Maybe some time with them would help calm his nerves. The living room light was on and it looked as if his mother was setting up the kitchen table for dinner. Raito got out of the car, locked it, and opened the front door. "I'm home!"
"Raito?" Sayu shrieked, sliding out of the kitchen. "You're home early!" she ran and jumped on him, hugging his waist. Raito was able to stabilize himself before the impact, luckily, and he awkwardly patted the girl's head.
"Hello, Sayu. Did you finish your homework?"
Sayu gulped and quickly released her brother's waist. She shifted from left to right, "Well, err, you see… my Journalism major is requiring me to know some math and, well…"
"You absolutely fail at math," he finished.
"So you'll help?"
"Why not?"
Sayu cheered and threw her arms around her brother again, "Oh thank you, thank you Raito! I'll make it up to you I promise! I know! I'll make sure to keep your secret about your little stalker patient!"
"Stalker patient?!"
Sayu yelped and Raito froze as the booming voice nearly shattered their ear drums. Soichirro stormed out of the kitchen and into the foyer, making Raito glad the saying 'If looks could kill' wasn't true.
"…Did I say that too loud?" Sayu whispered.
"You think?"
"Raito, son…" Soichirro grounded out with a massive eye twitch. "What does Sayu mean when she says 'stalker patient'?"
If Raito was hoping for a relaxing evening not thinking about a certain sexy detective, then he was barking up the wrong tree. "Well, Father, he's…"
"HE?!" Soichirro roared.
"Yeah…"
"Dinner's done!" his mother said, thankfully, in the nick of time, "Soichirro, honey, please, calm down. It's not too often we get to eat as a family, all four of us. Please don't ruin this."
As the Yagami family sat down to eat, tension was escalating at an alarming rate. Raito kept his head down and focused on eating his fried rice but he felt his father's eyes burning through his head. "So…" Soichirro coughed, trying to sound like a calm, collected, and understanding father, "Tell me about this patient of yours."
Raito quickly shot Sayu a look, just in case she decided to lose her brain at that moment. He knew Misa would only tell her the juicy details of L, the ones that would put his dear father in the hospital. Sayu saw the glance and quietly ate her Yakizakana. "Well, he's a nice guy and he…"
"You're dating him, aren't you?"
"What?!" Raito spluttered, nearly choking on his rice. "Father, no! What gave you that impression?"
Soichirro leaned back in his seat and gave the perfected 'father' stare, "I'm your father. I saw your facial expression when you talked about him."
"Raito is in love with Hideki-san?" Sayu gasped, "Is what Misa said true?"
"No! Sayu, shut up!"
"What did Misa say, dear?" Soichirro asked, sweetly. Don't listen to him Sayu, Raito pleaded internally.
"She said that Raito and Hideki-san were making out in the examination rooms, endless flirting, having sex in the bathroom…"
"SEX? SON! What were you thinking?!" Raito glared hatefully at his sister. Sayu meeped and slid down in her chair. "Look at me when I am talking to you! Your mother and I did not raise you to act this way! Unprofessional! That's what you are! Having sex with a patient!"
"Father, we didn't-"
"This is a disgrace! Do you even know who this man is? I mean really is?"
"Of course, Father, but-"
"He could be a criminal! A rapist! A murderer! And you're having SEX with this man?!"
"We did NOT have sex!" Raito yelled louder than he should have. The room fell into an eerie silence, sans the doctor's harsh breathing. He realized he was standing and slowly plopped down onto his chair. "There is nothing going on between Hideki-san and I. He is my patient and I am his doctor. The only things I am concerned about pertaining to him are his health and his money," he spoke slowly and calmly.
"But, what Misa said…"
"Misa is a liar who likes to blow things out of proportion. She thinks that because Hideki-san likes to show up once a week with a made up disease just for laughs, he's coming onto me," Raito explained, picking up his chopsticks again, a sign of their finished conversation.
After the rest of the silent dinner was over, Raito threw himself onto his bed stared at the ceiling. He sighed. When Sayu had broken up with her boyfriend last year, the whole family knew not to talk about it. They never dreamed of teasing her about him, blowing up at her because of him, or constantly bring him up every three seconds, reminding her of all the tender moments they've shared. Raito had been half tempted during dinner to tell them straight to their face the truth so they would realize his pain and end their conversation.
Raito felt like some heartbroken high school girl, trying to get over her first boyfriend. He was comparing himself to his sister, goddamnit! Where did his manly pride go? He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, and he wanted to march over to whatever hotel L was staying at and demand entry. Most of all, he wanted to redo that stupid last test all over again.
Raito touched his fingers to his lips, trying to remember the ghost of those soft petals. He had been scared, truth be told, when L had kissed him that night. He, at that very moment, felt all of his suppressed emotion bubble over and find a name for itself. The moment the name reached his mind, L's cell phone rang. When L had pulled back, Raito stood in shock at his new discovery and felt the need to tell him. Until, L bowed out of the bet, declaring himself the loser and left without another word. Raito's mind had shut down and his heart had shriveled up, leaving him utterly useless to call him back.
"Raito? Raito, son?" His father called from behind the door, knocking gently. "Can… can I come in?"
"Yeah," he said, sitting up on his bed, cross-legged. His father slowly opened the door, cautiously almost, and smiled softly at his son. He took a seat at the computer chair and looked nervous. "You wanted to say something, Father?"
Soichirro sighed, clasping his hands together, "Yes, I did. I… I wanted to apologize about the way I acted at dinner. What you do and who you like are your own personal matters and I have no right to pick your decisions for you. Going out with a patient is unprofessional but most definitely not illegal. And if you like boys, well, that's up to you, but…"
"You had a fit about Mikami-kun and Hideki-san," Raito retorted. "Why did you freak out about them if you're telling me I can date whoever I wanted."
"They're stalkers, Raito!" he persisted. "They're only after one thing and that's bagging you! Er…" he scratched his head, embarrassed, "That was a bad use of words. The point is that you are a very handsome young man and perverted men like that. And with the Doctor Fraud Case unsolved and the message on that victim's back, it's hard not to worry about you. We're doing all we can to protect you and it's hard to do that when you're hanging around stalkers. They could very well be Isha's henchmen."
Raito laughed. He stifled it the moment he saw the stern look his father sent him, "Sorry, Father, it's just that… Hideki-san is the last person I would ever consider working with Isha." It would be pointless, leading an investigation against yourself, Raito thought. How boring would that be! "And Mikami-kun is too dedicated to his work as a lawyer to ever go against his beliefs."
His father frowned, "You can never be too sure, Raito…"
"I'm sure, Father."
Soichirro and Raito had a stare off contest, both determined for the other to see his point. Finally, his father sighed, looking down at the carpet, "Tell me about this Hideki guy."
"What's there to tell?" Raito asked, quietly wishing his father would stop tormenting him. "He's just my patient."
"He can't be. When you talk about him, you tip toe around the topic, trying to avoid it and when you do actually get to the point, you look happy. You've never looked that way before."
Raito's eyes widened and he quickly ducked his head to the side, "He is my patient, Father. There is nothing special about him except his frequent visits and humorous attempts to make the nurses and myself to laugh. That is all." Soichirro opened his mouth to speak. "Please, Dad."
The elder Yagami frowned again but nodded and stood from his seat. "I'll let it drop for now. Are you willing to try again?"
Raito smiled, grateful, "Maybe later." His father smiled back and closed the door gently behind him. Raito breathed out a sigh of relief and fell back onto his bed. He glanced over at the clock, curiously. It was almost ten. The doctor fingered the cell phone in his pocket, thinking deeply, before pulling it out. He scrolled down the contact list and held the phone to his ear, listening impatiently to the ringtones.
"Hello?"
"Misa-chan? It's Raito."
"Raito-sensei! Why are you calling? It's nearly ten at night! Didn't I tell you to relax this evening? I…"
"Misa, could you please contact all my appointments tomorrow and cancel them? I want to take the day off. Maybe take Sayu to the movies or something."
"Really?" Misa chirped happily in his ear. "Raito-sensei wants the day off? Oh, that's great! I'll get on it right away! I'll call Kiyomi-chan as well; don't worry about it, Raito-sensei! You just relax and leave it all to Misa-Misa!"
Raito found himself chuckling under his breath, "Thank you, Misa-chan. I owe you." They hung up. Raito took a deep breath and called another number.
"Beep! Beep!" Raito bit on his bottom lip in anticipation. No one answered yet, he thought, maybe he should hang up and try again later…
"Hello?"
"Uh! Err… um…" Raito coughed to get his mouth cooperating again, "Hello. This is Doctor Raito Yagami…"
"Ah! Young Yagami-sensei! This is Watari. How may I help you?"
"H-how is L doing? He said he would start eating healthier but he loves junk food so much that I don't think he'll follow through…"
"Oh, my boy! L is doing splendidly! He's working harder and feeling better than he has in years. He's taken quite a liking to apples; I would have never guessed it. He eats about three or four of them a day!"
"O-oh," Raito whispered quietly.
"And that's not all, Yagami-sensei. L has also been eating more cherries, strawberries, grapefruit, and blueberries. He hasn't touched a piece of chocolate cake in two weeks! It's a miracle I say! I really must thank you, doctor. I predict L will be in perfect health within days the way he's going!"
"Yeah… Hey, Watari? Could you do me a favor and not tell him I called? I don't want to seem like a nosy, untrusting guy, you understand."
"Of course, Yagami-sensei. Thank you very much. Please do not worry about L no longer. Goodbye!" The phone dial ended with a beep. Raito held his phone in a death clutch next to his ear. Soon, he let it slip from his fingers as he crawled underneath his blanket, covering his head. He pulled in a pillow and grasped it tightly.
His body began to shake and he felt grateful he had told Misa to cancel his appointments tomorrow and he had called her before as tears unwillingly fell from his eyes.
Raito stretched out on his recliner back in his apartment. "It's so good to be home," he sighed, sinking into the chair with a smile. He pulled out a book from the shelf next to his seat and opened to the first page. It didn't take too long before Raito grew antsy, sitting there. He needed something. An idea popped in his head and Raito hopped off his recliner made a beeline to the kitchen.
Upon entering the small kitchen, there was a small crash. Raito jumped and saw the refrigerator was wide open. He noticed two legs under the door but that was all he could see as the door was blocking the crouching person. The intruder hadn't noticed him yet so Raito took a small knife from the countertop.
As Raito raised the knife, the refrigerator door slammed shut, "Are you planning on killing me, Raito-kun?"
"L!" the doctor yelped, dropping the knife. The detective smiled at the knife on the floor and picked it up gently in between his thumb and forefinger. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought a short little visit was in order. The front door wasn't locked so I let myself in." Raito looked down at his hand and noticed a bright, shiny apple. L saw how Raito was looking at the fruit and held it up. "I wanted an apple. I ran out. I need to eat my three a day or I'll be stuck visiting you again."
Raito hoped L hadn't noticed the flinch he couldn't cover up, "The saying is 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away'. Don't you think three is overdoing it?"
L glanced down at the apple in his hand, shrugged, and took a large bite out of it. "No, three is a perfectly fine number. I don't want to risk my chances with just one," he held up the apple as if toasting the fruit to the doctor. "Thank you for the apple, Raito-kun, but I best be leaving now."
L smiled at him again and started to walk toward the front door. "Wait, L!" The detective turned his head around, looking over his shoulder. "I-is that all you came for? An apple?"
"Of course, why else would I come?"
"To talk, hang out, go somewhere?" Raito offered meekly.
L hummed in consideration just to humor the doctor before laughing, "I rather not. You see it's rather unprofessional for a detective to be seeing a possible victim." He smiled wickedly, "I'm sure you understand." L slammed the door on the way out.
GAH! That last dream! L was such a total asshole! GAH!! I ruined you L! Forgive me!!
"He doesn't want me to think about him, he wants me to be agonized by silence so when the silence comes, I'm exhausting myself trying not to think about him! Well, L, I'm not going to play your little game. I'm going to think about you!" That is seriously the worst paragraph in the history of the world but I had such a hard time trying to bring in Raito's inner thoughts. , Maybe a diary would have been better?
And the phone conversation with Watari always makes me sad.
Does anyone get the meaning of Erochikku Isha's name or is it just me? Bonus points to those who do.
I'm leaving for the beach tomorrow! South Carolina, baby! If you're there, look for the girl with the Ariel or Harry Potter beach towel. Half priced at the Disney store. OWN! Update will be when I get back.
Review! I love you so you should tell me you love me back in a review! Yes. Let's make it to over 300!! 350!!! 4,000,000,000!!!
