Pictures of You
Pictures of You
I do not own Death Note or Anything in this Story
Chapter 11: Notebook
AN: Okay guys trying my absolute hardest to make these chapters longer. I know that my first couple of chapters were really adequate nothing phenomenal but after the last chapter I think I've improved a lot and I assure you that I will keep make my chapters long and enjoyable. What I need to tell you guys is that there's a part where I added these line breakers " - - " It's just the POV'S so don't get confused. One more thing is that…I really my reviews have come from at least from 7 to 3 or less therefore I was really hoping that maybe you guys can spare me a couple seconds of your time to just write me a little review. Please?
Time of My Recollecting Memories - Nell
'He figured out the relationship I have with Miguel, then why? Why isn't he subjecting me? After all those times he wanted to find out about me, wanted to -so he says- help me, why isn't he?' Obsidian globes probed the auburn male, that was at this time, wiping off the thin film of dry particles from his desk.
Light could feel the steel coal eyes subsequent his every move and it disturbed him. He twisted his head to give a sharp glare at Lawliet, an indication for him to busy himself with doing something more productive than stare at his, for one day, roommate, but either the pale boy was completely oblivious to proper manners or purely ignored the sign for him to look away he kept his gaze on the auburn male. A deep sigh escaped the ruddy lips as Light returned back to giving his room a quick clean.
"Who shot Mr. Yagami Light-kun?" No response. Was his voice unheard or was Light disregarding him since he refused to look away from the cocoa haired man? Either way Lawliet was displeased. The ostensible deaf male hummed a familiar tune, walking over to his bed, puffing up the pillows and fixing the sheets muddled by two unconscious bodies a couple hours before. He still felt the inky saucers studying him and following him but he shrugged it off knowing his plan was, indeed, playing correctly in motion.
The raven, usually devoid of all things expressing emotions, stood agitated waiting patiently for a respond of some sort from the auburn male but no sound, that could be considered coherent, reached his tympanic membrane. 'Should I ask again? I mean, I was awoken from my slumber and dragged out of the house in the middle of the night and nearly frozen to death for Light-kun's inquiries, which I did-in fact- had not given a proper response to but that wasn't my fault, so he should be kind enough to answer mine.' As ridiculous as that sounded Lawliet still believed Light should be answering him.
"Light-kun, who shot Mr. Yagami?" He sharpened his tone at the end so it, possibly, could cut through the thick cover of ignorance Light painted around him and luckily it did. The auburn male stopped his humming and glared darkly at the pale boy for a split second and replaced it to form the most cutest, from Lawliet's perspective, smile he'd ever seen. In an instant velocity the raven's mind jumbled and his racing thoughts of whom impaired the father of the auburn's melted away to nothingness. He marveled at the way the rosy lips curved at the edges, showing a quick preview of the pearly white dentures that are hidden, and further more the pink muscle that palates diverse substances- though Lawliet couldn't see the tongue he pondered on how it would taste like, how it would feel like-.
"Lawliet, why in the world do I need to tell you when you never once given me anything close to response. All you gave me was denial, pretty lame denials, but nonetheless denials." His brain re-built as quickly as it disintegrated and knocked out from his brain the wondrous deliberation of the mouth of Light's- who's smile, in fact, vanished from the ruddy lips, a scowl substituting it-.The words that were spat out dripped with mixed hurt and anger. Lawliet never knew Light to be the vengeful type, it scared and amazed him that he knew so less of the teen- their several conversations weren't that of friendly-, but the auburn male taking revenge on himself right now made him more scared then amazed-sure enough he wouldn't show it in the presence of the avenger-, and Light could easily suffocate emotions he had just mere seconds ago to interchange it with something completely opposite.
"Light-kun, me being in denial is nevertheless a response- "
"Stop being a smart-ass. You know very well what I mean Lawliet." Light clenched his fist stopping himself from very well pouncing on the teen. 'Stop pissing me off, stop pissing me off, stop pissing me off. God damn it I can't even think straight, he's… he's just a stupid boy who can't even make proper lies up. Hah, no he's nothing near stupid…Oh god, I can't even insult him now properly. Whatever, he's falling for it. My plan.' A finger pushed past the pallid lips, slipping into the wet hot fathom, as Lawliet coated the colorless digit with translucent saliva. The abstruse inky blobs stared innocently at piercing small amber ones, batting his lashes every now and then to build the naïve act before he spoke.
"Light-kun…that is correct but revenge is not an option to resort to therefore…I resume my inquiry. Who shot Mr. Yagami?" Somehow, he ignored Lawliet yet again and glanced curiously at the silver chronological contraption hanging on his wall. '4 am….Lawliet should call somebody to get him from here and get him home. School's going to be soon and he needs to get ready since he obviously doesn't have any of his bathing items here. Though…I should get him some breakfast even if the goddamn sun isn't up yet.'
"You should come downstairs with me and get some breakfast. School's going to be soon and you're going to have to leave." Realization swept over Lawliet as he remembered his real life and who Light actually was, who he was. He completely forgotten all about Watari- which was surprising since the poor man was his doting butler who spared no expense to meet Lawliet's every whim, no matter how preposterous- and Miguel. Lawliet didn't want to leave, he was so quickly accustomed to annoying Light and battling with him verbally- except for that one time Light decided to pin him down on the bed which he internally enjoyed every minute aside from the aching pain he felt- and sadly he wanted Light to find out everything about him. If that meant Lawliet could spend more time with Light but that was impossible for many reasons.
"Can I use your phone Light-kun?"
"Sure, but after breakfast." The auburn teen pulled at one corner of his bed sheet and sighed, satisfied that his bed was untraceable for any signs of it having been occupied, and looked at the immobile raven male. Was Lawliet reluctant of not leaving? His mystifying obscure gaze instantly rattled emotions Light hadn't felt before. Annoyance? Anger? Pity? Something else? But…Light felt annoyance and anger several times before towards the raven man and yet there was still a hint of something else. Pity….now that was something he knew he felt for the male whenever he looked at him. The pure vanity and fathomless black iris withheld emotions screaming to break free and now it seemed as though Lawliet was being forced to leave by him. Lawliet always stared at him, it was like a some kind of hobby for the pale boy yet why now had these indefinite emotions break loose? Was it because he was letting the raven go? He felt his heartbeat quicken and flowed through him as staccatos, a small burning sensation alongside the irregular beats, and his hands felt moist.
Light began to feel guilty, guilty for pursuing to get the raven out of his house and now he also had mixed opinions. Should he let the raven go? It would be harder to talk to him but it would keep his mind at peace knowing that every second he wasn't being watched by the stoic male but then again Lawliet was quite the company and he felt…he felt something about the male. An unknown aura that radiated from the unusual male that drew Light in, deeper and deeper till it was too late to get out. He knew he was thinking too much about this, if he just maybe escaped Lawliet for a couple days he could think better and actually his plan may succeed.
The young Yagami brushed past Lawliet-leaving him with a slight tingling feeling- and walked out the door not bothering to call out to the, futile in passiveness, unruly haired teen again. Named unruly male stared blankly at the retreating figure and followed suit.
Mello lay on his deep sea blue-green bed, remembering to hand Matt his video game before resting his dizzying head atop the cushion, sighing deeply and twirling his long blond locks with his fingers. Johanne Pachelbel canon in D major drifted in the air, the melodious soft tune reaching the blond boy's tympanum. Mello never had a liking for classical music-unlike his father who, at this moment, was listening to it- but this piece somehow calmed him. Absent-mindedly he started to hum to the catchy tune but snapped out of it once a gamer appeared beside him.
"Enjoying the music are we?" A shrewd grin curved up the lips of the carmine head and Mello glared darkly at the male.
"Shut up Matt. Why you here anyways? You should be getting sleep since school's in about…4 hours." Said boy climbed into bed with the blond awkwardly- it creaking slightly as he moved- and sat by the head of his best friend, his hands hidden behind his back.
"I know, I know but I'm not tired and Mr. Fumia is in the study listening to that classical crap and I don't want to stay there and listen, aaaaaaaaand guess what I got you." Prussian blue orbs shot wantonly at the creamy- colored hands hiding something in its grasp. A thick block of imported French milk chocolate was cupped inside Matt's hands. Idly drool leaked out the side of his vanilla colored lips and his hands started to tremble languidly and hesitantly reaching out to touch the shiny aluminum wrapper. The aroused blond man erected upwards, never leaving his eyes from the seducing massive calories and trans fat produce- which never done a single harm to his trim fit physique- his lips started to tremble, muttering incoherent words. A toothy grin emanated the crimson's features for he knew he was in a state where he could bribe his best friend for ever single penny he owns- that was as much if every individual had one penny it would equal to about 1/3 of Mello's estate- but him, being the caring and, as quoted from Matt, "practically my brother" he just brought the delightful treat to lift up the blonde's mood. Matt handed, the soon to be zany, Mello the chocolate bar, who stared at it with opalescent cerulean orbs.
"A friend of mine went over to France, he asked if I wanted anything. I said send me over a couple hot French filles and some stupid chocolat for you. Your treat arrived but I guess mine probably got a detour into another lucky bastard's bed." Despite the face 99.9 of his attention was on his, now, prized possession that one sliver of mind solely focused on his best friend and he managed to scoff at Matt's limited French and humor. Mello sighed and decided to put the chocolate away for a special occasion later for he realized there must've been some other reason Matt came here. He reached behind him to the stash of other hidden wrapped delectables and placed his most recent one atop, blew a kiss, closed it, and turned to look back at the enticing tourmaline orbs.
"So, what's up?"
"Well…how are you?" Lapis-lazuli globes narrowed, his perfect golden eyebrows furrowed at the ambiguous question.
"Uh, well I beat up this guy for a reason I don't believe in, ambushed a bunch of police officers- alongside a rival at that- in the middle of the night and now I have a male in my bed when I should probably be sleeping or jacking off like a normal teenager but all in all it's been a pretty normal 28 hours of my life. Why'd you ask?"
Mint green eyes batted several times, a playful pout inflated on his facial features, as his fingers reached out to trace small circles on the blond boy's thighs.
"Am I a hot male on your bed?" Mello instantly slapped the finger-and the soothing but quite disturbing circular motions the digit laid- away and gave small, very, small shriek, his cheeks were slightly tinted.
"What the fuck are you doing Matt." Named male fell backwards, holding onto his ribcages- as if they were going to break- whilst laughing hysterically. The blond boy grew infuriated and clenched his fist- he would've smacked the laughter straight out of the carnation boy and pummeled him but the red head did bring him a very luscious chocolate therefore he restrained himself from the sadistic act- glaring hard at the boy "ROFL-ing" but except in this case Matt was rolling on the bed laughing. The highly amused oxblood haired boy gradually ceased his hysteria and sat up to meet the deathly glare of sapphire orbs rimmed with ruby red, a clash of complementary colors.
"Sorry. Just playing around, it was pretty funny. The look on your face."
"Yeah, heh, hilarious." Matt inched closer to the annoyed androgynous male and grinned.
"Aw c'mon stop being such a hard-ass."
"Get back to fucking sleep we have school in about…3-4 hours."
"Wait, I heard Mr. Fumia talking to Miguel. It's important and I know I shouldn't have been listening but I did anyway it was something about this guy…uh… his name…I think it was Sadao? Yeah! Sadao that's it, anyway that Sadao bastard was actually an undercover police." Mello looked at Matt wide-eyed, who was playing around with the hem of his t-shirt- extremely large for the boy's actual form that it fell down to his boney knees-. Absolutely shocked and enthralled at the valorousness of this "Sadao" individual. Two of Miguel's men betrayed him, Mello was indeed deviously delighted for Miguel's misfortune and would have done a quick happy dance if it weren't for another reason that stopped him from his act of joy.
"What happened next?"
"Oh well Mr. Fumia saw the shit head helping the chief out and informed Miguel about it. The rampaging bull shot the guy in the head and I think shot the chief also."
"Bet Miguel's pissed. I would be also if two of my men leaked out information to the cops but luckily all the people who knew tidings about Miguel's whereabouts and his supplier are dead. Right?"
"Well…I think the uh… his name is um… Chief Yagami is in the hospital or something." Kip tugged on the buttery eyelids of the blond male, giving a small grunt of acceptance whilst languidly descending rearward to let slumber seize his body and mind.
'Lawliet…'
His forefinger played around with the other, his hands fidgeting under- yet another- uncomfortable situation. Onyx globes stared hard at the reflection of the agitated pale boy behind him. The smooth sound of the engine running, the tires gliding on the even cement road, and the soft music emanating from the limo's stereo was all that could be heard between Watari and Lawliet. The raven decided to break the uncanny silence by responding to the forgotten question asked by the butler himself.
"I was at Light-kun's place. I, uh, was helping him with some homework and lost track of time. He insisted I spend the night. I'm sorry Watari." Another pregnant silence led on and it was nerve-wracking for the pale boy.
"I see. Well I didn't yet tell Miguel-sama I was picking you up Lawliet-san and I advise you not to say anything. Lawliet-san should dress into in his school attire and leave without a word. Miguel-sama had some business last night therefore he will be acquiring the sleep he was deprived of and would be exceedingly menacing than he already was if awoken." The two pasty forefingers seized up from their battle and opaque eyes gawped at the old driver.
The unmitigated sheer blackness of the skies above were now tinted with soft hues of titian, cerise, and garnet. Faint strokes of cirrus clouds floated around, accenting the soon to be luminous autumn morning. The tiny pads of his fingertips tapped lightly on the button to roll up and down the window. Obsidian orbs shifted to the darkly tinged glass. No fresh air ever actually flew in through the closed window and Lawliet had an urge to roll it down all the way and let the rushing wind blow in his face and sway his bangs violently. He wanted to breathe in the crisp, cool ether the equinox provides, that feeling of freedom and excitement. The pale boy wanted to feel that but he released the very idea soon after, knowing well that it was an idealistic concept.
The limousine halted in front of the large creamy white mansion of the raven. Lawliet sighed deeply, muttered a quick thank you, and stepped out of the slick vehicle. Anybody who passed by this house would ogle at its beauty and fantasize how life would be like living in the mansion . The Hideki mansion was massive and extremely well kept. A long opaque lane directed you to the front door of the mansion. The lawn, that was watered all night, shimmered magnificently as a sliver of the sun's rays hit it. There were several flower beds and tiny Sakura trees, which shadows grew every passing second, outlined the border of the lawn. There were a couple bird baths here and there since Miguel actually had a liking for those two legged animals and some were already there for to begin singing their morning tunes when the sun ascended. Lawliet fished out his keys from the back pocket of the extremely baggy blue denim jeans and unlocked the door. Immediately his nose scrunched up when he smelled the stink of smoke and liquor and a faint whiff of blood. 'Blood?...'
"Lawliet-san? May I ask what you are doing up so late? Did you need anything?" The pale boy was a bit startled from the petite blond woman who was dressed in her hot pink pajamas and a night cap. It was on of the maid's and she was in charge for assisting all those who stepped inside the mansion whether is be a complete stranger or the masters of the house. Her blue eyes were glazed over trying to stay awake before the master's nephew and Lawliet felt a tad bit apologetic to wake up the maid at 5 in the morning but he hadn't called her so it was not his fault.
"Uh, I spent the night over at a companion's house and no thank you I just need to dress for school. Watari-san is expecting me to arrive soon." With that the raven boy ascended up the stairs and the maid returned back to her slumber.
He could hear the Satan snoring peacefully in his lavish bed as he ambled over to his room not once sparing a glance to his uncle. Lawliet opened the door to his room and instantly plopped down on his bed. The soft blue striped linen bed sheets tickled the equally soft pale skin whilst the raven boy breathed in the fresh lavender scent of his room. The maids would always spray so much lavender that sometimes it would suffocate him but Lawliet still loved the smell. The room was nothing how it looked like before, the window was opened and cool gusts shook the pastel-pale curtains, the air mixing with the fresh lavender scent and making it more faint smelling. The floor was spotless, no broken beer bottles and no whip. Rays of sunlight slipped in through the window and warmed up the pale boy's face, he sighed and got up from his bed to get ready.
Lawliet opened up his walk-in closet and stepped in Inky black orbs, disinterestedly, looked over the several t-shirts and jeans. He decided to wear his trademark attire of a baggy white sweater and fading blue denim jeans, slipping into them methodically. Another rush of air blew in through the window and made Lawliet shiver, the hair on the back of his neck standing upright. He reached for a fairly large pitch black sweater and stepped out of the closet, his room- closing the door behind him-, and out the front door of the mansion.
"Calculus. We'll be starting calculus today students." 'Ignore him. Just ignore him.' He felt the fathomless eyes bore holes into him, the eyes held intensity but was masked over so flawlessly. 'He'll give in. I'll tell him and he'll give in.' Light could feel his heartbeat merge with the continuous ticking of the chronological contraption, his ears zero-ing in on the soothing -- opposite) sound that reverberated in his head- a head, that right now, felt completely hollow-. Tick. Beat. Tick. Beat. 'Why am i so nervous then?'
A scrunched up piece of paper with flowers on it fell in front of Light and he glowered at the article, knowing very well the only person who uses flowery paper was Misa Amane. He twisted his head to search where the petite blond was sitting and saw she was two desks down from him. She had the most largest smile ever, her pearly whites gleaming beneath the light fixtures, and she darted her sapphire eyes from Light to the ball of paper and back, indicating she wanted him to read the note. The auburn male sighed and opened the crumpled paper.
Remember Mrs. Misora wants you to stay after school today!!
Misa Misa will also be there to help Light-kun! Misa Misa can't wait to see you there. Plus Misa Misa wants to have lunch with you today. It's a date!!
He glared intently at the forced meeting he would have to have with the annoying blond girl. 'Great…and I also have to stay after school today to help with the damn Halloween ball. I wonder if I should go or take Sayu trick-or-treating? Oh well I'll just see what happens, if I do go Misa will think it's compulsory for me to go with her and god knows I don't want to.' Letting out a deep sigh he continued to go over his plan mentally.
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Steely black orbs traced along the silhouette of the auburn male- who sat absolutely immobile, at least for what Lawliet could sense- and narrowed in when he noticed a flick of those amber eyes it looking back at him, for a split second but nevertheless he acknowledged, finally, that Lawliet was there. Throughout the entire math period Light had acted as if he forgot completely about what happened yesterday and everything about Miguel and the atrocious and inane refutations the raven kept spitting out, and what shocked Lawliet the most is how much of a perfect sang-froid mien emanated from the auburn male after being awoken up half in the night because his father had been shot. Not only that but he wouldn't even tell the raven boy who shot him and why and anything else that popped in his witty mind. 'He's planning something...It's inevitable that he would. He won't just let such eventful occurrences slip through his fingers with out his consistent amount of question and answers- those answers not coming out from his mouth but of mine- and his insane anger and irritation...Though it's quite humorous seeing him like that and me being the cause of it.' Lawliet, inattentively, kept tapping on his desk- of course not softly due to his course of thoughts- and was soon aware of it when Mr. Toichi put him on the spot.
"Lawliet, would you please stop tapping the desk like that? It's giving me a migraine." He stared blankly at the educator- who held onto both sides of his head tightly- and hadn't cease from the, accused, migraine commencement but increased the rate of his tapping.
"I don't see as to why this creates a migraine. It's is nothing but harmless tapping Mr. Toichi-san. Also if it was to generate a substantial amount of throbbing to your head you would not hold both sides of your cranium but one, since a migraine only affects partial of the brain." The entire class stared at Lawliet astonished but he, not once, spared a glance at them for his eyes stayed locked on the one auburn teen- who yet hadn't reacted- and he sighed deeply. Looking up to the crimson teacher he began talking again in hope it would catch Light's selective attention, his tapping rate escalating to such a degree it frightened the other student how utterly rapid his slender pale fingers made in contact with the desk. 'By me disagreeing to Mr. Toichi-san's wishes I am indeed risking the chance of not being able to come in here early than the other students but it's vain to me if only Light can acknowledge my presence and that I will do.'
"Alongside you would be experiencing biliousness and visionary complications. Even as I increase my tapping rate you haven't once under-gone any of those effects therefore I - "
A sudden leer was what he received from the amber male that twisted his head to look at the "innocent" and "naive" pale boy, he noted that it gradually faded and Light whipped his head back around, diminishing any traces of amusement he afore felt. Lawliet swiveled his eyes back at the fuming professor and was slightly taken aback at the oxblood complexion the man was- he could see faint smoke dancing in the air around his ears, a likely possibility it had escaped from the aperture-. 'Was it even possible to have smoke flow out your ear? That seems very unreasonable and exceptionally cartoon like.' But nevertheless Mr. Toichi was furious.
"Lawliet I did not ask you for you to give me a lecture on migraines now please stop that tapping or I will have to do something about it." Though there was nothing really the infuriated and asinine teacher could do to harm named boy he stopped knowing that the other students in the class was enjoying every single moment of this and he already had gotten Light to at least look at him- no matter what the expression may be-. Lawliet looked away from the man and stared hard at his hands, the lesson continued on undisturbed.
"So Takada-san was like I'M NOT GONNA WEAR AN ORANGE BELT WITH BLACK JEANS! And I'm like NOO IT'LL LOOK CUTE!! And she's like NO and I'm like YES…." The blond girl babbled on and on about her shopping spree with a couple of her friends and the many "adventurous" episodes they had to endure whilst sorrel globules scrutinized the sandwich before his eyes. The white spongy bread held atop it several thin slices of smoked chicken and herbal sustenance. It was a very simple looking sandwich but being alert and not in slumber during the hours before the solar sun had even risen from the depths below -having tribulations like his father being shot and an exasperating and perceptive teen who decidedly would give no such information about himself - his mind was not in a state to create a complex lunch and now the certain chatty Misa was eating away at his brains rapidly.
"Then Light-kun there was this boy I saw he was SOOO cutee!! Bug OH MY GOSH not anything close to being as cute like you Light-kun! YOU'RE THE BEST but anyway so I saw him and…." He did not care in the least what her thoughts of him were, hell, she could ruminate that he was the love of her life or the enemy-though any numbskull could identify her feelings towards him as the former than the latter, it most likely being infatuation than true love-. Oh how he felt suffocated by the waves of narcissistic and selfish thoughts that flowed out from the mouth of the air-headed blond, he just wanted to cork it shut. Light felt like his ears were bleeding, that every single drop of the crimson metallic vital life force was being drained out of him and he would soon, luckily, die but no such thing happened. 'Just shut up. Shut up already!'
Light was taught to respect women- no matter what their persona was and the situation- and to be chivalrous towards them. No wonder bundle loads of females thought the auburn male felt something of affection for them and they were love struck knowing that Light was their knight in shining armor but he cherished not any of them but only felt the necessary fondness of a peer- he had no idea how they would interpret his kindness-. That's how he got stuck with Misa, one simple act of magnanimity and he was forever burdened with the besotted girl. The amber male clenched his fist and gritted his teeth when said girl began to attempt to feed him one of her carrot sticks whilst cooing him like he was some infant refusing to eat anything nutritious- mind you he was perfectly healthy and strong-.
"No Misa I don't want it." He glared viciously at the blond girl- volatility naked but the obtuse flaxen haired girl completely oblivious to the fact she was witnessing the wrath of his unstable fury- who thought it outlandish for the refusal and wavered the orange produce in his face again. Light would've swatted the hand away- hopefully be able to compress his malevolence- and explain to the dumbfounded Misa that he was wholly capable of feeding himself when eyes locked onto the pale boy walking a few meters in front of him.
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A sudden gush of air swept over the school grounds, rattling Lawliet's baggy clothing and thick ebony locks whilst he sat- in his trademark position-underneath the bare Sakura tree, opening up a large hard-cover novel. Luckily the pale boy brought his sweater or else he would be cold to the bone from the chilly autumn afternoon. He held the novel with two digits - one on either side of the book as if it was some sort of foul specimen being analyzed by his perspicacious globules – and read the pages quickly- not in a hurry but because the raven was a quick reader -. Lawliet, vacuous that a certain auburn male was staring at him, kept reading his book slipping into the fictional realm of King Arthur.
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His heart sped up violently, hammering in his chest but he couldn't move his arm to clench at it. In the pit of his stomach he felt a swarm of butterflies flapping it's wings rapidly- probably a million times in a second, maybe even more- and his amber eyes never left it's gaze on the pale boy. The pallid skin, devoid of all sunlight, was now receiving the glorious warm rays and his skin was glimmering. Just then Light realized how angelic the raven's features were, so soft, so touchable. The auburn male tried to think, think of what was happening and why he felt this way but he was so flabbergasted he couldn't do anything but stare. He sharpened his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows and finally looked away from Lawliet but instantly returned for his heart throbbed when he wasn't looking but it also throbbed when he was looking. 'What the hell…'
Finally mustering up energy he began his train of thought, finalizing what all these feelings were but he couldn't put a name on it. It was so sudden, so abrupt, the strength of the feeling grew haphazardly. When he did look at Lawliet he did feel other enigmatic qualities but he always thought that due to the his situation of helping the teen, though right now he wasn't assisting the teen and the feeling was still here and stronger than ever. Did Lawliet catch Light's attention so hypnotically with his fathomless eyes? But no, Lawliet wasn't even looking at Light so that wasn't possible. Was Lawliet some kind of witch who engendered a magical spell on him? No, that was ridiculous but that was the best answer he could think of. What was wrong with him? A straight "A" student who wants to be a detective couldn't even come up with proper inquiries and give answers to them about his own feelings. That made Light furious but it all vanished in one swift move when the deep opaque orbs lifted from the book and met his amber eyes.
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Sapphire eyes stared curiously at the gaping auburn male and she cocked her head to the side, studying the peculiar shocked face of Light's. Since she spent countless hours looking at Light she immediately noticed the slight tinge of faint pink on the cheekbones of the auburn male. A smile itched on her face when she concluded that Light was blushing at her but no, the smile faded away. Light wasn't looking at her, he was looking at something else. She dropped the carrot and followed his amber eyes to the direction of a pale boy sitting unusually underneath a tree. Misa looked around desperately for somebody else Light must be looking at. A girl with bigger breasts then she had, one that wore skimpier clothing than she did, one that was more beautiful but there was nobody like that. Her cobalt blue orbs rimmed with red fury zeroed in as she studied the raven. Unruly thick black hair -that would easily camouflage in the midst of pool of ink-, atrocious sun-deprived pale skin that clashed with his hair, his clothing were all baggy and she couldn't tell if he had a build or not but either way he was no where close to being as handsome as Light yet he caused the auburn male to blush. What the hell was that?
Misa turned around to look at Light and her mouth dropped open. Does that mean Light was a queer? Or did Lawliet do something to cause the auburn male to blush? No, he hadn't once made contact with them so how could that be? It didn't make sense to her. The way his caramel eyes sharpened then softened then sharpened again and it kept going continuously. Misa knew that Light was thinking, thinking hard. She stared at it him more, noting all his facial features. His ruddy lips would quiver, sometimes forming an acute smile or frown but then it would vanish and only formed an "O" shape as in shock or thought. What was Light thinking about? Why had this boy catch the attention of Light without even trying? How did this boy make Light feel? She knew from the beginning she was in love with Light and that he would be the one she would marry, his children she would bear in her stomach. They would live together in a perfect mansion, he would have a perfect job, she would have perfect children, and life would be perfect. But she felt it all melt away when she looked at Lawliet. Her eyes narrowed when the flaxen haired girl saw Light and Lawliet both fixed eyes on each other, her stomach brewing with anger.
"Thank you." Soichiro smiled forcedly at the petite nurse. She gave him a quick grin and checked his IV before she ambled out of the room and shut the door cautiously. Chief Yagami heaved out a sigh and a large amount of carbon dioxide-he ignorantly held captive in his lungs-before he took in an abundance amount of oxygen again. His black eyes languidly looked around the room he was held in and he blinked several times to get use to the ample usage of white. White cabinets, white doors, white trays and instruments, his white bed, sheets, and pillows, was it because he was older that he got a less vibrant room? Or did little children even be put in these bland rooms when they were fighting for their lives? It appalled him that the director of this sanatorium wouldn't think to see how patients felt about staying in such an insipid atmosphere, though there was not much he could do about it. Breaking his line of thought the same petite amber nurse walked into the room again, behind her two men.
"Mr. Yagami you have guests. Mr. Touta Matsuda and Mr. Kenzo Mogi." With that the nurse gave a small bow and shuffled out of the room. Soichiro grinned scarcely as the two men approached his lying body. Matsuda was a fairly tall man, dressed in a black suit and tie, he was lean and didn't look like he had much of a build. He had- longer than most men- black hair that was let out, bordering the outline of his creamy beige face, a beaming smile that, actually, warmed up the dull room. Mogi, on the other hand, was a tall broad man, who just like Matsuda, was dressed in exact replica black suit. He was obviously no stranger to the gym and he had short, spiked black hair.
"Matsuda…Mogi, what are you guys doing here?" Soichiro Yagami was exceptionally pleased that the two fellow officers were here- more likely due to their profession than for personal reasons-, he needed to get his mind back on work and get back to capturing Miguel.
"We wanted to see how you were doing Chief and also….about Miguel." Named man nodded in recognition whilst Matsuda inched closer to his chief. He hated seeing the person he admired so much, his idol, be in a hospital bed feeling so vulnerable. He would gladly stay back and keep Soichiro company and protection if it weren't the same man disagreeing for him not to stay behind. Mogi did, in fact, like his superior but was not as willing to be close to him unlike his partner.
"I'm fine, and what about Miguel? Did you guys find anything from the crime scene?" His voice gradually antagonized as did his visage. Soichiro stared hard at Matsuda- who was indeed taken slightly aback at the aroused hostility of the elder-, who swallowed hard and returned the dark glare.
"They're still doing forensics but one of the investigators found a notebook. It was uh, Sadao's."
'A notebook…'
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