-1Hello! Just to let every one know, going to Disney on your birthday is the BEST FRIGGIN IDEA EVER OH MY GOD! I counted how many times I was told happy birthday, and it came out to roughly 130 people! ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY! Including belle, Ariel, Cinderella, friggin MARY POPPINS, Alice, Wendy, the green fary from sleeping beauty, the fairy godmother, and I was glared at unnervingly by Maleficent (so I'll call that being said happy birthday to by a villain…) and I hugged Peter Pan! EEE!
Uhm…. Anyway….
I swear I'm not three, really, I'm not.
As another awesome note, I saw the Dark Night on my birthday, in DisneyWorld, the day it came out. YEAH. AND IT WAS SWEEEEEEEEEEEEET GO SEE IT! Anyone else see a similarity to L and Watari from batman and Alfred? Polite, understanding butlers who tend to their master's every whim, two vigilantes who are rich, strong, have strong senses of justice, incredibly intelligent…
Yeah, I'm crazy.
Also, if anyone else goes to Disneyworld any time soon, you should make a cardboard cut out of L and take pictures of him in Epcot in all of the candy shops around the "world". I wanted to, but alas, no cardboard, or scissors were to be found….
I'M DONE NOW, TO STORY! (sorry for the huge delay, just so much awesome happened I had to share XD)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, but I do own a cute card board cut out of L that I should've taken to Disney……
"What… What the HELL are you doing?!"
"LAW-"
"Don't you DARE speak to him! You think you can talk to someone above you like that?"
"Stop it! What are you doing to her?!"
"What does it look like? I am releasing my dear brother of his burdens."
"Don't look, please do-"
"WHAT did I just say? Really now, you should pay more attention."
"No. Don't do it! STOP IT!"
"GOD NO!! STOP B!!"
And with that, L said hello to the morning.
He sat there, in his simple queen sized bed with his hand out stretched in front of him, sweat rolling down his forehead, body in an upright position.
That was why he didn't sleep.
It wasn't because he couldn't, or that the sugar kept him awake, no.
It was his past hunting him down.
With breath haphazardly entering his lungs, he decided he needed to get out of this room. He needed to get out of this black and white and rainbow all over room. He needed someplace real, somewhere safe.
He had one place in mind, but hesitation lingered on the fringes of his decision. He was positive that Light wouldn't appreciate a six am wake up call. Despite that, he still lifted himself out of bed.
He just couldn't be alone right now.
He just couldn't be in this room right now.
So, he began to shuffle down the halls, hands shaking along with his legs, making his journey rather precarious when it came to the stairs up to the boy's dorm. Step after step, he had the constant paranoia of his knees giving out in mid-climb. When he had conquered the mountain of marble, he came to a halt.
The door was in front of him, but he wondered if he had the strength to open it. He desperately wanted to but he didn't want to dive into another fit of sharing. He…
He didn't want Light to know this part yet.
Just, not yet.
He felt his resolve drowning. Drowning in his own fear of being found out or forced into coming out from his protective lair of lush labyrinths and undersea caves.
But then again, this was Light.
Light understood the boundaries he had set up, because he had some too. He would be able to tell when it was the wrong time for questions, and the right time for comforting. A pale foot crept forward, still unsure, but the movement held a bit more strength now that it had some sort of assurance that things wouldn't go horribly wrong. A still shaking hand rose to turn a bronze handle, another came to push against heavy oak to reveal the dark chambers within.
He could tell which bed was Light's from a mile away.
Not only had he already memorized where it was from the last time he woke his friend, but also his was the only bed that was always in impeccable shape, bedclothes always neatly tucked in, regardless of whether or not someone was in them.
Light's head also held the only hair capable of glowing with the morning sun.
It made his spot in the dorm luminescent amongst a sea of dark silk.
L neared the resting place of this radiance and looked over it's source. Tan skin that seemed to hum in resonance with the golden tendrils that were trickling through the windows. Lips touched with pink were opened ever so slightly in the ease of Queen Maab's hold. Fingers like feathers were gently clasped around the very edge of his pillow's case, like a small child holding on to their mother's hand, finding safety and comfort in that warm, caring grasp.
L found himself once again in the arms of envy.
Not for this sleeping beauty.
But for his peaceful sleep.
There were no rivers of blood flowing through this boy's place of wonders.
So, maybe he could share.
He nonchalantly, and little bit purposefully, untucked the comforter and top sheet, feeling a small wave of warmth rush away like a song on the ocean wind. He slowly, oh so slowly, eased onto the fluffy down comforter, sliding beneath the silken underbelly of the sheets. One foot, one arm, half of his back, the other half, the other foot, the other arm.
And just like that, he was laying next to Light.
It was simple, and moderately easy.
It was nice.
But not enough.
He still felt tremors plaguing his limbs periodically. He could still feel the cold air next to him, on the inch or two of uncovered skin. He still had that final conversation ringing through his brain, cruel laughter licking at the shell of his ears.
So, he turned on his side.
And held Light.
Spooned Light.
And that was better.
It was a very loose hold, but still, it was better. With one arm wrapped around the other's side and a back against a chest, that was better. He could smell the shampoo that cleansed that sweet golden-red scalp. Coconut-lime, if he placed it right. There was an eighty-seven percent chance that the scent belonged to Herbal Essences' hydrating shampoo and conditioner, and that it was the exact kind that Light used.
Well, if L could be making deductions and creating percentages, he must be feeling better.
He knew the effects would be even greater if he were closer, if he could really have true contact, but he didn't dare risk it. He had mostly stopped shaking and was able to think clearly again, and that would have to do for now. He wasn't about to make a huge awkward affair over this little moment of weakness.
That is, he didn't mean to.
But, fate must really not have liked him because Light opened his eyes.
And they grew to be very, very wide.
L was at so much of a loss as to what to do in this situation, that he just tried to stay perfectly still. As if doing that would make him unnoticeable or something.
"Who… is that?" Honestly, it sounded like he was afraid of being raped in his sleep. It wasn't shaky or nervous, just too breathy for his normal tone, indicating an edge of fear.
"Do not worry Raito-kun, it is just me." Instantly, as soon as he opened his mouth, the pajama clad body relaxed. Thankfully, it seemed that he wasn't afraid that L would be the one raping him. At least he had garnered that much trust.
There was a moment of silence where Light's hazy brain began to assess the situation. L was in his bed, it was very early in the morning, he was being held, and well, L was in his bed. He would never do this, and the fact that the hold was so light and fragile meant that it wasn't one of any particularly strange passion. It seemed… desperate.
"L, what's wrong?" The continued silence from the boy behind him confirmed his suspicions. Something had happened to him. "L, really, what happened?" And finally, finally, the body came closer. The embrace became tighter, more contact was made, and Light felt his face grow hot. Smooth breath swept across the back of his neck, making goose bumps fly down his back. A hand was gripping the fabric over his heart, another held on under his right scapula. A scary thought occurred to him just then.
He was right a minute ago.
This wasn't affection or some strange act of annoyance.
This was desperation.
"Please," he brought his hand up to curl around the fist on his chest. "Tell me what's wrong. You're worrying me." Yes, he was just recently lamenting how he was supporting L more than L was supporting him, but right now, with him right here, this close, this needy…
He didn't really care.
He just wanted to make him better.
"I just had a nightmare. I am alright now."
"But, you weren't earlier." Not a question. A statement. He could feel the remnants of tension in those soft arms, could tell from the periodical twitch that not too long ago, he must have been anything but alright.
And once again, the silence told him he was right.
He rolled over.
And all of the air in his body left him.
The way L looked right now was just…..
Tragic and beautiful simultaneously.
Eyes too wide to be innocent anymore, lashes flush against fair skin. Highlights of the sweet light filling the room danced inside of those endless pupils, adding a lush beauty to those haunted orbs. His skin was paler than usual, allowing the sun to effectively paint him the lovely light red of his withdrawn bed curtains in the places their shadows touched. That same shade ran through his dark hair like wild horses, free and unattainable. It brought out the bends and the shapes in him, exposing all of the angles and curves all over the parts of him above the blankets.
The arm was still holding onto him.
Those fingers were still clenched tight.
Those lips were still pink and lightly pressed together.
Most likely to stop any signs of his true state.
Light put a hand against a porcelain cheek, adding a new color and fresh contrast. He looked straight into his counterpart, right into those dark depths, following the steps of the golden waltz that was taking place there.
"You know I'm here for you. Do you want to talk about it?" And with that, the contact was lost. It wasn't a harsh move though, just one of thought, of hesitation, of sorrowful rejection. The eyes flicked back and forth, searching the stark white of Light's nightshirt for the correct course of action.
And then, L shut those searchlight eyes.
He shook his head, but didn't stay still after.
His other arm reached out to sneak under Light's neck, the other relocated higher, entangling it's self into that glowing nest of gentle flames. Light let himself be pulled closer, to be pressed against the steep slope of L's neck.
He smelled like strawberries and coffee.
Light found himself leaning into the embrace more, wrapping his own arms around a too small waist.
"Raito, I can not tell you this just yet. I will though," A soft sigh blew across the sensitive skin under his hair. It made Light close his eyes too. "I need to. Just… Not right now." Fingers pressed into the fabric behind Light's neck as L gave him a tender squeeze. He felt their shins and knee caps connect. He made note of the lack of honorific too. "Just, stay like this with me for a while."
And that's what they did.
Even though they both felt the heat in their cheeks, they knew that this wasn't about that sort of thing. They knew this meant something more. Something deeper than the hormones that were being awoken as they lay there together. They both knew that this was about one needing, and one giving. However, they both still felt that heat.
And L wanted to drop kisses onto the top of Light's head.
And Light wanted to trail kisses down L's chin to his heart.
Neither one did though.
Because this wasn't about that.
This was about something more.
Awwwwwwwwww!! I finally got to the romance part! Well, sort of. I got to the romantic inclinations, and mostly out of the angst. So, Across the universe, sang by Jude from the movie, the instrumental version of the same song, and Light lights up Light were all I listened to this entire chapter, and I think it made it flowing and sweet. Well, I hope so anyway. The beginning was a little iffy for me because well… I've never really done a dream thing before, and I needed it to just be dialogue because I didn't want to expose too much, but I'm afraid that the incredibly dramatic glimpse into L's past was kind of, well, not dramatic enough. The pure dialogue thing makes it hard to convey a feeling of tension or urgency. But, I hope you all liked this! I really enjoyed writing it, and it's a bit longer too!
Drop me a line to let me know what you think! See you soon! (I think….)