Characters: Light, L
Genre: Humor
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L's arms were wrapped in a vice grip around Light's waist. As it was, this was completely necessary.
Only twenty-three seconds ago, Light had been drying his hair in the bathroom. L was minding his own business, trying to make headway in the case when Light had suddenly gasped and sprinted from the small room like a bat out of hell.
L had watched as Light hastily unlocked the window to the balcony, fumbling all the while. As Light had thrown the glass pane open, he'd taken a step back in what seemed an attempt to gain better footing.
If L had acted even a moment later, he had no doubt Light would have hurled himself past the threshold and over the balustrade.
Light's hands pressed against the outside of the glass for leverage, but L's feet braced against the inside.
A strained howl erupted deep from Light's throat. "Let me go! I have to!"
"Cease and desist," L groaned.
"I can't live with this! I can't do it!"
L thought perhaps he was finally being eaten alive with the guilt of murdering fifteen thousand people.
His eyebrows perked as he tried again to pull Light back inside. Was this the headway he needed to close the case?
No. It was not.
"I can't get acne, Ryuzaki! I simply can't! Light Yagami does not get pimples!"
With a twitch of his eye, L moved one arm up to a choking position around Light's neck. He wished he could be surprised by this turn of events.
In twelve seconds Light's grip loosened and he was gently lowered to the floor.
Subdued, L could finally see what the fuss was all about.
To the left of Light's nose, a few centimeters below his eye, was the faint trace of discoloration.
It wasn't even a whole pimple yet.