Why is it that L and Light are always in the middle of an arguement when I write about them? Ah well. This is just some pointless fluff.

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So, here's the twenty-ninth :)


29. Rain

The only problem was the rain.

Summer had ended and a cold front had moved in over the weekend, and now they were in the back of the limo headed to a meeting who-knows-where, and L knows that Light should've been in a good mood. Light should've been near giddy to get out of the building and into fresh air, Light should have at least let his hand linger on L's shoulder (their own twisted form of a "thank you,") before sliding into his seat.

The only problem was the rain. Light had a tendency to act a bit more melodramatic than usual when it was raining.

Light was staring out the window (as he was wont to when in the limo, rain or shine), with a sort of dark something in the way his lips turned down. He was staring out the window at the endless city passing by, and when there was no city then the endless ocean, and when there was no ocean then the endless metal road signs.

And L was staring at Light, because while Light had a tendency to be melodramatic when it was raining there still must have been something to put him into a melodrama-worthy mood in the first place. What that something was, L couldn't be sure, but he knew that dealing with a moody Light was like walking across a minefield. Every step must be cautious, because L didn't know what would happen if Light blew up.

"Ligh-"

"What do you want?" Light snapped sharply. Light had obviously anticipated L's speaking.

L was silenced. He couldn't bring himself to answer Light, not this Light.

Light, eyes baleful, turned to look over his shoulder at L in the seat next to him. Light was wearing a jacket over his long-sleeved shirt because of the cold, and masculine gloves over his fingers. The collar of the jacket was turned up, and Light seemed particularly menacing. "What?"

"Nothing." mumbled L as he turned out to look through his own window. He had been right, there was something bothering Light, and L was not going to try to address it. It was not L's job to sort through Yagami Light's issues, psychological wounds, past childhood trauma. (It sort of was, though. It sort of was L's job to sort through Light's issues. Which may have prompted L to again ask:) "Light?"

"What is it, Ryuuzaki?" His voice still held that anger, that nameless hostility.

"Is something the matter?" asked L, not at all in the quiet monotone he was supposed to be talking in.

Light made eye contact once more, and L swallowed. "No, of course there's nothing the matter."

"But-" Light turned away and L broke off, unable to think of an end to that sentence. But wait? But can you just tell me? But can you stop ignoring me? But please? The only problem was the rain. If it wasn't raining, L might have been able to talk in complete sentences. (But that wasn't quite fair, to put such blame on the innocent rain.)

Light leaned against his window, and L watched him carefully as the streetlights flew by and the orange light filtered through the window speckled with rain and threw shadows onto Light's skin. L shivered, the muscles in his throat tightening as his teeth were about to chatter. L exhaled, in an effort to stop the involuntary noise-making.

Light heard and turned his head once more to look at L, and an uncomfortable feeling settled into L's stomach.

"Ryuuzaki?" said Light, quietly, and L waited for the explosion.

"Y-yes, Light?"

Light turned around to fully face L, hand going out instinctively to L's shoulder, and it was only then that L realized all of that empty hostility had disappeared. "Are you cold?"

"Ah..." said L, unsure. Here was Light, and perhaps this would be the solution to their dilemma... and Light was never cold...

Light's arm was around L's shoulders before L could decide, and L's cheek was pressed up against the fleece jacket and Light's chest, warmer. L dexterously unbuckled his seat belt so as to nuzzle closer to Light's side, and Light pulled him closer.

The only problem was the rain. Except not really, because melodrama works both ways, and minefields can be cornfields, and Light isn't always as cold as he seems.


The cornfields line was an unintentional allusion to my good friend Bekeyboo (because I didn't know how to not say cornfields). So Recca if you're reading this... sup, lol.

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