Title: Che Sarà, Sarà

45. Justice: The administration of what is just or right.


It was easy to say that things had gone exactly as he had thought they would.

Looking back, as the unorthodox detective quietly stared up at the malicious smirk that lay on Yagami Raito's face in his last dying moments, L refused to admit he was disappointed.

L had always been a being that thrived on the predictable and inevitable outcomes.

So in the end, this all came as no shock.

Yet in the span of time when L Lawliet had only had his own and Raito's company in the dark hours of the night, he himself would have had quite a different story to tell…


"Ryuuzaki."

L dropped the donut he held within his two-finger grasp as Raito's mellow voice filled the void within the dark room, the tension from the night before stifling the atmosphere in all its cluttered glory.

"Last night…"

Dark hair obscured wide eyes as L bowed his head, not sure what he should say. The night before had been a mistake, words said that should never have been spoken, much less thought, had been whispered in the heat of the moment.

But Raito, it seemed, was willing to cross that fine line…

Something L wouldn't admit to being scared to do.

"Did you mean what you said?"

This was where L would have to make his choice. He had dug his own grave…

Now, he would have to lie in it.

Silence echoed throughout the room as L refused to look up into those hypnotizing caramel orbs, deceptively innocent, though L believed otherwise. Somewhere inside Yagami Raito lay the mysterious killer Kira, carefully hidden within the entity now displayed for all to see.

Could L take this chance? The last chance, in fact, he may ever have at even the smallest bit of happiness?

"Yes, Raito-kun. I did."

It didn't matter, anyway.

L doubted he'd live to see the end of the Kira investigation whether Raito was truly Kira or not.


"Alright, that's it."

Raito got up, jerking L along with him as the sugar addicted insomniac continued to munch on his cake, eyes widening at the sudden exclamation of anger.

"Why is Raito-kun so frustrated?"

"Well, let me ask you this, L." Oh, L knew he was in trouble when Raito said his name like that. "When was the last time you took a shower and just relaxed?"

"…"

L's impossibly wide ebony eyes got that much wider.

Cleanliness and relaxation weren't on his list of things to consider when trying to catch a mass murderer who magically killed people out of thin air and who had inner-monologues about wanting to rule the world.

L thought he had his priorities straight.

"C'mon. We are going to take a shower, and then we are going to get a proper night's sleep, whether you want to or not!"

Raito obviously did not.

"… … Will this shower somehow evolve into shower sex?" L absently asked as Raito began to pull him towards the elevator.

Raito's face turned a delicious shade of red before sputtering out indignantly.

"Ryuuzaki, let's go!"

L ignored the muttered 'pervert' and grinned lewdly.

That was a most definite yes.


Obsidian orbs scanned the information going down the screen, absorbed in the numbers and letters enrapturing his ever diligent gaze. One hand grasped a fork as the other continued to type rapidly, shoveling pastry in his mouth as L continued to scan the contents in front of him.

"Ryuu-za-ki…"

L ignored the first call.

"Ryuu-kun…"

L then proceeded to most definitely ignore the second.

"L-chan!"

All typing and chewing stopped abruptly.

"What did Raito-kun just call me?" The detective asked, his agitation hidden by the blandness of his voice. "Please tell me I was hearing things."

"Hearing things like what, L-chan?"

"Raito-kun! I am not, nor have I ever been called 'L-chan,' so stop that this instance!"

"…"

Round hazel eyes appeared before the older man's gaze as L attempted to turn back to his work and at least try to get something done.

"But I'm tired…"

L's eye twitched.

"Please…"

If only they created a manual for these things.

"Fine. I am done anyhow. Let us go so Raito-kun may get the proper amount of sleep that is required to maintain his boyish, yet still feminine, features."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" The apparently androgynous man cried out, grabbing a mirror from out of his pocket and carefully expecting his gorgeously tan face.

"Whatever you would like it to mean, Raito-kun. Whatever you would like it to mean."


"Ryuu, I'm bored."

"…"

"Ryuu…"

"…"

"L."

"..."

"Are you awake?"

"…"

"You're just ignoring me, aren't you?"

"…"

"So I suppose if I just started stripping right now, you wouldn't-Oomph!"

Dark eyes glanced down at the body below them as the chain lifelessly hung on top said pervert smiled excitedly down at his lover.

"What was this Raito-kun said about stripping?"

"L…" Raito's eye twitched as he felt a vein throbbing against his temple. "There is a 100 percent chance that you are a complete and utter pervert."

"Just 100 percent, Raito-kun?"

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, ALREADY!"

"Not until I am guaranteed my strip show."

"You would think that you would be more professional towards someone you thought was Kira." Raito dead panned, his mouth set in a thin line as he glared up at the detective, trying to get himself out of the death grip and hopefully into the bedroom…

To totally sleep, of course.

Yeah… sleep.

Right.

"Would Raito-kun prefer I were more formal?" The childish investigator pouted as his grip on the former Kira loosened, dark eyes taking on a rather mischievous look. "I think that would make me sad…"

"The cute look really doesn't work for you, Ryuuzaki." Raito stated flatly, waiting for the older man to finally get off his person. "Could you please give me some breathing space now?!"

"Why?"

"God damn it, Ryuuzaki!"

"That's not very nice, Raito-kun."

Raito threw his head back, connecting it with the floor beneath his body as he groaned in frustration.

"I'm not getting up anytime soon, am I?"

"No Raito-kun, you're not, but, think of this way, at least you're not bored anymore."

Raito sweat dropped.


Raito yawned as he stretched his arms above his head and continued to gaze at the monitors in front of him, not noticing the pair of deceptively void eyes keeping their sights discreetly on him.

"Gosh, I'm so freaking tired…" Raito yawned once again as he kept his eyes on the screen, L still staring at his drowsy figure. "Can't we go to bed yet, Ryuuzaki?"

L blinked as he was brought out of his daze by the pointed stare and the sound of his 'name.'

"What?"

"Bed?" Raito repeated, too tired to even sound annoyed at the insomnia ridden detective. "Can we please go to bed?"

"I… suppose so."

L slowly raised himself from his chair, body straightening for a moment before going to back to its usual hunch. A tiredness he himself had never actually felt before drained him, L almost stumbling against his own two feet as the two young men began to shuffle towards their room.

'It's going to be a long night…'


As tired as he had felt, L still had not been able to get any sleep.

He could not understand it.

The older man felt the 17-year-old shift beside him, a sleepy sigh escaping his lips as he continued to dream on, oblivious to L's own restless state.

Usually, when L was particularly tired, he was able to at least get an hour's sleep before waking up re-energized and whole. It was simply the way L's body had been programmed, even as a young child.

Whilst other children in the orphanage he had resided in would be pleasantly unconscious, he would still be awake, reading book upon book or recording the events of the newest police investigation shown on the news, testing his genius to its farthest of limits. Yet, whenever he had needed to simply shutdown and 'rest', he had been able to with no problem.

"L, what's the matter?"

L blinked as the muffled tenor voice exhausted with sleep reverberated within his ears, jolting him out of his reverie. "Raito-kun should be asleep."

"So should you." Raito shot back, turning around so that he was now facing the detective who lay in his signature fetal position. "Now tell me, what's the matter?"

"…"

Raito rolled his eyes at the solemn look on L's face, the man obviously torn between wanting to be comforted and not knowing if Raito was truly the person who he wanted such comfort from.

"Oh, just spare me the whole 'I am infallible Justice' act; just tell me why you can't sleep so that we can do something about it. I'm too damn tired for this shit."

"Raito-kun is so romantic." L dead panned, eyes fixated on the space of mattress in between them. "He truly knows how to sweep me off my feet."

"It's all a part of my charm." Raito moved closer to the bundle of detective beside him, poking him on his side in an attempt to get his full attention. "C'mon… what's up, L?"

"… … I would like to snuggle with Raito-kun."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Really?'

"Yes."

"Really, reall-"

"Yes, Raito-kun. I want… to snuggle."

Raito sighed once more before grabbing the mound and pulling it closer to his person, awkwardly allowing the older man's arms access to his waist. L pulled himself out of his fetal position and straightened as best as he could, both men lying quite stiffly against the other's form.

"…"

"…"

Both men stared at each other for a full minute before coming to a shared realization.

'This actually feels comfortable.'

The tension rose just a bit…

Before a heady relaxation permeated the room.

"We shall never speak of this again." Raito mumbled, his eyes groggily shutting in exhaustion.

"Agreed." L smirked, his own gaze becoming blurred over as sleep began to fog his mental processes.

Both men slept contently, neither waking even once throughout the breaking of twilight and early morning dawn.


So now, not even a couple of weeks after his time of passionate kisses and phony (fragile) trust, as L Lawliet lay with the pain palpitating against his chest, whilst staring up at those once pure eyes, he wondered just why he did it.

Nights spent closer to another human being than he had ever been before, trying to hold onto a feeling that he knew was only fleeting, L wondered if he regretted putting his heart on the line and taking the chance.

If anyone had asked L how he had felt about Yagami Raito, he would have told them that he didn't care about the boy in the least; he was just another criminal meant to be placed behind bars and then put to death.

Yet those were only words said to placate the many around him, stories to tell when the real thing threatened to consume him whole.

When one had to play their role as Justice, sacrifices had to be made…

Even if it meant sacrificing one's own heart and life.


There we go; the companion piece, all nice and fluffed up with a tinge of angst. Lol! Many thank you's to my beta, Kitsune55, and thanks for reading you guys! We're really in the homestretch now... five more to go!