Lovely
"Do you like wearing white to feel superior to me?" was a question one Light Yagami asked L Lawliet, as the two of them were sitting in Miyashita Park, trying to relax.
Why were they trying to relax? Because Light had actually reacted well to L's trying to redeem him, and the two of them had run away together to try and starve off execution for Light.
At this point, they should have been heading for the airport and back towards Wammy's, where they would both be safe… But when Light had started to have a mental breakdown and disassociate, L had suggested venturing out into the lovely Shibuya, so they could get some air.
L hoped that Light seeing all these people out shopping, and alive, would make him realize that he of course hadn't killed everyone, and he shouldn't hurt himself for his actions, but rather live to help these people to find absolution… but L wasn't sure.
But the question Light asked L now, was one that L should have expected, he knew: it was easily the types of thing one of them might have demanded of the other, when they'd still been rivals… if either of them could ever be honest a day in their lives, that was.
…But L couldn't help feeling somewhat stung that Light would lash out at him now, after he'd pretty much confessed his love to him and saved him. But we all did insane things when we grieved, did we not? So, L supposed he couldn't hold it against Light too much…
"If you're asking if I wear white, because it's supposed to be a color of purity… and if you're wondering if I started wearing it more and more when I narrowed down you as Kira… the answer is no, Light. I'm not doing this to make you feel like a monster, since you like to wear black. I've always found such notions about colors pointless, anyway."
L heard Light let out a breath then; and the man seemed like he was beginning to smile again, bit by bit. And L reminded himself, that his friend had once been someone who thought life would leave him behind, and had only wanted simplicity, anyway. Light hadn't always been the psychotic mastermind... And as such, hearing L say that he wasn't trying to frame him any worse than he saw himself as, probably would put Light's mind at ease: a mind he was trying more and more to make innocent again.
"You know, Ryuga… it never made sense to me that black was seen as evil, or that it's a lack of color. I mean, when you mix paints together, they all turn black. So, shouldn't it be that black is actually all colors, and not white?"
L grinned; it was just that Light had the sweetest look on his face as he was musing this. And he was handing L a pouch of sugary sweetness. And it was surely his imagination, but somehow the taste of strawberry tasted even better to L with Light by his side. Young love and all that, he supposed.
L had missed this inquisitive side of Light. And he was glad to see it was coming back, and to know that his lover wouldn't always be down in the dumps.
"And that's exactly why I don't like black and prefer white, Light-kun. Because I feel the same way about it that you do. And since I see myself as above everyone—and refuse to be ruled by something as inconsequential as color—I choose to be something other than it: what I see the absence of it being as."
And though L had thought that if he was ever awarded a searing kiss from Light Yagami, it would be after their encounter in the parking garage… he found that Light kissing him now was ninety-nine percent reasonable and lovely, too.