"Watari, pen please."
Without question the loyal butler reached deep into his breast pocket and produced a sleek black fountain pen. Following the path of this object from one hand to the next, all eyes in the lavish hotel room turned inquisitively to the one who sat with his knees tugged beneath his chin. His wide saucer eyes remained transfixed on Raito as he dangled the said pen between his thumb and forefinger –L had always preferred to hold his stationeries this way.
Without looking down at what he was scribbling, in several jerky strokes later, L sloppily folded the paper twice before purposefully sliding the parchment across the coffee table's slick surface.
"Raito-kun, this is my offer. On the bases of our friendship and our connection through this chain," L jingled the handcuffs and continued to scrutinize his companion over their afternoon tea with unnatural unblinking eyes. "I hope you will at least consider it."
Over the past two months Raito had taken colossal strides to get use to the unruly boy's strange behaviors but as he watched L chewed childishly on his thumb Raito felt his all previous efforts plummet straight to hell and combusted. Unfortunately for him, as Raito Yagami, the perfect son, student, and human being as a whole, he had certain obligations he felt he must fulfill –like unfolding the soiled paper, biting back disgust as he looked away from the childish detective who had begun licking away at his sugary thumb, and reading L's scrawny scribble on the crumbled paper.
Kira,
I know you can choose how your victims die, so I thought you should know my preference- make it chocolate.
Yours maybe,
L
Ps. Note: my favorites are Mars Bars and Reese's Pieces.
Raito looked up to find those dark round orbs still on him, silently requesting a verbal confirmation while analyzing Raito's every twitch and shiver.
If this was a joke, it was a very sick one.
Certainly there was no way he himself could be Kira... could he? For the life of him, he could remember no such thing.
"Ryuuzaki, very funny," Raito chuckled politely as he pushed the paper back across the table, smile strained. "But this is ridiculous."
"Denial; eight percent."
"Excuse me? There you go again! You are suggesting-"
"Aggression; nine percent."
"Stop that," Raito grinded out through clenched teeth, barely suppressing his infuriation. While it was true that no one gets under his skin like L could, Raito refused to do anything that would endanger his innocence. This was obviously a bait from L. Keep cool, Raito, he told himself. Keep cool and don't let him get to you. "Just because you falsely accuse me as Kira like you always do, doesn't mean I'd spend money on you to buy Reese-whatever."
"Watari, note: Kira prefers Reese. We must restock to keep him occupied then."
"ARGH!"
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