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Light Yagami's day began quite normally, he woke up at five thirty (like every day), brushed his teeth, took a cold shower, re-ironed (he always ironed it before sleeping, too) his high-school uniform, clothed himself and went downstairs to help his mother finish making breakfast. Then he ate breakfast, saw his father off to work, went upstairs to awaken his younger sister, brushed his teeth again, finished buttoning his shirt and made his tie neatly, wearing his blazer and fastening his cuffs, pulling on his socks and threading a belt on. Light then made sure his schoolbag had everything he needed. Then he padded down the stairs and made sure his sister looked quite ready to leave for school, put on his shoes and left the house with a soft call of "Goodbye, Mother." Then he made for his high school, at a relaxed, unhurried pace.
As usual.
He ran into Yamamoto just before entering the school's gates, greeted the boy and they both silently made it past the gates and entered the school's grounds. The only difference today was that Yamamoto looked more awake than other days, was grinning like an idiot and was holding a lush, red rose (Light brushed it off casually). He made it to his classroom, expecting his usual clean, plain desk and chair.
Light Yagami's eyebrows disappeared behind his brown hair when he made it near his seat, surprise fixed on his face... What was the deal with all the hearts, flowers, chocolates, cards, and boxes piled on his desk, chair and on the ground by his seat. Then he remembered the date today - it was St. Valentines. Light stood there quietly, not quite sure what to do, blinking softly.
That was not usual.
Soft giggles and whispers waved into the room suspiciously.
'Boy, what I'd do to be you right now,' Yamamoto chuckled, clapping the Yagami on his back softly. 'But how the chicks think you'll haul all that with you is beyond me, though.. I'd bet even some guys put a little something there.'
Light glared at him, his ears warming up slightly, that was ridiculous. Then he glanced at the table again. His acquaintance did have a point there, just how was he going to carry all that with him? More importantly, how was he going to seat himself for today's lessons? His popularity must have increased this year, because this was the biggest amount of valentines he had received, during high school.
Light crossed his arms.
Yamamoto chuckled at him and left the room, coming back with a huge, carton box with "Fragile" and "This Way Up" written on it in black, solving Light's problem easily. 'I bet you want this put away before class starts. Come, I'll help you,' he said.
Light stepped forth and helped pack the objects carefully, feeling quite cheesy. He was not a fan of receiving valentines.
'What are you going to do about them?' Yamamoto asked.
Was it just him or did Yamamoto also hear the collective intakes of breath?
'I'll take my time and go through everything at home,' he replied, smoothly. 'I can't allow anything to distract me at school.'
Yamamoto opened his mouth to answer, but a round of squeals cut him off rather haltingly, they turned to see girls, and a few boys, peeking at them. Yamamoto grinned and said what he was going to say earlier, 'As expected from Light.'
Light was tempted to scowl at him. He settled for a soft punch on the shoulder. Yamamoto laughed good-naturedly.
It didn't stop there. Word went around that he was accepting valentines if they were placed in the box, instead of bothering him directly with it, and at lunchtime the Yagami left the room when a group of twittering girls dropped by, adding valentines to "his" box. By the time the school bell finally rang (two hours earlier, because of the day), the box was almost full to the rim. Light, grudgingly accepting the fact that it was now officially his box, hurriedly gathered the stuffed carton in his arms and turned around to make for the door, planning to leave the school grounds as fast as possible.
Yamamoto, faintly amused, stood in his way, took out his own rose and reached over, his hand hovering over the box of reds, purples, pinks, whites. A click, followed by a few others, sounded around the room (photos, he thought, dismayed) with an excited chatter. 'Hanako refused the flower - apparently some other charming guy already beat me to the mark,' he said mournfully. 'I feel bad letting a rose I cut from my mother's bush go to waste.'
Light eyes narrowed coldly.
Yamamoto paused and winked, for the girls giggling with their phones out. 'So I decided I'll give it to a certain good-looking, famous, pretty-boy I know. Nearly the whole school gave you something, so it couldn't hurt, you know. Plus, you're even more good-looking than Hanako.'
Murmurs of agreement passed from one person to the other.
Light glared at him, his ears burning. Yamamoto grinned wolfishly and dropped the flower, blowing him a teasing kiss. The girls giggled whispering something about "Instagram," a "fan page," "hashtags," et cetera. Light wisely made the decision to leave the room, making for the gates, Yamamoto yelling goodbye with a crack of a laugh echoing after him.
Unfortunately, it continued, even after leaving his school, there was still more people dropping valentines in his box as he walked home - even Middle Schoolers! They only ended when he finally made it to his home's street, and Light finally breathed in a gulp of fresh air, walking at a set pace.
He looked down the street, his eyes narrowing as he noticed something out of the ordinary. Had something happened? he thought. No, dad or mom, or even the police station would have alerted me.
Down the road, in front of his house, a small group of people had gathered, all of them either gawking, gossiping, or gaping at his house. A few snapping pictures - if the way they held their phones was any indication.
What was going on? Light's mind conjured a thought of his younger sibling, making his eyebrows snap together coldly, flames igniting in his eyes. Conclusions were forming in his head at the speed of lightning, piling and making him more and more angry. If he found anyone bothering Sayu...! Light growled, a low, threatening sound, like a cat flicking its tail warningly and flexing its claws. If he even found anyone giving her flowers, Light'll kick their bottom, chase them away with a hose, and spam their electronic devices with viruses, after glaring at them.
A sound of alarm was made by an older neighbour that noticed him coming down the street, her daughter squealed and immediately began filming, others following suit. Privacy, guys, privacy! Light wanted to scowl at them.
Light didn't quicken his step, his stride calm as ever, his eyes a dangerous vermillion. The guy bothering Sayu will pay. Dearly. He will. And Light was not one for cheap prices.
'Raaitoo!'
A very familiar girl's voice exclaimed, making Light unconsciously quicken his pace. A path broke between the sparse amount of people, they scrambled back, revealing his sister (thank goodness she looked unscathed), who ran towards him excitedly. Light stopped, waiting for her to reach him, a little bit confused. Wasn't there a guy bothering her?
That's what you get for jumping to conclusions, idiot, he reprimanded himself.
She stopped, Light wasn't very far away from the house, and gasped at the box in his arms. 'What?!' she yelled, an incredulous open-mouthed smile slowly spreading across her face. 'And you got a box full of valentines from hundreds of other people!!'
Light, fidgeting, quite aware of the cameras trained on them, asked. 'What is the matter, Sayu? What is wrong?'
'What? You don't know?' she demanded. 'But everyone who knows the Yagami must know, gosh! The Internet will break, at this pace! The amount of posts and reposts are more than the usual for you! Your fans have most probably increased! Even I saw the pictures of Yamamoto giving you a rose! That was so cute by the way, squee! And the one of that café waitress running out with that delicious looking cupcake you had to eat on spot - she must see you walking by every day! Hey! I hope you left some space for MY valentines, I mean, it doesn't make sense to not give you any now..'
'Stop rambling, Sayu,' he said, calmly. Oh, he was soo going to find that so-called fan page and take it down! This was embarrassing! 'And tell me what is going on.'
She glanced at him mischievously, her eyes shining with realization. 'This is gold!' she giggled. 'I first thought it was some rich person you snagged, or something!'
Light, exasperated, glared impatiently at his sister.
'Ok, ok,' she gestured. 'Someone sent a valentines.'
'What's so special about-'
Sayu grabbed his arm. 'Keep quiet and close your eyes! No peeping!'
Light complied easily, quite used to his sister's love of dramatizing everything, following his sister trustingly. Easier to just do it than argue with his sister (who will still eventually get what she wanted). He just hoped it wasn't a lunatic that left him a valentines, or a guy. He'd had enough of that for the day - for the year, actually! Light stopped when his sister stopped, waiting as she took his shoulders and turning him to face something, patting his face as she liked and took the box, placing it on the ground. He was getting slightly impatient.
'You'll have to send me the video, Tsukusa!' Sayu said.
Light wanted to roll his eyes, seriously?
'Oh-kay, Raito!' she uttered, stepping back.
Light opened his eyes, his sister nudging him enthusiastically. Light, at first, couldn't really register the image - there was just too much sudden colour - so he blinked. Blinked. Blinked some more.
And gawked.
Light, for the first time in his life perhaps, gawked, his eyes wide and disbelieving, his jaw tempted to go slack and drop unbecomingly. This... This... This was... ?... ?... ??? The sweet scent that hung in the air making a warm feeling pool in his insides. He turned to look at his younger sister. 'I must be daydreaming,' he said.
Sayu grabbed the skin on his neck and pinched with a vengeance. Light, reacting a bit late, yelped.
'Hey!' he said, rubbing his neck.
'You're not dreaming!' she exclaimed, jumping excitedly, her hair swishing.
Light turned his head back. This had to be a dream. It just had to! All these flowers? That was just...! Not really possible, right?
The yard in front of the Yagami house was covered, not visible, with piles, piles, piles, and more piles of flowers. The piles reaching his lowest rib, in height. The hugest amount of flowers he had ever seen in his whole life put together. Single stems. Single stems with ribbons. Bouquets. Bouquets of two, of three, nine, twelve, six, two, seven, more nines, six, twelve, elevens (Sayu squealed again). Bouquets of lush palm-sized roses. Thirteen flowers - Light stopped counting. Bouquets with a lot of green leaves, without leaves, others with a few leaves. Bouquets with ribbons. Dazzling white bouquets. Silvery white bouquets with pale blue or lavender flowers in between. Then, as though it weren't enough, on the walk right in front of Yagami property were the hugest, hugest bouquets anyone could have imagined put together side-by-side in vases. One of only red roses. Another of mixed-up types (roses the Yagami never knew existed) another of some pretty flowers he didn't even know the names of. Another was only red roses, with a sunflower at the centre. The others were all mixtures of huge, many-petalled roses. The Yagami's porch was barely visible, only a clean path leading straight to it.
Just how much money was all those flowers put together? Light was feeling flattered, flattered. There was something out there who thought he was worth all these flowers. He noticed that his heart was pounding louder. That or something wanted to just flaunt their wealth.
Either way, Light had to be dreaming.
Sayu rushed forward and opened the mailbox. Snow-white envelopes were stacked, neatly and tightly in it. The material oozing wealth. She gestured vividly, pulling out one envelope and waving it around. Light somehow wished he wasn't Light Yagami. 'These envelopes are so-ooooo white! With a red seal! How neat!'
Light, overcoming his speechless-ness, spoke. 'Are you sure this is all mine?' he asked, his face heating up slightly, his heart rate picking speed to go with the loud thumping. 'Maybe there was a problem with the post office - or the florist deliveries.'
'Cutiiee!! Oh, man!' Sayu squealed, clapping her hands and not helping her flustered brother one bit. 'There's three words on it: To Yagami Light! Ga-iiiiiizzz?! That's my brother, if you didn't know! Don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like this?' she sang.
Light was feeling uncomfortably hot, if he had powers he would have splashed his sister with a tub of water. He was feeling at loss with what to do.
'I wish someone could send me something like this!' She stuffed it back in carefully and grabbed his hand, gesturing at the bystanders. 'Come, come, it doesn't end here.'
Light followed, his heart in his throat.
'You guys wouldn't believe this,' she rambled, stopping at the steps and pushing her gawking brother up to the front porch. 'This guy has got to be the luckiest boy in existence! Man!'
A round of "woahs" left the people who had followed, everyone deliberately mindful of the flowers, as they caught sight of the porch. Light felt like turning around and taking flight.
Talk about feeling cheesy.
It was covered with boxes, stacks. Heart-shaped, plain, with bows on as decoration. Light blinked. This wasn't real. All that in one place was... did he walk in on a chocolate display? Patchi. Godiva. Light blinked again. Ferrero Roch. Guylian. The flustered boy turned around to gaze disbelievingly at the other side of the porch, where several large baskets with miscellaneous chocolates arranged to the brim sat, red-brown bows on the handles. Light's mind flashed back to his childhood as he read the names on several chocolate wrappers, his heartbeat on increasing. Mars, Kit Kat, Snickers, Galaxy, Bounty.
Just who?
'Ohh~h~' Sayu purred. 'You wouldn't forget your baby sister when you're eating all the chocolates, now, will you?'
Light looked down, noticing something laying in front of the door, a single bouquet of flowers, tied together with salmon-coloured string. His heart, unfortunately didn't relent. He bent over and picked it, inspecting the flowers, relieved that he could at least recognize a few - who knew blue roses existed? He started when Sayu inhaled sharply, a hand flying to her chest, her eyebrows rising pathetically.
'Aww, this is so~ sweet!' she said, after glimpsing the bouquet.
Light, confused, turned around and gazed at his sister, who read his expression easily. She grabbed his elbow and pulled him off the porch, presenting him and the bouquet to the camera Tsukasa was holding. Light, embarrassed red, wanted a hole to open up and swallow him up, gosh! his day was getting worse and worse!
'This is amazing! The person who did this is an absolute angel!' she said, gesturing, not taking into account her poor brother's feelings. 'Check! This here, a lavender rose means love at first sight. Of course, who doesn't fall in love with my brother? The white camellia means you're adorable (teehihiii), the red one, you're a flame in my heart.'
Light was getting the impression his sister had stayed up all night reading about flowers just so she would understand anything and everything about them - since today was St. Valentine's - in case someone gave her flowers. What a girl..
Sayu pointed excitedly. 'A Lily-of-the valley (where did they even get that!): purity, sweetness and pure love..' she said, pausing with a teasing glance at her brother (who glared at her). 'Oh, I'm getting jealous - a yellow tulip says sunshine in your smile. Honeysuckles (again, where in the world?): an everlasting bond of love. And last of all, as we can all see, he includes eleven blue roses, I'm sure the blue roses here mean unattainable love.'
Light was even more mortified when his sister snapped her head up, accusingly.
'Did you reject the guy, or what? Unattainable love? Oh, my heart!' She clasped her chest.
'No I didn't! Not that I would not reject him, but I don't remember meeting any loaded guys who sends flowers blooming from across the globe as a valentines wish!' he exclaimed.
'You wouldn't necessarily know a guy is loaded by appearance alone,' she muttered. 'Don't you know a particular Leonardo Lawliet? I wouldn't forget such a name.'
Light, mind blanking, actually gaped with surprise this time around. Lawliet? Did she say Lawliet?
'I knew it!' she said in a "aha!" sort of way. 'You know him! You must have rejected him or something. Why else would he do all this?'
'No,' he said, clenching the bouquet. 'I don't know him personally - how he even knows my name is a plain miracle! But everyone and anyone who cares about the justice system knows him, dad's beard! the guy appears even in the Times magazines, newspapers! He's the Suing-Attorney! Who doesn't know him? He's the world's best Attorney AND Prosecutor! Some even say his brother is the great Detective L! Of course I know about Lawliet!'
'So?' his sister said, gesturing at the fragrant flowers and chocolates.
'So?' he repeated.
'What's your answer?' she asked. 'Will you be this dude's Valentine sweetheart?'
Light sniffed, straightening his tie and flattening a fold on his blazer. 'My answer is obviously going to. . .to. .'
He stopped speaking when a car rolled to a stop right in front of those (big-ass) bouquets up front, smashing into Light's valentines box and pushing it away almost rudely. A regular car wouldn't have stopped Light's speech, but the car that had driven up did. The car that rolled to a stop was certainly worth all the gasps and gaping mouths. It was not every day a spanking Koenigsegg drove up to your house! The machine growled, purring to a smooth stop, Drake's One Dance began playing as the doors opened and a man stepped out. Light's eyes unconsciously scanned his tall, lithe, athletic build, his eyes gawking at the casual outfit he wore better than any top male model.
Was it just him or was the dude really walking in tune with his heartbeat (or was it the song?).
The man walked around, his shoes almost seeming to barely touch the ground, and stopped, leaning gently on his car, a small smile on his face. Light stared at the pale skin, contrasting perfectly with the black, black lengthy hair that fell in uneven wild spikes to his cheeks, chin and neck. His forearms attracted attention when he crossed them, the smooth forearms as pale as his face. The short-sleeved black shirt carelessly tucked into dark blue jeans at one corner, the mismatching black and dark blue shoes that were (at least) both branded All Star crossed at the ankles. The black sunglasses (in February, seriously?) that didn't look out of place.
Light did not realize that he had walked up to the guy until he was standing right in front of him, his face all hot and his heart thudding loudly. He glanced around, noticing his sister who was clutching another girl (who clutched her back) and staring on with creepy smiles on their faces. Light looked back the guy questioningly.
He removed his sunglasses and placed them on the lid of his car. Cool, grey eyes assaulted warm, amber eyes. Sunrays bouncing off one's dark black hair, while the other's hair seemed to absorb the rays and colour the hair something very near the colour red. The man chuckled, a deep, level sound that vibrated in the air more than it should have, his eyes going to the bouquet in the Yagami's hands with a pleased shade.
Two words flashed across Light's mind in that moment: Singing Frogs.
'Hello, I am Leonardo, would you be my Valentine's sweetheart?'
Light's mind jumped back to life at that sentence, and damn, he had heard it one too many times today. He opened his mouth, his fingers trembling and said, shakily, 'No.'
He frowned. 'Why not, Light-kun? I just ask to have your day, nothing more.'
Light glanced to the side, afraid that his staring would become noticeable - the guy was a bit too handsome, for goodness' sake! 'You bumbed my box of valentine wishes away,' he said, his voice squeaking shakily.
The man glanced at the carton (that he'd not so subtly pushed away with his car after noticing it from the picture of Light on the web). 'Ah, sorry about that,' he apologized.
He did not sound, or look, the slightest bit sorry.
'You're adorable,' he complimented. Light glared at him. 'Just one day, I'll give you anything you want.'
'Why should I accept? You're probably a creepy guy,' Light said, frigidly. 'How do you even know me?'
'Isn't this more mysterious?' he asked, grinning roguishly.
Light huffed and handed him the bouquet, marching to the box and hauling it up in his arms.
'Please?'
You know that I don't play... Drake sang.
Light walked past him.
'I'll replace anything I smudged,' he said, stepping after Light, who was still pink-faced. 'Please, just be my Valentine, please?'
'I'm straight, you know,' Light said.
'I can make you fall for me, just give me a chance,' he said.
'No. What language do you want me to tell it to you in?'
L pulled out his phone and handed it to Sayu, saying, 'At least let me click a picture with you, as a souvenir.'
'Yess!' Sayu squealed. 'Ahahahaha!'
Light, mortified, was suddenly grabbed, an arm round his waist, the carton placed down and kicked away with Sayu jittering excitedly about Valentine's photos.
'My new profile picture,' L told Light.
Sayu handed the phone to him, jumping up and hugging them. 'Man, Light, you scored yourself an awesome-as-chocolate gong! Accept already! I'm rooting for you, Leonardo!'
Light pushed them away. 'Gong?' he asked. Somehow, he doubted that the guy's name really was Leonardo.
Sayu exchanged a secret glance with her friend.
'There is another, more common way of saying it,' L said. 'But I'm afraid you might understand it.'
'Ahh, Leo-niisan,' Sayu said, waving a hand around. 'Raito's a total clueless idiot when it comes to such things.'
'But he's no idiot when it comes to other things,' he replied, smiling at Light.
Light huffed in an unimpressed manner, yet his cheeks burned, quite pleased, his heart thundered away, extremely flustered, and his hands shook, very flattered. The boy walked away, into the house and slammed the door shut.
L touched his chin, sighing regrettably, maybe he had overdone it a bit... This was the last time he ever listened to the side of him that had convinced him that impressing Light Yagami with flashy things was a good idea. Dammit, he had even had one of his cars flown to Tokyo with him!
'Don't worry,' Sayu said endeavouringly. 'I will get you your Valentine's date, Leo-niisan.'
Inside the house, Light crawled down to the basement, deciding then and there that he'll no more help his sister with her homework.
Be my Valentine's sweetheart? Like hell! Who did this guy think he was?
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