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Light drooped his lips turning down, his fingers fiddling with the hem of the Sailor Moon-themed shirt Watari had purchased for him. 'I'm sorry.'
L glared at the kid (not that the difference was even visible). 'Is that all you are saying to excuse yourself?'
Light tilted his head and stared up at him, nodding affirmatively, his chin pushed up remorsefully. L uselessly tried to think of drowning the boy again, the bath downstairs was big enough. But it was hard, with the way the kid was staring at him. L began even wondering if it wasn't his own fault after all, forcing himself to not ruffle the tempting blonde hair reassuringly. 'Thank your lucky coins most of the heat was absorbed by the material of my jeans, Light-kun.'
Light beamed. 'You forgive me?'
L stared at him quietly, feeling cheated. He only let him go because the burns weren't serious.
Light's smile shrivelled off his face with a blink at L's stare. 'I am really sorry, Ryūzaki-san. It was an accident.'
L's thin lips thinned even more severely. He could have bet that the boy only apologised because he was cornered. Literally. The backstabbing little charmer.
'Ryūzaki! You aren't gobbling cake, what a pleasant surprise.'
A smile spread across the boy's face a second before he ran around L and scampered over to Watari. L also turned around and slouched over to the duo. Light was beaming at Watari, who had ruffled his hair and given him a thick picture book labeled The Wizard of Oz.
I hope that wasn't bought from my money, L groused silently. Knowing Watari, though, the chances were slim. He had already spent plenty over the spoilt Yagami, what with purchasing the latest cameras for surveillance and building a building. But then again, I had told Watari that I would exclusively pay every pound expended on the Kira Case.
'I hope you fed him, Ryūzaki,' Watari said.
'He did,' Light intervened, proudly. L wanted to roll his eyes, but they were quite sore from lack of sleep, so he huffed silently - the kid didn't have to sound so satisfied with himself; I am the one who cooked it.
'It was a sticky mush called oatmeal, Watari-san.' He gestured vividly, forming imaginary images. 'It needed a lo-ot of sugar though-'
L could personally agree with that.
'-and it was hot-'
L interrupted. 'And he spilt it all over me, Watari.'
'That means you didn't get a full breakfast,' Watari wisely concluded, totally ignoring L's complaint.
'I hope it is not a foreign breakfast, Ji-san,' Light said, grabbing Watari's hand an eager smile on his face.
'What about my burns, Watari?' L complained, still in his monotonous manner of speaking.
Watari waved his hand dismissively, 'Go put on some wet towels or something, I need to get Light a proper breakfast.'
Why did this happen whenever Watari got himself another kid to take care of? L stared after them jealously. Until Light asked Watari, 'May Ryūzaki come too? He looks really sad.'
L felt his face grow clammy with embarrassment when Watari laughed at him, ruffling the boy's hair (Why did all old Englishmen have a fascination with ruffling boy's hair? The kid's hair will fall out at this rate! Not that L cared or anything - it would distress the Chief though.) L's hunched head and shoulders sagged even more.
Why did the boy get a treat in the place of a scolding (or drowning?)
L suspected taht this little Kira was an extremely spoilt kid.
...
'Well,' Soichiro said, chuckling. 'I am afraid we are to blame for that.'
L's half-mast eyelids lowered again, his eyes sliding to where Light was watching Aladdin with the other force members. Really? 'How is that, Chief? He is clingy, bipolar, annoying, and spo-'
'Spoilt, yes, I know,' he sighed. 'My wife and I spoilt our children, I am afraid, and for the clinging - well, both my son and daughter were like that. Seeking attention, hugs, but you know what they say about children and hugs..'
He had muttered that last bit. 'Rai-chan quickly grew out of it, though I think peer pressure had something to do with it.'
'So your son right now is like that Hug Trader in Angry Birds?' L deadpanned, the chief nodded (L wondering how he still looked so wise). 'That is a dangerous trait.'
'Not really, he is like that only towards people he likes, but then again, Light made friends with anyone who'd give him a chance, children are the best things about the world.'
'With his attitude?' L asked, eyes almost aghast. 'And speech? Sounds too grown up for his age, don't kids isolate weirdos like him?'
The Chief was about to answer when..
'Can yo fuwend du dis?!'
They both glanced at the group when Mastuda abruptly began singing along with the Genie of the Lamp. Light exploding into peals of childish laughter at his imitation of the song. L wondered again how he made it up the ranks until he was working directly under the Chief. Said Chief dropped his head into his palm.
'It's like they're desperate for a distraction from the Kira Case and are all pleased with Raichan's sudden transformation... speaking of,' he turned to L, 'Ryuuzaki? Do you know what caused this? My son's-'
'You ain't never had a friend like me!'
'Look,' L cheered lamely, desperate for a change of subject. 'They're singing.'
He hated not knowing the answer to something bad enough already, but now admitting it? He wouldn't do that so easily, especially when he himself wanted to know the answer just as bad. Luckily the police officer bought it.
'Makes one wish to join,' the Chief sighed fondly.
L blinked, I know, right? With Light laughing infectiously and clapping his hands, L had the sudden and stupid urge to grin and start singing. Too bad I have a bad voice. 'Not me, I would scorn to do something so mind numbing,' he denied.
'A'addin is silly,' Light piped up.
What in the world happened to the criminal case? L was not fond of all this savage jeopardization of his lifestyle. First the boy (older version, please) forces him out of the shadows (where he enjoyed life) so he could gain information on his suspect and now he is obliged to babysit him when he transforms into a child? Second, the boy was easily distracting everyone and usurping his power over the Task Force into his own chubby fingers. He even had Mogi speaking up more!
L was going to find a solution to this. No matter what, because he wasn't sure he could live with a child. A child (he glared at the merry group of spectators) who was using his working office as a playground, a child filled with stupidity (that was contagious, you know, just look how many people have failed classes because their friend did. L didn't want to become a clingy fat-cheeked stupid detective.) and hugs.
He was going to fix this.
...
'What is it, Light-kun?' L muttered, hoping the boy would go away.
The kid frowned curiously, not budging.
L peered down at the boy - who had lifted his arms in an outstretched manner, staring at him expectantly - and blinked owlishly. What was it now? Did he want to brush his teeth? Or did he want more sweets (the kid was getting too spoilt).
'Up,' Light clarified, miffed that the "great detective" didn't know what he wanted.
L looked up. 'The ceiling's just fine, Light-kun.'
Light's jaw slacked slightly for a short disbelieving moment before he lifted his aching arms higher and said once more. 'Up, Ryūzaki-san.'
'Oh.. For the child's sake, he wants to be carried,' Aizawa chided. 'It's universal language, Ryūzaki, even a Russian would understand what he wants.'
L looked down at Light, who smiled slightly and gestured again. L's eyes rolled back up immediately and said, dismissively, 'No.' Stepped around him and slouched away. Intent on getting to his computer.
Light scowled and crossed his hands. That always worked! People always carried him if he asked! Light was tired of using his legs and was tempted to just plop down to the ground and rest his legs, but that was not elegant at all. The boy stuck his tongue out at L's hunched form, it's not like as if he specifically wanted L to carry him, he had wanted his dad to carry him (but Tousan was cast under a witch's spell that gave him white hair [his back might crack, like Grandad's]), in the first place. That was why he had asked him.
Well he also wanted to see if he was strong, surely, someone so pale couldn't carry a child.
So Light ambled over to Aizawa, who easily grabbed him and put him on his shoulders (Light delightfully grabbing his fascinating hair).
'Hey, Chief?' Aizawa said suddenly. Light waved at his father. 'I wonder if Light could meet my daughter..'
'That won't be possible,' L cut in. 'We can't let anyone know about "Raichan" so going out is out of question.'
He was a bit sour over the fact that Light hadn't even tried insisting he be carried again and gazed at the grinning pair with his unnerving eyes.
'I can't go out?' Light repeated slowly, before scowling at L with eyes that said he didn't like that.
L couldn't help retorting.'What are you going to do about it?' he mocked.
'I will go out,' he insisted clearly. 'I want to see Madame again and see the blossoms.'
'Hah, we'll see about that.'
Author's Note
Sorry if it's such bad quality, I'm still a bit sour over the results of my exams and couldn't type anything without becoming all depressed. I have a list of fun and cute scenarios I want to type, but I couldn't, every try was too half hearted and not what I wanted. I did not want to publish crappy depressed stuff. This will have to do for now.