L did not know what he was supposed to do in such a situation. He absolutely did not know. Matters concerning Yagami Light often did that to him, now was actually a time he wished he had spent more time with children younger than the kids who entered the programme of becoming his successor. L stared at Light, having stopped eating his unhealthy breakfast. His wide grey eyes were widened even more, by the slight. He had no idea what to do.
The rational side of him told him to just take matters in hand and deal with the problem, while the logical side of him told him to just finish his breakfast, take sugar-filled treats with him and go ponder on the phenomenal Light Yagami. Was there even a difference between the two? maybe they were all one brain that couldn't decide (which they were, genius). Ok.. The sentimental side of him (which very rarely ever popped up) was most probably what made him freeze and stare at the boy, speechless and uninformed on how to deal with the matter.
Light, who had, as promised, began pestering him, had suddenly stopped speaking and slumped onto his chair as though he couldn't stand holding himself up anymore. L, confused, had turned to look at him, only to find him tearing up miserably. It did not take too long for the boy to begin crying slowly, then full-out pitiful crying. It was quite clear now why L was perplexed over the matter and did not know what to do.
He could try to comfort the boy, but L did not know how to comfort anyone, much less a child - he would most probably end up embarrassing himself patting the boy's back awkwardly. L could tell him to shut up and get out, or one of the two (and he was sorely tempted to do so), but the boy would probably punch him or something. For sure. L could also just dismiss and ignore him.
So he did just that, turning back to his breakfast nonchalantly. He tried to ignore the side of him that berated him and pulled the bowl of chocolate-covered cherries to himself - time for a healthier snack, you know. But he had only eaten two of the (certainly not) completely healthy fruits when his resolve crumbled and he turned back to Light.
Who cried strangely. Tears were leaking from his eyes but the only difference in his expressionless face were the frowning eyebrows. L wanted to scratch his head, the boy never ceased to surprise him. He thought back at his own manner of crying, which was always putting his head in crossed forearms and getting angry at anyone who tried approaching him.
L inhaled and said, 'Why are you crying?'
Way to go, genius, he congratulated himself.
The boy didn't answer him, instead, pouting as the tears increased. Just how much liquid did he have to spare? L thought, because all those tears wete alarming. Light looked down at his fingers sadly, some of his hair sticking to his skin, wet. L's worry decreased by more than half (if the boy still had time to look poem-worthy, then his reason of crying must not be serious). L suddenly felt stupid for having felt pity for the boy.
It took several long quivering breaths for the boy to finally answer: 'I miss Mama.'
Just as he thought. L turned back to his food. How could anyone cry over the thought of not being able to see their family, he had the Chief here with him, right? This was why L never attached himself to anything... Ok, to be honest, that was not why, but, come on, read the situation from his eyes! Only babies cried when their mother wasn't around.
That was how they spent breakfast, Light crying until his head hurt too much to continue and L eating a breakfast of calories worth three-days' meal.
L, herding his Kira suspect (and no, he was not pleased when the boy clutched his hand), walked into the investigation room, going straight for his chair, completely ignoring the rest of the Task members. Light, not as much, he immediately let go of L's hand on first sighting of the Chief. L, feeling tossed aside, watched as Light ran up to the Chief, for once not smiling when he saw him, and began tearing up again.
Light grabbed his father's hand and pouted, looking up at him in an absolutely heart-breaking way. L briefly pitied the Chief, if those eyes were what he had to deal with he might have de-eyed himself. Being blind was better than being weeded into everything the boy wanted by just one look.
He was not jealous that the boy had forgotten about him.
'I want to see Mother,' he stated.
'That is impossible, Light-kun,' L monotoned, walking up to them. He was not feeling left out, at all. He was just checking up on the matters in his building. 'I have already told you.'
Light turned around and glared at him, his face heating with anger. 'Big head.'
Matsuda grinned.
L wanted to smash his cup of espresso in his face.
Eh? Now look here, you curst brat, L thought, looking down menacingly. I am trying to be helpful here, L wanted to snap at the boy. 'What's with the lame insult.'
Light ignored him and turned back to Soichirou, hugging his thigh and looking up at him. The Chief wanted to swallow. 'Papa, I wanna see Mama,' he said, simply.
'Son,' the Chief began. 'It is complicated..'
'And my baby Sayu,' he added insistingly. 'You will take me home, will you not?'
L turned and made for his computer, he didn't envy the Chief at all. Well, not completely. He was just getting too spoilt - being the centre of Light's attention almost all the time.
The Chief, stopped himself from finishing his nod at the words "baby Sayu" she was not a baby had stopped being Light's "baby Sayu" the moment she finished kindergarten. His mother would probably faint if she ever saw him, too. Things were complicated... now he actually saw why L was so adamant about keeping Light here until they found a way to reverse the problem. If they could. If they couldn't, then.., 'You will see them any day soon,' he said. He remembered to close his eyes and look up before he simply punched Ryūzaki and ran out with Light.
'Why is the swarthy detective keeping me here, Father?' Light demanded. 'I want to go home, I want to see Mother!'
'Calm down,' Yagami said. Light cooled down immediately, looking down silently.
You rottenly cute kid! why don't you ever listen to me in that way? 'Rai-chan,' L spoke up. 'You should let your father work, stop hindering him.'
Light firmly placed his head on his father and closed his eyes, ignoring the detective. L, greatly distracted (and for once not even willing to turn to back his work), glared at the boy. 'You are such a baby,' he commented childishly.
Light, surprising the detective, merely turned his head and didn't budge. What?! L yelled to himself. That was not cute at all! Light was supposed to get angry and declare he was not a baby! That was the natural reaction that was always so adorable! Just admit you're feeling bad that he is ignoring you, a silent voice snarked at him. L turned back to his computer quietly. He wasn't going to pine after getting himself an argument with the child.
The Chief sighed and hauled him up in his arms. 'Forgive me, son.'
L, for once, did not like the start his day had taken. Only a heartless bastard would feel happy while a child was feeling sad near him.
The only good thing about it was that Light was easily put into a better mood.
Somewhere Else in Tokyo
Ryūk, tired, sat down on the top of a bus, looking around frantically. He was lost and on top of that did not even know where Light was. He could attempt to find the boy by tracing the paper hidden in that watch of his.
No, dumbass, your powers are not that good.
Ryūk sighed, Oh man.. this might take days! The shinigami spread his wings and flew up into the air, he could begin by finding the correct building. Yes. That sounded like a nice idea.
Apples... Apples, red...
At Headquarters
L walked into the kitchen, where he found Light, laying on his belly and colouring in an Avengers-themed colouring book, L glanced around, all the apples that were in the fruit bowl gone, no cores lying around, pillows on the floor, more colouring books and case-fulls of colours piled around the boy. Man, his building was beginning to resemble a baby daycare, and L didn't like it one bit. L walked past Light, in a slow shuffling way that annoyed the boy to no ends. Again, the boy was content to ignore him. Not that L cared. L just cared about his Kira Case's life, and right now its life was dwindling. Again, it was not like as if he had come to the kitchen to see if the boy would have any sort of reactions to his presence. He was not missing his relentless, childish presence. L preferred surveying him on camera anyways.
L walked to the shelf and pulled out a packet of potato chips, something they had stocked after finding out how much Light digged the treats. And nope, L was not trying to get a reaction because he knew that Light perked up whenever he saw a packet of potato chips. L continued searching for something else to take with him, watching Light at the corner of his eyesight.
Because the boy might be doing something Kira-ish.
He did still his movements slightly, though, when Light glanced up, staring into space for a second, as though listening to something. Or was he daydreaming? It was hard to tell, especially from this angle. Then Light (who was right by the glass section of the wall) finally spoke. But it was not to him, he seemed to be conversing with something that was not there at all.
What? Where did that thought come from?
'No, hm,' he sniffed. L might have been right, after all. The boy was talking to thin air, was he hallucinating? No, that was unlikely.
'Sir Ryū is a jerk, Ryūku,' he said.
Ryūku? This was the second time L heard him say that name. It was becoming slightly disturbing.. and L couldn't completely stem the guilt that was creeping slowly, but surely, into him. It might be his fault after all.
The boy turned his head and stuck his tongue out at him, turning back to the book, selecting a coloured pencil and gave Black Panther red eyes.
L was tempted to stick his tongue out at him, too, but he managed to convince himself not to do so by concluding that he was the more mature of the two.
L walked by, glancing down at the page as he passed (curiously), the boy had neatly coloured the picture, but he got Captain America and Black Panther's colours all wrong. Captain America looked like Captain Italy and Black Panther looked like Green Panther. Has he even watched the Avengers yet in his child form? L stopped thinking when Light looked up at him. . . No, wait.
He was looking at something just a few inches beside him, the detective nearly stopped breathing. L would have felt shivers race up his spine if he were an average human. There was something strange about the air's quality beside him. The hairs at the back of his neck straightened and stood defiantly. A silly side of him contemplated that there was something completely solid, yet not solidly visible beside him, and Light knew exactly what it was. He positively flinched when Light suddenly started laughing, the sound was so sudden that it surprised him.
L, who usually felt better whenever the boy was in a positive mood, could not summon any good emotions. Something was just so wrong about everything. Light finally looked up at him, tilting his head, his wide eyes glaring at him.
Just like that, L wanted to smile, the glare was just so adorable, it was silly. With that, the detective walked through the door, scrambling to get back to the computers. As he sat down, he noticed that all the apples in his own fruit bowl had gone. He did not care about that, L didn't like fruits, especially plain apples, but..
His cold, grey eyes scanned the room, before going back to the monitor, something was off. His eyes caught a piece of an eaten apple's core, with the stick still on, beside the doorway. The detective watched Light on the computer for a second, the itch in his thoughts not receding.
L was feeling quite misplaced... He should have never left England.
How did it end up like this?
Easy. L didn't easily forget things.
Light had pestered and pestered him about going out, but L had managed to hold his ground. He had refused over and over and over, but the boy was so persistent that he had exasperatedly called for a comprise. So that the kid would stop annoying him - he had not progressed at all that day, regarding a minor case he had taken. They had decided that if the boy stopped pestering him, L would play with him, one game. Light easily chose hide-and-go-seek. That was how he ended up in this mess. Even though the day had ended up starting off on a good step...
Hours Earlier
'So I count up to twenty?' L said. He was not asking a question. Kids ised to play the game all the time at the orphanage he used to live at.
Light shook his head, eagerly, a bright smile on his face and the light from the computers dancing in his eyes. L felt a piece of him crumble. 'Until a hundred and fifty. . one!' he decided.
L observed him for a moment, taking a spoonful of melted chocolate and gulping it. The boy stared back at him. That sounded like an extreme waste of time.. 'Are you sure?'
He nodded and crossed his arms seriously. 'I need to find a good hiding place, or else you will find me,' he explained.
The kid would make a great professor, or teacher (L doubted he was enthusiastic about teaching children, though). Ugh. Find him. L had forgotten about that part of the game. Find him, meaning L would have to leave the comfort of his hard, reassuring chair, leave the table of totally healthy treats, leave the case he was working on under the name of Coil, leave the blank room filled with only work equipment, leave to go find a short boy with round cheeks and fluffy mood that jumped at you and made you feel brighter. That was not appealing at all. 'Let us make it hundred,' he said, glancing at the boy.
Light touched his shoulder thoughtfully, tilting his head. 'You look like as if you cannot count all that way,' he nodded. L glared at him, then admired how he gave each word a perfect pronunciation. 'Okay, I will be very generous and make it seventy-five.'
L was going to count until he was out of sight, then go back to his case. Easy as pie (not that L thought pie was easy, just a figure of speech, you know). He opened his mouth, suddenly realizing just how dry his mouth was, and began, 'One. Two. Three. Fo-'
Light frowned at him. 'No, no, no!' he exclaimed, shaking his head with every "no." L sighed and shook a mental head, what was the use of all that dramatic display of emotion?
'Stupid Detective!' he added.
L raised an invisible brow and gazed heavily at him, stupid? But the boy didn't flinch or fidget, quite used to his gaze now, in stead, he pinched his face into a serious expression, grabbed L's hand and tugged, pulling the swivel chair with him until L found himself was at the far side of the room, facing the pale grey wall. What was the meaning of this? 'Rai-chan, what are you doing?'
'You should play properly!' he reprimanded, placing a fist on his hip. 'You cheater!'
As far as cheating was concerned, he was sure he had never cheated in his life... at least, if it was not for the sake of a case. So, Light-kun, you need to calm yourself, hyping yourself up is not good, especially now that I suspect you have some sort of freak abilities.
'You should face a wall and close your eyes and cover your ears and not peek and then start counting!' Light ranted, gesturing vividly with his hands. L briefly wondered if his tiny hands could even grasp one of his fingers.
L glanced down at his huge, bony hand.. hmm, it probably would.
'Ryū-san!'
L glanced back at the boy, who was crossing his hands and narrowing his eyes at him. 'Oh, right.'
Light stood, waiting. L stared at the wall, feeling like an idiot as he pinched his eyes shut, covered his ears and began voicing the numbers out, very unpleasantly. 'One. Two. Three. Four. Five.' -he could still hear the patter of small feet as they left the room (guilty of not covering his ears appropriately)- 'Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.'
L stopped, opening his eyes, uncovering his ears and kicking off the wall to roll back to his table. He was a very busy man, you know, he did not have time to entertain children. No matter how cute the child was. Plus, he couldn't leave the chocolate to cool down and freeze... Ok, now, back to business... so guns were going missing from the main police department in Osaka? This case was quite interesting.
Unlike Light, who probably messed up the utilisation his powers and ended up as a short child, thus killing everything that was interesting about his case.
And no, L was not just immaturely sore that he couldn't figure out anything about everything.
With Light
Ryūk was feeling like a stupid idiotic imbecile.
You ask why? He had messed up, messed up big time. He had overestimated his own capabilities, and the moment Light had touched the piece of paper he had dropped by the boy, the power had been too much and all he could do was simply stop the boy from gaining his memories. The boy didn't even gasp or groan at contact with the paper. Which was not exactly what he wanted.
Ryūk scratched his short nose. Oh, well, one had to just go with the flow, sometimes. Ryūk would just try again later, in the meantime he could try and figure out how to cultivate the Note properly. Right now, he was going to see how the boy will take to his presence. This was going to be fun..
Light inspected the paper in his grasp for a while, after having decided that it was not important, he looked around for a trashcan to throw it in, didn't find one, and just pocketed the paper, to throw away later. Ryūk flapped his wings impatiently, up here, kid, I am right here. Thick, huge, black feathers danced off his wings, weaving down gently, catching the boy's attention. Light caught one, stroking it curiously Light looked up, the sun rays catching his hair, a small smile on his lips. And froze. His eyes widening very slowly, his body shaking with every pounding heartbeat, Light forgot how to breathe. Ryūk peered down into the attention-grabbing eyes, wondering if his eyes were always this light (did he love the boy's name! Heh). Light stared back, a terribly confused and frightened look on his face.
Ryūk grinned.
Light screamed.
It was a loud, piercing sound that cut through the air with a shattering intensity. Ryūk flinched back, covering his ears, but it was already to late, he couldn't clearly hear anything except for dizzying ringing. The ringing was all he could currently hear. Light, who had been standing at the edge of the building, looking down at the busy streets before he caught the piece of paper, startled out of his skin, jumped slightly, stumbled and almost fell. Ryūk, yelping, grabbed his collar and jerked him back onto safer ground. He wasn't that scary, was he?
'Hey,' he said. 'Don't fall off and die on me, I just got here, Light-o.'
Light didn't move, standing very, very still, as Ryūk floated back to his previous place, he was barely just breathing. Ryūk inspected him critically, their boss really messed him up, this chibisuke Light was nothing like his taller version. Worse was, Ryūk had utterly failed on making the boy gain his memories.
Light'll kill me when he finds a way to gain his memories.
Well, time for the introductions! Ryūk was craving some apples. The faster they were acquainted, the faster he got apples to eat. 'I am Ryūk, a shinigami,' he said, thoughtlessly.
Light's eyes widened, his jaw dropping with a gasp. 'Sh-sh-shi-shi-shin..' he failed to finish the title, his brow becoming more pale and his eyes almost rolling up with faintness in stead. Light's heart was trying to break his ribcage.
Oh, death, now he's done it. Ryūk wanted to smack himself, hadn't he said something about introducing himself as an otherworldly guardian or something? How could he have forgotten his very own genius plans? The boy looked about ready to cry, or fall over dead. Ryūk scratched his cheek, what should he do now?
Light jumped at the movement. 'P-please don't cut off my head! I like having it on my shoulders!' he exclaimed, clenching his eyes shut.
The sinister side of him grinned, almost tempting him into scaring the boy some more.
'Cut off your head?' Ryūk asked, ignoring his shinigami instincts. 'Why would I do that? I also happen to prefer you with a head on your shoulders.'
Light, who had begun scrambling back, stopped. Really? He thought 'You won't cut my head off with a death scythe?' he demanded, suddenly overtaken by curiosity at what the winged creature had said.
Because a headless Light meant no apples or entertainment, Ryūk thought to himself. No way I'm telling him that though. 'Yes! I am not here to kill you,' Ryūk improvised. Light stared at him doubtfully.
'Everyone has their own shinigami, you see,' he lied. 'I am to be here until you die, just like everyone else's shinigami. Some get to see theirs, many don't, you just happened to be a lucky person who did.'
Ryūk was desperately (and sorely) hoping the kid bought the crap he was selling.
Light put a finger to his chin and tried to decipher the creature's words more clearly, because his explanation was less than clear. And in the moment of silence, Ryūk lighted to the rooftop, inwardly dancing nervously. Light him, was repeating the words disbelievingly over and over in his head. The realization left him with wide eyes and a pleased countenance. 'So that means I am very special,' he concluded, placing a hand on his hip and unconsciously striking a pose.
The wind blew, tossing his hair around, the sun's rays glinting on the dancing strands. Ryūk was suddenly reminded of Misa's magazines - you know, most pictures were filled with people posing while their hair flew about. Light blinked, catching the hair that was flying into his eyes with his other hand.
Ryūk deadpanned to the side... talk about perfect timings, what was up with the effortless perfection and dramatic moments?
'Ryūku?'
Ryūk jumped at the name. 'Uegh! Eh... yes?' he said, looking at the brat.
Light shuffled, fingering the hem of his shirt. 'Do you have a scythe?'
This Light was more docile, Ryūk gathered, retardedly realizing the obvious. 'Yeah, why?'
The boy smiled, and Ryūk gawked at the sight, a strangled sound leaving his throat. Light tilted his head, eyes shimmering hopefully. 'May I see...?'
Ryūk was positive that he saw flowers floating around the kid. Was this the same boy Ryūk had thought might turn into a shinigami after death? His eyes rolled back down to look at the kid... who was impatiently waiting the answer. 'No.'
Light deflated, his lips turning down. 'Why not, Ryūku?' he scowled.
Ryūk grinned, regardless, this Light was more fun. 'If you do, I'll have to kill you,' he lied again. Truth was, he has forgotten how to summon his weaponry, the last time he had needed it was when they were warring - around the time humans created paper.
'Do you have any other special powers?' Light asked, leaning forward eagerly.
This was totally worth coming down here, Ryūk thought. Sure, when he got back to Death Row the Old Boss might make him take care if his Soul hounds for a decade as punishment, but it was better than sitting on a dusty stone playing poker. 'I can pass through walls,' Ryūk said, smugly.
'Cool,' Light breathed, his jaw wide open.
'Yep,' Ryūk boasted. 'Through walls.'
Light grinned. 'Show me!'
Ryūk's eyes glinted. 'My powers only work if I have a lot of spiritual energy,' he said, wisely. 'I have small energy left, though, I will demonstrate, but after that I need apples. They replenish my strength.'
Kukukukuku...
Light was hanging onto each of his words in a starstruck manner. The shinigami's speech was rushed, but Light could easily understand it, he felt as though they had spoken plenty times before. 'Woahwwh.'
About forty minutes later
L looked up from his case slowly, the fact that Light had not yet stomped into the room angrily, or come crying for the Chief (something he did every hour or so) was worrying him. L could not survive that long in a "hiding place" (anywhere, really) with nothing interesting to keep him busy, how Light was doing so was wonderful. An old case jumped to his mind, making a nervous grin slide across his face after he thought about what Watari might do to his diet if the child went missing. No, that was a stupid idea, L had blocked access to the two lowest floors (only the Task members and Watari had authorized access), meaning Light would not go missing, or get kidnapped.
But Light could unlock almost any coded door he came across, L knew for a fact, the boy had inhumane hacking skills, partial luck and partial smarts, most of the time. He could easily leave the building and go on a killing spree... or get kidnapped, L was sure the blonde hair and enchanting smile would be irresistible to trafficking agents. No wait, his older self could, "Rai-chan" could not even reach the handles properly. Whew.. then must have run into Matsuda, or something. No wait, they were all out.
Ahh. That wasn't good, Kira had to be under surveillance at all times.
He also had to admit that the silence was really heavy and weighing on him, he was missing having Light pestering him, taking most of his time with arguments over nothing, or just insisting that they watched cartoons. Strange, he used to live for the comfort of solitude. L dropped his knees to the seat, his cold feet touching the colder ground, and stood up, his knees letting out a loud crack!ing sound at the misuse he had put them through. Getting a gut feeling, he checked the surveillance footage of the elevator from forty-five minutes earlier. It was the most logical thing to do. And, just as all his other gut feelings, he hit the mark bullseye, Light came creeping into view two minutes later, hitting the button to the topmost level. L watched as the boy crept out, had second thoughts, and dashed back in, hitting almost all the buttons, in disorder, dashing back out before it shut closed and making for the staircase that led to the rooftop. He looked pleased with himself, with that sweet smile on his face.
L heaved a heavy sigh.
The genius had effectively jammed his elevator, it was going to run up and down for quite a while, stopping at the floors selected, equally. Meaning he had to take the stairs. The thought of doing all that exercise was really bad. It was simply fortunate that the boy didn't know about the other elevator. L shuffled out of the room, straightening his posture a bit, after a few remembering how much Light disliked it. He punched a button and entered the elevator when it opened to him, grimacing at the background music playing. Who put it in? It was boring, and fraying his nerves. That violin was like shrill siren trying to sound nice.
L preferred hip-pop music. Uncommon to popular belief, he was not a fan of classical music (so the piece squeaking out was utterly ridiculous), he liked rap especially, with loud resonating beats in them, and rappers who could turn a casual sentence into something incoherent that had you wanting to listen again, just to make out the lyrics.
He'll see about fixing up the soundtrack playing. And the elevator system.
He was not Light, for L's sake, who went still under a spellbound moment of shivers whenever he heard a piano and knew almost all the musicians that had ever been born. If you wanted, L could name the first hip pop stars, piano, not so much, but he knew a few names. L personally thought piano was even more boring. Out with all the thoughts of him being a typical genius.
Riding the elevator was boring, listen at just how stupid he sounded.
A ping alerted him to the fact that he had reached the roof. Another good thing about this elevator, it went all the way to the top.
L stepped out and looked around slowly, his eyes landing on Light, who was walking casually on the teetering edge of the building, a soft, soft breeze teasing his hair, the sun turning his hair strawberry blond. It took less than a second for him to realize that there was no railing on that side. L, his heart having decided to travel up to his throat, stood there, unfamiliar surges of panic overwhelming him. His eyes had widened, his thoughts stumbling over each other, just how dangerous was that? Taking how light Light was, a gust of wind could easily unbalance him, and a strong one could straight out blow him off the building and into a free fall. Light could easily turn into a splatter of blood, meat and crunchy bones, and all it would take was a second. Heck, if L somehow startled him, he could easily lose his balance and fall. The boy was easily startled, too. Even if he turned around to see him, he might still be startled.
So L stood there, not knowing what in the world he had to do, frozen, irrationality taking control of his brain.
Light, who appeared to be casually conversing with someone, tilted his head (Keep it straight, Moron! L screeched in the depths of his thoughts.), turned around, and jumped down, walking to him. L could feel his heart calm down, and by the time Light was standing in front of him, glaring, he was feeling quite like himself. 'Found you,' he said, lamely.
'You promised you would play with me!' he said, his eyes shining with... was that betrayal?
Out of all things?! L demanded silently. Out of all things! How about telling me what you were planning to do of you fell off MY building? Do you know how much trouble I would get into? not to mention that he would have the police sniffing around his building. Plus, if his son died because L was playing some stupid game of Hide-and-Go-Seek with him, L doubted the Chief was going to nod jovially and say nothing. 'What were you doing up there?' he asked. Peering down at him in what he hoped was a disapproving manner. 'Do you know about physics? If you fell of, you'd have been a pile of unidentifiable, clothed, mashed, fresh meat by the time you reached the ground, , Light-kun.'
'I am not that stupid,' Light remarked.
L could not understand just why he was pissed off. 'Sincerely? I doubt that?'
Light him, had his own problems, too. 'If you did not want to play with me you should have just said so! You are a big bad meanie!'
L, feeling slightly guilty, immediately explained his actions. 'I was searching the floors, Light-kun, do you know how many floors there are between my floor and the rooftop? You jammed the elevator, remember?'
Light gawked at him, his eyes incredulous, and L got the impression he knew that he was lying. 'You just did not want to play with me,' he said, his lips pinching up angrily. 'I know that you were sitting in front of your computer with that big-headed, stupid case. I hate liars, Sir Ryū.'
'No, I wasn't, what gave you that idea?' he said, hating his flat voice for once, any attempt at emotion came out almost mockingly. Why was he feeling like crap?
'Ryūku saw you.' The unuttered "stupid" jumping at L easily, even if Light did not say it. 'Do not worry, I know that you are busy, Sir Ryū. I'll just go play with Ryūku. He is definitely more nice than you are.'
From there, things went downhill pretty quickly and now L was here, moping at his crappy case. Light had decided to ignore in favour of talking to thin air. Thin air. Him, the Great L.
This sucked. L looked around idly, And right after Light had gotten into good spirits, too. After his little childlike moment in the morning. But Light ignoring him two times a day was more than enough, already. L glared at the wall, blaming it silently for not warning him earlier. Because despite it all, L had come to like this version of Light - it felt almost like having a clingy small brother. A clever one.
'Oh,' Light speaking up caught his attention. L turned back to the monitor. 'I have already forgiven him, don't worry about that, but I'll ignore him for a while longer, because he is a big meanie, Ryūku.'
Ryūku? No, wait, it sounds almost like Light-kun was trying to pronounce "Ryūk." And who are you calling meanie, short brat? (Me obviously, L's mind supplied easily. Who else?)
'Hate him? No I like him,' Light said, unknowingly making L's chest warm up. Eheheh.. who knew he was likeable. Light's opinion was something important to him - they were fateful rivals, after all. Such an adorable child saying they liked him was something he had never heard before. Even at Whammy's. 'He has a lot of sweets and buys me whatever I want. So getting apples will not be a great problem.'
Oh.
'Why are you laughing, Ryūku?' Light asked, tilting his head.
The boy only likes me because I'm loaded, good to know.
'You are weird, Ryūku.'
L's eyes narrowed, his brow lifting up with folds. Going back to the matter at hand: Ryūk? L was now sure of it. He didn't take Light as the type to... L stopped his train of thought and turned around at the sound of the door opening, his grey eyes going immediately from Aizawa to their Chief. 'Yagami-san,' he called.
'Yes?' he replied, walking in. 'Is there anything wrong?'
He hadn't taken Light to be the type, but.. 'What was the name of Light-kun's childhood imaginary friend?' he asked. Maybe he was just an ordinary child after all, L himself had an imaginary friend called James, who would have grown up to take on the James Bond name.
Ahem.
The Chief, surprised, shook his head incredibly. 'Light never had any imaginary "friends," Ryūzaki, never.'
What? L looked back at the screen, Light had stopped colouring and was sitting back, listening to something, replies leaving his mouth now and then. 'I think he does,' L said, grimly.
'Ridiculous, he's never had one,' the Yagami said firmly. 'He did try to invent one, once, when imaginary friends were all the rage, amongst his classmates - but he failed miserably, I remember it quite clearly. I assure you, Light never had any imaginary friends, he preferred having solid humans to play with.'
What? Solid humans? But what about this Ryūk Light was so fond of? L, cursing his brain, suddenly remembered all the eaten apples, black feathers that "must have floated in from the window," that mystic note Kira had written to him, and the sentence the boy had yelled at him earlier, concerning "Ryūk."
L looked around, his expression not changing.
He did not want to continue thinking about this. No.
Chapter End
Not much of a chapter. It was more to let you guys know that, yes, this story, no matter how silly, does have a plot. It's not one of those that get abandoned after a while. Don't worry, Light's still gonna be "Rai-chan." In fact I'm excited about finally adding Ryūk in. Please Review. Anything. I consider suggestions, too.