CHAPTER 8
"And now, I present, the new and improved Ryuzaki-chan!"
Misa shoved the dolled up detective near the couch where Light sat.
"That shove was unnecessary, Misa-Misa," L glared at the excited blonde briefly then stared at the frozen brunette.
Light's mouth opened twice, no sounds managed to come out. His brown eyes widened in utter disbelief. Was he in the middle of some lucid dream?
"C'mon, Light," Misa brightly smiled, "tell us what you think! Don't let all my work go to waste!"
"Yes, Light-kun," he snickered in a non-feminine manner, "tell us how incredibly 'straight' you think you are now. Ah, my mistake. I meant, tell us how incredibly girly I look right now."
"Huh?" She turned to face him, oblivious to the meaning under his words. "What do you mean by that before, Ryuzaki?"
"I assure you, Ryuzaki," Light spat out with gritted teeth, "your deduction, for once, is incorrect. Wrong."
In truth, he was telling yet another blatant lie.
The moment L was forcibly pushed into his sight, it was like time itself had halted to a stop. All Light could look at was him. Never in his life, would he think a cross-dressed version of his enemy would affect him this much. Or his manhood. Disturbingly, the only word that popped into his head was. . .
Cute.
Insanely, adorably, painfully, cute.
Light thought L was only joking about the skirt. The make up was done unbelievably well. He could not recognize him as the sweets obsessed insomniac detective anymore. It was like he magically turned female. Light had this strange, growing urge to tuck a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. Wait, no, his ear. Goddamnit Misa and the deceptive powers of make up. He had to admit, she did one hell of a good job. Everything looked different about that bastard now. Maybe he shouldn't have played the good guy role and suggest for L to go outside, acting freely among the public. Then, these forbidden feelings would have been prevented from reaching the surface. Everything would have gone according to plan. But, no, a cross dressed L just had to appear in his life and make him have second thoughts about his sexuality. When he said disguise, Light did not intend for this to occur. Why can he be so infuriatingly unpredictable? It's grating on his nerves.
Why is it only L who has this certain effect on him?
Light hated it. He hated how right L could be sometimes. He hated how he wanted to wrap his arms around L whenever he truly smiled. He hated the fact that L knew his body reacted to his actions. He hated how L was the only person who managed to bring out these godforsaken emotions. In spite of all that, deep inside, he knew it would always be L who'd screw with his mind and. . . perchance, his heart? Light would never admit that out loud. It would explain why he wasn't completely disgusted by their shared kiss. All he remembered was how warm and welcoming his lips felt.
'Shit. I'm beginning to doubt my own damn sexuality. On top of that, I'm starting to think cheesy as hell too," Light thought.
"Soon. We will see, Light-kun," L smirked, sensing the hidden truth.
"Um, guys, what are we even gonna do outside anyway? Walk, talk, eat?" Misa questioned the two, watching the floor number on the elevator change.
"Sounds good to me, Misa. We can stroll outside until we get hungry." Light smiled and put an arm around her shoulders, glancing back to observe L's reaction. "Unless you have something else in mind."
He stared directly back at him, no fear evident in his eyes.
"Aww, Light, you're so sweet today!" The blonde was radiating of happiness, her full attention on her boyfriend. "I'm so lucky to have somebody like you."
"I should be the one saying that," he lovingly grinned, determined to prove that his relationship with Misa was genuine to L.
"Oh yeah, Ryuzaki," she looked back at the detective, "you're not gonna use those awful handcuffs are you?"
". . . Depends," he blankly stated.
"Straight back, Ryuzaki!" Misa chided, frowning.
"I have been walking this way for my entire life, Misa-chan. Walking with a straight back will not only affect my deduction ability, but, my psychology as well."
"Whatever," she huffed, "I'm just trying to help you look more convincing as a girl!"
"I will act as one when the times comes," he retorted, "no need to worry."
"Ryuzaki, you should take her advice seriously," Light's eyes narrowed, "it'd be unfortunate for your cover to be blown."
"Unfortunate indeed. Are you referring to the possibility of my skirt being blown up due to the wind? I apologize for the disappointment, however, there's only a 4% chance of that occurring today. The weather is supposed to remain sunny and dry all day."
The visual of viewing L's undergarments under that skirt of his flooded his mind. To Light's displeasure, his cheeks reddened. Quickly, he pinched himself, rather desperate to get rid of that particular image.
"No, Ryuzaki, you can't do that!" Misa looked upset, hands on her hips. "Then, people will know you're a guy!"
"If they are viewing from behind, they may not," he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh my gawd, do you want people to see your man parts, Ryuzaki?" She gasped. "I didn't take you for that kind of person!"
"No, Misa-Misa, I assure you," he sighed lightly, "I am not of that kind. Simply trying to prove a point."
"Oh," she looked relived then giggled, "that sounds like fun! What are you trying to prove?"
Light directed an ominous death glare to L, clearly telling him to not open his mouth. Nonetheless, he vaguely answered, "Something that involves Light-kun. That's all."
"This isn't about the whole Kira thing again, is it?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not," his thumb rested on his mouth.
"I told you before, no thumb sucking!"
"This is not classified as 'thumb sucking'. My thumb has not entered my mouth."
"But still! Your thumb is gonna ruin the lipstick if you keep doing that! May I remind you, the brand is MAC!" She pulled away from Light's touch, her index finger pointed at him in accusation.
"What is 'MAC'? An acronym for Mouth Action Conditioner?"
"No, it's not that!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what it stands for, Misa-Misa, hmm?"
"Um, well, uh, I think–"
"Make up Cosmetics Art," Light interjected, slowly becoming annoyed of their chatter of make up.
"Wow, you're so smart, Light!" Misa praised him, meaning every word.
The elevator doors opened with a ding.
"Ladies first." The brunette stepped aside for Misa and L to walk in first.
"Says the one who knows what MAC stands for. A popular lipstick brand among ladies," L smirked, walking inside without hesitation.
His eye twitched in aggravation, wishing to strangle that smirk off his face.
"Nothing personal, but, don't be surprised when you arrive in hell, Ryuzaki," Light seethed under his breath.
"Same to you, Light-kun," L said, only allowing him to hear his response.
Too bad he won't be allowed in heaven or hell. Light was starting to regret his kind suggestion to L. Goddamnit, why couldn't he just dress as some other guy! He knew L could do a perfect impersonation of other voices. What does he even gain from being a girl? Stares from the same gender? He did admit he was bisexual. . . Crap. Internal arguments started within his mind. One side denying the chance of being bisexual or homosexual. Another side accepting the fact and agreeing with L. His body did react to him on several occasions. . . But, he had a girlfriend to worry about! Misa had the Shinigami Eyes. She was very valuable to him and may be able to help him if that BB person shows up again.
However, Light did not love Misa the way she loved him. He loved the power of her eyes, not her. Frankly, he has never experienced true love. Due to his good looks, good nature, intelligence, naturally, girls adored him. He was the entire package in their eyes. What was there not to like? Only L would point out all his flaws. Nobody has questioned Light's sense of justice until he popped into his life. There was nothing wrong with making the world a better place. Criminals and convicts aren't needed in a perfect world.
"Light, are you getting in or not? Ryuzaki's not going to be able to press the open button forever!"
Brought back to reality by Misa's high pitched voice, Light just slightly shook his head at his thoughts and joined the two.
A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating in a while! Birthdays, work, school happened, haha. ^^; Yeah, I know, this isn't as long as the previous chappie. BUT, I promise, the next part will be longer. (Jealous L and BB, of course) This chappie kind of focuses more on Light's thought. Heh, he's beginning to doubt himself. :3 Or, at least, that's what I think what's happening. I barely got any sleep last night. . . Sorry if this seems more OOC/random than usual, lol.
Do any of you want anything specific to be written next? Feel free to tell me. :)
As always, please leave a review! Hope you enjoyed this (somewhat rushed, badly written) chapter! xD
[random: I saw this guy on the elevator and, well, he looked like what L and Light's love child would look like, haha! XD He was literally barefoot. I could see a tattoo on one of his feet. White shirt, blue jeans, messy brown hair, dark eyes. Hmm. Sound familiar? Hard to believe I actually saw somebody like this. Maybe I need my eyes checked. Or maybe my sleep-deprived state is finally getting to me.]