Color was everywhere, sickening iridescence in a kaleidoscope of shades, so bright he thought they were white. All of it was blinding the man, who now, more than ever before, longed for the solace of his 'old friend' as opposed to the merciless light. Light: an illuminating agent or source, as the sun, a lamp, a beacon, etc; electromagnetic radiation of a wavelength that is visible to the human eye (about 400–700 nm), composed mainly of photons; the entire electromagnetic spectrum. Light Yagami: Kira.
Now closing his eyes wouldn't spare himself of the swirling vortex, the taunting specters of shade and tone, each its own nuclear bomb, and guess who was always stuck at ground zero. What could have only been a few seconds (maybe even milliseconds) passed as quickly as eternity. Outside the fireworks, a new universe could have formed as the whirlpool of color continued to surge – beautifully hypnotic. The detective never stopped screaming.
As quickly as it had come, the sensation halted, leaving each of its tantalizing dyes frozen in place – only to be replaced by another sense-wracking sensation. A scream. "RYUZAKI!"
Damn eardrums would not stop vibrating. He didn't realize the colors were no longer amorphous.
The white glare of light had really been a series of deflected electrons on a fluorescent screen, and it more importantly, they formed words. The last sentence he had been in the midst of typing had been 'Assuming that the culprit – formally established and presupposed as the one under the alias Kira – still manages to achieve his goal, may the following precautions for the third trial be participated upon.' ('What is this… the letter of request to the National Police Agency?') A regular person would have counted three seconds before a flicker of realized connection donned on the detective's features. L's normally apparently impulsive brain wondered whether its owner was taking narcotics with how slow the idea came. One alabaster-toned hand rested its slim digits on a worn keyboard (shift, A, E, T, thumb in the air), the letters worn away by frequent use. The other lay limply mere centimeters from a pyramid of brown and white sugar cubes, in an altering arrangement of colors, and a cup of warm tea. Apparently the dark-eyed male was willing to sacrifice his six-story creation for his stomach. And to his right was the ever eloquent "Yagami Light."
With inadvertently listless movements, the slouched figure turned his head, face predictably blank, despite his eyes being wide enough for pennies to replace his unseen irises. "Rai… To… Kun."
First the English pronunciation with just a hint of a British accent, then the particularly dawdled Japanese articulation – evidently one or both managed to startle the Kira suspect, who merely blinked in response. It was a rather unexpected reaction seeing as he had been so loud moments earlier. The faint trace of vermillion that tainted his cheeks ('Why… That expression suits Matsuda better') faded slightly as the younger male attempted to redirect the other genius's attention by speaking. He didn't need to, though. There was nothing else for the detective to focus on. Without looking behind him, L somehow knew they were the only two in his room at the Narita View Hotel, the seventh hotel he occupied in the city… Correct? For some reason, the onyx-haired male did not want to think that it had been his deductive skill that allowed him to make such an assumption. "Y-yes, Ryuzaki, I… apologize. You were typing, and then you stopped. I thought nothing of it first, then you ceased to respond to you name. You simply stared like -"
'You lie, Yagami-kun. Your acting is impeccable as always, as any Kira's should undoubtedly be, but this time, I know you lie. Another flawless performance but now I know; I am certain.'
"… Didn't respond at all…"
Charcoal eyes darted to the hand that was slowly retreating, something that was not much more than a foot away from him. Apparently, Light had been so worried that it seemed he was willing to invade the older detective's personal space. Yet L was more interested by the manacle that dangled around the brunette's slender wrist, which was connected to him as well, via the right wrist and was partially concealed by the sleeve of a baggy white shirt. 'It's so light…' "That won't be a problem, Light-kun, thank you."
"I suppose even the greatest of minds space out sometimes, eh, Ryuzaki?"
"I suppose."
Hesitation. "Perhaps you will want to rest?"
"No, I am fine." The investigator did not dip one but the entire sugar cube structure into the porcelain cup. The point of saturation came much too quickly, but L continued to stir the beverage nonetheless, still gazing transfixed at his handcuff. "Thank you for your concern."
"Ryuza-"
"Thank you, Light-kun." The finality in his tone was enough. L didn't need to look at his suspect to know the brunette had abandoned any hope of continuing the conversation. He could hear his junior taking his seat once more, their binds clanging ever so slightly, as he raised the teacup to his lips, only distantly curious as to why the normally perceptive teen was so insistent. Perhaps he should have turned, if only to see Light Yagami smile.
Steam blew into his face, but only his mouth complained of heat.