A/N: This is the first official chapter of "arrest you if I had handcuffs", and thank you Stella Crescendoll for your encouraging review!
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"Can you finish gorging yourself so that I can take a shower?" Light complained, rubbing his temples as he waited rather impatiently for Ryuzaki to finish eating, "It's almost 8:00 and at this rate we won't get down to the lab until noon." Light then let out a heavy sigh, tapping his fingers against the edge of the table, trying to distract himself as time continued to pass even more slowly.
However, Ryuzaki didn't seem phased by Light's protests, he continued to munch away happily, so engrossed in his pastries that the whining was far off and unimportant. Still, even his bottomless pit of a stomach could eventually fill, and now he was ready to harness all of this newly gained energy and convert it into brain power. Thus, he pushed away his plate and began to get out of his chair, pulling Light along with him.
"Alright, we can leave now." he stated casually as though he was doing the other boy a favor; sometimes it was hard to tell if Ryuzaki was being inconsiderate or just oblivious.
Light sneered, obviously in disapproval of the incredible delay Ryuzaki's breakfast, or breakfeast, had inflicted on their day. He decided not to make any of his opinions heard though, he had already had enough interaction with Ryuzaki to last him a lifetime. Why waste more unnecessary words? Light sulked, praying for the day in which these binding handcuffs would be removed permanently.
"I have to shower." the brunette announced plainly, not caring about Ryuzaki's itinerary for the boy had showed complete disregard for his own. He simply headed toward the bedroom, hoping that the young man wouldn't have anything to say, obviously wishful thinking when it came to Ryuzaki considering that he always had his two cents to contribute.
"You don't have to shower," Ryuzaki started matter-of-factly, hunched forward as he always was, "you just want to shower." He then smirked mischievously, placing a pale hand on Light's shoulder, feeling the younger boy's muscles tense as he stared at the profile of his face.
Ryuzaki understood how uncomfortable Light would get when he would blatantly gape at him, let alone touch him; still, it was apparent that he also took great pleasure in pushing the boy's buttons.
"Besides, you shouldn't feel compelled to look good for me," Ryuzaki started again, giving Light's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze, "you know I won't judge you,"
Light simply rolled his eyes, incapable of making a vocal response, only shaking the intruding hand off of his shoulder as he hurried into the bedroom, fussily dragging Ryuzaki along with him. Once inside he pulled open a wooden drawer, withdrawing a pair of slacks, a sweater, briefs, socks, and a belt; all the necessary elements of Light's daily attire. In record time he neatly folded all of these articles of clothing and cradled them in his arms, exiting the room again without a word to Ryuzaki as he headed toward the bathroom.
Ryuzaki never understood why Light always made such an effort to be antisocial, it wasn't as though he was a naturally shy person, but he supposed that deep down maybe Light was a loner. It was hard to believe though, considering he had the makings of a genuine social butterfly: charm, wit, reasonably good looks...
The raven haired boy then cringed slightly, disapproving of the fact that he had just mentally complimented Light, something he had solemnly sworn against ever doing; he was to break the brunette down, not build him up. Which reminded him, he was due for some sort of wise ass remark at this point, he may have just gone a whole five minutes without one.
Ryuzaki opened his mouth, about to begin speaking when the door suddenly shut, the chain caught in its crack as the two boys were now introduced with a poor excuse for privacy, the separate of rooms. "I guess I'll just have to busy myself while I wait," Ryuzaki thought, his dark eyes shifting around the room, searching for something to concentrate on, "God knows he'll spend an eternity in there."
"Finally alone," Light thought to himself, shutting the lid of the toilet and wiping it with a few pieces of folded paper before placing his neat stack of clothing on top of it. He then wadded up the thin tissue paper in his palms and tossed it into the trash bin, making sure that his technique was precise, God forbid the paper would land on the floor.
Apparently pleased with his success in the tossing of paper wads, Light decided it was now time to undress, and also time to remove that terribly chafing handcuff, something that Ryuzaki probably figured that he did but never bothered to question. The thing was that the handcuff wasn't a matter of physical safety as those exercised by law enforcement are; if it was it would be pretty unsuccessful considering that anyone with access to an Internet search engine would know how to remove them.
Instead, these cuffs were a measure put into place in order to keep a constant surveillance on Light: to know his every action, keep track of his supposed plotting, follow his every move. Once the boy was locked into the bathroom is was virtually impossible for him to escape in order to relay secret messages or write in the death note, so the team would be safe, rendering the cuff's temporary removal as harmless.
After the pesky metal device was completely unhooked, Light grabbed at the hem of his plain tee shirt and pulled it over his head, also removing his pajama pants in suit. It's not like he wore briefs or socks to bed, no normal man would, not that Light was particularly normal but wearing undergarments to bed is an unacceptable behavior that should be discouraged whenever possible. On a more serious note, Light tried to creep into the shower whilst avoiding the mirror altogether. He almost had completed his trip successfully, but his curiosity and vanity beat his wiser judgment and Light couldn't manage to look away.
He caught his own amber eyes in the reflection initially, his vision slowly traveling downward, taking in his entire form. He stopped suddenly though, cringing slightly as he reached his abdomen, cupping it gently with an unsteady hand, unsure of how to react. His middle had protruded slightly, creating a subtle curve.
He flinched, attempting to look away, "I guess I have put on some weight," he admitted very reluctantly before investigating the little pouch further, prodding at its more abundant form.
"How disgusting," he started to rant silently, folding his arms and obstructing his view of the little bulge, staring at himself crossly,
"I have to stop being so biased and recognize that this is a problem, one that must be addressed immediately." His anger then began to cease though and it was cordially replaced with a more human and more pitiful expression, one of guilt and embarrassment, complete with a pronounced frown.
"This is grotesque and I don't need the team knowing that I'm an unrestrained glutton, especially one that's incapable of helping himself. I mean really, I look fucking pitiful." He finished, releasing his arms and pulling at what he could of the excess weight around his middle, pressing into it roughly with his fingertips until the spots of pressure on his flesh had turned red, his disapproval marked in physical manifestation.
"You deserve this," he began, staring at his reflection, "because obviously you've allowed yourself to grow lazy and fat and now it's time to face the consequences. You'll never get anything accomplished if you remain this unmotivated. One thing will lead to another and..."
He sneered, stepping into the shower whilst continuing his mental tirade, coming up with a new attack plan as he lathered up his body and shampooed his thick hair. Rubbing the product in vigorously he could feel a blush creep across his cheeks, embarrassment beginning to fester as Light realized he had yet to address the the fact that he was most likely the last person to notice this 'obvious' weight gain. Ryuzaki had even made comments about it, making him the superior detective considering his keener observational skills, so not only was this a failure in his perpetual competition with Ryuzaki, but this mishap had probably been fodder for cheap amusement as well.
Light threw the soap down in frustration, leaning against the wall of the shower and allowing the hot water to splash his face and torso, running along his body before it poured onto the tiled floor. Light Yagami was not to be made a joke of.
"I've had it." he announced to himself, pounding his fist in one swift motion against the wall of the bathroom, "I can't allow Ryuzaki to think I'm fatter than him, weaker than him...even if it is true." he looked down, staring at his feet before becoming excited again, "No, it can't be true. I am his superior in every way, not only with this investigation, but with my body and mind as well... And I must prove it to him, starting with losing...this." he finished, hitting himself with a closed fist in the gut, not that he could even address it as such, it would be referred to as "this" or "that" or "thing". As far as Light was concerned it was a tumor, an unnatural growth that hindered his success and sense of being, causing sufficient reason for its necessary elimination.
With that he turned the dripping knob of the shower, ceasing the outpouring of steamy water and stepping out carefully onto the bath mat so that the entire bathroom wouldn't become wet. Light then reached for a fluffy towel, drying himself quickly so that he wouldn't waste any more time. He had spent so long ranting in there that he was sure Ryuzaki would have some sarcastic remark to make once he came out.
Thus, Light dressed as quickly as possible, haphazardly throwing on all of his clothing and grabbing his toothbrush, brushing his teeth as quickly as possible and running a comb through his hair. He then reattached the handcuff accordingly and unlocked the door, stepping out as though he hadn't just spent a half hour in the bathroom primping, Ryuzaki had already thought he was vain enough.
"Ah, already finished staring at yourself for thirty consecutive minutes? "
A/N: Thank you for reading the second installment, I hope you enjoyed it! Prepare yourself for the third chapter where things will surely only go further downhill for poor Light... maybe Misa can cheer him up? x]