Raito stared down at the head in his lap. He sighed, wondering how on earth he managed to land himself in such an awkward scenario. The weight upon his thighs was slowly but surely becoming uncomfortably too close to a certain region of Raito's anatomy that he much rather keep to himself, thank you very much. He narrowed his eyes at the dark haired man sleeping in his lap and sprawled across the train seat- daring him to shift again. He considered shoving L's head off his lap, feeling it would ensue in a rather amusing predicament. Whilst the train was empty save for the two of them, he felt a certain indignity in accompanying a man with such little regard for the general comfort of the public transport system.
But some obscure part of Raito's mind didn't want to wake the sleeping bastard.
It had been a tiring day for the two of them. With the entire task force out on various errands, the two prodigies had taken it upon themselves to do some hands-on cultural studies of their surrounding city. Whilst it was a welcome excursion from the mundane analysis work they were assigned, it had also proven to be one of the most physically draining exercises they had ever encountered in all their sheltered years behind the desk.
He glared down once more, remarking the lack of decorum L held when he was asleep. Crawled into a fetal position with his thumbnail between his lips, he appeared years younger. The darkness beneath the hollow eyes was less pronounced when long eyelashes fluttered over them in their sleep. Raito sighed, resigning himself to this position and settled further into the train seat. He drifted off to sleep, not realizing that his hands had wound themselves through L's hair.
Raito and L had spent the entire morning analyzing large samples of data on criminal deaths in the Kamakura prefecture. It was bland and monotonous task that lulled the most alert of minds into dazed stupor. Even L, who was constantly attentive and diligent, was having a hard time staying awake. The two worked in an immaculate silence, the quiet tapping of keys the only
"Raito-kun, have you ever been to Shibuya before?" L asked out of the blue, breaking his gaze away from the monitor to look inquisitively at Raito.
"I've been a few times, yes. It's a very busy district; many of the younger crowds frequent the area." Raito didn't bother looking away from his monitor, he had a feeling this was another one of L's pathetic attempts to create meaningless conversation.
"I'd like to go there some time." A smile tugged at the corners of L's thin lips when Raito stopped typing to slowly turn to look at him, a carefully raised eyebrow.
"You can easily catch a train from here, Ryuuzaki. The Yamanote line will get you there in under ten minutes." Raito replied, his mind working overtime. What was the sneaky little bastard up to this time?
"Being around large crowds makes me rather nervous, Raito-kun. I don't particularly care to go alone."
Raito sighed. He could pretend to be oblivious to the not-so-subtle hints and recommend various persons to accompany L, (from Matsuda to his father), but he knew it would only be a waste of time. What L wanted, L got. Usually.
"We have work to do, you know. It would be irresponsible to go sight seeing at a time like this." Raito returned his attention to the monitor. Work before play, he thought, regardless of the growing urge he had to set the computer alight. At this, Ryuzaki fell silent.
"One day would not hurt, Yagami-kun." Ryuzaki too had turned back to his computer, but there was a definite sulk to his tone. Raito almost laughed at this- the almighty L was in dire need of a break, and was ready to fight for it. He smirked to himself, knowing that L was at his limit.
Raito stood up, grimacing as the long chain fell to the floor and hit his naked feet. He had taken a leaf out of L's book and had taken to wandering the rooms in bare feet. Grudgingly, he admitted to himself that it was much more comfortable to feel the thick, plush carpet in between his toes. L eyed Raito's toes thoughtfully.
"Would you care to join me for a tour of Shibuya then, Ryuzaki?" Yagami asked, crossing his arms. The insipid and vague remark made L perk- excitement shone in the otherwise blank eyes.
"I would like that very much, Raito." He smiled, long fingers reaching into the neck of his shirt, withdrawing a thin leather band with a key strung upon it. Raito narrowed his eyes, berating himself for wondering just how far L's appreciation for kinkiness went. Hand cuffs and leather… He made a mental note.
"I'll have you know that McDonald's is considered to be a very common fast-food restaurant. Are you sure you don't want to try somewhere classier, Ryuzaki? It's covered in our expenses budget, isn't it?" Raito asked, biting back the sigh that threatened to spill out of his mouth. A tension headache was threatening to blossom in between his eyes; he pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed at the tardy appearance of his companion.
"Nonsense, Raito. Today, I would like to immerse myself in this culture. To do so, I will eat fast-food. It is what the average young person does, isn't it?" L smiled as he shuffled his sneaker-clad feet through the doors of the restaurant. Raito reluctantly trailed behind him, wistfully recalling the quiet and air-conditioned rooms of the investigation headquarters.
The sound of clamoring youth and children came down upon them, wave after wave. Young children ran about unchecked, waving ridiculous cardboard crowns whilst teenagers dressed in all varieties of crazy clothing milled about, chatting and indulging in saturated fats. Raito felt his annoyance multiply exponentially as L turned towards him, an inquisitive look upon his face.
"I'm sorry, I've never ordered from a place such as this. Do you think perhaps you could do it?"
"Of course." Raito mumbled through clenched teeth, making his way to the queues at the cash registers. "Was there anything in particular that you wished to sample?"
"Well, the teriyaki beef burger looks rather tempting. As do the red cherry pie and chocolate soft serve. And the mint pudding looks most delicious… And the berry muffins…" L trailed off, lifting a menu between two fingers and observing it nonchalantly. He looked up as Raito began to repeat the order to a young employee.
"Thank you, Raito." The other boy smiled, turning to make his way to an unoccupied table. Raito quietly damned the blush that rose to his cheeks.