A/N : The Russian is bold, italics are phone conversations, and plain text is English. It would be practical to assume that when they are alone they speak Japanese with each other, seeing as L is fluent and it's Raito's first language.
As you can tell by the deteriorating quality of this fic, I need a beta. Still not much plot, but that should soon change in the upcoming chapters. Any guesses on what Mello's up to, yet?
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
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"Shit, Mello! It's fucking freezing here!"
Mello turned to raise an eyebrow at his friend, leaning back in his leather chair so that he could get a better look.
"Are you serious? We're in Russia, Matt. What did you expect, bikini's and sunshine?"
The teen shoved his hands in between his legs in an attempt to warm up the numb appendages, cigarette dangling from his lips as he burrowed further into the couch.
"Only if you wear—Ow!" Matt yelped and grabbed at the offensive object as it landed next to him.
"Dude, what would you have done if that had gone off?" Matt laughed, holding up the gun while trying to look angry. The blonde pursed his twitching lips before turning back to the manila case files in front of himself.
"It didn't."
Matt rubbed the spot on his arm where he had been hit and went back to his work as well, muttering, "Violent shit."
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Raito Yagami was not lost.
He was standing in between two isles of a Russian convenience store, a bag of chips in one hand and a map in the other, but he was by no means lost.
The clerk was eyeing him strangely from the other side of the counter, and Raito took the hint and meandered his way towards the man.
"How much?"
The man had wavy brown hair and a beard, and appeared to be in his late forties, although the way he glared at him made Raito feel like a grandson who had eaten all the cookies. The man answered him, and Raito was about to pull out the amount when a brown bag with bright pink lettering caught his attention.
"Шоколад-кофе" He read, translating to himself. Chocolate coffee. He felt the urge to buy it, for whatever reason; he didn't like sweet coffee, and he was sure that L had much more expensive and better tasting flavored coffee at his dispense.
He found himself reaching for the bag, though, and before he knew it he was walking out of the store with a map, a bag of chips, a bag of chocolate coffee and an angry Russian glaring at his back.
Once again out in the freezing wind, Raito Yagami was now not-lost with a bag of goodies, instead of not-lost with nothing to show for it. As he processed the map in front of him he was actually working on L's current puzzle in the vast expanse that was his mind.
Why would L say those things? Sure he could be a selfish bastard, but even socially retarded L knew that snapping at him like that was unacceptable to most of the general public.
Then again, so was how they usually spent their nights.
Raito shook his head violently, sidestepping around a patch of ice as he ran through what had happened before L's strange behavior. They'd been staking out Heischner when L had suddenly leapt from his seat and ran out into the snow. Raito had chased after him, and eventually caught up and lifted him out of the snow. They'd returned to the hotel, Raito had criticized him for his actions and questioned… Ah. There it was. Whoever L thought he'd seen in the crowd, he didn't want Raito to know.
As if sensing Raito's train of thought, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. The only one who had his number was L, and he contemplated ignoring the detective before deciding that only bad things would stem from that path.
He veered into an ally and away from the whipping snow before opening the phone and bringing it to his ear.
"Hello? L?"
"No, this is Misa-Misa. Can you not tell?"
Raito frowned, grinding his teeth together irritably.
"Shut up, Ryuuzaki."
"…I have made a break in the case. Return immediately."
Rolling his eyes, he shifted to balance the phone onto his shoulder before reaching into the plastic bag and pulling out the bag of chips.
"No you didn't. You just don't-pop- want to tell me that you're bored and miss me."
There was silence on the other end as Raito noisily crunched on a chip, marveling at how quickly it seemed to freeze from the point it left the bag. If the silence meant anything, his nonchalant snacking was annoying the detective as planned.
"Raito, I will properly apologize when you return. Take two lefts and then a right." –Click-
It figured that L had bugged his phone. Raito snorted and returned the chips to his bag, not quite able to be angry at his whims. Why was it that the longer he spent with the man, the easier it was to deal with him?
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L was scrolling through the files that they had collected so far on Heischner. He'd just gotten off the phone with Interpol, and was in a foul mood. He'd gotten Raito off the hook, though, and they wouldn't need to meet with them unless a huge development in the case was made. That was always a plus for anti-social L.
Heischner was a serial drug dealer/ child molester/ terrorist who also happened to be very high on Interpol's most wanted list to parallel his spot on the Russian Mafia's most valuable list. There was no image available for him, although he had been described as being "Normal, like someone you would see on the street." Although Heischner had seen them, they had not seen him. All they had on him was video footage that made him indistinguishable.
L was in the process of profiling him, with Raito's help, and he didn't like the conclusions that they had been coming to.
Glancing at the elegant clock once more he estimated that Raito would arrive in three…two…one…
Nothing.
Frowning, he hopped from his swivel chair and padded towards the door. Raito was probably just outside, wimping out on actually confronting the detective.
He wrapped his hand around the metal knob tightly, and as he began to turn, he was met with none other than---
A door in the face.
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Raito blinked at the man sprawled on the floor in front of him, his numb mind taking a while to process what had happened. In a moment he was next to L, lifting him so that he was in a sitting position before checking his face to see if anything was broken.
L swatted away his hand, scooting backwards as he rubbed the side of his face.
"I'm fine, Raito. I should have seen that coming…"
The boy frowned and crawled over to L, who had his back to the far wall and was giving him a curious look.
Realization donned on him as Raito made no attempt to stop his advance, his palms on either side of his thighs as L unconsciously brought his hands to the brunette's shoulders. He leaned up, muffling L's protests with his lips.
The kiss was slow at first, just a soft greeting. As Raito's lips warmed up, though, it became deeper and more heated. Before it could get too serious Raito pulled away, resting his forehead against L's.
L's eyes were half-lidded and his breath was coming out thick and hot on Raito's lips. He struggled to recapture his thoughts, but when Raito kissed him like that there was nothing he could do about cognitive abilities.
"What are you hiding from me, L?" The boy murmured as he nuzzled the others neck, making the question seem fleeting and unimportant.
Warning sirens went off throughout L's subconscious as he pushed the other away, eyes hardening as both opened their mouths in preparation for an argument.
They were interrupted, though, by the ringing of L's secure line.