A Different Suite
Chapter 5
Oh, my.
I have never come across a creature who looked so delectable in blood.
It was so simple, yet so . . . pleasing.
The crimson touched his hand and suddenly, I wanted to unravel him.
I itched to cover his lightly bronzed face in the sticky substance and simultaneously, I wanted to strip him to reveal all his glory and then, utterly tarnish it. Obliterate it.
I could imagine running my silver along the curve of his throat and slicing into that flawless skin.
In the depths of my mind, I sense a split conscience, but it no longer mattered.
All that mattered was him.
His unruly auburn hair and now wide chocolate eyes. They had an irritating gentleness to them as he clenched the pathetic girl's hand. Why did he care for her?
She spoke to him.
What did she say?
As I watched her stiffen, I had to suppress a giggle. I suppose she won't be saying any more.
I was heavily disappointed when he dropped the bat and sprinted away. I thought he would be more amusing than that. Humans never cease to disappoint me.
I picked up the bat and sharply inhaled where the alluring boy held it. He was so sweet.
I bet he tasted equally delicious. I heard myself chuckle hoarsely.
The thought nagged me once more:
What did she say to him?
The raven grabbed his wrist. The student resisted the urge to blush.
"Before Light-kun leaves, there is more he must know." The steely gleam appeared in the raven's eyes once more. Light had seen this change several times and now realized that this was the gaze of the detective codename L, not Ryuzaki. Not the student or the musician, but the brilliant renowned detective. It was overwhelming for Light to realize that he had shared nearly dozens of mornings with the man who was currently considered one of the greatest detectives in the world.
Not only that, but judging by what happened earlier between them, the detective was most likely interested in him.
There was no way Light could prevent that detail from inflating his ego.
The student waited for the man to continue.
"The culprit's pattern has changed." The man's dark eyes met Light's earnestly.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
After a soft vibrating sound interrupted them, L flipped out his cell and held it delicately to his ear in his usual pincer grasp. The student suddenly wondered about all of the times he had answered the phone at the café, was he conducting the investigation while nibbling on pastries and playing him in chess? Light wished he had listened in on those conversations instead of giving him privacy.
"None of them?. . . Ah, I see." The student noted not only that the detective was speaking English, but he had a slight accent. He was slipping the phone back into his pocket. While leaning against the lockers, he continued.
"The rate as to which murders are occurring has sharply increased. For the last three deaths, the culprit has only waited a day in between each. I have cameras set up throughout the campus and tonight, I arranged several police officers as well."
The man raised his hand to his lips.
"I have just received word of not only Misa's death, but none of the police officers caught a glimpse of the killer as well."
The student disapprovingly watched the man begin to gnaw his thumb. He reached forward and plucked it from the man's lips.
"Don't do that."
"It helps me deduce. Does Light-kun not want me to save his fellow musicians?" L raised a brow.
"What? Of course I do. But. . . I don't want you to eat your thumb off in the process." Light focused on the abused thumb, suddenly incapable of making eye contact. He rotated it his hand and could see the small cut on the edge of his thumb beginning to bleed. He raised his eyes to the detective's. The eccentric man lightly smirked.
"Is Light-kun concerned for me?"
"You're arrogant."
"Light-kun is avoiding the question again."
L was getting dangerously close. His pale hand was touching Light's hips again and his breath warmed the man's lips. The student could feel the adrenaline flood through him as his heart pace quicken. He felt an odd mixture of curiosity and anger. Curiosity, as this was a new experience for him, and anger that the man could be so inconsiderate about the timing. The detective didn't even know if he was gay much less interested.
The student simply refused to give what Mello suggested a chance. This was Japan and the notion of homosexuality was highly looked down upon. While the lifestyle did not personally bother him, he would prefer the plain, old straight lifestyle. It would require no awkward moments with friends, family, or co-workers. It was just easier. Besides, while Light had never seriously been involved with someone, he knew he was not gay.
However, even as he leaned away from the detective, there was no escape from his warmth or the pleasant smell that filled Light's senses. It was a clean, refreshing smell. As if he only used bar soap and unscented body lotion. He found himself slowly leaning in as well.
However, as quickly as the man leaned in, he was pulling away.
Was he getting teased?
Light was never the one to get teased. He was the one to do the teasing.
Wait, the notion of teasing would imply that Light wanted him and that was most certainly not the case.
"We must be leaving. Watari-san is waiting outside with a car." The detective did not bother with the papers on the floor and left the locker room. Light followed the slouching man.
As L said, Watari was waiting outside next to a sleek, black limo. The older man was not longer donning his usual dark mysterious clothing and instead was in a suave, pressed black suit with a dark emerald vest. His silver hair was neatly combed back and the student could not easily estimate his age. He smiled warmly at the pair as they approached and Light felt more at ease with the man around. The musician noted the strong contrast between L and the older man in appearances.
"Good evening, gentlemen." The elderly man nodded toward them as he held the door open.
"Thank you, Watson-san." Light almost snorted, a reference to Sherlock Holmes? How appropriate . . .
"We shall be going to the investigation building."
"Of course. I have prepared refreshments for the trip." While the man had a warm air about him, the gun holster attached to his shoulder provided a clear indication of what he was capable of doing. He closed the door after Light slid in next to L.
"It will be roughly an hour before we arrive. There is much to be discussed." The detective said with his hands resting on his knees.
"As I have said already said, the pattern has changed. The killer is no longer killing to cleanse as we thought. His motive seems to have changed . . ."
"Perhaps he is beginning to enjoy the act? The thrill of it?"
"Likely. The last two murders were of very talented musicians."
Light nodded. He could not erase the image of Misa's pale face and his hand twitched to illogically wipe the dried blood off his black tank. It was not only a cruel reminder, but it was bringing out the somewhat anal retentive side of Light. He didn't like his clothes dirty, especially with something as revolting as blood.
The raven interrupted his thoughts, holding out a white styrofoam cup to him. Light wrapped his hands around it, revelling in the familiarity of the aroma and the warmth of the dark liquid. It was as if he was in the coffee shop with the raven again, discussing the case over pastries and chess. No blood, no bodies, or killers possibly roaming about the campus.
L silently watched as the auburn haired man sipped on his steamy coffee. The fluid was a soothing warmth in his once dry throat.
Light briefly wondered if the eccentric man was attempting to comfort him.
"I have been interested in asking for Light-kun's assistance for weeks, but I had to be certain I could trust him first. The killer has managed to evade any police I have dispatched. Further, this case has been exceedingly agitating in that while there is evidence left at scenes, such as blood and hair, we cannot match them with anyone in the database."
"Its most likely his first offense."
"His? It is possibly a woman. We must keep our minds open to all possibilities."
"More statistically likely though, and women typically kill in less. . . violent methods."
"Yes, it is more likely a man. While the footage obtained shows a figure with his hood up, we know his build and that he is white. Also, DNA found at the scenes that did not belong to the victim were that of a male. Same DNA showed up at each scene."
The detective was testing him again. It was as if he wanted to determine if Light was really as intelligent as he seemed, or simply agreeing with everything. Or perhaps he wanted to see if his responses would change now that Light knew his real identity, which they wouldn't.
L opened a small cabinet next to his seat and pulled out another Styrofoam cup, he pressed the cup against a latch inside. Light watched steamy, black coffee fill the white cup. The raven dropped obscene amounts of sugar cubes in and stirred with a red lollipop that Light never saw L get out to begin with.
The detective was eyeing him now while giving slow licks of his lollipop. He looked like he was molesting the thing. . .
"But first, Light-kun will require clothing and the sorts."
As the student was about to thank the detective for his consideration the man added:
"Its very . . . distracting."
The raven's dark, hungry eyes trailed up Light's thighs and torso, raking in the black tank and jeans that Light threw on in a rush.
Scratch that, L wasn't being considerate.
Light narrowed his eyes while sipping his coffee, which was beginning to feel very heavy in his hand. Why did he feel so weak suddenly?
"Ah, I digress. As I was saying before, I require Light-kun's prospective in this case. I recall you once saying you wanted more information on the murders in order to make theories. You may have access to all of my files and my equipment. However, there are conditions."
Conditions? This made Light wary.
"Such as?"
"Light-kun must live with me." The man said with a blank face.
"What! Why?" Talking was beginning to feel so bothersome to the student, it seem to require so much energy.
"It is quite necessary. Light-kun will have knowledge about not only my whereabouts, but vital information in terms of this case. It is too risky to let him leave my side until the investigation is complete."
"But what about school, the orc-"
"The school is closing for the rest of this semester. They are announcing it tomorrow." The detective interrupted, his monotone with a slight edge. He seem to be getting annoyed with Light's many questions.
"Oh. . . I see." The student leaned back, as a wave of exhaustion hit him. The repeated jolts of adrenaline must have zapped all of his energy. Not to mention that he didn't get very much sleep, it must have almost been about four in the morning. His eyelids suddenly felt very heavy and the words falling off L's lips suddenly made no sense. They became strings of muffled sound, reminding him of an American cartoon he once saw as a child. Finally, he surrendered and slumped against the detective's shoulder.
"Light-kun?" The detective glanced at the younger man, whose eyes had fluttered closed. The student must have been exhausted after all that had happened, despite the coffee. L removed the cup from his lap and put it aside.
He returned his gaze to the student and shamelessly stared more openly than usual, which would have undoubtedly annoyed the youth if he was conscious. The younger man's dark eyelashes rested against his smooth cheeks and his lips were slightly parted. He looked uncharacteristically relaxed, unguarded, and open to experiences.
Vulnerable.
He was simply put, gorgeous.
It disturbed L that he could feel so possessive of someone. It was a quality he didn't think he was capable of. He dipped his head and brushed his lips against the musician's. It was chaste kiss that somehow felt more meaningful to him than any other kisses shared between them. It was mischievous and the detective knew the man would most likely be angry if he knew of his actions.
Watari must have taken a sharp turn as Light slipped from his shoulder and almost crumbled into the floor. L caught him in time and lowered his legs to let the student rest in his lap. It wasn't important to have the additional forty percent in deducing right now.
L ran his fingers through the soft auburn locks and examined the details of the case.
He had a bad feeling about this case, and unfortunately, his intuitions were usually correct.
It was absolutely vital that he caught the killer soon.
He had to protect Light.
A/n: D: I'm very sorry the update took so long! I've had a very stressful month, but I shall be updating regularly again. I have the next chapter already half way done. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :) Lots of amazing things will be happening in the next chapter! Kisses, fluff, and something bad is happening to Light (hint: it involves the killer 3)! Its gonna be epic.
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