Um, I haven't had much inspiration lately... it's summer! On the summer, I usually don't do much at all XD. So I'm sorry if I've taken a long time before updating. It's short, too... It's hot here, my brain is boiling, and that's bad.
Thanks to all you reviewers and all who has favorited and/ or alerted this!
I can't promise not to be this slow again... sorry.
The weird Gone with the wind reference was L thinking: frankly, he didn't give a damn. Stupid, I know. Hold me responsible.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
And English is not my first language, so excuse me for the possible spelling errors. I can't even spell English right- seriously. It's true. XD Please bear with me! (OK, I did that one on purpose...) Maybe they're both OOC? Sorry...
My messenger from hell
chapter 2
Usually, when you call someone in the middle of the night, you expect to be met with irritation. If the one you're calling even bother to pick up, that is; or if they get the chance to wake up, curse, stumble out of bed and reach the phone before you, feeling a little uncomfortable due to the inappropriate time, give up and hung up.
'Usually' does, however, not seem to apply to insomniac detectives whose eyes appear to be undressing you both physically and mentally whenever they're looking at you.
L picked up after the first signal.
"Yes?"
His dry voice, no feelings revealed.
"Ryuzaki," Light cried, suppressing the shivers running through him, but wasn't good enough to keep them from making his voice tremble.
Just a bit, but detectable. L would notice it.
"What's the matter, Light-kun?"
Of course he did.
"You are sounding rather strange, as if you were about to cry," L declared wryly.
And of course he wouldn't hide the fact that he'd noticed it. Damned socially handicapped idiot.
Light took some relaxing, deep breaths, fighting down the urge to sob. What was this, now? He was making himself look bad.
This was embarrassing. Shame on him. He never should have called.
"Now you're being stupid," Light said, chuckling.
"Light-kun keeps on calling me stupid," L observed.
"Yeah, whatever. I just couldn't sleep is all." Light knew he was clinging to the phone like it was a damaged lifeline, and he sure as hell was glad L couldn't see him. "I, I can sleep now. Goodnight, Ryuzaki. Sweet dreams."
'Of me, you pervert.'
"Light-kun should know I barely ever sleep," was L's answer. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"Bye," Light said, and then he hung up.
What was he doing? Sighing, he put the phone down at his desk, spinning it around with heat less fingers, watching it with tired interest. Really, why wasn't he sleeping? He should go to bed. The room was cold anyway; he slept in only boxers, after all. That must be the reason for him trembling- it did make sense. He was half naked, and the room was cold.
Light suddenly flinched. A pen was laying at his desk, at the left side of a book about philosophy he'd finished reading this evening. The pen was out of line: how come he hadn't seen it before?
It lay at least five centimeters too far to the left. That was bad. It had been lying there for, let's see, something like two hours now.
He corrected it carefully, put it back where it rightfully belonged.
"Bad pen," he told it.
It didn't answer.
He abruptly turned his back to the desk and returned to bed. So this was what you got from not sleeping. No wonder L was such a freak.
When he crept back under the covers he wearily wondered what L was actually doing now. Working on some case? Probably being all weird, astonishingly annoying and intelligent as always. Light buried his face in his pillow without longing for sleep. That might mean he had to remember what he dreamed again.
When Light woke up again, it was still night. He knew it without having to open his eyes; if it had been day outside, the light would have shone through. The reason for him waking this time was a complete different, though. It had nothing to do with nightmares.
Exactly what was it that had woken him?
It was a feeling, of some kind. Like being watched. Yes, that was it. Like... like he wasn't alone.
Light opened his eyes, lit the lamp beside his bed, and managed to stop himself from screaming.
A pair of huge, black, apart from the darkness utterly empty, eyes were staring into his from what appeared to be something less than an inch away. The dark bags under them and the messy, black hair (or whatever you called it) above them, the pale skin surrounding them; he didn't need any of it other than the eyes to tell it was L.
Those eyes that pierced you in a far from pleasant way- how he hated them.
L had a small smile on his lips, which made his face look even creepier.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Light hissed, trying to move away from the freak without making it too obvious.
"Light-kun did call me." L looked slightly offended. "I assumed that meant he was in need of my company."
"So you just fucking broke into the house?!" Light yelled, getting more and more upset- he didn't often use the f-word. "And when you talk to me, I'm 'you', not 'he'!"
L gave a little, irritated sound.
"I'm not you," he replied, dead serious. "Light-kun is lying."
"...Wha...?" Light made a face when he finally got it. "Oh shut it, Ryu! It makes you sound like Misa, you know that?"
That was one of the positive things about arresting Misa as the second Kira: no more obsessive stalker girl. God, he didn't miss having her around.
He just hoped they could hurry up executing her, so she wouldn't get a chance to escape and start tormenting him with some weird notes or killing his cat (not that he had one) or something.
"Now Light-kun is insulting my very being," L accused him of.
"Well, you can't say you didn't ask for it!" Light was, by now, lying pressed up against the wall and it wasn't really comfortable. He did his best to shield himself with one of his gray pillows. "Go away!Off with you! Go to hell!"
"I have not made a move in Light-kun's direction," L pointed out. "Why do you act as if my biggest dream would be to molest you in your sleep?"
'Cause I know it is. Creep.' But Light was all too polite to say that out loud.
"I'm saving myself for marriage!" he shouted instead, not being able to retreat further.
As long as someone didn't wake from his screaming, it was all good.
"That's fine, Light-kun." L examined his favorite chewing object, his right thumb, and didn't even care to glance over at the teen. "I am not planning on raping you, although I must admit the idea has crossed my mind."
Light jerked an eyebrow, not really sure if the detective freak could see it since he was now a part of the shadows in the corner, and stayed in his (hopefully) safe position.
"You're not helping," he said, scowling.
"I was joking," the detective explained, but since Light was quite sure he lacked sense of humor, it didn't convince him.
'Yeah, as if. Weirdo.'
"Now I've had your company," Light said. "Can you go away? This is a crime, you know!"
A smirk appeared upon L's face.
"Would Light-kun have Kira kill me, then?"
Okay, his only sense of humor was just plain weird.
"Please?" the teen begged.
To this, L didn't react at all. He simply stared, eyes like abysses filled with nothing but black, and God, this was just wrong!
"Are you even listening? Hello?" Once again, Light raised his voice without giving it a second thought. "What if my family finds you in here? That would be so... Ugh, I can't think about it!" Trying to go back to his usual, polite manners, he added: "It was really thoughtful of you and all, but I do need to sleep now."
'Cause I don't wanna end up like you. Ha ha, fat chance. I'm a pretty straight A student with a great fashion sense and nice, no, lovely, hair, and even though it might be infectious, it's a high probability I'm immune.'
The night was screaming with the voice of the wind outside and it was easily heard over their silence. L had a somewhat odd look at his face, odd because it was so concerned, caring in a way that made Light nervous.
What was it with those eyes? Last time he checked, they contained nothing.
Who would've thought the goddamn antisocial geek could show something so close to being earnest emotions?
On the other hand, Light had never expected L to kiss him either. Rather clumsily, it had been too. Without knowing why, he felt his face get taken over by an uncharacteristic blush.
"I endeavor to forger the fact that Light-kun has yet to thank me for coming here," L said, sounding as if this attempt of his made him a very good person.
"Fu...damn! I didn't ask you to come here!"
"But you called me."
"I was confused."
L's eyes were mesmerizing.
"Light-kun," he said calmly. "What was it that you dreamed?"
No. No, he was not going to tell. Light grimaced before pulling the cover over his head, hiding from the eyes and not the night.
It was so cold and so unfriendly, sinister and vicious, and he could not shield himself from it, for it was under his skin, running with his blood, and nobody else could see it.
What was it? Something L was far too logical to understand.
"Go away!" Light repeated, doing his best to not scream too loud.
No answer to that but the silence. If he was lucky, it meant L was sneaking off somewhere by now, like back to that fishy swamp he originally came from. Or that hole in the ground.
'No offense, Spider man, but you make me f-ing nervous.'
Suddenly, he felt something pulling at his feet. He yelped when two ice cold fingers made their way to his bare skin.
"What the hell are you doing, you fucking creepy bastard?!"
He threw the covers of him while delivering that sentence.
"What language," L said. "I did not think you were permitted to speak that way in this house." He bit into his thumb again, but wouldn't remove his left hand from Light's feet. "Light-kun's room is boring. This house is boring. His whole family is boring too, except maybe for his sister. She must be adopted..."
"I don't care, smart ass!" Light interrupted. "Hands off!"
"Light-kun has nice feet," L commented.
"I do," Light agreed. "But they are my feet. Mine! Don't touch!"
To assure they didn't fall victim to those freezing skeletal fingers again, Light pulled his feet up from the end of the bed and decided to sit on them.
"It is as if you do not want me to massage your feet," L said sadly.
"Damn right!" Light snapped, very tired, irritated and frustrated by now. "No. Please. I want to go to sleep."
"What if you dream again?" L asked.
"I won't," Light said, even though that was the thing he feared the most himself.
"It does not feel good to leave you without have accomplishing anything," the detective murmured. "I...wanted to comfort you."
He said it hesitatingly, with a warmth his face did not show.
'The ice is very thin, and it's getting thinner,' Light thought. 'It is very fragile. And when the flow breaks through the wall, there'll be black water both underneath and behind me. It will take me with it.'
"Please, let me sleep."
Maybe it was the tone of desperation in his voice, but L seemed to finally decide to take him seriously.
'Please, make it stop...' Light went on thinking, quietly rambling. 'It's here already. No, it's coming, and oh god I cannot swim...'
"I will... go now," L decided.
Then he did something that was as unexpected as the kissing incident; he leaned closer to Light and had his lips touch the younger boy's forehead.
Light got the feeling that even this sleep deprived odd ball knew something he didn't, but it burst like a bubble the moment the lips left his skin.
"Good night, Light-kun," L said.
He said his name so often. He always said it, and Light needed to hear it. Maybe he understood the shadow casted by the dark madness lurking at the back of his mind.
'Would you save me if I asked you to?'
He didn't need to be saved.
'Could you?'
"Good night, Ryuzaki." Light smiled, but it felt unnatural.
'When did I forget how to smile and mean it? Ah, right, as I recall it was the images tearing apart my sanity... and yet, I'm perfectly sane.'
"Ryuzaki, wait!" Light called out, but by then, L had already gone.
"I had this horrible nightmare," he told the empty room- an unsatisfying substitute for L and his unwashed hair. "I dreamed I was Kira, and that I killed you. I dreamed I smiled when you died."
The laugh raising in his throat was not his; it belonged to someone who should rightfully be instituted at a psycho ward, and that mere thought made him laugh even harder.
It's kind of short, I guess. The pen part was fun to write XD! Light being crazy... it suits him.
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