"Hello, Ryuzaki" said the shinigami, still crouching on the window sill.
L was shocked. There really was no other word for it. It was like all the nightmares he had been trying to suppress sprang to life. Even when his mind had been pre-occupied with cases he had taken on, thoughts of shinigami and kira never strayed far from his mind. What further disturbed him to no ends was the fact that the other worldly being confronted him like they knew each other. Like they were friends.
'Nice to see you still think about me, L'
The shinigami's previous statement replayed in L's mind. The puzzles started to click into place, but the threads of reason kept colliding with the emotional up roar.
Light observed all this with amusement. The composed, reserved L, his L, had transformed into someone much more…vulnerable. The mayhem going on in L's head showed.
It showed.
That, in itself, was unusual L behavior. To the common onlooker, it might have seemed that L was experiencing a mild case of indigestion, but to Light, it was as if all of L's uncertainty, confusion and fear was laid out before him, for all to see.
'You have lost your touch, L' thought Light with glee
'To not have figured it out by now'
"Light-kun"
A deep, mono-tone voice interrupted Lights thoughts. Light looked down to see obsidian eyes staring at him with indifference, his act of nonchalance given away only by his tensed shoulders. Something only Light could have noticed. Then again, he notices everything. Everything about L.
"A fate befitting the cruelest man to have walked the earth, Light-kun, for what I see is a lonely shinigami who doesn't know when he has lost" whispered L, studying the ugly shinigami before him.
'Ugly' thought L and chuckled inwardly. 'Fate is not without a sense of irony'
Light clearly saw the flicker of amusement crossing L's eyes with a sense of irritation. 'Bastard' thought the shinigami, but aloud he did not voice his annoyance.
Instead, he said tauntingly "Questions. They are reeling inside your head, aren't they, Ryuzaki? Why I am here, why your still here. And I know how much you hate it. To be left in the dark"
'Danm that Light!' thought L while he chewed his thumb in that absurd fashion. 'He knows that the only thing that I hate more than losing is not knowing why. Or how. '
"I am well aware of the questions I have, and the only reason why I am not pushing you out of my window, my dear Light-kun, is because I know you have come to answer them. Is it not? Or have you come for a cup of tea, which we would have while discussing the tragic event of my death. The death that you were largely responsible for" retorted L, his voice dripping with sarcasm
Light chuckled. L always did have a way of turning the tables.
"My, my, L. You have been harboring quite the grudge. True, I was responsible, partially, for your tragic and untimely death"-L snorts at that- "But I am also largely responsible for you still being here. You know, for not still being dead."
L froze hearing the last sentence.
His current state did not improve when he saw Light taking out what looked like a notebook. A black notebook. A notebook he only knew too well. But before L could get over the initial shock, he saw Light taking out another note book, this one different to its partner only by the colour. And the title.
"You see what this is, L?" Light said as he held in front of L a white note book.
L looked at the notebook held in front of him. It was Lights triumph card to this argument. L didn't know when he started to regard this conversation as an argument but he knew Light was holding all the winning cards. Because he was holding all the knowledge. L lost. Again.
Besides, almost all the conversations they had were hidden or obvious arguments. Except that one time… '
'No' L thought. He mustn't think about that now. Not now.
"Well, L? Are you not going to work that pretty head of yours and tell me what this is? "
L blushed. Not out of embarrassment, but because of the compliment.
'Does Light-kun really think I have a pretty head?' L could not help but wonder despite the obvious peril that Light posed. He shook his head furiously.
'This is not the time. That happened a long time ago'
"It brings people back to life"
Lights voice brought back L to the present. To what was happening.
He guessed it. No, he knew it, didn't he? He knew it but did not want to contemplate the consequences. The bad or the good. He had enough of the supernatural.
The detective wanted nothing more than to brush off Light's ridiculous ranting as bluff. He wanted to stab the wretched shinigami to death. He wanted to run as far as his feet would take him. He wanted a strawberry cheese cake. No, scratch that, he needed a strawberry cheese cake. And two packets of sugar. Make that four. And coffee. Caffeinated, black coffee. With extra cream. And lots and lots of suger cubes. Lots and lots…
L sighed.
'This is going to be one long night', thought L,
'Or a very short on If I get my way'