Warnings: Slash, cursing.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: This is kind of a filler chapter, but I think it is important for the story none the less. L and Light needs to get closer to each other someway and therefore, I'm putting them through all of this!
Please enjoy!
mornir-brightflame doesn't think I'm scary, but I'll still say; Do not be afraid of reviewing!! (Haha, well, there's always room to try, right?)
Game Over
Chapter Six
"Wrong"
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"Stop it!" He was cut off by his own laugh, "L stop!" He ducked, as another ball of mud came flying at him, passing his ear inly by inches.
L, grinning widely, but with a determined look on his features, shook his head rapidly and gathered another projectile.
Light, fully aware of the detective's throwing skills, leaped to the ground and started to pick up more mud.
He was not going to stand there while a sugar-addicted insomniac kept throwing dirt in his face.
L was so not going to win this.
Feeling how a rush of adrenaline ran through him, he gritted his teeth and swore victory. He was, however, hit in the shoulder before he managed to collect his own ammo, and falling back a little, he gasped and tried to find his voice again.
"L! Surrender!" He roared, as his amusement only grew.
The raven haired insomniac bent down again.
"Never!" He cried, the left half of his face covered in dark, slowly sliding mud.
"I will never succomb to your will, Kira!"
Light was so surprised that he forgot to aim when he threw his ball. L was making jokes about Kira now?
That was something new entirely.
The L Light knew would never make jokes about something as important as the Kira case, besides, his pride an infamous stubbornness would be enough to keep him from doing so even if someone threatened him with a gun.
L never let go of his believes, and he most certainly did not joke about criminality. In L's eyes, Kira was a foul murderer whom he hated with a passion, so why would he suddenly act as if none of that mattered anymore?
"Aw, come on! Gimme a break Ryuuzaki!"
L just waved him off and flung another slimy ball at him.
"You should know by now," he panted, sounding somewhat exhausted, "that Justice never sleeps!"
And with that he attacked again and in a matter of seconds, Light found himself slipping on the wet ground and suddenly, he was lying on his back. The air was brutally knocked out of him and it felt as if his brain was being rattled thoroughly.
Great, L had just beaten him in a mud-fight.
He not been lying there for more than a couple of seconds, before a shadow was looming over him. Breathing harshly, he tried to sit up and almost expected L to kick him while he was down or something, but nothing happened.
At least not something painful.
"Are you all right Yagami-kun?" Came the detective's concerned voice.
Wait, what?
Concerned?
No, L wasn't concerned. Probably just tired after their fight.
He shrugged it off and nodded, feeling how his hair stuck to his face. Closing his eyes, he lifted his head towards the sky and let the cool rain drum on his cheeks. He wondered if it was going to stop soon, but when he cracked an eye open and peeked at the sky, it was as unforgiving and dark as ever.
A pale hand was extended to him, and somewhat surprised, Light took it and dragged himself to his feet.
Once he was securely standing, he glanced over at L whom was now standing a couple of feet away, thumb in his mouth and a thoughtful look grazing his features.
Light knew that look, and surprisingly he did not feel the slightest irritated by it. L used to wear that exact look every time he tried to force some information out of Light.
In other words, when he wanted a confession.
The detective was all covered in mud and his earlier white sweater was now mostly brown. His skin was dripping wet and black tresses pointed wildly towards the sky.
He looked as if he had just walked through a war-zone and Light had to suppress a laugh.
That was all it took for him to frown, and feeling as if someone had kicked him in the belly, he realized just what he had been doing only moments ago.
He had been occupied playing in the dirt with his worst enemy.
He'd had fun with L.
L and him had been having a good time together! Light actually felt a bit sick at the thought.
This was the man that had indirectly caused his downfall and the one responsible for years of suffering. L had been nothing but a pain in the ass while he was still alive and, the brunet thought with a small scowl, he had not changed.
So why was it that he felt so damn content at the moment?
Fooling around with his arch enemy, throwing mud-balls and making bad jokes was not supposed to be fun! He was supposed to dislike L, hate him even, and it made absolutely no sense that the two of them would actually enjoy each other's company!
The worst in all of it was the fact that Light was feeling so damn carefree.
He felt as if a great burden had been taken away from him and for the first time in a very long time, seven years to be exact, Light felt as if he could lay his guard down.
Not that he wasn't keeping an eye on the detective, no, he most certainly was.
This was L, and the sneaky little bastard could always try something. The guy always seemed to have some kind of ace up his sleeve.
However, despite his lingering weariness, the genius found himself relaxing around the insomniac in a way he had never done before.
When they were working together on the Kira case, he had constantly been aware of L's every move and his mind had never rested. He had not even gotten the time to get to know the detective properly, seeing as he would over-analyze everything the man said, and he had never expected him to be honest.
Therefore his knowledge about who L really was could be described as rather poor, and since he assumed that a big part of his usual behavior was an act, he still considered L as quite the mystery. In fact, the only thing Light really knew about L was that he could not go a day without sugar and that he had all these weird habits, which he forced upon everyone else.
Except for that, Light had no idea of what had been true about his character.
L harbored a brilliant mind, and he was a great liar. He could probably fool about anyone to believe that they had figured him out, while the truth was that he had been acting all the time.
With a hint of amusement, Light imagined that L was actually capable of walking completely normal, and that he only sat and moved the way he did to make a fake alias more trustworthy.
That was highly unlikely however, seeing as he had to be an incredible talented actor to pull off something like that.
However, he reminded himself with a faint smirk, this was L.
He swallowed and felt the dryness in his mouth. Suddenly he came to think about the fact that during the entire time they had spent in this place, he hadn't felt hungry or thirsty at all. He still didn't and considering the amount of hours they had strained themselves in the forest, they should both have been starving by now.
L had not mentioned anything about food yet either.
Sweets, he corrected himself. If L was hungry, he would not ask for food, but sugar.
Sugar was to him like the Death Note had been to Light.
Even though Light hated to compare something so stupid as eating sweets to ridding the world of evil. Well, in any case, it was an unhealthy addiction, and whether L liked it or not, too much cholesterol could be fatal. He chuckled slightly as he remembered how cranky L used to become when he did not get his candy. He would be so goddamn sour—
Suddenly he choked on his laugh as something hit him like a bullet to the chest. In a flash, he realized just what he was doing.
He was laughing because of L. Not at L, but because of him!
Light had not been aware of that until now, and looking over at the detective, he felt how his insides curled as he understood fully what he had engaged himself in.
Suddenly he felt like copying the sky.
This was not supposed to be happening! He was not supposed to be enjoying spending time with L!
This was wrong!
He did not want this! What he wanted was to rage against L. To hit him, kick him, spit at him. Kill him even.
He wanted L to suffer like he had done!
All those years in vain. He would give them to him, punish him for them.
His late childhood had been stolen away from him by this particular man. His dreams, his visions. L had been the one to crush them into little pieces, the one who sabotaged it all. Damned be him and his accomplishes.
Damned be fucking Nate River!
How the hell could Light even be thinking of having a nice time with L, when it was him who had sent him to this forlorn place.
I was all his fault dammit!
Had it not been for the invisible chain that collected them, Light would have ran away at that moment, and as tears started to form in his eyes, he turned around violently, only to elicit a curious little hum from L.
"What is it Light?" He cringed at the mention of his name. Why couldn't L just stick with Yagami-kun?
It was much better! Less personal. When L used his name like that, something happened inside him. Something that only fed the content feeling that was now suffocating him.
He did not answer. Couldn't.
What was he supposed to say? That he regretted their mud-fight and that he wanted L to stay the hell away from him? That he thought he was disgusting, annoying and foolish. That he hated him? Because he definitely did! He wanted the bastard to know it too, but for some idiotic reason he was unable to figure out, he could not bring himself to say so.
"Light?" It was nothing but a soft murmur, but Light felt as if the sound made the ground stir beneath him. Without thinking, he whirled around, hazel eyes penetrating onyx ones, burning with an intensity that seemed to start even the great L.
"Do not call me that Ryuuzaki!" He bellowed, every word oozing with anger, "In fact, do not talk to me at all! I don't want to speak with you and I don't care about your concern! I believe it's fake and it makes me sick!"
The spidery insomniac raised his brows, but did not interrupt him. The look made Light even more furious. "You're dead L! Dead, and always will be. It doesn't matter if you're here and I can see, touch or smell you! I'm dead too and it'd be damned if I had to spend the rest of eternity with you! Hell would be a lot better!"
Where this sudden outburst had come from, he did not know, but when he screamed those things at L, something was released inside of him and he could not stop.
"I," he pointed at himself, "do not want to be here with you!"
God, that was so true! He'd rather spend time with Misa! And that most certainly said a lot! His face was reddening now, and the veins on his forehead was beginning to bulge. He was beyond anger.
Why the hell was he here and who the fuck was responsible?!
This was probably the worst happening ever! World wars and slavery included! He felt like banging his head against a wall. This was so extremely fucked up! Not only was he stranded with L in the middle of the afterlife's nowhere, but he was chained to the nuisance!
"Well," L retorted, interrupting his mental rant, "I do not feel extremely pleasured spending time with you either." His voice was cold as ice and the words literally dripped with poison. "Let me assure you, Kira," he drew a deep breath, "if one of us loathes this, it's me."
The words stung far worse than Light could ever have imagined.
A/N: So I haven't updated in a while, but I hope that's all right. I had kinda fun writing this, but it is a bit short and I would have liked it to be longer. However, I figured I'd post it now and I hope you like it despite the lack of action! I swear to you, there will be yaoi and the plot will- Yeah... I've said it before and I still stick to it! I hope you'll stay around and that I manage to keep your attentions!