Warnings: Slash... uhm... terrible moodswings?
Disclaimer: Not mine! Bwah, like you guys don't know that!
A/N: :Hides behind the couch: I'm terribly sorry for taking this long! :Peers around: I have been going through my finals lately, and they are soon over! Therefore, I was able to update now, after writing about five minutes every night since th beginning of May! I wish I could provide you with an awesome chapter full of action, but this one has been quite the hazzle, so I'm sorry to say that this chapter is not something I am too proud of.
...However, I have a lot of things planned now! The ideas are popping up like fireworks and thanks to Mistltoe, I now have a fully developed plot in my head! This chapter is therefore dedicated to you darling! (Even if it's not my best) I also want to ensure you guys that the next one will be one hell of a show, and let me just tell you that you are definitely going to see more of-
-haha, I'm not telling! But I promise, it's kinda cool! :grins:
Now, back to the story! Please enjoy the seventh chapter of Game Over!
Game Over
Chapter Seven
"A Familiar Face"
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"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.
For some weird reason, the previous mass murderer felt every single syllable as a needle, piercing through his now rapidly pounding heart and with a small gasp, he stepped back from the detective standing before him. His brows knitted and without realizing what he was doing, he brought a hand to his chest and squeezed it in a tight fist.
Growling deeply in his throat, the hazel eyed male gritted his teeth and narrowed his gaze dangerously.
Why did those words affect him so much? He had always known that the detective disliked him, and even though L had never really confirmed this, he knew it was true. L hated Kira and everything he stood for and Light was always his primary suspect. These facts spoke for themselves, and the countless times L had accused Light of being Kira only strengthened this assumption. The detective had been against him from the very beginning, and he'd wanted Light to go down, with or without evidence. Light knew this and it really should not matter to him, seeing he felt exactly the same way about the detective.
He loathed the man as much as L hated him, so what the fuck was causing this strange, dull ache in his chest?
Why would a couple of heated words from the man he considered his arch enemy cause such an unpleasant reaction and why should he even care what L meant?Light hated L with a passion, so the bastard's words and opinions should not matter at all!
He crossed his arms over his chest and peered over at said bastard.
L eyed him with a icy stare and Light could literally see the poison swirling in those big, onyx eyes. His lips were twisted in a small sneer, reminding Light of an animal defending itself.
Light almost laughed at the sight, but it was a scornful and harsh kind of amusement he felt, one filled with hatred and rage. L was really pathetic.
In disgust, he let his eyes roam over the hunched figure and felt his anger rise with every second. Everything about the man made him sick. Everything from his pale, smooth features, to his hunched back and soulless eyes. He had learned to loathe those features, and Light knew without a doubt that there was not a single person in the universe he hated more than L.
Not even Near.
The thought of his other nemesis made him curse inwardly.
Why the fuck did he have to think about that crippled brat right now? As if one stone faced fucker wasn't enough! Damned be both of them and their ability to turn their features into unreadable slates of ice.
Though, regarding L now, he was all but calm and his expression was darker than Light could ever recall to have seen it. He was pissed, no doubt about that, and the auburn haired male was sure he had only seen him this upset a few other times.
The first time he had seen L show any kind of emotion was when the investigation team watched the video from the second Kira, which stated that Shinigami existed.
Light had been greatly surprised then, seeing as he had never imagined Ryuuzaki as the type to fall out of his chair in shock and he remembered that for a swift moment he had actually wondered if the insomniac was suffering from a heart attack. L's whole body had gone rigid and a strange, choked sound had escaped him just before his arms shot up and he fell to the floor.
Unfortunately, his actions were not forced by an upcoming heart attack, simply a reaction to the message from Misa. Despite his disappointment, Light had been highly surprised and he'd found it very intriguing that L had lost his cool like that over the mere mention of Shinigami. It could, of course, have been an act, but Light found that highly unlikely, seeing as he doubted the detective would chose to react that way, had he been able to control his actions.
But, one never knew with L. He was capable of quite the amount of things and a brilliant actor, so Light would not throw away the possibility.
However, Light thought, to someone as well-minded as L, whom always relied on his logic, the thought of such things as Death Gods would cause great upheaval. L would never accept the thought of something so illogical. Light assumed that the sole idea of immortality and other realms was as incomprehensible to the detective as a life without cake.
Remembering L's nasty sugar addiction, Light grimaced thoroughly and a small huff escaped him.
He was not going to let L's words affect him. This idiotic, weak excuse of a man was not going to get under his skin. Ever.
God, and by that him, would never allow it. Feeling his temper rise, he raked a hand through his tousled, dirty hair, and turned away from the detective.
"Well," he began, voice cold and emotionless, "I don't care if you hate me Ryuga. In fact," he paused a little and let his gaze travel towards the clouded sky, "I find the thought quite pleasing."
L didn't reply, but Light knew he was probably seething with rage right now. He eyed the heavy clouds, wondering briefly if it was going to rain again and as he tried to think of a possible shelter, he was reminded of the invisible cuffs that seemed to link him to L. His heart rhythm sped up again and he almost lost his forced composure once more.
Damn!
Why did he have to be chained to L? He felt like crying and the idea of being with the insomniac till the end of times made his insides churn painfully and his head spin, to the brink where he thought he was going to pass out from irritation. He probably would have done so too, hadn't it been for the fact that L was still watching him and he did not want to give him the satisfaction.
"Why would I feel satisfied by knowing who shot you? I was merely curious, Light-kun."
He was trembling with anger now. This was so wrong! So goddamn wrong! What had he ever done to deserve a fate this gruesome?
Been Kira perhaps? A voice suspiciously similar to L's, suggested in his mind.
Shut the hell up!
God, he was going crazy out here! L was in his head as well! What kind of mess had he managed to entangle himself in? And why weren't there any therapists in the effing afterlife?!
Argh!
"Light-kun is a terrible liar." Came L's quiet reply and Light felt himself jump at the detective's words. Terrible liar? Him?
Says the one who was fooled to his death by said terrible liar!
The damn detective was so damn dense sometimes! He was supposed to be a genius for God's sake! How could he possibly think that he had anything to say in the matter?
Couldn't he just understand that he was in no position to speak his mind? His opinions weren't important any longer, and nobody gave a damn about his thoughts or ideas! He was no longer in charge of anything! Kira had turned those tables a long time ago, and now Light Yagami was the one pulling the strings! L, on his side, had been reduced to something small, powerless and utterly pathetic.
He was nothing! Nothing compared to God!
He refused to turn and face the black eyed nuisance, so he stubbornly kept his eyes occupied with glaring at the sky. The rolling, stormy clouds traveled noticeably fast over the wide, gray panorama, like a herd of wolfs, searching for their prey. Starving, bloodthirsty predators, hunting for flesh.
He gritted his teeth.
Speaking of that damned detective. He was not even going to give L an answer. The bastard didn't deserve one! Maybe, he though with a scowl, if he just ignored the insomniac, he would go away. That was most unlikely though. Knowing L, he would use every chance he got to torment Light!
What kind of weather was this anyway? Only hours ago it had been brilliant, while now a storm was coming up?
This place was just as deceiving as L himself!
"So you think I'm a terrible liar Ryuuzaki?" He spat venomously. "That seems about right, coming from the one who called himself my friend!"
L raised his brows and his eyes grew, if possible, wider. "What?"
"Oh, don't even try to play dumb with me! All you ever wanted was to prove that I was Kira!" He tightened his already clenched fists. "You never thought of me as a companion L! You lied! Just like you're accusing me of doing now, so don't act like you're a goddamn saint!" He was fuming now, and the words kept streaming from his mouth, "you kept telling me that I was your first friend, the only person on your level, and yet you constantly tried to get me to confess that I was Kira!"
"Well I was right, wasn't I?" The spidery detective had raised his voice now, and beneath the smooth emphasis, Light thought he could make out a small tinge of... something. Something he could only recall to have heard there once before; in the stairwell, after the rainstorm. L had seemed sad then, pained even, and for the first time, Light had thought he saw beneath the porcelain mask, only for a swift moment. Somehow, those darkened orbs had seemed heavier that day, and his face had held emotions Light had never thought someone like L could harbor. He had seemed more human then, more real.
He scowled and threw the memory away. This was not the time to take a drive down memory lane!
"That's hardly the point, L," he hissed, flinging his wet hair out of his eyes, "even if you were right about me being Kira, you could not be certain at that point during the investigation! You wanted me guilty!" He pierced the insomniac with an intense, scolding glare, "and that's hardly something a friend would want, is it?"
There was a pause, and the two of them just stared at each other. Neither of them batting as much as an eyelash.
Then, L lowered his head slightly, and his lips moved almost invisibly. "No..."
Light felt his heart jump despite himself. "What?"
The detective's gaze dropped a little, but his eyes soon found Light's again. He regarded him for a couple of seconds before a soft sigh escaped him. "It's not something a friend would do Light-kun..." He bit his lip and fell deep in thoughts for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and he stubbornly stuck his chin out. "But, it's what L would do to Kira."
Light felt his anger flare once again, and his earlier state of awareness disappeared with the wind. "Oh, fuck off, Ryuuzaki! You're never gonna stop are you? You're always gonna avoid the subjects you don't feel comfortable with, just like always. You're a coward L! A coward!"
L was about to open his mouth and retort, but before his words fell, an all too familiar laughter was heard from above them. Light's eyes shot open and he flipped his neck backwards so fast, he was surprised it did not snap.
His breathing stopped.
There, against the swirling, untamed sky, Light saw a familiar, lanky silhouette hovering over them. Even through the dim light, the hazel eyed male saw the lopsided, wicked grin he knew so well.
The sight made his stomach twist and for a moment the serial killer thought he was about to throw up.
And he thought things couldn't get worse?
He'd been wrong.
Undeniably.
"So..." The figure spoke hoarsely and shivers traveled down the brunet's spine. "We meet again Light-Yagami."
A/N: There... :wipes forehead: Now, FINALLY that's over! And the fun can begin! After I have finished updating The Solitude of Heart and posted my KH-longshot I shall give my full attention to this baby and trust me, it'll be FANTABULOUS! :grins:
Oh... and please point out errors and mistakes!