Symphony 2- In Minutione (The Bloodletting)
Takes place a few nights after L and Light made their Accord.
L lives on his family's estate, in the countryside just right outside of London.
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"You called?" Light asked, entering the large, darkened library and shutting the heavy oak door behind him. L was seated in a large, red, cushioned chair, a wooden table in front of him that had a tea set placed on top of it. Light could see that there was some blank music sheets strewn on the table as well- no doubt he had been working on a composition while he had been waiting for Light.
L was just pouring himself a cup as Light came in, and he gestured with his free hand to the other chair directly opposite of him. "Yes. Please, have a seat. I wish to ask you some questions."
Light nodded, walking to the chair and settling himself into it, quirking an eyebrow as he saw that L was situated in his crouch- but barefoot, this time. He had not seen much of the boy in the past few days, getting fitted for better clothes, settling in, and learning his new duties from Watari, but Light was becoming to think that this crouch was the way that L normally sat. How odd. "Ah, of course. Whatever you wish, that was the terms of our Accord, was it not?" Light sighed, sitting back and watching silently as L dropped sugar cube after sugar cube into his tea.
Finally, he could take it no longer and spoke up. "I thought the English took their tea black?" Light asked disdainfully, eyeing the cup of horridly sweetened tea with distaste.
"Well, it is lucky that I am not fully English, then," L said nonchalantly, dismissing Light's inquiry to take a sip of his tea. "How utterly horrible it would be to have to drink this bitter liquid black. But then again," L said, setting the cup down, "perhaps the amount of sugar I put into it will make my blood taste sweeter…"
Not English? Light's eyebrows furrowed as he took in the black-haired boy sipping his tea. While he did indeed, did look like he could be something other than English- French or Japanese, perhaps, or even Italian, though the boy had a sort of ethnic androgyny that he could be anything, really- his mannerisms and way of talking all but screamed British.
And wait- sweeten his blood? Light's amber eyes blinked as he realized what L was saying. "You want me to drink your blood."
"Well, I don't want you to, but it's part of the Accord, yes? You've most likely waited long enough. I figured that tonight was as good a time as any." A strange emotion flickered through L's obsidian eyes as the boy looked up, his thin face inscrutable. "But before we do that… Tell me about your species. I've read as much as I could on them, but I find some of it to maybe inconsistent with what I've observed from you thus far- if not completely foolish."
"You possess quite the deductive skills, don't you? Have you considered a career in detective work?" Light asked, somewhat amused, and also impressed. The boy had done his homework, then. But Light was admittedly curious about the boy. Though he had heard some of the music the boy had been working on- his sensitive ears could pick up the notes floating thought he door of his soundproofed room, and Light had to admit that it was extremely good- he seemed more suited to other things, with the introspective questions he asked and the deductions he made.
"…Briefly. My father wished for me to go into the field, as he was quite the detective himself. However… I found that solving cases and helping people in general was greatly disappearing. I found the sound of the piano much more preferable to the sound of others' voices, and that instead of figuring out who had done what murder, I was more concerned which key to write my next piece of music in. I saw notes and staffs and musical signs instead of words detailing who had been murdered or who had been robbed. Eventually, my father grew frustrated and told me to pursue my interests- and he hoped that I ended up a failed, penniless vagabond one day," L finished, his voice growing softer in reminiscence. There was a raw edge to his voice as he spoke- it was obvious that he had a great love of music, and his father's words had cut him deeply, Light thought.
How sad, to have a talent such of L's attempted to be nipped in the bud before it fully had a chance to blossom. But L had persevered, and Light saw proof of the boy's accomplishments in the music he heard floating through the great manor daily.
But Light was also curious- where were the boy's parents? It was odd that an adolescent would remain alone in such a huge estate
"How… inconsiderate."
"I do agree. But I believe that you've deflected the question I posed to you, vampire."
"Yes, of course. My species… you are actually correct in saying that many theories and legends regarding my kind are very much wrong."
"I thought so…"
"We are not undead- that is a foolish notion. Dead things cannot, and will not ever come back from the dead and 'live,' so to speak. We are simply a different species- an innovation of humans, if you wish to think about it in technical terms. Our bodies are wholly dependent on blood- it serves as oru food, and is needed for or bodies and organs to function. We convert the blood in our bodies to energy, and is used up in that way- it's the reason we need to feed on other humans' blood- to restore that which has been used up."
"Fascinating. It seems as if your body had attempted to evolve to become wholly-self sufficient- but something went wrong, and now you are forced to feed on that which you are wholly dependent on…"
"I guess you could put it that way…"
"What I'm innately curious about, though, is that if you are an all-powerful vampire- if all vampires are superhuman…. Why do you not try to control London? Or the whole world, for that matter?"
"Because I have no desire to," Light replied, his voice holding nothing but honesty as he shrugged. And he wnted to shudder at the thought- dealing with the whole world… it was a bit much for anyone, the weight of the responsibilities too heavy a burden for even a vampire's strong shoulders.
"What?" L asked, recoiling a bit as he was taken aback, automatically setting his teacup down to lean forwards, his hands clutching his knees.
"Humans have us all wrong. We aren't bloodthirsty beasts out for world domination, L. We are actually very human in our wants and needs. We all desire families, to be loved and accepted. We are not cold, unfeeling creatures. We seek out companionship- often, groups of vampires form clans, which are families of vampires who all live in a single area. These calls are often like towns, in a way. They are refuge for those who are shunned by humanity," Light explained, his amber eyes taking on a faraway look as he remembered clans he had briefly joined in the past before he had moved on, feeling restless. He had been more than welcomed there; all vampires were, but he still felt uncomfortable there, as if he didn't truly belong. And so after a few years, he had moved on, searching unconsciously for something he couldn't put a name on.
"But… wouldn't humans just kill those vampires?" L's question broke Light out of his thoughts, and he returned his gaze to L, the boy leaning forwards indecently.
Hearing L's question, Light's lips spread into an almost condescending smile. "You are still very young, L. I've lived many a century; trust me when I say that vampires were not always regarded with fear. Many centuries ago, the real truth about vampires was known, not the skewed version you humans have come up with. Centuries ago, when a human was turned vampire, that person was not then an object of fear; instead, he or she was a being to be pitied and loathed, for vampires are regarded as parasites, living off of other humans' lifesource. In fact, a vampire was referred to as 'In Maledictus Prasitus.'" The name slipped off of Light's tongue and he winced, remembering all those who had hissed it maliciously at him as he passed through town after town, shooting him hate-filled glances and loathing looks, yet not daring to do anything to him for they knew he could kill them quite easily.
Still… the memories stung after all these centuries, even after the lips of those who had maliciously called him that were long silenced by death.
L's eyebrow rose as he repeated the name silently, then out loud, making Light wince as it fell from he boy's lips smoothly. "The Cursed Parasite. How interesting…"
"Perhaps," Light allowed. Yes, his history probably was quite interesting to someone in L's position; but to Light, it was a bit painful to remember.
"So this human desire is why you don't wish for power? Why do you live off of slum filth rather than other, better fare?" L asked, referring back to Light's earlier words.
"Such as yourself? Because I'm scared, L," Light replied, to L's apparent confusion. "Think: if I were exposed as a vampire feeding off of nobles, what would the city do? I assure you, I wouldn't live long; and while it is veer hard to kill me, I can be killed. Many vampires such as myself are common people, just trying to make their way in the world. They do almost the same thing as me; however, they are even more paranoid than I because of the dangers they face, living among normal humans. I took the safe route; no one cares if a random slumster dies. In fact, it's common. I do what I do and eat what I eat because it's safe. I haven't lived this long just to meet my end because I wished for a better-tasting meal."
"But…what about special abilities?" L asked. "Surely, if you have telepathy or some such thing like that, you would have been able to wipe those people's memories after you fed from them, letting you feed as often as you wish with the human none the wiser."
"Special abilities…?" Light asked trailing off, quirking an eyebrow. He then snorted, shaking his head. "Feh. What humans conjure up in their free time. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I have no such things."
"Really?" L asked, leaning forwards, his eyes wide with curiosity. In the dim light of the room, lit only by the fireplace and a few lamps, what little light there was reflected off of L's wide eyes, making them almost mirror-like. Light could see himself reflected in the black orbs, and he was captivated, unable to look away from them as he continued talking.
"No. We do have enhanced senses and physiology- I'm much, much faster and stronger than any human, and my senses are quite keen, but I cannot set things on fire, levitate them with my mind, or delve into other humans' or vampires' minds, either," Light told him, smiling a bit. He knew of these misperceptions on a human's part- over time, legends of his species had slowly overtaken the truth, twisting the facts and intertwining the made-up parts and true parts until they were indiscernible from one another.
Though he found the myth that certain vampires could shoot lightning bolts out of their eyes to be particularly amusing.
"So, basically, you don't have any special abilities or anything like that?" L said, leaning back, and regarding Light with disappointment, picking up his cup and taking a sip of the now-cooled liquid." How saddening. I do think I got gypped on that regard," L snorted, regarding Light critically over his cup of tea. "No special talents indeed…what good's a vampire if he can't set things on fire with his mind?"
"Blame your stupid human misperceptions of my kind," Light snapped. "I've been living quite happily without the ability to 'set things on fire' as you refer to it, and I will continue to do so long after you are dead."
"Yes," L said, his mood changing from lightly mocking to almost…sad… as fast as quicksilver, eyes suddenly dropping to the ground, a strange flicker within them. "I suppose you will."
There was an odd silence that pervaded the room, and Light waited for L to ask another question, but nothing more came from the boy's pallid lips. Deciding to dispel the sudden strange mood and move on with the night, Light leaned forwards, his amber eyes locking with L's obsidian-black ones.
"Shall we get on with this? I'm rather hungry, and I do believe I've sealed my part of the deal."
L's face paled radically, though Light wouldn't let his sympathy get the better of him this time. He was hungry, and L had said that he could feed from the boy after he had answered his questions. Well, not in those exact words, but it was the automatic assumption that Light had made, judging from the impaction of the boy's words.
"You know, I do want you to be at least somewhat comfortable with this if we're going to be doing this every other day or so," Light murmured. "If it would make you feel more comfortable with this, I can take from your wrist instead of your neck. That way, you'll be able to see what I'm doing and can stop me more easily if you get too uneasy," he offered.
L passed for a moment, his obsidian eyes wide, contemplation flickering through them before he nodded slowly. "Yes. For now, I think that would be best." Tentatively, he extended his left arm out, turning it so that the palm was facing up, blue veins tracing almost delicately under smooth, white skin.
L's hand was shaking slightly, almost unnoticeably, Light noticed as he stood up and drifted closer to L, sinking down to his knees in front of the boy. He grasped L's wrist gently, making sure not to hold it too tightly and scare the boy. Slowly, Light drew the wrist up to his mouth, brushing his lips over the soft skin once before flicking his eyes up, locking them with L's.
"Will it hurt?" L whispered, eyes locked firmly onto Light's, unwavering in their intentness. His whole body was tense, as if he were ready to jerk his wrist out of Light's hand at any given moment.
Light paused; he hated to tell the boy this, especially considering how wary the boy was… but there was no choice. He couldn't very well lie to the boy; he'd never trust him after that, and trust was crucial for their arrangement to truly work. He trusted L not to reveal his secret to the world; L would have to trust him not to kill or otherwise harm the boy by taking too much while he fed.
Closing his eyes briefly, he nodded, lips once more brushing over L's wrist with the movement, feeling the warm, thrumming skin slide over his sensitive lips. There was a nice smell to L's skin; almost sweet, and clean, like fresh laundry.
Healthy.
It was the smell of healthy blood, and Light allowed his fangs to extend just the smallest bit as he answered softly. "L… I won't lie. I can't make my bites pleasurable- that's a silly notion, thinking that I can change pain to pleasure simply on a whim. It does hurt- but only for a few moments. My species has evolved to develop a sort of drug that's secreted in our saliva- it has the same qualities as morphine, but in a much stronger, concentrated amount. It numbs whatever skin it comes in contact with."
"I…see…" L murmured, closing his eyes and looking away, determination settling onto his pale features. "Just do it. I won't be the one to break our Accord. You need to feed; so do it. Don't delay any longer."
Light stared at L a moment, before his lips quirked upwards in a smile. Brave boy; Light had to admire him for that. Stubborn as well, but that could be overlooked. "As you wish," Light said softly, before dipping his head one more, inhaling the fresh, clean scent that emanated of of the boy's skin.
Mouthwatering. Absolutely delectable-smelling.
His eyes lighting in anticipation, he extended his tongue to lave across the area of the potential bite in saliva, hoping that it would numb the area a little bit before he bit into the wrist and make it less painful.
Because he knew from experience how much a vampire's bite could hurt.
He heard L give a little gasp as his tongue touched the boy's skin, licking it a few times. His eyelids fluttered as he tasted the boy's skin- it was warm and clean, and he was able to detect the slightest steady pulsing of the boy's blood under the skin. Absolutely divine…
"That feels weird," L muttered, slitting open an eye and looking down towards Light. He snapped back to attention and looked up at the boy's quiet words, amusement glinting in his amber eyes.
"Yes, I suppose it would," Light mused, licking the wrist regretfully one last time, but the sorrow at being parted from the boy's skin was soon overcome by excitement as he thought of the delicious meal he would soon be consuming. Light raised his head fully, allowing his fangs to extend to their full length, feeling them slide out over his lips.
L sucked in a shocked breath at seeing the ivory fangs poking over Light's lips, and suddenly, Light was glad that his eyes didn't glow red or that his features didn't twist unnaturally while he prepared to feed. That would not help him in his endeavors to put the boy at ease.
"Relax," Light said soothingly. He brought his free hand up and tapped at the saliva-slicked area on L's wrist, seeing the boy's eyebrows furrow at the feeling. "See? You can barely feel anything here. It will most likely be a sharp pain, before it fades to an aching soreness. Not too bad," Light reassured him, dipping his head back down to L's wrist. He regarded the nervous boy calmly from underneath his lashes, wishing there was something he could do to set the boy's mind more at ease and eliminate the fear and nervousness dancing in the boy's obsidian eyes.
"May I?" Light asked once more, wanting to make sure the boy was mentally prepared for what was to come.
L hesitated a moment, before he nodded- unsure, but it was a definite acquiescence.
Not wanting to wait another moment, with the smell of the boy's blood filling his nose, Light parted his lips, pressing them down onto L's wrist, eyelids fluttering as he inhaled the boy's unique scent. He licked his lips unconsciously, unable to help it, before he set the tips of his fangs gently over the place where the boy's pulse was the strongest.
He could feel the pulse hitch under his lips, in a response to the fear L was no doubt experiencing, but he ignored it- L had committed to this, and pulling away would be question the boy's resolve and no doubt hurt L's pride.
And that was something Light didn't care to do, being rather prideful himself, despite what he had been doing the past few years in London.
He prodded the skin gently with the tips of his teeth once, twice, letting L know what he was doing, before he gently sank his fangs into the boy's skin, the sharp canines sliding through the thin, white skin easily, slicing through the layers until the tips of his fangs hit the main vein and artery running through the wrist, piercing through the thin outer lining and allowing the blood to rush into his mouth.
And what blood it was!
Light's eyes almost rolled back into his head as the hot, fresh blood poured in a steady stream into his mouth. After such a long tie of feasting on nothing but filth, it was like ambrosia to his tastebuds and starved body.
Clean and packed with healthy cells and other components that made up blood, the liquid burned like the finest liqueur as it raced down his throat, sweet and fulfilling, making him dizzy at the rush and sending waves of energy zinging everywhere, to the tips of his fingers and toes everywhere else, besides.
It was delicious, and Light drank eagerly, taking in the delicious liquid in hasty swallows, though he still had enough of the presence of mind to keep a sharp eye on L, waiting for the first sign that the boy was growing weary and he needed to stop.
But, God, he didn't want to stop. After so long… it tasted wonderful, so absolutely divine and filling…
Still, as Light drank, he noticed L's already pale features bleach even whiter, making his black eyes and the circles ringing them even more stark- in an unhealthy, faint sort of way. L's head bobbed a bit, his eyes growing hazy, and light saw a flash of worry streak through them. "Stop," L whispered, though his voice seemed very weak and faint- and it was only then that Light noticed the boy was trembling slightly all over, as if it took great effort to keep sitting upright.
Light reluctantly withdrew his fangs, dislodging them silently and drew back, wiping his chin. He cursed himself mentally as he grimaced, realizing that he had miscalculated; he knew exactly how much to take from an adult without it killing them, but Light simply didn't think about tL being much smaller and slighter than an adult- and so, he had taken too much.
The boy looked like he was about to pass out.
"Damn," L said breathily, raising a trembling hand up to his face and examining it through eyes that looked as if they were struggling to focus, before they drifted off to Light. He winced at he saw the bleariness invading L's eyes- a sign that he had been careless and taken too much.
Stupid. He had been stupid, to get caught up in his meal- a mistake only younger vampires made. Mentally berating himself, he nonetheless snapped back to attention as L continued, his voice wavering slightly.
"That… was quite fascinating. And painful, if I'm to be honest. Though… I feel quite foggy," he finished faintly, bringing his hand up to his forehead and shaking his head, failing to notice the twin trails of blood that streamed down his wrist from the puncture holes.
"L!" Light exclaimed, swiftly getting up and catching L as it seemed as if he were to fall out of the chair. Worry flickered in Light's amber eyes and flashed through his body as he pulled the boy's thin frame into his arms before L could topple over.
"Hey," Light said frantically, seeing L's head lolling limply on his neck. He shook the boy a bit, and it seemed to snap him more awake, because he lifted his head to level an indignant glare at Light.
"Put me down at once," L hissed, blinking once and attempting to shake his head in an effort to clear it.
Light let out a breath in relief- there was the feisty little brat he had come to refer to L as in his mind. He was about to do as the boy ordered, but after a glace down at the boy cradled in his arms, he changed his mind.
Really, in an odd sort of way, the boy could almost be called endearing- in the way a kitten hissed and spit in a futile effort to warn off something bigger than them. The way the boy's wide obsidian eyes narrowed into annoyed slits, even as he unconsciously clutched Light's black- clad arms in an effort to keep himself balanced was reminiscent of the ferocious kitten.
Smirking, Light shook his head. "You need rest and plenty of solid food and fluids to restore the blood you've lost tonight. I doubt you can
"You also wanted me to be your bodyguard, if I recall your words correctly when we first met. Bodyguards take care of their employer- which is you, in this case- and what sort of bodyguard would I be if I allowed you to simply lie here, weak and helpless and unprotected? I highly doubt you can stand by yourself, as the blood loss has made your body weak and mind faint. Let me carry you to your room, and then I shall leave you alone."
The boy was silent for a few moments, his eyes narrowing in contemplation, and Light could see conflicting thoughts clashing in L's mind. His pride was no doubt warring with the knowledge that he should accept Light's help; he wouldn't make it up the stairs otherwise. Finally, L seemed to come to a compromise within his mind, and he looked away, glowering at the ground ill-temperately. "Fine," L huffed, relaxing into Light's grip and allowing the vampire to hoist him up and grip his lithe body better.
"I'll call Watari in to clean up," Light told L, walking away from the chairs and table to the large oak door of the library. It was still slightly open, and Light hooked the tip of his foot nimbly into the open crack to slide the door open, slipping out.
L didn't respond to that; looking down, light could see that L's eyelids were fluttering, and could feel the grip on his shirt slackening, his hand going limp. Light wasn't too worried, though; L's blood had restored his vigor and he could feel the energy-filled blood churning in his veins, sharpening his senses and strengthening his body more than both had been in years.
He could hear L's pulse in resounding in his ears, easily able to be heard from his newly-sharpened senses. It was a glorious feeling, to be this refreshed and restored after years of living with muddled senses; thus was the difference between living off of bad blood vs. healthy blood.
L's pulse was faint, yet still steady, and Light mentally made a note to quit sooner the next time he fed from the boy. He had badly miscalculated what the boy could give, and it wasn't in him to want to see L like this. As much as the boy had infuriated him at first, being away from the boy in order to settle in had allowed him to re-evaluate his feelings, and Light had come to the conclusion that L's curious, unabashedly blunt mannerisms were just a part of the boy's eccentricity.
Such as his crouch and habit of wearing no shoes.
Light allowed a small smile to flirt at the edge of his lips as he climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to L's room. Yes, the boy was certainly amusing and made for an interesting specimen to watch.
And his blood…
Light closed his eyes, repressing a pleasurable shudder at the thought of the boy's blood. It had been delicious… and already Light felt himself carving more.
One could liken it to a human's addiction to sweets; give a starving man a piece of old, crumbly cake and let him feast on that for a few days and he would be grateful, but give the same man a piece of spongy, rich, fresh cake after the other, and he'd choose the fresh cake over the old any day. It was the same for Light regarding blood- L's blood in particular.
He came to a halt as he reached the door at the end of the hall, so caught up in his mental musings that he had almost crashed face-first into it.
Oops. Light grimaced, then shifted L easily into his left arm, his enhanced strength letting him handle the thin boy with ease. To Light, he weighed next to nothing; L's weight was comparable to that of an ink-quill in his arms. He then opened the door, stepping through, and re-shut it with a backwards push from his foot.
L's room was sparsely furnished, alto Spartan in its lack of furniture. If not for the elaborate design scheme or golden inlay on the fancy wallpaper, it would look almost… sterile, Light thought. But then again, he amended as he looked down at the boy in his arms, seeing the dark circles that spoke of many late nights with little sleep, perhaps he didn't use it all that much.
The boy lived more in his music room with his piano and constant supply of sugar and fresh composer's paper than in his room or anywhere else in the large estate.
How sad… what a very lonely existence.
Though, the lack of L's parents made Light only the more curious. No doubt Watari had been taking care of him; perhaps his parents were away on vacation or business. It certainly wasn't unheard of for nobles to take off somewhere and leave their child behind so as to not have to worry about them.
It was harsh, but the reality was that children were reared to continue on the family name and in some cases, businesses. They were not brought into existence to be loved.
Light felt a flash of pity for L as he turned down the bedcovers and placed the boy's thin body onto the silken sheets. He honestly could not remember his parents all that well; he had been 24 when he was turned, and already out of his parent's home and working in the rice patties on a community farm, and had been doing so since he was 16. He didn't remember what it was like to have a loving family- memories of that were long banished and obliterated by the years he had spent trying to survive as a vampire in a world that hated and loathed them.
Sighing as he got lost in his memories, Light grasped ahold of the wrist he had drank from and examined it, wincing. It would seem as if in his haste to get to L's blood, he had not been careful enough… the puncture holes were larger and deeper than he usually made them, and blood was oozing from the twin holes steadily.
Cursing his carelessness and incompetence, Light went and searched about the room until he got lucky and located some bandages that were set off to the side. Judging from the small pinpricks of blood on the white cloth, they had no doubt been used for minor pricks of the finger from an ink quill or some such things; quills could get quite sharp, and Light himself had nicked himself more than once when his grip slipped on one of the writing utensils.
He went back to L's side and quickly wrapped up the puncture marks on L's wrist, making sure the bandage was tight enough so that it wouldn't fall off, but not too tight so as to cut off circulation or make the sleeping boy uncomfortable.
He stood up and stitched as he finished bandaging L's hand, tilting his head down to examine the boy that he was now in service to more closely. As long as he was to be with the boy until he broke the Accord- which Light heavily doubted the prideful boy would do- or he died, as humans were annoyingly wont to do, he might as well get to know L better.
His eyes swept along L's thin form-for an adolescent boy, he was quite thin, and a bit on the short side as well. But his face… Light had to admit that the face was quite unique. With a sharp chin and high, wide cheekbones, it was almost… exotic looking.
Although it was frustrating as well, Light mused, as he pulled the bedcovers over the boy, but not bothering to undress him. He was an assistant and manservant, not a butler and caretaker.
Though the boy had said he was not British, he had given no other clue as to what ethnicity he was, and that made the boy's past particularly hard to puzzle out. It was annoying, how little he knew about the boy, and yet L had been able to figure out Light's own darkest secret- the fact that he was a vampire- out through observation, and by himself.
If only I could read minds…Light thought regretfully, shaking his head and turning away from the sleeping boy- or the boy he thought was sleeping.
The hesitant calling of his name made Light stop and look over his shoulder, surprised to see L sitting up, clutching at the sheets, twisting them in an unconscious sign of uncertainty. An array of emotions flickered through L's wide eyes, but Light had to admit he was surprised when the boy glanced away and muttered, "Thank you."
"For what?" Light asked, not knowing what he was thanking him for. There was no need to do so for bringing him up here; he had practically forced the boy's hand on that one, and both of them knew it.
"For stopping when I asked… I was unsure if you would, but that you did… perhaps you are more noble than I first assumed."
Huh. Light felt a shocking warmth streak through his being at L's quiet words, and he was unable to stop the small smile pulling at his lips. "You are most welcome."
L was silent for a moment, and then he looked back up, determination set in his gaze. "Now that I've given you my blood, you are honor-bound to serve me, yes? Tomorrow, I want you to start your duties. Meet me in my workroom at 8 o'clock sharp- and bring tea."
Light stared at L for a moment, taken aback by the commanding demeanor he had taken on. Before… he had been almost hesitant, almost prodding at Light with his questions, never really giving him an order as if to see how far he could get away with ordering a supernatural being of Light's caliber around.
Now though… it seemed as if their actions tonight had reassured L of his control over Light, due to the accord, and he was cementing their deal by giving Light his first order, after he had given his blood to Light for the first time.
Astute little brat. A bit endearing… but still a brat, nonetheless.
Light blinked, and then a smile slowly stretched his lips.
"Of course," Light said quietly. "As you wish."