"Well.. I think I'm in love with you"
Light looked up from the spot on the floor he was concentrating on, and looked towards the detective. He was slightly taken aback by the look on L's face. He had expected some kind of reaction, but L only looked at him as he usually would, the same bored look on his face, carefully observing Light. But, Light noticed, his eyes were looking glazed over, as if he was deep in thought. He kept watching L, as if waiting for a reaction, but nothing came. It made Light furious, as well as hurt. Who ignores someone that's in love with them? Who does that? Apparently L does.
"Where in the hell did that come from?!" L thought.
L observed the situation and did his best to come up with SOME kind of solution to the problem, however for the first time in his life, he had no sarcastic remark to throw back at Light, or any calculations to go through in his mind.
The both of them stood in complete and utter silence, waiting for the other to say something to break the ice, but neither did for a while. Then, Light was awoken from his thoughts as L's voice broke the silence.
"Light-kun, I don't think it is fair to be playing games with someone's emotions like that"
"Well, don't you agree that it is impossible for Kira to be in love with anybody, seeing as he is an immature, selfish murderer, let alone be in love with the one person who's trying to send him to his deathbed?"
"Ryuzaki, for the last time, I am NOT Kira! When will you ever trust me enough to believe me?!" Light yelled across the room, turning his back on L.
For some reason I wanted it to be true. What I said. I didn't want to be Kira at this moment. And I wished L would believe me. Through his quirky habits and his annoying accusations, I'd somehow found a soft spot for L, even though, as he said, he was trying to send me to an early death.
"I will say it again, Light-kun. You ARE Kira. And trust does not exist between us, as Kira and L, nor does it exist between us as Light and Lawliet"
Realizing what he'd just said, L felt a chill run through him. Was Light Yagami, Kira, now going to kill L? Of course he would. He just hoped Light didn't catch on to what he said.
Light slowly turned to L, and looked him directly in the eye. L thought he'd met his fate, and began to panic, but then his heart slowed as Light walked towards him, not taking his eyes away, and suddenly pushing him over the chair behind him, leaving L lying on the ground feeling his bruises from earlier start to throb and ache again. Light slowly bent down, and put his hand on L's chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken.
"L, being chained to you like this has surely shown you that I trust you, seeing as I sleep in the same bed as you, shower in the same bathroom as you, and live in this flat with you. Obviously that trust is not returned, as you are constantly accusing me of being Kira and watching me like a hawk. BUT, as you hate to admit it yourself, I'll tell it to you straight. You, Ryuzaki, obviously do trust me, seeing as you trust me enough not to strangle you and throw apples at your head while you're telling me I'm Kira. And frankly, the amount of times I've wanted to throw you out the window is getting to a ridiculous amount."
Again, L was left gob-smacked. He knew what Light had said was true, that Ryuzaki did indeed trust him. When he wasn't working on the case, L had managed to develop a soft spot for Light, and always felt quite safe with him. He wanted a friendship with him, a proper one. Not daring to admit it though, L had kept it to himself, and instantly he regretted not telling Light that he actually did want his friendship.
Given this though, if he did take up Light's offer to be friends, he'd lose concentration on the case, and he couldn't afford to do that. He knew Light was Kira, he just needed the solid evidence, which he was trying to gather by keeping Light pent up in his apartment, watching his every move. This proved to only annoy Light, and had made Light suddenly despise L, or so it had seemed to L.
Apparently he doesn't hate me.
He watched Light walk away, with his fists clenched and a strangled noise coming from the doorway. The door slammed and L was left to ponder in his thoughts.
What was I supposed to say? That I trusted him? I couldn't do that.. that'd be showing weakness… could I? No! Stop thinking that. He's your enemy. He's killed hundreds of people. You can't trust him.
L felt a vibrating noise coming from his back pocket, realizing it was his phone, and answered it to hear Matsuda's voice.
"Yes?"
"Ryuzaki, you do remember I have camera's set up?"
"Yes"
"Well I think you should come and see this"
"Okay.. see what?"
"Just come up to the observation room now, and I'll show you"
"Okay, see you soon"
L shut his phone, feeling strangely nervous about what he was going up there for. Was there really something he had to see? Or was it Matsuda going to lecture him about Light? Or worse..
Oh god. He shuddered.
I don't even wanna think about that.
L hadn't realized he'd forgotten to tell Light he was leaving until he was already up to the room, and felt a bit bad. But what he saw on the screens before him made him feel even worse. Feeling guilt run through him, like a burning in his stomach as if his insides were on fire, he looked at the screen a second time and blinking a few times to make sure he definitely wasn't imagining what he saw.
Without thinking, L ran from the room, leaving Matsuda, and making his way towards the stairs. Attempting to slow down, L dug his heels 'into' the concrete, failing miserably and ended up tumbling down the flight of stairs, only to get back up again and begin to run towards the door to his apartment.
He grabbed the door handle, and wrenched the door open, flinging it back, and leaving it abandoned as he made his way to the bedroom door. Again, with no regard for the door, he flung it back, and stumbled on himself as he ran into the bedroom, then ran on towards the bathroom. He had seen it on the monitors, but never did he expect what his eyes found.
L stood, looking down at the scene unfolding before his eyes. Light was lying on the floor, a steady flow of blood running down his hand, and shaking slightly from the coldness of the floor below him. To L's horror, he saw some blood seeping from Light onto the white tiled bathroom floor, slowly trickling towards the drain in the middle of the bathroom.
He yelled at Light, to get up and move, but Light only grunted slightly and made a gesture towards his hand using his head. It was only then did L realize the shattered pieces of glass that had scattered around the bathroom, covering Light, with some pieces now digging into Lights hips, back, and arm. L didn't know what the hell he could do.
He was surrounded by glass, and if he took a step towards Light he'd only hurt himself, which wouldn't help him in getting Light out of the bathroom. Taking his chances though, he stepped around the glass as best as he could, taking quick breaths if he stepped on a shard of glass, but nonetheless he kept moving towards Light.
Finally reaching him, L tried to pull Light up, but Light resisted, moaning in pain as L noticed the rather big piece of glass in Light's arm. Instead, L picked Light up by the waist, trying to be gentle but unsuccessfully, as Light still continued to moan and hiss at L. By the time they had gotten out of the bathroom, L's feet were cut open in a few different places, and Light was in a huge amount of pain. L laid Light down on his bed.
"I'll be back" L said, receiving a nod from Light.
He walked into the bathroom, trying to find the cause of all the glass. In the monitors he'd seen Light yelling and crying, but didn't see anything else that would indicate glass being shattered. Then again L had left pretty quickly. His eyes scanned the room, until they met the shower. A whole pane of the glass door had been smashed, and obviously Light had either kicked it or punched it, and falling over in the process. If the situation wasn't so delicate, L probably would have laughed at the thought of Light falling over, but seeing as this was no laughing matter, he restrained himself.
Walking back out of the bathroom carefully, he sat down next to Light. Looking over Light, he could already see his clothes being stained, so he did the only thing he could do.
"Light-kun. Take off your clothes, we need to get you cleaned up" L said, feeling a bit embarrassed by his request, but it needed to be done.
"No, I can do it myself" Light snapped back, anger still seeping through his voice and his hate-filled glare.
"Light-kun, do you see yourself in a position to be so stubborn? You're bleeding all over the place, and are no doubt in pain. Take them off and we can get this over with"
Finally giving in, Light allowed his shirt to be taken off of him. He turned around to face L and was shocked to see that L was observing his wounds, with a sign of actual remorse and concern in his eyes. L hadn't noticed Light's observation, and continued looking over Light.
He really is an idiot, L thought to himself.
He got up, and went into the bathroom, trying to find the bath oils he'd kept in his cupboard. Once he'd found them, he grabbed a towel and bandages on his way out, and made his way back to the bed. He sat down, and started to slowly take out the shards of broken glass from Lights back, earning himself a grunt of pain each time he went to touch the boy.
"Light-kun, this won't do itself you know"
"I know that idiot, but I'd prefer it to be someone that didn't cause this situation in the first place."
"I hate to tell you, but I didn't force you into breaking that glass. Now, will you stop squirming and let me do this?"
Light remained silent, and kept his mouth shut other than a few hisses of pain that escaped his lips when L had tried to remove the shards.
Still groaning in pain, Light was starting to feel a bit sick, and started to panic a bit.
Did I lose a lot of blood?
He must have, considering the towel beside him was covered in crimson patches. He wondered how L had managed to find him, and how he'd known where to run, but that didn't bother him at this particular moment. He was glad when he'd seen L run in, as much as he hated to admit it. L had shown concern and fear in those usually emotionless eyes of his, and as much as Light was in pain from all this, he knew he'd gotten somewhere with L, and that made it all worth while. Lost in his thoughts, Light didn't even notice the pain anymore, and was surprised when he felt a little less sick and his breathing had returned to normal.
Once L had managed to get all the glass out, he began to wrap bandages around Light's stomach and lower back, where nearly all the damage had seemed to be done, and tied it tightly, earning another hiss of pain. Sighing, Light turned to Ryuzaki, and did something he never thought he'd do.
"Thank you, L" he said, disgusted at himself for ever thanking L for anything, but still feeling grateful that the detective hadn't just left him there bleeding on the bathroom floor.
"It's no problem. Now, sit still" L replied, in a slightly forced calm voice, as he didn't know how Light would react to what he was about to do, and didn't know whether it was going to be a help or a hindrance to Light's current hate of L.
He continued though, ignoring the fast beating of his heart, and grabbed the bottle of oil, opening the lid and putting a small amount on his hand, smearing it over both his hands and tossing the bottle aside.
He put his hands on Light's back, and although he felt Light's muscles tense up, he started to rub his hands along Light's back and shoulders, giving him what L thought was a massage. He'd never once even witnessed someone receiving or giving a massage, let alone giving one himself. Despite that, he worked at Light's tensed muscles, gradually working them out of his back after a few minutes. He kept going however, and Light apparently was enjoying the sensation, as his breathing had shallowed and his head began to droop.
Suddenly, Light was up against L, his back facing L's chest, and had fallen asleep. Giving a small smile, L leaned back and let Light rest on top of him, then realizing how weird it must have looked, slowly moved Light gradually to his own side of the bed.
He smiled softly, and felt the days stress tear through him, making him feel drowsy.
He fell asleep to the sound of Lights breathing, and the warmth of the blankets surrounding both him and Light.
For the first night in a long time, L had a peaceful night's sleep, without being awoken by the sound of his own screams in terrifying nightmares.