To Raito A Wrong

Prompt by KainVixenheim: "Can we have a 'Harry is L'? And maybe a 'Harry is called in as a specialist when L decides magic is used in the Kira Case'? Or even (as you have just shown you aren't too opposed to slash) a 'Harry x L' thing?"

Premise: "A Trope With A Twist"

Disclaimer: AU elements; sort-of-not-really continuation of the "Harry-as-Light" thing; implications of romantic feelings and/or intentions between two male characters; implied hand-cuff shenanigans; lighthearted as fuck. UNBETA'd.

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Raito blinked, fighting a flush as L...Ryuzaki...leaned forward, nearly close enough for his lips to brush the bridge of his nose.

"Raito-kun has an unusual scar."

He blinked, nonplussed. Of all the things...

"Well, yes."

"Does Raito-kun know how he received such an unusual mark?" The question was innocent enough, but the undertone of was it Kira was obvious.

He didn't bother to hide it when he rolled his eyes. Honestly, with how the obnoxious panda carried on, you'd think everything, from clogged toilets to scraped knees could be attributed to the heinous killer.

"I've had it for as long as I remember. My dad said I had it when he found me."

He ignored the dark eyes boring into the side of his face, cursing as the heat of a blush rose from his chest, up his neck, suffusing his face with warmth. Hell, even his ears felt hot.

How mortifying.

Now, had he had such a reaction to Misa, well...it would be unfortunate (because Misa, looks aside, was really no prize), but he'd at least understand it.

This...this he could never, ever understand. L was a slob and a pervert, with no regard for anyone other than himself. Not to mention his none-too-subtle sadistic streak.

The less said about his interrogation techniques, the better.

"...Raito-kun is adopted."

L...damn it all, Ryuzaki's voice jarred him momentarily out of his embarrassment.

"Yes...I thought you knew? It's public record."

"Hn."

At long last, Ryuzaki returned to his perch in his chair, leaving Raito to slump in his seat. A dry, unfamiliar laugh—hell, he hadn't even known the man could laugh—startled him. "67 percent."

He blinked, but not out of confusion. He'd been hearing those damn percentages long enough not to ask for clarification. So, no, he wasn't confused...more shocked. Just yesterday, after inadvertently drinking the last of the coffee, his percentage had spiked up to a startling 98 percent...to be dropped 31 percent in a span of 16 hours was...unusual.

"...Ryuzaki?"

The man's lips quirked, his hooded eyes drifting lazily across his face (...aaaand, there went the blush again, god damn it all). "It's simple, Raito-kun. As likely as it is that you are, in fact, Kira-kun, I find it hard to believe that a mass murderer would develop a crush on the lead investigator."

Raito could only gape at the smug detective. Normally, he'd have a million and one come-backs at the ready for every thing L could think of to say to him. Normally, he could laugh off any silly innuendo tossed his direction.

This wasn't 'normally,' because, well, maybe he did, in fact...perhaps...have some sort of weird crush on L. As unlikely as that was.

He sat forward in his seat, careful not to look at L as he took a sip from his cup of tea. His thoughts lay scattered like so many of Misa's shiny hair bobbles. He knew he should gather himself and give a snappy retort, but...well...how embarrassing.

"Raito-kun has nothing to say? How surprising...65 percent."

His lips twisted into a moue of distaste. "Of course I'm not saying anything, Ryuzaki. I didn't think anything so ridiculous dignified a response."

"Raito-kun's blush suggests it isn't so ridiculous a postulation."

"...and your presumption belies an ego that is dangerous for one in your profession."

A moment of silence, and Raito considered it a well-earned victory, even if it meant an increase in his Kira percentages. His fingers had barely wrapped around the delicate handle of the tea cup when he felt an almighty tug on the heavy chain connecting him to Ryuzaki.

If asked, he'd say that he cried out in startled dismay. He pointedly ignored Matsuda's gleeful chortles over his "adorable little squeal."

The cup met the floor with a crash that was muffled by the loud protesting of his chair as it toppled. Raito twisted, bracing for a fall, his fists clenched in preparation to lash out at Ryuzaki, as he found himself doing more often than not when the man felt combative. He did not expect for spindly fingers to wrap around his biceps, vice-tight, and yank him practically into the owner's lap. He did not expect Ryuzaki to all but head-butt him as he slammed his thin, cold lips against his. He did not expect the sharp teeth of the detective to dig into the soft flesh of his lip as they both went toppling back, hitting the tile with a bone-jarring thud.

Raito rolled gracelessly from his sprawl atop Ryuzaki, flopping awkwardly onto his back. The room was silent, and he knew that the others—his father included—were staring. He couldn't be bothered with that right now. Not when he was trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Ryuzaki had kissed him. KISSED him.

L let out another of his strange, breathy laughs that seemed so odd coming from the stoic man. "Raito-kun is a liar."

"...what the hell are you talking about?"

"Raito-kun does have a crush. I admit that I am flattered."

Without even turning to look at the smug man, he swung his arm towards his face, smirking as his loosely balled fist met the other's nose with a meaty thud.

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