Thanks for all the great reviews! I apologize that it's taken this long to get the third chapter up, I have been swamped with things to do. I will hopefully have the fourth chapter up before the 22nd, but if I don't then it will probably be awhile seeing as I will be at MTAC :D Perhaps that will spark some creativity! If anyone had any ideas or you would like to see this story go in a certain direction, review, or private message me. Thank you
"Ryuzaki!" Numerous voices filled the headquarters and L stepped through the threshold, knocking rain of his shirt. "Welcome back!"
"Enjoy your trip?"
"How was England?"
"It was fine," L's eyes scanned the room, searching for a certain Light Yagami. "Everything was great." Where are you, Kira? You were the only thing that helped keep my sanity on that dreadfully long plane ride home, and now you are nowhere to be found?
"Did you bring back any souvenirs? I've always wanted to go to England!" Matsuda span around in his chair and rolled towards L.
"I'm afraid I didn't return with any gifts, I'm sorry Matsuda. Where is Light?"
"Oh, he hasn't come down from his room all day. He might be sick. Mr. Yagami checked on him earlier and Light said he wasn't feeling well."
"Oh. Seeing as Light and I share a bedroom, his sickness will not be a pleasant thing to deal with. Watari says I have a weak immune system from the lack of nutrients." L mumbled the last sentence, thinking aloud. That old man had always fussed at L to eat right.
L began up the stairs, determined to check on his Kira. What if Light wasn't sick? What if he was actually in their room, writing names in a concealed notebook?
No, I'm being paranoid. I'm certain Aizawa or Matsuda would have mentioned a surge in killings while I was gone. Perhaps Light is actually sick. In that case, I feel somewhat guilty. No. I don't feel guilty. He is a psychotic serial killer. But he is my psychotic serial killer. I'm too complex for even myself. I need a piece of cake. L sighed and turned the knob to his bedroom, revealing a pale Light, tucked away in bed.
"I hear you're unwell?" L softly smiled, closing the door.
"L! I mean, Ryuzaki! You're back!" Light covered his mouth and coughed for a moment, a weak grin plastered on his lips. "How was your trip? Did you like the plane ride?" His eyes twinkled with amusement, knowing L's hatred for tight spaces.
"Loved every minute of it. Have you taken any medication for your illness?" The detective sauntered across the room and sat on the bed, softly stroking his lover's hair. "You feel warm."
"I don't have a temperature, your hand is freezing. And, I only have a cold. It's nothing." Light pressed his lips to L's hand.
"I see,"
"How were your successors?"
"They were fine," Silence consumed the air around them as L watched Light with wary eyes. Suddenly, a thought came into his mind. "Light, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"How do you feel about coming out to your father?" L couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as Light's eyes grew round. "Perhaps, not coming out about our relationship, but your sexuality?"
"I-I…no! I couldn't dare do that to my father, let alone my family. He is strictly old fashioned and wouldn't tolerate his son being….his son being gay. That's almost as bad as being Kira in his eyes! You wouldn't ask me to tell them, would you? I don't know if I even could, I mean that-" L placed his hand over Light's mouth, stopping the long mashed together words at once.
"I wasn't asking you to, Light." L said quietly, pulling his Kira into his arms. "I was curious to see what your reaction would be and your opinion on the matter."
"I don't think I could ever tell my family…" Light trailed off, tenderly removing L's hand, and placed it to his hip. "They would be so ashamed of me, Ryuzaki."
"Why do you care so much about what your family thinks of you?" L asked, cocking his head to the side. For Kami's sake, the man was Kira, and he feared his family's reactions to what gender he preferred to kiss, or even love? Whoa, there was that L word again. L's heart thudded. Was it possible that Kira could love?
"I care about my family, L. I don't want to disappoint them." Light sat up, coughing. L tried to reach for him, but Light moved away. Was Light angry?
"I still don't understand…"
"You don't understand? You're L! The great detective who understands everything." Light laughed dryly, sarcasm dripping off his words like venom. "I guess you understand everything but family, huh?"
"You do have a point. I lived in an orphanage from my seventh birthday up until my sixteenth."
"Exactly, you never had a family. You don't have a family. You don't understand what it's like to disappoint someone who you want to make proud." Light was standing now, his voice uneven. Why was he so upset?
"You mustn't become so worked up, Light. I was simply attempting to understand your feelings on the matter."
"I'm going for a walk." Light said abruptly, grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair. "I'll be back later on." L watched as Light stormed out of the bedroom, the door slamming.
"Maybe you are right, Light. I never had a family. It felt as if I only lived in a household with people for those years, being abused. But that's why I rely on you, my first friend, my first true lover, to teach me such strange things such as Love, and companionship. I'm sorry." L's voice was weak, and quiet as he sat on the bed, staring at the door.
Okay, yeah. This chapter sucked horribly. See why I need some better ideas? *laughs nervously* I'm working on a Naruto fic as we speak (or, well, as you read), maybe that will stir up some creative juices? Thanks for reading!