LightxL: I'll make it...

Beginnings

READ: For all my new readers let me just say hello :3 this story is mainly about L and Light's relationship and how it has grown over the years. If you were looking for smut you'll have to get through the plot first, or skip down to any chapter that says: (smut) in the title. If you weren't looking for a whole bunch of backstory then I suggest you skip down to my chapter called 'Kira' it might not make sense but you'll eventually get it after a few chapters. That you all and enjoy ^-^

*Warning*
includes mature content such as: sex, explicit language, rape, child abuse, and more (eventually gets happier but deal with it for now)

The boys sat in the bathroom of their mother's apartment. They could hear the foul cries and moans from the bedroom as they say close to each other, holding hands. They were both too young to understand what was happening though they were beginning to understand what it was. Mother was at work, pleasuring the old and the young for money. Disgusting. The younger of the two, Light, sighed and hugged the smaller boy in a way to hopefully produce some heat. It was too cold. The only things the boys were wearing were rags almost. L, the skinnier, and clearly malnourished pale boy was covered only by a lose fitting long sleeved white shirt that was covered in the most disgusting things imaginable, including: cum, spit, smoke ashes, small hints of his adopted mother's drugs such as cocaine that had just happened to get on it. The malnourished boy's torn up jeans were covered in the same disgusting stuff. Light, Aika's biological son's clothing was a bit better treated, for she preferred him over her adopted son. She even washed his clothes once a week! Well...it was better than nothing. The slightly older boy's clothes never got washed and now reeked of cat urine. But Light could look past that. L was like a brother to him. The raven haired boy let out a tiny cry as he heard Aika cry out. "Light," he whispered in his small voice "is that man hurting your mommy?" He asked. Light gave a comforting smile and kissed his best friend on the forehead.
"I don't think so. She does this all the time. If he is hurting her she'll get over it, I promise. She won't get sick like your mommy." He whispered. L sighed and nodded and closed his eyes as he continued to listen to the cries and moans which finally came to an end soon after. Both L and Light gave a sigh of relief as they heard panting and then saw Light's mother come inside the bathroom smoking a cigarette and wearing nothing but a short skirt and a bra, revealing her thin, worn out body that was covered in small scars from injections.
"Look what mommy got." She said in a teasing manner that she always spoke in. The woman took out a two ounce bag of heroine from her bra and giggled as she showed it to the boys, presenting it as if it were a long lost treasure. "Mommy's gonna have some fun tonight! Maybe I even let you boys have some...." Aika said only to laugh hysterically. "Never mind! Just jokin'!" She put the bag back in her black bra and smirked. "Mama has two more clients today. Maybe mama gonna get enough money to buy you some snacks." She crouched down beside her biological son "Would you like that?" The woman asked. Light moved closer to the wall as he smelled his mother's breath. She frowned at her young son's discomfort and patted him on the head and then turned to the other boy. She sighed and shook her head and spat in front of the small boy's feet. He moved back in discomfort and Aika giggled. "Mama gonna get ready for her next clients soon. Light, sweetie, you can go play for a bit with your trucks. L...you stay here." She said, walking away and motioning Light to follow her. Light sighed and hugged L and messed with his raven hair as he followed his mother. L shivered at the sudden loss of warmth and closed his eyes, breathing in the bitter air. He opened his eyes and slowly stood up, wobbly on his feet. When his mom died he could barely walk as it is, and now, malnourished and already tiny for the average three year old, it was even harder. But he could do it. L slowly walked to the door and twisted the handle slowly, peaking to see what Aika and Light were doing. They were smiling, giggling, playing with some shinny trucks that Light's mother had bought for her son. L sighed. She never let him play so why did Light get to play? He didn't get it. L felt a bit wobbly on his feet once more and fell with a tiny "oph!" He froze as he saw Aika's death stare. Oh no. He pulled his tiny body up and closed the bathroom door, scooting to the back of the restroom and laying down with a sigh. A few minutes later Aika came in the restroom with Light. "Baby you stay here." She said softly and grabbed L by the wrist, nearly dragging the small boy out to the bedroom after locking her son in the bathroom. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE BATHROOM WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU DOING?!?" She yelled and slapped the boy so hard he fell to the ground. "YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DONT LISTEN TO MAMA!" She shouted. Light frowned deeply as he heard his mother say those words. Not again! Please don't hurt him please don't hurt him! He thought with a whimper. But soon after Aika's screaming ending came L's. He froze and started to pull on the door knob as the cries of pain grew louder and louder. Light sunk to the floor and began to cry. Why did this have happen? Why was his mother like this? Why did his best friend have to get beaten everyday? Why did they have to live this mess? Light cried and pulled on the door handle some more but to no avail. The screams became louder and louder until the only sound was Light's whimpers and cries. Aika smirked and kicked L with her boot before picking up the now unconscious boy and unlocking the door with a smile. "Mama's clients are here. Tell L to be quiet once he wakes up."