Idiosyncratic (Light Yagami × L Lawliet)

Chapter Three

Groaning groggily at the bright sun, his hazel eyes blinked away the sleep on them, glancing around the empty room. L wasn't by the desk as he usually were this time of morning, not clacking away at the computer, but warmth was found next to him in the bed, finally resting his mind. This brought some sort of relief, mind at rest at the sight of L finally getting some rest, probably thanks to Watari. 

L needed to be reminded that he was still human with valid emotions, like being exhausted, Light sighed. 

Wait, why did any of that concern him?

His mind was immediately brought back to what L once said.

Friend. A true first friend. It would be a shame if he were Kira, he is Kira. 

How cruel, Light thought. 

A one true friend is the true killer. 

How was this sitting with L, he wondered. 

That would hurt, having your first friend completely shatter your trust. 

The first ever friend you had is the enemy. 

The thought made Light's chest tighten. Friend. L had said once that it would in fact hurt, would be unfair that the only friend he's ever felt he's had was trying to bring him down, and kill him.

Sounds like something out of a cheesy suspense thriller. But his thoughts softened as his eyes found L's resting eyelids, his long eye lashes flat, sprouting gracefully from them. His lips were parted slightly, his expression void of any thoughtfulness and concentration. Light brushed through his hair with his fingers, and wiped the sleep from his eyes so he can further peer over the elder's features. His nose, his eyebrows, his lips. Scanning over his features, he came to the conclusion that no matter how -- unique he was, he was still devilishly handsome. Cute, even. This made his chest flutter, and he hadn't the slightest clue why. L's lips were plump, slightly chapped.

He heard a light grumble, like L was clearing his throat before he spoke, in a sleep dazed voice, "Good morning Light, did you sleep well?" Light chuckled a bit. "Did you even sleep at all?" L rolls his eyes playfully and sits up, "You avoided my question with a question." "I slept better than I have this past week." Light looked at him expectantly. "I don't recall what time I fell asleep, but I feel refreshed in a sense." L took a small pause before turned his back to the other and standing, "I know you're feeling more refreshed than usual as well." L gave a knowing grin, which made Light's body burn. "What are you getting at?" He stammered.

L gave one of the iconic 'C'mon, you know what I'm talking about' expressions, no more words needed. "I was beginning to think you'd honestly be able to ignore-" "I'm not getting at what you mean!" Light huffed. "If I remember correctly, you did ask me to cuff your ankle instead of your wrist last night, correct?" Light nods at this, allowing him to continue. The detective studied the brunette's expressions and reactions, continuing, "Call me a pervert for this, but you had been acting strangely all day yesterday, so I decided to pretend to be invested in my research while you were acting on more -- leisurely activities." His top lip fanned a chuckle thumb removed from his lips, watching a wave of reddening heat creep into Light's face. 

"I guess it't time to get ready, don't you have a lot to do today?" Light was quick in changing the subject, not letting L's teasing get the best of him. "You could've asked to go somewhere more private instead of putting your dignity on the line. And yes, I figure it would be best to start the day." 

"I'll order you some coffee, I couldn't help but notice you take kindly to iced, yes? Does this still ring true?" The ravenette asks after a brief moment of silence, Light parting his mouth to yawn. "Yes, thank you."

He remembered, the younger noted. Why did this make him so -- giddy? This had to be because of a friend making friendly gestures. A true friend would remember how his companion loves his morning brew. Right? Why was there any need for contemplating, Light travels to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After the two men dressed and got ready for the day, L sent the address and directions to the new hotel to Light's father.

Quite funny how he uses that tactic to avoid being seen by Kira, but Kira was sleeping by his side last night.

Light lightly huffs in a bitter amusement toward the Shinigami, eyes spewing with unpleasantness. Ryuk was stunned at this, interest peaking once more.

Don't tell me your 'friend' has made you gone soft already? I knew you were going to end up regretting making a relationship with your enemy.

Though the brunette couldn't say a word, his eyes said it all. Ryuk was well educated on reading emotion through human eyes, and that look said all he needed to hear. Why was he getting thick-skinned if he didn't care much, at all, for the detective? After all, he did say he was going to exterminate him because he 'defies the path of God.'

Or was the elder growing on him, like moss does a tree? Where does the tree go from there?

"If you don't mind Light, I'd rather go back to being cuffed at our wrists." This made the younger snap from his daze, nodding. "Can't say I disagree." He chuckles sheepishly. His train of thought began to drift back to Ryuk's words however, unrest. What relationship could Light say he's formed with him?

"Oh I also ordered an omelet from that breakfast establishment you've said you wanted to try, Watari should be here shortly." Yagami's heart pranged against his chest. "An omelet and coffee just for little old me? My, I'm starting to think you're harboring some favoritism." The two walked out from the bedroom and into the living area of the hotel, L perching up on a love-seat. "I figured the team could use a nice gesture to keep their day going. You gave me the idea on where to get everything from. I also find it frustrating you refuse to eat breakfast every day." A small twinge of jealousy burned in Light's chest, although still warm from L's kinder face. 

Then he took the time to notice that L has stopped all interrogating questions concerning the Kira case. 

Watari opened the hotel door, paper bags dangling tauntingly in his hands. Light's stomach burst with a gurgle, mouth watering as the smell crept all throughout the room. Just as Watari set the bags on the countertop in the kitchen, a patterned knock erupted from the door. 

The aged man waited for approval to open said door, and the four other detectives came following suit. Light greeted his father and the other detectives warmly, L giving a bland 'good morning'. "I'd appreciate if everyone sat down at the bar to eat before we begin." Light walking into the kitchen, L dragging behind him. The brunette set a coffee and meal down at every seat, all tensity draining from the atmosphere. The men went through with their order, making small talk about the newest case evidence. 

Matsuda was the first to finish, respectfully giving proper thanks and throwing away the trash, placing himself on the sofa, taking out his notes from his briefcase. "Light what happened to your ankle?" Yagami spoke, concern lacing his tone. On cue, Light lifts his foot, seeing a bruised ring where the cuffs were. Mogi had paused his chewing, silence thickening the room. Seems some of the agents are still wary of the situation, and who could blame them? Light is too. Maybe for different reasons however. "Light asked me to cuff his ankle so he could sleep with his hands under his head, though I didn't realize it would leave such a mark. I apologize Light, Mr. Yagami." He glances over at Ryuzaki, appreciating riddling his eyes, because how could he possibly explain that without lying, and if that, how could he manage such a lie to his own father? Oh wait -

I have to hand it to him, L is pretty clever. Generous too.

Ryuk gave his signature gruff, gnarly chuckle, wings flapping as he maneuvers himself to perch on the large window sill. Light rolled his eyes, gaze shifting from the pesky Shinigami. Why was he pointing all of this out now, and not before, Light pondered. He safely brushes it off as not knowing L as well as now.

However -- it still come off as odd, the feeling looming over his head, like a treat over a dog's head. He wanted nothing more than to grasp it, make sense of it all. Why he spares constant glances at the detective, trying to excuse it from himself so often.

Why he feels so different around L,

Alive