|In the Shade of the Night
Author: Wren Roxen PM
When L and Light get chained together and must be with each other all the time, their feelings become more than those of just rivals.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - L & Light Y. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 21,397 - Reviews: 50 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 06-24-12 - Published: 05-28-12 - id: 8159707
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Light did not object to being handcuffed to me so I could keep him under surveillance. Despite having being locked up, I'm still fairly sure he is Kira. In that moment, when he had gone from not resisting to pleading to be freed, I suspected something had occurred, that his power as Kira had disappeared, but he still was, at some point, Kira. I don't take my eyes off him now, as he lies boredly on the couch, toying with the handcuff which keeps him always within a few feet. I'm on a chair, waiting for him to say something, do something. Confess, give a sign that he is Kira, revert back to the state he was in when I had locked him up; But nothing changes. This goes on for a while, and after a piece of cake, a box of Pockys, and a bowl of strawberries, I start to be pulled down by symptoms of exhaustion. I haven't slept in the past three days. I don't want to sleep now, but if I don't, I might get lazy in my investigating.
I feel the chain pulling on my wrist, and see Light's arm hanging off the couch, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I yank on the chain, but he doesn't wake up. I decide to just sleep in the chair. My eyelids are heavy and closing when I hear my name whispered. Fake name. It's Light.
"Ryuzaki? Are you asleep?" he asks. I open my eyes. It's dark, but I can see his eyes, and know he sees mine, as he says, "You're just going to sleep there?" I ask him where he expects me to sleep, and in response he shakes the chain.
"Did you think this through, Ryuzaki? With this, we're going to have to-"
"-be together all the time, I know," I say. "So? Do you have something against it?"
He shrugs. "We just can't sleep on a couch and a chair. And I don't want to share a bed with you, no offence."
"None taken, the feeling is mutual," I assure him. "I've arranged to have a room with two beds in it, if you would like to go to bed." I stand up and drag him along down the hall with me. "See?" I say, showing him the room. Two twin beds sit a foot apart in an otherwise empty room. There's a second door that leads to the bathroom. Light notices.
"How are we supposed to go to the bathroom?"
"You may have been confined for several days, but that process hasn't changed,"I reply. He glares. "What? Oh, you mean with this?" I hold up my wrist with the cuff. "We keep our backs to each other."
He sighs and starts to undress, but then we realize it's impossible to take off a shirt with the cuffs, so I unlock for a few seconds, and then immediately click them back on.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," he tells me with a sigh. Then he climbs into his bed and I follow suit (not that I have much choice).
"Wake me up when you get up," I tell him, and then let myself fall asleep.
When I open my eyes, it's around nine, and I hear L's soft snores coming from the other bed. He works so hard, I think. Then I remember he wanted me to wake him, so I shake the chain until I hear a break in the heavy breathing. He surprises me by bolting upright, his eyes flashing around in search of an attacker. But he sees me and relaxes again. I ask him what he plans to do today, and he just shrugs.
"After your confinement, I'm sure it would be nice for you to do something outdoors, hmm?"
"What, go in public tied to you? I don't think so," I counter.
"Well then, why don't we go see your lovely Misa? Being away from her for so long must have been horrible," he suggests. I sigh, and he raises an eyebrow questioningly, but I don't reply. I agree to see Misa, and we head down to her floor. She's just getting out of bed, but brightens when she sees me. Then she notices Ryuzaki, and complains about how if we're always together, she and I can never be alone together – which I don't mind.
Throughout the day, Misa becomes more and more miserable, but it's not her I notice. I can't help but see that Ryuzaki seems upset. I bring this up to him, and he admits that he is disappointed that I'm not Kira, and that catching Kira seems nearly impossible. This angers me. How could he just give up? I tell him he needs motivation, but he says he doesn't have much, and this causes me to lash out, punching him, hard, in the face. I'm furious, because I think he was just so caught up on me being Kira, and he wanted me to be, and now I'm not, so he's given up. I voice this, and he agrees. Then he returns my blow with a kick to the face, and I'm sent flying across the room, pulling him along with me.
We land on the couch, tipping it over. My breath is knocked out of me, and I hear Misa gasping. I catch my breath, and tell L that he sounds like he'll only be satisfied if I am Kira, which he also agrees to, filling me with a passionate rage that I channel into another punch. He warns me that he's stronger than he looks and retaliates before I can even react with another kick. I'm about to attack again when the phone rings and L jumps to get it. It's just Matsuda, but it's enough to calm us down a bit.
When we return to our room after dinner, I tell Ryuzaki I want to shower, and he doesn't object. I awkwardly shower, then towel off and throw my boxers on to go to bed.
"You just don't care who sees you naked, do you Light?" he asks me.
"I'm not naked," I retort. "And what about you? Are you self-conscious, Ryuzaki? I've never seen you without a shirt on."
"You've never been in the context to," he replies. "However, it doesn't matter to me if you see me without clothes on." To prove it, he unlocks his cuff and takes off his shirt, shrugging. It's amazing that, despite how much he eats, he's in such good shape. I look him over, and he's as fit as I am. He notices, and asks, "Why are you staring?"
"I'm notstaring," I snap back.
"I didn't mean to arouse your teenage hormones," he tells me mock-apologetically. I try to hit him, but he blocks me expectantly. He lets go of me and turns to go to bed, and I punch him in the back of the head, knocking him forward and onto the ground. I'm jerked forward and almost land on top of him, but catch myself on his bed. I glare into his wide, innocent eyes, and he gives me a tiny smirk, generating more anger from me. I punch him, and then again and again until his nose and lip start bleeding and my hands are covered in his blood. He doesn't stop me, but his smirk turns into a grin, and when I finally give up, he laughs quietly. I'm kneeling over him, breathing heavily, when he sits up and stares into my eyes. I can feel how close he is, his skin radiating pressure that builds up in the inch between us. His breath smells bloody, but he's still smiling.
"Alright, you win," he says. "Now let's go to bed, hmm?" I push him away from me and climb into my bed. Anger still bubbling, it takes me a while to fall asleep. I'm just going under when I realize why he was smiling – because he had envoked my reaction. He'd wanted me to hit him, to show weakness and lack of control. He was taunting me. He didn't mean it when he said I won. I fall asleep, dreaming of the day when I watch him die.