[DN] (Parenthetically), PG, Humor, L/Raito
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7snogs.
(Parenthetically)
Death Note, L/Raito, PG, 1400 words
What goes on in L and Raito's minds beyond prose. (Look deeper.)
(Parenthetically)
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meitachi
01; uniform
L had been rather fond of Raito's high school uniform, though he'd never admit it. (It was hardly leverage Raito needed to have and L had a feeling that Yagami-san would much prefer ignorance in this case.) The clean cut and tight fit had given Raito the image of being the perfect schoolboy, ever attentive to his studies and never straying from a strict moral code. L had thought it a charming paradox to reality (16% and rising with each smoldering look Raito shot him) and licked his thumb idly as he thought of stripping off that neatly pressed uniform and tasting a jutting, naked hipbone. It really was a shame that Raito's university had no dress code. L took it upon himself to inform Raito—eyes watching curiously to gauge the reaction—that L's deductive powers would increase by 8% if he could engage in role play. ("I'll be Kira. Yagami-kun is the high school miscreant. How would I go about killing you?")
Raito rolled his eyes and told him to join a cosplay group.
"18 percent," L said, tapping thoughtfully on his knee. (He had a backup plan. Misa would be more than willing to help coerce Raito.)
02; jealousy
"Stop touching Misa's Raito," Misa said crossly as L bumped into Raito, who was sitting on the couch beside Misa, while making his way to the armchair on the other side of the coffee table. (He snatched a jelly donut from the plate piled high with sweets as he did.) L stared at Misa with blank eyes from his position, crouched in his seat. His left hand held the donut and he nibbled on it absently, crumbs dropping past his lips.
"I can't help it. We're chained together." The clink of the handcuffs provided an auditory testimony to his words. More crumbs trembled to the carpet.
(Raito found them irritating and itched to brush them away. L was such a slob.)
Misa stuck her nose in the air and clung tighter to Raito's arm. "We're on a date," she said petulantly. "I wish you'd go away." She rubbed her head against Raito's shoulder kittenishly and peered up at him, all smiles and wide-eyed adoration. "Misa wants to be alone with her Raito."
Raito stared at L staring back at him. "Wipe your mouth," he snapped. ("Stop being obscene," he didn't say, pretending he didn't want to lick off the crumbs.)
03; embrace
They were tangled on the ground, L on top of Raito, limbs askew and in rather awkward positions (Raito did not want to know where L's left hand was and he was not going to speculate either, thanks) and chests pressed against each other. Both were panting, close enough to kiss, over-exerted from the good twenty-minute shouting match that had turned physical about five minutes in.
Now, bruised and exhausted (L could kick a lot higher than Raito had given him credit for and he was sure his solar plexus would be sore for the next few hours), they were sprawled across the rough-soft carpet. Raito shifted and winced, feeling a muscle pull, and then disentangled himself from L, glaring up at those guileless, fathomless eyes. (Raito was certain L practiced that non-expression in the mirror every. single. day.)
"Get off me," he said. "Ryuuzaki."
L blinked at him and ducked his head, hair falling forward to obscure his eyes. "Why?" he asked, curious, and prodding his knee deliberately into the bruise on Raito's thigh.
"Because," Raito said, gritting his teeth, "I'm on top of the petits fours."
His wrist jerked painfully hard against the cuff as L scrambled off.
04; sunset
"Your eyes shine like limpid pools reflecting the starlight," Raito whispered, his breath fanning warmly across L's face as fingers trailed down L's arm in a soft caress.
"Your hair is like a glossy raven's wing soaring in the sky, wild and free." Raito's other hand slipped into L's hair and tugging gently, tilting L's head back so their eyes met. L was taken aback by the gentleness in Raito's eyes.
(Is this a dream? he wondered bemusedly.)
"Your passion is like the burning flames of a sunset, vivid and all-consuming." Raito pulled L's body, unresisting, closer and leaned over to breathe his words into L's ear. "I want to kiss your soft lips and feel you under me, willing and wanting and opening to me like a flower blossoming in spring."
(Maybe it had been that last cupcake. He had wondered if there was something questionable about the blue frosting.)
Raito's lips brushed L's ear.
"No, Yagami-kun," said L, still limp in Raito's arms. "I will not remove the handcuffs." He peered up into dark eyes and smiled briefly.
Raito drew back abruptly, anger filling his eyes.
"And you should really stop going to Misa-san for advice," L added.
05; rumor
(The sun was peculiarly bright that day and Raito was sure it was all a giant conspiracy to drive him mad.) Misa had insisted that she was tired of being "cooped up" in the hotel, even though L had pointed out reasonably that of the three of them she was the one most often out, and had wheedled their agreements to go to the park. She had wanted to go to the mall but L had said that her fame would attract them too much attention. (Raito had been relieved. Shopping with Misa was number three on his Top Ten Reminders Why I Need to Become God of the New World. One and two were, respectively, to Defeat L and His Irritating Habit of Being Right and I'd Be the First to Do It. Betterment of Humanity and the World was somewhere on the list too, around eight, if he remembered correctly.)
"Misa doesn't mind where we go as long as Raito is there!" Misa chirped happily, and added with a beam, "Misa doesn't even mind if Ryuuzaki comes. Neither does Raito-kun!"
"I'm touched, Misa-san," murmured L. "I'd never heard that Yagami-kun was into exhibitionism."
(A giant conspiracy, Raito determined.)
06; argument
Raito had his tongue in L's mouth and was thinking, rather inanely, that he had an essay to write for his Chinese-Japanese Relations class. (It was due Monday.) L's hair tickled his cheek and Raito pulled back just long enough to change the angle of the kiss before leaning in again, hands gripping the armrests of the rolling chair L was perched on in front of the computers. (There was live feed from the other rooms of the suite and the hotel lobby playing across the screens. Raito didn't pay them any attention.)
"That's an unfair way of winning an argument," L informed him the next time Raito pulled away to breathe harshly. He was slightly flushed but otherwise unperturbed. "It's an underhanded tactic. 20 percent, Yagami-kun."
Raito stared at him, not entirely sure what they had been arguing about. "Strategy works best when one has an element of surprise," he said, "and just because I'm kissing you doesn't make me Kira." (I'm kissing L, he thought blankly.) He tightened his grip the chair and pulled the L forward, lips parted.
"Distraction tactics," L noted, voice muffled, as Raito slid his tongue over L's lower lip. ("Effective," he admitted reluctantly.)
07; milk
"You want what?"
L perched on the edge of his seat, looking entirely unruffled. He nibbled on his thumb, staring up at Raito who was giving him an incredulous look. "It's not such an odd request, Yagami-kun," he said patiently as if explaining to a small child. He glanced back down at the chocolate chip cookie in his other hand and then the pile of still warm cookies on the platter in front of him. "In fact, it's a rather common trend."
Raito still looked disbelieving. "What are you? Five?" (Insane? his expression suggested.)
"Of course not. You, of all people, should know my mental faculties are far above those of a five-year-old."
"But you want a glass of milk."
L was serene. "It goes well with cookies." He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
Raito stared. He shook his head and wondered again how this eccentric…utterly strange person could house such brilliant deductive reasoning. It seemed like such an anomaly. (A mistake of nature, perhaps.) Yet, oddly, it was a turn-on. He bent down and planted a swift kiss L's chocolate stained lips, licking off the sweetness. "Good?" he asked, smiling.
"…I want my milk, Yagami-kun," L said blankly.
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Started: 04.30.06
Finished: 05.01.06
Notes: Each section is 200 words exactly. Just for kicks! Also, I think I'm funny and this only my second attempt at Death Note fiction so... ::cringes::
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7snogs.(Parenthetically)
Death Note, L/Raito, PG, 1400 words
What goes on in L and Raito's minds beyond prose. (Look deeper.)
(Parenthetically)
by
meitachi01; uniform
L had been rather fond of Raito's high school uniform, though he'd never admit it. (It was hardly leverage Raito needed to have and L had a feeling that Yagami-san would much prefer ignorance in this case.) The clean cut and tight fit had given Raito the image of being the perfect schoolboy, ever attentive to his studies and never straying from a strict moral code. L had thought it a charming paradox to reality (16% and rising with each smoldering look Raito shot him) and licked his thumb idly as he thought of stripping off that neatly pressed uniform and tasting a jutting, naked hipbone. It really was a shame that Raito's university had no dress code. L took it upon himself to inform Raito—eyes watching curiously to gauge the reaction—that L's deductive powers would increase by 8% if he could engage in role play. ("I'll be Kira. Yagami-kun is the high school miscreant. How would I go about killing you?")
Raito rolled his eyes and told him to join a cosplay group.
"18 percent," L said, tapping thoughtfully on his knee. (He had a backup plan. Misa would be more than willing to help coerce Raito.)
02; jealousy
"Stop touching Misa's Raito," Misa said crossly as L bumped into Raito, who was sitting on the couch beside Misa, while making his way to the armchair on the other side of the coffee table. (He snatched a jelly donut from the plate piled high with sweets as he did.) L stared at Misa with blank eyes from his position, crouched in his seat. His left hand held the donut and he nibbled on it absently, crumbs dropping past his lips.
"I can't help it. We're chained together." The clink of the handcuffs provided an auditory testimony to his words. More crumbs trembled to the carpet.
(Raito found them irritating and itched to brush them away. L was such a slob.)
Misa stuck her nose in the air and clung tighter to Raito's arm. "We're on a date," she said petulantly. "I wish you'd go away." She rubbed her head against Raito's shoulder kittenishly and peered up at him, all smiles and wide-eyed adoration. "Misa wants to be alone with her Raito."
Raito stared at L staring back at him. "Wipe your mouth," he snapped. ("Stop being obscene," he didn't say, pretending he didn't want to lick off the crumbs.)
03; embrace
They were tangled on the ground, L on top of Raito, limbs askew and in rather awkward positions (Raito did not want to know where L's left hand was and he was not going to speculate either, thanks) and chests pressed against each other. Both were panting, close enough to kiss, over-exerted from the good twenty-minute shouting match that had turned physical about five minutes in.
Now, bruised and exhausted (L could kick a lot higher than Raito had given him credit for and he was sure his solar plexus would be sore for the next few hours), they were sprawled across the rough-soft carpet. Raito shifted and winced, feeling a muscle pull, and then disentangled himself from L, glaring up at those guileless, fathomless eyes. (Raito was certain L practiced that non-expression in the mirror every. single. day.)
"Get off me," he said. "Ryuuzaki."
L blinked at him and ducked his head, hair falling forward to obscure his eyes. "Why?" he asked, curious, and prodding his knee deliberately into the bruise on Raito's thigh.
"Because," Raito said, gritting his teeth, "I'm on top of the petits fours."
His wrist jerked painfully hard against the cuff as L scrambled off.
04; sunset
"Your eyes shine like limpid pools reflecting the starlight," Raito whispered, his breath fanning warmly across L's face as fingers trailed down L's arm in a soft caress.
"Your hair is like a glossy raven's wing soaring in the sky, wild and free." Raito's other hand slipped into L's hair and tugging gently, tilting L's head back so their eyes met. L was taken aback by the gentleness in Raito's eyes.
(Is this a dream? he wondered bemusedly.)
"Your passion is like the burning flames of a sunset, vivid and all-consuming." Raito pulled L's body, unresisting, closer and leaned over to breathe his words into L's ear. "I want to kiss your soft lips and feel you under me, willing and wanting and opening to me like a flower blossoming in spring."
(Maybe it had been that last cupcake. He had wondered if there was something questionable about the blue frosting.)
Raito's lips brushed L's ear.
"No, Yagami-kun," said L, still limp in Raito's arms. "I will not remove the handcuffs." He peered up into dark eyes and smiled briefly.
Raito drew back abruptly, anger filling his eyes.
"And you should really stop going to Misa-san for advice," L added.
05; rumor
(The sun was peculiarly bright that day and Raito was sure it was all a giant conspiracy to drive him mad.) Misa had insisted that she was tired of being "cooped up" in the hotel, even though L had pointed out reasonably that of the three of them she was the one most often out, and had wheedled their agreements to go to the park. She had wanted to go to the mall but L had said that her fame would attract them too much attention. (Raito had been relieved. Shopping with Misa was number three on his Top Ten Reminders Why I Need to Become God of the New World. One and two were, respectively, to Defeat L and His Irritating Habit of Being Right and I'd Be the First to Do It. Betterment of Humanity and the World was somewhere on the list too, around eight, if he remembered correctly.)
"Misa doesn't mind where we go as long as Raito is there!" Misa chirped happily, and added with a beam, "Misa doesn't even mind if Ryuuzaki comes. Neither does Raito-kun!"
"I'm touched, Misa-san," murmured L. "I'd never heard that Yagami-kun was into exhibitionism."
(A giant conspiracy, Raito determined.)
06; argument
Raito had his tongue in L's mouth and was thinking, rather inanely, that he had an essay to write for his Chinese-Japanese Relations class. (It was due Monday.) L's hair tickled his cheek and Raito pulled back just long enough to change the angle of the kiss before leaning in again, hands gripping the armrests of the rolling chair L was perched on in front of the computers. (There was live feed from the other rooms of the suite and the hotel lobby playing across the screens. Raito didn't pay them any attention.)
"That's an unfair way of winning an argument," L informed him the next time Raito pulled away to breathe harshly. He was slightly flushed but otherwise unperturbed. "It's an underhanded tactic. 20 percent, Yagami-kun."
Raito stared at him, not entirely sure what they had been arguing about. "Strategy works best when one has an element of surprise," he said, "and just because I'm kissing you doesn't make me Kira." (I'm kissing L, he thought blankly.) He tightened his grip the chair and pulled the L forward, lips parted.
"Distraction tactics," L noted, voice muffled, as Raito slid his tongue over L's lower lip. ("Effective," he admitted reluctantly.)
07; milk
"You want what?"
L perched on the edge of his seat, looking entirely unruffled. He nibbled on his thumb, staring up at Raito who was giving him an incredulous look. "It's not such an odd request, Yagami-kun," he said patiently as if explaining to a small child. He glanced back down at the chocolate chip cookie in his other hand and then the pile of still warm cookies on the platter in front of him. "In fact, it's a rather common trend."
Raito still looked disbelieving. "What are you? Five?" (Insane? his expression suggested.)
"Of course not. You, of all people, should know my mental faculties are far above those of a five-year-old."
"But you want a glass of milk."
L was serene. "It goes well with cookies." He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
Raito stared. He shook his head and wondered again how this eccentric…utterly strange person could house such brilliant deductive reasoning. It seemed like such an anomaly. (A mistake of nature, perhaps.) Yet, oddly, it was a turn-on. He bent down and planted a swift kiss L's chocolate stained lips, licking off the sweetness. "Good?" he asked, smiling.
"…I want my milk, Yagami-kun," L said blankly.
--
Started: 04.30.06
Finished: 05.01.06
Notes: Each section is 200 words exactly. Just for kicks! Also, I think I'm funny and this only my second attempt at Death Note fiction so... ::cringes::
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