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Part 03: Eyes On Me
A/N: I forgot to put this in earlier, but yes, I do read all the reviews I get. Amicablenemesis, please check this out: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/brunet
ryou_fell, I do agree with you on that, but I think it's two different schools of thought. Western belief is to apply cold to close the blood vessels and make the blood clot faster so it doesn't spread. Eastern belief, or so I've been told by my grandmother for years (yes, I'm of chinese ethnicity) is to apply heat to improve the blood circulation to the area, so the blood doesn't clot into a bruise. As for which is better, I don't do anything when I get bruised, so I'll admit I really don't know. I chose the latter because Japan is an Oriental country, so the Eastern belief might be prevalent. Whether that is factually true, I cannot be certain. Just so you know I read it? XD
abeastofprey, in some of the manga's coloured pages, Light's hair looks orange. BUT. I don't like calling it orange ('cause orange is Misa-ditzy and I. just. can't. Not on Yagami Light a.k.a. Kira the First. It's just... not right, IMHO). So when the anime came out and made it honey-brown, I decided to go with that one, lol.
Yeyana, aww... you didn't love me before? XDD Thanks anyway.
---Eyes On Me---
The phrase ‘watching you watching me’ never seemed as apt as it did right now. Beside him, the world’s greatest detective sat, eyes flicking from his computer to the surveillance monitors and back every few minutes. His attention was largely focused on the monitors in the top two rows, the ones playing the feeds from the cameras in this room and Misa’s, but mostly on the second screen from the left in the second row, the one that showed them both where they were sitting. The eccentric investigator was probably still looking out, if not overtly searching, for some sign that he was Kira.
He continued to gaze at the oddball out of the corner of his eye as he waited for his computer to finish a process it was working on. Raven hair was its usual haphazard mess, fluffy yet spiky at the same time, with a lock or two obscuring an onyx eye and a stark contrast against unhealthily pale skin. The slightly-too-big white long-sleeved shirt and baggy blue jeans clung loosely to the slender frame where the other sat in his usual position, hunched up on the chair with his toes curled around the edge of the seat, his hands tapping some keys on the keyboard intermittently. He was munching on a mouthful of the extra-rich chocolate cake Light had earlier declined as he continued running through the data they had come up with on the Yotsuba Corporation.
Now that the other had gotten some motivation back due to a new lead after he’d thought that they were back at square one, L had returned to his obsessive P.I. self, spending long days and nights running through the data they had acquired while having the others go to gather information that couldn’t be obtained from where they were even as Light hacked into the corporation’s secure files to see if he could find anything useful there. It seemed that the investigation was finally making some decent progress. All evidence indicated that Kira was certainly involved in the Yotsuba Corporation; they just needed to figure out the link.
Ryuuzaki blinked blank midnight eyes that seemed glazed over from the artificial light of the monitors for the first time in what seemed like umpteen minutes. Light watched as he blinked again; the lock of hair was probably finally irritating his left eye. As the other blinked a third time, the brunet caught himself a tad too late reaching over to brush the lock of hair away. Unusually wide black eyes immediately locked onto him, fixing him a piercing gaze, before they softened slightly and a bit of a grin curved the corners of chocolate-stained lips upwards slightly.
“Thanks, Yagami-kun.”
The way he said it seemed almost mocking, but that was probably just his lack of social skills and thereby faint ignorance of the great importance of intonation speaking, and Light chose to distract himself from the burst of annoyance by rising and stretching before smoothing out his smoky green shirt and khaki pants. The chain connecting them clinked noisily in the silence of the night as he glanced at his watch; the only other sound in room was the hum of various machinery. It was almost midnight. Not that suggesting that they stop for the night was likely to get anywhere with L.
“Let’s get some coffee, Ryuuzaki,” he said instead. What he meant was that he needed coffee and because they were chained together, the raven-haired boy was going to have to go to the kitchenette with him for it, but there really wasn’t much point in stating the obvious.
“Hm.” The other nodded amicably and clambered out of his chair to follow him.
It took little thought to put the water to boil in the electric kettle and take the cups, saucers and instant coffee down from the cabinets. Grabbing a teaspoon from the nearby drawer, he carefully spooned two spoonfuls of instant coffee powder into each cup before closing the jar tightly and putting it back in the right cabinet. They waited the two minutes for the water to boil in silence, having little to say to each other. Then Light mixed the coffee, stirring his first, then the other’s and leaving the spoon in L’s cup. Taking the first sip of his blissfully black coffee, he watched as the insomniac added precisely three tiny pots of the pre-packed liquid creamer and stirred, resulting in a mixture the exact shade of the brown paper bag Matsuda had brought back for him from the cake shop that evening.
Next came the sugar, and he continued to observe absently as the sugar-addict added exactly seven cubes –white, brown, white, brown, white, brown and white, in that order- of sugar to the cup. The brunet suppressed a shudder. Drinking coffee that sweet was disgusting; had he been more of a coffee fan than he was, he’d say it was sacrilege to the coffee, but he wasn’t, so he remained silent. Holding the spoon between thumb and forefinger, the other stirred the mixture slowly before taking a sip. Apparently satisfied, the detective tossed the utensil carelessly into the sink with a clatter loud enough to make Light wince, and wince he did, immediately drawing intense onyx eyes to him. He met the other’s gaze straight on, wondering what nefarious ploy the world’s greatest detective had come up with this time to test the theory that he was indeed the First Kira. This was really getting old, but it truly seemed like L wouldn’t be satisfied until he had Light in the execution chamber as Kira beyond a shadow of doubt.
“Did you find anything interesting in their database, Light-kun?”
“No. I’ve only seen about ten percent of the files. Nothing out of the ordinary so far,” he replied tersely, swallowing another sip of coffee.
It annoyed him that the other couldn’t even decide what to call him, as if concerned with the appropriate level of familiarity one should have with a mass murderer. It was a vastly minor point, and it further annoyed him that something so trivial could get on his nerves so easily, but the other’s continuing insistence that he was Kira was wearing his patience thinner each day, and he knew the day he snapped and hit the investigator again was fast approaching.
To think L had once said Light was his first and only friend. Well, the detective was abso-fucking-lutely screwed up in his view of friendship, among other things. Friends helped each other in times of trouble, not tried to get each other into trouble. Friends believed each other when the rest of the world didn’t. And friends didn’t try their damnedest to get each other executed on the basis of gut feelings and intuitive suspicions. Heck, even the law presumes one is innocent until proven guilty. All things considered, L certainly wasn’t acting much like a friend.
“Mm…”
The other’s thumb and forefinger must be quite strong to hold things the way he always held them. It probably hurt when he pinched people. And that was another thing he was beginning to find immensely irritating about the detective. He always held things like –he searched for the appropriate analogy– like they were covered in germs and skin contact with them should therefore be minimized. Even the way he sat was improper. Not only was it a rude position in the presence of others, it also left Light reluctant to sit anywhere the other had once occupied, since he found it impossible not to wonder what the oddball’s bare feet had picked up while walking around and then left on the seat.
Furthermore, it didn’t seem to bother the private investigator if he didn’t get to shower or change into a cleaner set of clothes everyday. Indeed, he seemed content to bathe once in three days and wear the same clothing throughout said three days had Light not insisted on getting a shower personally. It was disturbingly sloppy, and the brunet was certain that the only reason the other didn’t actually reek was because his passive nature kept him so still, he barely perspired. It was still disconcerting that anyone could put up with wearing the same shirt, the same pants, even the same pair of underwear for over twenty-four hours though. At least he now showered whenever Light did, since it was convenient that way, so this arrangement was doing the slob some good.
Oh, maybe that was why he holds things the way he does: to avoid transferring his germs to them! Light thought sardonically, rolling his eyes a little.
He shook himself slightly to rid his mind of the thoughts, knowing he would snap at the other the very next time he spoke if he continued down that line of thinking. It was immature, he knew, to list out all the things he disliked about the eccentric detective just to justify his resentment at being a murder suspect and having to spend every last moment of each day under the other’s intense scrutiny. Predictably, the motion got L’s attention faster than a bowl of icing sugar. This whole observation process was bordering on obsession. He pretended not to notice and finished his coffee, placing the cup in the sink for the cleaning staff to deal with the next day.
“I did find a few people who would stand to benefit significantly from the deaths though. I’ll see if I can find any others,” he told his companion, keeping his tone even.
“Great work, Yagami-kun.”
Light decided to remain silent as the urge to snap at the P.I. or punch him in the face again returned full force while the raven-haired man finished his coffee and put the cup in the sink with its partner before beginning the walk back to their computers. Another long night of investigating lay ahead of them.
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ryou_fell, I do agree with you on that, but I think it's two different schools of thought. Western belief is to apply cold to close the blood vessels and make the blood clot faster so it doesn't spread. Eastern belief, or so I've been told by my grandmother for years (yes, I'm of chinese ethnicity) is to apply heat to improve the blood circulation to the area, so the blood doesn't clot into a bruise. As for which is better, I don't do anything when I get bruised, so I'll admit I really don't know. I chose the latter because Japan is an Oriental country, so the Eastern belief might be prevalent. Whether that is factually true, I cannot be certain. Just so you know I read it? XD
abeastofprey, in some of the manga's coloured pages, Light's hair looks orange. BUT. I don't like calling it orange ('cause orange is Misa-ditzy and I. just. can't. Not on Yagami Light a.k.a. Kira the First. It's just... not right, IMHO). So when the anime came out and made it honey-brown, I decided to go with that one, lol.
Yeyana, aww... you didn't love me before? XDD Thanks anyway.
The phrase ‘watching you watching me’ never seemed as apt as it did right now. Beside him, the world’s greatest detective sat, eyes flicking from his computer to the surveillance monitors and back every few minutes. His attention was largely focused on the monitors in the top two rows, the ones playing the feeds from the cameras in this room and Misa’s, but mostly on the second screen from the left in the second row, the one that showed them both where they were sitting. The eccentric investigator was probably still looking out, if not overtly searching, for some sign that he was Kira.
He continued to gaze at the oddball out of the corner of his eye as he waited for his computer to finish a process it was working on. Raven hair was its usual haphazard mess, fluffy yet spiky at the same time, with a lock or two obscuring an onyx eye and a stark contrast against unhealthily pale skin. The slightly-too-big white long-sleeved shirt and baggy blue jeans clung loosely to the slender frame where the other sat in his usual position, hunched up on the chair with his toes curled around the edge of the seat, his hands tapping some keys on the keyboard intermittently. He was munching on a mouthful of the extra-rich chocolate cake Light had earlier declined as he continued running through the data they had come up with on the Yotsuba Corporation.
Now that the other had gotten some motivation back due to a new lead after he’d thought that they were back at square one, L had returned to his obsessive P.I. self, spending long days and nights running through the data they had acquired while having the others go to gather information that couldn’t be obtained from where they were even as Light hacked into the corporation’s secure files to see if he could find anything useful there. It seemed that the investigation was finally making some decent progress. All evidence indicated that Kira was certainly involved in the Yotsuba Corporation; they just needed to figure out the link.
Ryuuzaki blinked blank midnight eyes that seemed glazed over from the artificial light of the monitors for the first time in what seemed like umpteen minutes. Light watched as he blinked again; the lock of hair was probably finally irritating his left eye. As the other blinked a third time, the brunet caught himself a tad too late reaching over to brush the lock of hair away. Unusually wide black eyes immediately locked onto him, fixing him a piercing gaze, before they softened slightly and a bit of a grin curved the corners of chocolate-stained lips upwards slightly.
“Thanks, Yagami-kun.”
The way he said it seemed almost mocking, but that was probably just his lack of social skills and thereby faint ignorance of the great importance of intonation speaking, and Light chose to distract himself from the burst of annoyance by rising and stretching before smoothing out his smoky green shirt and khaki pants. The chain connecting them clinked noisily in the silence of the night as he glanced at his watch; the only other sound in room was the hum of various machinery. It was almost midnight. Not that suggesting that they stop for the night was likely to get anywhere with L.
“Let’s get some coffee, Ryuuzaki,” he said instead. What he meant was that he needed coffee and because they were chained together, the raven-haired boy was going to have to go to the kitchenette with him for it, but there really wasn’t much point in stating the obvious.
“Hm.” The other nodded amicably and clambered out of his chair to follow him.
It took little thought to put the water to boil in the electric kettle and take the cups, saucers and instant coffee down from the cabinets. Grabbing a teaspoon from the nearby drawer, he carefully spooned two spoonfuls of instant coffee powder into each cup before closing the jar tightly and putting it back in the right cabinet. They waited the two minutes for the water to boil in silence, having little to say to each other. Then Light mixed the coffee, stirring his first, then the other’s and leaving the spoon in L’s cup. Taking the first sip of his blissfully black coffee, he watched as the insomniac added precisely three tiny pots of the pre-packed liquid creamer and stirred, resulting in a mixture the exact shade of the brown paper bag Matsuda had brought back for him from the cake shop that evening.
Next came the sugar, and he continued to observe absently as the sugar-addict added exactly seven cubes –white, brown, white, brown, white, brown and white, in that order- of sugar to the cup. The brunet suppressed a shudder. Drinking coffee that sweet was disgusting; had he been more of a coffee fan than he was, he’d say it was sacrilege to the coffee, but he wasn’t, so he remained silent. Holding the spoon between thumb and forefinger, the other stirred the mixture slowly before taking a sip. Apparently satisfied, the detective tossed the utensil carelessly into the sink with a clatter loud enough to make Light wince, and wince he did, immediately drawing intense onyx eyes to him. He met the other’s gaze straight on, wondering what nefarious ploy the world’s greatest detective had come up with this time to test the theory that he was indeed the First Kira. This was really getting old, but it truly seemed like L wouldn’t be satisfied until he had Light in the execution chamber as Kira beyond a shadow of doubt.
“Did you find anything interesting in their database, Light-kun?”
“No. I’ve only seen about ten percent of the files. Nothing out of the ordinary so far,” he replied tersely, swallowing another sip of coffee.
It annoyed him that the other couldn’t even decide what to call him, as if concerned with the appropriate level of familiarity one should have with a mass murderer. It was a vastly minor point, and it further annoyed him that something so trivial could get on his nerves so easily, but the other’s continuing insistence that he was Kira was wearing his patience thinner each day, and he knew the day he snapped and hit the investigator again was fast approaching.
To think L had once said Light was his first and only friend. Well, the detective was abso-fucking-lutely screwed up in his view of friendship, among other things. Friends helped each other in times of trouble, not tried to get each other into trouble. Friends believed each other when the rest of the world didn’t. And friends didn’t try their damnedest to get each other executed on the basis of gut feelings and intuitive suspicions. Heck, even the law presumes one is innocent until proven guilty. All things considered, L certainly wasn’t acting much like a friend.
“Mm…”
The other’s thumb and forefinger must be quite strong to hold things the way he always held them. It probably hurt when he pinched people. And that was another thing he was beginning to find immensely irritating about the detective. He always held things like –he searched for the appropriate analogy– like they were covered in germs and skin contact with them should therefore be minimized. Even the way he sat was improper. Not only was it a rude position in the presence of others, it also left Light reluctant to sit anywhere the other had once occupied, since he found it impossible not to wonder what the oddball’s bare feet had picked up while walking around and then left on the seat.
Furthermore, it didn’t seem to bother the private investigator if he didn’t get to shower or change into a cleaner set of clothes everyday. Indeed, he seemed content to bathe once in three days and wear the same clothing throughout said three days had Light not insisted on getting a shower personally. It was disturbingly sloppy, and the brunet was certain that the only reason the other didn’t actually reek was because his passive nature kept him so still, he barely perspired. It was still disconcerting that anyone could put up with wearing the same shirt, the same pants, even the same pair of underwear for over twenty-four hours though. At least he now showered whenever Light did, since it was convenient that way, so this arrangement was doing the slob some good.
Oh, maybe that was why he holds things the way he does: to avoid transferring his germs to them! Light thought sardonically, rolling his eyes a little.
He shook himself slightly to rid his mind of the thoughts, knowing he would snap at the other the very next time he spoke if he continued down that line of thinking. It was immature, he knew, to list out all the things he disliked about the eccentric detective just to justify his resentment at being a murder suspect and having to spend every last moment of each day under the other’s intense scrutiny. Predictably, the motion got L’s attention faster than a bowl of icing sugar. This whole observation process was bordering on obsession. He pretended not to notice and finished his coffee, placing the cup in the sink for the cleaning staff to deal with the next day.
“I did find a few people who would stand to benefit significantly from the deaths though. I’ll see if I can find any others,” he told his companion, keeping his tone even.
“Great work, Yagami-kun.”
Light decided to remain silent as the urge to snap at the P.I. or punch him in the face again returned full force while the raven-haired man finished his coffee and put the cup in the sink with its partner before beginning the walk back to their computers. Another long night of investigating lay ahead of them.
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