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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › L/Light
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
7,765
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Fingers
Warnings for this chapter: fluff! WIP.
SPOILERS: Volumes 1-7, 13 of manga, episodes 1-26 of anime, L's true name.
Important terms
Onigiri -- rice balls, traditionally triangle-shaped.
Umeboshi -- Japanese pickled plums, a common garnish for Onigiri.
Nori -- dried seaweed, the stuff roll-sushi is rolled in.
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Law and Right
Chapter 8: Fingers
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It was as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of his head, or rung a gong right next to his ear. The moan he let out when he awoke was not one of pleasure. He lifted a hand to his forehead, grimaced as the throbbing in his head grew worse.
"Would you like some aspirin, Yagami-kun?" Ryuzaki asked, perched on the coffee table.
"If that's the strongest stuff you've got, yes," Light groaned. Reluctantly, he sat up, hunching over his legs with another groan of pain. He didn't dare open his eyes. He felt two pills pressed into his hand and he took them dry, washing them down with water when that, also, was pressed into his hand.
"You should feel better in twenty minutes, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki said softly, then fell silent.
Light lowered to the futon again, wishing someone would turn off the jackhammer inside his head. Twenty minutes passed, then thirty, and finally the pain had faded away to nothing. Light sighed softly, slowly getting up and running a hand through his hair.
"Better now?" Ryuzaki asked.
"Yeah," Light sighed, getting to his feet and retreating to his bathroom for a few moments. When he returned, he leaned on the door frame. "Sorry. I don't really know what came over me," he explained softly, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"It's all right, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki replied patiently. "I would like you to come upstairs with me."
Light raised his eyebrows. "All right..." he replied uneasily, following Ryuzaki out of the room that had become his home. Up a flight of stairs, through another locked door and they were in a much larger apartment. Bare wood floors, walls painted in stark white, with modern wall hangings sitting alongside ancient-style scrolls. The furniture was in simple black, white, chrome and glass, plush and comfortable.
It was, Light thought, quite clear that Ryuzaki didn't pick those things out himself. Absently, he wondered who had, though it hardly mattered. He was led into the kitchen, gleaming with glass fronted cabinets, sharp knives by a cutting board, and he was sure there were more sharp knifes in a drawer somewhere. The amount of trust being shown was not lost on him.
He decided that it would be in his best interest to keep the trust he was being given. then his eyes settled on the kitchen counter and one eyebrow slid upwards. "What is this?"
The rice cooker had just finished, the paddle scoop laying in front of it. Next to it was a small, open container of umeboshi, and followed by a few sheets of nori, with a knife for cutting it.
"I would like to learn how to make onigiri, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki explained.
There was a long silence between them. "You don't know how to make onigiri?"
Ryuzaki shrugged. "I am not Japanese, Yagami-kun."
It always surprised Light when he forgot about that particular piece of information. "All right, then. I'm not very good at cooking, but this is pretty easy," he explained, stepping forward to the display and opening up the rice cooker. Steam rose lazily from the fluffy grains. He took the paddle, scooped up a handful and put it into his hand.
Once Ryuzaki had done the same, Light began forming it. First into a ball, then flattening it out and turning it to make that soft, rounded-triangle shape that was so iconic in his country. It held the same status in Japan as the Peanut Butter and Jelly did in America.
When Light had finished forming his, he set it down in front of the umeboshi and reached out, placing his hands over Ryuzaki's. "Here, like this," he said, helping Ryuzaki to get the motion down, to smooth the onigiri into the proper shape.
"You are very good at this, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow at the triangle of rice that now sat in his hands. The strange warmth of Light's fingers slid away and for some reason, he felt a pang of loss. He filed that away in his mind for more extensive review.
"My mother's are much softer," he shrugged a little, "but at least it looks like what it's supposed to be," and then Light turned to the little pickled plums, picking one out and pressing it gently into the center of the triangle. "Then you add the umeboshi like this."
Ryuzaki did the same, then sucked on his finger afterwards, grimacing at the sour taste.
"The last thing is the nori," Light picked up the knife, pulled a thin sheet of the dried seaweed onto a cutting board. Deftly, he sliced an inch-wide piece off of the square, pushed away the rest. Then he cut that strip into three-inch long pieces. He handed one to Ryuzaki.
"You have to get your finger wet, put a little water on the nori so it sticks," which he did to his own, and then curled it over one of the 'sides' of the triangle. "And that's all there is to it."
Ryuzaki did the same, held his onigiri up to compare to Light's. His was lopsided, with a crack on one side and the nori had a wrinkle in it. Reluctantly, he took a bite. "It is... not something I'm very fond of, but it isn't bad," he admitted.
Light chuckled softly. "Yeah, they're not very sweet, but you could make them sweet. Use sweet rice, put a candied plum instead of the umeboshi, and just forego the nori."
"That's a very good idea, Yagami-kun. I'll have to try that sometime," Ryuzaki forced another bite down his throat. Why was he eating this? He didn't like it -- they both had known he wouldn't like it. But he felt compelled to eat it anyway, despite the horrible, sour taste of the umeboshi, despite the strangeness of the nori, the blandness of the rice. He ate every last bit of the onigiri, and it confused the hell out of him.
Light ate his own, saying nothing about Ryuzaki's strange behavior. It was more than a little odd, that he would want to eat something like an onigiri, but Light had the suspicion that it was more for his own benefit than Ryuzaki's.
"Perhaps next time we should try making cake," which was far from Light's favorite food. He ate entirely too much of it after meeting Ryuzaki, but if Ryuzaki could choke down an entire onigiri for him, Light could survive another piece of cake.
"That is a very good idea, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki replied brightly.
Two floors below in a security room, Watari was silently praying that the two men knew how to use measuring cups. He grimaced at the thought and almost wished he hadn't given Ryuzaki the idea to make onigiri with Light.
It was only an almost, though, because even through the impersonal lens of the security cameras, he could already see that Light was relaxing more than he had since they had arrived. If Ryuzaki cared enough for Light to spare him, then Watari felt it was his duty to ensure that they were both well taken care of.
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A/N: And a cooking scene! Side note: I don't actually know if that's how the nori is affixed to the onigiri, but it seemed to me that, unless the rice was sticky like Sushi Rice is, that the nori would have to be moistened to fit. It's really like a piece of paper when it's dry. *Shrug* Next chapter! Cake! And a very reluctant Watari. =3
SPOILERS: Volumes 1-7, 13 of manga, episodes 1-26 of anime, L's true name.
Important terms
Onigiri -- rice balls, traditionally triangle-shaped.
Umeboshi -- Japanese pickled plums, a common garnish for Onigiri.
Nori -- dried seaweed, the stuff roll-sushi is rolled in.
~!~!~!~!~!~
Law and Right
Chapter 8: Fingers
~!~!~!~!~!~
It was as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of his head, or rung a gong right next to his ear. The moan he let out when he awoke was not one of pleasure. He lifted a hand to his forehead, grimaced as the throbbing in his head grew worse.
"Would you like some aspirin, Yagami-kun?" Ryuzaki asked, perched on the coffee table.
"If that's the strongest stuff you've got, yes," Light groaned. Reluctantly, he sat up, hunching over his legs with another groan of pain. He didn't dare open his eyes. He felt two pills pressed into his hand and he took them dry, washing them down with water when that, also, was pressed into his hand.
"You should feel better in twenty minutes, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki said softly, then fell silent.
Light lowered to the futon again, wishing someone would turn off the jackhammer inside his head. Twenty minutes passed, then thirty, and finally the pain had faded away to nothing. Light sighed softly, slowly getting up and running a hand through his hair.
"Better now?" Ryuzaki asked.
"Yeah," Light sighed, getting to his feet and retreating to his bathroom for a few moments. When he returned, he leaned on the door frame. "Sorry. I don't really know what came over me," he explained softly, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"It's all right, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki replied patiently. "I would like you to come upstairs with me."
Light raised his eyebrows. "All right..." he replied uneasily, following Ryuzaki out of the room that had become his home. Up a flight of stairs, through another locked door and they were in a much larger apartment. Bare wood floors, walls painted in stark white, with modern wall hangings sitting alongside ancient-style scrolls. The furniture was in simple black, white, chrome and glass, plush and comfortable.
It was, Light thought, quite clear that Ryuzaki didn't pick those things out himself. Absently, he wondered who had, though it hardly mattered. He was led into the kitchen, gleaming with glass fronted cabinets, sharp knives by a cutting board, and he was sure there were more sharp knifes in a drawer somewhere. The amount of trust being shown was not lost on him.
He decided that it would be in his best interest to keep the trust he was being given. then his eyes settled on the kitchen counter and one eyebrow slid upwards. "What is this?"
The rice cooker had just finished, the paddle scoop laying in front of it. Next to it was a small, open container of umeboshi, and followed by a few sheets of nori, with a knife for cutting it.
"I would like to learn how to make onigiri, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki explained.
There was a long silence between them. "You don't know how to make onigiri?"
Ryuzaki shrugged. "I am not Japanese, Yagami-kun."
It always surprised Light when he forgot about that particular piece of information. "All right, then. I'm not very good at cooking, but this is pretty easy," he explained, stepping forward to the display and opening up the rice cooker. Steam rose lazily from the fluffy grains. He took the paddle, scooped up a handful and put it into his hand.
Once Ryuzaki had done the same, Light began forming it. First into a ball, then flattening it out and turning it to make that soft, rounded-triangle shape that was so iconic in his country. It held the same status in Japan as the Peanut Butter and Jelly did in America.
When Light had finished forming his, he set it down in front of the umeboshi and reached out, placing his hands over Ryuzaki's. "Here, like this," he said, helping Ryuzaki to get the motion down, to smooth the onigiri into the proper shape.
"You are very good at this, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow at the triangle of rice that now sat in his hands. The strange warmth of Light's fingers slid away and for some reason, he felt a pang of loss. He filed that away in his mind for more extensive review.
"My mother's are much softer," he shrugged a little, "but at least it looks like what it's supposed to be," and then Light turned to the little pickled plums, picking one out and pressing it gently into the center of the triangle. "Then you add the umeboshi like this."
Ryuzaki did the same, then sucked on his finger afterwards, grimacing at the sour taste.
"The last thing is the nori," Light picked up the knife, pulled a thin sheet of the dried seaweed onto a cutting board. Deftly, he sliced an inch-wide piece off of the square, pushed away the rest. Then he cut that strip into three-inch long pieces. He handed one to Ryuzaki.
"You have to get your finger wet, put a little water on the nori so it sticks," which he did to his own, and then curled it over one of the 'sides' of the triangle. "And that's all there is to it."
Ryuzaki did the same, held his onigiri up to compare to Light's. His was lopsided, with a crack on one side and the nori had a wrinkle in it. Reluctantly, he took a bite. "It is... not something I'm very fond of, but it isn't bad," he admitted.
Light chuckled softly. "Yeah, they're not very sweet, but you could make them sweet. Use sweet rice, put a candied plum instead of the umeboshi, and just forego the nori."
"That's a very good idea, Yagami-kun. I'll have to try that sometime," Ryuzaki forced another bite down his throat. Why was he eating this? He didn't like it -- they both had known he wouldn't like it. But he felt compelled to eat it anyway, despite the horrible, sour taste of the umeboshi, despite the strangeness of the nori, the blandness of the rice. He ate every last bit of the onigiri, and it confused the hell out of him.
Light ate his own, saying nothing about Ryuzaki's strange behavior. It was more than a little odd, that he would want to eat something like an onigiri, but Light had the suspicion that it was more for his own benefit than Ryuzaki's.
"Perhaps next time we should try making cake," which was far from Light's favorite food. He ate entirely too much of it after meeting Ryuzaki, but if Ryuzaki could choke down an entire onigiri for him, Light could survive another piece of cake.
"That is a very good idea, Yagami-kun," Ryuzaki replied brightly.
Two floors below in a security room, Watari was silently praying that the two men knew how to use measuring cups. He grimaced at the thought and almost wished he hadn't given Ryuzaki the idea to make onigiri with Light.
It was only an almost, though, because even through the impersonal lens of the security cameras, he could already see that Light was relaxing more than he had since they had arrived. If Ryuzaki cared enough for Light to spare him, then Watari felt it was his duty to ensure that they were both well taken care of.
~!~!~!~!~!~
A/N: And a cooking scene! Side note: I don't actually know if that's how the nori is affixed to the onigiri, but it seemed to me that, unless the rice was sticky like Sushi Rice is, that the nori would have to be moistened to fit. It's really like a piece of paper when it's dry. *Shrug* Next chapter! Cake! And a very reluctant Watari. =3