Law and Right
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › L/Light
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
7,766
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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Law and Right
Chapter 9: Go
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Ryuzaki sat on the couch in his apartment, gaze on his hands, small frown on his lips. He considered, mulled, thought, brainstormed and came up empty. So, he turned to the unfathomable depths of social knowledge that the internet had to offer.
He looked up medical conditions and came up empty. So, he went for psychology, frowning deeply when he also came up empty. Only then did he turn to his last resort.
Forums. He nearly shuddered at the very thought. They were a cesspool of pubescent vulgarity in his experience, and he really wasn't looking forward to it, but... he registered. Made a post. Waited.
Surfed, as he waited, scanning other topics to see if there were any others seeking the same answers. He found a few very... creative sexual things to do with fingers, but aside from that, nothing.
Six hours passed before he mustered the nerve to check his thread. There had been twenty-seven replies, most of which thought his predicament was 'cute'. It wasn't helpful at all.
There was, however, one response that piqued his interest. It was simple, straight forward.
Such things are often a sign of physical or emotional attraction.
Ryuzaki glanced up at the security cameras. Sighed. He should have just gone to Watari to begin with, he supposed.
When Light had said 'cake' the word 'mix' had not entered Ryuzaki's mind, so he was rather perplexed when, the following day, he found cake mix and all the required implements in the kitchen, instead of a recipe and all the stuff to make it from scratch.
"Cake does not come from a box," Ryuzaki ventured as he watched Watari setting up.
"Cooking is best learned in steps, just like everything else," Watari replied simply. "You should go get him, Ryuzaki. I'm nearly finished."
Ryuzaki turned and wandered out of the apartment, down the staircase to the room Light lived in. The door was still open. It made Ryuzaki think, strangely enough, of an animal so used to being in a cage that it feared the world outside.
He knew, however, that it wasn't his doing. It wasn't the imprisonment Light had gone through over the last year -- both before and after he was arrested. It was the fear of what had happened, the fear that any venture, no matter how small, from his imprisonment was full of danger.
It was the onigiri's doing. It was the flavor of the umeboshi tainting Light's existence.
Ryuzaki rubbed his chest, feeling as if a weight had been placed there and shook his head. Such strange, useless thoughts. He slipped into Light's apartment.
"Are you ready to make cake, Yagami-kun?" Ryuzaki asked as he entered the room.
"Hmm? All right," Light closed down the files on his computer, logged out, and followed Ryuzaki up to the kitchen, where Watari was waiting.
"If you have any questions about the process, I will be happy to help," Watari gave a slight bow.
"Thank you, Watari, but I think we will be fine," Ryuzaki replied simply, shuffling into the kitchen and perching on a stool at the countertop.
Light took up the box of cake mix, read the directions aloud.
"It doesn't call for sugar... how can cake not need sugar?" Ryuzaki accused.
"The sugar is already in the mix, Ryuzaki," Watari replied from the next room, he had taken a seat at the dining room table, flipping through what looked like a weapons magazine.
Ryuzaki didn't look so certain, so he took the box from Light and read the ingredients list. Frowned when he found sugar listed.
"Let's just follow the directions and see how it turns out," Light suggested.
So, they did. Or they tried to, at any rate. Somehow, they both wound up with the powdery cake mix on their shirts, Ryuzaki managed to drop an egg yolk onto his leg and it left a yellow streak down his pants before plopping loudly to the floor.
Watari resisted the urge to cringe, kept his eyes on the various guns and knives in the pages of the magazine.
Light was laughing by the time they were done putting everything in the mixing bowl, watching Ryuzaki mix it far too fast, splattering cake batter and powder everywhere.
That, Watari supposed, made this whole mess worth it.
When they were done mixing the lumpy batter, they sprayed the pan, poured the batter, and popped it into the oven, setting a timer.
The oven opened and Ryuzaki frowned deeply. "Cake is not supposed to remain in batter form."
Watari stood, walked over to the oven and looked into it. "Heat is required, Ryuzaki, for the cake to become firm," his mustache hid his smile.
"You didn't turn the oven on first, Ryuzaki?" Light asked as he returned to the kitchen, still toweling his hair dry from the first warm shower he'd had since their arrival. He was rather proud of himself for keeping the water cool enough that his skin didn't turn red.
"Turning the oven on is the first thing you should have done," Watari corrected, pulling the cake from the oven and setting it on the stove. He closed the oven, set the temperature. "We must wait for it to reach the proper temperature, then try again." He was trying very hard to ignore the mess they had made of the kitchen. He didn't manage to hold back the grimace when he stepped on the egg yolk.
Light offered Watari his towel with a crooked smile. "Ryuzaki, maybe we should clean up the kitchen while we wait," he suggested as Watari cleaned off his shoe.
Ryuzaki agreed and, together, he and Light began attempting to clean the kitchen. By the time the cake was done, Watari was suitably impressed. Cleaning was not Ryuzaki's strong point, but the kitchen almost -- almost -- looked usable again. He would, of course, have to go over it again with the proper cleaning agents, but considering that they had used only dish soap, it wasn't half bad.
Watari began to wonder if Light wasn't being as much a positive influence on Ryuzaki as the reverse. All positive thoughts vanished, however, when he was summoned to pull the cake from the oven. He hoped they didn't expect him to eat any, but he wouldn't press his luck. He set it on a cooling rack for them, sighing inwardly.
While they waited for the cake to cool, Ryuzaki and Light settled in the living room for a round of Go. The pace was slow, the moves carefully calculated. Silence hung heavily as they battled, for the first time in well over a month.
"It's almost like old times... without the death," Ryuzaki muttered softly as he placed another piece. He was eating maraschino cherries between moves, sucking the juice off his fingers.
Light smirked. "Do you feel me closing in?" he wondered aloud, gaze flickering up to Ryuzaki's as he made his next move. "I'm not going to surrender this time."
"It is the thrill of hunting one another," Ryuzaki replied mildly, glancing at the board, considering, and placing another piece. "I think this, however, will have to be a rare event. Neither of us enjoys losing."
"Then we'll just have to play on the same team," Light retorted, placed his piece, smirked.
"That would be the most productive option," Ryuzaki agreed. Fifteen minutes later, he won the game and they returned to the kitchen.
They flipped the cake out of the pan, onto a plate, and flipped it right side up. They got out the frosting, stirred it up, and coated the cake with it. Light then cut the tops off of strawberries and Ryuzaki placed them on the cake. When it was done, Light cut it into squares and plated three of them.
Watari sat at the dining room table, looking down at the piece of cake that he had been offered. He wanted to refuse, wanted terribly to refuse, but he simply couldn't. He sighed, picked up his fork, and reluctantly took a bite. Despite being poorly mixed, it wasn't that bad.
Then he found one of the lumps in the batter. The dry mix that had never been moistened. It took all he had to not grimace when the powder all but exploded into his mouth. At least the frosting and strawberries weren't too bad.
Ryuzaki made a similar observation, but at it all anyway. Light and Watari did the same, though without nearly such contentment as L. He actually seemed to enjoy the powdery bursts on his tongue.
It takes all kinds.
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A/N: And so Watari gets a bit more involved. Also, a moment to explain why Light isn't a whiz in the kitchen: He may be pretty, but he's still a man. A narcissistic man, to boot, so he wouldn't have even considered trying to learn to cook properly. Onigiri and ramen are probably as far as his culinary ability goes -- unless you count calling for take-out. Hence Light's ability to screw up boxed cake mix.
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.
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Law and Right
Chapter 9: Go
~!~!~!~!~!~
Ryuzaki sat on the couch in his apartment, gaze on his hands, small frown on his lips. He considered, mulled, thought, brainstormed and came up empty. So, he turned to the unfathomable depths of social knowledge that the internet had to offer.
He looked up medical conditions and came up empty. So, he went for psychology, frowning deeply when he also came up empty. Only then did he turn to his last resort.
Forums. He nearly shuddered at the very thought. They were a cesspool of pubescent vulgarity in his experience, and he really wasn't looking forward to it, but... he registered. Made a post. Waited.
Surfed, as he waited, scanning other topics to see if there were any others seeking the same answers. He found a few very... creative sexual things to do with fingers, but aside from that, nothing.
Six hours passed before he mustered the nerve to check his thread. There had been twenty-seven replies, most of which thought his predicament was 'cute'. It wasn't helpful at all.
There was, however, one response that piqued his interest. It was simple, straight forward.
Such things are often a sign of physical or emotional attraction.
Ryuzaki glanced up at the security cameras. Sighed. He should have just gone to Watari to begin with, he supposed.
When Light had said 'cake' the word 'mix' had not entered Ryuzaki's mind, so he was rather perplexed when, the following day, he found cake mix and all the required implements in the kitchen, instead of a recipe and all the stuff to make it from scratch.
"Cake does not come from a box," Ryuzaki ventured as he watched Watari setting up.
"Cooking is best learned in steps, just like everything else," Watari replied simply. "You should go get him, Ryuzaki. I'm nearly finished."
Ryuzaki turned and wandered out of the apartment, down the staircase to the room Light lived in. The door was still open. It made Ryuzaki think, strangely enough, of an animal so used to being in a cage that it feared the world outside.
He knew, however, that it wasn't his doing. It wasn't the imprisonment Light had gone through over the last year -- both before and after he was arrested. It was the fear of what had happened, the fear that any venture, no matter how small, from his imprisonment was full of danger.
It was the onigiri's doing. It was the flavor of the umeboshi tainting Light's existence.
Ryuzaki rubbed his chest, feeling as if a weight had been placed there and shook his head. Such strange, useless thoughts. He slipped into Light's apartment.
"Are you ready to make cake, Yagami-kun?" Ryuzaki asked as he entered the room.
"Hmm? All right," Light closed down the files on his computer, logged out, and followed Ryuzaki up to the kitchen, where Watari was waiting.
"If you have any questions about the process, I will be happy to help," Watari gave a slight bow.
"Thank you, Watari, but I think we will be fine," Ryuzaki replied simply, shuffling into the kitchen and perching on a stool at the countertop.
Light took up the box of cake mix, read the directions aloud.
"It doesn't call for sugar... how can cake not need sugar?" Ryuzaki accused.
"The sugar is already in the mix, Ryuzaki," Watari replied from the next room, he had taken a seat at the dining room table, flipping through what looked like a weapons magazine.
Ryuzaki didn't look so certain, so he took the box from Light and read the ingredients list. Frowned when he found sugar listed.
"Let's just follow the directions and see how it turns out," Light suggested.
So, they did. Or they tried to, at any rate. Somehow, they both wound up with the powdery cake mix on their shirts, Ryuzaki managed to drop an egg yolk onto his leg and it left a yellow streak down his pants before plopping loudly to the floor.
Watari resisted the urge to cringe, kept his eyes on the various guns and knives in the pages of the magazine.
Light was laughing by the time they were done putting everything in the mixing bowl, watching Ryuzaki mix it far too fast, splattering cake batter and powder everywhere.
That, Watari supposed, made this whole mess worth it.
When they were done mixing the lumpy batter, they sprayed the pan, poured the batter, and popped it into the oven, setting a timer.
The oven opened and Ryuzaki frowned deeply. "Cake is not supposed to remain in batter form."
Watari stood, walked over to the oven and looked into it. "Heat is required, Ryuzaki, for the cake to become firm," his mustache hid his smile.
"You didn't turn the oven on first, Ryuzaki?" Light asked as he returned to the kitchen, still toweling his hair dry from the first warm shower he'd had since their arrival. He was rather proud of himself for keeping the water cool enough that his skin didn't turn red.
"Turning the oven on is the first thing you should have done," Watari corrected, pulling the cake from the oven and setting it on the stove. He closed the oven, set the temperature. "We must wait for it to reach the proper temperature, then try again." He was trying very hard to ignore the mess they had made of the kitchen. He didn't manage to hold back the grimace when he stepped on the egg yolk.
Light offered Watari his towel with a crooked smile. "Ryuzaki, maybe we should clean up the kitchen while we wait," he suggested as Watari cleaned off his shoe.
Ryuzaki agreed and, together, he and Light began attempting to clean the kitchen. By the time the cake was done, Watari was suitably impressed. Cleaning was not Ryuzaki's strong point, but the kitchen almost -- almost -- looked usable again. He would, of course, have to go over it again with the proper cleaning agents, but considering that they had used only dish soap, it wasn't half bad.
Watari began to wonder if Light wasn't being as much a positive influence on Ryuzaki as the reverse. All positive thoughts vanished, however, when he was summoned to pull the cake from the oven. He hoped they didn't expect him to eat any, but he wouldn't press his luck. He set it on a cooling rack for them, sighing inwardly.
While they waited for the cake to cool, Ryuzaki and Light settled in the living room for a round of Go. The pace was slow, the moves carefully calculated. Silence hung heavily as they battled, for the first time in well over a month.
"It's almost like old times... without the death," Ryuzaki muttered softly as he placed another piece. He was eating maraschino cherries between moves, sucking the juice off his fingers.
Light smirked. "Do you feel me closing in?" he wondered aloud, gaze flickering up to Ryuzaki's as he made his next move. "I'm not going to surrender this time."
"It is the thrill of hunting one another," Ryuzaki replied mildly, glancing at the board, considering, and placing another piece. "I think this, however, will have to be a rare event. Neither of us enjoys losing."
"Then we'll just have to play on the same team," Light retorted, placed his piece, smirked.
"That would be the most productive option," Ryuzaki agreed. Fifteen minutes later, he won the game and they returned to the kitchen.
They flipped the cake out of the pan, onto a plate, and flipped it right side up. They got out the frosting, stirred it up, and coated the cake with it. Light then cut the tops off of strawberries and Ryuzaki placed them on the cake. When it was done, Light cut it into squares and plated three of them.
Watari sat at the dining room table, looking down at the piece of cake that he had been offered. He wanted to refuse, wanted terribly to refuse, but he simply couldn't. He sighed, picked up his fork, and reluctantly took a bite. Despite being poorly mixed, it wasn't that bad.
Then he found one of the lumps in the batter. The dry mix that had never been moistened. It took all he had to not grimace when the powder all but exploded into his mouth. At least the frosting and strawberries weren't too bad.
Ryuzaki made a similar observation, but at it all anyway. Light and Watari did the same, though without nearly such contentment as L. He actually seemed to enjoy the powdery bursts on his tongue.
It takes all kinds.
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A/N: And so Watari gets a bit more involved. Also, a moment to explain why Light isn't a whiz in the kitchen: He may be pretty, but he's still a man. A narcissistic man, to boot, so he wouldn't have even considered trying to learn to cook properly. Onigiri and ramen are probably as far as his culinary ability goes -- unless you count calling for take-out. Hence Light's ability to screw up boxed cake mix.