Coexistence is Boredom

BY : sakurazukamori6
Category: Death Note > General
Dragon prints: 1320
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A/n: This story takes place after Raito gets his memories back, but for the mere sake of fun, L leaves the handcuffs on for a big longer. I understand the AU element, but bear with me. So readers will be dealing with a fully cognizant Raito, who wants L very much dead…while he’s handcuffed to him. Enjoy.


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--The Human Error--


This was the final stage of his plan.


He’d come out of his ordeal innocent, and yet, L had not released him from his bonds. He knew this man had a stubborn streak when it came to his theories and even if there was a buildup of evidence that said otherwise, L would not let up.


L trusted his instincts when it came down to it. It aggravated Raito to no end, since this particular stubborn trait kept him in the spotlight as the main suspect. Whatever he did, it was never good enough. L had a one track-mind when it came to him, like no one else was good enough to be considered Kira. It should have been gratifying, but plainly put, it was annoying.


He was a tenacious bastard. He might not have the proof to pin him as Kira, but his intuition was what burned Raito the most. He knew he was Kira. Instinctively, L knew he was Kira. L was set on the idea of him being Kira to the point where he had no problem chaining him down and acting the voyeur.


It was so aggravating to be so close to your goals, and yet have them still out of reach, where even the tiniest nudge in L’s favor might completely upset the power balance of this case. It was during these times that he had to be most careful.


Rem, who he’d once thought as capable (more capable than Ryuk anyway) was acting very recluse, which was completely upsetting his plans!


After L’s questioning, which he remembered was somewhat of a disaster on her part, she continually stayed outside the building. He supposed Rem had sensed the hazards in L’s questions, and as she did not want harm to come to Misa, or more suspicion, she thought it would be best to avoid this situation. She could not leave them, since she was bound to the death note here, but it did not stop her from walking through these walls, only to circumvent the building like a bleached vulture.


She was supposed to kill L for him, but since he had not been able to tell Misa to resume judgment the last time he saw her, because of L’s presence at his side, Misa was safe. Therefore the motivation for Rem to use the death note on L was no longer there, which forced him to wait for another opportunity.


Spitefully watching behind tinted glass Rem’s white, twisted body as it soared through the sky, Raito was jolted back to the present by the jingle of metal.


“I’ve never seen anything like it.” He heard L say right beside him; the detective’s face two inches away from the glass and humongous eyes glued to Rem. “It’s almost like flipping on the discovery channel.”


Raito had an urge to snort, but he channeled that expression into an encouraging smile. “I hope it comes back into the building. If we’re lucky it might feel sociable after an hour of flying around.”


With not even a second passed, L locked his gaze on him, and Raito could soon feel the pressure of those eyes bearing down on him; even from profile they never lost their weight, like twin snakes, coiling around his throat and constricting his air passages.


But despite the intensity of that gaze, he met the detective’s silent challenge head on and offered one of the many disarming smiles in his arsenal. “But we shouldn’t be taking breaks at a time like this, Ryuuzaki.”


L was still staring at him, but after another second, he suddenly turned away, as if he’d lost interest. He stared out at Rem once more, shifted his gaze to some discreet corner of the room, and then shuffled off to the couch. Raito was tugged along behind him.


“It’s not a course of taking breaks Yagami-kun.” The detective’s prior delayed response left a heavy, awkward feel in the air. But even when the detective spoke without gaps, the way he used his dramatic pauses was always off.


Raito waited patiently for more to be added on the topic at hand, but L only sat down in that peculiar fashion he had and pressed his thumb to his mouth.


It seemed L didn’t care too much for making small talk, as he fixed Raito with another gut-wrenching and pinpoint-stare.


“It would be wise to test out the death note.” He moved his thumb in a distracted way over his bottom lip, but his eyes did not betray the focus he had pinned Raito with. It seemed like he was posing a question, but the way he’d phrased it was meant to put Raito off-kilter.


“But Ryuuzaki,” he said with faked shock, “that would be just as bad as Kira. Murder is murder any way you put it.” The firmness in his voice made L’s eyes widen in something almost akin to amusement. Raito hated that look, because it was condescending. It was a gaze that plainly said, ‘Oh Raito-kun is putting on quite a show.’


“Even with the headway we could get, you’re opposed to testing it out?”


No. He wasn’t going to fall into something as stupid as L’s wordplay. Even if L was suggesting that he was opposed to the idea because he was Kira. The detective was still grasping at straws. If he answered that he was opposed, it did not mean he was Kira. L was just being difficult.


“I’m still opposed. It’s not right, Ryuuzaki. There’s a moral obligation that we have to uphold. You know that.” Raito said with a chastising tone that could put his mother to shame any day of the week.


“Yes, I guess you’re right.” It felt like resurfacing from the depths of drowning after L removed his leaden, charcoaled eyes and fixed the floor with a lesser version of his stare.


He looked almost cross-eyed for a second, before his eyes rolled over the ground as if they were loose marbles pitched across the carpet in slow motion, their direction no longer definite with the loss of any immediate focus.


L, far from paying attention, dropped his head back and rolled his neck to the side without any hint of stopping and getting back to work.


“I was sure Raito-kun would agree with me.” L said with a feigned sigh in his voice. He didn’t offer more on his thoughts, but Raito knew he didn’t need to get bent out of shape for such a stupid remark. L was just feeling depressed over the case and taking it out on him.


“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned voice also taking on the tone of someone put through the L-ringer on a daily basis. He needed to show every reflection of his own frustration for not solving this case, even if it did do his heart good to see the detective’s momentary surrender. “Don’t tell me you’re getting depressed again. You shouldn’t just give up like that, Ryuuzaki. Have some heart.” He sat down on the couch’s arm and put his hand on the other’s shoulder.


L’s head lulled away from Raito as he gazed at him with a bit more focus than the comforting hand on the shoulder called for. Raito smiled back, not showing any signs of being bothered by such a thing, although it did put some tension in his chest. L’s gaze didn’t just gloss over when he looked at you, but pierced right through. It took some time to get used to such a destabilizing thing, but he wasn’t a pushover when it came to psychological warfare. He was more than capable of holding his own and his weapon of choice had to be his unflinching smile.


L looked down at the hand on his shoulder, and Raito thought it would be best to remove it and pretend as if it were reflex. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to”--


He was cut of by the feel of thick, black hair scratching over his hand, as L switched positions, his head now lulling in his direction, tips of hair now grazing over Raito’s knuckles.


L sighed again and his head shifted away. “It’s good to have a friend like Yagami-kun. You always cheer me up.” He answered in that completely oblivious way that you knew was faked, because he could never be oblivious.


Raito gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, removed his hand and felt himself internally slump. He had a bad taste in his mouth after such an encounter, as it put to the forefront of his mind the prognosis that L was playing his own games too. Now this had never escaped Raito’s attention, but it still rubbed him the wrong way to have someone messing with him so blatantly and yet so casually that it couldn’t be easily discerned from the detective’s normal mode of conversation.


Usually if someone snipped at him (which was like in a blue moon) say a classmate, they were obvious about it, because it was harder for stupid people to hide their emotions, especially when that emotion was in the form of their petty jealousy.


L was being outright rude, but he was also toying with him. No one had ever toyed with him before. He didn’t like to be toyed with. That much was obvious, but it was actually more troublesome how Raito could not ascertain how much was truth and how much was fiction with this man.


He wasn’t sure how far that game extended with L. The-night-of-the-living-dead bastard was very convincing, especially when he had said not too long ago that he thought they were friends.


Friends?


Hmm. Excuse me while I go vomit -- It was what was coalescing in his brain at the time. For such a “touching” statement to be thrown at him, he could only deem it as a gambit. L was trying to trap him. He was good at manipulating people, but so was Raito.


He was very good at manipulating people. Why look at the splendid job he did of grooming Misa into a one-man cult following. It was pure perfection the way he handled her, and it would be pure perfection the way he handled L, even if he had to use the same methods he used on Misa to corral L into a corner.


Misa looked up to him as some sort of god. It had been winningly easy to sway her opinion in his favor, but L would be complicated, as he had his own set views that would not allow simple brainwashing like it did with Misa or anyone else for that matter.


Nothing simple would do for L, but he and Misa did share something that he could thoroughly take advantage of.


Both Misa and L were interested in him. Misa was interested in him for the simple reason that she thought he was perfect boyfriend material and L’s reasons were a little more complicated, as it seemed he was fascinated with him for the strong possibility that he was Kira…


Misa was love starved for him, so she would do anything, while L had an interest within him that would practically do anything to find out more about who Raito Yagami really was.


Out of these two paralleling emotions, one was romantic and the other might be purely intellectual curiosity.


But there was always a deeper emotion behind such extreme feelings as these, and from that, Raito planned to exploit the strange mix of a relationship he had with L.


To do that, he would have to work with an aspect of L’s personality that made it easy to undermine. There was weakness somewhere within the world’s greatest detective. Now that weakness might be harder to spot, because L hid it so well, but it existed.


His current methods had been to change L's opinion of him by being friendly, but there was only so much he could do with politeness. He supposed he wasn't being "friendly" enough. He had to offer something stronger to throw him off and the only thing that came to mind after friendship was…love.


The eternal human pitfall.


L’s suspicion might be at the forefront of anything he did in concerns to him, but there still existed overlaying doubt as to whether Kira was Raito Yagami. L was human after all, and despite his amazing insight that seemed clairvoyant at times, he didn’t have all the answers.


Doubt would exist in his heart and Raito would take advantage of that. The human error existed in all people (well except him) and L would need the support of someone.


At times L did turn to him for support. Sometimes it was as superficial as skin, and other times it was a bare skeleton, never anything solid, only a nudge. But L had been a bit more trusting during the Yotsuba case. Raito was confident that his oblivious persona at the time had confused L and made his innocence seem more comprehensible.


This was the best time to strike -- when his innocent-laden eyes and emotional actions were still fresh in L’s mind. Now would be the best possible time to put a different kind of pressure on the detective, a more humanizing kind that would make him even more ambivalent.


It would buy him time to rethink his strategies for sure. L would be too focused on trying to figure out his behavior. The detective believed that he was Kira and with that mindset in place, he would believe to crack open this case, he had to figure out the person behind his suspicion.


It was only a matter of time until L’s profound curiosity took an advantageous turn for him and a disastrous plummet for the detective.



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