Well, Hello There Stranger

BY : Amo-Chan
Category: Death Note > General
Dragon prints: 1783
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or make any money from this story.

L was angry. There wasn’t a simpler way to describe it. He was angry that he had been somehow conned into sitting in a café’, drinking coffee, and sitting across from that smug bastard.

He’d avoided going to university for a few days after his unfortunate run-in with his nemesis. It had not been a pleasant experience, seeing the boy who’d murdered him walking about with a smile on his face, not a care in the world. The only thing he could have done was beat the smile off his face. Light always did look best while crying and bruised.

Now though, through some evil means; potentially involving black candles, chanting, and either human or animal sacrifice, Light had gotten L to grudgingly accept an offer of coffee. Stupid Light. I really hate that guy, L thought. The only thing he hated more than Light was the fact that, even after being killed by him and after all these years, he still somewhat enjoyed his company.

“L, do you really have to seethe and shoot daggers at me with your eyes?”


Light sighed. “Very well then.”

Silence descended.

Light hated silence. Well, at least this kind of silence.

“Christ L! Why won’t you just talk with me?”

“Sure Light. Let’s talk shall we? What subjects would be appropriate? Let. Me. See.” L placed a thumb thoughtfully to his lip. “Well, we could talk about what a cunning, manipulative, lying bastard you are. That would be entertaining. Oh, I know, how about how ruthless and scheming you are? Or perhaps we could discuss how you like to MURDER ANYONE WHO STANDS IN THE WAY OF YOUR VERSION OF A TWISTED AND FUCKED UP UTOPIA!”

L’s hands were trembling fists by his coffee cup. Light had very visibly paled and every face in the café’ was staring, wide eyed, at the odd couple in the back booth. Light gradually regained his color and gave a small cough.

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t really want to talk.”

“You’re unbelievable!” L threw his empty cup at the wall behind Light, narrowly missing his head, and shattering into tiny pieces.


Both young men looked to see the chubby manager nervously wringing his hands.

“Um, sirs? I’m afraid that, um, you see . .”

L raised his hand to silence the stuttering man.

“No need,” L said. “I was just leaving.”

L slipped his ratty trainers back on his feet and swiftly left the booth and began making his way through the crowded, yet oddly quiet, café’.

“L!” Light called after him. “L! Don’t be this way! L!” Light threw some money on the table and ran after the slouching former detective. He caught up with him a block from the café’.

“L,” he cried, grasping onto one of L’s arms. L jerked his arm roughly away.

“Don’t touch me. Not ever.”

Light stared at the curved spine in front of him.

“You never minded my touching you before.”

L drew in his breath sharply. Was he serious? Words like ‘shocked’, ‘bewildered’, and ‘flabbergasted’ ran through his mind. None of them really came even a bit close to what he was feeling. He turned around slowly to face Light.

“As I recall, the last time you touched me, I was having a heart attack. So, forgive me if I find myself repulsed at the mere thought of you-”

“Why can’t we get past all that? It was ages ago! You’re back, I’m back. We should try and start again. Give it a real try.”

“Are you stupid?”

Surprise crossed Light’s features. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Are you stupid this time around?”

“Of course not,” Light said, indignant.

“Hmmmm. I figured only someone stupid or insane would beat a dead horse.”

Light’s shoulders slumped and he mumbled under his breath. “I’m not stupid . . . or insane.”

“At least admit one thing, L.”

“Which would be?”

“You and I both know there’s no one else in the world that could really understand the other, could ever really love whomever we are inside.”

“Maybe so, to the first part. But, you know that I know the only person you could ever love is yourself.”

Having said that, L turned and walked away from a dejected looking Light.


A/N: Yeah, a bit OOC, I admit, but dang it was fun to write. I've already got the next bit in progress and I'm just cracking myself up. That's either a good thing or a bad thing, what with my sense of humor.

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