[Fic] DN - Bump in the Night (L x Raito)
Title: Bump in the Night
Fandom: Death Note, L x Raito (ish)
Word Count: 538
Rating: PG
Notes: For acaciabrown, who liked my older drabbles enough to draw some of them out. XD; Written because I promised to update before I went to Africa. I hope some of you will catch the word-play -- entirely unintentional, I assure you. It's late and my mind is hazy, haha. So if you see any grammatical/spelling mistakes, drop a comment and let me know. Enough babble, enjoy!
On the third day of their research marathon, at about 2 in the morning, Raito vetoed L’s decision to stay up and catch the London 6 o’clock news.
“You’re mad, Ryuuzaki. Mad.”
“Nonsense, Raito-kun. I’m just being thorough.”
“Fine then, tape it and we can watch it later!”
“Tired?”
“I’m not at one hundred percent, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“No, I’d have to say you’re about 13.4.”
“…Bed. Now.”
L’s displeasured glare, which communicated clearly “I can tell you timed this to be just after I’ve finished my fourth cup of tea,” did nothing to deter Raito, who managed to drag the reluctant older man to bed. After having spent the past 60 or so hours scanning through databases and inch-thick reports, the second Raito’s head hit the pillow he was out like a light.
“…You could’ve at least let me bring a midnight snack,” L sulked, lying on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest. He fiddled with the chain connecting himself to his number one suspect and amused himself by thinking of the ramifications of sleeping with the enemy. He ran through the various clues as a means of keeping his mind busy. Yet despite his recent consumption of various sweet and caffeinated goods, his ridiculous metabolism worked overtime and L soon found his thoughts drifting and before he realized it, his eyes drooped shut. He blinked them open and paused.
There, suspended in the air beyond Raito’s head, was an apple.
An apple quickly being eaten, as if someone invisible and hungry were chomping greedily on the juicy fruit.
L blinked again, and any evidence of there being any mysterious floating fruit was gone. Was he hallucinating, and if so, what on earth did an…apple…
The dark-haired man tensed and a half-strangled whine escaped from the back of his throat as Kira’s message flashed through his mind’s eye: Did you know…
L subconsciously huddled closer to Raito as he tried to reason his way through his irrational fear. You’ve just pulled two consecutive all-nighters, of course you’re going to start seeing things, it’s only natural. That wet spot on Raito’s cheek is probably just some drool. You should’ve listened to Watari when he wanted to throw out those week-old cream puffs. As L continued to mentally reassure himself, he began to doze again.
Before he fully lost consciousness, L thought he heard a distant, grating laugh.
OMAKE:
Raito awoke to dampness at the back of his neck, and a tugging sensation on his hair. What the hell, he thought irritably, wasn’t it only a dream about going to the salon, not --
And then he noticed the arm thrown around his waist, and the warm body pressed along the curve of his spine.
…
I’m still dreaming, Raito deduced. He shifted a bit and ended up pinching his arm between the loops of the metal chain.
Ow. Okay. Weird.
The tugging on his hair became sharper and he winced. What is this pervert doing, Raito thought, is he -- Raito paused, bewildered.
…He’s chewing on my hair.
…This is the last time I’m ever borrowing Misa’s Strawberry-Passion Fruit conditioner, Raito wholeheartedly resolved before driving an elbow into L’s defenseless gut.
Fandom: Death Note, L x Raito (ish)
Word Count: 538
Rating: PG
Notes: For acaciabrown, who liked my older drabbles enough to draw some of them out. XD; Written because I promised to update before I went to Africa. I hope some of you will catch the word-play -- entirely unintentional, I assure you. It's late and my mind is hazy, haha. So if you see any grammatical/spelling mistakes, drop a comment and let me know. Enough babble, enjoy!
On the third day of their research marathon, at about 2 in the morning, Raito vetoed L’s decision to stay up and catch the London 6 o’clock news.
“You’re mad, Ryuuzaki. Mad.”
“Nonsense, Raito-kun. I’m just being thorough.”
“Fine then, tape it and we can watch it later!”
“Tired?”
“I’m not at one hundred percent, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“No, I’d have to say you’re about 13.4.”
“…Bed. Now.”
L’s displeasured glare, which communicated clearly “I can tell you timed this to be just after I’ve finished my fourth cup of tea,” did nothing to deter Raito, who managed to drag the reluctant older man to bed. After having spent the past 60 or so hours scanning through databases and inch-thick reports, the second Raito’s head hit the pillow he was out like a light.
“…You could’ve at least let me bring a midnight snack,” L sulked, lying on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest. He fiddled with the chain connecting himself to his number one suspect and amused himself by thinking of the ramifications of sleeping with the enemy. He ran through the various clues as a means of keeping his mind busy. Yet despite his recent consumption of various sweet and caffeinated goods, his ridiculous metabolism worked overtime and L soon found his thoughts drifting and before he realized it, his eyes drooped shut. He blinked them open and paused.
There, suspended in the air beyond Raito’s head, was an apple.
An apple quickly being eaten, as if someone invisible and hungry were chomping greedily on the juicy fruit.
L blinked again, and any evidence of there being any mysterious floating fruit was gone. Was he hallucinating, and if so, what on earth did an…apple…
The dark-haired man tensed and a half-strangled whine escaped from the back of his throat as Kira’s message flashed through his mind’s eye: Did you know…
L subconsciously huddled closer to Raito as he tried to reason his way through his irrational fear. You’ve just pulled two consecutive all-nighters, of course you’re going to start seeing things, it’s only natural. That wet spot on Raito’s cheek is probably just some drool. You should’ve listened to Watari when he wanted to throw out those week-old cream puffs. As L continued to mentally reassure himself, he began to doze again.
Before he fully lost consciousness, L thought he heard a distant, grating laugh.
OMAKE:
Raito awoke to dampness at the back of his neck, and a tugging sensation on his hair. What the hell, he thought irritably, wasn’t it only a dream about going to the salon, not --
And then he noticed the arm thrown around his waist, and the warm body pressed along the curve of his spine.
…
I’m still dreaming, Raito deduced. He shifted a bit and ended up pinching his arm between the loops of the metal chain.
Ow. Okay. Weird.
The tugging on his hair became sharper and he winced. What is this pervert doing, Raito thought, is he -- Raito paused, bewildered.
…He’s chewing on my hair.
…This is the last time I’m ever borrowing Misa’s Strawberry-Passion Fruit conditioner, Raito wholeheartedly resolved before driving an elbow into L’s defenseless gut.