[Week 5, Day 2] Meeting the Jones'

[killswithapen]

Who: L Lawliet, Yagami Light, Mello
Style: Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 5 Day 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mello is finally coming to meet up with his mentor. And his murderer (by proxy, of course.)

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[searedsuccessor]

Walking hasn't helped in waking him up any, as far as general grogginess is concerned. No matter how many times Mello lifted a hand to rub at his heavy, tired eyes, no matter how many times he forced himself to take a deep breath, hoping that maybe the fresh air would serve in knocking him out of this haze, he is exactly as foggy as when he "woke." Which, of course, he still doesn't believe even happened.

Admittedly, he feels somewhat like a stupid kid for even walking at all; for believing that any step in any direction will bring him closer to someone who doesn't exist. Well, not anymore. Of course, this being a dream, he doesn't see the harm in at least trying. Because he knows that if he wakes, if he opens his eyes and he had not even attempted to see L in this dream, it's something that he's going to beat himself up over.

Irrational. Whatever.

And it's his old mentor that he keeps on his mind as he steps closer and closer to this one particular structure, the iPhone ripoff still clutched tightly in his hand. L, L, L, L: it'

[watashi_wa_eru]

"I suppose you're right." L nods and sips his tea, more agreeable now that he has his daily dose of sugar and caffeine.

The rope, their chain and mutual destiny lies coiled next to where L is balanced. He does his duty, tightening the knots securely around Light's wrist, pretending its function is one of security.

L lifts the teapot, filling his cup. Their terracotta set, rustic and suitable for its purpose, appeals to him. He admires it silently, draining a significant amount of honey into the black liquid, stirs the mixture and sips.

Mmm. It soothes as it slides down his throat.

"Light. I want to thank you. And." - L averts his eyes. Since they've been living together, his own existence is undeniably easier. More comfortable.

Fun.

"Not merely for the tea." L pauses. When in doubt, the lie will serve you better than the truth. Retraining his gaze on his roommate, L continues, lamely, "Well. Your cake is excellent, too."

[killswithapen]

Even with the ease of conversation, the two of them simply couldn't know how close Mello was, and how things were about to change. The house with the moon carved on the door, and Light inside now, smiling as he reaches for the teapot himself - with his freshly roped hand - and pours. No honey, no milk - L enjoys it that way, but Light prefers it black - and after a sip he leans back, settling the cup once more on the stone floor so that he doesn't burn his fingers through the terracotta

[searedsuccessor]

It is only around a minute or so of staring at the door before Mello decides, with quite a bit of determination, that he is going to put his pride aside for as long as necessary, if it means seeing L.

Another few steps and his chin tilts up a bit before long, gloved fingers curl into his palm and he raps against the door, just below what looks like a moon (he fails to make the connection) once, twice, before dropping his arm.

And despite the fact that the voice on the other end of the device sounded overall friendly and not at all on-guard or threatening, Mello is well aware that if Yagami puts things together and figures out who he is, this odd situation has the potential to get ugly, fast. Mello, himself, has already resolved to keep things as polite as possible. Business-like. Anything to convince-

ShitHe's about to see Kira face-to-face, isn't he? No matter that there is no evidence enough for a formal conviction. The way Mello does things, over-speculation is enough to pin a guy as guilty. Of course, that is about as far from

[watashi_wa_eru]

On the tip of L's tongue is a purely deliberate misunderstanding, framed in the question, 'what do you mean, confront?' If he wore a facade of innocence, and were that not to be believed, then naivete -- the question of sexual interest would be placed on Light, and not himself.

Fair, considering how Light has taken advantage of his dream, L thinks, at the same time he wonders how long it will take for Light to cross that line.

Because L knows: Light is opportunistic. He will take advantage of L's dream, just as L would do the same, where their circumstances reversed.

On the tip of L's tongue, it remains unspoken, due entirely to the sudden booming of someone at their door. {Mello?} Probably.

L retains his air of nonchalance, and sips his tea. He swallows, turning his gaze on Light. "Mmm. It appears we have a visitor." His eyes widen incrementally. "You don't mind answering the door, do you?"