Work in progress. I'm very proud, as it's my first fanfic I've wrote. Im wayyy to lazy to format this for TUMBLR so I apologize. English also isn't my first language so I apologize if there's any mistakes. (I learned English at a young age but German is actually my 1st language.)
Light looks up at the dimly lit ceiling as L slumbers beside him.Most nights, Light is the one supposed to be unconscious right now. L was supposed to be the night owl. The insomniac. The roles have never been reversed like this before. Light hasn’t had a good night’s rest in 5 fucking weeks. He hurts.It hurts.Goddamnit even L—Rue L Ryuzaki—lacked his usual eyebags now. Light had to conceal his with an abundant, unhealthy heap of concealer, but they STILL faintly shone through.Light hasn’t had a cup of coffee in 4 weeks. He hasn’t drank caffeine in 4 weeks. He was starting to miss the bitter taste of his cold, iced, black coffee. Iced tea wasn’t nearly bitter or energizing enough to satisfy Light. Nothing was. Is this what insanity is like? Maybe he should just wake L up already. Yeah that seems like the right option, at this point.Light-kun turned to his side to face Ryuzaki-san, only to notice he wasn’t breathing.Light-kun turned to his side to face Ryuzaki-san, only to notice he was missing half his face.Light turned over to see L’s face, mutilated. And suddenly, Light couldn’t scream. He was paralyzed. And suddenly L turned back to stare at him with a wide, dull eye.“Light-kun,” His voice rasped. “Light-kun,” Was he getting louder? “Light-kun!” Suddenly Light was being shaken awake by Ryuzaki. “L..?” He uttered quietly, his voice coming back to him instantly. L was looking down at him with wide, anxious, dark eyes. His hair was still tied into a short ponytail from when Light had styled it for him last night. Light reached up with a shaky hand to brush L’s bangs to the side. “What happened?”“You were having a nightmare, I assume. Are you okay? What happened?”“I’m fine.” No, because what the fuck was that? He wasn’t fine. He just had the biggest scare of his life. And while he finally got a chance to sleep? How cruel. His body finally allowing him to enter the soft, plush cushions and pillows of sleep—only to have a seemingly innocent cloud slice his skin up from the sharp bladed water droplets? Ha. He really was unlucky. Would he still be here if he was unlucky?——————————————————————— ☆L was pecking at his ice-cream sundae. Light-kun had so kindly brought it out for him after Watari tried to argue L was getting unhealthy. At least someone cared enough to assist in his cravings. It couldn’t be so unhealthy that even Watari didn’t want to bring it out for him, right? Correct. Ryuzaki burned all the calories on cases, anyway. He turned his head over to Light, who was face down on the table, his limp body so still, it was hard to tell if he was even breathing. L had to stare at him for a solid 324 seconds to check if Light was still here with hi–-–The task force. Earth as a whole. It has been rather concerning and—honestly? Perplexing that Light couldn’t get himself to sleep. Another new problem for Ryuzaki to solve with Light-kun. “Light-kun.” L nudged Light with the pads of his fingers, pressing gently against Light’s shoulder.Light glanced up at L. His poor, tired eyes lacked the calming blend of golds and browns and honey-colored tones that usually mingled in those circular, large puppy dog eyes. Instead the colors and tones were all mixed together to create a muddy colored iris; like when you mix the colors of your rainbow playdough, only to be met with a disgusting sewage water brown, not the entire rainbow like what you hoped for in the first place. Instead of a round, circular shape for Light’s eyes, the lack of sleep had made Light’s eyes half-lidded and empty. He was losing his lashes from how much he was rubbing them.“What is it, Ryuzaki?”“Do you need anything?”“Sleep,”“I’m sorry.”
——————————————————————— ☆ Light felt like a useless piece of shit as he laid his head face down on the cold, hard, marble desk. He wanted to help so bad. He wanted to help L and the rest of the team so, so badly to catch Kira. But he couldn’t bring himself to force his eyes to burn from the computer screen. He needed melatonin so bad, but he’s been refusing from the fear of overdosing. Like that would ever happen. He’s been left alone for so, so long today. The only time someone asked anything from, him was when L need to get out of bed, when L requested for an ice-cream sundae, and when Matsuda came by with a paper for Light to read since Ryuzaki simply didn’t want to go through “all the trouble of proof-reading Matsuda-san’s organized letters.” Why was he horny from Ryuzaki forcing him to do things while he felt miserable?Suddenly, a quiet but soothing voice interrupted his thoughts. It felt like an icy glass of freezing water soothing an aching ribcage after running in the hot summer.“Light-kun.”Light glanced up at L.Holy shit—When was the last time Ryuzaki actually looked appealing? His eyebags were still faintly there, but he looked healthier. Ryuzaki was taking Light’s tips on ‘how to look more attractive,’
(Which Light had meant as a joke.) He had a small amount of mascara on, brushed through his hair, and started to do skincare. L was supposed to look unattractive and freakish but now..? L looked healthy and young. The Wasian young adult looked decent, even if he was put next to Light pre-insomnia. L finally had a glimmer in his eyes, like the sun reflecting off a dark, cloudy pool of ocean water. Like a dark, grey, cloudy day, and the sun peaking through a perfect hole in the tightly knit clouds. And his hair.. It was curly and straight and fluffy. So many compliments using the word ‘and’ could be said here. It’s straight at the start, and slowly curls up at the middle, and completely curls up at the tips. His hair was also effortlessly styled by Ryuzaki mussing up his own hair. Or maybe Light was just imagining things.“What is it, Ryuzaki?”“Do you need anything?”“Sleep,”“I’m sorry.”“For what?”“You can’t sleep.”“Oh.”“Do you need a blanket and pillow?”“Yeah.” That sounded really nice. L then proceeded to order Matsuda to bring a plush pillow and soft weighted blanket for Light. Matsu came back and gently moved Light’s head to slide the pillow under and wrapped Light in the blanket. Light was too tired to object to this, so he promptly fell asleep. He woke up 17 hours later. It was now 10 A.M, and somebody had brought both L and Light upstairs to their bed. How..beautifully considerate. L was also snuggled up right next to him, nuzzling his face into the spot just barely below Light’s chest. It felt nice to know people loved him.It felt sickening to not know if L loved him or not.It felt warm to know L wanted him to be his friend, even just a little.He missed cuddling with someone. The last person he cuddled with was maybe his mom, since L and Light sleep with their backs facing the other.——————————————————————— ☆ L woke up that morning to find himself embracing Light tightly with his legs tangled with Light's; nose pressing just below his sternum. He also felt the feeling of his hair being played with—tangled around a finger that gently pulled and caressed him. “Mmmh…” L pulled his head away and saw the comfortably gaze of Light staring down at him, a familiar gleam shining deep inside. The morning Tokyo light hit his eyes, making them glow a gorgeous gold and honeycomb color.
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