Prompt: 7/15 -- Death Note - L/Light - mutual fantasy - on the same page (three pages ahead)
Aptitude death note Mithrigil Galtirglin
He tries to make it not seem like an admission. “Of course I have. It’s not uncommon.”
“But not about me,” Ryuuzaki says.
“I haven’t exactly had time to fantasize about anything since meeting you.”
“I disagree.”
“Then you obviously know me better than I do.”
He’s tapping his teaspoon in an equilateral triangle on the inside of the cup, skidding it through the sugary water that can’t possibly be coffee anymore. “While I understand that the extent of my surveillance on you in prison is probably not conducive to erotic fantasy—”
“You’re really full of yourself, you know that?”
“—I doubt that you went all that time without even superimposing me onto one of your already extant desires, given that mine was the most contextually and socially appropriate of those available. Except Misa. And you don’t fantasize about Misa.”
“I don’t?”
Ryuuzaki stops tapping the spoon in his tea.
“I don’t,” Light repeats, and this time it’s not a question.
“I am glad that you have realized this.” The smugness only shows in Ryuuzaki’s voice, and even then the part that only Light can hear.
Light sighs, swerves around in his desk chair away from the computer, with a sense of once and for all that pervades even the airy creak of the mechanism. The cuff chain tightens and then loosens, links jabbering on the floor. “What do I fantasize about, then, if you’re so big on it?”
The spoon stops tapping on the teacup and nestles into the wet curve of Ryuuzaki’s lip. It’s a pathetic attempt at seduction, if that’s what it is in the first place. “Your fantasies aren’t inherently sexual,” he says. “That’s why you don’t fantasize about Misa. While she’s not unintelligent, the general spheres of her aptitude aren’t compelling to you.”
“And your ‘spheres’ are?”
“You want yourself, Light.”
You want me to respond to that, Light thinks—
“Well, more to the point,” Ryuuzaki says around the head of the spoon, “you want KIRA.”
—you want me to respond to— “And where’d you come up with that,” Light asks, leaning forward, cuffed-wrist-to-knee.