"Friendly Conversation" Death Note (L/Light) Title: Friendly Conversation Author: Ladyofshadow Rating: G Warnings: none Word count: 406 Prompt: imprisonment - truth is an abstraction. Author’s Note: *siiigh* Completely forgot to post this for March 25. -_- I was all distracted by trip preparations. Gomen! *bows head*
“Have you ever thought that we are prisoners of our intelligence? The more you know about things, the less you enjoy them?”
“What are you talking about?”
L tilted his head to regard Light. “If we were in another place, just lived our lives to the fullest – would we be happy, Light-kun?”
“Are you saying we’re not happy, Ryuuzaki?”
“Think on it,” L said. “A composer knows so much about music that when they listen, they notice mistakes more so than a person who is simply there to enjoy the music. They compare it to other works; criticize it even though the musicians are trying their hardest to entertain the audience. As a result, they do not have a good time.”
“I don’t know if I’d want to be like that,” Light said. “It reminds me too much of Misa-chan and she’s just-
“Not up to your intellectual level,” L finished. “If you were less critical, would you enjoy the relationship?”
“Maybe,” Light admitted. “I don’t know. I’m not very good with relationships.”
“Are you happy?”
“I’m content,” Light said.
“Don’t you want something more?”
“I suppose,” Light said.
“So many people become immersed in facts and figures that they forget to look at the world around them,” L said. “They forget about people.”
“There’s a measure of detachment that’s required, especially for decision making.”
L nodded. “Indeed, one detaches from the world around them and in return they detach from themselves.”
“They lose sight of who they are,” Light murmured.
“Until another person comes along,” L said. He took a bite of strawberry shortcake.
“Why do you eat all the sweets?”
“It evokes my senses,” L said. “It brings me back to the moment.”
“Sugar rush has nothing to do with it?”
“Well, that too. Here, have some.”
Light took a bite and smiled. “Now I know why you eat these things.”
“Let us rent a cottage and eat sweets all day.”
“We’d grow fat,” Light pointed out.
“Not if we went swimming in the nearby pond.”
“Or hiked along the hillside,” Light continued.
“Can you bake?”
“No.”
“Me neither,” L said.
“We’d have to enlist the aide of a pastry chef.”
“Watari would do it,” L said.
“So, it’s settled then,” Light said. “No longer will we be prisoners of our intelligence.”
“Our taste buds however are another matter,” L sighed, “and our stomachs.”