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You Can Fake It For A While, Bite Your Tongue and Smile, Like Every Mother Does An Ugly Child [Fin]
Who: L. Lawliet and Light Yagami
What: Experimentation!
Where: A dense part of the forest
When: Day 6, morning
Rating: R, for language, sexual implications, and lots of nudity.
Status: Complete



L had fallen asleep near Laura, the bruises on his chest from being pelted by cans in the not-quick stop aching and sore, but he'd kept his silence about them, just as he knew Bob would most likely keep his silence about the poison oak. Previously, L had never really hated or resented anyone. Even the criminals he helped catch for a living didn't personally anger him. Most criminals were petty, insolent, and stupid, thinking that they could pull one over on L. But if there was one thing he absolutely couldn't stand, it was an insult to his intelligence and his competence. It was why he hated Bob. It was why he had realized, sometime during the Kira case, that he hated Light Yagami.

Light had beat him at chess shortly after they'd met. So cool and confident had he been, he'd caught L completely off-guard with the victory. Months later, it still bothered L that he had not seen that bishop come in from nowhere, forcing his king into a corner, with the knight there all along to finish him off. And Light had done it so easily. That game had set the basis for their entire relationship, in a way. Light's smirk after saying "checkmate" said much more than the age-old call of victory. It had meant I respect you. You are a more formidable adversary than I have ever met. But you are not invincible, and I can kill you if I just know how.

L had been backed into a corner. He'd known that there was a knight hidden somewhere, as in the game of chess, to seal his fate and kill him quietly. And then this had happened. He'd thought that he was rid of Light, but he should have known that his greatest rival would follow him here, intentionally or not, to finish the job they'd both started. Trying to dismantle the other in any way possible was still their greatest goal; L had felt the resentment and anger crackling over the journals. Laura had felt it, so complete and bitter was their contempt for each other, and chided him, but L was still resolute. Light was guilty of the original crime he had been accused of. One missing piece of evidence was not enough for L to forget the intuitive chill that touched him whenever Light was near.

Shivering, he drew the blanket closer around himself, realizing that he must have fallen asleep at some point the day before at long last, and that Laura had doubtless put him to bed. Laura... L thought of her shiny dark hair, the mystery of her existence, how her eyes were both rigid and soft. How she seemed to accept him unconditionally, even when he constantly alienated others and was painfully awkward. Still partially under influence of the sedative, without consciously realizing what he was doing, he cuddled up closer to the body next to him. It was also cold, not surprising L, since he knew Laura's secret. How L loved secrets... his hand stroked Laura's cool shoulder, slipping down her arm, her rib cage, her hip... and then L recoiled sharply, after coming in contact with something he was quite positive Laura did not possess. Unless she had more secrets.

He sat upright, realizing for the first time that he was, himself, naked, and that the person next to him was none other than Light Yagami. Furthermore, it was snowing and they were in the forest. The paranoid man's first thought was that Bob had orchestrated this as revenge for the premeditated poison oak, but he realized that it just as easily could have been Light himself. Hadn't they always been obsessed with each other to an unhealthy degree? Who knew what Light would do to get inside his head? He panicked inwardly as he realized that he actually didn't know what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember. Venting some of his frustration, he kicked Light sharply in the calf.