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Yagami Light was a proud man. He always had been, but it had never occurred to him, that this might present him with a problem one day. He had been handcuffed to L for months now, and the longer he was, the more annoyed he became.
There was something about L, that made Light nervous. It wasn't because L thought he was Kira, but more the way he looked at Light. Those dark eyes were always so knowing, so arrogant, it made Light's skin crawl.
He hated it.
He couldn't avoid those eyes, lest he be accused of hiding something, or, much worse, he would be seen as inferior.
He couldn't risk that.
So he continued staring into L's eyes, he kept getting more nervous, and he became more and more annoyed with each day that passed.
L either didn't notice, or he didn't care, he simply went on with the investigation, pulling Light along, whether he liked it or not.
On one of these days, L took it too far.
They were in their suite, arguing once again, when L brought up the subject of Light being Kira. On a different day, Light might have retained his composure, but as it was, he was too high-strung to simply take it.
After all, how dare this wanna-be detective assume to know about a god like Kira!
“I had hoped to gather some definitive evidence of you being Kira, but that has proven to be difficult.” L ate a piece of chocolate thoughtfully. “Especially now, that you aren't him anymore.”
“Can you not be quiet for one minute?!” Light pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“That would not further our investigation.”
“Neither does going in circles endlessly!” He stared at L defiantly.
L gave him a critical look. “You may be right,” he admitted. “But on the off-chance that you are, in fact, Kira, it would be foolish of me to give you time to think.”
Light lost it a little, then. He surged forward and landed a solid punch to L's jaw, who staggered backwards but remained standing. Light was panting with anger, his hands balled to fists at his sides. “You're driving me insane!” he spat and closed the distance between them, getting ready to throw another punch, but L had overcome his surprise and easily dodged the fist flying at him.
“I've noticed,” L said calmly. Then he ducked down low and kicked upwards, hitting Light right in the chest.
The force of the kick sent Light flying back, where he slammed into the back of the couch and dropped to the floor, his breath getting stuck for a few seconds. But while L had been pulled along, he was still upright.
And the fury boiling in Light's veins was not satisfied, so without thinking, he kicked out L's legs from under him. L went down, barely able to catch his fall, but when he hoisted himself back on his knees, the look he gave Light was bone-chilling.
Light's breath hitched every so slightly. He couldn't help but think that he had made a terrible mistake.
L was back on his feet by now, but when Light tried to follow suit, he was met with another kick to the stomach, which sent him back on his hands and knees, gasping for air.
It was humiliating. He was Kira, dammit, he didn't deserve this kind of treatment! He had played his role as Yagami Light to perfection, he had met every single one of L's tests head on, and yet this is what he got? Incessant talking, the constant jabs at him being Kira and worst of all, those horrible eyes overseeing his each and every move!
He would show this detective what he was capable of!
By now he had caught his breath enough to start another attempt at standing up, but L was faster.
The bastard pulled on the chain connecting them and then stepped on it just in front of Light, which forced his hands back to the floor.
“Stay down,” L ordered. “I'm stronger than you.”
Light let out an undignified growl and lifted his gaze angrily, but before he could make eye-contact, L leaned in closer, grabbed a fist full of Light's hair and pulled.
Light short-circuited.
He froze in his position, mouth falling slightly agape, eyes wide open in shock. All his fury had suddenly dissipated, leaving him completely empty. He couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone get himself out of this situation. And yet, he wasn't scared. A part of him, buried in the deepest darkest corners of his mind, didn't want this to stop. It was a shameful thought and Light immediately tried to shove it back down to where it belonged, but he found himself unable to do so.
Fuck.
He started panting slightly, the only result of his attempt to speak.
L seemed to notice, because he now pulled harder, forcing Light to look up at him. When their eyes met, L broke out into a sly grin. Without loosening his grip, he crouched down and inspected Light's face curiously. He leaned in to take a whiff of his scent, his nose nearly touching the soft skin of Light's neck.
Finally, Light regained at least some resemblance of strength and struggled against the iron grip on his hair, but when he did, it only hurt more, which in turn shoved him even deeper into this newfound sense of serenity.
His eyes fluttered shut.