Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Suppression ❯ Date with a Pervert ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Non-sexual action in this chapter. I’m not jumping into things.

Thanks for the new reviews. They make me want to write more. :)
And yes, I’m aware that LxLight would make L the seme. It’s hotter that way, no?
When it comes to the handcuffs, I think that L wouldn’t want to remove them no matter what, but changing shirts with them on would be an impossible feat, whereas showering with them on is quite possible. It’s more of an issue of possibility, not privacy.
The dream’s content will be revealed in a later chapter.


An hour and a half later L could be found whacking Light sharply on the back of the head. “Wake up, Light-kun.”

“Stoppit, Ryuzaki, s’too early,” Light slurred, burying his head under the pillow.

“Light-kun must wake up now,” L persisted, landing a particularly hard jab on top of Light’s blue and white striped pillow.

“Stop hitting me, Ryuzaki!” came Light’s muffled voice.

“Past experiences have led me to conclude that this is the most effective method when it comes to removing Light-kun from bed.” Another hard thump against the pillow.

“But you’re forgetting the increased risk of personal INJURY!” Light jumped up to his knees and drew back his arm, making a fist and landing a punch across Ryuzaki’s face all in less than a second.

“Ouch,” Ryuzaki stated absently, rubbing his cheek, but Light was not fooled and prepared himself for retaliation. However, Ryuzaki was too fast.

A swift kick to the groin reduced Light to cussing and staggering as he climbed out of bed.

...

After a productive day of investigation, Light and L were in much better sorts. As the task force cleared out, Light leaned back comfortably in his chair and rubbed his stomach as Ryuzaki munched on some cake. “Ryuzaki. I’m hungry.”

“Shall I have Watari order in for you then?”

Light paused to consider. “No, I kind of feel like getting out. What do you say we go out to a restaurant?”

L stopped chewing for a moment and looked at Light. “Go out?” he said through a mouthful of frosting.

“Yes. Let’s get a bit of fresh air. It’ll be good for you.”

“Light-kun is concerned about my health?”

“No,” Light replied quickly, “but I am concerned about my sanity. How about it, Ryuzaki?”

Just then the phone rang. L turned and looked down at the caller I.D. “Oh, look,” he said with a small smirk. “It’s Misa.”

Light blanched and turned to the small screen in the corner that was reserved for observing Misa at all times. She was lying on the couch holding a phone, her body language indicating severe boredom.

L picked up the phone and held it in that delicate way of his. “Yes?”

“Errrgh, Ryuzaki, I want to go on a date with Light.” Misa’s over dramatic voice boomed through the receiver.

“Light-kun and I were about to depart for dinner,” Ryuzaki droned through the mouthpiece. Light smiled. So that settled it. He smoothed down his shirt and brushed a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Whaaa?” Misa exclaimed loudly, so that L held the phone away from his ear. “Nobody told me we were going out to dinner!”

“That’s because only Light-kun and I w-”

“Don’t be stupid, Ryuzaki! Put Light on the phone!”

“Light-kun.” L held out the phone and Light took it reluctantly.

“Hello?”

“Take me out to eat for a date, Light! I miss you so much! It’s so boring here all alone all day! And see if you can’t get Ryuzaki to stay behind...”

...

Forty-five minutes later, a pretty yet childish young woman and two young men handcuffed together arrived outside a small Italian diner. The woman was clinging to the auburn-haired man’s arm, whining in a very irritating manner. “Ryuzaki, people keep staring. Un-cuff Light. You can still keep an eye on him.” Misa’s brow furrowed in frustration. “Pervert,” she added.

“No,” L replied tonelessly. “Light-kun will remain cuffed to me. I do not wish to take any chances of him escaping from me.” He turned to gaze at Misa as she indignantly stomped her foot. “Just pretend I’m not even-”

“How many?” a young woman greeted them at the door before pausing to gawk at L.

“Three, please,” replied Light quickly before Misa could open her mouth.

The woman led the three to a booth near the back. “Your waiter will be with you shortly,” she muttered, then hurried away.

L crouched next to Light on one side of the table and Misa sat across from them, sulking. It wasn’t long before a man in his early twenties approached them. “Hi, my name is Shinji and I’ll be your server for tonight. May I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have pink lemonade.”

“Coffee with extra sugar.”

“Water for me.”

The waiter left to get their drinks. Misa let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Misa is not enjoying herself.” L peered across the table at the blonde.

“Of course I’m not! You make me stay in my room all the time and don’t let Light call or visit me. Then you tag along on all our dates. It’s so annoying! Why can’t you just let us be alone sometimes? It’s not like- Hey! Are you even listening to me?!”

L’s gaze had drifted lazily over to Light, who had his hand over his eyes. “Hmm?” L replied.

Misa pounded her small fists on the tabletop just as the waiter returned with coffee, sugar cubes, water, and pink lemonade with a lemon in it.

“Ewww!” squealed Misa, extracting the lemon with her fingers and chucking it across the table at L. It hit him on the cheek and fell to the floor. The waiter looked disgruntled. L looked away from Light.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked icily.

“I’ll have the angel hair pasta with no sauce,” Misa chirped, pointing to it on the menu with a long, manicured nail.
“And for you, sirs?”

Light stopped rubbing his temples. “I’d like the cheese calzone, please.”

“Strawberry cheese cake.”

The waiter looked at L strangely before collecting the menus and disappearing into the kitchen.

“Do you ever eat anything healthy?” Misa scoffed at L. The detective decided to ignore her.

“Ryuzaki.”

“Yes, Light-kun?”

“You can have some of my calzone, if you’d like.”

L looked over at his suspect’s caramel-colored eyes. They looked so wide and innocent. Could this man possibly be Kira? “Thank you Light-kun, but no. I am not fond of savory foods.”

Misa snorted and started to jabber, trying to get Light’s attention, but the youth seemed distracted, staring off into space, and sometimes at Ryuzaki. This annoyed Misa to no end. The two of them spent all day and night together, working on the case, supposedly, and now that she and Light had some time together, he was being so boring! “Li-iiight!”

“Misa?”

“IR 17;m trying to talk to youuu.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Perhaps if Misa’s tone of voice wasn’t so whiney, Light-kun would be more inclined to listen,” L muttered audibly.

Misa fixed him with a glare. “Misa is not whining!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!!”

“Are too.”

Light listened to Misa and Ryuzaki argue, chuckling. And this man next to him was supposed to be L, the world’s top detective. It was pathetic, really.

The three ate their meals in silence, Misa shooting daggers at L with her eyes. Halfway through the meal, Misa threw her chopsticks down, allowing them to clatter against her plate. Light’s eyes rose from his plate and L stopped staring at Light to lick his fork and glance at Misa warily.

“Misa is so tired of Ryuzaki!”

“Ryuzaki is also tired of Misa,” L replied quietly.

“Arghhh!!!”

The three received odd looks from nearby diners.

“Misa, quiet down, it’s-” Light began.

“No! Not until he goes away!”

“Misa is being unreasonable.”

“Ryuzaki is being ANNOYING!” Misa lunged across the table, grabbed the rest of L’s cake from his plate, and slapped it in his face. Cake and strawberry sauce ran down L’s forehead, nose, and chin. He looked livid.

“Misa has destroyed my cake!”

Misa sat back down. “Hmph.”

“This action shall not go unpunished.”

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” Misa challenged.

“I shall punish Light-kun, and that will make Misa sad and regretful,” L smirked, licking sauce off his nose.

“What?” coughed Light, recovering from what had just happened.

“Ryuzaki will do no such thing!” Misa screeched. Again, odd looks.

L wiped off his face and licked his fingers while Light wondered how Ryuzaki would punish him. For some reason, the thought triggered a small animal-like existence near his abdomen to purr and flip over in anticipation. Disturbing.

Misa kicked out under the table, hitting the detective in the shin. The dull “thwack” was quite audible. Light winced but L’s face remained expressionless. How can he keep his face like that all the time? Light wondered.

“Light-kun will make Misa stop before I lose my temper,” urged L.

Light half wanted to witness L losing his temper, but decided he’d rather it not happen in public. They were already apparently making quite a scene. Some people weren’t even bothering to avert their gazes anymore when Light stared back at them. Quietly but sternly, Light spoke. “Misa, please stop.”

“But Light!”

“Misa will listen to Light-kun,” L pressed.

Misa grunted in anger. Without warning, she climbed under the table and was suddenly sitting between the two men, the chain behind her back. She put her arm around Light’s waist, and was disappointment when, for the most part, he remained unresponsive and uninterested.

“Light-kun would rather sit by me!” Misa spat at Ryuzaki.

“I doubt it,” L mumbled.

Misa pounded her fist into L’s chest and L exhaled. “Oof.”

“Hey!” Light shouted, forgetting his former reservations because they were in public. He and L both lunged sideways to restrain Misa, she ducked, and-

“Light-kun is awfully close to me.”

L and Light were, for lack of a better word, hugging. Light’s arms were wrapped around L’s neck and L’s hands rested on Light’s lower back. Light felt his heart speed up and his mind shut down. Light’s mind never shut down. It was a scary feeling.

“Ah!” Light unwrapped his arms and tugged himself back out of Ryuzaki’s grip. He felt his face heat up and looked down at his lap, only to see Misa fuming under the table.

...

L and Light dressed for bed. Ever since the “hug” they had maintained an awkward silence. The elder of the two seemed to be deep in thought even though he hadn’t seen any stimulating data in hours. The younger kept stealing glances at the other. His otherwise calm demeanor mocked the confusion and turmoil just beneath the surface.