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─ Good morning, mother. ─ Light proclaimed with a smile, entering the kitchen with the oldest in his arms. The lady turned towards the boys and smiled at them, leaving the vegetables she was cutting over the sink.

─ Good morning, Mrs. Yagami. ─ L repeated, sitting on a chair at the circular table, with the help of brown. Light arranged it on the seat and sat down beside him.

─Good morning, boys. ─ He wiped his hands on the nearby dish towel and smiled again. ─ Did you sleep well?

They both nodded, awkwardly.

─ You can eat whatever you want. Just look in the fridge. He said, pointing to the appliance just ahead. The lady returned to where she was doing her chores at the sink.

The Japanese got up and did what his mother recommended. He swept his eyes over the food and then turned to the other.

─ Apple, bread, milk, eggs. What will you want? He asked, sounding a little more impatient than he really was.

L mentioned the word, but was interrupted before anything.

─ Why, Light, don't be so boring! ─ The woman intervened, gently pushing her son away from the refrigerator. She looked calmly at the options.

─ I am not boring. I was just asking. Snorted, crossing his arms.

─ Do you prefer something sweet or salty, dear? She ignored him, addressing her question to Lawliet. The brunette seemed to take a few seconds to understand that she was talking to you.

─ D-Doce. He stammered, somewhat ashamed. The Englishman did not remember when it was the last time someone really cared what he wanted to eat. The last time he had any options to choose from.

Sachiko nodded, taking a pie from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator and placing it on the table. Yagami picked up an apple before the door closed and sat down again. The woman even took a saucer and a small fork, placing them next to L.

─ Eat as much as you want. - he said, putting a small knife next to L. The Englishman looked away from the female. He shook his head slightly, hoping she would understand that he was thanking her. Let's say Lawliet didn't know how to thank you very well. Neither thank nor apologize. It is part of the code of laws of "how to be L"

─ How healthy. ─ Light laughed sarcastically, taking a first bite of his fruit.

L looked at him sideways, with the best expression of contempt he could find. He looked back at his 500-calorie slice with a smile. He took a first bite, taking the middle, where was the white filling that gave off the aroma of lemon. He smiled a little at the sugar flavor, bewildered by the good feeling.

─ Lawliet, isn't it? ─ Light's mother asked, having just poured carrot slices into a large cauldron. The boy untangled his lips, realizing the lady was talking to him.

He just said a low "aham". He was visibly shy and Light could see that.

─ It is a different name. Your parents were very creative. He said casually, touching something over the sink.

─ He is English. ─ Light replied, throwing his apple skeleton into the basket a few feet ahead, and hitting it.

─ Ah, I understand. That explains the accent. ─ The lady laughed at the discovery.

L brought one of his fingertips to his mouth, biting the tip of his long fingernail and gnawing it. Nervous.

Light almost laughed, but thought it best to avoid annoying him now. There was no need at all. It was only funny to see how Lawliet reacted when someone put a little finger inside his protective wall. Retreated, mysterious, annoying, cute.

And by the way, mother Yagami stopped asking questions.

Some time has passed. Only bites and forks were heard.

He waited for the "visitor" to finish eating. It took a while, because for some reason, L seemed to be eating in slow motion, almost as if he were going to be the pie critic at last week's corner bakery. But he didn't complain. He didn't complain because it was lovely to watch him devour that hydrogenated fat with so much taste. Cute, too much.

He cursed himself mentally and massaged one temple with his hand resting on the table

The brunette put his fork on the plate right after. Yagami noticed and got up to put the dishes in the sink. L scanned the room in the meantime. It was very family cooking, or at least as he imagines one to be. Ceramics, dish cloths with animals, white cabinets, well organized. Windows with sunshine, a smiling mother, 10:30 am on the clock.

10:30.

L was definitely dead. Definitely.

Two fingers snapped in front of him, making him blink until he went to Yagami's eyes, who were impatient.

─ Let's go up, I want to bathe. He spoke thickly, pushing his chair away from the table to take the Englishman in his arms. L grabbed the other's neck, squeezing it harder than he needed to. He felt safe when he pressed Light. Stupid, illusory, but still, he felt protected.

Light just resisted the temptation to ask if the other wanted to hang him. However, he walked up the path in silence.

─ Oh, Lawliet-kun. ─ the

woman called him when they were halfway. L quickly released the other's neck, looking at the woman ─ You should call your parents. They must be concerned.

Parents. Light sighed, somewhat concerned that his mother would use the word "parents" and "Lawliet" in the same sentence. And partly, disappointed that he didn't really know anything about each other. Not a bit of his family, nothing.

─ I told you in advance, Yagami-san. Don't worry, "he lied, forcing a smile.

The lady nodded, causing the two boys to continue on their way.

---- O ----

The brown man opened the bedroom door with his foot, putting Lawliet on his bed and then going to his wardrobe. L wandered through the details of the room once again. Everything was organized. There was a bulletin board with several notes from the school. A shelf with some unknown trophies. Two large windows, covered with beige curtains. Everything was perfect, impeccably tidy, just like Light himself.

─ Did my room pass the inspection? He whispered close to the English ear. L was startled a little, immediately turning towards the other, reflexively.

Yagami smiled cynically, taking the clothes he had separated. He got up and headed for the bathroom entrance.

─ Not really. ─ L replied when the door was almost closed. ─ It all seems very artificial.

Light opened the door again. It was too easy to be true. He went to the top of the bed to face the older man. Yagami no longer wore his shirt

─ Artificial? He interjected, still smiling, looking around the room.

L quickly looked away, embarrassed. He aimed at the boy's bare feet, eventually rising to his eyes. Light was ridiculously defined. Not pumped, not exaggerated. It was natural.

And he, that pale thinness.

─ Shouldn't a sixteen year old boy have a more stylish room ?! ─ the voice came out less confident than it wished.

Light cleared his throat, letting out a tiny chuckle at the other's shame. Amazing how Lawliet always had the tough guy pose. The Japanese man was sure that no one could get him off the top royalty pedestal. Except himself, of course.

─ Why can't my style be an "organized teenager"? ─ He sat on the bed

─ This is not even a style. ─ L stepped back a little, using his hands.

─ You are not the best person to lecture me about being a normal teenager. ─ She tossed her hair back.

─ I'm nineteen, I'm not even a teenager anymore. He replied, trying not to think about how naturally Yagami was naturally beautiful. Or how well my hair fell perfectly over that damn thin, tanned face.

The honey eyes opened, fixing their orbs on the black orbs, finally meeting. The expression was pure surprise.

─ Nineteen ?! ─ He shouted in amazement. ─ You don't even seem to be more than 15 years old!

─ And you act like you're 30.

─ Why are you still in high school? ─ He asked quickly, receiving silence. He was breaking into the protective wall again, bold. Basically, when the brunette didn't want to answer something, he just ignored it, "didn't listen".

And that was part of the Top Five - The five most annoying things about L Lawliet.

Light snorted.

─ I'm going. Scolded. ─ Wait for me here.

L closed his eyes

─ Imagine. ─ said loud enough for the other to hear. ─ I am not going to walk around.

Yagami sighed, not knowing if it was a provocation or if his tone was sad. Kind of hard to understand the emotions with that dead fly voice that L has. He swallowed and closed the door.

--- O ---

The brown man breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally alone. Not that it really made much difference, after all, all that separated him from an irritating Englishman was a wall and a wooden door. Whatever, at least I wouldn't need to look him in the face for a good 20 minutes, and that was already a divine gift.

He tossed his pile of towels and clothes over the covered toilet. It wasn't the most hygienic thing in the world, but there was not much to do. Usually Light changed in the comfort and space of his room and not in that cubic meter that was his suite. As always, it was all the fault of the stupid, pampered Englishman who lay in his bed.

Although, it wouldn't be a bad idea to change in front of him. I would get adorable reactions, red cheeks, maybe even a stammer ... Since just seeing him shirtless could cause that.

Annoying him with his own expressions seemed like a tempting proposition.

Yagami laughed at his thoughts.

He undressed in front of the huge mirror that was nailed to the wall, watching himself. The sweatpants went to the floor, both for bathing and to be able to see better. Narcissistic, with pride.

He took advantage of the moment of self-admiration to turn on and regulate the water in the bathtub. Always hot. Almost frying, to be honest.

He needed that rest. Feel your muscles submerged and asleep as your head lies on the edge of the bathroom,

Hollow out the mind. Forget school, doubtful sexuality, Lawliet.

But the mind is a motherfucker. When she says "you will keep thinking about it and that's it" she really does it. Or maybe L has already invented a way to hack your brain. It sounds pretty convincing.

L. L. L. L.

--- O ---

Beyond knew how to force herself when she wanted to. He forced his body to bathe and shove any shit in his mouth before thinking about doing anything. The boy put a hand on his sweaty forehead, huffing. He punched the wall with all the anger he had a right to feel. The strong sun, noon approaching, no Lawli.

The few remaining neurons were enough to think about calling school. Once, twice, three times playing, and nothing. It was Saturday.

Another punch to the innocent wall.

He closed his eyes and breathed. Beyond had a habit of holding his breath when he was nervous. Such a stupid act that I remembered when Lawliet bit his fingertips. His custom was not as adorable as that of a wheelchair user, but he was still just as stupid.

Lawliet. Lawli. Precious Lawli.

His body was shutting down. It was extreme fatigue. He fell asleep / passed out in the middle of the cramped room, lying on the floor as if there is only a lot of black clothes there, with no human. And that was more or less how Beyond felt when he was without his brother.

A beautiful Nothing.

--- O ---

It was sinking into that unnecessarily fluffy foam that was Light's bed. Too comfortable, it was annoying. He used his hands as a support to climb, but it was complicated with those two legs of ornament that only served to make everything difficult. Buried in cuteness.

Long minutes passed while Yagami was in the bathroom. What the hell is he doing there? Does he get ready for a wedding where he's the bride or something? It doesn't even take ten minutes for a self-respecting teenager to take a shower and be properly ready to do their shitty routines, like reading indecent magazines (which were very well hidden among the "biology" books that the Japanese had). Only the twenty minutes had passed and Light was not done with her makeup, which was beyond boring. L reached out and grabbed his backpack, pulling out his cell phone. Even contradicting himself, he turned on the device.

45 missed calls from your beloved little brother.

"Less than I expected" - he laughed dryly.

He stayed there, checking the difference in the time of calls. They started at 20:23 and ended at 4:50. Until the red-eyed one finally "gave up". In other words, he paused. After all, Beyond never gave up anything he wanted. It was a first-rate tantrum. It was always like that, from the school to the damn Thanksgiving Day, Birthday was already the miniature psychopath in a closet that would only come to light after eight long years in which L was in that hospital bed. Memories that should be buried. The Englishman shook his head, blocking the device in his hands and tossing it into his black bag. He returned to the danger of silence.

─ Who is Beyond? ─ Light asked in a usual tone, with her head right next to the brunette, and her brown eyes glazed over the hands that previously held the cell phone.

Yagami didn't get tired if she scared him.

─ If I have a thing for taking you down, you have to scare me. - he commented, ignoring the previous speech. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Wet hair, half-closed eyes, cynical smile.

Typical Light Yagami

Beautiful.

─ Tell me. Who is Beyond? He repeated, without leaving the minor's side.

Would Brown accept it if he said: Just erase that name from your head and forget it?

Probably not, and that was a hell of a problem.

Adrenaline in the veins. I had to give a quick answer.

─ Have you become my stalker now? ─ teased him, knowing that Light never let any irony pass unnoticed. Here are some unexpected benefits of being a spoiled and childlike little boy who hates to lose.

─ Was that whole list you were seeing were missing calls from him? He insisted, circling the bed and sitting facing the brunette.

Bankrupt plan.

L opened his mouth, but the haunting sound of the ringing cell phone interrupted.

I said that Beyond never gives up.

Both boys looked at each other, but L was in a privileged position. He took the vibrating object and exposed one of the system's standard songs and refused the connection. The second call came before any reaction leaving L bewildered enough that the youngest took the said-whose from the pale hands and put it in his ear.

Yeah, fuck.

─ Hello? He asked impatiently. Light had risen to avoid being prevented from speaking to strangers across the line by Lawliet. In fact, he continued with a hand extended towards the brown, as if he still didn't believe that he was really talking to Birthday.

DESPAIR.

─ Where's L? ─ A hoarse voice, but sure of what it said was the answer. He spoke slowly, authoritatively.

The Japanese eyes looked at L hesitantly.

Here is a small sum: Voice of boy

the unknown + escape + Beyond = death.

Don't let Light get involved in this.

─ Light-kun, give me the phone soon. He ordered, trying to show boredom that didn't exist. Basically, he was playing the rebel who left home without explanation, leaving his brother extremely worried, because they carry a beautiful story of brotherly love.

Nobody knows, nobody gets hurt.

The brunette managed to recover the device from the hands of others.

Yagami continued to look at the scene, suspicious.

─ Beyond? ─

─ Come back. For. Home. Now. ─ hung up.

Only the Japanese didn't need to know that.

─ I am no longer a baby. ─ A "speech" started ─ And yes, I can sleep outside whenever I want. No, you will not dare to call our parents. Ah, you know what? Goodbye.

He just found out he was an excellent actor.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. L didn't think straight, but at least he thought he had managed to outwit the youngest of anything strange he might have thought. At least his mind wasn't so fucked up.

But considering that Light Yagami is Light Yagami, nothing is easy to go unnoticed.

The chestnut pushed the brunette in his bed, suddenly laying him down. He put his two legs so that they surrounded the English belly, without putting any weight on it. Lawliet looked at him before his lips invaded with little delicacy. The Japanese practically swallowed it. Quickly, he felt that someone else's tongue was asking for passage. He granted it, choked by the damned touch of an experienced teenager. Light used one of his hands to grab the black hair and bring it closer to him, even though it wasn't possible.

L sure would have pushed him away, but it was amazing how his mind became a white screen with the words "KISS IT FUCK" every time Light approached.

Numb, almost unconscious, horribly delivered.

But above all: dangerously attached.

─ Don't make me jealous. He whispered, turning his mouth to his white ear.

It was slutty, it could only. An "electric current" ran through L's body, making him shiver to the tips of his toes. Damn Yagami.

─ Oh, I'm sorry, Light-kun. ─ he started to say as soon as he got his breath back. ─ I forgot that you love me.

Light looked at him out of the corner of her eye, disdainfully. Lawliet smiled.

The brown man lay on top of the other, placing his face on the pillow and sticking his bellies, sinking both into the mattress.

─ Comfortable? He inquired, ironic.

─ A lot. ─ kissed her cheek.

Let's say L had an internal mini battle to resist the temptation to touch the boy's honey strands next to him. They were so perfectly aligned that the English wondered if they were truly natural. He ended up not doing it.

The younger boy closed his eyes, resting. This was more than enough for the wheelchair user to face him. And just imagine: the infamous Yagami Light had wrinkles in the eyes. Imperceptible, but undeniably there, just to tarnish the image of the perfect Japanese beauty that the teenager was. He found himself wondering if anyone had noticed it. Some girl, ex-girlfriend, maybe Misa. In fact, L wasn't sure about his relationship with the blonde. Would it be too bad of him to think that Yagami was really cheating on her? Not only that, he was cheating on her with the weird kid in the class.

Light, you are weird.

He turned his attention to the wrinkles. The worst is that even they were cute. They matched his slanted eyes. Which in turn matched your skin, which also matched the design of your lips.

A perfect face with perfect wrinkles.

─ Admit that I am beautiful, go. ─ He opened his eyes. ─ I notice all the faces during the classes.

─ You should admit it, boy in love. He said in English.

─ Perhaps if you cut your hair. He replied, also in English.

─ I like your wrinkles. ─ looked away.

─ I like your scout.

And there a few more minutes passed. Still lying, embraced.

─ Sorry. ─ announced the youngest, facing the wall and breaking the silence ─ For treating you that way yesterday, at school.

L looked at him, slightly surprised. He put a thumb in his mouth and outlined a slight curve of his lips.

─ Sorry too. - pause - for knocking you down twice.

─ Wait, wasn't it an accident? He loosened his hold so he could see him better.

─ 80%, say.

─ Do you like to knock random strangers down the street?

─ Do you like to kiss strangers at your school?

Light laughed.

─ You are unbelievable. Are you going to tell me that you only apologized because I asked first?

─ Possibly. ─ pulled out a piece of his nail.

─ You are unbelievable. He repeated, shaking his head. ─ Friends?

─ Friends don't kiss.

─ Chatonildo. ─ Light snorted, giving him another peck.

─ Do you see? He blushed.

─ So we are not going to be friends, because I don't intend to stop. He pressed the Englishman's lower lip with his left thumb.

Damn, L really liked that sucker.