To @easiertocry , the one who saved my ass.

P.s: Don't be so surprised, I'd already told you that I would write like that.

- "Light! " L cried, shaking the teen shoulder with a powerful force. However, the youth remained unresponsive. A pained expression on his face.

The detective then slipped his right arm underneath Light's head, attempting to gather him up, before retreating himself immediately as if being burnt, feeling a great amount of sickly liquid at the tip of his fingers. Looking down, he watched with dreads as his palm was half covered by blood.

Hissing furiously, L swiftly skipped to the desk, where the microphone getting through Watari was, mindful of the chained wrist as he carefully shifted his weight to the right, at the direction of one unconscious brunette so as not to stress the length.
- Watari" - he addressed the older man -please hurrying to the office, and remember to bring the medication and first- aid kit with you. I will explain everything latter.  And please, hurry up." - He added.

Turning off the microphone, shoulders hunched in dejected manner, the detective slowly turned his head to the currently laying brunette, an odd feeling swelled in his chest, occupying his thought with restless consideration, all of which are incomprehensible.

Just now, Light had saved him.

That statement was truly a wonder in and of itself.

Undeniably, the teen was also the cause that almost lead to him suffering a concussion. The boy could have let him bumped his head, then laughed on top of his lungs as L scowled in displeasure, though.

The boy could totally do that and L would never be surprised. But for some reasons L could not decipher, Light had saved him.

It confused him.

Taking other consideration, it could a veiled act to gain L's trust. If the boy were Kira, which L believed that, indeed, he was, it would be understandable if the boy decided to befriend the detective and immediately stabbed his heart L once turned his back.

However, one glint at the boy face, a face full of heartbroken despair, when the normal calm facade crumbled to unhidden panic, before Light gripped the chain hastily, tripped, then smashed his head to the cold floor, made the detective couldn't help but believed in the boy's honesty.

The evident terror stricken in those golden irises had almost made him double take his suspicion about the teen identity of Kira.
L immediately shook his head, clearing his mind of that absurd thought, before guilt began to crawled at his chest as he paced slowly, deliberately to one unconscious brunette.

Light's tanned skin now was white as sheet, not porcelain kind of white like L, but an unhealthy shade of white, when green and purple veins started to appear as blood was drained from his body.
Auburn locks felt messily, the normally narrow eyebrows relaxed into thin line, long and thick eyelashes fluttered innocently, making the usually mature boy look much more younger, as though he was sleeping and not, well, knocked out by brain damage.

Kneeling in front of the teen, L began to undress his white shirt, exposing the musculature always shrouded under thin fabric, slipped his hand underneath Light's head, carefully lifted it up with delicate fingers then wiped the blood with the white cloth with a surprising gentle carefulness.

Obsidian eyes lingered on angular face, so innocent, almost angelic, lips' conner couldn't help but raised, despite the grim situation.
Figured his most relaxing face would be when he was knocked out cold, huh?

A deep, humorous chuckle escaped thin lips.

An oddly pleasant feeling hummed through his chest as he carefully observed Light while calmly wiping off the blood.

Oddly pleasant feeling.
Pleasant feeling.
Feeling.

L caught his breath, arms froze mid-air, white cloth clutched hard in palms; body convulsed violently, but somehow his subconscious still intact enough to restrain the man from hurting the person underneath; charcoal eyes dilated in sudden realization.

Memories of happened incidents came flourishing into his mind.

Brushing hands, tender skin and rosy cheeks.
Tentative smile, embarrassing face and awkward avoidance.
Longing golden iris, secretive little glances once his back was turned.
More awkward avoidance.

And most recently, horrified face, trembling eyes and crumbling body.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he looked down to the chestnut-haired teen; mouth agape in a rare moment of complete dumbfounding; the used to be an assemblage of thoughts holding an order of sophisticated logics and facts now turned into a jumbled and incoherent mess with three words chanted like a mantra.

He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes me He likes ....

Saying L was in a pure, unadulterated panic was an understatement.

One minute and twenty three second later, Watari arrived, bringing the white box of first-aid, successfully snapping the raven out of his petrified state.