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It's been a month since solitary confinement, Light has had a sudden memory loss and is more prone to emotional outbursts. Was his mentality breaking down? Perhaps he may get the confession after all. L watched the lone man in the solitary confinement intently as he's the main suspect of the Kira case after all. The eyebags of the young man deepens as the days pass by and his loss of appetite is gravely affecting his used to be— stunning —appearance. Well, currently he may not look as well kept as before but he’s still beautiful in his own way in— a sad painting kind of way.
He presses a button, allowing L to voice himself-- all the way through the speaker in the cell room. Light isn't giving up the innocent act anytime soon but he still has to check up on him once in a while.
The quiet black box static blurs into a clear-cut sounding voice, startling Light who was dwelling into deep thoughts. After all, being stuck in confinement leaves you with nothing but yourself and your thoughts.
"Light-kun, are you managing well?" L's voice sound of mockery, a hint of innapropriate playfulness directed towards his prisoner.
Light grits his teeth, he's stuck here for months at a time and the only person who could check up on him, wasn't even his father but L, the one who was responsible for all this shit.
"Well, well!?" He repeats, anger coloring his vocabulary. His accent growing stronger and stronger.
Carefully, he took a deep breath of air and prepares to shout with all his might. "Kau diam lah anjing! Dasar british..." He grits his teeth, cursing L under his breath.
"Light-kun, are you on about my people colonising your country again?" L wasn’t stunned by his behaviour anymore, it’s practically how he says hello at this point— He doesn’t speak Bahasa Melayu but he based his findings from the unrelentless tantrums from Light Yagami. Did he mention it's a weekly thing?
Light, like a ticking bomb whose wires has been cut off without his permission, is getting ready to explode in approximately— Light looked at the camera intensely, arms bounded by metal won't stop him from causing a ruckus, oh no.
Slowly, he starts pounding his cuffs into the ground in unrestricted rage until his speed heightened with every thwack.
"TAK GUNA PUNYA DETECTIVE INGAT YANG AKU NI SUSPEK DIA, AKU BARU JE NAK START BELAJAR DEKAT TO-OH TAPI TAAAAKK!" He hammers the metal to the ground. “KAU KENA MUSNAHKAN SEMUA MASA DEPAN AKU DENGAN BENDA BUKAN-BUKAN!”
"AKU KENA JUGAK DUDUK DALAM SEL NI UNTUK BERAPA BULAN DAH— JADI BANDUAN KAU! BERAPA BANYAK KALI AKU CAKAP AKU BUKAN KIRA!"
L gulps, yikes. "Light-kun, please go easy on the cuffs--" "KAU TUNGGULAH- BILA AKU KELUAR KAT SINI AKU CARI BOMOH AKU SAKA KAU!" Pummeling into the ground again, and again.
"ATUK KAU KE, AYAH KAU KE, AKU SAKA SEMUA! SAMPAI KAU MERAYU KAT AKU UNTUK LEPASKAN SAKA!"
The metal restraint finally bust open from the abuse, the tiny openings of his sleeves revealed Light's wrists to be bruised horribly but he only stayed on the cold concrete floor panting for air, eye-ing the camera in predatory gaze as he does so effortlessly.
In one final fight for justice, Light stood up; legs shaking, iron in hand. "Pergi Jahanamlah penjajah!" He threw the heavy metallic weight towards the camera with precise accuracy— Fracturing the 12th camera this week. L sighed as he once again, ordered for Watari to replace yet another surveillance camera.
But L had wondered for a quite a while, why has Light not thought of breaking the speaker? It wasn't that the camera were really of utmost importance and he knew it was going to be replaced every so often.
Perhaps Light-kun had a secret motive?
Does Light fancy him enough that he prefers L's company or is it an act of pretense? Anyways, its only right to find out.
"Light-kun, you should've aimed for the speaker. You know that you can still hear me—"
Light grabbed the remaining pieces and chucked it to the PA.
Well, nevermind.