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It’s been a few months of them living together. L moved them into a small house on the property of Wammy’s House. It’s roughly an acre from the rest of the orphanage. Enough for nobody to notice that Light is alive and well.
The summer months rushed in suddenly. Not long ago, it was March and the rainy season was upon them. It reminded him too much of the rain that poured down on them after being unchained.
England’s summers are vastly different from Japan’s. The average temperature is around the mid 60s and humid. Japan has upper 90s with a high humidity. It’s honestly little compared to the place he once called home.
Light Yagami, sitting in their dining room, is eating his lunch. They have to fend for themselves to not raise awareness to the children. Light often acts much like a housewife.
If I knew that this is what it would be, I’d rather stay in prison.
He raises the bite of food to his lips, taking a gentle bite. He appreciates not having to rush his meals.
L is working in the designated office space for their work. All of the cases have been small and easy. Light is bored.
It’s the same pattern every single day. Light wakes up to find L already working and makes them breakfast. They work on the case and eventually eat dinner in the late hours of the night.
The house has been doused with an awkwardness.
He doesn’t even look at me. Light sighs, standing up to put his empty dish in the sink. He’ll wash them later. They have to share a room, not a bed.
“Another major heatwave is to be expected…” the news anchor drones on again about the heat. Light rolls his eyes as he yanks the remote off the table to turn the TV off. A push of the button makes the house silent and he remembers why the TV was on in the first place.
Silence.
He’s had enough of it.
Why did L bring me here if he doesn’t care that I am here? Those are the thoughts that keep rattling his brain.
“L, what do you want to eat for lunch?” Light calls out toward the office. He’s eaten. The least he can do is make sure L’s eating as well.
“Something sweet.”
“Why did I even ask?” Light huffs and makes his way to the kitchen. He puts on the apron that hangs up inside the pantry. It’s plain.
If I’m being his housewife, should I get one of those humiliatingly pink and maid-like aprons? Will he pay attention to me then?
Light cuts up an apple. It’s bright red and has that familiar shine. The water droplets from him washing the fruit are stationary on the apple. The knife presses down and hits the cutting board with a thunk.
Enough of the seeds could kill L. It would be too easy to track him down though. The knife already has his fingerprints on it.
Light coats the apple slices with cinnamon sugar. Sweet enough for L but nutritious enough for him not to die.
If L dies while Light is living in his house, he’s never going to be free like this again. He can’t let himself go down this avenue of thinking. It’s too dangerous.
A thud comes from the office. Not something unfamiliar. L chucks heavy stacks of paper on the floor without a second thought. But this sounded heavier than that.
“L?” Light’s voice is calm but a hint of fear seeps through. “What’s going on?”
The silence has gotten louder. L claims to hear bells when he’s close to death and welcomes the silence. Light needs the noise in his life. The silence terrifies him. Light’s footsteps toward the office are thundering in the quiet house.
L has fallen out of his chair. His face is red and he’s sweating heavily. Despite the sweat, his body is cool and covered in goosebumps. He’s awake, words slurring under his breath.
“L? You’re quite warm.”
“Shut… up…”
“Come on. Let me help,” Light brushes the fluffy hair out of his eyes. The heat must be getting to him. “You’re overheating.”
Light gets up and brings the fan over to him. He grabs a thin short sleeve shirt for L to change into. He must survive through this.
Light hurries back downstairs. “L, change into this shirt. I know you won’t like it but I promise it’s better than dying.” Light places the shirt in L’s hands and goes to get a glass of water.
L was likely dehydrated from working for so long. All that sugar-slug coffee is not hydrating him.
Light returns to find L basically laying against the fan. Light suppresses the laugh that threatens to escape.
“Careful now. Drink this slowly.”
“Thank you.”
Light sits next to L. The dark room was much hotter than the other rooms. To be fair, the door had been closed all morning. The fans aren’t doing anything to beat the heat.
“You need to drink more water. Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”
“And what does that mean?”
“You almost died dumbass.”
“Don’t you want that? Have your biggest threat gone?”
“Your death would automatically be tied to me. Even if it was of natural causes.”
L is staring at him with a look of shock. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing. It’s just nice to see you be human for once. You act like a robot sometimes.” Light stands up and pulls L up by his hands. He pushes him toward the couch. The living room is much cooler than that stupid office.
“Just don’t die. It’d be too quiet without you.” Light sits by him and picks up the book from the end table. There’s not much in the house but with L by his side, maybe doing the same over and over again won’t be that bad.
Light cares too much.