Fanfiction
Characters: L, Light Yagami, Heiji Hattori
Pairing: Implied Light/Heiji (if you squint)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild swearing
100. Worried
“Where the hell have ya been!”
Light was jerked out of his thoughts by a furious cry, and he was spun abruptly to see a pair of furious green eyes in a tanned face.
“Ya said one day! One! Not a whole freakin’ month!”
The other teen shook his shoulders violently, before pulling him into a tight hug, furious voice softening to something more worried than angry.
“God… do ya have any idea how worried I was?”
Light didn’t respond to the hug, standing frozen in the other teen’s embrace. After a moment, the other pulled back, peering at him worriedly.
“Hey, Yagami-han, ya okay? I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
Light blinked a little, then stepped backwards, away from the teen - abruptly reminded of L’s presence by the chain clinking at his wrist.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t-” green eyes... osakan accent... a friendly smirk... brilliant mind “-remember you at all.”
“Oh, shit…” breathed the other, concern turning sharper. “Geez, I’m sorry… musta scared ya, jumping at ya like that… shit… Uh, I’m Hattori Heiji. Nice ta meetcha… again, I guess.”
Light blinked again.
“No, I’m sorry, but you must have misunderstood me. I’ve never met you before in my life - and I’m certainly not suffering from amnesia.”
That said, he made to go, hoping that L wouldn’t dig at him slyly for this afterwards. He was halted by the soft monotone voice at his side, dark circled eyes staring at him with slight curiousity.
“But Yagami-kun was in the park with Hattori-kun earlier this year. Surely he remembers playing tennis with me afterwards?”
Light brought a hand to his head, grimacing. “I… remember playing tennis… but…” green eyes… a friendly smirk… feeling irritated… ‘Seeya around, Yagami-han’…
“I-“
“Wait, ya mean he doesn’t have amnesia?” drawled the Osakan with a frown. “Then why th’ hell doesn’t he remember me? And where in fuck has he been fer the past month!”
“I, too, would like to know why Yagami-kun professes to not know Hattori-kun.”
Light stepped backwards inadvertently from the determined gazes of the two detectives, making the handcuff chain clink. The green-eyed detective’s attention snapped to it and he made a startled noise.
“Handcuffs? What th’ hell’s going on?!”
Pairing: Implied Light/Heiji (if you squint)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild swearing
100. Worried
“Where the hell have ya been!”
Light was jerked out of his thoughts by a furious cry, and he was spun abruptly to see a pair of furious green eyes in a tanned face.
“Ya said one day! One! Not a whole freakin’ month!”
The other teen shook his shoulders violently, before pulling him into a tight hug, furious voice softening to something more worried than angry.
“God… do ya have any idea how worried I was?”
Light didn’t respond to the hug, standing frozen in the other teen’s embrace. After a moment, the other pulled back, peering at him worriedly.
“Hey, Yagami-han, ya okay? I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
Light blinked a little, then stepped backwards, away from the teen - abruptly reminded of L’s presence by the chain clinking at his wrist.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t-” green eyes... osakan accent... a friendly smirk... brilliant mind “-remember you at all.”
“Oh, shit…” breathed the other, concern turning sharper. “Geez, I’m sorry… musta scared ya, jumping at ya like that… shit… Uh, I’m Hattori Heiji. Nice ta meetcha… again, I guess.”
Light blinked again.
“No, I’m sorry, but you must have misunderstood me. I’ve never met you before in my life - and I’m certainly not suffering from amnesia.”
That said, he made to go, hoping that L wouldn’t dig at him slyly for this afterwards. He was halted by the soft monotone voice at his side, dark circled eyes staring at him with slight curiousity.
“But Yagami-kun was in the park with Hattori-kun earlier this year. Surely he remembers playing tennis with me afterwards?”
Light brought a hand to his head, grimacing. “I… remember playing tennis… but…” green eyes… a friendly smirk… feeling irritated… ‘Seeya around, Yagami-han’…
“I-“
“Wait, ya mean he doesn’t have amnesia?” drawled the Osakan with a frown. “Then why th’ hell doesn’t he remember me? And where in fuck has he been fer the past month!”
“I, too, would like to know why Yagami-kun professes to not know Hattori-kun.”
Light stepped backwards inadvertently from the determined gazes of the two detectives, making the handcuff chain clink. The green-eyed detective’s attention snapped to it and he made a startled noise.
“Handcuffs? What th’ hell’s going on?!”