#the experiment has proven successful so everyone prepare for unhinged content from me

[god-of-this-new-blog]

"If I were to explain it now, Light-Kun, it would ruin the investigation."

"Oh, so this is about me." Light huffs and turns back to his own window, digging his shoulder into the plush seats.

"Is it not always?"

Light's eyes narrow, "What do you mean by that?"

L does turn back to look at him now, his own features laced with amusement. It makes Light's skin crawl, "I mean that you are narcissistic."

Light rolls his eyes, "are you seriously trying to pick a fight with me?"

"No… though if you want to fight… I guess I have no say in the matter."

Light seriously considers it for a moment. He's never been the violent type. Before L, he'd never so much as slapped someone on the shoulder in congratulations, and now here he was debating if he should start a fistfight in the back of a limo.

"I don't want to fight, Ryuzaki," Light sighs; it's a chore to get those words out," It's just... You're acting weird."

"I could say the same about you," L muses, looking up at the roof of the car as if some divine knowledge floats just above his head.

"Come on--"

"Now that you mention it… you've been acting 'weird' ever since you were released from confinement--"

"No. No, we are not doing this right now."

L turns back to him entirely. Backlit, the sun streaming in from the window behind him makes the man look all the more washed out. "Doing what? I only made an observation."

"To annoy me."

"Annoy you? I would never want to do that, Light-Kun."

"Because we are such good friends?"

L shakes his head, unruly strands of dark hair falling into his eyes, "because it would not be wise to get on Kira's bad side when I am alone with him."

Light takes a steadying breath; he knows what L is doing. The detective seems to get a genuine kick out of winding Light up. He does it often—Light rubs at his temple, shoving auburn strands of hair out of place.

"I'm not Kira."