(Gonna finish this story...)
“You know, Ryuzaki,” he said softly, looking aside to the floor, “at first… I was just interested. I wondered what your reaction would be. If you’d submit or retaliate. That first kiss wasn’t just out of spite – it was also out of curiosity. You didn’t react; and now… you fight me.” He looked up at the detective, his brown eyes piercing and cold. “I think… you’re afraid.”
“That isn’t for you to decide,” L said emotionlessly; he reached down, offering Light his hand to help him up. “None of this is, Light-kun.”
Light wondered just how stupid L was capable of being when he reached up and took his hand – and, of course, pulled him down, where he landed on his knees.
“I’m sorry, Ryuzaki, but…” Light gave a soft sigh, taking L’s wrist tightly in his grip; and his reply answered any of a thousand questions. “…You’re wrong.”
He pushed L down; he pushed him down as hard as he could, and when he was on the floor, he pinned him there on his back and gazed down at him. And on gazing down at him, for perhaps the first time, he was able to see past the hideous reflection of himself in L’s mirror-mirror eyes, and see…
Whoever he was beneath L and Ryuga Hideki and Ryuzaki and Eraldo Coil and Deneuve; there was something valid there beneath the icy wicked shell. Anger, certainly; and fear, and…
The beauty of the beast.