Searching for Light

Implied N/M, Implied L/Raito.

The last time L called back from Japan, he could not stop talking about a certain boy he'd met there. A boy by the name of Light, he had said. Nia was the one who answered the phone, replying only once in a while with a random "hn" or "uh" to state that he was still on the line. Nia didn't like L when he was like that. He'd only seen L acting like this once, when he first reached Japan, and promising to send lots and lots of chocolates back for Mello, who made a big fuss about having his favourite idol leaving them.

Mello loved those chocolates, by the way. And vowed to visit Japan himself soon. Japanese chocolates are not like their American counterparts, oily and all.

But Nia was not Mello, nor was he L. He had no unhealthy fixations for sweets and snacks.

This time, L wasn't talking about chocolates anymore. He was talking about Light. Perhaps Japan is the land of the rising sun after all. L, who'd refused to step out of the orphanage on days when the sun shines just a little too brightly, had found a new obsession with light in Japan.

"Mello! COME BACK, YOU CHEATER BUG!"

Nia put down the phone, and wondered briefly if he should bother going to the window and tell Mello and gang to keep their volume down. He decided against it.

Perhaps he should go to Japan too. The light in England burns his skin. And that hurts.

A lot.