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Razor | Sharp

It was cold in headquarters, with the sort of razor sharp coldness that chills you to the bone. The generator was not working, and it was winter and just really fucking cold.

Matsuda, for one, was unable to stay asleep. He woke up shivering around midnight, and decided the hell with it and to go and see what Ryuzaki was doing.

(Because Ryuzaki is always doing something.)

Matsuda and L were the only ones awake, and Matsuda sat down next to him.

"Hey," Matsuda said, bleary-eyed. His arms were wrapped around himself, and his teeth were chattering.

L's voice sounded a bit strained as he said, "Yes, Matsuda-san?"

"Nothing, I'm just cold."

It was then that Matsuda saw soft tremors coming from Ryuzaki's body. Of course. He must be cold as well.

Sitting closer to the man, Matsuda wrapped his arms around him and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

I feel like this is the same basic idea as my other fic, "Honey," only without the kissing or the falling asleep or the use of decent writing. Which is just great. I mean, now I'm infringing on myself, you know? And I'm even doing a bad job at infringing on myself. Because, oh god, this is terrible and is also why I shouldn't be writing these sorts of things. Shouldn't there be laws to stop bad fanfiction authors from doing this? I guess not, so I'm just going to go with it. Thank you for reading, and please review/flame!

~Ratt Kazamata, 3-28-2012