Today I woke up and decided that I'll finally post this fic I wrote more than a year ago. I couldn't get anyone to beta it that's why I wasn't sure whether I should share it with the world but I wanted to know if it's any good. So without further ado, here's the L/Light ficlet, unbeta'ed and written before going to sleep at one go. Worksafe.

If there are any mistakes, misspellings and the like - DO let me know. I LOVE concrit.

 

I know it has been a long time (almost a year) since I posted anything but my love for Death Note never really vanished and so I bring another fanart I've finished some time ago but never really had time to post.

I also wanted to share with you a short ficlet I wrote. Just a random plot bunny that came one day to my head and demanded to be written. Unfortunately it's unbeta'd and since I'm not a native speaker of English there may be some minor mistakes. If you spot any - do let me know! Concrit is also very much appreciated!

I also have one more Death Note fic that I would like to post but I'm still  looking for someone who would proof-read it first. Could anyone do me that favour? I would be grateful forever @.@

And now on with the stuff~~

I've coloured two more of my sketches. I couldn't wait until I'm through with my finals. Procrastination is something I should do professionally.

I didn't know photoshoping was so damn addictive. Even though I, once again, worked with the mouse more than with the tablet, it was very much enjoyable. Here's the result.

( You are like a dream and I am just a trip that you are on )

So... it's my first photoshop colouring. I guess it shows. Also, almost 95% of it was done using a mouse. I appear to be a tablet cripple.
I know there are mistakes in the drawing itself. A LOT of them. But I could really do with a feedback concerning colouring, shading and everything PS related. I want to know if there is a hope for me.

Special thanks go to The Last Conclusion on DA for letting me use their cosplay photo as a reference.

I know I'm monothematic, but I take too much pleasure from drawing L & Light necking whenever and wherever they can. Yes, I know I'm shallow.
Try as I might I couldn't make L's shirt look right. I can't put my finger on what's wrong with it, but it just doesn't seem right and I don't know how to fix it.  Any ideas? D:
Also, the background is once again pretty much non-existent, but...
I've bought myself a tablet (at long last) and once my final exams are over, I'll ink and colour all the sketches that I've put here so far. And I'll add the backgrounds. I swear.

Oh, and concrit is very much appreciated. ^^'

There are days when I get this idea for a drawing and it's preying on my mind until I transfer it on the paper. The fluffy, idyllic and OOC pic of L, craddling slightly intoxicated Light in his lap, below is a result of such process. Sorry for the crappy background (yes, it's supposed to be a meadow, or something) and overall messiness of the picture, but I had to draw it .

Special thanks go to vede for coming up with the text and putting it in the speech bubbles. xD

Another pencil sketch. It's the first time I've ever drawn a half naked male body so the anatomy may look a bit off. I'm fully aware of that and I'm willing to work on it. Also, I had some trouble with changing the size of the scanned image and I think it got a bit distorted in the process... Sorry. It looks a bit better on the paper. Really.

So... yeah... L and Light making out on the couch. I know I suck at drawing backgrounds.

Dedicated to vede. Sama tego chciałaś xD

Ok, I admit that Death Note awakened a drawing spirit in me. It's been a really long time since I drew anything, so my hand is still a little rusty. I also have minor difficulties in drawing from memory, so I need references , but I guess it will get better over time. For the time being, I find both of them too charming to resist and here's another result of my LxLight obssesion.

One day, when I get myself a tablet and a computer that doesn't resemble a total crap, I will clean it up and maybe even colour. For now, it's just a bit messy sketch that I've had in mind for far too long.

Ok, I know it's been a long time since I posted anything but lately I've been obssesed with Death Note and finally decided to DRAW something. Yes, I can draw (or so I delude myself).
Random LightxL doodle. Sorry for the bad quality, I don't have a tablet and my scanner is being a bitch.

Edit: Added the text. Obvious line is obvious. kazokuhouou's idea.

A second chapter to "We're doing this together". Note that English is not my mother tongue, so please, be understanding.  Any feedback and constructive critique will be appreciated.

Title: We're doing this together.
Pairing: mild Snake/Otacon
Rating: R
Summary: The story takes place during the Big Shell incident. It's written from Otacon's (italics) and Snake's (normal) point of view.

- Disclaimer: "Metal Gear" and all characters related to it belong to Konami Computer Entertainment Japan -

Chapter 2

As soon as the door separating Strut B and BC Connecting Bridge closed behind my back I smelled the bitter scent of blood in the air. The desperate screams and noise of the bullets ricocheting off the metal ceiling died away and the silence that filled the room made me feel even more tense.

Even though my mind was totally focused on the task at hand, I could still hear Otacon's laughter from a few minutes ago lingering in my head. It wasn't disturbing. More like… heartening.

I advanced forward, every muscle taut and ready for action. After taking a few tiptoes, I noticed the stains of red fluid that covered the path beneath my feet. It led straight into the Transformer Room. I followed the trail of blood still aiming the rifle at whoever dared to take me on. I approached the door and it opened with a loud swish exposing the sight that almost made me pull the trigger.

A tall man with an unnatural pale skin colour was creeping up behind a young kid, oblivious to the presence of the predator beside him.

"Get down!" An imperious growl escaped my mouth before I even realized it. Without waiting for the kid's response I opened fire at the mysterious assailant. But he was faster. He dodged the bullets with ease and sprang through the air as if defying the laws of gravity. After a second, he was gone.

"He must be here, somewhere" I thought while carefully moving forward. "Where is he?" I asked the young blonde man even though I knew his guess would be as good as mine. He didn't answer.

I took few more steps ahead when I heard a noise coming from right above me. Automatically, I looked up but failed to see anything. Suddenly I felt something sharp cutting through my arm and making me let go of the gun. The attacker instantly took advantage of my vulnerability, grasped me by the neck and threw me on the nearby wall. I grimaced with pain as my back whacked against the bulwark. His hand tightened his grip on me while his face drew closer to mine. He eyed me as if trying to see through my balaclava. His eyes were cold and hollow and his breath…

"Strange smell…" he said in a deep, husky voice, inhaling the air through the nose with a silent sniff "You smell like - !" he suddenly let go of me and I inertly fell to the floor. "Are you - it has to be!" the man's surprised voice was mixed with excitement. I rolled over onto my back to face the kid, standing a few feet away with my AK pointed at the assailant. He seemed baffled and I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Shoot him! What are you waiting for?" I shouted at him angrily and he obediently pulled the trigger

---

I jumped up abruptly at the sound of the shots reverberating deep in my ear. The Codec receiver rang out without any warning and the very noise made me break into a heavy sweat.

"Snake!" I screamed. "What's going on?" I bent an ear to make out his possible response but failed to hear anything apart from the faint noise of unfamiliar voice and irregular footsteps.

I could feel my heart pounding with a heavy beat as if it was trying to leap out of my chest.

Darn it. It's always like this. Every time he'd engage in a battle, I'd almost die of a heart attack. I'd end up screaming hysterically his name and he'd eventually respond with a soothing tone of voice trying to calm me down.

But this time the silence on his side lasted far too long.

Something must have happened. He may be in trouble.

No, wait. He definitely IS in trouble.

I should go and find him. And help him.

Without waiting any longer, I stood up and laid my hand on the knob of the locker.

"Don't even think about it, Otacon." Dave's semi-serious warning filled my inner ear and made me heave a sigh of relief.

"Snake! What happened? Why weren't you answering?" I knew that my whining would piss him off eventually but I just couldn't help it.

"Take it easy, Otacon. Nothing happened. I've just had…"

"…an unexpected encounter?" I added ironically.

"Yeah, something like that. Look, I'm sorry, but I really couldn't answer". He knew how to placate me. I started to believe him already. "I met a guy. He seems to have something to do with Foxhound. He may be of some use to us."

"Foxhound?" I was genuinely surprised.

"Yup. I don't know how's that possible since Foxhound was disbanded, but apparently, he's one of them."

"Did he recognize you? I mean, does he know that you're…"

"No. He took the bait. As far as he's concerned, my cover's intact. But one of the Dead Cell members identified me. Soon, they'll all know that I'm here."

"Doesn't matter. Forget about them for now. Our top priority is to defuse the bombs. That's why you have to find Stillman. You should hurry up before they get their hands on him."

"You're right." He answered approvingly.

"Snake…?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"This guy… Are you going to team up with him?" I tried not to sound too worried.

"Dunno. He seems to have some skills but he's still green. VR trainee. Besides, I don't know if I can trust him. I don't plan to join forces although I have a hunch that we're going to run into each other quite often." A small pause. "Why are you asking?" That's the question that I was afraid of.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just wanted to know…" I said in a dismissive manner but he noticed the doubt in my voice and carried on.

"Otacon…?What's wrong?" My silly questions raised his suspicions.

"I told you. It's nothing. Snake, there's no time. Go and find this Stillman already." It didn't feel right to hang up like this on the legendary Solid Snake, but I had no other choice. One more nudge and I'd start confessing. And he didn't need it right now.

---

I was sitting on the stairs of the Transformer Room, a little confused by Otacon’s last words, trying to come up with a rationale behind his strange behavior. This guy was just full of surprises. His demeanor seemed to depend on some unknown factor that even I found difficult to guess sometimes.

But there were few possibilities.

Maybe he was just stressed out. After all, it was the first time I ever took him with me on a mission and forced him to carry a gun. Not to count Shadow Moses, as that was a whole different story…

Or maybe he was worried about his sister. He hadn’t seen her for so long… he was probably nervous at the very thought of meeting her and all and decided to take it out on me. Wouldn’t be the first time, though.

Or maybe… he was just plainly…

Nah. It’s not like him. Otacon would never give in to something as primitive as…

“Snake? I know you’ve got plenty of time but our friend may not hold on that long. Could you possibly go and find him sometime this year?” I heard his annoyed voice in my ear. His favourite ironic phrase never failed to amuse me though I tried not to show it.

“Otacon, are you jealous?” I couldn’t refrain from asking.

“What?” His immediate reaction only confirmed my suspicions.

“Are you jealous?” I repeated patiently. “And don’t try to retort with this silly ‘there’s no time’ argument. Just answer my question.”

He fell silent. I could see the image of him in my mind; looking down on his feet, blushing and desperately looking for some intelligent response.

“Heh. You’re cute sometimes, you know that?” I said with a smirk on my face and terminated the connection.

To be continued...

This is my first attempt to write a fic. Also, note that English is not my mother tongue, so please, be understanding.  Any feedback and constructive critiqe will be appreciated.

Special thanks go to

jez_foxfire  for invaluable help, beta-reading and motivation xD

 

Title: We're doing this together.
Pairing: mild Snake/Otacon
Rating: R
Summary: The story takes place during the Big Shell incident. It's written from Otacon's (italics) and Snake's (normal) point of view.

- Disclaimer: "Metal Gear" and all characters related to it belong to Konami Computer Entertainment Japan -

Chapter 1

I was sitting in the cramped helicopter and listening to them talk. They were saying things that I found hard to understand, partly because of the heavy noise and partly because I was no Navy Seal. I've never been good at that kind of stuff, even though Snake tried to explain some of the terms to me. It surprises me how patient he can be sometimes. And gentle. And… "You're to get to your work once we've landed. It's going to be a mess down there, so try not to panic. We're here to back you up. Understand?" A guy who seemed like he's in charge was looking at me, presumably wondering whether it was really such a good idea to take me with them after all.

"I... I understand." I replied with a slight stumble. I sounded more scared and nervous than I really felt, but actually, fooling them into thinking that I'm just a weak and nerdy scientist was part of the mission.

Our mission.

We planned it so carefully that even Snake's changing outfits from his sneaking suit into the Navy Seal's uniform was included on the dot. I hugged the bag that I was holding with uncanny care on the very thought of the latter analyzing if I took everything that Snake asked me to. The mission required this. Our lives were riding on it and we both knew that without one another's support we had little chance of making it back alive. He was counting on me… just as I was counting on him.

I carefully looked around the interior of the chopper and noticed the black, middle-aged man with a walking stick by his side staring attentively at me. I felt his eyes pierce through my glasses, trying to read my mind and my intentions. He was one of them, but his outfit was different from others' and he showed no desire to join the overall conversation about the recent events on Big Shell. He was just sitting there and watching. Just like me. I decided not to react in any way to his suspicious gaze, although I started to feel a little uneasy about it. But I knew I couldn't do anything that would give away our plan in ANY way. This was for Snake's sake…and Emma's…

Emma… my little step-sister engaged in a nuclear weapon development… I couldn't even imagine how did she end up on Big Shell. What I was absolute certain of was that I had to see her…

"Ok. We're almost there. Get ready." the commandant ordered. Those words meant that soon everything will start… I indulged the last, brief moment of peace, closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath.

I'm ready, Snake…

---

The oil fence wire was a bitch to go through but I expected no less. I was prepared for this, so no surprises so far.

Once I officially entered the Big Shell underwater territory I suddenly had this nostalgic feeling that reminded me of Shadow Moses four years ago. I rarely brought up those events, even in my mind, but when I did, I always came to the same conclusion. Meeting Otacon was the only good thing that came out of it all.

Hal… Wonder if he's already landed… Wonder if he's safe…

I started to have second thoughts about bringing him right into this mess. But he wanted it. Once he learned that his sister was involved in this one, there was nothing I could do to change his mind. And he has his own ways of convincing me too… That devious, stubborn bastard. But cute. Totally irresistible sometimes.

"Snake, I'm in." speaking of which… "Everything goes according to plan. Let me know when you're ready." Otacon's hasty whisper echoed in my inner ear and then faded away before I even had a chance to respond to his call. Anyway, it was a good sign. He should already be in the arranged place, waiting for me to infiltrate the Shell 1. I couldn't keep him waiting this time. He could be in danger and I'm pretty sure that even if he had a gun pointed in a spot right between his eyes, he wouldn't even bother reaching for the M9 that I've equipped him with. Although he's changed in many respects for the last four years, he was still the same docile man with some ridiculous pacifist ideals.

One of the many reasons why I had to hurry up to meet up with him.

---

Whew. It was hell but somehow I managed to stay in one piece.

As soon as we landed on the heliport on the roof of Strut H, the Bravo Team assisted us to the dining hall in Strut C. I honestly didn't expect so many enemy guards coming our way to welcome us. The sentries patrolling Big Shell attacked us somewhere halfway through the DE connecting bridge. This was the best time for me to slip away from them unnoticed. It was rather easy, considering the chaos that surrounded us. I hid in of the lockers when two nearby Navy Seals were engaged in a gunfight with the Russian army soldiers. Soon after that, both of them were shot dead and the enemy sentries apparently didn't even notice my existence and moved on.

I was left alone sitting in a dark locker, waiting for the noise of guns and whistling bullets to cease. I could hear my own raging heartbeat and adrenaline rushing through my veins. I felt like this before, but this time, I didn't wet my pants.

Snake would be proud of me, I thought and chuckled to myself.

The only thing that I could do now was to stay put and wait for Snake to call me. He was supposed to let me know when it would be safe to come out.

After something that felt like an hour, I couldn't stay patient anymore. He should have contacted me already and it seemed like the whole mess finally quieted down so I decided to look around a little. Silently, I opened the door a crack and peeked out. There was no one around, apart from the corpses of the dead fellow soldiers. I listened for some footsteps or other noises indicating the presence of somebody around, but could hear nothing.

Ok, Otacon. Now or never.

I grabbed the bag that was laying beside me and got out of the locker. The silence that floated in the air of the long, darkened corridor was almost hurting my ears. "It's too quiet" Snake would say. Well, I'd say that too, but already made up my mind and didn't plan on pulling back out of it now. I wanted to actually DO something instead of just sitting and waiting for Snake to come and rescue me. I knew he wouldn't be too happy about that, but that's just Snake - overprotective and sometimes too careful. I liked the way he was always worried about me, but this time I wanted to show him that I'm not that clumsy and laid-back geek he sometimes considered me to be. Or maybe I just wanted to impress him…

"Freeze." I heard a firm voice with a strong Russian accent behind my back. I froze, indeed. I was so deeply lost in my thoughts about Snake, that for a moment I forgot where I was and what I was supposed to do. Without waiting for the next command, I slowly put my hands over my head, never letting go of the bag.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked soldier demandingly. I heard the noise of a gun pointed at my back.

"I…I'm…" but before I was able to come up with any plausible excuse I heard an almost noiseless sound of a single, quick shot and the soldier's muffled scream as he collapsed to the floor. I turned around.

Snake was standing a few feet away with his Socom pointed in my direction. I could see the ray of a laser sight in the air. He smiled bitterly at me and lowered his pistol.

"Otacon." He said while approaching me. His voice was rather fierce and I knew what it meant. Now he would probably start bitching about how reckless and irresponsible I was, that I should have stayed in this goddamn locker and wait for him to arrive instead of trying to play a hero. But as soon as the distance between us reached zero, he suddenly spread his muscular arms and gave me a hug.

"Snake…" I put my hands around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder enjoying the warm feeling of content and safety that suddenly grew inside me. I could forget about everything now, it was just me and him.

He patted me on the back, placed his strong palm on my collarbone and looked me in the eye.

"Are you all right? You're not hurt?" his face was like a stone but his look was always giving him away. He was worried again.

"Yeah, just barely." I smiled shyly, my face still close to his. "What took you so long?"

"Oh, I had a few unexpected encounters." He said taking a quick, watchful look around. He made the words sound like it was something not really worth mentioning. "Never mind about that. The important thing is that we're both fine and ready to start the mission. The worst is already behind us." He put his second hand on my shoulder fixing his eyes on me again.

"Yeah…" I murmured under my breath. I looked down at the dead Russian soldier laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. "You didn't have to kill him, you know. You could have just tranquilized him or something…"

"He was pointing his goddamn gun at you. I couldn't just let him get away with it, could I?" his lips spread into a possessive smirk, the one that I could never resist. I smiled back at him. For a moment, there was a silence between us, we were just standing there and staring at each other. I wanted him to kiss me so badly but he remained idle so…

"Oh, here's your gear. It's all in here. Hope I didn't forget anything." I decided to finally break the silence. I handed him the bag. He took it without hesitation and started unpacking it.

"Well, it's seems like we've got everything we need. Good job, Otacon." He nodded at me with approval. I adjusted my glasses, growing fond inside. He started to change his outfit. He put on the Navy Seal uniform but left his sneaking suit underneath. I knew he just couldn't part with it. "It's like my second skin." He always said..

"So, what's our next move?" I asked be reassured, rather than to be informed.

"I'm going to look for Stillman. He should be around here somewhere and we need him to help us defuse those C4s. The Bravo Team is of no use now that they're all stone cold."

"Right."

"You saw him, didn't you? Is he still alive?"

"There's a great chance that he is. I parted with him right before he entered the dining hall. He should be safe in there."

"That's good news. You still have the M9 that I gave you?" it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Yeah, I do. Didn't even have a chance to use it" Well, as a matter of fact, I did but didn't take it.

"Hope you won't have to." said Snake putting the black balaclava on his head. I must admit that wearing this uniform he was almost indistinguishable from the real Seal soldier. Almost. I would recognize him even if he was wearing a priest's cassock.

"Looking good, Snake" I said, checking him out.

"You can call me Pliskin." He said with a mock seriousness and I could make out a small smile from underneath the balaclava. "Do you really like it?" he asked with a more flirtatious voice.

"Yeah, mainly because you won't be able to smoke with that mask on your face." I decided that a little tease won't hurt.

"You little…" he took a swing at me with his AK rifle and I couldn't help but to just laugh out loud while making a poor attempt to dodge the "blow".

Then I heard some loud screams and the noise of a gunfight from far away. So did Snake, as he immediately shifted into a full alert position with his gun ready to fire. His instinct of a killer was beyond his control. Then the radio attached to his back rang out: "Alpha Zero! Come in! All Alpha, respond!"

"It's started. Otacon, it's time." His voice was serious and firm again. "I'm going in. You stay here, and wait 'till I come back. Ok?"

"Sure Snake. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." I answered obediently.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something about not trying to act on my own like few minutes ago but saw the gravity on my face and apparently changed his mind.

"Ok. I'll be in touch." He gave me an encouraging pat on the shoulder, then turned his back and noiselessly disappeared in the dark, long corridor.

"Good luck, Dave…" I whispered but I knew he couldn't have heard me.

To be continued…