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“Light-kun, when did your hand get
better?”

He looked at his right hand, a hand completely
free of bruising, with perfect knuckles and no bandage in sight.

'FUCK!'

///////////////////////////

After ‘tennis’ Light and Ryuzaki
had adjourned to their rooms like the rest of the team; L to analyse
Light’s test results and Light to work on his appearance.

Light currently stood in the bathroom, hair
dye propped up against the sink, attempting the tricky mental math often
necessary when using such a product. ‘“15 to 20 minutes if hair is
no longer than 25cm from scalp to end…” 'but I’m only doing
the roots,' “5 to 8 minutes if less than 10cm but greater than
5cm…” Damn it why didn’t Dad get the right brand? I’ve
been using it every 2 weeks for the last 5 years; he must have seen the bottle
in the bathroom enough.’

“Oi! Ryuzaki, how long's my hair?”
he shouted out of the bathroom door.

“I don’t appear to have a ruler
about my person; shall I have Watari bring one up?”

“Grrr…Just estimate! And I told
you, get off my bed! This isn’t a damn sleep-over!”

The mirror had been swept up during the day,
by Watari no doubt, leaving a large hole between the two rooms. So after
wishing him good night at their separate doors, Light had been surprised to
find his new ‘room mate’ marching in through the wall whilst Light
was changing for a shower. (Suffice to say, Light had not been pleased.) He was
further surprised when his command of ‘LEAVE!’ had been obeyed, if
only for a few seconds, whence the detective returned laptop in hand, and
muffins in the other hand and plunked himself down in the centre of
Light’s bed.

Light knew this evening would be as
aggravating as the last, although, hopefully, he would survive it without
injury.

He decided to settle on 6 and half minutes,
resolving to blame Ryuzaki if it all went wrong. Dye massaged in and timer set,
Light wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom only to be faced
with unimaginable horror. In the 10 minutes L had been left unattended in his
room the detective had somehow managed to destroy its ordered harmony and
spread as much of himself all over the place as possible.

There were muffin crumbs on his once
pristine sheets, something uncomfortably gooey on the night stand, snack
wrappers on the on the floor (in front of the bin) draws opened; their contents
bursting forth, his clothes, which had been neatly stacked on the bed had been
rudely shoved off, his treasured bag of (manly) beauty products ripped asunder,
its bottles and tubes casually discarded and leaking across the floor. The fake
tan in particular, was making a spirited attempt to colour his entire cream
carpet many shades darker.

And then in the middle of the disaster,
lying across the bed and apparently eating his strawberry shower gel, was
Ryuzaki, looking as innocent as could be.

“Yagami-kun, I’m disappointed,
why doesn’t this taste as good as it smells?”

“ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!”

///////////////////////////

‘What’s he upset about now?
You’d think I’d done something wrong?’

…Would Kira be this easily angered?
Hmmm no, anger leads to mistakes, he wouldn’t have lasted this long if
everything annoyed him this much. Although Kira must have a lot of rage,
he’s angry at the world, he wants to take control back and punish. Hmm I
can’t decide.’

“Don’t worry Yagami-kun,
I’ll have Watari come and clean that up.” Light was kneeling on the
floor trying to save as much as possible of his precious cosmetics.

“Why don’t you clean it?!
You’re the one that made this mess!”

“What mess?” Light started up at
him open mouthed, then gestured to floor, clothes and general detritus that
surrounded the recumbent detective.

“Huh, what that? Oh yeah, sorry I
dropped a few things.”

“A few!?”

“Stop exaggerating, it’s a
couple of bottles and two piles of clothes that I put on the floor –
it’ll take Watari 5 minutes to clean in up. Here, I’ll call him now
if it makes you happy.” He reached into his pocket and extracted a mobile
phone.

“No, don’t make him come all
they way up here, he’s probably asleep by now, and besides you made the
mess, so you can do it!” He lunged forward, attempting to wrestle the
phone out of L’s grip.

“Ha!”

“Give that back, Light-kun!”

“Is there something the matter Master
Ryuzaki?” In his triumph Light had inadvertently pressed the call button.
He dropped the phone in surprise and it fell between them.

“Yes Watari, Yagami-kun is complaining
about his room again.”

“What? No I’m not! I’m
complaining about you, you…”

“Is the situation urgent? I’m
afraid I’m rather busy at the moment?” Watari said, ignoring
Light’s comment.

“No Watari, just his usual
complaining. What’s the matter? Has something happened?”

“The security cameras on the 8th floor
appear to be malfunctioning and have been for some time now, so I’m going
there to attempt to rectify the situation.” Light could hear him walking
along a corridor with an odd clicking sound, he stopped then an elevator
dinged.

Ryuzaki identified the sound. “Is a
handgun necessary to fix a camera? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sir nothing, just a little
precaution I thought it wise to take. Please excuse me but I shall be over to
sort out your little domestic dispute momentarily sir.” Now Light certainly didn’t want the old man
to come. “No! No! We’re fine Watari-san, just a little joke.”

“Yagami-kun is correct, it seems we
shall not be in need of you this evening”

“Goodnight then, Master Ryuzaki”
L shut off the phone and turned to the boy.

“Is something wrong, do you
think?” Light was kneeling on the bed opposite him. With legs apart
slightly his towel had parted, revealing one thigh from knee to hip where the
knot was tied.

Fiddling with his phone “Probably nothing,
he’s just cautious, always is…” swallowing hard
“We’ve had so many problems with this building it’s
probably…”

Light was still damp from the shower, a drip
from the end of his hair fell and landed on the top his thigh, near his hip,
where it ran downwards and along his inner thigh. “you know stuff or
something…” Light finally followed his eyes. “RYUZAKI!”

L couldn’t have stopped himself if
he’d wanted to, and he didn’t. His hand slid forward, finger tips gently
landed on the creamy thigh. Light gasped. The index finger stopped the
drip’s progress and slid slowly upward following the path collecting
moisture as it went. He looked up, into the other’s face, searching.

Light’s face was turned away,
erubescent, but then very, very slowly he took his own hand and placed it over
Ryuzaki’s holding it against his thigh. Light finally turned to face him,
but couldn’t look him in the eyes, so L placed his other hand on
Light’s face, cupping his cheek into which Light lent forwards slightly.
And their eye’s met.

His breathing quickened, Ryuzaki let his
thumb rub circles on Light’s thigh inching further and further under the
towel.

“Ryuzaki..I…”

“Yes, Light-kun?”

“Ah...”

Another drip fell, landing with a splash on
the back of Light’s hand, oddly it was tinted brown.

‘Huh?’

“Oh crap! My hair dye! It's been way
too long.”

And with that Light leaped off the bed and
dashed to the bathroom.

‘Damn him and his stupid, stupid
hair!’

///////////////////////////

Light stared at himself in the bathroom
mirror. ‘Ohmygod! What was that?’ His face was flushed and his
breathing irregular, but the slow trickle of brown from his hair line brought
him back to the present. ‘I’ve left it in far too long, what if my
hair falls out now…or its bright orange!’ and with that he stepped
quickly into the shower and got to work.

A minute later he stuck out his hand to lock
the bathroom door. ‘That pervert! Who knows what he’ll do now?
… Why did I encourage him? I let him touch me and I …’

‘I thought he liked Misa….I
though I liked Misa! Or Takada, or
Shiroi or any of them.’ He stood staring at the shower wall for along
time, letting the water wash over him regardless of its ever changing
temperatures.

Eventually the shower settled on
‘freezing’ and Light no longer had an excuse to remain lest he
catch hypothermia. Shivering he exited and stood to access the damage in the
mirror. It wasn’t too bad, his roots were lighter than usual but not
noticeably so. Some of his already dyed hair had gone a bit orange, but with
the way he styled his hair it should remain hidden, probably. ‘Well
it’s not as if I can do anything now.’
Before, had L been responsible for damage to his precious hair, Light would
have raged at him, but now… ‘Oh how am I going to look at
him?’

After taking a minute to collect himself,
Light wrapped a much larger towel around his waist, so that he was now covered
from stomach to ankle, before exiting the bathroom.

“You cleaned up?!” Ryuzaki was
still sitting on his bed, apparently very interested in his laptop. The room
was clean, or at least cleaner (he
was still L after all). The bottles had been returned to their bags which had
intern been placed next to the carefully folded clothing stacked neatly, if
rather precariously, on the bed.

L stood up automatically falling into his
‘slouch’ posture but didn’t meet his eyes. (Not that Light
would have noticed since his own were watching L’s toes.) “I should
go, …Light-kun probably needs his beauty sleep or something.”

“Umm ok.”

He walked with L across the room where they
stopped, standing uncomfortably by the exit. Light was unsure as to why he was
showing someone out of a hole in his wall.

“Thanks…for cleaning up,
I’m sorry for yelling, I probably did freak out a bit too much.”

“No, you were right, I made the mess
in the first place so I had to... um...”

‘Oh God we’re trapped in an
‘awkward doorstep moment’. How did I let this happen? I’m the
expert in this, I should have dodged it.’

“I should go (pause)” was
classic ADM material. What followed was nearly always a horrific display of
embarrassment. Both participants would stand there mumbling half sentences
desperate to prolong the moment and subtly convey the sentiment of ‘you
can kiss me if you like, ‘cos I’m totally comfortable with that, but
only if you want to, no pressure or anything, but if you want to, you can, as
long as you start.’

Or other such drivel that belied a total
lack of self confidence and determination Light despised situations like this,
and had resolved, age 13, never to allow its recurrence. Normally at this point
he would clasp her (it was always a her) right hand, lean forward and
delicately kiss her cheek (more romantic than a normal kiss) whilst throwing
out a “Can I see you again sometime?” or “You look so
beautiful tonight?” or some such thing that had any girl falling at his
feet.

Obviously that wouldn’t help him with
this ADM because he didn’t actually want to kiss Ryuzaki, making this the
more complex ‘onesided-ADM’. Time to be proactive!

“Um… G-goodnight Ryuzaki.”

“Oh… Goodnight Light-kun”

Yes he defiantly didn’t want to kiss
him, it was just the power of the ADM that made the sight of Ryuzaki’s
retreating back look so disappointing, like a wasted opportunity.

///////////////////////////

In a large room, empty and silent rows of
benches and desks warmed gently from the morning sunlight streaming through the
high windows. There was a thin smattering of paper about the room and at the
desk at the front a projector and blackboard stood ready.

Approaching footsteps disrupted the silence,
the door was unlocked and swung open, a man entered the room. He strolled
across the room, in a curious path known only to himself toward a nondescript
seat in the middle of a row, in the middle of the room. Kneeling by the seat he
removed a screwdriver from a pocket and unscrewed the seat. Then, he placed an
‘out of order’ sign in the space and tucked the seat in a cupboard.

Then the man left the room.

///////////////////////////

“Has anyone seen Matsuda around this
morning?” Said his father at breakfast.

“He’s probably still asleep.
Only Matsuda could be late when he lives above the office.” Said Mogi as
he stirred his coffee.

“But, I can’t remember hearing
him getting back last night.”

“Good morning Gentlemen and Miss
Amane.” Watari entered the room, pushing a dessert trolley containing
L’s calories, Misa’s non-calories and the real food for everyone
else. They were all, or at least those who had made it to breakfast, spread
around the dining table, enjoying the views that being on the 22nd floor
afforded them.

Watari served Ryuzaki first, unloading the
many small sugared treats on their individual little plates from the trolley,
and arranging them around the detective with an air of clipped artisan
professionalism not entirely suited for presenting what was essentially
multicoloured diabetes, or at least this early in the morning. Just looking at
it made Light feel sick, forcing him to eat less in order to offset the sugar
he was no doubt inhaling just by his proximity to the offensive
‘food.’ The others seemed to have no problem with overpowering
sugar vapours and tucked into their English breakfasts with great delight.

Light had chosen to ignore the detective
this morning. Well not ‘ignore,’ because that was a childish thing
to do, he was simply … fascinated by his food, and the table, and the
carpet and if all else failed he could begin his structural examination of the
ceiling. Not Misa though, Light doubted anything about her could ever be
described as fascinating…or, cringing, subtle. She was sitting next to
him animatedly describing the wonders of the view from her room, how they were
best viewed at night and from her bed. Honestly, she was about as subtle as a
jewel encrusted g-string, and about as sexy.

‘Where did that come from? She’s
your girlfriend, remember!’ She
giggled childishly and Light shuddered. Misa might want to be a spangly
G-string of seduction, but there would be a picture of a kitten of the front,
with big shiny eyes and a bow, contriving to look as cute as possible yet
managing to look rabid. Misa-Misa combined the body of an attractive 20 year
old woman with the voice, attitude and dress sense of a 12 year old girl. In
her sexiness met cuteness, in a vicious battle to the death that left the
beholder confused and slightly worried by the experience.

Though, if Misa was the G-string of
seduction then Ryuzaki was the greying y-fronts of indifference. Washed into
unelasticated apathy, never to be seen apart from the rare occasions where they
were removed for delousing. That guy had the worst personal hygiene! According
to Matsuda, L had apparently not moved once from in front of the screens during
Light’s confinement and he’d had a choice about it! Light
considered the possibility of L being periodically hosed down with ice water,
due to smell levels of nauseous gas emissions breaching Kyoto protocol, by
rubber overall wearing Watari – it was an amusing image.

As Light’s mind began to wonder it
came to the inevitable destination of trying to picture Ryuzaki in a Misa-thong
– it wasn’t an attractive image and it jerked him from the daydream
with a shudder. ‘Yuck, think I got a bit too carried away with that
metaphor.’

‘Ryuzaki in a girls thong
wouldn’t look right… or a guys one, they always look terrible and
would make him look skeletal, he’d look good in…, hmmm something to
emphasise his…! Hang on, how long have I been spending thinking about L
in his underwear?!’

Their hands brushed accidentally under the
table causing Light to recoil with such force that he upset his coffee and
finally found himself looking Ryuzaki in those all knowing eyes. Irrationally
he was certain that the super-detective knew that his suspect had just been
imagining him dressed in his girlfriend’s panties. It was probably
written in the blush across his face, so Light forced his eyes to the table
again where he noticed the coffee seeping across the table.

“Yagami-kun, are you feeling
well?” Said Watari as he handed him some paper towels.

“You’re very flushed, Light have
you got a temperature?”

“No dad, I’m
fine…it’s just… I’m completely fine! Thanks.”
They were all looking at him now, which was only making it worse. His face was
probably the same shade as Misa’s lipstick now.

“Oh no!! Is Misa’s Lighty
sick?!”

‘Damn you Ryuzaki! This is all your
fault!’ The bastard was smirking, or at least gave Light the impression
that if his face was capable of it, he would be smirking.

He was deliberately doing this! Although
what ‘this’ was Light couldn’t be sure. After the horror that
was last night and then again this morning, Light had no idea what L’s
intentions were.

This morning he’d been waiting there,
leaning against the wall as Light left for breakfast. Just when he’d most
wanted to avoid the freak, the world’s best detective had the opposite
aim in mind. Light was finally feeling himself again; after the confinement and
all that weirdness beforehand, he was at long last normal again. Dressed to
perfection, hair shining in the sun and skin glowing he looked his best and
knew it… and so did L apparently.

“Good morning Yagami-kun,
I…oh.” He’d paused and with great exaggeration ‘checked
Light out’ his large buggish eyes oogeled Light from perfect hair to
designer shoes. Light had never before appreciated the phrase ‘undressing
someone with their eyes’ but could think of no better way to describe the
sensation. With a finger on his lips, and a crazy, slightly manic smile he
almost whispered “So I was wrong, it is worth all that effort.” And
then more loudly

“Light-kun is looking very nice this
morning, very nice indeed.”

‘How dare he!?’ How dare he
stand there and say… things like that! What nerve, that pervert! So he
stormed away with the intention of displaying quite how angry he was in the
form of an angry stomp down the hallway until he heard a sigh from behind him
and turning, found L exactly where he’d left him, the detective’s
eyes now fixed on his suspect’s neatly toned posterior. “Hey! Stop
that!”

“When Yagami-kun wears such tight
trousers what does he expect?”

“They’re not that tight! And I
expect you to be L, not so…”

‘normal.’

For that’s what this was, Light
considered, as he buttered another slice of toast. He was attractive therefore
people were attracted to him. That was what he ‘expected,’ it was
why he dressed this way, why he spent so much time and money on adjusting his
appearance; arbitrarily changing the colours of some bits (his hair lighter,
skin darker), removing hair from some places, growing it in others, toning,
smoothing, cleaning, conditioning, moistening, perfuming and pampering all so
that people who look at him consider ‘Yagami Light’ to
be…attractive.

So why am I so incensed when he
‘flirts’ with me? It's not because he’s a man, this certainly
isn’t the first time a guy’s come on to me. It’s not because
he’s aggressive, Misa definitely beats him there.

Maybe it’s because Ryuzaki himself is
so unattractive? A freakish little gremlin, skulking around with terrible
posture, revolting eating habits and dubious personal hygiene. But he
isn’t unattractive. Light was now spying on Ryuzaki from under his
eyelashes. Ok, by the definition of the word alone Ryuzaki was unattractive; he was not
‘appealing to look at’ or ‘pleasing to the senses’, he
did not attract the attention, or at least the right sort of attention.
Moreover he could not, with present fashions, be described as handsome or in
anyway, sophisticated. At the bottom of the list of world’s most
debonair, charming and charismatic men the name Ryuzaki was sure to be found,
graceful, sociable and tactful were further words that didn’t spring to
mind when viewing him.

He was, Light soon realised, a very
difficult man to describe. Wild dark hair, unkempt, unbrushed yet, somehow,
alive, large, inky eyes that, somehow, weren’t, but still gazed with
alarming intensity. Bruised, mascara-smudge bags on sallow, greasy skin, yet
his pale bitten lips that did not smile, fit his face and looked
…attractive, for they attracted his attention.

Like now, L was speaking, carefully
enunciating each word, lips moving to the progression of each syllable. His
thumb ran across the bottom lip and Light almost sighed to himself. Ryuzaki
then took a muffin, cramming it whole into his mouth, allowing the crumbs and
disorder to spread in all directions, yet the world’s greatest detective
did not let that prevent the continuation of his speech, Light looking away
very quickly. ‘What a truly revolting little man!’

‘urrrh not the whole sugar bowl
surely. How is the coffee still able to flow? ’ No, L was not attractive.
He was a freakish little gremlin, skulking around with terrible posture,
revolting eating habits and dubious personal hygiene. Yet somehow, despite all
that, when knelt, mostly naked, in front of him, the detective’s hands on
his body, Light had to admit Ryuzaki was sexy. From the definition, of course,
of ‘sexually exciting or arousing,’ for that’s certainly what
happened, then, making him react the way he did, later in the shower and later
still when he was awoken to sticky sheets and ghost memories of some very
perverse dreams.

Ryuzaki is ‘sexy’- what a
terrible thought.

But that’s what it is I suppose, why
I’m so mad when he flirts with me. It’s because for the first time
in my life … its working? Because although very many people have been
attracted to me this is the first time I’ve returned the feeling.
I’m interested and dare I say it, ‘aroused’ and perhaps,
might, possible, at some point or another, do something about it…

……… No! Nope, no
way… that’s just far too horrible to contemplate. It can’t be
that, it most certainly isn’t that. This entire monologue was pointless.
I hate him because he’s a creepy bastard who locked me up for months on
end and keeps trying to have me killed.

And that it!

Nothing else!

Ha!

///////////////////////////

“Won’t people notice?” Two
gentlemen were walking side by side in a large park.

“They haven’t done so yet, so I
fail to see as to why this occasion should be different.” Giant ancient
oak trees, golden brown in this autumnal season marked the path leading up a
great hill.

“Are you certain?” They stood
now on the crest of that hill looking out over a city.

“On this, yes but as to your deeper
question, the once you’re really trying to ask, then no, because the
question is itself irrelevant and the answer unattainable.” Before them
stretched the city not perhaps the nicest part of it but a very impressive part
nonetheless within the range of the eye stood physical evidence of over 2000
years of continual human history. A blinking shiny skyscraper, roman ruins, a
millennium folly, a great domed cathedral, and 2 palaces, all framed by the
large wide river sparkling in the evening sunshine. And there to their left in
a rather unassuming building, the place where world history and in fact time
itself began.

“This is illegal isn’t
it?”

“Very illegal I should imagine,
presuming they really knew what we we're doing.”

“I don’t think there is a
specific law against it, but there probably should be.” The shorter man
was referring to the flocks of pigeons congregating around their feet, all in a
mad flapping panic to get closer.

The pidgins his companion was enticing
closer with a large supply of peanuts.

Peanuts that is, coated with cyanide.

///////////////////////////

“Aizawa-san, you might to be taking
‘dress-down Friday’ a bit too literally.”

“Huh? Its Tuesday…”

“It appears you are lacking in the
trouser department.”

“errr Sorry Ryuzaki-san, but it was
the only way I was ever going to get past the mettle detector.”

Watari entered the main room and distributed
a large pile of printouts to the various desks. “They are perhaps, tad
sensitive, creations of my own design, you see. We cannot be too careful but I
may be able to tune them down a little.”

“Shall we begin then?” said
Ryuzaki with quite a lot of impatient as soon as his butler left the room.
“Yesterday we…”

“Huh? Where’s Matsuda?”

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