Light and L are like Yin and Yang. They are polar opposites, yet they balance each other out. This is a one-shot about L's feelings for Light, who is his companion, enemy and equal. There are sexually suggestive aspects to their relationship in this fic, but this isn't really slash/yaoi. I haven't finished watching Death Note, so there may be inconsistencies with canon.

Of course, I don't own death note, though I wish I did.

It was really annoying. I couldn't sleep, yet, with Light chained to me, I couldn't get out of bed, either. So I took out my laptop. Then, I made sure the boy next to me was fast asleep, before I opened the folder which contained footage of him. Footage from the cameras that had been installed in the Yagami household in order to catch Kira.

I knew if that I would be mortified if one of the others ever found out what I was doing. Especially the boy sleeping next to me. 'There's nothing to feel guilty about.' I kept telling myself. 'There is nothing sexual in your intentions.'

I felt my cheeks redden. Where did the idea of having sexual intentions even come from? This was ridiculous.

Anyway, not that I needed to prove it to anyone, but if I were an obsessed creep, I would probably have had viewed the video which showed Light showering, or maybe the one which showed him changing clothes. However, as usual, I chose to look at the one which showed him studying.

He was methodical, and systematic in his approach to studies. He systematically made notes in his neat handwriting, arranged his books in an orderly manner, and did everything else in a systematic fashion. He was the opposite of what I was in High School. However, I still excelled, like he did.

We were so different, yet so alike.

In more ways than one, if he is Kira. He probably believed being Kira was the best way to better the world. I believe that catching him is the best way to better the world. Neither of us doubted our beliefs.

We were opposites, yes. He was always a popular kid in school. His parents doted on him, he had heaps of friends, and girls probably queued up for him. I, on the other hand, had always been a bit of an outcaste. Normal people just did not understand me.

I wondered if Light ever felt the same way, like people did not understand hi,.

I looked at Light. I had a sudden urge to give his hand a squeeze, to acknowledge our shared fate. However, I could not risk waking him up. So, instead, I lightly touched his face, and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

I realized my touch was not really innocent. Could I be attracted to him? I had never really given much thought to my sexuality. I assumed I liked girls because most guys did. However, I had always been too preoccupied by my work to think about such things. Sure, there were fleeting moments when I looked at a person and felt she-it was usually a she-was hot. Like the other day, when I saw Misa giving Light a seductive look, I felt something stir inside me. However, it did not last for long.

Misa. She was really quite a handful. I couldn't comprehend her obsession with Light. It was definitely not reciprocated. Sure, Light would act sweet with her, but it was pretty obvious that he did not feel anything for her. Even though she was smoking hot. Maybe….maybe he did not like girls.

Was I hoping for that? This was ridiculous. He was probably Kira, the guy I was supposed to get rid of. No, of course, I did not think of him that way.

But, I have to admit, I did wish-many times-that we could at least be friends. He was the closest I had to an equal. I never really had friends. Well, maybe in another life.