Hi, everyone! Before I start, please know that I am a shit writer, and you have been warned. I hope my writing skill will advance with this story. Right now, I am following parts of the current live action TV drama 'Death Note' (including the script, because it's so perfect at the moment), though I am heavily influenced by the manga and anime. My hope is that eventually, this story will turn into something truly unique. Remember, if you haven't watched the drama, spoilers! Anyway, enough from me! Here's the yaoi~!

There was nothing quite like standing naked next to your worst enemy, trying to focus on the wall in front of you as you showered, but that's exactly what Yagami Light was trying to do, and was accomplishing, until the man who called himself Ryuga in front of others, but to Light was L, said "I'm still alive. You know?"

Light tried to focus on scrubbing his skin clean after the tennis match, even though he could feel L watching him. "I need to act calm, he's trying to get me riled up." Light thought. "That's always good." he finally said. "Light-kun. Oh, I'm sorry... If I called you "Yagami-san," it would be the same as what I call your father."

Light wanted to roll his eyes, he was becoming annoyed. "That's okay. Call me whatever you want."

Then, L pushed his face right in front of Light's. Light thought back to the classroom for a second, where L walked up behind him, and nearly pressed his cheek to Light's as he spoke. "Well, I guess he really doesn't care about personal space." Light scowled before focusing his eyes on L's. "Then how about Kira?" L said, before he gave Light a toothy grin and giggled.

Light didn't feel comfortable, no. L was standing too close, was acting too smug. He shut off the water and turned around, walking over to where his towel was. "It's a joke." L said, his voice quiet. Light had been feeling more and more angry lately, and right now, his blood was beginning to boil, and he wished that he had L's name, and could just use the Death Note right here and now.

"I wanted to meet you to see what a good person you were." L turned his gaze back to Light's naked back, the water dripping off of him, and stared, seemingly fixated on the teenager in front of him. He wanted to know what was going on in Light's - in Kira's - head and heart. "Now I've seen it."

Light calmed, ever so slightly, though he knew that L was just bullshitting him. "Thanks." he said dully. He heard the water stop, before L started, again. "But the truth is, I still suspect you of being Kira." L grinned, the same toothy grin that made him look mischievous, as if he was the one who should be the owner of a Death Note, the typical 'type'. Light's jaw clenched, but he swallowed and forced a smile. He turned around, and L was standing in front of him, dripping wet and naked.

Light's eyes instinctively traveled downwards, and a wave of confusion and embarrassment hit him like a punch in the gut. His smile now was real, but because of nerves. Light smiled when he was nervous, and he tried to make a joke out of everything, but this was a fucked up situation and all he could do was say, "Sorry, but I'm not Kira."

L instantly cut in. "Aren't you?" he leaned a little bit towards Light, and Light froze. He just wanted to get outside, and far from the crazy haired detective. He needed air. But first... "That reminds me. The favor he wanted..." he thought, and as if L could read his mind, he said, "Be my friend. That's the favor I wanted. I'm going home now. See you soon."

Nonchalantly, L walked off, and as soon as he was out of sight, Light balled up the towel he was drying off with and slammed the fabric to the floor. He was way too hot, he felt like his body was made of fire; he was too angry, too confused. What was that? He was tense from the moment L first spoke to him in the classroom, and Light hated feeling embarrassed, challenged, so the whole ordeal he went through moments ago flared his anger, and this was the angriest he had felt since the Lind L. Tailor incident.

But, as he rubbed his face with his hands, the one thing he was focusing on was erasing the image of L's body from his head. Light didn't care about people in a romantic sense, hardly ever even in a sexual sense (even though he did have a bit of a crush on Misa-Misa.) So why, why did seeing the stupidly pale, delicately toned, exceptionally smart, naked man in front of him, bother him so much? Even worse, why was that description the only thing that popped into Light's mind when thinking about the L?