Halllo lovely, lovely people who have decided to click on the link for my newest, and very FIRST, fic, (1200) Days of L. Hopefully, this will be the beginning of a very long and beautiful relationship. XD

A/N: So now that you lovely readers have endeavored to read this perfectly messy, sure to be dysfunctional, fanfic, I guess I have to explain the structure and workings of the fic and how the chapters, and each of their respective sections, are going to work.

My inspiration and/or guidelines for this fic come from the movie (500) Days of Summer (which, if you haven't seen yet, I recommend you do so sometime soon). (500) Days is a film that revolves around a guy's experience and relationship with a girl named Summer. The entire movie is made up of a flashback, or rather, a bunch of little flashbacks of the time they spent together.

Each number between the parenthesis is the number of the day that Light and L have interacted with/have known each other. For instance, L came into the Kira investigation on December 4, 2003. This is the first day of the case, but it is not the beginning of his and Light's interactions. I set Day (1) to December 8, 2003, which I am going to estimate as the day that L first introduced himself to Light (which is both inconsistent to and separate from both the manga and anime, as I am choosing to ignore both timelines and instead, sticking with main, general events).

Other than that, I should also note that I DID attempt to find a way to stick to a good timeline-ish for the fic, following the dates and whatnot for canon events, but then I decided, to hell with counting date numbers, I'm going to write a damn fanfiction so Imma do it my way. If you or anyone else you know has a problem with that, you can take it up with my nonexistant lawyer.

Whew, I hope that long A/N didn't put anyone off. And before we start, I MUST give amazing credits to my amazing and beloved beta, Dlvvanzor! She, as the amazing authoress she is, has many other more important things to do with her time, but has, to my great happiness, decided to spend some of that time reading and helping me with this fic. Infinite hugs to her forever.

Lastly, DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, own or am using this fic to sell Death Note and/or (500) Days of Summer related stuff-ness. K.

Oh, I guess this is kind of a disclaimer but, this fic will eventually reach an M rating, because I personally cannot abide a long fanfic without SOME kind of sexual activity SOO, watch out little kiddies.

Other notes/randomness will be posted at the end or next chapters.

And on we go !

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(1200)

March 22, 2007

Light looked down at the deep, imperfectly perfect, handcuff-shaped scar. The scar would never leave him, permanently etched on his otherwise unblemished skin. Even if there was a chance that it would fade over time, the scar had already gone past physical presence. The time, the memories, L… would never fade from his heart. It was like the metal had cut deeper than skin, like it left more than a simple, rectangular dark imprint on his wrist. Light's head sank toward the ground, his deep, auburn locks casting a shadow across his eyes. His shoulders shuddered for a second and his body reacted instinctively, a hand shooting out to grab the fabric above his upper right chest.

Was it physically possible to have an aching heart?

Light's infinitely rational mind told him of course not; it was logically impossible, a romantic dramatization.

But his human side, his Ryuuzaki-influenced side, said that it was extremely possible and that his heart was indeed both literally and figuratively breaking.

Wasn't it strange how the most characteristically cold, blank, emotionless person would be the one to open him? To make him feel, make him cry, make him fight, make him…love.

Light squeezed his eyes shut and tried to make the pain go away. Those eyes, his lips, those fingers, his smell-- it all hurt; it hurt so much… In the back of his mind, Light processed the moisture in his eyes. He hadn't cried since…well since he could remember. At least, not since he had accepted L as his friend and his lover: the other half of his soul.

His brain had started to do that, divide his life into two separate, distinct parts: before Ryuuzaki and after Ryuuzaki. Some part of his mind said that Kira shouldn't have the ability to cry; that he couldn't cry. Not that that mattered anymore; L had made it stop mattering a long time ago. He was not Kira; he was not God. And Ryuuzaki… L… his enemy, his best friend, the only thing standing between him and the creation of a perfect world, the only thing that made his perfect world real, had brought him to his knees and made him cry.

Light sank to the ground and his hand tore away from his shirt, instead fisting the moist, unsettled, dark, cold earth. In that moment, Light didn't care that he was up to his knees in dirt; he didn't care that the perfectly pristine pants he had just picked up from the dry cleaners that morning were now stained with unseemly brown spots; he didn't care that his head was bent over and shaking with sobs that seemed to rake his whole body…didn't care that he was on his hands and knees on a square of flattened, filthy, recently-packed dirt in plain sight, where his mother or father or Watari could easily turn around and see him broken, far from his usual image of perfection.

Light didn't care about any of this, didn't care about any of it.

But he did care about the looming, gray polished, perfectly terrible gravestone that stood in front of him. He cared about the perfectly chosen words for the most perfectly created man he- or anyone else, for that matter- had ever met. And though his terribly brilliant mind had read the words and committed them to memory the first time, his eyes scanned the lines again:

L Lawliet

Beloved guardian and mentor.

"The heart has its reasons, which reason knows nothing of" Blaise Pascal

For my friend, lover, and husband, Light.

And in that moment, Light felt every ounce of the world on his body. He felt every ounce of how much he cared. How much he cared about every single word on the beautiful stone. How much he cared about the beauty of the name he had only started to have the honor of calling while stroking his lover's, L's, soft, messy, beautiful hair. And, in an instant, he felt every ounce of every pound of how much he cared--loved the beautiful man buried only feet below his hands, but who was, in reality, gone and infinitely and perpetually lost to him forever.

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(887)

May 12, 2006

"L, did you try to do the laundry again?" Light asked accusingly, no trace of real scorn in his voice as he picked a blue-stained tee out of the dryer. His eyes meticulously ran over the various splotches that now dotted the shirt, brows furrowing as he peered into the dryer and confirmed for himself that, yes, L had tried to do the laundry and, yes, he had mixed the whites and colors.

Again.

L, who was previously working on his laptop, looked up innocently, his finger tugging on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What ever are you talking about Light-kun?"

Light turned to the detective, a half scowl and frown marring his immaculate features. He lasted about twenty seconds before his face softened and melted into a soft grin.

It was useless; in the face of L's adorable "panda eyes," as Light had taken to calling them, Light didn't stand a chance. He dropped the shirt back into the dryer with a sigh, absentmindedly running a hand through his equally flawless auburn hair. He stared sulkily at the ruined shirt before slowly looking back at his detective with a plan in mind. And despite L's formerly strong protests, when Light made his way across the room and slid across the couch onto L's lap, effectively knocking L out of his "normal sitting position," L didn't voice one objection as Light buried his hand in his hair and whispered, "You, Ryuuzaki, look every inch like an innocent, messy, completely deranged, naïve little panda."

L opened his mouth, undoubtedly to voice a protest, before Light moved his lips to the place where the man's neck bone pooled into a shallow crevice, the younger man's lips only ghosting over skin before planting themselves on the drumming, erratic pulse that beat under Ryuuzaki's jaw. Lights lips parted and he smiled into L's now very-accessible neck, seeing as the detective had thrown his head back considerably far enough for Light to lean in and fully assault the older man's more-than-willing body. Only when L let out a deep, guttural moan, as Light licked a particularly sensitive part of his ear, did the younger man retreat and grin down predatorily at his victim.

Light leaned in again, rubbing their now very awake nether regions against each other, both so starkly defined that not even black fabric and rough denim could hide them. L let out a soft groan and Light stifled his own with a chuckle, leaning in even closer to whisper, "What do you have to say to that, Panda-kun?"

L twitched visibly and Light swore he could see a vein popping in his forehead before he replied, "Light-kun knows that I do not enjoy being compared to a creature with a very basic complex, who is also notably both incompetent in its own environment and considerably less intelligent than myself."

"And Ryuuzaki-kun knows that I do not enjoy being referred to in the third person," Light replied with a Cheshire-cat grin on his face.

"That is irrelevant."

"And that's too bad," Light cut in, "because, personally, I think that pandas are adorable," emphasizing the word with a chaste kiss against L's slightly frowning lips. "Charming." Another kiss. "Attractive." Another one. "Alluring." A little breathier. "Delectable." Even longer, more forceful. "Scrumptious." His tongue practically licking at L's lips. "Sexy." L surrendered, his body responding by silencing Light with his lips, pressing the small of the man's back deeper into his own as if suddenly awakened by the lithe, built, stimulating, achingly beautiful boy in his lap.

" and positively-delicious," Light said in a rushed, rambling breath, and quickly returned to devouring the detective's teasingly parted, wet, open lips.

In a sudden move, L decided that he had been underneath quite enough and swiftly pushed Light against the sofa, detaching himself only long enough to secure the young man under him, his own hands positioned by the other's head, knees planted firmly on either side of Light's waist.

It was L's turn to grin as he leaned down over Light's face and whispered, "I guess, when Light-kun puts it so convincingly…" Taking a moment to press his lips sensuously against Light's, he continued, "…I find that I do not object too much."

Light grinned. "Smug bastard."

"Conceited drama-queen."

Light gaped openly, "Attention whore."

There was silence for a second, and then L sat up and laughed. Real, throaty, genuine laughs.

And Light, who lay stunned for only a moment, couldn't help but laugh as well.

After the two recovered, both still shaking slightly with low chuckles, L took on a tired demeanor, yawning and gently draping himself over the young boy, burying his nose into Light's soft, sweet-scented hair. Light didn't complain and lifted an arm, draping it lazily over Ryuuzaki's back.

The man looked like he needed the sleep anyway, Light contemplated, pressing his own nose gently against L's forehead. And as L drifted further and further into his REM cycle, perfectly lax and content in his lover's arms, Light started to play with his hair, softly sifting through the stark, jet-black strands, picking up random pieces with his fingers and brushing them down again. Light smiled as he thought on his detective's eccentric quirks.

L could put up with Light calling him an idiot, stubborn, stick-up-his-ass bastard any day, with his usual dismissive grace, but turned almost brutally harsh at the sound of being called a panda.

Though, it really didn't take a genius to see that L didn't mind it when Light paid any compliments to his physical appearance, even when he started calling him a "delectable little panda cub."

He guessed he wasn't the only self-centered, narcissistic, brilliant genius in the world.

Looking up at the other detective who had settled deeper into slumber, finger still dangling from the corner of his mouth even in sleep, Light couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth pool in his stomach at the picture. And, somewhere, in the back of his mind, something clicked, and he knew that while Ryuuzaki, L, was by his side, he would never need to feel or be alone again.

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(1)

December 8, 2003

L rocked himself closer to the screen, eyes wide, almost completely touching the glass through which he was examining the figure.

To everyone else, Light Yagami looked like any other teenage boy.

But L felt. Or rather, L knew.

And as the boy rose from sleep and slowly but precisely swung his feet over the side of his bed, stretching his arms toward the ceiling, L's eyes narrowed as he observed a very small but very definite smirk on the young Yagami's face.

I will catch you, Kira.

L swung his chair around, facing the only other person in the room besides himself.

"Watari, I wish to meet Mr. Light Yagami." L spoke monotonously. "Please arrange for a driver to the To-Oh University this afternoon."

Watari nodded silently and departed with a stack of empty plates in hand, a bi-product of the many sugary snacks that L used to fuel himself through countless, unending nights.

As the door clicked shut, L turned back to the screen, observing as Light put on his usual formal attire of a button-up shirt with tie and deep brown slacks. And he smiled.

And unbeknownst to both of them, somewhere deep in the cosmos, two brilliant, bright stars aligned, setting off the gravity of all matter around them. The shift sent vibrations tumbling through the dark expanses of space and shot an enormous, zooming, incredibly powerful meteor spiraling into it, an imposing monster that left only destruction and chaos in its wake. However, one thing was also clear of the great rock's race, a dazzling, golden-orange, radiant stream of light following in its path, a product of the sheer speed and size of the meteor's power, an imminent splash of color on the contours of space, a distinct ray of light in the vast blackness of the universe.

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EndNote: A song usual inspires, helps me get through a chapter and the many moods/auras that each part of the content should give off.

Wherever You Will Go by The Calling helped me through this one.

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