Teenagers

Chapter I

Irritating

By: Rana Shalhoub

Raito sat in his cell. His eyes where closed, his knees bent high enough to allow leverage to his head, which was heavy and tired. His hands where still cuffed, he was sure there where red marks on his wrists. This was terrible. Why was it so terrible? He was in a cell. In a cell, being watched by Ryuuzaki. Now, Ryuuzaki was obviously just doing his job as a detective. He had to take such precautions for his own sake, and the other detectives. But, he had to give himself some acting points.

He'd already sent Ryuuk off, yes. Ryuuk would do his job, Raito was sure of such.

You see, Raito's plan was to have Ryuuk erase his memories. All calculations where taken, and Raito's super smart brain worked hard, yet not too hard. Then again, he was still in that cell. He blank, and lifted his head.

And gasped.

Huh? He looked around and blank again. He then turned his gaze to the camera in the far corner.

"Ryuuzaki! I know I chose to be imprisoned and go through with this, but I've just realized. There's no point in this!" Raito began to stutter out, slowly. His hands still cuffed behind his backs. His eyes now wide in fear, innocence, and pure awe.

"Because…I'm not Kira!" He said surely. "Hurry up and let me out!" He nearly shouted, allowing the room to echo.

Ryuuzaki's voice boomed into the room, and to Raito's ears it sounded no better than a clashing of cymbals. "I can't do that, until I'm sure whether your Kira or not." He said coherently.

Raito could tell, could tell very well that he'd been eating a moment before he spoke to him. As much as he wanted some of whatever sweet Ryuuzaki was having, he continued to speak with a just tone, as just as it could be. It was still pretty shaky.

"No matter what you say, I won't release you. That was the promise." Said L.

"There was something wrong with me at that time!" Raito threw back. "Do you actually believe that it's possible to do what Kira does and not be aware of it?!" he asked angrily, annoyed at Ryuuzaki's stubborn attitude.

"I am not conscious of being Kira, therefore I am not Kira!"

Ryuuzaki was taken aback. He paused just a moment before saying into the microphone, "I also believe that Kira cannot be aware of whom they are, but if you're Kira, then it all adds up." He said logically in his usual cold tone. Always emotionless. It irritated Raito so much that he was giving what was left of his energy and yelling at the famous detective.

"As soon as we imprisoned you the killings stopped."

Raito looked worriedly at the camera, large chocolate colored eyes staring at the camera's lens. It reflected right back at him, showing him how innocent he looked. But he didn't know he looked any different than he did before. It was all a trick of Kira, right?

Raito could win an Academy award.

"Listen carefully, Ryuuzaki, there's no way I'm lying!" He said firmly, "I'm not Kira!"

Raito took a couple of breaths before starting again, now looking at the ground. Drama pulsing through his veins, among the fact that he was hungry. Thirsty. And itching to go outside.

"I can only imagine that I've been set up!" He said, sure of himself. His breathing was now heavy from straining his now weak body. "Hurry up and let me out! This is a waste of time!"

"No, I can't let you out." Ryuuzaki muttered.

Raito gaped. Did he lose the key or something? None the less he put his head down, hair covering his eyes.

"Damn it! How did it turn out like this…?"

And the conversation was over. His whimpering continued. Raito fell on his side, curled into a ball of what looked like pathetic blubber. But truly it was brilliant muscle. An ecstatic brain was still at work.

Ryuuzaki however, was in a jam. And not that delicious cherry jam that he enjoyed so much, no. He was in a bad jam. Like a paper jam. He sighed heavily, his thumb poking into his mouth as he nibbled a bit on the fingernail. What to do, what to do? He stared at the three individual boxes on the screen. Raito-kun's father, and Amane Misa where trapped as well. He didn't feel much sorrow for Misa, although the fact that it was such a waste on beauty.

And Yagami-san set himself up, so it was alright he believed. Truthfully what he was worried about was his heart condition. Yagami-san had already had one heart attack, he didn't need another.

Ryuuzaki reached for a cherry. Taking it by the stem and popping it whole into his mouth. He thought a bit more.

What if Raito wasn't Kira? Where would this lead him? Now, 'What ifs' weren't something that L liked, but he'd have to live with them. He sighed. He was sure that Raito was Kira. He was positive.

Then again. That performance. It looked so…believable. So…real. He gulped, not only the cherry, but his own stomach contents where threatening to leave his bowels. He looked down at the microphones. Raito-kun. He looked absolutely…adorable. So…helpless.

And L just had to love it.

He pulled the stem out of his mouth, it was tied in a knot. He smirked lightly before allowing the expression to disappear. Skilled with the tongue. Skilled with the mind. What else was he?

Oh yea.

Sex deprived.

Ah well. He sighed and glanced at the two arguing detectives beside him. "Matsuda-san, could you cut that out?" He asked a bit irritated.

His eyes calmly looked over at the childish detective who was pointing his finger in Mogi-san's face. Matsuda's sigh could be heard from Ryuuzaki's distance and a smile split Mogi's face.

"Stalker-san?" Groaned a weary Amane Misa.

L's gaze flipped to her section of the screen. He stared at her demeanor, her head pointed down and her hair was covering her already covered face.

"Stalker-san…can I go to the bathroom?" She asked.

L sighed, and at the risk of being called a pervert once again, told her no. Firmly. She accepted and looked down. Surely she'd try a few minutes later. She was like a crazy person, trying the same thing over and over again. Knowing she'd probably get the same results. Or not knowing, he didn't know how Misa's brain worked. But he did know it was probably annoying.

Black eyes stared down at what Watari had set before him. He really was a nice man, and L was quite grateful to have him there. He stared at the sliced apples, and smirked. What a coincidence.

L do you know God's of death love apples?

His mind rung. Echoing those words. He sighed and reached for a slice, lifting it gently, almost not even touching it. He put it into his mouth as a whole, and chewed the crisp slice. He stared at the plate.

Irritating.

That's what this was.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, if I did it'd be pure Yaoi. And those hand cuffed boys would be –gets mouth muffled by L-…

Raito: Meh. About time she shut up.

So, it's a chapter fic! One of my first! Let's enjoy it, shall we? I need 5 reviews if you want me to post a new chapter.
By the way, it's of course a Yaoi. It's MisaxRaitoxL...

Love triangles are fun.