AN: Just a little something that came to me one night. I'm not even really sure what to call it. If anyone has an idea, let me know.
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, L would still be alive…
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Light never touched her. At least, not intimately.
She was always the one to initiate the contact. A light touch on the arm, maybe a brief hug, that's all he would allow. Especially after Kira was revived.
The outfits she wore around the apartment would draw the eye of every man there, married or not. She knew they were captivated by what they saw. Knew that, some place in their minds, they thought Light was a lucky man to have her.
How little they knew.
She was nothing to him, just a tool, a means to an end.
She knew exactly how he felt; she just told herself that it didn't matter. That she was happy just having him near, being with him and being useful.
She was lying to herself.
She didn't want indifference, she wanted love. She didn't want coldness, she wanted warmth. She wanted to be able to touch and have someone touch her in return.
Late at night she'd lie in her large, cold bed and ache for that touch, for that closeness. It consumed her.
So she imagined. She fanaticized. And when she peaked, she cried out his name.
Not Light's but another's.
A name she only viewed twice in her entire life. A man she held close to her heart. One she longed for although she'd only admit it at times like these, when her guard was down and she was completely honest with herself.
Lawliet; the man who was L.
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AN: L was my favorite character in the entire series, edging Misa out by just a smidge. I can't tell you why I like Misa (I have a whole list for L), she was just an interesting character. Sorry it was so short but I hope you liked it.