Identity
Adversaries…that's what they should have been. As clothing was shed though, so were identities. Each ceased to be "L" and "Kira", ceased even to be "Light" and "Lawliet". Their ever persistent game of cat-and-mouse took on a whole new dimension as legs were spread and voices raised. As hands were pinned useless above whoever-played-submissive-this-time's head, and as the sheets were stained, they became a single entity. No longer detective and crook, or predator and prey; none of these and all of them at once. They just were, living in the moment, living for the other.