Warnings: Female L.
Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.
Chapter 1: Bedtime
The normally levelheaded Yagami Light was now trembling with a complicate mixture of emotions that he would rather not identify. After more than a month of strict confinement, today he was finally released only to be ushered into a random car, driven to who-knows-where by his own father, and threatened with a half-family suicide by said father. These situations were completely understandable and acceptable considering all the hints and evidences pointing towards him and Amane. He was even grateful for the chance given to him by the famous detective L to join the investigation again. Still, things were starting to take a toll on his mentality, especially the problem he was facing now in their designated bedroom.
"Ryuzaki, what's the meaning of this?"
With both hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans, the detective merely glanced at him curiously with her dark-rimmed eyes.
"This?"
He pointed an accusing finger at the object before both of them with obvious animosity. "This!"
In contrast to her disturbed companion, L just slightly tilted her head. "It's just a bed, Light-kun."
That was the last straw. "And that's the problem! Why is there only one bed instead of two!?"
The dark-eyed detective calmly raised her right hand to indicate the handcuffs that were binding them together. "Obviously, it can't be helped."
"Obviously, this is totally inappropriate! We aren't even couples!"
"It's for the sake of the investigation."
"Some matters should be compromised!"
He was instantly met with a flat reply. "I do not compromise anything concerning my investigation."
"Don't you have any shreds of the dignity of a lady?"
"I do have priorities. Besides, I believe there will be no misconduct in Light-kun's manners."
"Argh!" At this pace, they were going nowhere. "Alright." He proceeded to the king-sized bed and grabbed a long pillow before throwing it at the center of the mattress. The chain of the handcuffs swung loudly during the whole process, its noise grating his ears and his already worn nerves. "No crossing this line."
Ryuzaki's expression subtly changed into what he would define as her version of raising an eyebrow as one corner of her lips lifted in amusement. "Fretting too much is bad for your health, you know?"
It took almost all of his willpower to refrain himself from commenting that caring too little was even more unhealthy. Now all Light wanted to do after such a long, arduous day was to sink into the mattress and lose himself to oblivion. Unfortunately, life was not done with tormenting him yet.
"…Ryuzaki, how are we going to take a shower?"