Disclaimer: Death Note is property of Ooba Tsugumi and Obata Takeshi.

Important: Please tell me if this is the worst fic you've ever read - I need to know so I can try to improve.

Author's Notes: This fic is complete with three parts, the second containing mature and in some cases, disturbing content including forced starvation and creepy, one-sided, non-con Light x L mind-fuckery. No sex anywhere. If these things disturb you, please don't read this.

Notes Squared: This fic is set after Light enters college, but before Misa. Unfortunately, for this fic to work, Misa doesn't exist. D: Shame, because she's one of my favorite characters.


Captive
-Seshennu

PART ONE

The direct use of force is such a poor solution to any problem, it is generally employed only by small children and large nations. - ?

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations to come, to savor to the last tooth some morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back - in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you. - Frederick Buechner


And Light marveled at the figure below him and sneered and said so much with no words at all, but rather in gasped breaths and a smirk that only grew in malice, as he took his hand and wiped a thin trickle of blood off his chin.

He strode confidently, closing the short distance between him and the figure that was L on the ground. Light listened to the sound of their breathing - ragged, short gasps as each tried to regain control of their bodies. Quickly, he brought up his leg and was first disappointed that the heel of his shoe hadn't connected with L's neck with a crack that would have been so satisfying, and second wondered how L still had strength and speed enough to grab his ankle and pull him down.

Light fell ungracefully to the ground, sharp pebbles digging at his palms. Bastard, he hissed through clenched teeth as he hastily dodged the better force of L's kick to his ribs. He staggered upwards as his right hand briefly clutched at his side. In seconds they rushed forward, fighting at full-force again - Light's punches fueled with hell-fire, L's movements fluid and dangerous as a tsunami.

And he would win, he was sure of it. He could sense, rather than see, his opponent grow just a little bit weaker and was sure that this last blow would be the end of it. Then L would dodge as though he knew maybe he did it was coming and strike back with an unexpected flurry of jabs that sent Light into a hurried backwards pace, and finished with a surprisingly high kick that landed on Light's jaw.

As the explosion of colored lights faded from Light's vision, he knew. He knew he would walk away from this, head held high as the victor. The thought made him laugh. At a safe distance away, he saw L standing; waiting.

"Well?" Light asked, not yet moving to get up. "Well? Is that all?"

Distorted through heavy breaths and a thumb, L answered, "I'm not entirely sure what you're asking."

Standing up carefully, Light said, "I know you can hit harder than that. You can easily kill me. So do it."

Biting, gnawing at his thumb, L said slowly, "I don't want to kill you, Light-kun."

Light laughed again, the sound both mad and maddening. "Then," he started with an innocent smile that was a terrifying contrast to everything about him. "Then come kill Kira." He laughed as L's large eyes widened further, a thin line of blood slipping down his thumb as the zealous biting stopped abruptly. "Can you do it?"

He rushed L again, not surprised that his attack was dodged, but delighted that L's reaction time was noticeably slower. Even as he swung his leg in a furious arc towards Light's torso, his eyes were more distant than usual, his thoughts distracting him. And briefly, when Light had regained the offense, L's eyes flashed with a hint of fear.

Satisfied with this, Light drew up his knee hard between L's legs, wishing he could enjoy the shock and pain that washed over his face.

"Dirty," L grunted as he pulled himself out of the curled position he'd fallen into.

"It was," Light responded as he moved to L. "I'm disappointed with myself for having to resort to such tactics."

L managed to get himself into his preferred sitting position just in time to calculate that no, he couldn't dodge the metal pipe aimed at his head.