As Straight As A Circle

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or do I? . . . No I don't, I'm just kidding, please don't sue me!!

Light Yagami was not gay.

It was just a plain fact. No one questioned it. Girls loved him. Guys wanted to be him. Of course no one wondered about his orientation. Heck, he could walk into school wearing high-heels and sucking face with the head quarterback and still people would think he was straight.

There had never been any doubt, not even in Light himself. Especially not in Light! Even with the occasional passing thoughts of, "That guy has a really nice body," or, "He's gotten pretty hot," didn't faze him or make him believe he was anything but the perfect straight son his father had raised.

Yes, Light Yagami wasn't gay. This was something he was positive about. Or at least, he thought this was true. But he found a reason to doubt this, after a very . . . unusual dream.

The room was one that growing increasingly familiar. It wasn't the room I had spent most of my youth in, but the one I was currently living due to my unwanted chain-mate. Speaking of the cause of my current misfortune, I looked down and realized that there was no chain on my wrist. That was the first sign something was off. I looked around, wondering where Ryuuzaki was. That when I noticed the figure lying across my (I mean our) bed. I starred. Then I rubbed my eyes and starred again. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing!

Ryuuzaki was staring at me from the bed, his large eyes trained on mine. But his eyes I was used to. What I was not used to, however, was the extremely attractive outfit he was currently wearing. He was dressed in a blue and white school girl's uniform, complete with a bow in his hair and knee-high stockings. He sat on his knees, looking at me gaping wordlessly as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Liiiight . . ." he whined. "Why are you looking at me like that? You make me feel embarrassed." Blush was now spreading across his fair cheeks, and he looked away. This made him look even more delicious and definitely created an, err . . . reaction in my pants.

"It's just you look so hot right now, Ryuuzaki. How can I help myself?" I spoke in a sultry tone, moving across the room to crawl next to him on the bed. I then leaned over him as he pulled back, slipping my hand up his skirt.

"Light! Ngh, what a-are you do-doing?" He stuttered, succeeding in turning me on even more. I began to stroke his length through his panties (Panties? He really went all out!) and he let out a high moan, making me shudder. I kissed up his neck, and he pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"Light, I-"

And this is where I woke up.

What. . . What the heck just happened?! Did I just dream (a sex dream, no less!) about Ryuuzaki? L? How is that even possible?! I breathed in and out deeply, trying to rid myself of the lingering effects of the dream. In other words, the hardness in my pants. I tried to do so silently so I wouldn't alert the other of my current situation. And then I realized that something was missing; the ever relentless tapping of a laptop.

I looked over my shoulder slowly, and saw the laptop off and pushed to the side. And there, curled into a tight ball so close to me, was L.

I truthfully thought it was some kind of trick. L never slept; he was always working on the case! Every night, he would be on the computer until I fall asleep, and every morning I would awaken to him starring at me. He would wake me up at the most ridiculous time too. I mean, sometimes he would get me up as early as 5 AM! But now, looking at the clock on the table, I realized it was 3 in the morning.

I peeked a sideways glance at the sleeping Ryuuzaki. Seeing him reminded me of the dream I just had, causing my face to redden in the dark. I wasn't attracted to him at all! He was an annoying, childish, eccentric, stubborn, and probably diabetic. Oh, and another thing, a boy. A BOY!!

I shook my head impatiently. Why was I even internally debating this? There was no way I had feelings for the person lying next to me. I then noticed the golden opportunity I had; I could finally be the one to watch L, and not the other way around! Yes! This was perfect. I would observe him, and prove I have no feelings of attraction or any other type toward the older man. Except maybe resentment. That would be okay to feel.

I looked Ryuuzaki up and down. It was obvious he had fallen asleep recently, due to the hastily put away laptop and the new lukewarm cup of tea on the stand. He was curled in a tightly-wound ball with his thumb at his lips, breathing in deeply. Asleep, he didn't seem so bad. His careful disposure was gone, replaced by this new L, whose eyelids would occasionally flutter innocently and cutely. . .

No. Not cutely. Poor choice of words. What I meant was weirdly. Yes, it is a word, look it up!

And there I go arguing with myself again. Instead of continuing the pointless fight I was having with myself, I continued to watch L. I took note on his parted lips and messy hair, and how his shirt had slid slightly revealing his shoulder. I focused on his hair, so my eyes wouldn't wander to that slightly exposed piece of him.

His raven hair looked unbelievably soft, contrasting his fair skin perfectly. I wanted to reach out and touch it so badly, but I wasn't stupid. Considering how little he slept, he must be a very light sleeper. I bet if I sneezed slightly, he would awaken and raise my percentage to being Kira another 5 percent.

A small mumble jolted me out from my thoughts. L had muttered something in his sleep, and was now scooting even closer to me. He gave a small, content breath as I sucked in air unsteadily. He was so close to me! I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and it wasn't helping my current situation. And yet he just slept there, blissfully unaware.

I closed my eyes to think clearly. The sudden closeness shouldn't bother me; I mean, I was straight after all. I didn't like him in the slightest. Sure, I may have recently noticed the slight cuteness of the detective (Ok, who am I joking. The sheer adorableness), that doesn't mean I wanted to be with him. At all. Even a dream about him in revealing outfits doesn't prove anything. I simply haven't got laid in a while, and my hormones were going crazy, making anything look sexy. Yeah, that sounded good. I'm going with that.

Besides, I had a girlfriend. Though she may be ditzy, annoying, and obsessive, we were currently in a relationship. And even though I didn't even like her or remember even meeting her, she was still my girlfriend, and that was proof enough of my orientation.

Sighing, I once again looked down at the man practically cuddling me. Maybe the middle of the night wasn't the best time to try and decipher my feelings for him (Though there are none). I then decided to continue my observations of him during the day, when he would be back to his spoiled, annoying, uptight self.

Pleased with my plan, I laid my head back down on my pillow, and with L so near his hair tickled my nose. And with the last thought of, "It really is soft," I drifted into sleep.

Yay! My first fanfic!

So what do you think so far? Hate it? Love it? Disturbed mentally by it?

If so, please tell. I'm always excited to hear what people have to say, except for flames. They make me sad.

Oh, Light-Kun. You are in some serious denial, aren't you? Sorry, but not one can resist L for long! Next chapter, we get to see Light's reaction to how everything L does at the office appears to be seductive. Can't wait!

Moonlight