He unlocked the door to the apartment him and Miya were now living in. After hearing L's accusations, Light's father finally had enough and kicked him out of the house.

Well, all the better for me. This way I can move around more easily... even more so since it's put a target on top of dad's head. Kicking me out while I'm the prime suspect of a serial killer investigation and the detective in charge specifically asked him to keep me under close surveillance... not the smartest move dad. But it couldn't be helped, those charges were too much for him to handle; after all, he was always a man who cherished the law.

"Tadaima..." he said.

Silence.

Oh yeah... Miya said she had a sleepover tonight... but then, why is the light open and the door unlocked? Someone's inside.

Yagami looked around and noticed the patio door open. Putting his bag down, he walked over.

It could be a robber who escaped in a haste but given that I'm Kira, the police planting bugs is more likely, especially since we just moved in. They must have left in a hurry since they didn't use the front door...

He was careful not to make his footsteps audible and when he got close to the door, he slowly peeked on the balcony.

L? Tsk. What is he doing here?

"Okaeri, Light-kun." L said in a monotone voice without looking up.

Light sighed while moving to stand in the door way. "As expected from you, you heard my footsteps. I'm just glad you're not a robber to be honest."

"The great Kira's afraid of a mere robber?"

"Still going on with that? I'm starting to think no matter what proofs are brought forth, you'll never believe me."

"What proofs are you referring to Light-kun?"

Something was amiss... the lack of thrust in his speech and his usual too straightforward statements were all present but he wasn't looking at him while accusing him. He was sitting against the balcony with his knees curled up in a very L-fashion, staring at the sky. L was always looking for the slightest clues in his adversaries reactions. Something was definitely off... It was still raining heavily but judging from how drenched his cloths were, he must have been standing there for over an hour.

Light hesitated a moment... "What's wrong?"

Silence.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have some security tapes of me you need to look over?"

"Kira kills from afar."

"Then I'm sure you've got one of my coffee mug's fingerprints to analyze..."

"You know that would be useless since we have nothing to compare it to."

Still staring at the sky, same monotone voice. What's gotten into him? Is he testing me?

"I'm always here to help you in your investigation and I will cooperate as much as I can" Light added in a cold tone "but you and I are not friends."

L smiled.

"We're definitely not friends."

"Then I will only ask this once more: What's wrong?"

"..."

"Suit yourself." Light stared at him for a few seconds, concerned. The only sounds came from the raindrops hitting L's soaked jeans and cars rolling in the rainy night not too far from there. L's jeans had turned as dark as the sky behind him. His usual long sleeved shirt had gone completely see through and seemed rather heavy as it left one of his shoulder almost completely bare. His hair were tangled and stuck on his face.

"I was suspended." L said after a moment.

Is he still testing me?

"Stop joking around and leave."

"I wish... After your father kicked you out, he must have felt threatened by his own actions so he went to see everyone he knew with influence. Quite a father you have, he must be highly regarded... before I knew it, an alliance had formed against me. I am L. An alliance cannot take me down that easily but uniting strong political figures, he did manage to suspend me for 3 weeks until they can properly established I didn't hold hidden motives when I made you my primary suspect."

Nice one dad. Well I guess that's why he came here then, so he can keep me on his radar even if he's been pulled from the investigation. The best thing for me would be to kick him out right now... but he's expecting that. I should show compassion. I mustn't show any sign of enthusiasm.