XX- This is a story of my past memories of Death Note. Since tragedies were always a part of me and made me sad, I began to think of Death Note characters Light and L in a different but harsh life style. I hope you all enjoy the story; it will be somewhat harsh but very heart warming. It will be multiple chapters of course ^_^ I'm also in the middle of writing another story so Imma be doing a lot of work! And I DO NOT OWN DEAH NOTE even though it is an awesome anime. Enjoy guys *hearts*-XX

Light Yagami, My Savior- Chapter 1/ How It All Began

L backed up against the wall as a man in a business suit slapped him across the face. He expected the raven haired male to flinch, but L kept a solid face despite the powerful blow. The man hollered in laughter.

"You were right, Rangel," He exclaimed. "He really doesn't flinch after all."

"That's only when you hit him lightly," the man named Rangel said. He was sitting back on a sofa and was staring at L. His definition of 'lightly' was totally different from the real definition. "Hit him harder this time; let's see if we get a reaction out of him."

The man obeyed and brang his hand down on L again, and like Rangel had suggested, this hurt much more. L did not even turn his face. He kept his pale face still despite the fact that it stung with pain.

"Wow this guy is something else," the man said staring down at the adolescent.

"Yes, he is," Rangel said in a plain voice. "Now L, march your dumbass upstairs and get back to work."

L did as he was told and climbed the stairs silently as the men downstairs laughed. L had to go through this everyday for 5 years so far. They had been neglecting him and abusing him ever since. And to make matters worse, they made him work his ass off, solving cases and such nonstop, and took all of the money after wards. L hated them. He hated them with such an intense passion that he could not describe the words. He detested the fact that he had to hold back his tears, anger and frustration when he was in front of them all. But at the same time, he was glad that he was able to do so. They loved to see L squirm in pain and cry out loud, but he never did so. He knew better than to give them the satisfaction they craved. A smile played with L's lips. The only thing that made him feel good was the fact that no one would be able to make him crack easily. L finally entered his room and sat in front of the bright computer screen. It was because of them that he had insomnia.

L typed away at the keyboard, solving problems and cases in less than 2 minutes each. Even though L was saving multiple lives with his skill to find out almost everything, he still did not feel any better. He despised everyone and everything that surrounded him… but in a sad way. There was always a hollow feeling in L's chest that he never wanted to be there. Day in and day out he would lie in his bed with his eyes wide open, not being able to sleep. L missed the sensation the human body felt when it slept. Relaxed… heh, L doubted that he was ever going to feel that again. But honestly, L missed sleeping. That was the only thing that would take him away from the horrible reality his life had become.

~After the day was over, L sat in his room and waited for the men downstairs to leave. That was practically his favorite but most feared part of the day. Why? Well, after everyone left, L would finally be alone. But there was a chance that a man with deep blood red hair that almost looked black, would stay behind and "have fun" with the poor male. He sighed and waited until he heard a door close downstairs. Everything seemed to be clear. L turned around and looked out of the window, trying to rid his mind of all the vulgar and terrible things the men said and did to him. Just when L seemed to be calming down, he heard his room door open. L slowly turned, only to see the man he had feared. FUCK. The man's hair was practically the same as Mikami's except for the color.

"Alexander," L greeted, pressing his back against the window.

"I've been waiting for those men to leave all day," the man said, stepping towards L. He did not hesitate to kiss the detective on his full lips. He then broke the kiss and said, "I don't know why but I am horny as fuck. I want to enter you today, L." He bit the raven haired man's ear and removed his suit, revealing a black shirt. He then pulled off his shirt and stood bare-chested in front the detective. L was too frightened to realize how attractive Alexander was. He was different from the other workers… he never really caused L any physical pain because he thought it was unnecessary, and occasionally he would sneak L a sweet from the kitchen when no one was looking. Alexander wore a spike wrist band and a plain leather collar around his neck, almost looking like a dog. L noticed the eyeliner sitting on his lower eyelid. Yeah, this guy was different.

"I…," L choked out. Even though Alexander liked to have fun with him, he had never really put more than two fingers up the detective's entrance. Alexander looked L in the eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

L so wanted to say yes, and he so wanted to push the man away from him, but he was too scared. Every time L would refuse something, he'd end up bleeding. "No," L simply said. He went along with Alexander as he pulled off his shirt and lay him down on the bed. The red head was now kneeling over L. He bent over and kissed him repeatedly on the lips and pulled off the rest of L's clothing until he was naked. He then did the same to himself and pressed himself against L. If Alexander didn't do physical damage, he certainly did mental damage. L let out ragged breaths as Alexander kissed him while stroking his cock. L didn't want this… he didn't want to be used as someone's random Fuck Puppet.

"Say my name," Alexander breathed in L's ear, sending shivers up L's spine.

"Alexander…," L managed to say.

"Louder." He squeezed L's cock, causing him to writhe in uncomfortable pain.

"Alexander," L gagged, this time in a somewhat elevated voice.

"Louder!" Alexander shouted. L screamed the man's name out, wrapping his arms around Alexander's back. He could feel the tears filling up his eyes as the red head man handled the defenseless detective. He gasped when he felt something brush up against his entrance, but it was only the man's fingers. He shoved them up L's sensitive body without hesitation, three fingers at once. L cried out in pain; this was the only thing that he couldn't fight against. It hurt too much. Alexander made scissor like motions inside of L and tried to get him ready for what was coming next, but it was as if L's body was preventing any kind of satisfaction. Ignoring this, Alexander pulled his fingers out and positioned himself atop of L.

"Please…!" L sobbed right before Alexander violated him. "Please, stop! I don't want this Alexander, I'm begging you." L shook violently under the man's arms, but he released the cowering detective and stood up from the bed. L let out a mental sigh of relief and continued to tremble. "I- I'm sorry, Alexander…," L mumbled, hugging himself once he sat up. The red head pulled on his black shirt over his lean but somewhat muscular body, pulled on his underwear and pants, and looked over at L. His face was serious and flat; he really wanted L… but he was the only man that was able to show the detective mercy.

"I will see you tomorrow," Alexander said flatly. His eyes lingered on L's scarred and malnourished body. "And don't say sorry. There is no reason for you to apologize." With that, Alexander walked out of the room. Once L was sure that he was gone, he hid his face in his arms and began to sob against his will. The tears just came out. L was extremely used to not showing his emotions to anyone. L always kept his face still and took all of the hits those wretched people he called men gave him. But this, being violated, molested, and possibly raped, he hated. It reminded him of the past…

L clenched his jaw and found the strength within himself to stand up and walk to the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped into the white room. Climbing into the shower, he turned the faucets and ice cold water poured all over the detective's body. L hugged himself again and looked down; he didn't care if the water was cold or warm, he just wanted to get all Alexander residues off of himself. After what seemed like 5 minutes, L stepped out of the shower still hugging himself and entered his room silently. He dried himself off, dressed himself and lay motionlessly in bed without closing his eyes even once.

~ "Get the Hell up you worthless piece of trash!" A man yelled as he entered L's room. L wasn't even sleeping, so he sat up in his bed and looked up at the intruder. L was grabbed by his hair, pulled from his bed and pushed out of the door. He was forced downstairs, which was weird because this wasn't a daily thing. L was shoved into the living room and he stood in the middle of a circle. Rangel, being his "High and Mighty" self, was sitting down on the couch as always, holding his head up with one hand under his chin.

"Morning, L," Rangel said with a smile. L hated that smile; Rangel was a hardcore sadist, and he would always smile at L that way whenever he hurt L.

"Morning," L mumbled, trying to make eye contact.

"Now you're most likely wondering why we brought you down here…," Rangel said. L was wondering why, actually. Still, Rangel went on. "I have you down here because, well, we have a new worker joining us." Rangel's smile stretched wider.

'Oh no,' L thought to himself. He looked down and couldn't stand the possibility of yet another abusive, ill mannered man entering the home. L waited as he heard footsteps coming from the door. Once they stopped, L looked up at the man, or more along the lines of adolescent, that was standing a few feet from him. His hair was a soft brown color and so were his eyes. He was just as tall as L, maybe the same height as him, and unlike the other men in the room, this guy had an innocent look on his face.

"Hello," the male said. "My name is Light Yagami, and I will be working here with you." He held out a hand. L stared at it and hesitantly took it in his own. He was expecting Light to throw him across the room, but all he did was shake it. This made L feel weird. The detective pulled away from Light and stood in the circle without saying one word. Light studied the guy standing in front of him. His clothes were somewhat messy, his hair was extremely messy, and his face was cold. L was giving Light his emotionless look, but Light saw an endless abyss of sadness in the eyes of L. His heart seemed to wrench in pain as the man standing by L grabbed him by the neck and threw him back upstairs. L ascended up the stairs in a hurry.

"What was that about?" Light asked the man. The burly man looked at Light with a confused expression along with the rest of the men.

"That's what he deserves every day," The man said to Light.

"I don't think he deserves any of that," Light sharply countered. Sensing the argument that was about to erupt, Rangel snapped his fingers. Everyone paused and looked down at him.

"Everyone, leave. I know it's early, but you are all done for the day. Light, you remain." Rangel looked up at Light as everyone left out of the door and started their way home. Light stood in front of the other red head man and stared down at him.

"What did L do to you all?" Light asked angrily. Rangel let out a deep sigh and stared up at him.

"Shut the Fuck up, Light," Rangel said, obviously annoyed. Light took this like a slap to the face and yelled, "I think I have the right to know why you people are treating him in such a terrible manner!"

Rangel shifted in his seat and glared at his new worker. "You don't need to know…," He muttered.

"Yes I do! Did you see his clothes? Did you see how thin he was? Did you see that look in his eyes? The look of despair and loneliness, or was I the only one who saw it?" Light was clearly aggravated, and on his first day of entering the home, too.

"You're the only one who sees the sadness in his eyes," Rangel said. "I never see it and I don't care, either. All I know is that he's the one working his ass off and I'm receiving the big bucks." Rangel's mouth morphed into a wicked smile. Light was overwhelmed with the urge to punch Rangel's face in, but he held himself back. Rangel stood up from the couch, grabbed his jacket and walked towards Light. "If you want to help out that worthless raven, go ahead. I won't do anything about it." Rangel turned towards the door, opened it and walked out. Light only stood there with his hands trembling.

"You son of a bitch!" Light yelled at the door. He put a hand to his head, and after a couple of seconds he marched up the stairs. He silently stood in front of L's door and opened it ever so slowly. He peeked inside, only to see a man sitting up in the bed staring right back at him. Light blushed; L looked like how a Neko would sit; all he needed were the ears and a black, bushy tail. Light looked at L's eyes, they were tired and the black marks under them indicated that he had gotten no sleep last night, or any night really. Light walked into the room and slowly approached L, smiling.

"Uhm, hi again," Light said kindly as he stood in front of L. L was staring at him, just waiting for the brown haired male to slap him and hurt him, but he didn't do anything but stand there. "May I sit next to you?"

L didn't respond or even shake his head. He just looked up at Light and waited for him to harm him. Light looked to the side, obviously uneasy, and sat next to L anyways. The detective began to tremble against his will. Light, seeing this, hugged the male without thinking and held him close. L froze and stared at Light wide eyed. Light released him and looked at the raven, blushing again.

"I apologize," Light stammered. L just continued to stare at Light but did not say one word. L's mind felt as if it wasn't working. 'What just happened?' L thought to himself. 'Was it some sort of headlock or suffocation technique?' He inched away from Light and stood in the corner of his room.

"What's wrong?" Light asked, taking a step closer to L.

"If you're going to hurt me, do it now," L begged.

"I'm not like those cold hearted swine, L."

"I bet one of them put you up to this. I bet they want you to warm up to me… just so that I can trust you. And when I finally do, then you would betray me and let me go and hurt me."

"I would never do that." Light was horrified; L's mind was filled with rejection and fear.

"Leave me alone."

"But L, I am not going to hurt you, I actually care for you."

"Please go away. Please."

"L! I already told you, I'm not like them, I have a heart."

"You tried to choke me just now."

"That was a hug."

"No it wasn't. Hugs are fake." L cowered against the corner hoping that he would vanish into the wall. He refused to believe that Light really did hug him.

"But L… I just wanted to comfort you. I won't hurt you, I swear." Light took another step closer. He was holding out his hands. L's mind drifted to the past in that instant. He remembered being cowered into a corner. He remembered the man walking towards his 9 year old body with his arms open. He remembered… L flinched as if someone had just slapped him. He held his hands to his head and tried to shake the corrupt images out of his head.

"Please leave!" L cried. Light was taken aback and backed away from L.

"I'm sorry, L. I'm sorry…" Light ran out of the room and charged down the stairs. He stormed out of the front door and didn't dare look back. L remained up in his room, holding himself like he usually did. He couldn't stop shivering. He knew that Light was trying to help him. He knew that Light actually cared for him, but he was too scared to embrace those facts.

"What is wrong with me?" L muttered through gritted teeth. He slumped down against the wall and sat there, alone. He always blamed himself for everything…

XX- First chapter down! Sorry if this is sort of depressing. I thought of this story years ago and now I finally found a website to share it with other than my little sister. Lol. Poor L can't accept the fact that Light wants to help him *sob sob* Chapter 2 will be up soon, don't worry. I'll try though because school just came September 8th in NY and yeah, I have Advanced Chemistry, Geometry, Saturday classes and I'm the only 10th grader in an 11th grade class! Call me a nerd lol. That's what I get for passing the regents all over 80s -_-. Well until next chapter Please review ^_^ bye!-XX