Disclaimer-I do not own characters of Death Note
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Chapter One
Silent rays of light pranced through the filter of the blinds, dancing and swaying across the rumpled blankets and sheets of the queen sized bed. Large grey black eyes blinked owlishly as the light tickled it's way across the pale features of the young man's body.
Long graceful digits wiped at the sleep gathered at the corners of the eye, and then began there slow ascent into the thick raven locks of hair and pulled them away from the angular face of the slender boy. A yawn crept quietly out the boy's mouth, before he finally stretched upward and began to make his way out of his bed.
Sterile white walls greeted the boy as he shuffled his unclad feet across the cold hardwood floor, journeying his way to the bathroom. Making a short pit stop to gather clothing for the day, he continued his trip onward.
L placed his clothing on the counter, after having relieved himself, and then commenced with the preparations of the day. He turned the shower on and climbed in, taking special care to cleanse himself well, aware that today was the beginning of another tormenting year in high school. He emitted a heavy sigh.
Grabbing a white towel he stepped out of the shower cubicle and dryed himself off. Catching himeself in the mirror, he looked for signs that suggested that he had changed from the year before. Disappointed he found that he was still remarkably the same. From the raven hair that never stayed flat on his head, unless it was wet, the same large dark orbs of granite, that were made more pronounced by the dark bruising underneath, which was the sign of the insomniac. The same pinkened and plumped lips, the same pale ivory skin, the same upturned nose, and lastly the same undefined slender body.
He reluctantly put on his white long sleeved shirt, and faded blue jeans, and to his utter agony, loafers and socks. Stepping out of his bathroom and into his own plain room, he glanced at the clock, which read seven ten in the morning, which meant that he still had forty minutes before he left for school.
Groaning audibly, he sat at his desk and turned on his laptop, finding that he could easily lose himself in the intricacies of the psychological mind games, and mysteries.
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L gulped nervously, he knew that today would be a horrifying day. Most of his first days of school tended to be. What with the majority of the student body calling him freak, and disliking the fact that he was an enigma that none could figure out. They also happened to dislike the fact that he was a more highly intelligent being than most could ever achieve to be, and knowing that most people disliked those that brought people to the attention of their own stupidity was, depressing.
Gazing solemnly at the doors of the school building, L pressed on. Hunching his shoulders, he prayed that everyone would be more preoccupied with catching up with other friends and forget that he ever existed, and wouldn't notice him slinking through the overcrowded hallways.
He successfully made it to his locker without any mishap, and silently hoped that the day would continue without any mishap, that is, until he found out who his locker partner was.
Cinnamon colored locks slanted lazily into sepian eyes, as thin lips tilted into a crooked smile. Stunning cheekbones adorned the gorgeous features of the boy in front of L. Dressed suavely, the nicely dressed boy smirked wider when he saw L gazing at him in, if one could read the indiscernable look on, the stoic raven's face, vexation.
"My, my Ryuuzaki, I see it is you whom I shall be sharing this lovely locker space." The sepian eyed boy purred out in his silkly voice.
L not given to being a chatter, quirked an eyebrow up, silently gesturing with his eyes for the other to move from in front of the locker, to stand by it, or leave.
In front of him stood none other than Raito Yagami. The stereotypical pretty boy, who had hordes of people itching to become his friend. Except in the retrospect, he had brains as well. Enough to rival L's.
"Oh, you probably would like for me to move, yes?" He smoothly stepped aside watching as L moved forward placing his books into the locker, never noticing the intense look emanating from Raito's eyes as he stared at him.
L glanced up and noticed that Yagami was smirking widely at him. Irritated but not showing it, other than the tone of voice he used which was laced with ire, when he asked, "Is there something adorning my face, or are you intrigued by the startling quality of plainness that is prevelant on my face?"
Raito smirked at the other's witty yet sarcastic manner. Oh yes, he was intrigued. He had been for the better part of their lives, but L never noticed it.
"I apologize, I was just surprised that you so calmly accpeted me as your locker co-habitant. You didn't raise an argument, which, knowing that I would be your partner, you would normally have done. Why, I wonder?" The sepian eyed boy blatantly lied to the other.
L not wanting to deal with the pernicious boy, quickly turned around and was shuffling off to his first period, he didn't care if he was being rude. The other boy tended to make him lose his patience, and was sure to bring his blood to a boiling point. Luckily though, he managed to go through the motions of classes, without the other being there.
Sitting in the back of the room with the lease chance of being disturbed, L let himself be preoccupied with the thoughts of how the school year would progress. Quietly he hoped, with little attention drawn to himself as was possible. No such luck though, if he had to endure the ardorous experience of being Raito Yagami's locker partner. There were sure to be other teens willing to pick on L in order to gain favor in the cinnamon haired boy's eyes.
No doubt a large number of people would hang around the locker constantly seeking attention from Yagami. It would surely be souring to L's moods, for one thing.
The room filled up noisely. Friends joked around with one another, jostling and cutting up, secure in the idea that they were loved. At the moment, L envied them. He wished he could produce the easy camardiership that looked as if it came naturally to most of them. He wished he had someone he could confide in, someone whom he could hold an intelligent conversation with. Oh sure, Yagami came close, but there was the boy's arrogant and holier than thou personality to contend with, something mind you, L had no inclinations to suffer.
He heard a loud thump as someone dropped books on the side of him, where one available spot sat. Which would mean that someone was brave enough to sit by him. He usually always had an empty desk beside him. Maybe it was a new student unaware of L's reputation. No matter he/she would soon learn.
So one could imagine the surprise when L looked up to find that it was none other than Raito Yagami sitting by him. L's face lost the unreadability and turned into a look of incredulity.
"Don't looked so shocked L, I've decided that since we're locker buddies there shouldn't be any sense in us not gettng along."
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Days had passed since L found that not only was Raito his locker partner but he was in ever single one of his classes, and even shared independent classes with him as well Not only that, but Raito seemed to have gotten it into his head that him and L should be friends.
He sat by him in ever class, chattering to L about all kinds of mundane things, and even had provoked L into a lengthy debate over the books Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, versus the Divine Comedies.
Then there were the weird touches. The lingering caress of Raito's hand on L's back and upper arm as he congratulated L on the perfunctory performance over his homework and classwork. It was beginning to make L pause and wonder. The touches were weird yes, but so were the fluttery and electrifying shivers that swam throughout his body when Raito was around or touching him.
He didn't like this one bit. He wished he understood what Raito was setting him up for. He wished he understood his motives. He wished he knew why he wanted Raito's overtures of friendship to be real.