AN: Okay, my first fanfic! I'm just now realizing how short the chapter is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. If I did, all the characters would be stick figures and the plot wouldn't be nearly as awesome.
With an audible sigh, Light Yagami turned in his swivel chair away from the computer monitor in front of him and blinked, struggling to focus on the clock at the other side of the room. The hands of the clock sharpened as his eyes adjusted to the contrasting darkness after staring into the bright light of the computer. It was nearly midnight, and although not much progress had been made on the Kira case, Light was more than ready to turn in for the night. He made to stand up and then paused, remembering the unfortunate circumstances he was under. Light frowned; being attached to an insomniac detective certainly has its drawbacks. This was only the first day of being handcuffed to L, and Light was already quite annoyed.
Light stood up, determined to get to bed, no matter what L had to say about the subject. The three foot chain bonding the two men clinked almost merrily against the table, and Light let out a faint sigh, wondering how he would convince L to go to bed. The detective was nibbling halfheartedly on a strawberry, evidently not noticing that Light had stood up. From across the room, Matsuda grinned, expecting an argument between the two men. Their constant fighting had only gotten worse in the afternoon they were handcuffed together, and had proved to be interesting to watch. Light glared in his direction, and Matsuda ducked his head, remembering the only barely suppressed "Kinky" he had nearly uttered at the sight of the chains. Turning his attention back to L, Light cleared his throat and said, "It's getting pretty late," watching for the detective's reaction.
"Light- kun states the obvious," L said simply, his eyes never leaving the computer, and the light cast shadows under his chin and cheekbones.
Light looked at him for a moment before exhaling through his nose, realizing he would need to be more upfront. "I think we should go to bed," saying 'we'because, obviously, the two would need to go together. After a moment of silence, L looked up, focusing on the young man looming over him.
"No."
A brief flicker of annoyance passed over Light's face before composing himself. L didn't notice, and turned back to the computer, plainly thinking he had won. Light smirked. Big mistake. Slightly bleary- eyed, Light pulled back on the chain, intending to topple L out of chair. Anticipating a reaction similar to this (he was the world's greatest detective, after all), L kept a firm grip on the table while hiding a grin. This had become entertaining.
After his failed attempt at unseating L, Light folded his arms across his chest and glared down at the raven- haired man. "Look, L. Insomniac you may be, but I prefer normal sleeping habits. As a matter of fact, I need a specific amount of sleep every night or I won't be able to function well. That being said, may we please go to bed?"
L listened to Light's rant, feigning interest in the article he was staring at. Biting his thumb to keep from laughing, L said, "No." He was quite interested in the outcome of this battle, and wasn't about to give in so easily.
Light then proceeded to mutter a rather foul string of curse words under his breath, to which L merely raised an eyebrow. Accepting defeat, Light sank into his chair and tipped his head back, shutting his eyes. More than a little disappointed at the sudden end to their "game", L warily relinquished his hold on the table and turned back to the article he was reading, taking another strawberry from the bowl.
Light took that opportunity to shoot out of his chair and grab the back of L's, pulling him and the chair back towards the door. His face no longer impassive, L's eyebrows knitted. "Light- kun!" he complained, watching the computer (and his bowl of strawberries) get farther and farther away. Light simply stalked forward, pulling L out into the hallway, headed for the bedroom. Matsuda waved in the two men's direction with a grin. "Good night!" he singsonged.
L frowned and made to jump out of the swivel chair, however, Light had a firm grip on the back of baggy white shirt.
"I do not want to go to bed," L stated, sounding for all the world like a pouting four year old. He felt the chair jerk as the tile turned to carpet, and Light propelled him onto the bed. For his size, Light was very strong, L noted, and resigned to unlocking the handcuffs so Light could get into nightclothes.
"Too bad," Light responded as he rubbed his wrist, grateful to be out of the cuffs if only for a minute. He saw L's scowl and smirked, tugging off his tie and tossing it over his shoulder. It hit L in the chest, followed by Light's button- down shirt. The detective dropped both onto the floor and looked at Light, who was half naked, rifling through a drawer for a more comfortable shirt. With interest, L noticed that Light was very well toned, especially since L had never seen him work out.
Light felt a pair of eyes on him and looked up to see L staring at him in that weird but innocent way of his. Was he…was L…checking him out? To his horror, Light felt heat rise to his cheeks. "Do you mind?" he asked incredulously. L blinked, then went red before looking away. Strange, the insomniac thought. Light had never seemed incredibly modest in the past, and even stranger, that L himself cared about making Light- kun uncomfortable.
Pulling on a loose fitting gray shirt and letting L reattach the handcuffs, Light sat on the edge of the bed of the bed they were to share. They were to share. Light felt himself blush again and mentally scolded himself before saying, "You should probably get ready for bed. I mean, unless you're wearing that." Light gestured to L's cotton shirt and blue jeans. L frowned. "I am not going to bed. I am not tired. Let me just get my laptop and I can…" L stood up, but Light grabbed his arm, yanking him back onto the bed.
"Ohh, no. There's no way I'm going to fall asleep with that light in my face all night. No way." L sighed in frustration, trying to pull free. When that didn't have any effect on Light's grip, L swung his arm around to deliver an uppercut. Light was only barely able to catch it, and he winced as L's wrist struck his palm.
"Let…go!" L said, pulling back roughly and breaking free of Light's grip. Unfortunately, that momentum landed L on the floor, and with a painful jerk of the wrist, Light crashed down on top of him. The younger man had squeezed his eyes shut instinctively during the fall, and opened them to see L's dark pupils right in front of his face. The two men blinked, then began arguing at the same time.
"What is your problem?"
"If Light- kun had just-"
"Don't you 'Light- kun' me!"
"I just thought that-"
"Well, you thought wrong."
L looked away, hurt, and Light cursed again. That bastard. No fair playing the guilt trip card! "L, I apologize. That wasn't…" Light trailed off as L simply shoved him away and climbed into bed, throwing the sheets over himself and turning towards the wall. L allowed himself a brief smile before making his face blank. Let the games begin…
AN: Yeah. Really short, I know. But chapter 2 should be up within the next few days, as soon as I edit it. Reviews would be great, and constructive criticism is appreciated. Here's hoping a few people will like it!