Unobserved

Raito woke with a start, jolting up in his bed so suddenly he pulled at the muscles in his shoulders and thus flopped back into the bed with a pained moan. It was early in the morning, too early to be awake as the sun had yet to rise above the clouds and cast its golden light upon the unworthy slime that inhabited the world. He groaned and rolled to the side, eyes searching for the red digits of his clock to tell him the time. 4:32 flashed at him in neon red and again he moaned in irritation. He had work at nine, late due to it being a weekend, and he didn't want to get up and face the cesspit just yet.

Stubbornly, he closed his eyes and cleared his mind in an attempt to go back to sleep. Sleep was his only refuge from the dreary monotony of his days, university, Misa and work and of course, his mission as Kira. No one knew about it and while some suspected but they could prove nothing. He was free to do as he pleased, for the most part, and he laughed in their blind faces from behind his mask of perfection and stoic charm. They all fell for it, like willing lambs to the slaughter.

All but Ryuuzaki.

That infuriating wisp of a man, bony and unkempt as he was, refused to fall for the lies and faces that Raito thrust upon everyone. Ryuuzaki knew what he was, had known the moment their eyes met in that classroom, and it infuriated him. To have such a vapid and fey creature match him as an equal was unacceptable. How could such a socially inept individual be the powerful, brilliant detective L? This man who lived off of sugar and stared up at him with wide, knowing eyes out of his messy, raven locks, how could he be Raito's equal?

Yet he was and Raito despised it.

From the silly, simple smile that spread across his face when someone gave him cake to the disgustingly cute sounds he made when he was concentrating. Raito felt what had to have been loathing welling up in him whenever he saw that slim thumb being chewed on or when the liquid black eyes gazed up at him as calculations and percentages raced through that brilliant mind. Raito hated him with every inch of his being. Hated him so much he could never take his eyes off of him and felt the need to memorize every little habit he had.

Angrily, Raito climbed out of bed as he realised he would sleep no more that night. It was just another thing that he hated about Ryuuzaki; the way he made him always think about him and sometimes dream about him. It was disgusting and he found he couldn't stop. He stomped over to shower, setting the water temperature well below comfortable and just stood there as it beat against his back. 'A few more hours' he mused 'only a few more and then I will have to spend another day in the presence of that insipid brat.'

His body thrummed below him but he payed it no attention. It was not the first he'd felt those urges when in the presence of the man, or even the thoughts of the man, and he believed it came with the need to dominate over the detective in any way he could. Angrily, he rested one hand against the wall while the other sought to remove the feelings. "Ryuuzaki... L..." he muttered, "God I hate you so much."

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A/N I wanted to write something for Death Note, mainly because I love the series. For some reason, this sprang to mind. Raito is in denial, massive amounts of denial. I was considering continuing this but given my track record..... probably not a good idea. Still, if I decide to keep going I will. Reviews are nice too you know?