this is my first fanfiction, so plz be kind :)

imperfectly perfect:

"Hey F*g!"

Yeah that is how most people get my attention. And believe me, it's not just some little inside joke, I sure as hell don't find it very funny. Everyone here at Wammy house calls me that. Well except my partner L.

L and I have been working together since I first arrived at Wammy house six years, 3 months, 12 hours and about 3 minuets ago. Yes I actually keep count, why? Because that was when I saw the most perfect creature on this earth. L. To most, he just looks like some strange individual. But to me he is so much more. The most perfect being and my secret crush.

Ok, so maybe everyone is right I'm homosexual, but must they refer to me in such a derogatory way? Of course I have told no one of my sexual preferences, or my crush on my imperfectly perfect L.

Ignoring what was being said, I walked put the last flight of stairs on my way to my bed room.

"Hello" "Mmmm?" I hummed as I turned to see L seated next to me on the bed 'when did he get here?' "Are you alright? Have they bothered you again?" did I forget to mention that L is not just my crush but my best friend? "What? Who?" "I see so they have" "L… Please do not worry about me" "Was it not you that said we were friends. Isn't it a friend's job to worry?"

Flopping back on the blue blankets that had been placed on the bed earlier that morning, I looking up to meet L's curious gaze.

"What?" I asked, not really expecting him to say anything. He never does when he starts thinking. "…Stay still…" was all he mumbled as he leaned down a little, as if inspecting something. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked as I reached up to wipe my cheek with my sleeve.

Catching my wrist in a soft grip, L leaned in closer. Before I was able to utter a single word. I found that his lips had gently covered my own. L closed his eyes, as some of his soft black hair fell in front of them. I allowed my eyes to close, allowing myself to feel, not see. The kiss tasted sweet and it was so soft. I could just feel how delicate his lips where as the ghosted over mine.

In my opinion the kiss ended all too soon, but he pulled away and let my wrist drop to my side. From my position on the bed, now under L, I looked up only to see a light blush now covering his otherwise emotionless face. My cheeks had taken on a deep crimson, during to kiss and I'm sure that colour still remains painted across them.

L abruptly sat up, while I remained lying down on the bed. As L got off the bed and headed for the door I took a deep breath and managed to ask why he had done it. His reply was simply "it was an experiment" 'God L you know how to make a guy feel special' I though as I looked towards to wall.

"But I would like to perhaps test it again. My results still seem a little inconclusive" was all he said as he opened the door and left. 'Is it just me, or was L smiling when he left, maybe I'm just a little light headed from the kiss…'

I may not know what his experiment is, but if it involves something like that, I'm all for it.

Smiling I grabbed my pillow from the end of my bed and hugged it to my chest.

I don't think it's just a crush anymore. I think I may be in love with the most imperfectly perfect, L.