To Catch a Killer

By: KitKat411

Author's Notes: Hola, ya'll! I honestly don't know why I'm posting this story, other than this:
If I read one more Death Note yaoi story about L and Light, I will spontaneously combust.

No, not really. Personally, I am a yaoi fangirl. However…well, I don't know. I guess I was just bored in Algebra II today.

So…here ya go. I have an OC in here, but she isn't a Mary Sue. ((I hope…)) Anyway, she isn't in it until the very end; it's mostly L and Light. If, however, they are OOC, let me know so I can fix it! I LOVE Death Note, and if my story is one trillionth as good, then I will be one very happy yaoi fangirl.

Oh, and one more thing. I know that this story starts out at an…ah, how shall I put this?...awkward place. However, this chapter was supposed to go much later. I just wanted to write about L. D. Also, I am assuming that all of you know who these people are, anyway.

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"Raito-kun, the probability of you being Kira has increased by another five percent." The speaker ruffled his messy black hair and dropped another sugar cube onto his tongue.

"Ryuuzaki, what did I do now?!?" At this slight outburst, the boy waved his hands in slight irritation. With this noise, however, came the sound of metal chains clanging loudly against each other.

The boy known as Ryuuzaki turned from his computer to stare at the other boy, who was also working at a computer. Although he moved slightly, his posture did not shift an inch. He still had his knees tucked into his chest and his thumb was still slightly inside his mouth.

"Raito-kun, all this protesting and shouting you have been doing recently has increased my suspicions again. If you really weren't Kira you would not mind the slight imposition."

The other boy looked at him, all traces of emotion swept from his face. "L," he said, "you have chained me to you with approximately two meters of metal chains. This isn't a "slight imposition." It's irritating."

Ryuuzaki frowned. "I told you to use my code name, Light Yagami."

Light's patience was slipping away faster than water in his hands. "You called me by my real name, L. Why can I not extend the same courtesy?" Light sneered at the last word. It wasn't often that he lost his temper like this, but being chained to an insomniac detective with a sugar addition could drive anyone insane.

L scowled. He stuck his thumb back in his mouth and stared at the ceiling. "That is true, Light." He said finally. "You should show me a great deal of courtesy."

WHAM!

L fell back, holding his nose. "That hurt."

Light sneered. "Enough courtesy for you, L?"

POW!

Now it was Light who staggered back, clutching his stomach in pain. Evidently L's roundhouse kicks had improved significantly since they had fought last, back in Misa's room.

Without waiting for a reply, Light tore into L. The two of them fell off their chairs and rolled away from the wall of computers. The fights were almost routine now; they practically had it scripted. L would comment on Light's behavior and somehow connect every idiosyncrasy to Kira. Light, frustrated and annoyed at chained to such a pest, would retaliate. They would throw around a few insults until one of them would lose his temper. Then…well, they rolled around the carpets, hitting and kicking each other to relieve their frustrations.

Or to pass the time. Catching Kira wasn't nearly as entertaining as beating each other up.

A few minutes later, Light and L lay on the floor, exhausted. Finally, Light pulled himself up off the floor, dragging L up with him.

"L," he asked with slight sarcasm, "can I go clean up now? I can not work while covered in your blood, and-don't give me that look, damn it! I'm not Kira!"

L wordlessly unlocked Light. There were cameras in the bathroom, anyway. If Light Yagami really was Kira then L would have it forever captured on film. L sat back on his chair, curled his legs up, and prepared to monitor Light.

"L?" The computers stopped showing Light washing his face and instead displayed a large "W."

L pushed the "talk" button on the speaker. "Yes, Watari?" L asked. "Do you have the chocolate cheesecake I asked for?"

L could hear Watari sigh. "Yes, L, but that isn't why I am contacting you. The security guards have informed me that there is a girl in the lobby."

L grimaced. "Send Misa to her room, Watari. I am not in the mood for a love-fest right now."

"No, L. Not Misa; a different girl. Her name is Hilary Fey, and she is demanding to speak with L. She's quite persistent; she's been here over an hour now."

"Tell the special agent to go to the lobby, Watari. The fake L should keep her happy enough."

"L, that isn't going to work. The agent was already deployed to the lobby. This girl knew he wasn't L; she knew he was lying. But L…this girl only saw his face and then…she knew his name."

L stared at the ceiling, frowning in concentration. This girl only saw his face and she immediately knew his name?

All Kira needs to kill are a name and a face…L thought to himself. Could this girl, not Light Yagami, be the real Kira? But if she was Kira, then why would she expose herself? Is she perhaps the second Kira?

L pushed the "talk" button once more. "How dangerous is she, Watari?"

There was a long silence. Finally Watari's voice was heard cracking through the speaker.

"She asked to see Lawliet, L."

L froze. This feeling did not come to him often, but he recognized it at once: panic. If this girl was Kira, then all she needed was to see his face and he would be dead. But what if she wasn't Kira? He would have to deal with her soon, at any rate. She knew his real name.

"Watari?" L said into the speaker, his voice a mixture of nerves and a steely calm. "Send this Hilary Fey up. There is a ninety-seven percent chance that we need to talk."

"As you wish, L. She'll be right up."

And then Watari's voice faded away and L hugged his knees closer to his chest.

What had he just done?