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Chapter 1

Light grimaced at the feel of crumbs beneath his palms, as he climbed onto the bed. Usually L had Watari change the sheets during the day, giving Light at least some time without crumbs, but Watari had been really busy the entire day, not even having time to bring L treats. Light figured the old man was taking care of something to do with the Yotsuba group. They were going to go through with a plan to arrest Higuchi the following day.

"Light-kun?"

Light realized he was still staring at the crumb-covered sheets. L was already on his own side of the bed, lap top in place on his bent knees, somehow. Light sighed. "Can you at least help me wipe off the crumbs you created, since you insist on eating in bed?"

L set down the lap top. "Thirty percent chance Light-kun is Kira, for distracting me from my work." Despite saying this, he started brushing the crumbs on Light's side onto the floor. He picked the lap top back up. "I need to research the Yotsuba group further and go over today's video feed. Please keep from distracting me."

Light rolled his eyes, getting beneath the blanket. There were still some crumbs, but not nearly as many. He lay on his side, watching as the detective typed away. The computer screen was reflected as dark rectangles in L's eyes. It wasn't like he could sleep with such a bright, glaring light. Around midnight, after a long and hard day of work, Light could usually fall asleep with a blaring car horn in his ear. However, it wasn't midnight. It was 9' o clock at night.

Deciding he wasn't going to get any sleep, and it wasn't fair for him to be ignored, he used his arms to push himself into a sitting position. Slowly, he inched his way over to L, smirking as he managed to press his lips to L's neck. The detective froze, the sharp clacking of keys coming to a halt.

"Light," he warned, the word vibrating into Light as his lips slowly traveling to L's jaw bone with kisses. "Light," he said, more harshly, but also more breathily. He pushed Light away, in turn causing the lap top to fall off of his lap. Dark obsidian locked on warm brown. "I am trying to work. Restrain yourself." Even as L said this, his hands- placed on Light's shoulder's to hold the boy at bay- were starting to travel to the thin material of Light's nightshirt.

The teenager shivered as hands he already knew to be soft worked their way under his shirt. "L," he breathed, gripping the detectives face in his hands and yanking L in for a kiss.

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Light watched as his father brought the black notebook- seconds ago in Higuchi's car- up to the helicopter. L took it, and looked in the direction of the spazzing police. His eyes widened only fractionally, but months chained together allowed Light to know it for the surprise it truly was. He took the notebook from L...

The world spun around him, pictures flashing before his eyes, the only sound a lot screaming-his own?- resounding in his ears. Pictures became memories, swiftly settling into recollections. Light felt his lips twitch. He had won.

"Is Light-kun alright?" asked L, dark eyes prodding and analyzing.

"Yeah, I was just taken aback by the monster," said Light. Somehow he felt L didn't buy it. L always could tell when Light was lying... That was another reason why he had to die. Light made a show of matching the victims in the book with a victim list on the web, turning slightly away from L. This accomplished, he let his smirk surface. He opened his watch and removed the needle... pricked his skin... and wrote Higuchi's name in blood.

When the criminal collapsed of a heart attack, Light had a hard time forcing his smirk into an expression of shock. He let his eyes fall on L. It was fun while it lasted, but the detective was going to die at the feet of his God.

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Light played the part of curious disbelief, listening as Aizawa translated the rules in the Death Note from English to Japanese. He waited...

Ah, there it was. The 13 day rule. As Aizawa finished reading, all eyes directed on Light.

"So he couldn't have been Kira!" said Matsuda, eyes shining with joy. "Light was in containment for a lot longer than 13 days, and there were no killings. And he's still alive! He's innocent!"

"That would mean the chains can come off," said Soichiro.

L wasn't meeting anyone's eyes, his own black orbs directed at the floor. "Yes... that seems to be the case. First I would like one last interview with Light-kun, just as an extra precaution."

"What for? He's been proved innocent. I think he deserves a break," said Matsuda.

Light offered a smile to the investigation team. "It's fine. L hates to lose, so this reaction is to be expected. I'll humor him." After all, what could it hurt? He was now a free man.

He had barely gotten the words out, however, before L started to walk off, forcing Light along by the chain. They arrived in the bedroom they had shared for so long. Light raised a brow. Light knew he was good, but L couldn't possibly be that desperate for another go... Or maybe he realized his death was now secured, so he might as well get some pleasure before he dies?

L uncuffed the handcuff around his own wrist. Usually Light's mind was quick, but he was stuck in the high of winning. The threading of the end of the chain through the headboard only went noticed when he was pulled via the chain onto the bed, his free hand suddenly cuffed.

Light glared furiously up at the detective from his position on the bed, hands chained above his head. "What kind of interview would this be?"

"Will Light-kun admit to being Kira?"

The anger in Light's voice was sincere, as he said, "This again? Let me go. It's illegal to hold an innocent person captive like this."

"Let me rephrase that," said L, opening his laptop and clacking away, the back of the computer all Light could see. "Admit to being Kira and I will make sure you get life in jail instead of death row. You can still have visitors. Consider it."

"I don't understand. We're chained together for months, and only when I'm proved innocent do you chain me to the bed and insist I confess. I'm not Kira. You're wrong. Get that through your thick skull!" Light yanked fruitlessly at the chains, getting the loud clanging of metal against wood and walls for his effort.

L turned the computer around, and instructed, "Watch."

Light looked at the computer screen, and felt red hot anger melt into cold fear. No. It isn't possible... There, on the screen, was a still frame of himself in the helicopter. L pressed play.

No, no, no, this could not be happening. His perfect plan... ruined because of a camera? He watched himself write down Higuchi's name with blood. When the scene had ended, L shut the lap top and set it aside. "The moment we left the investigation room, Watari showed the taskforce this video. Confess, Yagami Light."

If Light's hands had been free, he would have them tangled in his hair out of distress. Was that enough evidence? Could they send him to jail- to death with this video? He had to calm down. He had to think.

They would probably test out the piece of paper in his watch. Light glanced at his wrist. When had the watch been removed? They had it, and once they tested the paper Light would be irrefutably guilty. He had to give them a reason to keep him alive. Long enough for him to find a way to escape.

That's it... He locked eyes with L, allowing a smirk to overtake his features. "What if I told you there was another Death Note that I had hidden?"

L's eyes narrowed. "I would say Light-kun better tell me if he doesn't want it tortured out of him."

"You can't torture me without sufficient evidence. A piece of paper with a name on it isn't enough. I just wrote his name down on a whim on a paper I kept in my watch. He had a heart attack from the stress of the situation." The lie wasn't for the sake of saving himself. It was for the sake of buying himself time.

"Light-kun is a bad liar. However, Wedy is already delivering the paper. A criminal on death row is to write his own name on it. If he doesn't die, he is to go free. We should know the results within the hour."

Damnit. Light had thought he would at least get a couple of days. Didn't L have to go through legal processes for that? When had he had the time to do all of this?

The answer came unbidden. "Watari."

"Yes, it is with Watari's help that you have been caught. I had him set up the camera's in the helicopter based on a hunch. He had been watching the video feed on the way back, and instantly made arrangements for the testing of the paper." Then, L smirked. His eyes gleamed with unabashed smugness and joy. "It's my win, Kira-kun."

If Light's hands had been free, he would have strangled the bastard with his bare hands. Hell with the death note. L needed todie now, in any way possible. He needed to lose that triumphant expression. How dare he look at Kira, his God, in such a way?

"So where is the second notebook? If it truly exists."

Light laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Indeed, I would. If Light-kun refuses to tell me, he will be subjected to torture. You have an hour to confess before I can legally torture you. The choice is yours."

Light scoffed. "You won't get anything from me."

"What does Light-kun hope to gain by taunting me with this information? Longer to live? A chance at escape? I assure you, escape is impossible."

It was Light's turn to smirk. "Of course. You're the great detective L. I'm sure you'll have it so I can't escape for the life of me."

"Half an hour, Light-kun."

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