Chapter One

Light's eyes slid open as he awoke from another nightmare; feeling empty inside.

The sounds from the street continued on dully in the city below, while he pulled the blankets closer to himself in the bed that he and L use to share while they had been chained together- when the detective had suspected him of being Kira. Light had thought at the time that he wasn't, was glad to find himself grasping at faint memories that had nothing to do with him being the killer, but after a while, he began to realize, that things were wrong...

There had been holes, gaps, circumstances that he couldn't quite fit in with everything else. He started to acknowledge the possibility that just maybe, he had been...

Kira.

Light shivered and pulled the blankets in even tighter. They still had the pale detectives scent on them. If he closed his eyes, he could even just imagine him laying there beside him again. There was a pain in his chest that hadn't left him ever since it had happened, and tears stung at his eyes as he tried to block out those last moments when L had looked at him, and he had looked back- smiling, how could he have been smiling? And then, it had hit him. It was over, and the part of him that was Kira had taken joy in that triumph, before shying away and the side of him that was Light was left to process it...

No, it wasn't over. L was just...

"Light-kun?"

A voice, soft and faint called his name and his eyes flew open, looking around the room. There was nothing there. Had he just imagined it?

Light rolled over onto his back, and his eyes drifted back closed, but he couldn't sleep. He lay awake, listening, hoping that he would hear that voice again...

"Light-kun," This time he sat up, blinking away tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He had definitely just heard it that time, that voice though, it couldn't be...

"L?" He questioned quietly, feeling a lump build up in his throat and he swallowed it away quickly. The room was empty, and almost completely dark. His heart sank as he realized that there was no-one there.

He sat up, and walked away from the bed; stopping as he saw a flash of white at the corner of his vision, then turned to realize that what he had only seen were the clothes that the detective must have laid out on the arm chair, ready for him to change into the next day. Light wondered if he knew, when he had put them there, that he wouldn't be needing them...

He walked over and picked up the white shirt hesitantly. L had always worn the same thing everyday, and it was strange to see the clothes now without their owner... Light froze as he saw a glimpse of himself in the mirror across from him. A man that he no longer recognized stared back, with a maniacal grin. Kira.

Or was that... his smile? The reflections expression faltered as he stared at it, hating the person that he saw. Light Yagami; he was meant to be the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect person, and L had seen through all that completely. He was the only one who had ever known him for who he truly was. Not Light, or Kira, but some blurred existence that was caught in-between, so similar to the detective himself. The world, and their circumstances had changed them both and had made them enemies.

No, Light thought. I did that. The Death Note has the power to change peoples fate. It changed mine, and L's... if it hadn't been for it, if I hadn't used it...

"You're getting warmer, Light-kun."

Light dropped the shirt from his hands and turned around, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. "L?" He questioned again, then stopped as he looked back into the mirror.

Behind him, was L standing there smiling at him. His hands were in his pockets, and his raven black hair messy as it always was. The dark rims around his eyes seemed to be a little fainter, but otherwise... he looked exactly the same.

The teen stared into the glass, too afraid to take his eyes from it for a moment before he checked over his shoulder. No-one. He turned back around.

The mirror was again empty except for himself.

"L...?" His voice wavered as he took a step closer, arms outstretched towards the cold surface of the glass, flinching as the tips of his fingers touched it. "L... please come back," He pleaded, feeling his legs weaken from under him. He fell to the floor and hung his head, trying to hold back tears. He didn't want to be alone again, but more than that, he didn't want to be without-

"Light-kun, I'm right here."

Light slowly lifted his head up to see L standing behind him again; his reflection in the mirror put a hand down to his shoulder and Light could feel a corresponding weight touching him. He raised his own hand to hold it, but it fell through and landed onto his jacket.

"L... ?"

The detective smiled. "Yes, Light-kun. I couldn't leave this world because of you,"

Light took in a shaky breath as he stared at the reflection for a few moments, too scared to turn around again, and that L might disappear. "Because of me?" He questioned quietly.

"That's right, or rather, because of this," Light's heart quickened in his chest as the detective leaned over; his mind going blank as he felt soft lips against own, fingers tracing up his neck as a warm and dizzying sensation filled him. He stared at L through half hooded eyes, to make sure that he wouldn't vanish again, and he leaned into the kiss only to find himself falling forward...

He threw his arms in front of him and he stared at the floor, L had taken a step back, but he was sure that he had started falling before then...

"How... how is this possible...?"

The detective placed his hands back in his pockets, and thought for a moment. "Just before my death, we shared a kiss..." Light looked up at him and nodded slowly. "That kiss led me to have regret in my life, and now I'm bound to this world because of it..."

The brunette stared at him, then pushed himself up from the floor. L was standing in front of him now, and if he hadn't known any different, it was just like he was a real person, but instead, he was... a ghost? A spirit?

"I can't touch you, can I?" Light questioned hesitantly, and L shook his head sadly. "It doesn't seem that way,"

They both stood there in silence as several minutes passed by.

"I'm sorry," Light eventually admitted, the words catching in his throat as L stared at him with an unreadable gaze. "I don't even deserve to say it, but, I... it was too late..."

A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door and both of them jumped slightly at hearing it. Light hesitated, then opened it- almost the same hue of hazel eyes staring back at him; Soichiro was glancing in at him worriedly. "Light? I didn't think that you would be asleep... I just wanted to check on you, make sure that you hadn't..." He left it hanging and cleared his throat. "Well, after that talk, I was worried that you might start thinking about certain things..."

Light opened the door and allowed his father to come in, remaining silent as he looked from him to L cautiously.

Am I the only one who can see him? He thought, as Soichiro took a seat on the end of the bed; the brightness from the hallway creeping it's way into the room. "After you told me about how you feel for L, I was a little shocked, and, maybe... I didn't really know how to handle it. I'm sorry, that I wasn't more understanding then..." Light felt himself blush as L walked up to his father curiously, examining his face as he spoke. He glanced up at the teen questioningly. "How you feel for me?" The detective repeated; a small smile tugging at his lips.

Light swallowed another lump in his throat and turned back to his father. "No dad, it was my fault too, it was bad timing with the Kira case... I guess, I just needed someone to talk to..." He trailed off, feeling tears building behind his eyes again, even though L was right there. No-! He shook his head. He'd done that though, hadn't he? He'd killed the one person that he'd ever-

"You really loved him, didn't you?" Soichiro asked.

Light looked away, then glanced back at L who was staring at him intently. He gave a small nod.

"Yeah... I do..."

His father grimaced sadly before he walked over and briefly hugged his son. Light stayed limp in his arms, knowing how undeserving he was of any compassion, but stared back at him with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'm alright, dad. I'd just like to stay here for a while, that's all."

Soichiro nodded. "Yes, I understand son. I'll leave you alone now, I'm sorry I came around so late, but I was worried... If you want to take some time off from the case, I think that we'd all understand."

Light lowered his gaze to the floor, nodding slightly "I should be okay, but... thanks..."

His father smiled at his son, then left the room; closing the door so that it was dark once again. Light sat on the bed and averted his gaze awkwardly. When he had lost his memories of being Kira, he had told his dad that he had started having feelings for L, although at the time he thought that the detective would have never shared them back. When they had kissed just before his death it came as a shock to him that L had felt the same way, but by then it was already too late... L was going to challenge Kira, Light was going to defeat L, and Rem had been put in a position where she would protect Misa from them both, even if it cost her her own life...

"There's no point in thinking about that now, Light-kun, we can still make things right..."

Light started out of his thoughts to find L holding his hand and he looked up at the detective quickly. "How did you know what I was...?"

The detective smiled. "Haven't you figure it yet, Light?" He leaned in closer to whisper in the teen's ear, who shivered as he felt L's surprisingly warm breath against his neck. "I can also read your thoughts." Light stared at him wide-eyed, then the detective laughed- a sound that he had never heard before. "No, not really. I just thought that it would be fun to say that. By the way," He added "... do you know if they've already thrown out my cake? I'm kind of craving strawberry cheesecake right now..."

Light blinked a few times, as he processed the strange request. It seemed odd that L would just forgive him so easily for what had happened, but he supposed that he was right, there would be time to talk about things later, but for now, they had each other, and it was more than he could have ever hoped for. But still, there were a lot of things that didn't seem entirely right...

"L, how can you not hate me for what I've done... ? How can you even joke around right now?" He asked.

The detective looked back at him almost blankly, then shook his head. "You're right, I'm sorry," He paused shortly, sweeping a thumb across his lips. "Are you tired?" He questioned suddenly. "Yagami-san said that you might have trouble sleeping? I can hold you if you like?"

Light flushed and looked away. This definitely wasn't the side of L that he was used to seeing, though he gave a small nod, and lay his body down onto the bed again, carefully pulling the blankets up to his face as he felt the detectives thin arms wrap around him; his nose burying into his back. Light closed his eyes. He had only just realized how much he had been shaking before, and he tried to stop as he breathed in again the scent that was L, only this time, it was a lot more comforting.

"Goodnight, Light-kun." The detective mumbled quietly, and the teen snuggled his head into the pillow, nodding, already almost feeling himself fall into sleep.

Goodnight, L...

A/N. Hello C: I'm new to writing but I hope that you liked this chapter. I really would like to continue this story so any advice or feedback would be greatly appreciated, because I think that I probably make a lot of mistakes (. .') This was inspired by the anime 'Dusk Maiden of Amnesia' for anyone who has seen it, although there are a few slight changes to fit in with Death Note and the LxLight plot C: Hopefully I will see you in the next chapter, thanks for reading and please review if you like :)