Okay, so this is kind of short but it's my first fanfic and the first chapter. I had started working on a different one but my computer CRASHED! i lost all of the work for it, it still makes me sad. but I'm gonna try to do this one first to work on my abilities of writing!

I hope you all enjoy what i give you now! ^^

I do not own Death Note, sadly, if i did than there would be alot more people falling on their faces! ^^

WARNING! this shows boyxboy relationships if you no likey no ready kk?

Shonen-ai i believe is what it's called, this one in particular is LxLight.

Rated M for probably language, suggestive thought, and lemons.

Yes is dare! mwahahahahaha! Even if this story crashes and burns i will have my army of monkeys pick up the pieces!

Random? yes. Insane? yes. But everyone will probably survive.

Urg. Another night and no leads on the Kira case. L tapped the table next to his glowing monitor in frustration. Anyone one of these decrepit Neanderthals could be a Kira…

L needed to clear his mind. The Frustration would probably start to affect his work if that kind of thinking kept up.

Watari came over to L with a fresh new batch of criminals killed off by Kira, this only making L want to groan if not for the fact that he hid his emotions, at all costs.

L peered cautiously at the person sitting next to him. Light, who was now chained to him, was a mystery in himself. The boy had been very critical and careful with his words when L had first met him. At that point in L's life he wanted nothing more than to punch Light in the face, even if the younger man was probably the only one to match L's genius.

But then in the cell, he suddenly changed, the once cold, harshly calculating eyes turned into innocent, curious, doe eyes and his face almost brightened up after the two weeks had passed. Though Light was still calculating he had gained a personality that L had to admit he enjoyed. The conversations between them were no longer guarded but open and easily flowed from one topic to the next. They had even developed some personal jokes between them.

L inwardly sighed, scolding himself. He shouldn't be getting so close to his main suspect. He shouldn't be enjoying his time with a mass murderer literally drinking tea and eating cakes! Though it was only L who did this, Light seemed to be more inclined to ordering only a drink when it wasn't a meal time, and then the drink was very simple like black coffee or water, sometimes he had herbal tea but usually that was only on the weekends. Why only the weekends Light had herbal tea L had no idea to. He stored that in the ever growing list of 'Things to Find out About Light'.

As of the present Light was typing at a continuous rate studiously working, as L tried to concentrate, which usually came easy to him. Though now his concentration seemed to have abandoned him, that traitorous concentration that had never failed him before seemed to be on holiday. L, who now suspected he was low on sweets, now imagined a blob of gray, to which was probably his concentration, collectedly sipping lemonade on a beach.

L realized the ridiculousness of this kind of thinking and added ten more spoonfuls of sugar to his tea.

With said tea sugared to L's liking, he turned his attention back to Light who seemed to be a very easy topic to worm its way into L's mind. This had been a thing that had L confused. For instead of thinking of Light and how he could be Kira, he found himself thinking of how often Light smiled, and when he did smile he thought of how every detail on his face seemed to go together perfectly. Light's profile when he sat, stood, walked, typed, it all seemed to be perfect, and not in the obnoxious way but in a calm and dignified way. L gazed at Light now lost in thought about anything that regarded the teen, from the way his hair was parted, to how the seams of his pants formed around his-

Stay away from that topic L! he inwardly scolded himself for even letting his mind journey close to that kind of thinking.

L then noticed that the sounds of typing stopped and the links of the chain binding their fates together clinked as Lights chair swiveled to face L.

"Hey, L?"

"Yes, Light-kun?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

Damn caught.

"Why would you suspect that I would be staring at you, Light-kun?"

"Why else would you answer my question with a question if not to avoid answering the question that I had asked?"

"Perhaps, Light-kun," L pronounced each of the syllables of the younger mans name carefully openly challenging him to a duel of the minds, "I am simply staring off as I think of ways to solve this Kira case you stuck us in with your reluctance to confess what you are."

"First of all, Ryuzaki," Light meeting the challenge with an equal pronunciation of syllables, "I am not Kira. Secondly, your computer has nothing to do with Kira on it…you were playing solitaire, and you haven't even finished yet. But that doesn't justify that you were staring at me, it only signifies that you most likely weren't thinking of Kira at the time you began your staring, what justifies that you were staring at me was the fact that your eyes were moving up and down the eye scope of my body, and nowhere else."

Great now I was found out about staring at his body too, Light seems to be getting more cunning as the days progress, maybe I should make him watch that American show the tellitubbies or something to dull that brain of his, but being chained to him would mean I'd be in the same room as that stupid show.

"Either" Light continued, "you were trying to figure out what I was thinking, or, you just like my body."

"Hn." L said, he had been bested, but that didn't mean he had to admit it. Just to take a different approach, "To assume such thinking of someone of like me seems to be a little arrogant of you Light-kun. I would suspect that you simply added that comment to try and embarrass me; I will say to you that that is not a simple feat; childish jeering won't phase me like that. Light-kun should know better than that… though I cannot deny that Light's body is very pleasing to the eye."

Now all I have to do is wait for Light to start shouting and then when he tries to punch me we can fight…until Matsuda tries to break us up.

But this time one of those few chances arrived in which L was mistaken, instead of going off shouting a L as he had predicted, Light jerked his chair back to the monitor screen, and hunched slightly over the keyboard with his face downcast. But as L noticed Light's failed attempt at hiding the emotions on his face only one thing crept across L's mind.

Was Light blushing?

I'm not going to change it much, just make it look a bit nicer. I forgot the page break last time. Some minor changes. The rest of the chapters are going to be republished as well.