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Warnings: Violence/Blood, Occasional Language, Sexual Situations, Heavy Homosexual Content (Homophobes, please hit the back button), Sensitive Scenes.

The room was quiet. Not silent. But quiet. The only noises heard were the distant sounds of the city, steady breathing, and the occasional rustle of paper. The room was also dim. The white glow of the computer screen gave light to the dark room. The full moon that shown outside gave the room an ominous glow. The lone human figure didn't notice this though. He was focused on the computer in front of him. Wide grey eyes stared at the words resting under a picture of a 42 year old man.

...has died from a heart attack... words were muttered softly, coming from the hunched detective.

Kira.

L stood up from his chair. He was feeling unbearably hungry. Watari had left, mentioning something about stocking up on cream. L, in his usual slouch, walked out of his room and into the small hallway the hotel suite offered. He walked towards the kitchen, avoiding any furniture in his way. The moon gave enough light for him to be able to get through with out bumping into anything. Even though the room already lacked that much furniture to begin with. A small love seat, an arm chair, a coffee table and a couple of electronics were all the main pieces L had decided to keep in the living room.

L stood at the kitchen doorway and combed his hair with his fingers with one sweeping motion, but not to try to calm his hair down. He just felt the need to fidget. Sighing, he turned on the kitchen light and walked towards the refrigerator. He stared blankly at the note that was taped to the fridge door. L didn't have to read it to know it was Watari who wrote it, and the words on the paper stating he should eat something healthier. L opened the fridge door slightly, and peered inside. L looked over the food and decided to stick with left over strawberry cheesecake.

Grabbing a fork, he took the whole cake. Leaving the kitchen he turned off the light and walked back towards his room, completely forgetting to shut the fridge door. When he was back in his room and sitting on his chair, he went back to work. He was about to sink his fork into the yummy cake, but he stopped. His body went stiff. His movements froze. L had heard a noise. It sounded very much like a thump, mixed with a hiss. But where had it come from? He was sure it was nearby, as it didn't sound distant at all. Quickly, he decided he should ignore it, for now. He went back to his cake and he almost smiled. Cake was much more important than something that could have been part of his imagination due to lack of sleep. He let out a quiet moan when the sugar hit his taste buds. It had been hours since he last swallowed anything sugary, as his main focus was on Kira. That reminded him... he forgot to tell the task force about the extra meeting tomorrow. He was getting quite sloppy with his work.

A couple of minutes passed by, and L started feeling uneasy. Getting off the computer chair, he placed his cake on the desk. He found himself staring out the window. His eyes were blank. Turning around, he stared at the bed instead. Trying to go to sleep wouldn't be a good option, since he would be up all night, and his mind would travel towards the Kira case. L touched his hair again. But he could focus on the Kira case as much as he would like to either, his thoughts would travel everywhere and weren't in order. There were a lot of questions that needed answers... L would find the answers. He always did. Maybe he should try to medit-

His thoughts were cut short when he felt something grab his right leg. He had no time to react as he was pulled to the ground. Despite the painful ache coming from his head, there was no sign of pain coming from him. Although his eyes had ever so slightly widened in surprise. He watched as a figure moved under his bed. He felt the tight grip around his ankle disappear. The pale hand crawled up his leg, and attached to the hand was obviously, an arm. There was an wrist length white sleeve covering it. The hand squeezed his knee with a firm grip. L swiftly lifted his left leg before bringing it down, aiming straight for the silhouette.

But the abnormal person under his bed had quickly grabbed L's bare foot, and held onto it. Tightly. And in under half a second, he was pulled under the bed, roughly. But not his whole body, only up to his mid-thighs. His wrists were grabbed and the figure had fully emerged from under the bed. The figure straddled L's hips, and he paused his movements for a moment. The man, yes, the man (L was now one hundred percent sure of it), now had him nearly completely vulnerable. L could bite and try to scratch, but that would most likely put him in danger, so L refused to take any action at the moment. He would rather preserve his life for as long as he could. He saw no point of taking unnecessary actions that would not only do nothing, but would increase the chance of angering the man.

He felt the figure move, and lean in towards him. A tresspassing chin touched the crook of his neck. Hot breath hit his skin before one horrible word was whispered to him.

"Lawliet..."

He recognized that voice. It could only belong to one person. His voice, Beyond Birthday's... it was filled with hate. Resentment. Loathing. Envy. Agony. Defeat. Shame. Neglect. Pain. Just like the last time he saw him, behind bars. L had not experienced any of those emotions in a long time, but he had learned how to read other people thoroughly.

"B- Backup...?" L knew it was a mistake, a big mistake, but it was a slip of the tongue. Something he normally could have controlled. But memories were flowing into his head, and L had to regain his composure.

He felt Beyond freeze. L did as well. Beyond refused to breathe. As did the detective. L looked up when he felt Beyond raise his head. L was now staring into orbs of red. They glowed, hauntingly. He could never forget the way Beyond stared at him now, or back then. L didn't turn his eyes away though. No matter how dangerous B's eyes may have seemed, they were entrancing. Beyond Birthday's eyes were different. No one but L, and he was ninety-six percent sure that B, noticed. It was either that, or no one seemed to care that glowing pools of red were constantly fixed above your head, before a smirk was fluttered onto pale perfect lips. ...Did he just think that? Of course he did. No matter, what ever his eye colour was, he highly doubted it was important at the moment.

The two just stared at one another. They stared for what seemed like hours. The detective felt the grip around his wrists loosen, before they completely disappeared. L didn't let himself relax though. He knew Beyond would act negatively towards this. He was right. Two hands had wrapped around his neck. L didn't show any sign of fear. This seemed to increase the anger in the air that surrounded Beyond's body, and, around his soul. B squeezed his hands.

"Don't ever refer to me as that again, L. Lawliet. I am not your backup, nor will I ever be!" his words started low and firm, but he finished with a powerful yell. L still didn't make any reactions, he just stared at Beyond. Beyond squeezed harder, and the older one tried to gain some oxygen. L was now gasping and panting, but no signs of a fight. This just wasn't like L.

"You treated me, no, all of us like dogs getting pampered to do what you want!" Beyond was mad. Angry. But sarcasm soon joined,"Did you know I was sent to a Mental Asylum? I'm sure you did! After all, as the world's greatest detective, you should have access to your own student's information! Right?"

"Don't worry L. You won't die. Not today. Did you know? I could torture you? I could rip up your heart with a blending machine, then drink it all up?" Beyond started laughing. He let go of L. He noticed, but still kept on laughing. Suddenly he stopped.

"I hate you, L. Lawliet."