iPod's A/N: Hi everyone! Enjoy this story by Chips and I! (Chips is too lazy to write an A/N.)
Light's POV: Written by The iPod Addict.
L's POV: Written by ChipsAhoyPup.
The story starts right after Light's confinement.
Disclaimer: Neither of us own Death Note.
Light's POV
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That was the sound of my worst problem. "Are you sure this is necessary, Ryuzaki?"
"This is as difficult for me as it is for you," L said. I doubted that.
Misa walked over. "So is this what you meant by being together 24 hours a day with him? Looking at you I never would've guessed. Are you on that side of the fence, Ryuzaki?"
"I told you, I'm not doing this because I want to, okay?"
She pouted, grabbing hold of my arm. "But Light belongs to me! I don't wanna share him with you! If you're with him 24/7 then how are we supposed to go on dates together?"
"Oh, you could still go on dates but it'll have to be the three of us."
"No way! Are you telling me we have to kiss in front of you and stuff?"
"I'm not telling you to do anything but, yes, I suppose I would be watching."
"That's so gross! You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"Light, please make Misa stop talking now."
I wanted to groan. My annoying girlfriend and my childish new chainmate are going to by arguing over me 27/7.
Wow, wait. Not like that. I may be gay but I'm surely not into L. Ew. Besides, I don't think he has a sexuality. In fact, is he even human?
Sighing, I grabbed Misa's shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Look, this is the only way to prove I'm not Kira. Do you want L to send me to death row?"
"Of course not! Misa loves Light!" She looked worried and scared. Poor girl. I wonder how would she react if she found out she was in love with someone gay.
I hugged her. In a way, I almost felt bad for the girl. I was only using her as a cover to show I actually like girls. Which I don't.
"Let's go on a date later, okay, Light?" she cheered, back to her happy-self.
In fact, I'm pretty sure Misa ruined the chances for every girl on this planet. Like I said. Almost.
"Um-," I stalled, trying to think of an excuse.
"Light-kun and I will be very busy working on the Kira case," L said. I wanted to smile. At least that meant no Misa.
"Well how about tom-?"
"Busy," he interrupted.
"The next d-?"
"Busy."
I wanted to smirk. L was pretty childish.
"The week aft-?" Misa all but begged.
"Bu-," he tried once again.
"How about I call you, Misa?" I interrupted.
Once again, she was overly cheerful. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
Which felt a whole lot like a tackle.
"Okay! Bye ~Light~! Misa will miss you!" she called as we left.
I turned around to wave at her as to not appear rude but was suddenly yanked away by my wrist.
"Huh?" Shit, I forgot about the chain. L kept walking, heading over to the stairs.
I stopped walking. "Ryu-? Woah!"
I fell forward, regaining my balance before I went face-first into the carpet. All this time he still didn't turn around, just continued to keep walking along and pulling me along like some kind of dog.
L's dog.
The thought made me blush a little for some reason and I felt something in my stomach. I reached a hand to touch my stomach but it was quickly pulled away.
By the chain.
Attached to L.
Who just kept walking.
I groaned and focused on walking so he wouldn't pull me along.
It was going to be a long day.
L's POV
"Are you sure this is necessary, Ryuzaki?" my brand new chainmate asked.
"This is as difficult for me as it is for you," I replied, staring intently at the chain.
"So is this what you meant by being together 24 hours a day with him? Looking at you I never would've guessed. Are you on that side of the fence, Ryuzaki?" the annoying, blonde-haired girlfriend of Light's chirped, doing some odd hand gesture.
"I told you I'm not doing this because I want to, okay?" I repeated with a sigh. Honestly, did anything even register in her mind? Probably not. My guess is that it went in one ear and out the other. I bet her brain is the size of an acorn.
"But Light belongs to me! I don't wanna share him with you! If you're with him 24/7 then how are we supposed to go on dates together?" Misa whined, clinging her boyfriend. She practically rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Why did everything she talked about have to do with dating and love and all that romantic stuff? It just made me even more agitated with her, if that was even possible.
"Oh, you could still go on dates but it'll have to be the three of us," I pointed out, holding up my cuffed arm as proof. The fact that I could keep her from going out alone with Light somehow satisfied me. In a very unexplainable way.
"No way! Are you telling me we have to kiss in front of you and stuff?" the girl complained. All satisfaction drained from me, and the irritation was back. She just had to mention kissing.
'Are you telling me I have to watch you two kiss in front of me?' my mind snapped back, but I made sure not to blurt it out. Must. Remain. In control. Of my emotions.
"I'm not telling you to do anything but, yes, I suppose I would be watching." My voice was in its usual monotone. None of my emotions were revealed. As per usual.
"That's so gross! You really are a pervert, aren't you?" she shrilled. For some reason, the word 'pervert' had a big effect on me. Because, how could someone with no emotions at all- especially passionate ones- be a pervert? And, the effect that the word had on me, was slight depression. Mixed with a large amount of irritation.
I swear, every time Misa opens her mouth, it results in me feeling partially irritated. And by partially, I mean 80 percent of all my emotions. The rest are due to what ever she actually says.
"Light, please make Misa stop talking now," I practically pleaded. My mind had started wandering, reminding me of the many years of loneliness that I had lived through, of the fact that I still have no romantic life after 25 years.
He sighed and put his hands on Misa's shoulders, looking deep into her eyes. "Look, this is the only way to prove I'm not Kira. Do you want L to send me to death row?"
She looked… scared. Did she really like him that much? "Of course not! Misa loves Light!" Guess so. "Let's go on a date later, okay, Light?" She was back to her cheerful disposition again. How could someone always be so zealous?
"Um-," he began.
"Light-kun and I will be very busy working on the Kira case," I supplied almost hastily. I didn't want her around. She kept me and Light from having intelligent conversations. It was as if her very presence lowered the IQ of everyone within a 10-mile radius.
"Well how about tom-?" she began.
"Busy," I cut in.
"The next d-?"
"Busy." The fact that she wanted Light so badly bugged me to no end. I was nearly ready to kick her out of the building and declare that she had no connections to Kira in the least.
But no. I can't let my emotions get to me. Finding the murderer is more important than… what exactly was it about Misa that rubbed me the wrong way? Her stupidity? Her constantly cheerful expressions? Her way-too-revealing dresses? Her clinginess to Light?
…Maybe it was all of those combined.
"The week aft-?"
"Bu-," I started, but Light chose that moment to rudely interrupt.
"How about I call you, Misa?" he suggested. I blinked. He interrupted me to say that?
She hugged- actually, it was more of a combination of a tackle and a hug- Light. I brought my thumb up to my mouth and nibbled on my own flesh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough so that the pinching pain kept my mind off of Misa and Light. Every time I saw them together, I had the urge to smother my head in a pillow.
"Okay! Bye ~Light~! Misa will miss you!" Finally, we were free to leave. I let my hand drop to my side, breathing a very silent sigh of relief. Not wanting to spend another second with her, I walked away.
I saw Light make an effort to wave to her. I quickened my pace, changing his chance to be kind to be an idiot. I still didn't fully understand why I hated her so much.
"Ryu-? Woah!" I felt the person on the other end of the chain nearly get a face-full of the floor. Luckily he pulled himself up in time. I pretended that I didn't care enough to look back; I simply continued walking. However, a very small part of my mind, the size of a sliver of cake, was concerned.
He finally caught up, relieving his weight from my arm. I continued to "not notice," even though I had the impulse to ask him if he was all right.
I led the way to the kitchen, not letting the impulse get the better of me. Cake seemed like the only way to get my mind off of things. The 'things' that my mind needed to get off of were as followed: Light, Kira, Misa, Light, the Kira case as a whole, the small pain that buzzed distractedly in my nibbled-on thumb, Light…
Did I forget to mention Light?
"Where are we going?" I heard said boy ask as he followed me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I'm hungry," I answered simply. He became silent. My guess is that he was lost in his own thoughts. Fine by me. I drift off into my own thoughts more often than him anyways. In fact, I had been thinking intently only about a minute ago. And, recently, my thoughts were about him too. (Big surprise, right?) Things like:
'Is he Kira?'
'Was he Kira, and isn't anymore?'
'Have I ever noticed how shiny his hair looks in the sunlight?'
Wait, what was that last one? I don't recall ever thinking that one... Although, my mind has been getting up and walking away a lot lately, and when ever it comes back, I don't seem to remember half the things I had thought beforehand.
I shook off my thoughts once more as we arrived at the kitchen. I immediately went for the refrigerator. I opened it and snatched a cake (Watari always make sure to have plenty in stock, just for me). It was a whole box, so I had to hold it with both hands. I backed up a bit and shut the fridge door with my foot, since I didn't have any free hands. Light gave me a weird look, which I typically ignored.
That's when I realized that I had forgotten a fork. And eating cake with my hands would be unsanitary. "Light-kun, would you be so kind as to get me a fork?"
He stared blankly at me. "A fork...?"
It was as if the word was foreign to him.
"Yes, the type of silverware I would like to use to eat my cake." I sighed impatiently.
"...Oh." He rummaged through a couple of cabinets until he found the forks. He handed me a random fork, which I took with my mouth.
Out of his hand.
I found myself wishing that the metal had been closer to his flesh. He probably tasted good. Like sugar...
Light glanced away as I pulled back. I couldn't see his facial expression. He was probably disgusted with me. I couldn't blame him. Even I was disgusted in myself. My mind had gone too far, wondering what he tasted like... Maybe I really am a pervert.
I shuddered at the thought, then turned and walked to the nearest room that had a chair, head drooping even more than usual.
Light noticed that I was leaving just in time, and hastily prevented himself from getting pulled along again. I pretended to ignore his existence once more.
As I settled down into a chair and began shoveling cake into my mouth, I got wrapped up in my own thoughts for the third time that day.
What are the true chances of Light being Kira? I'd say that the percentage is around… 31 percent. Maybe 31.5...? I don't even know anymore. I have a lot of evidence that makes him a probable suspect. Yet, at the same time, the killings continued while he was in confinement...
But still, there was a two-week break. Right when Light was confined. It surely can't be coincidence that Kira decided to stop killing for two weeks right when Light was prevented from killing. But he picked up killing again after those two weeks.
...And Light has been acting more innocent since confinement... Hmm... I gnawed on the sharp ends of the fork, staring into space.
...23.8 percent.