Hello, everyone. This is my first fic, and I'm hoping it'll come out well. Either way, it's up for anyone to enjoy, hate, and/or throw things at.

I don't own any characters, or the Death note series. I'm not making any profit, etc, etc. You've seen it all before. So yeah, here we go. Fingers crossed!

Skinny, pale, dark hair. He licked his lips, imagining the man in his head. The perfect man. The only one he'd ever longed for…and the one who didn't care at all. But that was all going to change tonight. He'd spent years, following him, watching, waiting. And finally, he knew exactly what he'd do.

Smiling and humming the tune of a song he'd heard the other day, he took up the knife laying next to him looking at his bare chest. Just as pale, he was like a mirror image of his love…just with a few battle scars.

The smile grew wider as he placed the cold tip to his skin, tracing the familiar pattern on his chest, preparing. He winced for just a moment as he broke through the scarred flesh, letting just a little blood fall, catching it with a finger and putting it in his mouth. "Sweet…but how is yours?" He lay back, hanging the knife above his face. Oh, how he longed to know. Soon…soon. As a drop fell from the knife, he caught in on his tongue, going over it all once again, with a long dreamy sigh.

It's time. He smiled, stepping out of the shower and toweling off, all the blood rinsed off now. He had to look perfect to meet perfection. Drying his hair, he dropped the towel, looking himself over one more time. "You're ready…"

He walked over to the dresser beside the bed, singing lightly as he dressed.(To the tune of Misa no Uta.) "Careful what you do…cause B is watching your every move…watch yourself in the dark street…for I'm sure, you know that I am there."

He pulled the black shirt over his head, shaking his hair from his face as he looked at the knife next to the mirror. "Even if you're far away, and alone…you can be sure that I'll find you there…this I know…"

He picked up the knife, wiping a bit of blood from it and putting it in his pocket and walking out to the door, taking a look at his apartment. "I'll draw you close for a while, so quiet…I'll tell you everything…if you've forgotten my name, then you're gonna bleed, but I will forgive…I'm sure that I will forgive…"

He left the dark room, stepping out into the hall, letting the song fade into a hum as he left the building entirely, heading down the streets in the setting sun.

Finally…it was actually happening. He stepped into the apartment building, slipping over to the elevator before the woman at the desk could notice him and heading up. "4-412-92731." He rehearsed flawlessly, the elevator stopping at the fourth floor. He stepped out, humming again as he stepped down the hall. "410…411…here we are." He looked at the keypad lock. He'd thought his love was more subtle than that…but alas, it was not to be.

Entering the code, he heard a click, his heart jumping for joy, as he opened the door silently and stepped inside. It was warm…he could smell sugar on the air. If there were any doubt before… his thought was interrupted as the old one stepped up. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, my apologies, sir." He calmly pulled closed the door and stepped toward the old man. "I'm just here to see L…can he come out and play?"

The man looked at him like he was crazy. He hated the look. "I'm afraid he can't…"

He frowned, hiding his face as he felt tears falling from his eyes. "But…but…but…"

The old man ate it up, stepping closer and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but no one-"

It cut off as his knee collided with his stomach, and the old man collapsed on his shoulder. "There we are…" He set him down on the floor gently, stepping in the direction the old many came from, his heart pounding. It was time. Finally.

He heard slow typing coming from behind a door, a light blue glow emerging from the partially open door. It was him… Silently, he stepped over, pushing open the door and stepping in, watching his love type away about some silly criminal. Slowly, step by step, he made his way over and just as he was about to reach out and touch him, L snapped around and grabbed his arm. "Who are you?" he asked, calmly but firmly.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint." He grinned. "But you forgot…I'm hurt."

L leapt from the chair, flipping him over and dropping him to the floor. "Who…are…you…?"

"You tease, you know me…come here, love!" he easily slipped out of L's grip, flipping over and pinning him down.

"Wait…you?"

"You remember?" His heart was filled with joy, as his eyes ran over the slender body underneath him.

"Yes…you were once very promising…whatever happened to you?"

"Enough!" he yelled, hurt by the accusation. "All I ever did was love you…and you rejected me…you moved on without a care. All those little shits you try to replace me with." He spat next to L's face. "They don't deserve you…"

"And you do? Look what you're doing."

"I'm loving you!" He yelled, grabbing the chair and slamming it against L's head, watching the light leave his eyes as he faded into unconsciousness. "And I will…no matter what." He picked L up, carrying him out to the living room, smelling the sugar on his person. What a night he had planned.