Author Notes: OKAY! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I'm Tkb4 and this will be my real first fanfic! :D

Forget my PMD one…I cannot be bothered finishing it (or even starting it for that matter), cause it's already on my Deviantart Account (which is under the same name as my one)

Ummm, I fail at saying anything witty and stuff in these author comments, but…Um, enjoy the fic?

Disclaimer: Deathnote isn't, and never will be mine. But I have L and Light locked up in my closet right now…*creepy stare*

Chapter 1: Ebony.

The night air was still, the sky pitching itself in a blanket of darkness preparing itself for the autumn winds that were scheduled to arrive early the next morning.

But still the stars shone so earnestly, forever to light the way through the sea of drenching twilight. Hidden behind a palate of clouds the moon silently broke through, sending its illumination to the city nestled below. It traveled through the clear windows of the skyscraper recently built near the western edges of the city, to stop and rest on the peaceful features of a man sleeping.

Well, if sleeping meant closing your eyes and hearing nothing but the clacking sound of fingers thoroughly scanning across a keyboard, then yes.

Light Yagami opened one amber eye wearily, the small but powerful artificial light emanating from a nearby laptop screen reflecting off his dilating pupils.

A slight weight on the left side of the double bed made the mattress tilt downwards on an awkward angle, and it made Light's body tilt in a downwards direction as well.

Not really used to sharing a double bed, the teen was quite annoyed albeit the circumstances. No, in fact, the circumstances he was under right now made his annoyance rate rise dramatically.

But, if he were to lash out without good reason, his 'Kira' percentage would rise as well.

Still…

"Ryuzaki…?" He muttered in a slurred tone, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The bed creased a little as the said man situated in his usual hunched over position shifted his weight and his gaze to look at the younger of the two.

Eyes of ebony essence rose to meet Light's countered hazel ones. A shrill silence hung in the air, giving time for the teen's senses to rush up and meet him so he could mentally (and possibly physically) prepare for the attack the detective was surely plotting.

But all that Ryuzaki did was tilt his head slightly to imply a quizzical look before replying, "Yes, Light-kun?"

Geez, for the world's greatest detective, this guy sure didn't catch on fast.

"Couldn't you maybe just show a little consideration and maybe stop working for a while so I can get some rest?" Light gestured a hand towards the buzzing silver laptop.

But as the panda eyed man blinked and his thumb found its way on the edge of his teeth, Light knew he should've chosen a better approach.

"I'm quite sure you know the answer to that Light-Kun, unless I underestimated your intelligence and you are in fact as stupid as Matusda-san. I must use all of my time to work on this case, or Kira will continue his reign of evil."

Light rolled his eyes and bit back a snide remark, before replying, "But don't you ever need to sleep though?"

"Sleep isn't an option for me either. As you must have noticed, I am an insomniac." L turned his gaze back to his computer and continued typing. "And don't think that small piece of information is enough to find out my real name, so I advise you not to even try."

Light lifted his left wrist to show the handcuff that uncannily bound him to this irritating man. "I couldn't even if I wanted to, which I don't. As long as I'm connected to you, I'm not going anywhere."

Light couldn't even believe he was handcuffed to the world's most famous detective, L. It was a strange turning of events, for the man who never showed his face to anyone had handcuffed himself to his greatest suspect. And it wasn't exactly a walk in the park either.

L had to be the definition of eccentric, some as to go as far and say freak. The older man sat with his knees curled into his chest, had an obsession for sugar, held everything as if it were diseased and had a proclamation against wearing socks.

His appearance suited his ecstatic tendencies as well. His hair was an unkempt raven forest, parts sticking up here and there like a bird's nest. His skin was as pale as snow, and bags under his eyes indicated lack of sleep. The same clothes he wore, day in and day out, consisted of a long sleeved white shirt and baggy jeans that went in comparison with everything else that was just entirely L.

"The reasons for you to be handcuffed to me are entirely necessary, because I suspect you. But these were specifically created so that we have at least a variable distance between us so we can be appropriately mobile."

"Appropriately mobile? Ryuzaki, I'm sharing a bed with you."

"And so goes the saying, 'I'll warm the bed for you.'"

Light sighed and sunk back down in the pillows, slightly defeated by the fact that L just didn't get it. No matter how smart the guy was, the pride he had taken in solving this case had taken over his entire life.

Nothing else mattered to the detective. And when he was done with apprehending the childish murderer, then he would move on to another big case that would take up all his spare time once again.

And when that time came, Light would be cleared of all suspicion. He wouldn't have to be handcuffed to L anymore after all this ended.

That in itself strengthened his resolve to help solve the case and rid him of the thing that made his life hell.

If he was going down, he'd drag L down with him.

"Hey…"

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"Ryuzaki?"

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"Ryuzaki…?"

Clack. Clack. Cl-

"RYUZAKI!"

"Yes Light-kun?" L blinked those large eyes of his.

Light gritted his teeth and raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

"What was what about?"

"Why did you ignore me?"

"Because I knew it would irritate you, and on the whim that perhaps Kira acts out of anger, it thus raises your percentage by about 1.5%"

"Oh my god."

"Do you worship Kira as your God now?"

"No! Seriously, you're annoying as hell Ryuzaki! Why do you keep doing this?"

L raised a finger to his lip in thought. "It is a way of investigating, Light-kun."

Light blinked his eyes in confusion. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. But of course, it was only expected of L. When you thought you knew what he was going to say, he came out with something totally unpredictable that kept your head spinning for days.

But that's what had made L so successful. And it wasn't a problem with Light, who could toss L's words over in his mind and come up with a plausible answer in just under a few seconds.

Light grimaced and crossed his arms. "Do you find this fun?"

Silence from the keyboard. "Excuse me?"

"Do you find all this fun?"

"Implying…which?"

Light rubbed his temples in frustration. " Well the fact that you imply that I'm Kira all the time-"

"Not all the time, Light-kun, but I do suspect you."

"And the fact that you spend every second of the day on that damned computer!"

L arched his eyebrows forward and bore those endless black pits into his own eyes again, admittedly sending chills down Light's spine.

"There is nothing fun about a mass murderer who can kill people with only a name and a face. There is nothing fun about trying to catch a practically elusive criminal. And there is certainly nothing fun about putting our own lives on the line for this case."

Finding a gap in L's retaliation, he pushed even further. "Well, what do you find fun?"

L sighed and gave an unimpressed glance at the teen. "You must be as stupid as Matsuda. I just said that there is nothing-"

But he was cut off when Light gave an impromptu wave of his hand and began to shout, "No! I mean, what do you do in your spare time? Maybe do you go to the movies, or go to the park, or read a book, or…"

"I have no spare time to spare, Light-kun. This case is more important than the day to day activities that normal citizens do."

Light's temper burst. "Just because you're the famous L, doesn't mean you have to think of yourself as being higher than others! All you do is sit inside every day and let your brain rot away in front of that computer screen! It's sorta like how Kira portrays himself as God!"

He heard a slight gasp from the man next to him, and all of a sudden the air was constricted with tension.

L turned, giving a look of pure venom to the teen. "10 percent."

Light mentally berated himself. Fucking L and his equally fucked up mindgames.

Light threw his hands in the air in defeat and turned over to his side, facing away from L. "Whatever. Do whatever the hell you like. It's not like I fucking care."

"Language, Light-kun."

"Oh shut up."

After a few moments of silence, the room was all of a sudden plunged into darkness as L closed his laptop with a soft click.

There was a rustle of blankets, and before Light realised what was happening, he felt L's warm breath on his neck and the man's voice whispering in his ear.

"I am just as equal as anyone else, and nor do I favour myself in god like proportions. I will show you, that I can have what you call 'fun', and I will show you that I am just as normal as you are Light-Kun."

Light could feel L lean closer, but he wasn't sure the detective could close any sort of gap between them. "And then you will see. Justice will prevail."

And as suddenly as he had come, he leaned back into his crouched position and stared off into the unrelenting darkness.

Light closed his eyes, perfectly aware that his heart rate had risen inexplicably higher in the moments that L had been close.

Oh well. At least those damn clacking noises had stopped.

Round 1 to him tonight.

But Light didn't realise the extent on how much real shit he had gotten himself into.

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