A/N: I never would have come up with this if I hadn't read a certain fic. My buddy Sarah showed me this fic where L made Mello and Near hate each other. So, I decided that L was going to get tortured too. It's karma, bitch! XD Thanks, Sarah. Bet you can't guess what I did to poor little L. And to all the female readers, please don't get mad. It's Paul's fault that there are no girls in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own L or Light…I just like to torture them for fun.
Light and L were considered by most to be a very happy couple. They were a first generation seme and uke couple, a proud testament to years of hard work by scientists trying to save the human race. Light's mother had been one of the last surviving females on earth. A terrible disease that affected only women had killed off all the females. The horrible epidemic had been raging for almost a century. Luckily, that gave scientists enough time to fundamentally alter male DNA. Beginning with L and Light's generation, all men were born as either ukes or semes. Ukes were the only males able to produce children and carry on the human race.
Light and L seemed like an odd couple on the surface. Light was very handsome by society's standards and very charismatic. L, on the other hand, was as pale as a ghost and preferred to stay out of the public eye. But they understood each other well. They had met in the library, searching for the same advanced reading material. And although they were not overly affectionate, no one doubted that they truly loved each other.
Light Yagami, son of police chief Soichiro Yagami, had followed in his father's footsteps. He was now head of the International Bureau of Crime. That involved a high level of diplomatic skill and occasional trips out of the country. L, on the other hand, worked as a detective. Once he went to his office in the morning, he sat behind his computer and he never left until the end of the day. He had very little human interactions, preferring e-mails.
When L came home from work one day extremely late, Light wasn't worried at first. L's hours at his post weren't always the same from week to week. Sometimes L neglected to tell him about day when he stayed late and sometimes if L stopped at the candy store on the way home, he could completely lose track of time.
But as L dragged himself through the door, Light immediately knew something was wrong. "Ryuuzaki?" Light asked worriedly. L had come home empty-handed. No candy, no laptop, no case files to work on with Light.
L stared at the floor. "Raito-kun," he said softly.
"Ryuuzaki, what's wrong?" Light asked, steering L to the couch.
L lifted his gaze and stared vacantly at Light. "Nothing is wrong, Raito-kun." He sounded dead tired.
Light let go of him and backed away slowly. "Ryuuzaki, what the hell happened to you?" Light asked in a quiet voice.
L sagged into the chair. "I will be fine. All I require is the chance to sit down for a few moments. Please do not worry, Raito-kun."
But Light couldn't help but be worried, especially after L fell fast asleep still sitting up.
The next morning, L was gone before Light woke up. The pattern continued on for several days. L would be gone in the morning before Light woke up and he would not come home until late at night when Light was already asleep. He left a note saying that he had been to the Uke Club to discuss things Light wouldn't understand.
Light was starting to get really worried about L. L was a uke, but he had never really identified with uke society. But now L was visiting the Uke Club almost every day and spending less and less time at home with Light. They were married, for goodness sake! Very few married ukes went to the Uke Club unless it was to ask advice about things only a uke could experience.
Light stopped pacing, a look of comprehension dawning on him. Maybe L was pregnant. It would explain quite a bit. Maybe he didn't know how Light would take the news, so he didn't want to be around Light until he asked how to break the news.
Light started pacing again. Perhaps L was pregnant and perhaps not. He couldn't jump to conclusions.
The door slowly swung open and L silently stepped inside. He was home pretty early.
'Ryuuzaki," Light exclaimed. "What the hell is going on?"
"Nothing," L whispered furtively. He had certainly lost quite a bit of weight in the last few weeks, his already thin frame looking downright skeletal. There was also a haunted look about L's eyes.
"Something is definitely wrong with you. You're wasting away. You haven't begged me to bake anything for a month. What have you been eating?"
"I have not had much of an appetite," L murmured.
"Are you sick or something?"
"No, I am fine, Raito-kun."
"Something has to be wrong with you. I'm your husband so I want to know."
L avoided Light's gaze. "Please do not ask me to tell you. I can't tell you anything. Believe me, I wish I could."
Light relaxed slightly. "A classified case? Really, Ryuuzaki, you can't be a workaholic like this. I miss you when you stay out all day and night." He put an arm around L's shoulder.
L flinched away from him. "I'm sorry, Raito-kun. You have done nothing wrong. I am just not in the mood. I would rather rest." L departed for the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Light frowned. L was sleeping normally lately, which in itself would have been an encouraging sign. But combined with L's lack of interest in sweets, it was a huge warning sign that something was terribly wrong. But L wouldn't tell him. He would have to give L time and let him come around.
