To Be, or Not to Be. That is the Question.

Prologue.


Sure. L was a genious. But it was funny, that somehow, he could be so very oblivious.

For example: He never noticed Light Yagami's heated glances.

How he smiled in contemptment everytime L would chew his thumb.

Which is so adorable..

Or, sometimes, when Light would catch himself running his slim fingers through the detective's soft, raven tressses when they would lay together in bed. Of course, whenever L would allow Light the pleasure and comfort of a good night's sleep, which was indeed, very rare these days.

He never noticed his true intentions whenever he offered to massage L's wrist, where it was cuffed.

L thought it was simply because the younger man didn't want him to fall behind due to his aching wrist. But Light simply wanted contact. To touch him...That soft, pale skin. He had a strange facination with it.

In fact, everything about the detective gave him urges.

To touch. Just to simply feel even the least bit of contact.

He knew it was unhealthy. And that it was strange. But it couldn't be helped.

L never noticed the way Light watched him when he ate.

It was so...Attractive. Though to many, it would seem bizzare. But Light Yagami never was interested in girls (or guys) who were average.

Sure, he got girls lining up. They would do anything to just be with him. But he wanted a serious relationship. With someone he truly cared about.

I know what you're thinking. No, he isn't in love with L. He simply had a strange obesssion. Facination. Attraction.

The way the detective ate was just too much. It put too much strain on the boy. To where he could barely stand it. He wanted to reach out. To touch, feel, and caress his beatiful hands. Yes, beautiful. Truly unique.

There they sat. In comfortable silence at the table. Light with his toast and scrambled eggs, and L, with his much too sweet coffee. And of course, a small orange bowl in the middle of the table. It's only purpose was to hold L's favourite snack.

Strawberries.

L lifted his feet up just a little and reached over the table to grab a strawberry from the bowl, withdrawing and settling back onto the chair. He lifted the strawberrt to his mouth and bit the tip, lapping up the juices that threatend to dribble down his chin.

Light stared. 'L..His tongue..How does he do it? If only I could..'

It was impossible to takehis eyes away from the detective's red stained lips. He slowly ate the strawberry, bit by bit, stopping every so often to lick access juices from his lips and chin. When it was about half gone, He popped the whole berry into his mouth and ate it quickly.

'Who couldn't be enraptured by him? The way he eats... What he eats in general. He makes everything seem so...Provocative..it's beautiful.'

L raised his two finger to his mouth and began to slowly lick from the start of each digit, up to the tip where he would swirl his tounge, sucking it to completion.

'Oh God..if only that..' The younger man's thoughts were interrupted by L, who gave him a somewhat puzzled look while attempting to talk to him.

"Light-kun? Is something wrong?" L questioned, and began to chew his thumb nail.

Suddenly, Light noticed his pants were a little too tight for comfort.

He stood up abruptly. 'What the hell? No. This hasn't happened before. Damn you, L. Quit being so...Sexy. Wait..Sexy? Since when did I think he was sexy? Attractive, yes. But not sexy. No. Somethings wrong with me!' And with those final thoughts, he ran for the bathroom, leaving L to question what had just happened.


Thanks for reading, guys. This is my first fiction posted, and I hope you like it. :D Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. :D

-Val