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Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.

:Chapter One:

Wake up, Fight, Work, Sleep, Repeat

Spring or not, it was cold. Which was probably why he'd felt the need to pile blankets onto the bed. Well, to him it was too cold. So, disregarding what his young 'friend' might have been feeling, that's what the older male had done. Five blankets! Five! Their original bed-set and then two thick fleece blankets, a thinner fleece blanket, and a large quilt.

Despite the five blankets, his long-sleeved white shirt, and the added warmth of his…'suspect'; L was still chilled. Though that was easily remedied, as the heavy blankets where beginning to slip off the bed. So sitting up, the male threw his messy hair out of his face and pulled the blankets back onto the bed. Without a single word he turned and flopped back over, the chain holding he and his 'suspect' together clinking as he did so, murmuring something about it being too cold and something about having actually having gotten a few hours of sleep.

That was all he really needed for now. He could go for the next day or two with a few hundred cups of coffee and a few thousand sweets before he could sleep again. Raito could deal with sleeping in his chair while L worked, though Ryuzaki wasn't sure if he could deal with the teen's complaints about being tired. The boy was a good friend, well…when he wasn't giving out free bruises and when he wasn't wanting to get his beauty sleep.

Rolling onto his side, L blinked his large dark eyes, curling up a little and keeping his eyes focused on the sleeping male laying beside him. Just watching the teen. Examining. Observing. Raito-kun was quiet and peaceful looking when he slept. Though it didn't take a genius to figure that out. L was at least happy that Raito didn't snore or talk in his sleep. Speaking in one's sleep was the result of stress. And when Raito was stressed, upset, or whiney he wasn't pleasant.

Ryuzaki loved Raito and hated him at the same time. How it was possible the world, and even a genius like L, would never know.

7 O'clock was what the red lights of the alarm clock read, as L watched Raito's hazel eyes open, and then they met Ryuzaki's coal-blue eyes.

Then suddenly Raito spoke up. "Stop. Staring. At. Me." He hissed, and rolled over; stealing much of the rest of the blankets. The moment that the cold air of their room hit him, Ryuzaki shivered and curled up a little more, tugging on the blankets. Of course he'd expected the other's demand. It's what he always said when being 'stared' at. "I'm not staring." L countered, his voice low and rather flat. Another normal conversation that ended the same way for another normal day that would end the same way. Every day was like that.

"Wait a minute…" Ryuzaki blinked, watching as Raito glanced at the many blankets that he'd pulled onto himself and shoved them off back onto L.Temperamental teenagers… Well, he was warm again. Too bad they had to get up now. The chain clinked softly as the teen settled again, seeming uncomfortable with his new position.Silently observing as Raito rolled over again, L brought his fingers to his lips. Apparently the teen had decided to just deal with the…observing.L's dark eyes never seemed to show any emotion…unless it was for sweets. Though that wasn't entirely true at all. Of course, no one else would know that.

A cold smirk curled Raito's lips, causing Ryuzaki to blink slowly. What was he grinning about this time? He was half tempted to ask what "Kira" had on his mind. But that would only result in another fight. Thinking of which, Ryuzaki lazily added another 2-percent suspicion to Raito being Kira. The male always had this…malicious look about him when he was thinking or saying something hurtful.

The world's greatest "three detectives" blinked again as Raito shifted his arm from under his ribs, and L didn't forget to note the way the younger male winced a bit as his end of the handcuffs rubbed his wrist the wrong way. A shock of warmth met the detective's cheek as the other's fingers had brushed lightly against the cold skin before he pulled it back closer to himself once more. He was…warm. Then again, Raito always seemed warm. L could never figure out why.

He watched carefully, admiring how Raito's auburn hair fell into his honey-coloured eyes, but the boy didn't make any move to brush it away, nor did he seem to care. Though, L couldn't help but to smile a little, which was only just a twitch at the corners of his lips, as he rose his hand enough to brush the few locks of hair out of Raito's eyes. "We should get up now. It's late and we need to shower."

He wasn't hurt when the other pulled away, no, he'd expected it. It was more…disappointment. He liked the other's warmth. The teen's groan broke him from his thoughts, and L rose his eyebrows a little to watch Raito prop himself up on his elbows, sleepily. Soon, Raito was up, pushing whatever blankets remained on him away and stood.

Yagami-kun seemed irritated. Though, that's how he always seemed.

Irritated about how L was always blank, maybe? Or maybe it was his quirks that bothered Raito.

The way he dressed.

The way he spoke.

The way he nibbled on his fingers.

The way he ate.

Everything.

Of course, it could also just be that he was cranky and annoyed about not being able to get out more often. Was that what Raito wanted? To go out somewhere and be with people? The male was quite popular after all.

"Com'on…" The teen said, sounding annoyed and impatient as he folded his arms across his chest. "Let's get this over with. I don't want to drag you." L was about to shoot an equally "cranky" remark at the teen when his attention was grabbed by what Raito had chose to wear to bed the previous night. He wore a simple white shirt…that greatly resembled…never mind, it was his. And black Pajama-Pants of his own. Why in the name of the heavens would Yagami-kun be wearing his shirt? As for L, he'd chosen to just keep his white shirt on and a pair of dark blue boxers with a cup-cake print on them.

Feeling a tug on the chain, L quickly returned to his senses with a whisper of, "As if you could drag me" before he stood with his natural slouch to his posture, and followed silently behind the teen. Once in the bathroom, L slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling a thin string with the key on it from around his hips. He'd hid it in many different places before, but this one was by far, the best. Well, according to him it was.

He paid no attention to the sideways glance he'd received from Raito and proceeded to untie the key from around his hips.

"So, Ryuzaki…" Raito suddenly said. "How the hell am I supposed to work with only….not even three hours of sleep?"

L looked up at his suspect. "Hmm?" He had absentmindedly ignored the teen's complaining, knowing he had to deal with it eventually. "Well…" He started, taking the other's wrist gently in his hands and unlocking the cuff and letting it drop to the floor as he lazily uncuffed himself as well, completely ignoring his own bruised wrist. It was raw and hurt a bit, but if he really put his mind to it the pain would be in non-existence within seconds.

He didn't see the sense in keeping them cuffed together while showering. It'd just get rusty or it'd rub the wrist while trying to wash. Too much trouble that he didn't want to go through just for a shower in the morning.

"Three hours of sleep is enough." L concluded, speaking his thoughts about how Raito would be able to work on three hours of sleep. "Coffee and sweets is all you need." The detective then proceeded to pull his baggy white shirt off, dropping it messily on the floor, not much paying attention to where it landed at Raito's feet.

L could feel the teen's eyes on him as he glanced at himself in the mirror. Ryuzaki really wasn't all that fond of his appearance. Dark bags under his eyes, messy hair, too thin frame. Ugh. He really didn't like it. But there was nothing he could do about it, and it wasn't like he needed to. It wasn't like he was going anywhere any time soon.

The detective's dark eyes where drawn to movement, as Raito pulled his own shirt off and dropped it to the floor as well.
In contrast to L, the teen was not scrawny exactly, but toned. He muttered something under his breath, that L couldn't quite understand, and shook his head. "Again, let's just get this over with so we can get on with our day."

The man said nothing in reply to what the teen had said, instead he stood patiently while Raito turned the water on. And without waiting for it to warm up, both males, now undressed, stepped into the large shower. Showering like this was now a normal occurrence, and it was now habit to stand back-to-back and conserve water.

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PuppetNote: Okay, so I'm back again! Found myself a few more obsessions…obviously.So, my pet Khrys and I have decided that we're going to join the majority of writers and write ourselves a pretty little Death Note fan-fiction. We've role-played it out (Khrys as Raito, and I as L) and then edited it into a story. For the most part this is just fluff! We got tired of angst…You want smut? You're not gonna find it here. Sorry! :DThere are more chapters and this will be updated when we feel like it, 'coz we're just slow little buggers that way.