A/N. Thank you to JayLawliet818, melissen, and ElykaEvelyn for your kind reviews C: I'm glad that you like the idea, and that some people followed and seemed to enjoy the story. I went back over and edited the first chapter a bit, so I hope it reads a bit better to those who maybe didn't read it before. Anyways, thank you for your patience with this chapter, I hope that you like it. If you would like to make any requests or see anything happen, then I will do my best to put it in C: Bye for now (^.^)ノ ~ DF

Chapter Two

Light woke the next morning, feeling the detectives arms still wrapped around his body and he opened his eyes slowly, his body frozen and too afraid to move for a while in case the previous night had been nothing but a dream. He rolled his head carefully upwards, so that he could view L in the corner of his vision; his ebony hair fell over his face as he breathed in rhythmically, slow shallow breaths that indicated that he was still fast asleep. Odd. L never slept, at least, not so peacefully. Light shifted back around and lay there until he felt the detective roll over several minutes later, taking in a yawn. Light smiled. Just like L's laughter, it was a sound that he had never heard escape the other mans lips.

"Light-kun?" L questioned still in a daze of being half asleep. Light rolled over again to face him and smiled. The happiness he felt at waking up next to the detective- and the same happiness he had felt back even when they had been chained together as possible enemies- apparent on his features. Looking at him now, he realized that some sacrifices should never be made. That by taking away L, he had taken away a light of hope that had shone brightly in the world, and to many people.

His expression must have shifted, for L was looking at him strangely now, analyzing his features so he closed his eyes before opening them again, trying to rid those previous thoughts from his mind, and placed his hand down in front of where L's head rested on the pillow.

"Morning, L," He answered. The raven haired man smiled back at him and his dark eyes weren't cold like they usually were, but gleamed with warmness as he went to swiftly kiss Light on the cheek and then sat up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning once more like he had woken from a slumber that had lasted, well, for a normal amount of hours, Light supposed, although for L it may have been the equivalent of what he normally got in a month.

The teen forced himself to sit, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, watching as the detective walked over to the large window of the room, peering down onto the city. Light glanced at the clock. It was still only 7:02am. It would still be a while before his father and other members of the task force would arrive. He stood up to join L and they both glanced down, watching the scene below them unfold in silence as the minutes stretched on. Light's throat becoming increasingly dry as he worried that it was going to be broken by talks of Kira. After a while, it became unbearable and he shook his head resolving to bring it up.

"L, don't you want to talk about..." Kira. You can say it. He flinched, "yesterday," was the closest that he managed to get out.

L tilted his head to the side and glanced at him. "Yesterday?" He questioned hesitantly, and Light's dropped his gaze to the floor. The detective stared at him with his mouth slightly open, then slowly closed it; his lips tugging upwards into another smile.

"In all honesty, you caught me by surprise," He mused. The teen looked up at him alertly at the unexpected response, and L grinned at his reaction, reverting his gaze once again to the window and looking up at the bright sky stretching above.

His obsidian eyes traced around the patterns of clouds that he had always admired and considered to look so beautiful and surreal compared to the darkness of a four walled room, lit only by screens and power indicators. The sugar had done nothing to take away his headaches that he had often gotten, throbbing in his head and refusing to release their hold unless he of course took the occasional minutes of sleep and for a while, a few hours at best, they would leave him be. He wondered, had he ever truly been alive?

And then he realized that there was something that he had forgotten.

Light had changed and washed his face quickly before they both went to the kitchen, L still craving cake and delighted to find that it hadn't yet been thrown out. The brunette watched him as he pulled a slice out of the fridge delicately with thumb and forefinger then placed it on a plate, carrying it over to the table and perching on a chair. Light sipped a cup of black tea, his hip resting against the counter, and his gaze fixed on L as if he were too afraid to look away. And perhaps he was. He still wasn't sure how this had happened, and even considered that maybe he had simply just gone crazy but he chose to ignore those doubts and logic. It was easy enough, he supposed, when he could see and even feel that person when he was right there beside him. Although, he wasn't entirely sure if that made much sense, either. In fact, that could have just meant that he'd gone completely nuts. He frowned as L looked over, wondering what was going through the the teens mind.

"Light-kun, is something wrong?" He asked quietly. Light only realized that he had been staring at him the entire time and felt his face heat up, quickly looking away.

"I was just thinking," He said, then immediately noticed how vague that must have sounded, although admitting that he was questioning L's existence was something that he couldn't bring himself to do. Light glanced back at him uncertainly. "It's just, I'm having a hard time taking this in, I guess."

L blinked as he considered Light's words, then took in the mouthful of cake, leaving the spoon to rest on his lip thoughtfully. "What do mean?" He questioned blandly, slightly tilting his head to the side.

Light hesitated. "Well, yesterday you..." He trailed off and shook his head, still not being able to say those words out loud, "I didn't know how to deal with it. I was angry, at myself, for not stopping what happened, but more than that, I felt like I couldn't cope with things any more. All I could feel was regret, and maybe..." Maybe you're not really here? He questioned silently, feeling his heart sinking in his chest. L seemed to catch on to his train of thought and blinked.

"The cake is real." He said suddenly, making Light look at him questioningly. "And I'm almost completely certain that it just can't eat itself." He took another bite as if to emphasize his point, "In fact, I'm one hundred percent certain on that matter." Light wasn't sure whether to stare at him or laugh, but he did both before he turned around to empty the bitter tea that was in the bottom of his cup into the sink, and rinsed it out quickly, raising his head as he heard the elevator doors open in the main room and a shuffle as the first person on the task force arrived. He put the cup down quietly and strained his ears, listening as they walked towards the kitchen and making a noise that one did when they stretched. Matsuda.

"Morning guys!" He greeted, walking over to the coffee machine, putting a mug underneath before he went to flick it on, and froze. He turned back around slowly to look at the seat where L was sitting.

"Wait, that's- Ryuzaki!? But how!? We took you to the hospital, and the chief checked your pulse and everything, what, what's happening!?"

Light stared at the panicked young man wide eyed and exchanged a dumbfounded glance with the pale detective, who seemed equally as confused. At that moment, the elevator doors sounded again as someone else arrived, and a few seconds later Aizawa appeared in the kitchen, resuming to use the mug that Matsuda had put under the machine to make his coffee and wearily said; "Morning Light... morning Matsuda."

The young police officer stared at him, "Hey, what about Ryuzaki, didn't you notice that he's here too!?"

Aizawa glanced at Matsuda with an eyebrow raised, then looked around the room sceptically. "What are you talking about, is that some kind of joke?" He said, waiting impatiently for his mug to fill. Matsuda's eyes had grown to the size of dinner plates and he blinked repeatedly, opening and closing his mouth, quite unsure what to say.

A/N. Eep, still a little rusty but hopefully it was okay (. .') See you in the next chapter (maybe?) じゃ！