OMG! Sorry it took so long for me to continue! I lost my train of thought, but now I'm hooked on Death Note again so I'm writing!

Pairing: My OC X L

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own DeathNote, but Hikari is CopyRight to me.

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Chapter Two

Portrait

Hikari grinned shyly at Ryuzaki. She tried to see what was going on inside his head. But he wouldn't let on. He pulled his knees to his chest and curled his toes. Ryuzaki noticed all these things about Hikari as they sat on the couch. Nothing much had been said. They had talked a little about school and Hikari's drawings. Nothing earth shattering. Light was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and had insisted that Hikari and Ryuzaki spent some time together.

Ryuzaki noticed that she would click her tongue when she thought. That she would twirl a strand of hair around her index finger when she talked about her drawings.

"So," Ryuzaki said hesitantly, "how long have you been drawing for?" A Simple enough question, he thought.

"Oh, that's a tough one," She twisted her hair. Tongue click. " Probably about thirteen years." She said finally.

"You think you could show me some of your work?" Ryuzaki suggested, gesturing to the sketchbooks on Hikari's lap.

Hikari shrugged, "I don't usually show people my wor-" she was cut off my Ryuzaki's babbling.

"No, no that's okay. I respect your privacy…" He blabbed on for a few seconds, thinking, This is nothing at all like me. What's wrong with me?

"No!" Hikari placed a hand on Ryuzaki's should. That shut him up. "I know it seems weird, since we've only known each other a few hours, but, I trust you." Hikari smiled, and looked deep into Ryuzaki's eyes. His face turned red. He had never had someone say that to him before. Sure, he had all of the Japanese police force on his side looking for Kira, but since no one really knew who he was, they didn't really trust him.

She flipped through the pages, showing some phenomenal work of pencil sketches. Mostly of people. If he hadn't known they were drawings, he'd have thought they were photos.

Suddenly, Hikari looked up at Ryuzaki. He froze when she touched his face with her hand. She looked so serious.

"Can I draw you?"

Ryuzaki didn't know what to say.

"It's just, I've never seen anyone like you. I'd really like to draw you."

He had apparently lost his voice, so he nodded. Hikari grinned and opened her book to a new page.

They sat silently while Hikari sketched, stealing glances at Ryuzaki. He watched her. The way her hand moved fluidly across the page. When he tried to see what it looked like she hid it.

"You can't see it until it's done."

Light peeked in at the two from the kitchen. He grinned and went back to work.

"Hi Light!"

Light almost dropped the bowl he was mixing. Misa was sitting on the counter, grinning. She leaped off the counter and hugged Light tightly. The bowl crashed to the ground.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Ryuzaki and Hikari rushed into the kitchen. Hikari covered her mouth. Ryuzaki sighed. Light was on the floor, near the bowl, on his back, Misa on top of him. He was trying to push her away, but she was clamped to him.

"Get her off me!" Light cried pleadingly.

"Who's she?" Misa asked, indicating Hikari.

"I'm Hikari." She replied, holding her hand out for Misa, in hopes of helping out Light. Misa looked at her hand. She sat up, still on Light, and took Hikari's hand. "Get off me, Misa!" Light groaned. Ryuzaki laughed. Hikari pulled Misa up. Misa looked Hikari up and down. Then gave her a big smile. She threw her arms around Hikari and yelled, "Let's be friends!" Hikari stumbled back a little and replied, "O-okay." Hikari smiled crookedly.

Ryuzaki took in the scene. He found himself wishing it was himself hugging Hikari. His eyes widened and he shook his head. He walked out of the room and sat down on the couch. He pulled his knees up to his chest and put his thumb to his lips. His eyes darted around the room as he started to panic. This was not like him! Not at all! There must be something wrong with him.

This was only confirmed when Hikari sat down beside him and he felt his face heat up.

"Are you okay, Ryuzaki?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

He hadn't meant to yell. It had just kind of slipped out. He tried to take it back when Hikari stood up abruptly.

"Wait, I didn-" he didn't have a chance to finish. Hikari turned away and walked out. Slamming the door behind her.

Ryuzaki wanted to pull out all his hair. Why was he so bad at this? He always said the wrong this. He thought she was getting upset with him since the beginning.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hikari's sketchbook. He picked it up slowly. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He flipped through the pages to the one she drew of him.

He made a sound in his throat. A mix of a sigh and a groan. He tossed the book onto the floor. The drawing looked exactly like him. It resembled something someone would draw of their lover. All the lines were carefully drawn and the tender creases of his face and clothes were perfect. Only someone who loved someone could draw them like that.

"Where's Hikari?" Light asked. He looked at Ryuzaki, who was more slouched than usual. He saw the sad look in his roommate's raven eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside him.

"I think I just made a fool out of myself."