Sorry about all the typos and mistakes and such on the last chapter. I'm busy with school so I'm turning these out in between times that I should be studying.

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"Would you cut it out with that second Kira thing?" Misa turned up her nose in a stubborn fashion as she faced away from L.

"I'm merely speculating. The fact is, all the pieces fit into place. All I need now is either hard evidence, or a confession."

"Misa doesn't know what to tell you." Frustrated with Ryuuzaki, she quickly turned her attention back down to Light who seemed to be steadily submitting to the allure of sleep. She took a moment to run her digits through his hair tenderly as she observed him.

"That she's guilty?" L slinked in a bit closer towards the two. Despite the dark and heavy bags beneath his eyes, his expression appeared rather alert and responsive. He had a curious hint in his voice and kept the tip of his thumbnail between his teeth as he spoke. Misa, however, did not respond. "You really love Light, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Would you mind if he was Kira?" L scooted to a seat besides Light, where he could hope to force eye contact with Misa. It worked, for Misa's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the approaching detective.

"Honestly, I wouldn't. In fact, I would love him more."

L placed one hand on the bed in order to stabilize his weight as he lent forward, brining his face within close proximity of Misa's. "And you're not afraid? Not even of death?"

"If you were to tell me right now to give up half of my life for Light's sake.. I would do it in a heartbeat. I'm not afraid of dying, if it's for Light." She placed both hands before herself, rooting them on the bed for support as she returned L's gaze. His brows furrowed lightly as he examined her oculars for any proof against such an adamant statement. Her resolve was rather astonishing, but not out of the ordinary if one were to consider her short sighted manner of thinking. However, L knew he was hardly the self-sacrificial type. He himself could not honestly claim that he'd do the same for another person. In fact, it was with reluctance that he decided to put his life on the line for the Kira case, but he had no choice. Even if Watari were in danger, the best he could do was to vow revenge in Watari's name.. Not ever sacrifice himself.

"Why do you love him?"

"I can't explain it."

L sighed as he returned to a more relaxed position; with his hands atop his drawn in knees. His expression was one of frustration and confusion. "One should have a better reason if their life is at stake." He momentarily averted his gaze to watch Light, who was definitely dreaming at this point. What sort of dreams does Kira have? He wondered.

"Misa."

"What?"

"Could you do me a favor?" His attention now focused on his toes, which were wriggling restlessly.

"As long as it isn't perverted."

"...Could you call Matsuda and ask him for my sugar cubes?"

"I think I'd rather see you go a night without sweets." She offered a sly grin. Ryuuzaki was constantly testing not only her patience, but Light's. This was, in her opinion, a triumph over him in that sense. Now he would pay the price for constantly accusing them of being Kira.

"If you don't take this seriously, you will have to take my kick."

"Eh!? Why can't you do it?" Is that a serious threat? She pondered.

"I would grab it myself, but as you can see I'm currently unable to move very far with Light in his current state. Might I add that you also happen to be the one with the phone."

"Why do you need sugar all the time?"

"Why...?"

"You heard me." She huffed, slightly frustrated at the situation.

L simply tilted his head to the side. "Simply because I like it."

"There has to be some other reason. I've never seen you eat anything but sugar." Misa slightly arched a single brow as she continued with her inquiry. It seemed too simple to dismiss his strictly sugar diet as a matter of whim.

"Do you need an excuse for liking sweet things?" He brought his thumb to his lips as his focus shifted towards the ceiling. Perhaps he was wondering as to why he really liked sweets... Perhaps not.

"I-I guess not..." Misa sighed.

"Will you bring me my sugar, please? Or will I be forced to do it myself? Which would ultimately result in Raito no longer sleeping in your room tonight." He said so slyly, anticipating her reply.

It was with a reluctant huff and a pout Misa obliged and left the room in order to call Matsuda; during which time L took a moment to examine Raito as he slept. He often had the chance to do so within their quarters, seeing as how he slept both later than Raito and less frequently as well. He wondered if he could be Kira, and if he was, how a man seven years his junior could evade his clutches. He also had to wonder, if his suspicions were correct, how Misa was able to do the same as well. She wasn't as young as Raito, but not nearly as bright either. These, as well as many other facts, bothered him tremendously.

He felt they were both Kira. In fact, he knew they both were. The problem was proving it, obtaining evidence beyond a shadow of a doubt in order to satisfy the NPA as well as his ego.

At the back of his mind, L wondered what force made it possible for Misa to be so faithfully drawn to Raito. Her adoration of both Raito and Kira, coupled with the current evidence against her all seemed to point towards the fact that she was the second Kira. If it were otherwise, why would she be so drawn to him? So willing to pledge herself entirely to a man that obviously didn't care? It was one of many ends that didn't meet. His only explanation for it lead back to the idea that both Raito and Misa were Kira... An answer for which he had no proof.

It was at that moment he heard the doorknob twist as Misa entered the room, hands clutching an opened, half empty box of sugar cubes.

"Well done, Misa." L's index finger found itself tugging at the corner of his mouth in anticipation. Shadowy eyes shifting their focus from Raito to the box of sweets in the idol's hand. Sweets carried to him by the hands of an idol that he adored, it almost made him want to smile. He had never been very sociable, and yet here he was, enjoying a scene which countless men would envy. In fact, a slight smile did manage to creep it's way onto his lips without him noticing.

"Eh! What are you smiling about? It better not be perverted." She understandably took his stare the wrong way. She hadn't realized that his eyes were focused on the box of sugar, rather than various parts of her figure.

"I was just pondering how many men would be jealous of me right now."

"W-What do you mean?" She stuttered a bit. She attempted to mask her embarrassment by pretending to remain upset with him.

"I have the idol Misa personally brining me sweets. Not to mention it is getting rather late, and I am in your quarters."

"Raito is here too."

"But he's asleep."

"Pervert." She slipped two fingers under the flap lid on the sugar box as L curiously stared on.

"What are you doing?" He carefully crawled his way over Raito and to the side of the bed by which Misa stood.

"This." She withdrew her fingers, holding a single sugar cube betwixt them. She vaunted a mischevious grin as she simply flicked her hand forward, playfully hurling the sugar cube in L's direction. L, surprisingly not completely caught off guard by her action, managed to catch it. His movements were swift, and he was quick to react. However, he didn't anticipate the second projectile, which hit it's mark directly on his forehead. Misa had observed him well enough during his fights with Raito to realize that she wouldn't catch him off guard as easily. Understanding this, she had thrown a second one for good measure.

L's expression dropped slightly as he turned his head to view the sugar cube which now lay on Misa's bedsheets. It was slightly damaged from the impact, and shining granules of sugar decorated the fabric in the cube's vicinity.

"What a waste of sugar..."