It's been far too long and I apologize about that. There's still more to be written but it must once again wait until the writers block has been removed. You may also see some grammatical or spelling errors. Honestly... if the computer can't identify them I miss them entirely. One last thing; I DO NOT own Death Note, at all, in anyway. That being said, please enjoy what's here.
At that very moment, the door across the immense room clicked open. There stood Light, Kira, Yagami-kun… so many names for a single person. At that moment, L forgot his anger, and his worry, and his concern. He couldn't think strait. Light didn't look like he remembered. He looked…like an angel. An angel who had come to take him away from his solitude, once and for all.
"What took you so long L? I've been standing there for five minutes."
"Y-Yagami-kun?"
"Are you stuttering? The great L stutters?" Light smirked at the very thought. "I should have noticed while I was chained to you."
L's large black eyes shimmered with joy. It WAS Light. It WAS his friend. He HAD returned.
"It's really you." L leapt from his seated position and began to sprint toward Light. The swivel chair crashed nosily onto the floor.
"Uh…L? You're…hugging me…" Embarrassed, the lanky man released his grip and backed up.
"I'm sorry, I just…" L had to search for the right words. He had missed Light, that's true. But he had missed Misa as well, yet he could not imagine himself leaping up upon her arrival and embracing her as he had Light. "I guess I missed you."
"Sure, that makes some, remote, sense. … … Oh, these are for you, from Misa." Light extended the box of chocolates toward L, a slight blush touching his cheeks. L just blinked at him for a moment, wondering what had made Light blush. Finally, reluctantly, he took the chocolates.
"I will have to call Misa and thank her."
"Yeah."
The following silence was an awkward one. Perhaps the most awkward of either man's life. They stood there, neither looking each other in the eye.
"So," Light began, clearing his throat needlessly, "how's the… you know, search going?"
"Hm?" L cocked his head to one side, the third chocolate from the box touching the corner of his mouth. "The search for Kira continues without progress. As I would assume you are aware, given your position in the police force and your father."
Light glared at the black-haired detective, folding his arms in front of his chest.
"I don't have access to the Kira case anymore. You took me off the task force."
Gazing at the ceiling innocently, L feigned having trouble remembering the act. It had not been difficult to hack into the NPA's personnel files and remove the youngest member from the task force. It had been so easy for the genius in fact, that he'd than taken the liberty of adding more protection to the files, lest Kira need to access them, as he had done in the past. Suddenly, his black eyes lit up, as though he'd just remembered.
"Ah, yes, I recall now. You were still a suspect at the time and having open access to all police files was dangerous to the general public."
Light kept glaring, unimpressed by the show. "My name only left the file last week. We've had the murder notebook for over a month now."
"Yagami-kun, I'd like your opinion on these figures." The raven-haired detective pretended to not hear the other man's complaint, instead taking the opportunity to set his chair back in its proper place and settle back into it. He clicked a few keys carelessly, the screen filling instantly with the newest information regarding Kira's murders.
Light stood behind the detective, arrogance rolling off of him in an almost tangible fog.
