Author's Note: Happy New Years, guys! 2010!! And here's my gift for the new year: a new chapter to Imperfection!

Expect other stories up soon, or other chapters. Check my blog about that ((link in profile)) please.

Anyways, I know this chapter is short, but the next one should be longer and the one after that even longer...as far as I know...I hope...*crosses fingers* You never really know how long a story is when you write it in a journal then type it up...

Warning: Intense angst. And a bit of L's yaoi thoughts, but barely anything along those lines. I think there might be some comedic lines in here, but I'm not sure...There won't be any intentional comedy until the end of chapter 3 and maybe half of chapter 4. ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or its characters. I do, however, own this idea. And BTW, just so you know, this is officially the start of the new story part of this, going away from the Kira case and anything supernatural. Yeah, that's right, there's no more supernatural, all real things that can happen as far as we know! .

Chapter 2

Currently, we are standing on one of the airport runways in front of my private jet. Light is staring at our means of transportation. I begin to walk towards the stairs leading up to the door inside, hoping Light will follow. When I reach the stairs, I turn around to see him still standing where he was before. With a smirk, I say, "Light-kun, are you coming, or shall I bring you back home?"

That jolts him and he mutters what sounds like, "That's not a home," before he starts walking. "It's just…you own your own jet!"

Walking up the stairs behind my angel, ready to catch him if he falls—his balance hasn't completely returned, even though we've been weaning him off the medications—I say, "Yes, Light-kun; I am well aware of my finances and purchases." He just responds with a "humph" before stepping inside.

I almost slam into him, for once again, Light has frozen, gawking at the interior of the jet. Wishing to depart as soon as possible, and not used to this side of Light, I grab his upper arm and drag him to one of the seats, sitting down properly next to him.

Watari comes out of the cockpit to see we are ready for takeoff and instructs us with his fatherly love as well as his responsible mindset for us to buckle up. In my mind, I smile, keeping a blank face on the outside. For my whole life—that I can remember—I've wanted a family. A real family. Watari has been my father for most of my life and for the past few years, I've had some magnificent successors I like to think of as sons. And now…

Now I have a brother, a loving younger brother of whom I can take care. But maybe, someday, he won't be my brother, but my lover. I know the likelihood of that is near impossible, for many different reasons, so I won't get my hopes up. I never do anyway…Besides Light being Kira, but that is done with anyway.

As soon as the plane starts moving down the runway, Light jumps and peers out the window. I've flown numerous times in my life, so I see no reason for the boy to get so anxious. But I begin to understand when the plane takes off and Light only peeks out the window before leaning as far back into his seat as possible and grabbing my arm in a death grip.

I say nothing to antagonize him until we are at a proper altitude and allowed to get up. "This is Light-kun's first time flying?" I ask curiously.

He glares at me, but won't let go of my arm. "How would you know?" he shoots back.

I chuckle and reply with some very simple logic he must not be able to process in his current condition. "Well, Light-kun's eyes keep darting around, he hasn't looked out the window since we took off, he is beginning to perspire, and of course there is the fact that he is cutting of the circulation in my arm that we would need to consider…" I've said this all with a thumb to my lip, to help me think, even though my reasoning ability has been reduced by forty percent by the way I'm sitting. The last reason, unlike the thoughtful tone the other words had, was in an exceptionally sarcastic manner.

I hope I haven't upset him, but he just seems so…obnoxious. Nevertheless, Light is a very fragile creature at the moment. Which is why I think recovering away from home, and with one who loves him both the way I do and the way he thinks I do will help to immense proportions.

His hands loosen from my arm almost reluctantly, and certainly with embarrassment, but at this moment, the just has to hit a bit of turbulence. My hand is the next thing to develop a loss of feeling and blood. I remain silent. he must be embarrassed enough.

A few minutes after the turbulence, Light has his eyes closed, his hand still squeezing my own. Silence has fallen over the jet, no more disruptions in our flight pattern now. Finally, the fallen angel's eyes open, a small hint of a smile, almost a smirk, spreading across his face. I start to question his sanity in my mind before remembering he actually is technically insane.

"I don't get it," he says, rousing me out of my musings. I cock my head to the side, trying to understand what he means. Is he talking about his fear of flying? It's highly logical, for someone who has never flown. Or is his brilliant mind confused about why he hasn't let go of my hand, and I haven't let go yet either? When I contemplate this, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind wants me to blush. Luckily, I've never been one to blush, and now is no different.

I reply, "What doesn't Light-kun understand?"

He looks away from me, eyes avoiding the window; I don't know if it's out of embarrassment or some other reason. "I don't get why…I'm afraid of dying…here…in the air…with you…" his hand squeezes mine slightly, "…when, before…I thought I could do it myself…I thought I did do it…"

Now I understand. He is wondering why he's fearing death now when he was walking towards it, smiling, before. After a moment's thought, I say, "Perhaps Light-kun whishes to have complete control over his demise, instead of the unstable, uncontrollable element that is this airplane…? And maybe he doesn't want me to die with him, for nobody wishes for their brother to die…" …or their lover, I add mentally.

Light has turned back to look at me, eyes dark, but once again containing that odd yearning. I squeeze his hand, hoping to indicate that I 'm trying to understand him, and help him. However, that shocks him, and he immediately disentangles our fingers, bring his hand to his lap, where it clasps together with his other.

"There's nothing wrong with two brothers holding hands, Light-kun," I say, pouting slightly.

He just laughs darkly and unbuckles, standing. I watch apprehensively, unbuckling as well, just in case he does something. Instead, he walks over to a couch on the other side of the plane, muttering just loud enough for me to hear, "You have a lot to learn…"

After fetching myself a slice of cake with strawberries, and seating myself in my original seat, I eat happily. Light is silent, but I already know he is one of the few people in this world who can handle silence. I, too, am like that. It is one of the many things that make us so compatible…if only we weren't brothers. He would never approve of incest.

When I finish my plate, only thinking about the taste, flavor, smell of the cake, I stand and walk the empty dish over to the bar. I turn around to see Light actually looking out the window, watching clouds pass under us. His body is unmoving and as I get closer, I see his face is very serious.

Sitting next to him on the couch, he doesn't even register the cushion dipping slightly from my weight. He is starting to scare me, for I don't know what is running through his mind. It worries me when he gets like this. In the hospital, I sometimes walked in on him while he was acting like this. He would never tell me what he was thinking, though I asked every time.

"Light-kun?" I say quietly. He doesn't even flinch, as if he already knew I was there, or is once again comatose. "What is Light-kun thinking?"

His mouth opens and I immediately assume it's to reprimand me. However, he closes it again and I don't move, hoping for something from him. That is was the only movement I've seen from him. Not even his eyelids are blinking.

"I'm…" he starts, shocking me. I remain still, able to control my reactions like always. "I'm wondering what would happen if I jump out of this plane…"

Once again, pure silence takes hold. I stare at Light, hoping my fear, concern, and surprise aren't plain in my eyes. For once, I cannot think of anything to say. I cannot think at all. I have that ominous feeling that I will have to deal with this in the future, but the rest of my mind is blank. Both sensations frighten me.

Thoughts like his…they're just too close to home…I have to help him with everything I have!

To my bewilderment, he continues with a train of thought I would've thought was impossible for him in this state. "But I don't know what will happen…and when I try to think that it will be all worth it…I realize what will happen…" He looks into my eyes, boring into me. "I'll hurt you." The yearning is back in his eyes, and it is thoroughly confusing me.

Is he saying that I'm the only reason he's alive now? He loves his brother that much and doesn't want to hurt me? I blink and turn away, unsure of what I should say. How is it possible that I'm the reason he won't die when…I've forbidden myself from letting my mind wander down this path. I will not think of it, will not hurt myself further.

After my firm denied access to certain thoughts, I come back to the present to see Light staring at me still, the yearning as powerful as it was when he woke up, perhaps more. Does he wish to die this much?

I begin to see those stunning eyes glisten, before a single tear escapes from the left and he breaks down. To think that someone who used to be—and still is sometimes—as composed as me, collapsing into my chest, sobbing and somehow getting the words, "I don't want to try any more…I can't…Just let me go…" out through the tears…It's heart wrenching. I just hold him, inexperienced in this field of comfort.

I have this horrible feeling this isn't the last breakdown I'll have to deal with…

Author's Note: How'd you like it? I hope it wasn't that bad. Light does break down or explode or just go insane often, just to warn you. He does have triggers and whatnot, and it's really realistic...as far as I know. Just a heads up: I haven't actually researched any of this. All this writing is based after books I've read, stories I've read, movies I've seen, other things like that...and my own mind.

Oh, and what do you think are the thoughts that are "too close to home" and the ones that L has denied himself access to? The question will be answered next chapter, but I would love to hear your guesses!

Until next time ((which should be quite soon...*sigh*)), Zena out!