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I know L doesn't talk much in this chapter but... all I can say is I'll try to make later chapters better. Suggestions are very welcome! I need them. Why? Because I want to improve, I don't feel like I'm doing a good enough job with their personalities, descriptions, choice of words, etc.

Yes, I worry about everything. Perhaps I stress too much. However, it is true that I want to hear from readers.

Well, try to enjoy, okay guys? 8D;

A Start

Light chose to sit in a chair that had been moved to the far side of the room. It was soft and comfortable; it helped him relax a little. However his mind was never completely at peace. It was always buzzing with something ever since he first received the Death Note. It was almost maddening; he never had a true moment of tranquility anymore. He had chosen to give that up when he decided to cleanse the planet. It was his choice. Everything was under control. It had to be, for Light's sake.

He leaned back in a relaxed position, his back resting against the soft yellow fabric of the seat. A hand was on each arm of the chair, the fingers on the right of which tapped every now and then. Even though his position appeared relaxed enough his eyes were observing everyone closely. He was also listening to whatever he could; sometimes closing his eyes to focus on the auditory sense more. Sometimes it seemed to do nothing though, almost being completely blocked out by his chaotic thoughts.

Across the room from where he was seated his father was speaking to Matsuda. From what Light could pick out they were discussing something about the myths of shinigami. Matsuda's expression showed that he was confused and Light's dad appeared to be frustrated. Apparently he didn't think it was the most important topic to the team. However the word had appeared a couple of times during the early stages of the investigation. In another part of the room, left of Light, Aizawa was half asleep a few meters away on another chair. He woke up only a short while ago because of the fact he was up late with the others.

In yet another part of the room, more to the right of Light, L was seated on the same chair he had been settled in since Light had arrived. It was close to a coffee table and a couch. It was an area that would be used for any group meetings.

At that time Watari entered the room, he was carrying paper bags filled to the brim with groceries.

He moved across the floor to where L was seated, close under the watch of Light, "I've purchased what you requested, Ryuzaki."

L looked up at him, "Please place them on to the coffee table."

Ryuzaki was the alias L requested that the team call him. Everything was so highly secured; the only reason Light could even get into the room was because he had been given his father's key when the older man stayed overnight. Watari also possessed a key, he was the one who came and left most often. He was the one who would go out to get whatever it was that L needed. He also handled the preparations for the next inn they would move to every few days and somehow he always managed to get a hotel sweet.

Watari did what he was asked and then moved away to sit alone and have a break, taking his hat off and picking a book off of a shelf. L moved to the couch for better access to the coffee table, still slouched as always even for such a short distance, and sat at the far end. He reached into one of the bags and retrieved a large size package of orange, sugarcoated sweets.

"What a surprise," Light was being sarcastic of course. Were sweet things all that guy ate?

Light moved his elbow to rest his cheek against his fist. Ryuk was sitting on the floor next to him, half asleep. He would jerk awake every now and then. Even though the student wasn't overly fond of the Shinigami he couldn't blame him, today was a slow one; there were no new leads. Though that was a good thing for Light, of course.

Aizawa finally spoke up, it was the first thing he said, "I'm gonna head out for some coffee," he stood up and stretched, "Anyone else want to come?"

"I'll come," Matsuda joined him and after they were sure no one else wanted to go they both walked out the door, making sure to lock it behind them.

Soichiro rubbed his eyes and walked over to the biggest window in the room. He gave Light a weak smile but then stared out through the glass at the city, silently. Blankly. He was worried about his son for obvious reasons. He knew L wanted to prove that Light was Kira.

Light's mind was still busy with everything that was going on but he knew he had to focus. He had to think about the things that could be taken care of now, other tasks could wait. And so his thoughts, along with his gaze, moved back to L, who was currently chewing on his candy. He appeared to be lost in thought. Light had to think too, how would he get L to love him? The university student had to be cautious though; starting off too strong would only make the young investigator more suspicious. First of all he could try to act more like a friend, perhaps talk to him about things other than the Kira case.

The brunette rose from his seat without saying a word. Ryuk opened a bulging, yellow eye and watched him move across the room but Light ignored him, which was to be expected. The room was quiet except for when Watari turned a page in his book or when L rummaged through one of the paper bags. Light slowly moved forward, making soft taping noises on the carpeted floor with each step. Eventually he came to a stop when he sat in the seat L had sat in only minuets ago. He watched 'Ryuzaki' for a moment but all he did was stare straight ahead, apparently still thinking, while eating his treats. Both of their expressions were blank, emotionless.

Finally, annoyed that he was disregarded, Light decided to try getting his attention, "What are you thinking about?" he was leaned back just as he was in the last chair but his attention was focused on L this time, not everyone in the room.

L continued to look intently at nothing even as he replied, "I'm just wondering where I can send Watari to get some other types of fruit next."

Light knew that was a flat out lie. He knew that he was truly thinking about past evidence and what they should do next. Still, he pretended to believe him, "Hmm. I may know a place or two."

L finally turned his head and made direct eye contact with Light, "Any recommendations?"

The brown-eyed male paused for a moment to think, "Well, there's a small shop across from the bank just up the street from here. Oh, and there's a place that specifically sells cakes and candy not far from where I live," Light could swear that he saw L's dark orbs flash with childlike excitement but it faded as soon as it had appeared, like it had never existed.

"I'll possibly send Watari to those places some time," he then looked away and tried to go back to his thoughts.

Light did not push for more of a conversation; he simply crossed his legs and relaxed. He watched L as he sunk deeper and deeper into his mind. What went on in that head of his? Was it anything like Light's psyche? Sometimes he thought it might be.

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Watari stood up, "I'll go make the arrangements for the headquarters we will be staying in after the next," he put away the book and placed the hat on his head, "Simply call my cell phone if you require my assistance with anything," L nodded in response and Watari walked out of the room, locking the door like everyone else. He was so efficient, always booking two or three hotels ahead of time.

It had been a few hours since Light and L spoke about the sweet shops. During that time Aizawa and Matsuda had returned but were talking amongst themselves. Light had managed to bring up a couple of small topics in an attempt to find out if he had some common interests with L. So far all he had learned was L really, really liked sweets and he preferred to keep to himself. The fact that he kept to himself was something they had in common Light supposed but he had to get 'Ryuzaki' to open up to him more.

Light's father had moved to yet another part of the room. To keep himself busy he started looking through some old criminal profiles, the ones that had already been killed by Kira. He still appeared to be very stressed but yet he chose to stay at the headquarters as often as possible, which was pretty much every night. His wife would sometimes get Light to bring him a change of clothes; she had no choice because he never went home. Light noted his father's stress but said nothing. He would use that stress to his advantage but not just yet.

Ryuk at last moved from where he was seated on the floor and began hovering around Light, "I want an apple."

Oh, that again. Light knew that he wouldn't shut up and so didn't try to ignore him. He sighed and got up, "I think I'm going to go. There's not much point in sitting around and doing nothing."

L glanced at him to indicate that he heard him and he could do what he pleased. As Light passed his father he put a hand on his shoulder for a second, getting another weak smile in return. Then he left, locking the door behind him.

Once out of the large inn the male made his way down the street with his hands in his pockets. He went to the shop that was close to the hotel, one he had talked about with L and bought a single apple. He paid the cashier and started on his walk home. Ryuk was close behind, waiting eagerly for his delicious treat. As they walked Light stared into the fruit and wondered if his plan would actually work. When they reached a secluded area he tossed the apple carelessly behind him and the Death God caught it. Ryuk easily downed it all at once but practically consumed his entire hand due to his excitement. They passed the cake and candy shop, Light glanced at it but did not go inside.

When he got home his mother was there to welcome him, "Welcome home, dear."

"Hey Mom," Light greeted as he took off his shoes and stepped out of the porch.

Sayu was on the sofa watching TV, "Hi, Light!" she called from the nearby room.

Light didn't respond; he simply smiled at her before he went upstairs to his room. He had some serious thinking to do about L.

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"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" a woman cried out in fear and pain, her last pleas drowned out in her screeches. She was knocked to the floor and cornered.

The man standing over her only chuckled mockingly as he aimed his gun at her head. He regained control over his laughter but grinned evilly, "See you in hell," and then fired a single shot, ending her cries and life instantly.

The man's eyes were wide, like he was pumped full of energy. He wore a long, dark coat and had dyed red hair. His eyes were hidden in the shadow but his lips displayed his obvious amusement. He had just killed an entire family by himself. They didn't even fight back; all they did was try to get away. It was so easy to drain the life from his victims, watching their eyes turn lifeless and still.

He began dragging the bodies into one room, the bathroom. He actually began washing the corpses before trying to get rid of them. This was why he was never caught; he was way too good. He always made sure not to leave any evidence. Later he would clean the house and get rid of anything else. Yes, he knew they would be able to find something with today's technology but not enough. Even if they did, they couldn't catch him. No one could.

Killing was his drug.

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Over the next few days Light did his best to get L to talk to him. It got less and less awkward every time he did and the investigator acknowledged his presents more. He also learned everything he could about the other but he still wouldn't tell him much.

One morning, on the way to headquarters, Light stopped at the sweets shop not far from his house. Inside there were shelves and shelves of candy. It was filled with just about every sugary substance one could think of, both hard and soft. At the counter a friendly looking woman smiled and welcomed Light. She looked to be around sixty but none of her wrinkly features showed signs of a scowl. She smiled a lot in her life; he could tell that she was a caring person just by looking at her. The woman's gray hair was tied up in a tidy bun and she looked at Light through a pair of round spectacles.

Light didn't smile back at her but she didn't seem to mind. She must have seen many different people with various personalities in her lifetime. The student walked up to the glass counter and looked at the display of different cakes until his eyes fell on a cupcake. It was vanilla and toped with a pile of whipped-cream. On the very top was a single strawberry. Light remembered seeing L eating strawberries and decided that was the cupcake he would get. He pointed it out and the woman prepared it. With it all paid for Light continued the rest of the way to headquarters, the cake inside of a box. They had changed inns twice since he first attempted to talk to L as a friend but the one he was headed towards was still within walking distance of his house.

When he got there he entered with his father's key. He glanced around the room and spotted L but the other hadn't noticed him yet, he was facing away. Light's father and Matsuda were there but the others were away. He took the cake out of the box, it was still in perfect condition, then advanced on L and stopped behind the sofa where he was seated, looking at nothing. He was thinking again, he did that way too often, just like Light. That was another thing they had in common. The schemer bent forward, leaning on the back of the green couch. He reached around with one arm to hold the delicious treat in front of L's eyes.

At first the messy haired male jumped with fright, but only slightly, it was barely noticeable. Only Light could notice it from such proximity and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. It took a moment but when L's mind registered what was being held out in front of him he looked up past it curiously, meeting Light's close brown orbs.

"I thought I'd bring you a sample," he spoke calmly and did not break their eye contact.

The other appeared a bit confused but brought his gaze back to the cupcake, cautiously taking it. He remembered their conversation. Yet another thing they had in common was a faultless memory, something very useful.

Light's arm remained around him for a moment even when the cupcake was delivered. After a few seconds he hesitantly moved away to throw out the box and sit to watch L who was eyeing the cupcake hungrily. Still, he didn't look too sure about eating it.

Light situated himself in a rather cocky, laidback position and smirked, "It's not poisoned, you know."

He received a mix between a wary and annoyed look in return for his statement. Then, to Light's satisfaction, he removed the berry and held it up in that peculiar manner, with his thumb and index finger, before nibbling it. When he didn't die he took bigger bites out of the treat. He appeared to really be enjoying it. After all it was from the best sweets shop in the city.

Light leaned his face on a hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, as he watched him eat it, which was adding to his rather arrogant appearance. He would have continued to smirk but figured it would make him look suspicious if he did so, no need to make L think he was trying to kill him.

Ryuk stood behind the scheming man and chuckled, "Well aren't you nice," he said with sarcasm oozing from his words. The Death God could tell Light was up to something.

He had no idea that Light was just getting started.