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Okay, I know someone's going to peg me on this, so I'm going to get it over with now. Yes, I know it is near impossible to get a shirt off while handcuffed to someone else. No, I don't know how they manage it here. Yes, you should just leave it to your imagination and let the plot go where it wants to.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Death Note. Alright? Alright.

CHAPTER 2:

It had been another long, leadless day. It was now a while past one in the morning. L looked at Light. He seemed tired, but wouldn't admit it. Truthfully, L was too. Eventually he did sleep, but just not very often. He gently yanked the chain. "Hey."

He started, nearly jumping out of his chair. "Oh, it's just you. What now?"

"Bed." L pushed away from the screens.

Light stood, relief flickering across his face as he stretched. "Alright."

Once or twice, L stumbled in the dark. Once in the bedroom, he didn't even bother to turn on the lights. He flopped onto the right side of the previously unused bed.

"Gah!" Light exclaimed, being pulled down to the bed behind L. "Warning might be nice!" He realized his arm har fallen across L's body and blushed, quickly adjusting his position so that he was as far from him as possible.

With much effort, L sat up and removed his shirt, carelessly throwing it to the floor. "Shut up and go to sleep."

"...Are you just going to leave that there?" Light asked, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was being forced to lay in the same bed as another male. A half-naked male at that.

"Yes. Why not? I'm too tired to care." He flopped back down and pulled a sheet over himself.

"But... it's disorganized."

"I don't care," he replied with one eye open. "You're not sleeping in that, are you?" L asked, referring to Light's fully dressed state.

Light blushed, thankful that the lights were off, and managed to slip off his shirt. "Er...no, of course not." He quickly dove under the sheets.

It wasn't long before L was asleep, though Light lay awake for a while longer, trying to calm himself down.

Halfway through the night, L began mumbling to himself, tossing and turning in his sleep.

'Is he... having a nightmare?' Light thought. He gently shook the other's shoulder. "Hey, wake up, Ryuuzaki," he said in an attempt to wake him.

L sat up, still asleep. "No, get away! Don't!" His voice trembled and his body shook slightly. He swung out blindly. "Get away!" He fell back onto the bed and curled up into a small ball, weeping slightly, still muttering to himself.

'That explains why he always sits like that. It's his safety position,' Light thought. This was awkward. He had to do something, he couldn't just let L suffer. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered, rubbing L's back in small circles. "It's alright, no one's after you."

L moved closer to Light and was silent, once again asleep.

"Erm..." L was practically laying on Light now, and he was at the edge of the bed, so he couldn't move any farther away. He sighed. 'Fuck it, I need sleep.' Within moments, he was asleep again.

The morning came and L was once again on the other side of the bed with no memory of the night before. These night terrors were common for him, but he would never remember them in the morning. Therefore, only Watari and now Light knew of them.

L stood up and stretched. Within moments, his pants joined the discarded shirt.

Having been startled awake by being dragged across the bed, Raito looked up, only to look down again, burying his head in his hands. "Dammit, Ryuuzaki! Put on some clothes!"

"Oh, you're awake. I'm going to have a shower." He began walking, dragging Light behind him. Being nude didn't bother him in the slightest.

Light jumped to his feet, following L. "I hate you," he muttered, trying to force down his blush at the sight of the blatantly naked man in front of him.

"Now it's your turn to wait," L said, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. "And by the way, I don't take short showers."

"You don't do anything fast, do you?" asked Light, leaning against the sink.

"No, I don't," he replied blatantly.

After ten minutes, Light was beginning to get annoyed. "Hurry up or I will... flush the toilet!" he threatened annoyedly.

"What's with the threat?" L asked, throwing an empty shampoo bottle at him.

Not expecting the projectile, Light was hit right on the forehead. "Hey! What was that for!?"

"That was for the threat!"

Light reached over and flushed the toilet, causing the shower temperature to change dramatically.

L yelped and threw a full bottle at him. "And that's for flushing!"

"Ha ha, you missed," Light declared, narrowly sidestepping the bottle. "Now hurry up or I'll devise some other torture!"

"Do not make me come out there, Yagami!"

"Yeah, nice retort seeing as I want you to hurry up anyway."

L shut off the water and pulled back the curtain, still naked and wet.

"Err..." Light's eyes involuntarily traveled down and up L's figure. "Dammit, Ryuuzaki! Get a towel!" he yelled as he finally managed to turn his head away, his cheeks a bright tomato red.

L shook the water from his hair much like a dog. "Not yet."

'Why does life hate me?' Light thought to himself. His eyes darted back to L when he felt water on his cheek. "Hey! Watch it!" He looked at L's face and saw one lone water droplet sliding down his face to his chin... to his chest... to his abs... to his-- he spun away abruptly. 'What the hell?' he thought. "Towel. Now," he managed to choke out, hoping his voice didn't tremble.

L rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why you are uncomfortable." He grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around himself.

Light turned arount, only to spin back to the mirror, pretending to fix his hair. The towel rode low and was definitely short. "Good, first step. Now get dressed." 'Why am I so uncomfortable? It's just L. I've seen guys naked before, after gym and stuff. Nothing new. It's not like I'm suddenly turning gay. I have a girlfriend. Right?' he thought to himself.

"Yagami-kun," L said, standing directly behind Light and peering over his shoulder, "stop fixing your hair."

His blush darkened oncemore at the close proximity. "I can fix my hair if I want to," he replied simply. "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't hover behind me like that."

L yanked hard on the chain. "I'm starting to get cold."

It was Light's turn to be disadvantaged by the chain. "Yah!" he toppled backwards and was dragged behind L back into the bedroom. "I think you dislocated my wrist," he muttered, changing quickly and avoiding looking at L for more than an eighth of a second.

"Sorry to disadvantage you," L muttered sarcastically, taking off the towel.

Blushing slightly, Light turned away again. "You should be. I need my wrist to work on the Kira case," he replied in his best attempt at immaturity. 'Dammit, why do I keep blushing?' he thought, annoyed with himself.

"Let's go downstairs," L suggested.

"Right," replied L, tugging on the chain for the sake of annoying L. "You walk too slow." He broke out into a run down the hallway and down the stairs, dragging L behind him.

L caught up with him. "Hey, Yagami," he said to distract him. "Watch out for the table," he said before shoving him.

"Hey! What was that for!?" He pushed him into a chair. "You should try to watch where you're going."

This continued for a few minutes longer until, just before the last set of stairs, L tripped and caused them both to fall down into the room where Light's father, Watari, and the rest of the team had been waiting.

"Ow... Ryuuzaki... get off me," he muttered annoyedly. He looked up, realized his father was there, and looked down immediately, wondering how it must look that the two of them came tumbling into the room on top of each other.

"Ryuuzaki, what is the meaning of this foolishness?" Mr. Yagami asked the sight before him.

"Um...sorry, I tripped on something. Can't imagine what though." Light glared at L.

"Your son isn't very graceful." L managed to untangled himself.

"Ryuuzaki," Watari said, "You are bleeding." Blood was slowly dripping from a small cut above L's eye.

"Anyone have a first aid kit?" Light asked not feeling sorry for him in the slightest. 'It's his own fault for cuffing us together,' he thought.

"I'm fine," he stated stubbornly. It was now dripping onto his shirt and into his right eye.

"No, you're not," Light replied, getting a wet paper towel from Watari. "Stop lying." He dabbed at the cut with the towel.

"Do we have any more leads?" He winced from Light dabbing the towel.

"Nothing so far. The killings have only become more irratic," Mr. Yagami replied.

"Stop wincing. I'm not even using antiseptic, you baby," Light muttered so only L could hear him as he dabbed the cut again.

Watari returned with a bandaid. "This should help for now."

L grabbed it before Light could. "Thank you."

"You can't see your own forehead," Light said, snatching the bandaid back and positioning it across the cut. L frowned at this, but said nothing.