Oh boy. Have fun.

Light and Mikami stood now in the hallway of infinite doors, this time before Light's door. Light gazed up at the golden kanji for a second and looked over at Mikami. Mikami frowned at Light.

"Your name is spelt oddly," stated Mikami, candidly. "It uses the kanji for moon, or month, but is pronounced 'light', a reading not usually associated with it."

Light nodded. "I always liked being unique," he said, smiling, and opened the door. As they walked in, though, Mikami was thinking more about Light's last name, which had the kanji for 'god' in it. He shook his head. He must get these things out of his head—Light is no more than himself, a simple human. A dead human.

The room was small, white, and empty but for a puff of White Matter floating delicately in the center with a note upon it. Light walked over to the puff as Mikami leaned his back against a soft white wall beside the door. Light picked up the note. It read:

To: Light Yagami
If you received this note, you have just entered your room for the first time. Congratulations; welcome to your new home. This is your own personal abode, to be entered only by you and those whom you allow. If you desire somebody's absence, they will be dispelled from your room until given further permissions. This room is presented for your privacy—this is the only place in nothingness that nobody but you can teleport into. Now, into more important things… like decorating! You may decorate however you wish—there is absolutely no limits. You may create as many rooms, stories, and square feet as you desire—any furniture you can fathom will be yours. Also, anything in your home can be changed whenever you want. Happy decorating!
-The Voice

Light stared at the italicized "wish". This obviously meant that, like everything else, all he had to do was think about it. He folded the note up and put it into his pocket, his hand brushing against the one he received upon his arrival.

Light looked around. All of a sudden, the room became larger—causing Mikami to fall backwards as the wall pulled away from him. Light laughed.

"I'm sorry, I probably should have given warning before doing that," he said, offering his hand to the surprised Mikami. Mikami refused Light's help and got up by himself.

"It's alright," he said, quietly. Light continued to look around. The room dimmed. A king-sized bed with a dark wooden frame, forest-green sheets and a black comforter appeared against the walls in the top left corner of the room. A small bed-side table appeared beside it, a simple lamp upon its top. Light sighed. "It's plain, sure, but all I really feel like doing right now is sleeping. I'll elaborate later," he said. He looked curiously at Mikami. "Why is it you wanted to come here with me?" he asked.

Mikami looked at him, blushing slightly. "You know—I'm not all too sure." He knew coming here would lead to nothing… but when he thought of Light, all Mikami could see was L, clinging… possessing… Mikami shuddered. If he couldn't have Light, then neither could L! Although, it'd be nice if he could have Light…

Light climbed into the large bed and sat in it on the side adjacent to the wall. He looked across to the other side of the room, and a window with dark green curtains appeared on the wall. It showed out into dark nothingness. Light shrugged and cuddled down under the covers, facing the wall. Then, he rolled over and stared at Mikami, who was still standing in the same spot. "Would you like to sleep with me?"

Mikami swallowed. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew by 'sleep', Light actually meant 'sleep', but the common use of the term kicked him in the brain. Mikami was primarily tempted to say he'd be honored, but reminding himself that Light was not superior to himself, he ruled that option out. "Sure," he said at last, and strolled briskly to the bed, uncomfortable. Light rolled back over and faced the wall once more. Mikami noticed that Light was now wearing cotton pajamas—a button-up, long-sleeved top with a pocket on the breast, and elastic-waist pants of a matching gray color. Mikami tried to tell himself it wasn't all that cute, but the blush on his cheeks said otherwise. Shrugging, he thought himself into similar comfortable attire—his, instead, navy-blue. He removed his glasses, and placing them on the table beside the lamp, climbed in to the bed.


This part starts at the beginning timeframe of the last part—so these two sections are essentially happening at the same time, 'kay?

L stood before a door in the eternal hallway, labeled with a name in roman letters: Mihael Keehl. He knocked. He heard a stir inside of it, and the door was opened by Matt, who grinned broadly and let L in.

The room was decorated in such a way as it might be mistaken for some Gothic church. It was black, ornamented with elaborately-designed crosses, and lit by large unscented wax candles and torches. L had been in Mello's room before, so it wasn't new to him; however, the first time he visited, he was startled by Mello's eccentric taste (and Christianity, even after being delivered to Nothingness in his death). L knew, also, that through one of the doors leading from this room was a hall, which led downwards, to a fascinating room that L preferred to ignore the existence of… a dungeon, which gave the impression of a torture chamber of sorts.

Ignoring strange thoughts of what uses Mello might put that room to, L waved to the owner of the abode, who laid on his side upon a black sofa, munching on a bar of chocolate, a game controller if front of him. Another one was on the floor before him—presumably that is where Matt had sat before getting the door. A wide-screen television showed the pause-screen of some video game the two had been playing.

Mello waved back, bemused. "To what do I owe this visit?" he asked L.

L sighed. "That psychotic attorney has stolen Light for the night, and I didn't want to be alone."

"You could have gone to Watari. Surely he's a much better host than us," said Matt, sitting back down in front of the sofa.

"Yeah, but he's an old guy. You two are more fun," L said.

Mello laughed. "Sure. Wanna play?" he asked, offering up a third controller. He moved and sat up as L walked over and sat in his odd way on the now-available area. Matt lit a cigarette.

"I'm gonna own you both," Matt said, serious.

L frowned. "What are we playing?" he asked as Mello reset the game.

Mello shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, does it? I suck at everything. But I think Matt gets his kicks out of beating helpless unskilled people."

"Damn straight," laughed Matt.

L smiled. "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, then, won't I? I'll kick your butt for being so treacherous to poor, innocent Mello."

"I hope you don't mean literally—I'm still sore from last time Mello got mad at me," Matt said, rubbing his hip with a scowl. "He's not as poor and innocent as you act like he is!"

"I am, too. My steel-toed boots, however, are not," said Mello, deciding to use Matt's shoulders as a foot rest.

"Let's do this shit," said Matt.

"Bring it on," said L.

"Whatever…" sighed Mello.


Mikami did not sleep. He stared at the back of Light's head in the dark. It was somewhat blurry, seeing as he had his glasses off, but all the same, Mikami was lost in the thin brown strands. In reality, he wasn't actually concentrating on the hair as much as using it as a place to keep his eyes as he thought.

Mikami was attempting to devise a plan. What could he do to keep L away from Light?

But more importantly than that—which of them had a better chance with Light? Light had stated indirectly that both of them had equally no chance of being more than friends with him, but Mikami was sure that could be changed.

The irritating desire to please his lord kept interrupting Mikami's thoughts, and every time it did, he had to repeat in his head, he is human. He's like me. He's NOT a god!Why did this obsession keep butting in? He knew the truth, so why did his heart keep trying to lie?

Light stirred, popping Mikami out of his contemplations. Light muttered something in his sleep. Mikami listened curiously, trying to make out what it was Light was saying. Suddenly, Light rolled over, and hugged Mikami to himself. Mikami stifled a gasp—he could tell Light was still sleeping, and did not want to wake him, but…

Unsure of what to do, Mikami faintly moved, testing Light's grip on him. It was quite firm—Mikami obviously wasn't going to get away for a while. He sighed. Barely an inch from his face was Light's. Mikami took this moment to observe Light's uncanny perfection. His pores were wholly clean—his face was clear of any flaws. His eyes, nose, and lips were all shaped and placed faultlessly. His eyebrows were vacant of any stray hairs. Light's hair fell beautifully over his forehead, even while lying, and after the rolling he'd done. Mikami frowned. He knew that his hair kind of did this as well, but on Light it seemed much more impressive.

Light began to mumble again. Mikami strained to hear. All he got out of it was "…uk…fnote...vl…mmmn…kami…true…" Mikami stared, confused. Light mumbled again, this time, "Sorry…vl…no…lv…I…" Light began to look frustrated. Mikami blinked. Light's grip on Mikami became tighter.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve any of it," he said, clearly. Mikami frowned. What is it Light doesn't deserve? What could he possibly be dreaming of?

"I don't deserve your…mmn…" Light muttered, and was quiet once more.

Mikami was entirely curious. "What don't you deserve?" he asked, not completely aware he did so aloud. Light did not stir. A few moments passed, and Light murmured again, "their love."

Mikami smiled. Of course. Light felt guilty because of L and himself, and their feelings for him. Mikami's outlook on this matter was ambivalent, however. Should he be happy that Light feels bad, or should he be miserable for making Light feel bad? Mikami became annoyed.

This keeps happening to me, he thought. These dilemmas… why can't I get out of this useless god-complex? He sighed. Light's grip loosened, and Mikami dozed off.


L sighed. "I lost… again."

Matt flicked his cigarette into a black lacquered ashtray on the floor next to him. He smiled. "Told ya I'd own you."

Mello tossed his controller to the ground. "Fuck you, Matt. You always win."

L stared down at his toes. He thought of the great array of things that could be going on in Light's room right now. Out of all the possibilities available, L really hoped the one happening was the one where they were just asleep—nothing more. He sighed. Mello looked over at him. He knew L must be miserable, but Mello wasn't all too familiar with the sort of feeling L had at the moment. After all, Matt was always with him, Mello never really had to worry that he was abandoning him for somebody else.

Matt stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed," he said, staring at Mello. Mello glowered up at him.

"Go ahead."

Matt frowned, and narrowed his eyes. Mello stuck out his tongue. Matt swung down and kissed Mello on the cheek—Mello failed trying to push him away before he could.

"Eeeew… Matt cooties." Mello wiped off his cheek and smirked at Matt, who smiled back before walking off into one of the mysterious dark hallways. L watched him leave, curiously.

"Has he even been to his own room yet?" L asked.

"Yeah, and I was with him. He just stocked it full of every nerdy thing known to man. Anyways, he usually just stays here—what could he possibly have to do that would be more interesting than being with me?"

L shifted his feet and sighed.

Mello looked at L, sympathetically. Much as he tried, Mello could not imagine Matt not liking him back. In life, Mello was often left alone at night as Matt had one-night stands with random women to get things out of his system, but Mello always knew Matt would come back and tell him how much he missed him. So in a way, Mello partially understood. He scooched over and hugged L.

"No matter what happens, L, you're always welcome to come here."

L felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. Mello squeezed him tighter.

"C'mon, L. I have a special bedroom set up especially for you," said Mello, standing up and gently tugging on L's hand. L stood, and walked wordlessly behind Mello into the dark hallway in which Matt had disappeared.

Several doors into the hallway was a white door (this was quite noticeable, as all the other doors were constructed of dark wood) with a spotless golden knob. Mello opened it, the door swung silently into a perfectly clean white room, darkened by lack of lighting. Inside was a curtained white bed with down pillows and comforter. Shimmering translucent veils draped over the bedding, pulled back to create an entry at the left side of the bed. In other places in the room were two small white loveseat sofas, and upon the walls were several art pieces L had favored in his life. A window on the wall showed a beautiful view of the dark nothingness outside—a span of different shades of gray that swirled and combined in a mysteriously puzzling way. L looked around. He noticed the floor was carpeted with soft white rug unlike any his bare feet had ever felt.

Mello escorted L to the opening in the bed's veil. L sat in the bed and looked up at the fascinating sparkly shroud.

"Pretty," he said.

"Matt said it looked gay. But I liked it…" Mello said, shrugging.

"I like it, too," L said, smiling at Mello. Mello blushed, and L did something that not even he could find an explanation for—he pulled Mello to him and kissed him.

Mello's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist in any way. L's hands went behind Mello and pulled him gently onto the bed—before Mello knew it, L was on top of him. Slightly startled (and not being able to breathe), Mello tried to voice his protest, but through L's unending kiss, all that could be heard was "Mmff—!"

Mello was happy; and yet, afraid. In life, he often had dreams similar to this situation—he absolutely adored L! Everyone in Wammy's House did. But Mello always felt more than just admiration for him… but now? Mello felt as if he was betraying Matt. What if Matt randomly decided to walk by? The door was still ajar—if he glanced in… what would he do? Matt loved L, too (maybe not to the extreme that Mello did) so would he simply deal with it, or would he become jealous, and angry? Mello squirmed, and made another noise. He pushed up against L's chest with the palms of his hands—attempting to get him off.

Releasing Mello from the snog for a moment, L skillfully gathered both of Mello's wrists with one hand and forced them above his head. Kissing him once more, L began to slide his available right hand down Mello's front side, slipping easily down into the crotch of his pants. Mello squirmed again, tried protesting, but to no avail. L's legs kept Mello's firmly down into the top of the mattress, and his strong left hand had a circulation-cutting tight grip. Mello could not escape it. L's right hand played with what it found in Mello's pants.

"Mmmmff! Mmmn!" Mello continued to try and snap L out of whatever odd condition he was in, but nothing could stop him now.

Mello melted—no longer did he try to get away.


(Timeskip—appr. 3 hours)

At the time that on Earth would have been around 2:00 am, Light awoke to find himself frighteningly close to Mikami in bed. He observed the situation calmly. It appeared as if sometime in the night, he had embraced Mikami in his sleep—Mikami had obviously either not noticed, or just knew what was good for him, as his arms remained lain in front of him rather than around Light. Light released Mikami and sat up. He looked out the window—it was still dark.

He leaned back against the headboard. Light had been having an odd dream: Ryuk had come to Nothingness and asked Light if he wanted to use the Death Note to kill off the pesky men with their freak attraction to him—and Light had refused. In his dream, Light had told Ryuk that he actually liked them both back. Then, L and Teru appeared—they told him he had to choose between them. Light began to cry then, saying he would pick neither, because he didn't deserve either of them…

Light understood now why he had wrapped himself around Mikami in the night. Contemplating his dream, Light realized it—he did like them both back. L and Teru Mikami… he had feelings for them both, and feared having to choose only one of them.

Light sighed, and Mikami stirred slightly. Light glanced at him in worry, but Mikami did not awaken. Light stared at the sleeping man. He looked a lot different without his glasses on. His dark hair was somewhat mussed about upon the pillow, and even in his sleep, Mikami looked stern and serious. Light laughed quietly—it was almost cute, seeming so very solemn while you slept. Light watched the blanket rise and fall with Mikami's breath, and wondered. What was it Mikami dreamt of?

But Mikami's sleep was without dreams—it wasn't even sleep. Mikami lay, fully awake, listening to Light's movement curiously, while acting as if sound asleep. He had awoken with the initial movement Light made, because since he had dozed off, he slept uneasily, his mind unable to accept the fact that he was in bed with Light and not doing anything.

Light stared at the wall, lost in thought… what was L doing right now?


In Mello's special room slept L, dreaming of strange things. In the room in which L, Mello, and Matt had been playing video games sat Mello, unable to sleep. He stared at the blank television screen without moving for several minutes before standing, and walking noiselessly out of his Nothingness room.

I have… no idea… what just happened. I was writing, and listening to music, and all of a sudden OH-GEE-LOOK-L-RAPED-MELLO-LAWL. I think my brain is broken, readers. I truly do.