Disclaimer: Note that none of these characters belong to me. I an merely borrowing them for use in the fanfic.

Note: This story will contain Yaoi/Shounen-Ai.

Another Note: I'm really horrible at writing humor. If you have any suggestions, PLEASE, don't hesitate to leave them in a review or message!

Day 17

Sunlight was dim, scarcely making it through the small, barred windows. The blood marks on the ceiling were barely visible, as there was almost no light in the cells. By that time, Light had noticed that there wasn't only blood on the ceiling, but everywhere. Granted, most had been chiseled or washed away, but it was still there. Besides, how do you even get blood on the ceiling anyway?

Come to think of it, it wasn't something he wanted to know.

Boots clunked on the concrete floor.

The guard passed without a word towards Light.

Light went back to his thoughts.

The walls were a dimmed, grey-red veil of washed away blood. What had happened that caused the release of so much of the liquid? No, that wasn't something he wanted to know either.

The one thing that he wondered about, though, was the fact that there was no blood on the floor. None. Instead, the ceiling and walls were covered in it. How peculiar.

Ryuk vaporized in front of Light, scaring him half to death. The Shinigami held out a strawberry. Light just stared, wondering what Ryuk was implying by only bringing him L's favorite foods. How he had despised that oddly sitting, sweet loving, anti-social detective. How he still loathed him. As always, Light just glared at the newly acquired food, then up to Ryuk. The Shinigami smiled, open-mouthed, and nodded at him. Light took the strawberry and glared at it even more. He then threw it at Ryuk's head. Surprisingly, it bounced off. The Shinigami caught the offending fruit. He held it out again, hoping Light would at least try it. They were the best, other than apples, food he'd ever had. All the way from Paris, a very long journey if you asked the Shinigami. Really, though, it had only taken a few minutes to travel that distance, considering he could vaporize anywhere.

Ryuk waved the strawberry in front of Light's face. The male in question just glared, his arms crossed. Finally, he gave in and took the fruit again. This time, though, instead of chucking it at the Shinigami he'd come to love, he took a bite off the very tip. Sweetness seemed to expand in his mouth, not a hint of strawberry's usual sour flavor traceable. Nothing was wrong. Did L ever have strawberries like that? Maybe that was the reason he loved the tiny fruits so much.

No.

No more thoughts about L.

Never again.

Light flopped onto his back in his cell, going back to staring at the ceiling. He whispered a thank-you to Ryuk for bringing the strawberry, and resumed silence. Ryuk, in his annoying manners of entertaining himself, suddenly decided to latch onto Light. So, he did.

The rather large Shinigami descended on Light, practically crushing him under the thin, lengthy body he had. The wings curled around the younger man, picking him off the floor slightly. Ryuk seemed to purr, showing his affection. Light tried to get away without struggling too much, secretly almost.

Eventually, Light succumbed to the insane Shinigami's hug. He remained still, letting himself fall limp. The wings tightened on Light's form, Ryuk clearly enjoying himself. It was rare that Light actually let him do this sort of thing.

After deciding that Light wasn't even responding to his hug, just laying there and enduring it, Ryuk let go and floated away a bit.

The human sighed, grinning slightly. He looked to the Shinigami that had just finished assaulting him, and his smiled broadened. At least Ryuk had had fun while the 'hug' lasted.

Boots, larger than the previous ones, clanked on the floor as the guard approached. Light rubbed the light sleep from his eyes and stared through the bars. Probably the largest guard he'd ever seen was slowly sauntering down the hallway, peering into every cell as he passed it. The man was obviously meant for Light. But what had he done wrong? Nothing within the past few days qualified as 'punishable' in his mind. Yet still, the massive guard continued on his path. His footsteps shook the ground slightly, sending tiny quivers of fear up Light's spine. He didn't like when people were larger than him in any way. Be it bulk, fat, or height. The scrawny criminal inched into the corner of his cage, hiding behind his bed.

The footsteps stopped.

Light curled tighter.

"Yagami. Show yourself," a deep, menacing voice boomed. Criminals of all types peeked out from their cells at the sound.

Light inched out of his hiding place rather reluctantly. He caught sight of the guard, and promptly made to hide again. A key turned in the lock, and the cells door creaked open. By this time, there were murmurs humming all across the hallway. Light shrunk back against the wall. He was in no mood to deal with the authorities at that point in time.

A beefy hand reached around and grabbed Light by the back of his shirt. He was lifted to his feet, and another hand grabbed his before the original one let go. The guard had an iron grip on Light's wrist, and the young man saw no chance of escape.

"Come with me," the, decided by Light, fat man boomed.

"May I ask where we're going?" Light could feel the quaver in his voice. He had masked it as well as possible, but to no avail. Still, there was that looming quiver.

"You've been called upon. We're transferring you to the Fey Wong Prison in central Japan."

"Aren't we already in central Japan?"

"…" The man stared at him as if he had said that he was L. "No, we're in southwest Japan."

"Oh."

A small 'bye, Light…' followed after the departing couple, obviously coming from Usami. Light had to admit, he would miss his newfound friend. Maybe they could meet again someday.

After that, Light followed the man wordlessly.

It was a short trip, but they quickly passed through many long corridors. There were no rooms for the most part; only halls and corridors. How dull. Eventually, the pair came outside into the sun. Or, what was supposed to be sun. It was pouring, and within seconds, they were soaked through the underwear. Light didn't mind the rain, but the guard's mood went on a steep decline the moment they exited into the weather. His hand tightened around Light's wrist, spurring slight pain from his broken finger. He was piled into a black limousine, unfitting for a criminal. Perfect for a God.

It was a long, silent drive, consuming over two hours of time, changing that time into boring seconds that ticked by as slowly as possible. Nobody spoke, nobody moved. Light stared out the window, taking in the scant scenery as they passed through bustling cities and quiet woods. Eventually, Light fell asleep, and thus had no idea how long the full drive was. The only thing he remembered about the drive aside from the two hours, already passed, was an elbow being sharply jabbed into his side. He slowly came awake. The guard was staring at him with deep-set eyes, already halfway out of the limo. Light yawned and followed him.

Instantly, his hands were bound at his back; they obviously didn't trust him much. He was lead through endless tunnels and corridors, finally reaching a large room. In the center stood a small, round table. Two teacups adorned the table, each filled with sweet smelling liquid. Light raised an eyebrow. What was going on? Why hadn't he been taken to a cell?

Light looked up…

And froze.

L smiled. "Hello, Light."

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