The morning found Light in his usual spot, having washed up and changed his clothes.

L was on the other side of the bars, subtly watching him as he continued his half-hearted work on the Kira Case, eating some pink frosted cupcakes for breakfast.

Light's own breakfast of eggs and toast are sitting on the floor, the teen having made no effort to consume them after waking up and hit with a thick sense of apprehension and nausea.

Light had been sitting silently by the cot for an hour now, eyes blankly staring into space as what seemed to be anxiety passed his features occasionally.

L had a couple of websites and some articles that had to do with the condition of lycanthropy. Most of it mentioned about the medical condition that one believes that they are an animal, which is definitely not true in Light's case.

He sighed, finding it to be as tedious as the case that he is currently working on.

"Light-kun?"

The brunette didn't respond, his eyes remaining fixed to a single spot on the floor.

"Light-kun?" L said a little louder and he twitched.

Light raised his head to look at him, his eyes darkened with some form of emotion that L couldn't easily discern.

He almost looked terrified…

It was clear that Light didn't have any recollection of the first night but he seemed to be reacting to some form of memory from last night. It can't be said how much he remembered and Light-kun didn't look like he's in any mood to answer questions.

"Is Light-kun alright?"

"I'm fine," he muttered, averting his gaze.

L didn't respond, only staring at him wordlessly.

"Li-"

"Fine," he shifted to curl in further to himself, his voice barely a whisper, "I'm freaking out."

L was quiet for a moment, before asking, "Would Light-kun like some of my cupcakes?"

Light levelled him with a mildly disgusted stare, "No."

"But it should help Light-kun calm down."

Light glared at him, his shoulders tense, "No, it won't help me to calm down."

"Sugar always helps me to calm down," he pouted.

Light ignored him for the sake of staring at the floor, before thinking back to their conversation.

Wait, does that mean L was trying to make me feel better?

He glanced at the detective, who had taken to licking at the frosting forlornly.

Ugh, he's gross.

Just as always.

Light calmed slightly at the display of normalcy and decided that he was hungry.

L watched discreetly as Light finally reached for his plate and ate his breakfast.

"Does Light-kun want a cupcake?" He offered, while he's still in the middle of his meal, "I can spare one."

"No, thanks," he huffed, "You really are annoying."

"When I'm trying to be nice?" L asked, pretending to be hurt, "Light-kun is mean."

Light rolled his eyes, "Light-kun has always been mean to you."

If he's not, then he'll no longer be himself.

He suddenly lost his appetite, staring miserably at the half-eaten piece of toast and egg.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Light-kun," L said after a while.

"Shut up," he grumbled, leaving the plate on the floor.

Light curled up in his usual spot, looking worried, "You don't know what you're talking about."

L remained silent, going back to work on the Kira Case while Light reached for his laptop, casting a glance at his hand.

He'd remembered seeing his arm changing, skin turning dark and the hot sensation of fur sprouting all over it, all over his body.

Then all was black and blank after that.

Light jumped when the door was opened and Watari entered the room.

The old man looked like he always did, if not slightly uneasy.

"It's alright Watari," L said, his eyes fixed on the screen, "Light-kun will not turn during the day so it is safe to enter the cell."

"How can you be so sure?" Light demanded, grabbing the plate and sliding it through the open slot in the door, "Here you go, Watari."

Watari looked surprised and relieved at the same time, before his expression morphed to look apologetic.

"Would you like anything, Yagami-kun?"

"No, thank you," Light smiled politely.

L watched him leave out of the corner of his eyes, his thumb sticking into his mouth.

The Task Force called the next moment, discussing about the marginal progress in the case and what they've found. At some point, Soichiro asked about the well-being of his son and the others expressed concerns.

The teen listened to the conversation nervously, his eyes staring at the screen but his hands were not moving.

"Light-kun is still too ill to join the investigation," L muttered, reaching for his seventh cupcake and generating loud munching sounds for the others to hear, "But his condition is improving and he should be able to rejoin the investigation soon."

"Can I see my son?" Soichiro asked and L could see Light fidgeting slightly in his peripheral vision.

"That is currently unadvisable," L said, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in his mouth and making it difficult to make out his words, "I'll see what I can do, I will contact you when I do."

He cut the connection and swallowed, licking a few stray crumbs off his hand.

"What are we going to do?" Light asked quietly, clearly worried.

L placed his hands onto his knees and uttered, "Well, we certainly cannot use the same excuse forever."

"We'll have to tell them eventually."

Light frowned, "That is what I'm afraid of."

L reached for another cupcake, holding it up by his finger and thumb and stared at it.

"I have contacted some researchers who claimed they have knowledge in this field, as unlikely as it is," L added solemnly, "They shall arrive in another day or two."

"Who?"

L bit into the frosting, licking it off his lips and answered, "Their leading researcher goes by the name of Dr. Mikhailov, and they mentioned that do have actual werewolves that they are currently studying."

Light didn't like the sound of that, especially 'studying'. It made it sound like he's some test subject.

"Of course I have am in the position to fire them if I do not like what they're doing, so worry not."

Light huffed, not liking the idea of L making decisions for him, "That's what I'm worried about."

Although that did make him feel a little better, L is more trustable than some stranger he didn't know after all.

Just slightly.

"In the meantime, I wish to take some DNA samples from you, Light-kun," L said, putting down his cupcake, "If you don't mind."

"What kind of samples?" Light asked suspiciously.

"Hair, saliva and blood," L said, "Since there were a series of changes to your body, I would like to observe them at the molecular level, as well as any changes to your hormone levels, as well as-"

"Okay I get it," Light muttered, there are a lot of things one could get from DNA testing and he wasn't keen on hearing all of it.

"I would need samples both before and after the change," L mentioned, gesturing at the tranquilizer gun, "So I would be putting Light-kun to sleep tonight if you don't mind."

"I don't think I would even be conscious to mind, Ryuzaki."

"Well, your transformed self would," L said, nibbling on his thumb, "I have a feeling that he doesn't like me very much."

"Strange," the teen said sarcastically.

"In any case, I would like to take the samples now," L said.

"Aren't you afraid I am going to change in the middle of it?" Light asked, looking anxious suddenly.

"I'll have Watari stand outside with the tranquilizer prepared," L said, "Since he isn't very keen in joining Light-kun inside the cell, I will be the one to take them."

"Besides, from what I observed, Light-kun only changes during the night," L added.

"You can't be certain…"

"Then I'm willing to take the risk," L said, smiling, "It has always been a gamble to me after all."

Light stared at him, "Is that what you get off on?"

"Whatever is Light-kun talking about?" L said 'innocently'.

Light rolled his eyes.


It was over quite quickly, after Light's initial protest over L cutting off a lock of his hair.

"It'll grow back," L said.

"But it won't look the same!" Light complained, staying as far away from the pair of scissors.

"Light-kun won't be going out these days so it won't matter."

"It matters to me!"

"Male hair grows fairly quickly so I can't see what there is to worry about."

"The way you hold the scissors worries me!"

"I'll get an accomplished hairdresser to fix Light-kun's hair once this is done, okay?" L persuaded.

Light stared at him in doubt.

"I'll pay for it."

"Really?"

L tried not to look irritated, "Yes, really."

Light begrudgingly let him cut his hair afterwards, which L couldn't see what the fuss was about because his hairstyle literally looked the same after that.

It was pretty easy to get the rest of the samples and L left the cell, locked the door behind him and handed them to Watari to start the testing.

Then, they waited for the night to come for L to take the second set of samples.


Watari joined him again that night, just in case anything goes wrong.

He and L stared at the prowling beast within the cell, growling as it glared at them both.

The elderly man shot the werewolf with the gun.

Both of them managed to not back away as it howled in rage and slammed itself into the bars, snarling at them.

It wasn't long until it began to sway on its feet, its golden eyes still trained on them both, though its gaze wasn't as intense as before.

Watari loaded the dart gun more sedatives, lest it wakes up in the middle of the collection and turned on L.

L went over the motions like before, stepping about the massive fallen body carefully, cutting off and bagging a lock of its fur, swabbing its cheek and prepared a syringe.

He jumped when the beast stirred, one of its eyes open blearily.

It caught sight of the needle in L's hand and growled.

Watari raised his gun.

L held up a hand and stopped him.

It was awake but it didn't look like it could gather enough strength to attack him. And L didn't want to risk Light's health by introducing him to more sedatives in his bloodstream.

"It's okay…" L said softly and as soothing as he could, even though his heart is hammering in his chest, going about a million miles per hour, "I'm not going to hurt you."

He crouched slowly by its forelegs and the beast watched him in silence, there seemed to be a look of comprehension in its eyes, though it didn't appear to like what L was trying to do.

"It's going to be alright," he murmured, grabbing a alcoholic swab and quickly sterilizing the site that he'll be taking the blood from.

It let out a low rumble as L grabbed hold of its leg, its head shifting slightly.

"That's it," L wasn't really paying attention to his words anymore (his mind is in shambles) as he readied to puncture the vein, "Just hold still…"

The needle pierced its skin and the beast let out a soft whine.

"It's okay, it's okay," L repeated over and over as the syringe fills up with dark blood, cautiously keeping an eye out on its movements.

He finished the process, stopped the bleeding and left the cell room as quickly as he could with the samples.

L locked the door and gave Watari everything he'd gotten before he crammed down as much candy as he could to calm his nerves.

When he looked back at the cell, it was struggling to get up, resting its body against the side of the cot.

It watched as L sat back onto his chair, its gaze unreadable, fogged over by the effects of the drug.

The beast grunted and gave up, curling up against the bed, licking at the tiny wound on its foreleg.

It then watched the detective calmly for the rest of the night, sometimes moving about the cell room and testing the door against its weight, making L nervously curl his toes and nibbling on his thumb.

Before dawn approaches, it returned to its usual spot and laid on the floor, continuing to watch L before eventually dozing off.

A soft beep sounded on L's laptop and he turned his attention to it, seeing that Watari had sent him a message.

'L, the group of researchers have experienced some flight complications, their arrival will be delayed. Only Dr. Mikhailov have reached Japan, I will be back with him in about 2 hours.'

L replied to the message and hoped that they are able to deal with Light's condition.

If not, solving the current case will just become more complicated.