Well, here is part three! I hope you're enjoying this because I am, loads :D

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Without further ado: Mostly a history catch-up here, trying to tie it to the real storyline as much as possible.


CHAPTER THREE - Avalanche

Light sat down at the table and watched L stacking sugar cubes, one on top of the other, none of them straight. The impossible structure had to collapse at some point, but it just kept getting higher and higher. Years of practice had made L an expert at balance.

Light lifted his own cup of steaming coffee and drank from it, watching carefully. Sooner or later it would fall. But, with his characteristic calm, L placed a final cube on the very top and then stopped, as if knowing that the next one would topple it. The both of them watched it for a while, then L's eyes flicked up to meet Light's. Slowly, deliberately, without breaking eye contact, L nudge the table slightly and allowed the whole pile to fall. An avalanche of sugar poured over the table, with a few cubes even landing in L's cup. After a few moments of intense silence, L scooped the rest in and began to stir the tea with a silver spoon.

"You could die from eating too much sugar, L." Light grumbled. For a few seconds more there was only the clink, clink, clink as L stirred.

"Why would you say such a thing, Kira?" L said at last.

"Don't call me that." Light replied, almost by reflex. "I'm just concerned about your health."

"But I am risking my health a great deal already. I know who Kira is."

"Well, I'm not going to kill you, so that's not really a risk." Light snapped, a little annoyed by L's reasoning. Always, everything came back to his being Kira. Mind you, it had been a large part of their relationship, already.


After a while, Light and L had realised that it was impossible to carry on without being closer to each other. When L openly accused Light, it was harder for him to make excuses to be with him. That is, until they came up with the plan.

"We would live together," L had said. "We would be together all the time, and the investigation team would be none the wiser. We would never have to leave each others' side - for months, Light-kun. Just like a normal couple. I've read about it; moving in together is an important step."

Light had frowned. "Sounds great. But how?"

"Well," L said, "We need to make them think I'm investigating you. Which means cameras to follow your every move, and a means of keeping you close by at all times."

"Handcuffs?" Light had said.

"Yes." L nodded. "And special directions from me to Watari, asking him to turn off the cameras at certain points."

Light had chuckled darkly. "Are you sure? I would have thought you'd have preferred to leave them on, L… don't you want to watch us?"

"There are mirrors for that." L answered calmly, ignoring Light's implied accusation that he was a pervert like that. "I do not wish to have Watari watching us."

"You are correct on that point. And I also assumes this rules out any evidence."

L nodded. "Of course. I am ninety-eight percent certain that they will allow this."

"Why only ninety-eight?"

"Matsuda-san is quite stupid. There is always a danger that he will do something unexpected."

"Of course." Light smiled. "Then it's set."

And that evening, L made his demand, and Light reacted with appropriate surprise before agreeing. His father took some persuading, but it was not long before the chains were on and the door to their new apartment closed against all members of the public. L clicked a button on the wall, putting himself through to Watari.

"Turn off the cameras, if you please, Watari-san." He said.

"As you wish, L." Watari replied, sounding weary and disapproving. A whir announced the deactivation of their surveillance system. Light's smiled curved into a wolfish grin.

"My, my, Light-kun." L remarked. "You look like a killer about to strike."

"No, no," Light assured him smoothly, "I am a lover about to strike."

"Show me the difference." L whispered, and Light grabbed him into a kiss.

That night was one of the best of their lives.

It seemed like their plans had caused an avalanche, building up, gathering pace, everything coming together to bring them this one night of togetherness and happiness, finally able to be themselves - the themselves they kept inside. Kira and L, Light and Ryuzaki, changing and shifting, but always interlocked, like yin and yang, two halves of a perfect whole. They completed each other. Nothing could have been more fated.


"Do you remember our first night here, L?" Light asked suddenly. L took another sip of his tea, and then looked up.

"Yes." He said, showing no flicker of emotion on his pale face.

"I was just thinking of it." Light said, giving him a decidedly hungry look.

"Oh." L replied, and looked back down at his tea, though he could not have failed to guess Light's meaning. They had the day off. It was the weekend and Misa was away on a fashion shoot, and all the others were with their families. It was only natural that they use their time not to 'investigate' - which they did not need to do at all - but to engage themselves in more… recreational activities.

A little annoyed, Light tried again. "Do you have any plans, L? You see, I was thinking of going into the bedroom for the rest of the day."

"Hmm." L said, non-committaly. He took another sip of too-sweet tea.

Light rolled his eyes. He knew what L wanted. He got up from his chair and moved to kneel in front of L, the chain clinking as he did so.

"L," He said, looking up at him with perfectly practised puppy-dog eyes, "Please won't you come with me?"

L set his cup down, and looked down at Light. "Why should I do this?"

"Because I love you. Don't you love me, L?"

L smirked, finally. "Yes, of course I do. Let's go, Light-kun." He said, standing suddenly. He swept Light up into a fireman's left, catching him completely unawares. For a man of his stature, he was surprisingly strong, and carried Light easily to the bedroom. He dumped him down onto the bed, and swung the door shut.

"Watari," He said, pressing one of the buttons that were scattered about the place, "Cameras off, if you please."