Hey guys, sorry it took me so long; midterms and junk. Not to mention I'm also writing another fanfiction for Stan and Kyle pairing at the same time XO…anywho, it's kinda short but I promise to be faster with my updates! Thanks again for all the reviews, they're greatly appreciated!

L made calls to Watari, informing him that he was too under the weather to return to the office that day. After the calls were made he looked to the sleepy Raito and asked sincerely,

"What do I do now?"

"What?" Raito begged

L continued to explain, "I have not been ill since I was a child…eight and half to be specific…I don't know how to care for this."

Raito cocked a brow and after a few moments of getting over the shock that L was a genius investigator who couldn't cure allergies he sighed and said, "You should rest…you should be having green tea, hot towels over your head and take some pain killers."

L looked away as if bothered, so Raito queried, "What's wrong?"

L sighed loudly as he murmured, "It all just sounds like a lot to do; sounds rather tedious…"

Raito glared; that asshole! I'm trying to help him and all he can do is complain?! He never changes, the freak…

Raito clenched his teeth and nearly snarled, "Look, Ryuuzaki, you have to take care of these things or not feel better as fast. What would like to do?"

L sighed and closed his eyes as he replied, "Fine, Light-kun, fetch me whatever it is that will cure this pain."

Raito was right about to lean over and strangle the detective, but swallowed his pride and stood. He made a point to make a slightly painful tug on the chain as it stretched to the bathroom. He found a small bottle of Tylenol and spilled two of the small pills into his palm; he put it away then traveled to the kitchen. He realized that the chain was stretching and L was most likely falling off the bed, but he couldn't have cared less. He began boiling water and set up a small glass with a green tea bag and four sugars; he knew L was a sugar-psycho so he assumed L would take at the very least four sugars. As the water was boiling he ran hot water over a small hand-towel and returned to the bedroom. He came up to the detective who had gathered himself on the bed again and placed the towel on his forehead. L's wide black eyes stared up to the teenage boy innocently.

Raito paid no attention to the fascinated glint in them and walked off a little more, turning the television on to the Cold Case Files; something to entertain L. After about twenty minutes the water began to boil and Raito headed over to the whistling room. He poured the hot water into the glass with the four sugars and green tea bag and came back to L. He settled the glass down on the bedside table with the Tylenol and told L to take them. After all was finished and done Raito went to take a book from the desk across the room. He picked up his book then he looked back to L. L's digits were curled over the blanket, pulling it up to his chin that held his pout. His wide eyes were following Raito's and he had a very slight tinge of pink in his cheeks as he broke the silence; "Light-kun…"

Raito was taken aback by the vulnerability in L's voice as he continued, "I am sorry that I treated you like a servant…I think this illness may cause me to be irritable…thank you for your help…"

Raito blushed and looked away, trying to bleach the red that stained his face as he replied, "Don't mention it, Ryuuzaki…"

L looked away and added, "I think I do remember some green tea when I was young…"

Raito looked back to L with soft eyes. He returned to the comforters with his book and began to read. He felt L's eyes on him and returned the pressing gaze. Raito asked curiously, "What?"

L told him, "I have already solved this old case. I cannot believe it took them three years to solve it."

"Well, they didn't have evidentiary support." Raito chided

"Then I may be hunting Kira forever…"

Raito looked back to L; L's pale features never missing a beat in sending chills down Raito's spine. Lying there, the towel removed from his brow with black hair spread in all directions like crows feathers. His pallid expression, his boney structure, his black, endless eyes like a black hole sucking in all the attention of all the energies in the room. His looks symmetrical and warming as they were ice cold; he was deafeningly beautiful. L lie there like an abandoned porcelain doll, or a foggy portrait of a vampire. No matter what L resembled, L was intimidating in his looks alone.

"I hope not." Raito lied

L moved his eyes to Raito's as if there was a dark ambition hidden behind them. To Raito's surprise L only sighed and told him, "I suppose that's all you're capable of."