A/N: Very, very unexpected chapter. For me, at least. I was going to write about Light and/or Ryuzaki wondering if they were in love…but, umm, this is what I wrote instead. :D Don't ask me. Besides, I needed to write in some fluff before the beginning of the Yotsuba arc [which I am kind of dreading…]. :) So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Light/Kira and L/Ryuzaki don't belong to me. D:

[Several days later…]

[Ryuzaki's POV]

"Bye, Yagami-kun! Bye, Ryuzaki!" Matsuda called, waving goodbye before the elevator doors closed in front of him.

Ryuzaki was flooded with relief as he closed the apartment door, glad that the task force had finally left. He had suffered an especially vexing day, and he couldn't wait to force all thoughts of the investigation from his head.

The endless hours of work were becoming increasingly more difficult to endure, and he often found himself wishing the day would be over. As determined as he was to catch Kira, he couldn't seem to make sense of the strange occurrences that had taken place. Nothing seemed to add up; If Light was Kira, then how were people still dying? And if he wasn't Kira…then who was?

He had been so sure that Light was Kira, but now he suddenly found that hard to believe. And he couldn't deny that something in Light had changed…was it that he used to be Kira, perhaps? It was certainly a possibility. He couldn't doubt himself enough to conclude that Light never had been Kira, and yet he simply refused to believe that Light still was Kira. He was more than 90% certain that his hypothesis was correct; so much so that he had even considered removing the handcuffs. The only problem with his theory was that he had no concrete evidence to support it-and, whether it was true or not, Kira was still out there.

They had come no closer to catching the murderer than they had been several weeks ago. And yet, every day, people were still dying, helpless victims of Kira's fatal wrath…it was something that haunted him. Damn it, Kira, he thought to himself, I will catch you…

Ryuzaki sighed and closed his eyes, willing himself to forget about the investigation for a few hours. Where's Light? He wondered silently. The cunning youth seemed to have a natural talent for distracting him…

A pair of warm, sturdy arms suddenly wrapped themselves around him. "Mmm, Ryuzaki…I thought they would never leave," Light whispered, his lips at Ryuzaki's ear.

Ryuzaki smiled and leaned into Light, his hand reaching up to stroke the boy's silky auburn locks. "Are we a little impatient today, Light-kun?"

Light chuckled softly. "You could say that," he replied, pressing his lips to Ryuzaki's hair.

Ryuzaki twisted in his arms, turning so that he could rest his head on Light's chest. "I missed you too, Light-kun," he murmured into the fabric of his shirt.

Light drew back, gently titling Ryuzaki's chin upward so that their eyes met. His gaze was smoldering as he traced a cool finger across the detective's smooth lips. Ryuzaki closed his eyes, his lips parting slightly under Light's hand as he melted into the soft touch.

Light's hand trailed along his jaw and down his neck, coming to rest at the center of his chest. His other hand twined into Ryuzaki's hair, gently pulling him closer. Ryuzaki could feel Light's cool breath fanning across his face, their lips only inches apart. His stomach twisted in anticipation, and he eagerly closed the distance between them…

[Light's POV]

Something in Light's pocket began to vibrate, and a gravelly male voice shattered the silence between them.

"WHAT'S UP fuanzai ippai hanzai kienai towa ni, WHAT'S UP fuanzai ippai urami ni wana dare daun, WHAT'S UP fuanzai ippai hanzai kienai towa ni--- " Light sighed and disentangled himself from Ryuzaki, reaching into his pocket and flipping his phone open.

"Hello?" he asked in a rather irritated voice, ignoring Ryuzaki's disapproving grimace.

"Light? It's your father," the voice responded.

Light blinked, surprised. "Dad? What do you need? Is everything okay?"

"Yes," the voice responded. "I called to ask if you wanted to come home for dinner. Ryuzaki is invited too, of course."

"Oh, um…why didn't you ask while you were still here?"

"It was your mother's idea. She's making nigiri, your favorite."

"Okay. Let me ask Ryuzaki." Light covered the lower half of the phone with his hand and turned to the frowning detective. "Is it okay if we go to my house for dinner?"

Surprise flitted across Ryuzaki's features. "I…I suppose. But you do know that I'll be coming, too…," he replied, staring pointedly at the chain that connected them.

Light nodded, the corners of his lips turning up in amusement before he removed his hand from the phone.

"Ryuzaki says that'll be fine, dad."

"Good. Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Uh, sure."

"Okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Sounds good, dad. See you soon."

Light closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, turning back to Ryuzaki. The look of astonishment on the detective's face made him laugh, and he pulled him into a tight embrace. "Don't worry," he said in a reassuring voice, "my mother's not that bad of a cook."

Ryuzaki smiled and wrapped his arms around Light. "I'm sure she's an excellent cook, Light-kun."

Light chuckled, brushing a few strands of inky black hair away from Ryuzaki's eyes before gently pressing his lips to the detective's forehead. "I hope you like sushi then, Ryuzaki."

A/N: Hehe. Silly Light, Ryuzaki only likes sugar. :) And, in case you didn't notice, Light's ringtone was the Death Note theme song in romaji. ;D It's called 'What's Up People' by Maximum the Hormone. I would've put it in English, but I figured it might be harder to recognize. So, yeah. :3 Hope you liked it.

Next chapter: A very…interesting dinner at the Yagami household. ;D