Here it is guys, the long-awaited unveiling of L's new look! I'm planning on drawing a fanart to illustrate exactly how this looks, but I'm confident that my descriptive abilities will suffice for now. However, if any of you would like to draw a fan art, please do! I've never had any fanart but I've always wanted some!

Also, to whoever sent me that extremely sweet review on the Lonely Sea, I love you. No seriously, I do. I'm not sure you understand how much it means to me that my story touched someone that deeply. I only wish you hadn't reviewed anonymously so I could thank you properly! But hopefully you'll get this anyway.

Disclaimer: Who exactly do I think I'm kidding? The day I own death note is the day that Light wears knickerbockers in public and L decides to live with me permanently!!!

On with the story!!!

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Ryuuzaki peered nervously around the corner again, wringing his hands fitfully. No one was there. In fact, the others weren't due to show up for another few moments. In fact, Yagami-san should be approaching in three… two…

The door slowly opened and closed as a drowsy Soichiro wandered in, cup of coffee clutched in his weary hands. L pulled back into the shadows of the hallway.

"Light, I don't know if this is a good idea…" L began hesitantly.

Light rolled his eyes. "Come on, Ryuuzaki. Don't tell me the three greatest detectives in the world are all nervous!"

Ryuuzaki bit his lip. "Well technically, it is just one great detective; the others are all alia…"

"Ryuuzaki," Light interrupted.

"Yes, Light?"

"Shut up."

Ryuuzaki slouched unhappily against the wall. How on earth was this going to work? He had looked the same for twenty years. In fact, he bet he had worn a white shirt and jeans as an infant. Hmmm. And he bet he toddled around all slunched over, and he sat hunched in the most adorable manner and…

He was pulled out of his musings by a tug on his hair. "Ow, Light. Stop that."

"Your hair is defying the laws of physics, Ryuuzaki! It needs more gel."

"It's fi…" Ryuuzaki was silenced by the plop of goop onto his cranium. Rolling his eyes, L let Light's deft hands massage the goop into his unruly frizz while he watched Matsuda and Aizawa make their way into the investigation room, yawning widely.

"What if it doesn't work, Light?"

"What are you talking about, Ryuuzaki? Of course it will work. We're both geniuses, and I'm practically a professional when it comes to looking good. What could go wrong? You look fine."

It was true. L looked fantastic. His skin was pearly white and smooth because of Light's moisturizers. His hair was manageable but buoyant, and as Light ran his hands through it, he marveled at the silky softness. It fell gracefully over L's thin forehead and down his straight thin shoulders. His eyes had lost the unhealthy sheen that was so predominant in insomniacs, giving way to a healthier, even more intense look. This intensity was brought out nicely by the hint of mascara Light had applied and made more dramatic by the shards of silver that lurked within L's obsidian eyes.

His frame was slim, but completely upright for once, and the slightly cocky stance Light had taught him highlighted the slimness of his hips and the muscles in his slender legs. He wore a pair of tight, perfectly ironed slacks and dress shoes, as well as a long sleeved dress shirt (also rather tight) that elongated his slim, strong abdomen. The sleeves were rolled up to pale, perfectly-moisturized elbows, and the top button was undone, giving the whole outfit the air of someone slightly disheveled but still extremely sharp. Everything in the outfit was black, save the pure, angel-white tie. All in all, Light acknowledged… L was hot.

And clueless.

"I do not doubt your abilities, Light-kun," the hot, albeit clueless detective babbled on. "But what if I mess it up? There is a seventy-one percent chance that I will go out there and look fine, but still manage to be utterly ridiculous."

"For once in my life, Ryuuzaki, I'm going to disagree with your statistics. Now look at me."

Ryuuzaki reluctantly glanced over to the younger boy. Light reached out and carefully wiped some stray mascara from the corner of L's eye. The small motion did not help L's nerves any, but Light suddenly looked into his eyes, and L found himself calming down. Why was this boy's gaze so entrancing? Tawny gold, with just a tint of warm red… impossible eyes. Not even L, with all his genius, could describe the miracle of genetics that created those eyes. It should have been impossible, since both Light's parents had dark brown, almost black eyes. But here was their wondrous offspring, with eyes like honeyed amber. L felt his heart rate slowing, his mind calming under Light's gaze.

Light blinked, tearing his eyes away from the abyss-like obsidian of the detective's stare. "It's going to be fine. What could happen? You'll offend Aizawa and his afro? Or will Matsuda be disappointed that you didn't buy a pair of his unfortunate brown shoes? None of these people are perfect, Ryuuzaki. They won't judge you."

Ryuuzaki shook his head a little, coming out of his trance. "I suppose not. But will you?"

"What?" Light turned his head to glare at L. "What on earth are you talking about Ryuuzaki?"

"How would you judge me? Am I…how did you put it… presentable?" Ryuuzaki quickly stood as Light had shown him, back straight, hip cocked, smirk in place. "What do you think?"

Light ran his eyes over L's slim form and flushed. His pants really did look good on Ryuuzaki. "You'll do. Now get out there before I shove you out there myself." With that, he strolled nonchalantly into the room and sat at his computer.

L steeled himself, taking one final deep breath before walking out into the fray.

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"Good morning," L said dully as he walked into the room. Looking dubiously at his new (tighter) pants, he wondered how on earth he was going to sit down. After a moment, he decided on a frontal approach. He sat sedately in the chair and began to bring his feet up to rest on the…

"Psst!" L glanced over. Light shook his head, gesturing to his own body. Light's back was relaxed but straight, leaning back in his chair, and the ankle of one leg lay comfortable on the knee of the other. He was, as usual, picturesque. Ryuuzaki glared daggers at him before attempting to copy his posture.

Hmmm…

Awkward, but not horrible. Perhaps sometimes he would sit like this… not everyday, but on days when his full reasoning power was not strictly necessary…

"Holy crap, Ryuuzaki!"

L sighed, before turning his head an inch to the left. "What is it, Matsuda?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Light shaking his head. Sighing, L spun the chair all the way around and graced Matsuda with a smile. "What is it, Matsuda?" he said with a poisonous grin. In his peripheral, he saw Light smack his forehead.

Matsuda stood, drawing the attention of the other task force members. "Ryuuzaki, you… you…"

"Yes, Matsuda?"

Soichiro, whose eyes had been slightly widened, cut in. "You look very nice today, Ryuuzaki-san."

Ryuuzaki looked over at Light's father and nodded. "Why thank you, Yagami-san."

He looked back to Matsuda. "Light and I decided that today I should endeavor to look …nice. Do you like it?" he asked, cocking his hip and giving his best shy smile.

Matsuda fainted, his nosebleed staining the tiles of the investigation room.

Soichiro sighed and turned back to his computer. Mogi (who had been ignoring the incident thus far) glanced up and gave L a slow nod of approval before returning to his screen. Aizawa rolled his eyes before leaning back slightly in his chair and dumping his coffee on Matsuda's head, waking the unconscious boy up in an unpleasantly abrupt manner.

L smiled a little and looked over at Light, who had a triumphant gleam in his eye and a smile on his face. Running another appreciative glance over L's frame, he gave the older detective the thumbs up.

FIN

Thanks for reading, folks! As a music education major, I don't have a huge amount of time to spend on here, but I always make time somehow! Review if you want, and if you have any story ideas that you don't want or would like me to write, I'd be glad to have them! I'm also available for beta-ing, so just message me or send me the info in a review!!! Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks Again! -Song