Summary: Raito is no longer one person. There is Kira and Raito. Two can't exist in one body. What can detective L do? Please review.

Bold lettering Kira

BIPOLAR DEATH: THE REVOLUTION

"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist."
-Stewart Alsop

"Raito. . ." L stared once again at the desperate look in his eyes. Raito had made it a habit to grab his head and to try to drum out the voice in his head. L had seen other habits that had happened in the last few days. The black clothes and the smell of dead roses had clung to his weak yet strong body. L got up and leaned his head on Raito's shoulder.

Raito stiffened up then relaxed as L's figure was above him. L's memory of the past shifted his head. "You smell like. . ."

Before L remembered the scent of lavender on Raito's person and how it brought up his day one morning when they were still looking for Kira. Now the dead rose scent had occupied Raito's skin.

L didn't like it.

He missed the hint of lavender aroma on Raito. Sure it wasn't a gentleman smell; however that's what L liked about Raito's scent. L was sure that he could distinct Raito's scent from others. Now that the rain had washed away all of the perfume of dead roses on Raito's body he now smelled like. . .

". . . rain." L pointed up to the crying heavens and sighed. It wasn't a good thing to go and smell another man. Society would think he was weird, not that they didn't already though. L couldn't help it.

"You smell good, Raito-kun."

Raito was brought to a halt. L was acting so out of character! Raito checked L's fore head for his temperature. L had a fever.

"L I think its better if we get back. You're sick."

"No I'm fine."

"No your not! Stop lying! You say you'll get rid of Kira but that won't happen! You say your fine but you're sick! Why are you lying?"

"I don't lie and I don't break promises. You see Raito I made a pledge of death a long time ago." L came closer to Raito.

"I swore to myself that if I didn't solve a case I would pledge my life on solving it no matter what the consequences, even if that consequence means death Raito-kun."

Raito had a difficult time breathing. It was as if L had grasped his heart with his warm hands.

"Why would you make such a promise?"

"Life wasn't interesting enough I guess." L sighed. That's all that there was to it at first, until he met his new rival.

"That's it? You would risk your life because it wasn't interesting enough? What kind of logic is that?!" Raito stopped and felt guilty he shouldn't be saying such things since Raito himself thought life was boring until he found the death note and was able to duel against one of the greatest detectives in the world.

"That's just how I feel, I'm sure you had your reasons to cleanse this world of unjust criminals but that didn't stop you Raito-kun from creating chaos and creating Kira."

It was a hard blow on Raito. Just as L held his heart he squeezed the sweet flavor of love out of him and only left his heart full of sadness.

L turned away immediately regretted his words, but his stubborn pride really didn't want him to apologize.

Just as the conflict inside L had ended and he had decided to ask for forgiveness-

"I'm sorry L."

L sat frozen at his response. "Why did you say sorry when I should be the one to be asking for your forgiveness? I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry."

Raito got up while the rain was causing tinkering sounds around him and leaving a cold fear in his mind, body and soul.

"I want to die L. At least then I won't be tortured anymore. That way I could stop all of this." Raito grabbed a piece of the stained glass window. Sharp edges perfect for piercing skin, Raito thought

A sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the empty pews. L had slapped Raito.

"Don't even joke about something like that! Don't waste your life by running away! That's not the Raito I got to know during this investigation!"

L took the large broken piece of broken glass and threw it to the other side of the abandoned church.

Raito watched as L placed his bony hands on an old piano that was rotting. Wood had lost its color and the keys had also discolored. L began to play a soft tune, while whispering the lyrics inside his head. The shirtless piano playing L let Raito sit next to him. The rain still poured its tears and through it all and Raito felt comfortable once again.

"How do you do that?"

L faced Raito and kept playing his tune. "Do what Raito-kun?"

"How can you be serious one second and then calm the next?"

"Its something I learned in the Wammy house." L finished his tune and let the raindrops play on the keys.

L cocked his head to the side. "Though there were some things you didn't learn at the Wammy house right?"

"Yes some things I had to learn the hard way like loosing trust in any human being."

"Did you even have a social life back then?" Raito became curious, why was it now he was drawn towards L?

"Not really. We all were busy trying to excel each other." L stated the truth; he wasn't the only one trying to be the best detective in the world.

"You mean you never played truth or dare, or even kiss anyone back then?"

L shook his head no. He didn't have time for such games.

"Then no one has ever. . ."

Raito touched L's lips feeling the soft pink flesh under his fingers. In an instant his fingers were replaced by his mouth. It was as if it came by naturally.

This . . . this . . . kiss was perpetual bliss.

L felt his heart jump out and backed away. Raito looked flushed and bowed his head.

"I'm sorry . . . I. . . Forget what I did L I didn't. . ." L stood still savoring the warmth of another's lips.

L knew he couldn't forget that kiss, not ever. After all,

"That was my first kiss Raito-kun."

Raito stunned as ever smiled and even proud to be the first to steal the lips of the world's greatest detective. It was so grand having the title repeated in his head.

"That's unfair, you have already kissed before I have and yet you took the opportunity to steal my lips for the first time. Let me steal something from you so that at least we can be even Raito-kun."

In Raito's head it meant 'let me have revenge on you Raito'. Things always just got interesting with L around, it never got boring, never.

"And what exactly are you planning to steal from me?"

"Your innocence."

Raito could have died of a heart attack in the next sixty seconds, but it didn't happen since he as Raito and not Kira, decided to not touch the cursed notebook again after the torture of his other self.

It wasn't like he was against having sex with a male he had heard others it was thrilling. . . but with L? Sure as Kira he would of loved any possible idea to torture Raito or L, even if it was as low as raping. . .

Raito shuddered at the thought, there was no way he would give himself into Kira, and there was no way he was going to let Kira any where near L!

All of Raito's boldness had been meshed together into a strong orb of defiance against Kira. He was never going to let Kira near his favorite rival and lover. . .

'Oh no. . . .I said lover.' Raito gasped as he had said the most dangerous word in the dictionary known to man. Well at least in his dictionary.

It was a verb for fools!

Yet looking at L, that all changed. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, skin by skin, lips by lips, and finally heart by heart.

To cut a long story short, Raito had fallen for his rival, male or female it didn't matter, the heart that kept him alive didn't beat as much as now.

The word 'love' was still a dangerous word in his dictionary. At this moment it meant more than the world at his grasp, it meant he had the detective's heart at his grasp. For that Raito was willing to take any risk against danger.

The raining made him and L hunger for each others warmth.

L held him closer; even though he was an amateur, the burning bliss was not false.

L got rid of Raito's shirt and gently caring for Raito's wounded hands.

"I don't want to scare you, neither do I want you to leave Raito, I've realized this lately," L kissed every inch of Raito's flawless skin. "I am human and I have wanted his for a while, yet I stopped myself, do you know why?" L drew designs with his finger on Raito's pants. He began to slightly pressing his leg closer to Raito's manhood and at the same time flicking sensitive spots on Raito's nipples with his tongue. Raito moaned and wondered if L was lying about his first kiss. People who just lost their first kiss couldn't have been an expert already at teasing another's body! But what did Raito know? He had never done this before!

"You're the last person I want to hurt at this point Raito, and if I were to force you while you are unwilling than that will just hurt both of us."

L stopped all his motions and got up waiting for Raito's answer.

Looking at Raito now L wanted so badly to touch and cuddle the younger boy in this cold rain, but his pride kept him at bay.

"I have never considered myself being uke on my first time L."

L shook his head to get rid of this illusion in his mind.

Raito came closer and wrapped his arms around L's pale neck. "Although I'm currently thinking of reconsidering that position and surrender to you L."

Okay so maybe it was his fever! L blamed his fever.

Raito placed himself shyly on L's lap and unzipped both their pants and felt warmth between each others members. L fell backward letting a horny Raito hover above him.

"Okay that obviously wasn't an illusion." L convinced himself this was all real and that he wasn't having another wet dream. He had trouble with those especially that time when they were chained to each other and. . .

L let the details travel south and caused an uprising blush on his face.

L decided to blame the fever again.

"Maybe it should be the other way around L." Raito let himself get even closer skin touching skin.

L could smell the scent of rain and a hint of lavender. His scent is what intoxicated him at this point.

He let his eyes close with serene peace in his mind.

Raito carefully watched L he seemed at peace until he opened his eyes.

Mischief was in L's eyes.

Raito was pushed back towards the altar. His hands above his head, he was officially trapped with cold metal cuffs.

"Where the heck did the cuffs come from!?" Raito protested.

"From my back pocket."

"From who?!" Raito shrieked

"From Misa Misa actually."

"Are you kidding me!? Why did Misa give you hand cuffs?" L rolled his eyes.

L didn't want to explain so he kept silent.

"L! Tell me now!" Raito bucked upward.

Unfortunately for L it ruined his stubbornness. Raito screaming at him and him bucking upward turned out to be a turn on.

"Misa was planning on using these on you." L pulled out a blindfold, flavored lube, and pointed to the handcuffs.