Sorry for the long ass wait. I wasn't inspired. (shrug) Can't do anything about that…Double chapter; reworked. Hope this one is better E! To everyone, thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy the next bit of my insanity.

Everything in my world was as normal as it could be—including the stench Ryuzaki emitted from behind me. It actually wasn't him; it was the sweets sitting next to him. The aroma of concentrated sugar made my stomach churn. You'd think that being around it all the time I'd get used to it; but I never ca—probably never will. Once L was dead, I vowed to never see the light of a torte, or a cream pie, or anything with sugar ever again. Anything with a whipped topping or a cream filling or any sort of glaze would never be in my line of sight.

My mind wandered off as the computer's harsh light played across my face. I wondered if I could get away with killing all the CEOs of sugar companies. But then that would be an obvious clue as to Kira's identity. Then again, everything always seemingly did when L was involved. I had half a mind to write a paper as to why sugar companies should be taken to court and sued like so many individuals seemed to do in the United States with various other companies. I wonder if suing someone for emotional and physical distress were good enough legalities for formulating a case? I was being irrational. This was a dire sign to stop for the night before things got worse. Time was finally affecting my rational mind.

It would be interesting, but I highly suspect that all my research would be deleted each and every night. All hard copies would be burned, no matter how many trees were killed in the process. I couldn't see it going through a shredder; I could still somehow manage to put the pages back together—and I would do it just to piss him off. Oh, of course, Ryuzaki wouldn't let anything happen to his precious 'nourishment' and would make it his personal mission to see me fail. I wonder which case would be more important: my case against sugar or Kira?

I watched from the corner of my eye as he played with a stack of jujubes and made it into a tower. There had to be an entire container he was pl—no make that eating. Sickening. I still couldn't understand how someone could eat that, let alone in the quantities he did. It was revolting.

My back was turned away from him, and I was busy tapping away on the keys of the keyboard writing a paper for class. I did say I was apologetic for the lack of time I was spending with the team. I couldn't let my grades suffer and be cause to accusations again, so for the past week, I had brought everything with me to headquarters after class.

For some reason, and I suspect it was so he could keep a better eye on me, but Ryuzaki was happy. No wait, I don't think happy was the right word to use—more like pleased with himself. The question 'why' I had yet to figure out, but I had my suspicions. It wasn't like I had anything really to worry about. The death note was taken care of and my job as a God was laid out and fulfilled to its highest capability. So for now, the why remained unimportant and unanswered.

A week of high profile and nicely timed heart attacks and during that time, I would be under the watchful eye of the greatest and most clueless detective in the world. I would like to see him prove that I killed them if I was proverbially joined at his hip.

I smiled to myself and hit the save button on another completed paper. Granted this one was a few months early, but it gave me time for revision in a month or so…not that it would need it. It was perfect and flawless as usual.

I sighed and cracked my fingers behind my head as I stretched my tight shoulders. "Are you finished Raito-kun?"

I didn't have to look back to picture Ryuzaki popping a disgusting delicatessen into his mouth. Whatever happened to the jujubes he was eating befor—I could only shake my head in revulsion. I finished my stretch and swiveled my chair to face him. I gave him a mumbled purr before I stood and eased the tension from my lower back. I let out a slight groan of immense relief and watched as his eyes traced the stretching muscles of my abdomen.

Naturally, I allowed myself to express my vocal pleasure of being released from the confines of the chair. It was amusing to see Ryuzaki's eyes darken at the sound that emitted from my throat. Many would take that as a slip in my demeanor but it was all for show; it was all carefully timed so I could see his reaction while making it look like I didn't care.

How anyone could sit for hours on end and not move was a mystery to me. My body cramped after the first hour in these horribly ergonomic chairs. The body wasn't meant to be tortured in such a fashion.

There were many other pleasurable venues for torture. These were just torture devices minus the pleasure. "Ryuzaki, will you be up much longer, or can I sleep in the bed tonight?"

Beside me, Ryuuk cackled at my innocent stretch and my most innocent question. Ryuzaki was probably calculating the odds that I was trying to come on to him with a seductive pose and suggestive question. He could think all he wanted, but my brain needed to rest. Remember, I had just thought out the consequences of suing a sugar corporation—that alone was an obvious sign I was sleep deprived.

My mind slowly wandered back to the present and the man crouched before me on the chair stuffing something blue into his mouth. Ryuzaki blushed slightly and mumbled something about letting me have the bed. He was delectable in his flustered state. It had been a while since I had touched or breathed on his sickly, sun deprived skin. I even went out of my way to make sure our fingers didn't touch when I passed him a paper. I didn't even accidentally bump into him in the small kitchenette in the suite, although he tried several times.

It was a fun game. I had watched out of the corner of my eye as he had tried to close the gap, to feel some lingering touch, to feel some sort of heated breath upon his skin. It was funny to watch him squirm. Humans were funny creatures. Once they knew the intimate touch of a lover they couldn't go back to what was familiar. If you tried, it was cold, and the world seemed like a darker place.

Oh do not fret; I have not been without companionship. I have made sure of that. I have also made delightfully sure that Ryuzaki has been within hearing range when I answer my cell phone. I don't need human companionship to heat the lonely nights, for I do not know what those are. I am far too busy making sure the world is a safer place to live in.

That is the only thing I need to keep me warm on a cold night. The bodily urges of the beast are fed with whatever god-awful creature enters my line of sight when the need strikes. Most like to think that women want to be wined and dined, and all that romantic bullshit they scoop up and store away after watching their daytime dramas.

That is not the truth. Most want their urges fulfilled by someone that will fulfill them and not make a fuss about it in the morning. I kept my distance to the women that wanted dinner and a movie. I wanted relief, not a date. Most women in my directory were exactly the type I wanted. They wanted to be fucked so hard and so raw they were left breathless for days. Most of them had lovers other than me, and they used them for the companionship aspect of human nature. That was the type of relationship we had and we all liked it.

"Are you sure you're tired Raito-kun?" I listened to the almost suggestive tone in his voice. I wasn't sure if he was trying to come on to me or if it was another indication that I was brain fried. I was hoping it was the latter because the first was just too funny.

I stopped at the bedroom's entrance, leaning against the door jam and looked at him. His position was predictable, I didn't even have to look back to know exactly how he would be positioned. His toes would be curled into the chair, melting the leather beneath it. His chest would be resting against his thighs and he would be chewing on his left thumb while a piece of paper, now disregarded, would be in his right.

I turned and gave Ryuzaki a long, smooth glance over. I unbuttoned the cuffs of my long sleeved shirt as I did this. I watched him blush slightly under my heated stare. His face was still in control of his emotion, but I knew him better. I smirked slightly and I could practically see his heart race from beneath the white shirt. I guess I wasn't that brain fried yet.

"Yes, I am tired. Thank you for your concern. Good night, pleasant dreams Ryuzaki." I turned around and closed the door behind me. The purr of my voice seemed to echo in the smaller room. Grinning madly to myself, I got undressed and slipped into the sheets. I felt the urge to laugh catch in the back of my throat and silenced it before it could become vocalized.

I could hear the faint sounds of typing, and I knew Ryuzaki was in for another cold and lonely night. Granted, the bed was big enough for two, but tonight, I wanted some personal space. If Ryuzaki were here, then he would be in violation of my personal space, and that was unacceptable.

I was a light sleeper when I was away from the sanctity of my own bedroom, so I didn't have to fear him walking in on me. Even if he did, then I'm sure whatever object near by would serve a nice reminder…I could always say that I was dreaming and I don't remember come morning. It worked before, so what's to say it won't work again? I even had a witness to testify to it. That was the first and last time my sister ever tried to wake me up.

The sound of a loud buzzing alarm disturbed my delicious dream. Groaning, I reached over and shut off the annoying sound. I rolled back over trying to find the warm spot, but it was already vanishing. I was hoping to curl into it for a few more moments and continue the dream where I left off. Sadly, the dream was gone; as well as the lingering warm spot which was now just cold like the rest of the bed.

The lingering effects of my dream rushed back to me. I smiled and stretched as my body and mind held onto the feeling of success. It sent mouthwatering shivers down my spine and caused my morning circumstances to linger longer than normal.

L was dead and Kira was God.

Everything about that was true except for the first part and that would come about when the time was right. Deciding I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed my clothing and slipped on the complimentary white bathrobe. Even if anyone saw me, they wouldn't be able to tell. I made my way to the bathroom on the other side of the room. Ryuzaki really should have opted for the master bathroom.

I wasn't footing the bill so why should I complain? I gave my normal charming smile to the hunched over Ryuzaki. A slight snore emitted from his nose. It was cute if I wasn't disgusted by the sight of him. My smile was simply in case someone walked in and saw me. While I was in this hotel room, I couldn't let my guard down even for a moment. If I did, then it would be game over.

I was having way too much fun for it to be over. Besides, it would end when I won. That was the only possibility. There was no room for error in my book. Otherwise, it would mean I had a weakness, and I was utterly perfect.

The door behind me made a soft click as it closed. Placing my clothing in the basket, I turned and started the shower. I would pleasure myself with the extra lingering time I would require for certain parts to lose their strength. It was an annoyance in the morning. Females were so lucky…

Looking at my beautiful self in the mirror, I snickered at my own joke. I probably would have been killed by a mob had I actually meant it. It was of no consequence now. I peeled back the robe and hung it on the rack. Just as I was opening the sliding door and as I was about to enter the shower, the door opened.

Was I surprised by this? Heaven's no. I would have been surprised if he actually hadn't done anything at all. I knew Ryuzaki wasn't sleeping at all. When he did, he would suck on his thumb or any finger that held traces of a sugary substance.

I left a wide opening and only a moron wouldn't take it. Ryuzaki was no moron—at least when it came to some things. The only sound that came from the bathroom was the rush of running water. I could feel the steam from the shower caress my calves and working its way up.

I watched as Ryuzaki stood frozen staring at me in all my glory. Oh yes, I was naked, and he was staring at my morning erection. If it hadn't been for the dream, I would have gone back to normal.

"Painful?"

My eyes slanted to Ryuzaki's face. His eyes never left my certain anatomical feature. I don't think he could have looked up even if he wanted to. This couldn't have been his first time seeing a naked man before, could it? Turning my hips towards him so he could have a better view, I watched him. I smirked as Ryuzaki licked his lips and ran his bottom lip through his teeth.

"You've never had a morning erection?" My voice seemed almost teasing. I was taunting the poor virgin, and I was enjoying the hell out of it.

Ryuzaki shook his head and kept staring. "No, but I've read about it. It's said they are just neuroreflexes that are stimulated during REM sleep. So what did you dream about Raito-kun?"

It was my turn to lean against the now heated tile and bit my lower lip. "It was just my favorite dream, nothing to concern yourself about. Before you ask, no, I won't tell you what my dream was about. There are some things I prefer to keep to myself." I crossed my arms against my chest and stared at him.

"You dreamed of being Kira again didn't you?"

I watched as he flipped into L mode. Did he keep a switch somewhere? His shifting was faster than sound. Pushing my shoulders off the tile I took a step towards him. "Just because you dream of Kira doesn't mean I do." I ran my fingers through my bed head. At this moment I didn't care what I looked like. I was about to step into a nice warm shower.

"Then what is it that made you like this." His eyes moved up and down the length of my body. I had half a mind to see if he was erect simply by staring at mine. But that would mean one of two things. I would either have to look or I would have to actually touch him. I wouldn't grace him with either.

I probably would have been turned on at the sight of someone hungrily devouring my body with their eyes if it wasn't for the person standing in front of me. Just the sight of him was enough to cause my erection to fall. Now I know what I must do to lose one. If it weren't so sad I'd probably laugh.

"I told you Ryuzaki, I will not tell you. Even if I did, I'm sure it'll make your virgin ears blush." I had had enough of this conversation already. I had played out every scenario and everything ended with my boredom. It was better to nip it in the bud. If there was anything worse than a handful of sugar cubes being plunked into my morning coffee, it was being bored.

"Try me Raito-kun. Nothing can surprise me anymore. After all, the internet is a great resource, and lately, I've had nothing but time." Ryuzaki dared to take a step closer towards me. I wouldn't give him the slight satisfaction of knowing that being exposed this closely while I'm naked makes me sick to my stomach. Sacrifices had to be made, and this one was mine. Damn my pride!

I shook my head and scoffed at him. "Ryuzaki, my dreams make that look PG. Besides, if you think you will gain any insight you are wrong. What you need is experience." I stalked him and taunted him with my words.

I licked my lips and bared my teeth at him taking a predator's position. I watched as he backed away from my advances. Human responses were predictable: fight or flight. Ryuzaki wasn't a fighter so his flight response was the only thing that could have been turned on. It was sad when human nature was so predictable. There was no great mystery if I could already solve it before it even began.

This now had nothing to do with the dire craving to be touched. This was all about instinct. Right now, Ryuzaki's were screaming to run. The lust he had when he walked into the bathroom vanished as the predator was released. He could have bared his throat and submitted to me but the person in front of me wouldn't give in to the satisfaction.

I reached behind him and pulled the knob. I was cautious to only touch him if it was necessary. He took a step out the door, and I watched his eyes as I closed the door on his face.

Rage, fear and uncertainty flashed in his soulless eyes. I listened to the click the door made once more as it closed. I flicked the lock, successfully locking myself in. Now I could take my long awaited morning shower in peace.

The shower was long, hot and it felt like pure bliss. I could feel Ryuzaki staring at the door long after the shower stopped. Somehow I had a feeling it would be a glorious day. There was nothing like fucking with Ryuzaki's mind first thing in the morning to get the blood flowing.

I had to admit, this was almost better than coffee at waking me up. I heard voices talking on the other side of the door and knew it was 'safe' to come out. I had no fear about walking out with only Ryuzaki there, but now if he did do something, he would have to account for his actions.

I could always say that I was disturbed at the thought … or better yet, I was not accountable for my actions until I had my first cup of coffee. Any true police detective would agree with me. No one started their shift without some sort of customary morning beverage in their system.

I straightened my collar and ran my fingers through my partially damp hair. It was time to walk out and face the day. I was by no means prolonging the inevitable; I was simply seeing how long I could make the great detective stir. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and opened it and was greeted by the team of incompetent fools.

My smile never wavered, and as much as it wanted to, I wouldn't let it. I walked into the kitchenette and poured myself a cup of coffee. By the color and aroma of the pot, L was the one to make it. Beggars couldn't be choosers, but it meant I would only have the stomach for one, and that was if I watered it down.

I could hear Ryuzaki's shuffled steps follow me into the enclosed space. I was already a tease this morning, so why not push a few more buttons while I was on a roll? I didn't bother to turn around and face him. Instead I felt his fingers run through my hair.

I bit the inside of my cheek and took a very deep breath. I wanted nothing more than to cut off his fingers with the butter knife situated to my left followed by another long hot shower to wash off his disgusting filth. I knew he was trying to play my game. If he wanted to play, then so be it. I could play even better.

I leaned back into his touch, even though my rational side was screaming to kill him. I let out a soft groan as his calloused tips rubbed against my scalp. I shivered, but not from his touch but because of his touch. I was grateful that I had yet to eat breakfast, and I suspected I wouldn't be eating this morning at all.

Before Ryuzaki could do any further damage, I turned, grabbed his wrist and faced him. I stared into hungry, dark eyes and I was repulsed by it. My expression wouldn't allow me to show my true feelings. I wasn't as weak as most humans, especially like the one in front of me.

"Are you still curious about my dream Ryuzaki?" I baited. "Would you like the details or would you rather experience it?"

I watched as his mouth opened and closed not expecting the reaction I gave. Having caught his wrist in my right hand, I used my left hand to trace the side of his face. Ryuzaki's eyes closed, and I prayed my left hand would forgive me for what it was touching. I promised to bathe it in a vat of disinfectant if it cooperated. Granted, it was my hand and it wouldn't fail me…but I could still apologize to it.

I tucked a hardened tuff of hair behind his ear before I cupped my hand around his head. I brought him closer, my lips barely touching his. I could feel his slight panting on my lips. My right hand let go of his wrist, and I placed my hand above his heart. It felt like it would come out into my hand at any moment, it was racing so fast.

Now that would be a delicious sight. Death by wanton foreplay. I smirked, and I could feel the slightest touch of his lips against mine.

"Hey, Raito-san, you're cell phone is vibrating."

My hands dropped and I took a step back. "Can you answer it for me please Matsuda-san? I'll be there in a moment."

Usually I detested people answering my phone, but it couldn't be helped this time around. Besides, I already suspected who it was. I would be fun to see how the next steps played out. I turned around to retrieve my coffee and Ryuzaki had already disappeared.

With my coffee in hand, I walked out of the kitchenette and there stood Ryuzaki with my phone in his fingers. I didn't know he could move that fast. I watched as he listened to the voice on the other end. I watched as his bangs covered the front of his face and he turned and faced me. I could almost see the narrow slits glaring at me through the knotted mass.

"Nanse-san, yes, I'm still available tonight." I cradled the cell on my shoulder as I placed my cup on the coffee table and took a seat.

"You really don't mind helping me out Yagami-san? I know you're busy..."

I listened to the voice on the other end of the phone drown on and on. "It is my pleasure to help out a fellow classmate. No, it is my pleasure to be of service tonight."

I was laughing inside as I looked at a very distraught Ryuzaki listening in on only my side of the conversation. I listened on as he explained who would be there and which subjects would need to be covered. Then he confided that he had an oral exam the following week and he had yet to master the rolling of his 'r's.

"After I'm through with you tonight, you'll be able to teach that technique to your girlfriend." I leaned forward and took a sip of the partially cooled coffee. "If you are still unsure after tonight, we can practice it together in front of her to break the ice."

The team was half listening in to my conversation, mostly disregarded it; however, Ryuzaki took a seat next to me, very intent on listening to the other side of the conversation. It wouldn't work. I had set my volume to the lowest setting. The only person that would be listening to this was me and only me.

"I look forward to tonight then. Yes, I have the address. I'll see you then." I closed the face and set the phone down on the coffee table. I took another sip of the strong brew before it was attacked by an invasion of sugar cubes.

"I'm sorry, Ryuzaki, but it seems like I won't be here this evening to help you out. It seems as if a fellow classmate is in a predicament." I didn't even bother to make a rude comment or snarl about the sugar.

Matsuda made a snide comment about me getting lucky tonight. Oh yes, I was lucky, so very lucky… I think I might just die from the excitement. I held back. I desperately wanted to roll my eyes.

Ryuzaki tossed in a few more cubes to witness a reaction. Instead I gave a happy sigh and stirred the coffee as if it were perfectly natural to consume so much sugar in a cup of coffee. "So, what will you be doing tonight?"

"I do believe tonight's lesson has been labeled 'the lesson in love.'" I hid my smirk behind my cup as I took a sip of the god-awful brew. Ryuzaki bit on his thumb as he thought about my comment. I watched as he looked like he was plotting something. It was sad that I had already predicted this and had taken plans to make sure nothing would interrupt. I set the horrible tasting coffee back on the coffee table.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I came along to see what all this is about, now would you?" Ryuzaki sipped on my cup of coffee.

I took a quick glance around to make sure no one was still lingering. Matsuda was now in the back room telling everyone of my newest conquest. When I was sure they were all in the adjoining room, I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "You'll be too busy to attend." I made sure my voice was low enough that no recording device in the room would hear me.

Ryuzaki's eyes darkened as he continued to drink from my cup. "Then I guess that means you will be too."

I laughed out loud gaining some looks from the other room. I didn't pay them any attention. They weren't worth my time. "If you say so Ryuzaki." I reached over and took my cup from his fingers and proceeded to drink the last bit of the tar-like substance. Normally, once his lips had been on the cup I wouldn't have touched it with a ten-foot pole, but today was special.

I was having a delightful time messing with his mind. He didn't know what to make of my actions. My father took this time to walk in, and I greeted him with a genuine smile. Once he walked into the hotel room, he was no longer my father but a detective. My actions around him had to be perfect. I watched on as he strolled into the back room and got to work.

I casually leaned forward and brushed my lips against Ryuzaki's earlobe. "Don't have too much fun without me." My voice purred low into his ear. I watched as my heated breath sent shivers down his spine. Leaning back, I grinned and then proceeded to get up and take my cup to the kitchen sink.

I went into the bedroom and grabbed my jacket and book bag from the chair. No one said a word as I left the suite. To the team, I was going to school; to Ryuzaki, I was up to something. I pressed the down button to the elevator and flipped open my phone. Smiling to myself, I closed the face and slipped it into my pocket.

I only had a bar left on my battery. When the time came that Kira attacked, I would be surrounded by a group of students and the team would have no way of contacting me. As predicted, my cell phone vibrated indicating I had mail. I didn't even have to open it to know it was Ryuzaki texting me. I hadn't been gone even a minute, and he missed me already.

The elevator door closed behind me and my joyful smirk vanished. I was thoroughly disgusted with my display. My entire body screamed to be clean. It would have to wait; I had other pressing matters to attend to. I opened the phone and deleted the messages after I read Ryuzaki's garbled nonsense. The phone vibrated again in my hand, and I ignored it as I slipped it back into my pocket.

"Aren't you going to answer it Raito?"

I looked up at the Death God and laughed. "Now why on Earth would I do that? It's only Ryuzaki trying to tie me to him. I want him to keep phoning, to keep sending me emails; that way when Kira does attack I can say my phone went dead because someone drained the battery, and I forgot the charger in the hotel room."

Ryuuk chucked above me, and the rest of the journey to University was filled with silence.

The day dragged on. I had partially wished I had refused their request for my help. The morons before me were helpless and utterly a waste of my valuable time. We had arranged to meet each other in front of the University and go from there. I only agreed because this was part of my perfect self.

The vibrations in my pocket continued until mid afternoon when suddenly it stopped. I didn't even bother to see if my phone suddenly shut off. It would require me actually looking, and frankly, I didn't care.

I could almost picture Ryuzaki munching away on something sweet one minute and biting the skin around his nails the next. Ryuzaki was probably plotting a way to get me to wear a tracking device. It was sweet of him but unnecessary. I could protect myself.

The small dorm room that held the six of us was cramping. We could have gone some place more open but that would require us to be out in public. I didn't want anyone to see us nor did I want to give an opportunity for Ryuzaki to discover us.

The clock on the desk made its last tick before the time changed to 6:00pm. I smiled and immersed myself back into helping the idiots with their homework. Kira had struck again, and I was surrounded by a study group of my peers. Not once had I left the room, not even to use the dorm's washroom.

My alibi was strong, secure and now it was time to see myself out. I made a vague and half assed excuse and left. Having nothing but time on my hands I decided to stop by a local diner and sit down for a leisurely meal. Usually, I hated being surrounded by people who openly stared but at the moment I couldn't care less.

I had put up with so much stupidity; I really didn't feel like putting up with even more. So my decision on going back to the hotel was ruled out. I couldn't phone up anyone, my battery was dead—and the charger in the hotel. There was only one option left. I would go home.

Poor Ryuzaki…he would be without the pleasure of my company once again. Somehow, I'm sure I'll manage just fine. I paid the bill for my meal and left the restaurant and plotted my next course of action. Something that would be sweeter than any desert offered on the menu or anything Ryuzaki had yet to pass his lips.

It was going to be great.