Chpt.4

Light changed into the clothes L had brought her (it was L's average clothing to wear) while at the same time, thinking about L himself and why he kissed her willingly. It was certainly strange for one, and she kept thinking how unlike him it was. Just kissing her like it was an experiment or like a random hobby. It was utterly, totally, completely unlike him.

She slipped the white, long-sleeved shirt over her head, and to her satisfaction, it wasn't transparent, or uncomfortable. It felt almost fluffy, even. She sighed and tugged the navy blue jeans to her waist, zipped them up, then buttoned the silver button. They were a little too big, but that's what belts are for right? She strolled around the room to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. It was all just white, long sleeved shirts. Typical. She closed it and opened up the second drawer. It contained miles and miles of navy blue jeans. Light wasn't one to repeat her thoughts, but again, she thought, 'typical'. She closed that drawer, and opened the third one. Then she looked away, quickly. Boxers, Blue and black ones, to be precise. Light couldn't stop the thought from going through her head, but she had always thought L to be more of a… briefs sort of guy. She shook the thought from her mind, along with why she was over there in the first place.

She walked into the hotel living room and glanced at L before holding out her hand with the palm facing upward and saying, "You can cuff me now." She reached down to the hem of her pants and tugged them up, for they were riding low.

L looked up and nodded, as if he were already in deep thought and had forgotten about the cuffs. Actually, he really did forget, put he didn't really try to hide the fact that he forgot. He had a reason. Kissing your number one suspect for a vicious murderer is a big no-no. It's the biggest no-no in the history of no-nos. In fact, L could get arrested for what he'd done. It's crazy, but true. The only thing he was sure of is that he was curious, he acted on impulse and he absolutely did not enjoy it. Or at least he thought he didn't, but then again he wasn't sure.

'Who am I kidding, I know I enjoyed it! What kind of detective am I?'

L locked the cuffs in place, and motioned his hand toward the door. "Shall we leave now?"

Light nodded awkwardly and walked to the door, but she paused at the knob. She stared at the door and spoke, "L… why did you kiss me?"

Light noticed that L's eyes widened ever so slightly for a split second. "I do not believe that I know what you're talking about."

Light scoffed. "Of course you would say that. Of course you…"

L took Light's hand and spoke in a hushed tone, almost inaudible. "I wish to speak to you, Light-Chan, in private." L stated moving his head to the direction of the bathroom, so Light could get it. Light's brow creased.

"Umm… what's wrong with your neck, Ryuuzaki?" She pulled up her pants again.

L rolled his onyx eyes and glowered at Light.

Light opened her mouth to speak, but something in L's expression told her to hush up, so she thought twice. L walked her into the bathroom and closed the door, while he stood outside in the hallway. Then he waited five minutes before going in, as not to build suspicion. Once he was in, Light tried to run out, but the chain restricted her to go far. L pulled her inside, took her hand, and closed the door as softly as possible. Light assaulted him with a horde of yells, shouts, and the most frequent 'What the hell?''s. L brought his hand to her mouth and shushed her. Light furrowed her eyebrows, and L sighed.

"I needed to speak to you in private." L whispered.

"Why are we whispering?" Light whispered harshly.

"Light, you're an intelligent woman, I think you know why."

"Why don't you just tell me why?"

"Fine." He sighed, and spoke in a more audible tone. Not a whisper, more of a silent murmur. "There are cameras everywhere. People are constantly watching us 24/7. The only place that doesn't have cameras is the bathroom."

"Umm… your point being..." she let her pants fall to her hip-line. It wasn't worth the trouble.

"That you seem to want the whole police force to know that I kissed a potential criminal. Please, lower your voice."

"What about the whole thing in the living room? You know, where it happened?"

L rolled his eyes. "That's a blind spot, Light. Nobody would've seen."

Light pulled a sly, devilish smile off and murmured, "So that's why you kissed me back. Hmm?" she hummed, and it rolled into a chuckle. L blushed slightly. "Who would'a thunk it? L's taking the initiative!"

"Light, hush!" L pleaded. Light complied and smirked. "Thank you. I just wanted you to know, I have no interest in dating and I certainly have no intention of being attracted to the likes of…"

"L." Light spoke bluntly.

"What, Light?"

"You can let go of my hand now," and she pointed down to their hands, clasped together. L gasped indistinctly, and retrieved his hand. "You know, for a guy who isn't interested… you sure do act like you are."

"That's not the point. The point is that I could get arrested for this."

"Oh, so I can't?"

"Yes, you could if proper evidence is shown." L hushed Light with a look, then sighed. "We can't tell anyone what occurred, are we clear?"

Light sighed and said, "Crystal." She pulled up her pants. She couldn't take it. They were riding on her thighs, and that's not acceptable.

"Good. I want you to exit the bathroom exactly five minutes after me." L sauntered over to the door while taking off his handcuffs, and then said, "And if you're wondering, maybe I'm interested." Then he left. Light began to experience the longest five minutes she'd ever spent thinking. And the only thing on her mind at the time was L. Suddenly, L opened the door with a you-know-what you-did look on his face and said,

"You forgot to close my underwear drawer."

Light gasped, and L snickered. The door closed, leaving Light all by herself for the next five minutes with the heavy handcuff clasped around her wrist. Light groaned once she found that her nose was pulsing with pain again, and she leaned against the bathroom wall allowing her head to fall back alongside it while sliding to the floor. Light started counting.

One alligator, two alligators, three alligators…

L waltzed over to the couch and sat in his hunched position, still thinking. There were a few things on his mind that were bothering him. Three to be exact, and they fluttered around in his head like a flock of birds being disturbed from their wheat bread on the sidewalk by a single pebble.

One thought was as to why Light was in his underwear drawer, another was trying to figure out why he kissed her, and the last thought was trying to discover if Light was flirting with him. While he pondered that, he wondered why Light hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. It had been well over five minutes.

He got up, walked to the bathroom door, and put his ear on the wooden structure. He heard counting, but that's it.

"389 alligators, 390 alligators, 391 alligators…" he heard her muffled voice on the other side. He walked in, saw her on the floor looking drowsy, and remembered the Tylenol. It had been the one for sleeping, and L paid no mind to it. Light stopped counting and started snoring.

'Uh-oh. Not again. I'm not dealing with a sleeping teenager again.'

But L's hands were already lifting her and carrying her to the bed and setting her down. He took the handcuff off her wrist and pulled the covers over her slumbering body.

"Here we go again," he muttered to himself. He noticed her jeans were riding a little lower than they should. He'd get her a belt from his drawer when she woke up.