A/N: Woot! Guys, these past few weeks have been really eventful for me! I'v been accepted to all the UC's that I've applied to, and at this rate, I'll be going to Berkeley. I'm still waiting for a few privates, and if I get into Stanford, I'll be going there.

Gosh, I'm really jealous at my friend who got accepted to Yale, Harvard, and Princeton for the love of God. All three of them, and MORE of the other prestigious schools. Actually, two of them got into those Ivy Leagues. Damn, I'm so happy for them!

Ah~ I just can't wait until April 1 for Stanford! Hopefully, it won't be like an April Fool's kinda thing. I don't want to get something that'll be like, "Hey, you got accepted to Stanford! Just kidding! You actually didn't. We failed to accept your admission for the Fall of 2014, and we do this with much regret." I've had enough of those from Pomona U. in Claremont and Yale.

But anyway, enough rambling! I have a Stats test to study for~ Thanks to UsernameUnderConstruction for being such a lovely beta! This is our chapter~

~Council President~

Chapter 4 - Light

Touta Matsuda.

He's been teaching in the school for two years and this has been the worst case he's ever seen so far in his young career. He put the series of past homework down and sighed.

"What happened, Ryuuzaki? You used to do so well in my class when we first started. Now - now, I can't even read your writing! Have there been any problems at home or anything like that?"

His student stood in front of him across his desk just standing there. His posture slightly slouching and clothes messy, he looked like a bad case of insomnia. Heck, did the kid come rushing to school one minute before class started? Matsuda was really worried about him.

The teen looked down at the sheets of his past class and homework assignments laid across the table and at the low numbers scoring each one which added to the drastic cut to his grade.

"I've just been a bit distracted lately," his student answered.

Matsuda looked at the teen, and with his sleep deprived dark circles sinking under his eyes, he didn't doubt him. But Ryuuzaki was one of the school's top students. He wasn't lazy, and his grades for all his other classes were perfect. So why his class?

"I'm sorry, but looking at your work, I think you need some tutoring," Matsuda concluded. "And if you don't take it, I'm going to have to fail you."

No. He doesn't need tutoring, L wanted to tell him. English had been his best subject, and he didn't need a native Japanese man lecturing him, a native Englander, about how to speak his home country's language. And he didn't have to fail him... That was always an option that was always open, and good to think about. Though, the man did have a point about his writing being undecipherable. He looked down at his past assignments spread across the table and found the one he just recently turned in. The third line actually wrote 'not a sexy voice.'

Crap. Did he actually write what he was thinking when he was doing this first period? What else did he write in there? He twisted his head and read some word reading 'table.' What the? What did his other assignments have?

Truth be told, the video yesterday actually wasn't his first video… and he's been distracted for quite a while. Not just today. And if he's been writing stuff on his homework about the stuff he's been thinking about, then his teacher might've actually read some pretty weird… things… in the past papers he's turned in.

L reached for his homework when the door opened. He turned his head, hand caught midway in the air.

"You called for me, sensei?"

It was the boy with the (not) sexy voice. The teen smiled as he walked in and came forward to stand beside L.

What - what was he doing here? L spent too much time thinking that he missed his teacher asking him for one last last time if he understood how to write in English, and not just slacking off. L looked to his sensei still caught up in as to why he would be given a tutor in the first place.

"No. I don't understand,"

Matt waved goodbye at the front steps of his apartment building as Mello, the one who was for some reason wasn't talking to him right now, got in the car. That expensive black car to which Mello's family owned and drove around like only crazy rich people did, as if it was any old thing they could ride around and not fear it would be targeted because they could easily replace it. Some people on the sidewalk stopped and stared wondering why such a shiny, luxurious car would be around in their neighbourhood, but they were all ignored by the young owner.

Matt smiled and stopped waving as he watched the vehicle go, but he never dropped his arm down until he saw it completely disappear. As soon as the car was out of sight, Matt was left in a daze. He looked down at the palm of his right hand and just stared at it. He was so focused in his thoughts that he didn't even notice a flashy, lolita dressed girl creep up behind him.

"I saw that~"

A breath blew against his neck and he quickly turned around. His hand smacked the place the warm breath touched him, eyes widening in surprise. A girlish laugh giggled at his reaction, and he saw that it was just his neighbour, Misa Amane.

His eyes scanned the older woman and noticed her pink coated lips draw up in a cute smile which brightened her big eyes. Head tilting slightly, her long blonde hair swayed to the side. And how could he miss those fluttering eyelids which more than signified that she knew something?

"Soo~, how did it go?" she asked expecting good juice on him.

Watching Matt shake his head, the young woman was left sorely disappointed in whatever nosy talk she wasn't about to get. He didn't want to talk about it.

"Aw," she pouted, "the virus thing you sent didn't work? I thought you were really good at computers!"

Matt let out a sigh.

"It worked," he relaxed his shoulders from the slight surprise Misa gave him and walked past her to get back into the building.

"Then why are you sighing?"

"Because he's straight,"

The answer was plain and simple.

Matt fished out the keys from his pockets and unlocked the door.

"How do you know that? Did he saw 'eww, gross,' once he saw the videos?" she teased.

His hand paused on the knob, sighing once more. Yes, that's exactly what Mello had said. Matt twisted the doorknob and was about to enter when Misa jumped on him and wrapped her arms around his head. He stumbled back mumbling what the heck was she doing to him, but one of her limbs wrapped around his neck in a half chokehold, half hug. Her face rubbed the top of his head, her cheek gushingly messing his hair in all directions.

"Aw~ Don't worry about it, Matt! We'll get him! They all start out like that, but we'll definitely make him come to your side!"

'Your' side?! What the heck was that supposed to mean?!

"You can't make someone gay," he tried to peel her arms off but she wouldn't budge, not on her own accord.

"We're not turning anyone gay. He already is! We just came out a little too strong! Let's try something softer to use on him!"

Misa finally let go, the middle schooler only relieved for only a few seconds from the very intimate touches as she grabbed his arm and dragged him back into their apartment building.

But how did Misa even know? Mello wasn't like him. She only saw Mello come every now and then to visit since she lived in the same floor, and they never even talked to each other. Much less be in the same room together. There was no way she could tell, but she seemed so sure.

"Let's brainstorm for our next attack! I know Rem will help us on what to do next!"

Matt wanted to groan. Listening to their advice the first time didn't get him anywhere, so he wasn't very keen on hearing their next one.

It was a very short ride home, but Mello's head was all filled with different ideas of how to hide from their parents the calls and letters they would undoubtedly get about him getting detention. Or did the school already call them? Crap. How was he supposed to explain that he broke and led an escape out of detention? If he was lucky, then neither his mother nor father would be back yet from their business trip in Switzerland.

The car came to a smooth stop in the front of their huge house (or should he say mansion), and the car door was opened for him.

"Were home, Master Keehl," the driver bowed.

Mello grabbed his school bag and stepped out of the car. As soon as he got out, the driver closed the door shut and walked back to the driver's seat to park the car elsewhere. Mello headed off to enter the front doors of their mansion and he began to wonder if he had to explain his detention to L too.

Hopefully not.

Mello hurried off to his his room, evading any of the downstairs living room and ran up the stairs. He burst open the door and threw his bag to the floor and passed by Near's room right across the hallway.

"Hey. Is Dad or my mom home?" he found his little brother stacking up a tower of dice in his bedroom carpet. Like most of all Near's belongings, his room was colored a saintly white, even the carpet. The room was filled with toys messily scattered everywhere, the place looking like a toy haven surrounded by snow.

Near cast a glance at him as he carefully placed a die on his tower.

"No. Father said they won't be back until November,"

Mello felt a weight fall off his chest as he remembered. Oh yeah. He recalled their dad telling them that before he left three months ago, but he never actually listened to anything their father said so nothing ever stayed in his memory. At least, that was one less thing to worry about - the school never bothered for making any international calls.

"How about L?"

"Not home yet,"

Near stacked another spotted cube to his creation. His hand reached for another one randomly laying about on the floor, but this time, he looked curiously at the die twisting it in angles between his nimble fingers.

"If this is about your detention, know that L really cares if you actually do well in school or not."

Mello's eyes widened and he rushed over to the white haired boy. He went on his knees kneeling beside his little brother and grabbed his shoulders.

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" he frowned. "You better not,"

He almost shook Near hard enough to nearly knock the tower of cubes down. His elbows came dangerously close, and the albino gave him a look. His mouth flattened into a thin line, but he wasn't angry.

"It doesn't really concern me if you tell him or not," Near said blandly. "But if you want to tell him the truth…"

As if on cue, Mello saw something moving in the corner of his eye, and he turned to see a car coming into the driveway outside the window. Mello rushed to the wall drawing the silk curtains aside, his face pressing against the glass pane as his eyes followed the sleek, black Porsche that always picked up his older brother. L was home.

Near rubbed his roughened shoulders as he watched Mello turn around and come back to rush out the door.

"Nii-san!"

Mello ran down the stairs. He listened to the loud thumping of his footsteps before getting up himself and following after. Why was Mello so excited?

Near was barefoot now that he was home, and he had to step over the fallen dice scattered across the carpet as he exited to the hallway to avoid getting the soles of his feet stabbed. He went down in a leisurely pace taking his time and he arrived at the bottom of the steps just as the entrance doors were opened.

"Ah, Mello, Near. I see that both of you are home,"

L walked in. Near stopped right beside Mello and he saw the blonde's face contort as if he'd seen a ghost. He followed his brother's gaze and ended up looking right back at L. Except, there was someone behind the raven haired teen.

"I have a guest today from school who's going to stay over for a little while, but we'll be staying in my room for most of the time so we won't be a bother," L stepped aside to reveal a handsome brunet.

Well, handsome being a relative term. He wasn't ugly, but his face was better than most. The butlers closed the doors behind them, and Near scanned their new guest. If there was anything to describe the man his brother brought home, it was that he looked very proper. Standing next to his older brother who just throws his school blazer on every morning because they wouldn't let him in the school establishment otherwise, the brunet wore his uniform very kempt. Each button was perfectly aligned in a straight line down his burgundy jacket, sleeves and pants ironed to the folds. His brown hair drawn to the side, he was in every aspect a typical model student. He gave Mello and Near a smile, probably a default smile he gave to everyone he met Near figured.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you," the boy greeted.

Near let out a small grunt likewise and Mello managed a sound of acknowledgment. L walked towards the two middle schoolers and rested a hand on each of their shoulders.

"These are my younger brothers: Near and Mello." he told the brunet. "And that's Light Yagami. He'll be coming over pretty often from now on,"

He patted the two boys' shoulders finishing all the introductions and motioned for the brunet to follow him up the stairs. Light tilted his head for a goodbye and quickly trailed behind L as they disappeared to the upper floors.

Huh. Near thought. That was wierd. L never brought anyone home. And he didn't expect for the first person to be like that. He was so… different.

Near turned to the side to look at Mello, and it seemed the boy never got out of his "shocked" face. His eyes were glued up the staircase as if the impossible had happened. What in the world was so amazing?

"Mello," he called his brother's name and that seemed to snap the boy out of it.

Mello shook his head and turned to Near still in slight bewilderment.

"Did - did you see that?" he gasped.

"What? L actually brought a person home?"

It wasn't that amazing.

"No! That guy! That brunet! He looked exactly like that guy on the video!"

"What video?"

Mello let out an irritated breath and ran up the stairs instead of explaining. Near raised a brow at all this excitement and followed up the stairs with him. He had a feeling he would be needing to chase Mello around more often now instead of expecting an explanation. He caught Mello up the stairs as the boy stopped running and slowed into a creeping walk. Near followed the sudden silence and minced his way across the waxed floor until they reached the end of the hallway where L's room was located. Mello bent down to the ground and pressed his ear up against the bedroom door.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Mello shushed him and continued to strain his ears against the wood.

"Wha-" the blond shot his hand across Near's mouth and told him to be quiet.

Realizing that asking was going to be hopeless, Near stopped trying and pressed his own ear against the door. Eavesdropping was so not cool, but he listened anyway. There were a few muffled sounds and they could only get parts of the conversation.

"... take off my blazer…"

That was Light.

"Sure….. I usually don't like wearing anything…."

"... take everything off..."

"Yeah... Leave them on the floor."

There were some small noises.

"... take yours off too…. Let's get started already…."

"... Government president… get busy with… me..."

The conversation didn't make the least bit of sense, but Near watched as Mello became entranced in the voices.

"It's hard…."

That was it. Mello sprang up from the floor and quickly made it for his own room. Near stood up surprised and looked to the wooden door blocking whatever secret was happening inside.

What? What was it? What was so upsetting about this?

The white haired teen aired his hand around the doorknob thinking of opening it, but pulled back. He took a few slow steps away from L's door and instead headed off to where Mello had gone. Mello's bedroom door was left partly open, and he pushed it back to enter his brother's domain.

"It's not fair~" Mello stifled against his pillow.

He had jumped to his bed ending up on his stomach, his body laying flat across the sheets and arms buried underneath the smothered pillow.

"He said he was friends with the government president, but I didn't know they were like that!"

"Like what?"

Near closed the door behind him. Mello quickly sat up as he heard him and yelled.

"They're probably doing it in there! And he didn't tell me!"

A worried crease formed on Near's brows and he sat down next to his obviously distressed brother. He didn't raise his hand to console him though as the boy might snap at the touch. He just watched and waited for Mello to cool down.

"L… has experience," Mello bit his lip. "And he probably did it a bunch of times with that guy in their classroom. Maybe even their teacher's desk, and he didn't tell me. He just wanted me to learn by videos,"

He acted like L had kept some big secret from him, but Near seriously didn't get it. Mello looked up at him, but again, the albino just thought: what the heck is he talking about? Near usually figured things out quickly, but at this, he didn't have a clue.

"What videos?"

Mello gave him a look and Near stared back. It was time to pop out the laptop.

Wow… This was a really big house. Who knew someone in their school actually lived in a place like this? Then again, he never really talked to this Ryuuzaki guy. In fact, this was the first time he really talked to him.

Light was pretty impressed, and the bedroom matched his expectations exactly once he figured out how grand the whole place was. It was big and spacious, big windows covered the walls, and a wide veranda was just outside. There were a few bookcases pregnant with thick books that lined the rest of the walls, and a king sized bed was smacked right in the middle across from a work table with a rolling chair.

L quickly settled on the desk chair out of habit. It was a nice looking comfortable, black chair that was very cushioned and nice to his bottom. It was also big enough so that when he sat down, his feet could place comfortably at the edge.

"Can I take off my blazer? It's a little hot in here," Light asked as he put his bag on the floor. He loosened his tie trying to get comfortable as well. He was going to be here for a while.

"Sure. I usually don't like wearing anything of the school uniform myself. I find them a bit stifling and uncomfortable." L nodded.

Light unbuttoned his jacket and easily slid it off his shoulders. He was about to put it down on the bed when he saw a few books and a laptop spread across the sheets.

"Um, you have some stuff on your bed. Can I take everything off?"

"Yeah. You can leave them on the floor,"

L got up from his seat and helped take some of the stuff down. The less important notes went under the bed while he took his laptop and placed it on the desk.

It's still a little hot in here. Light found himself thinking even though he already took his jacket layer off. He fanned his shirt a bit and turned to L.

"Hey, are you going to take yours off too?" his voiced trailed a little bit as he saw the raven haired teen taking off his own blazer and throwing it on his bed.

"Hm? Take what off?" L asked.

Light shook his head nevermind, but L noticed his slight discomfort.

"I'll turn on the A/C for you, but it should already be on." he walked to a corner of his room and flipped a switch.

Light thanked him but went right down to business. "Let's get started already." He opened his bag and took out L's English homework that was turned in today. "So, Matsuda-sensei said you were having a hard time in his class with English,"

L walked back to his desk chair and sat back down shrugging, his spine curving to a hunch.

"You know, I find it impressive that the government president has the time to accept this favour." L studied him with his dark eyes ignoring the question he was implying. "You aren't going to get busy with coming here and tutoring me?."

Light raised a brow and shook his head. It was almost like L wanted him to leave.

"I'm not busy during Tuesday and Thursday after school, so it's fine. And Matsuda-sensei asked me directly, so it's hard to refuse when I can obviously help."

"Hmn…." the boy bit his thumb the least bit impressed.

Light looked back down at the paper and looked over the pointless scribbles messed across the page. The rest of the previous homework papers Matsuda showed him earlier were also like this, the same incoherency showing in all the work that was turned in. Though the handwriting was graceful, it was just a clump of tangled scrawl.

"So, what exactly are you having trouble with? Is it the prompt that you don't get?" he knit his brows together.

L stared at him silently and it seemed like he was scanning Light over. The raven's dark orbs went down from his face and down to his body and legs, then back up to his face again. Wait… was this guy checking him out? Light put down the sheet of paper to cover his legs feeling paranoid.

"I just find the class… distracting," L finally answered.

Light shifted around and cleared his throat. God, it was still stuffy in here. Did he really turn the air conditioner on?

"So does that mean you aren't able to pay attention in class? How about today's lesson? Did you get any of it?"

"No," L answered truthfully. He didn't even bother to listen to the lecture. "but it's not that I don't get the lesson. I just forget to do the assignments. I don't find any use for them,"

"Well, the homework can be really useful for grammatical exercises," Light was happy they finally got to something he could pick at and work with. "If you do them, your grade might go up, and it'll probably help you a lot during tests. Take out the assignment for today, and let's work on that,"

L grumbled complaining but grabbed his bag and took out their English assignment anyway. Light got up and spun L in his desk chair to face the table and leaned over in back of him as they read through the instructions of the assignment together.

"Do you understand the prompt?" he asked as soon as they finished.

L answered monotonously. "It says to write a dialogue of different scenarios that can occur in our daily lives,"

"Right." he nodded. "So there's a lot of freedom to write about whatever we want. But it says to use certain types of sentences and clauses," Light grabbed a pencil in the cup sitting at the side of the table. He clicked the top for lead and circled the main things required in the prompt. "Focus on the-"

"Um, can you be careful with that?" L interrupted him.

"Hm?" Light stopped writing. "Careful with what?"

"That," L looked down to the pencil he was writing with.

Light looked at the utensil he was holding and noticed the sheer absurdity of its design. It was a white led pencil coated with little red strawberries at its length; a pink clip capped at the top, and a tiny korilakkuma with a strawberry hat sat at where the eraser was supposed to be.

"My mother gave me that, and I don't want to damage it,"

Light stared at the cute little thing unfit for an eighteen year old boy, and shifted his eyes around looking for another pencil but there were none. Only pens filled the pencil cup - which by the way defeated the term pencil cup.

"Uh... I'll be careful," he promised.

L usually never let anyone touch his mother's gift to him, but he let it go just this once. Light seems to be gentle enough with his hands just fine. He watched as the government president scribble examples of independent clauses in another piece of paper, and this baby pace of teaching just seemed ridiculous.

"I know what independent clauses are."

Light stopped writing and made a motion to pass on the pencil.

"Then show me," he challenged.

L took the the pencil into his own hands and grabbed another piece of paper stocked in one of his organizers that sat on his desk. He started at the top of the paper to construct a sentence and actually prove that he had knowledge of all these simple concepts until Light wrapped his hand around his basically controlling the flow of writing.

"You should combine the sentences like this," he continued to fill in the sentence for him.

Light continued to write to the next line, and L stopped even trying to grip the pencil. Light's hold was enough to keep it there for him, and he quickly realized that Light could be easily controlling. He wouldn't even let him finish one sentence by himself! At this rate, he was going to write the whole dialogue for him.

The pencil jerked as the brunet made a mistake and he tried erasing the misspelled word, but the paper moved. Light gritted his teeth annoyed and wrapped his other arm around L's back to reach the other side of the paper and hold it still.

The slight dampness of the president's shirt pressed against his spine as the boy leaned against him as he erased. The closeness of their bodies made it all the more hot though and it was quite uncomfortable.

"Are you getting it?" he asked beside L's ear.

Right at that moment, his phone rang. L fisted his pockets taking out the vibrating phone.

"Excuse me," he apologized.

He checked the caller and saw that it was his father. He let the phone ring for a bit not wanting to answer, but he picked it up anyway.

"Hello?"

"L," the voice was quick and angry. "I got a call from the school today about Mello. Is he home?"

"Yes, he's home," he answered. "Why, did the something happen?"

"He got detention." The last word was spat out like poison. His father continued on and on not stopping for a breath as each word he spoke heated him up even more.

L half paid attention to all the yelling being dumped on him. Detention? Mello got detention? Near didn't call to inform him that something happened like that. And schools made calls to parents even though they're in Switzerland? His father continued barking loose anger and told him to write some contact number down.

"Hold on," L told his father. "My tutor's holding my hand." He turned to Light and wiggled his folded fingers. "Can you -"

Light realized he was indeed holding his hand and quickly let go.

"Okay. Can you repeat that?"

"It's Naomi Mi - wait." His father stopped midway. "you're holding hands with somebody?"

"Hm? Yeah, why?"

There was a pause in the other line.

"Are you seeing her?"

"What?" L twisted his face surprised. "It's a guy,"

He looked up at Light and raised a brow at the thought of being in a relationship with him. Light's face perked up aware that he was somehow being talked about.

"What?" the brunet asked as L stared at him too long.

L shook his head mumbling that it was nothing and waited for the man in the other side of his phone to speak up.

"You're… boyfriend?" his father finally spoke after a few seconds, and both L and Light heard it.

"What?! No!" Light immediately answered. He wanted to so badly grab the phone and rip it out of the raven's hands. "I'm - I'm just a tutor!"

His father continued to speak over the line and L lowered the speaker volume so the brunet couldn't hear anymore.

"Tell him!" Light nudged L to explain, but he just ignored him.

L turned his head the other way and nodded over his father's rambling.

"Hmn. Yeah. Hm. Okay. Okay."

L twisted his pencil and wrote the information he was given down on a piece of paper.

What the hell?! Light looked at the raven haired teen as he just sat there ignoring him. Why wasn't he explaining this to his father?! He was no one's boyfriend! He was single and woman desired! L noticed the holes he was boring into him and cast him a quick glance, then looked away.

"*No, father. I wasn't told, and the school hasn't called me. Watari has not told me either if they left any messages," the raven switched from Japanese to English.

Light's eyes widened at the ease of his accent.

"You said you couldn't even understand English!" he shouted pointing a finger at L, the boy who couldn't even form a single decent, comprehensible, grammatically correct sentence.

L put down his phone and covered the speaker.

"I'm sorry but could you speak a little less loudly please? I'm trying to talk to my father," he said a little annoyed.

"But - you're talking to him in perfect English!"

"I'm part English," Light could detect a little rolling of the eyes there. "and I grew up in England. Of course I can speak English. And not the American English, the correct one."

*(lol. Please don't kill me here. I'm American.)

Light dropped his mouth not knowing what to say. What was this?! L continued talking in his mastered fluency. The way he spoke and dismissed his questions, Light felt so used… and dirty. Was this what they meant when they talked about how lazy kids weaseled out of trouble? They pretended to not know anything when they actually do so the teacher doesn't get mad at them?

Light felt nothing but a pawn in the raven's game.

L took the piece of paper he wrote on and got up from his chair.

"I need to go and talk to my little brother for a bit," he turned to Light. "I'll be back,"

L returned to talking to his father over the phone and left the room. The door didn't close shut, but he heard the boy walk across the hallway and open another room not too far off.

So that's how it was? Light could still not get over at how L lied and tricked their kind hearted English teacher, and how he ultimately made Light waste his time by coming over to "help" him. He sat down on the bed taking a deep angry breath and ran his hand through his hair. Grabbing small clumps of a few congregated strands, the motion calmed his nerves down.

He waited a while just thinking and staring over the work desk where the English homework lay. A few minutes ticked by, and it was more than too long for him. Light got up and exited the room. If this was all just lies, then the favor he was doing meant nothing. He wasn't going to stay here in a liar's house and go on pretending to teach L about proper English grammar. Obviously, L knew much more than him and he just sat there letting him ramble like a fool!

What? Was L thinking he was an idiot as he just talked on and on about sentence structure?

Light clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes at an open door when he made his way down the hallway. The voices inside the room told him that that was where L had gone to.

"L," he announced himself as he opened the door.

He stopped as he saw a scene of the blonde haired younger brother yelling over the phone as he sat on the bed. L was standing at the edge of the bed next to him trying to talk to their father at the same time on speaker. It was the yelling that made his voice stop since he didn't want to bother on a stranger's family business that didn't concern him at all.

Light made himself quiet and thought perhaps he was too brash when he got up to announce that he was leaving. He looked over to the other side of the room to look away from the currently heated family issue and found the other brother sitting on the floor with a laptop. The screen was playing some video, but the white haired boy wasn't watching it. He was curled up in a ball with his head bent to his knees, hands covering his face. A redness bit the tips of his ears that was visible through his white hair, and Light walked over wondering if he was okay. He was just a little kid after all. He was still young, and maybe he was shakened by all the yelling that was happening between his family.

"Hey," Light crouched over to who he assumed was the youngest brother. "Are you okay?"

The boy didn't budge and kept his face buried and hidden. He rubbed the wideness of the kid's back trying to coerce him to open up and maybe leave the room with him.

"Mhn~ Ah!"

Some weird noises made Light turn his head to the laptop, and his eyes widened to the point where they were almost fell off. His mouth dropped, and his blood froze Antarctica cold in horror.

"Ah~!"

He saw his own face in the computer screen. Brown hair cut into the same hairstyle as the one he had, the person who wore his face had long strands clinging onto his temples as a shine glistened across his forehead. His naked body showed his twisting lean muscles as he pounded into L on the couch.

Wait - L?

Light tore his consoling hands off the white haired boy and grabbed the laptop. L? He pushed his face even closer into screen and the video zoomed into the pale haired man who accompanied his double in what seemed to be a hotel. The raven haired man let out a wavering gasp, and Light pulled back shaking his head as to get rid of the image he just saw forever away from his brain.

Oh god… Light couldn't hold it in.

"What do you let your brothers watch?!" he yelled at L.

L and his little brother who was shouting shut up, silence biting the room, and turned to him. Light's face twisted sick to his stomach, and he looked at L with eyes of desperation in search for a good answer. The raven just stood there, lips partly open, but didn't reply.

The video kept going and the lewd voices grunting echoed in their tension until Light slammed his hand at the spacebar stopping it.

He thought back to how he even got into this mess. His innocent intentions just made this all messed up!

Light stood across from his English teacher's desk as the man shuffled through a set of papers in his chair. The pages were written in normal loose leaf papers and it got him to wonder what the issue was about. It wasn't only him that was called in during lunchtime either, he was there waiting with another student who was standing right there next to him. It was some guy in his class, but he didn't remember his name….. Light turned back to their dark haired teacher.

Those papers weren't his right? Light speculated over the pages Matsuda-sensei was looking at and noticed the perfect cursive that filled the pages - definitely not his. When he wrote in the English alphabet, he wrote in print.

Matsuda-sensei set the papers down with a sigh.

"Light," he looked to him. "I called you here because one of your classmates has been having trouble with some of the assignments that I've assigned. Since you're one of the top students in my class, no, the top student in my class - you've gotten nearly perfect marks in the tests I've given - I was wondering if you'd be able to have the time to help and tutor them."

"Tutor?" he tilted his head.

"Yeah. I know you might be busy with the government, but I won't be able to do any after school sessions for this whole month because of some issues with the English department, and it would really help me a lot if you could help give them some guidance in my place. Just for this month. Do you think you'll be able to find any space in your schedule?"

"Um, it depends," he scratched the back of his head. "I'm usually busy, but I think I'll be able to do Tuesdays and Thursdays,"

"Thank you!" their teacher smiled taking that as a 'yes.' "Thanks so much, Light! I really appreciate you for wanting to help! This is Ryuuzaki - but um, I think you prefer to be called L?" he turned to the student standing next to Light. "and he'll be the one that you'll be tutoring,"

Light finally gave a deeper glance to the guy standing there next to him and saw a really sleep deprived teen. His dark hair matched the blackness of his eyes, dark half moons surrounding the bottom of them, and his face showed clear disinterest of their situation.

"So what do you say?" Matsuda was still smiling, hoping.

Light looked back to his teacher wanting, now, to refuse the offer he just made, but the man was looking at him as if he was his savior. He averted his eyes and instead lifted his hand up for a shake.

"Hi. I'm Light Yagami."

"That's… that's…." he didn't want to say 'me.'

Mello and L's face were completely blank as they stared at Light making faces at the computer screen. He was obviously torn at how it looked like him in there. But it wasn't! He would never do these types of things! These weird, weird kinks…. Being videotaped while doing it was so….

Light sunk his teeth at his bottom lip.

"What is this?!" he demanded an explanation.

He unknowingly lifted the laptop screen right next to his face to show them the dirty video to make a point, and both Mello and L tightened their lips and looked at each other. The two actors were caught frozen in a timeless picture as they humped each other, and the actor that looked like Light was displayed right there next to Light's face for comparison.

Again, L fidgeted with his mouth as if to say something, but Light didn't want to wait for it anymore. He got up throwing the laptop back to the floor and stomped back to L's room to get his stuff and leave this damn house.

He was government president and future class valedictorian of his high school, damn it. Not a freaking porn star.

A/N: So really, guys? L as a seme? Lol. Interesting idea I'll keep in mind.

Oh, and before I forget,

DRRRR: thanks for answering to all the questions that I've put up so far~ Getting other's opinions really help when I'm always so indecisive, haha.