I've noticed I never put up a disclaimer for this yet. So here's one:

I sat down, reading my Death Note manga. "Man, it feels GOOD to own Death Note."

Raito punched me viciously across the face. "What do you mean, 'to own'? You're lucky you even own a computer, you lazy ass!"

I sobbed exaggeratively. "So I don't own Death Note. I can still dream, can't I?"

Chapter Six – Raito and L (and Yotsuba, too)

I'm bored. That pretty much sums up my life about now. I leaned back in my seat, rubbing the glare out of my eyes. Ryuuzaki glanced at me without turning his head, his dark eyes fixed on me for a moment before he responded.

"Raito-kun, it would be for the better part of our investigation if you would work," he said. Heads turned at the sound of his unexpected voice.

Keeping my voice level as I could, for I guessed he was still angry about Misa's date, I retorted jokingly, "I know, it's just a bit hard on my eyes."

My father came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, expecting to see a weary face. There it was, but there was another emotion glimmering in those eyes. Pride is what I saw, but then again, people only see what they want to see. "I know it must be hard being chained to Ryuuzaki and not getting enough sleep, but we just want you to know that things would be going much slower without you."

Inspired, I began to work faster. Lists of recent Kira killings scrolled past my eyes: several bankers and such. I started using my genius brain to crack the current conundrum. I think I may have noticed Ryuuzaki's glancing; I'm not sure. It was probably just my imagination.

I thought about one banker in particular. What effect did his death have on other companies? Well, he was a significant part in a certain company's growth, and after that, Yotsuba company began to… Wait, what? I glanced at all the other people, thinking, discovering… Knowledge dawned on my face, the knowledge of the pattern.

"I found it!" I cried, leaning in closer to the screen. "I found the connection between the victims!"

That night was extremely restless. For finding the connection, Ryuuzaki had allowed me four and a half hours of sleep, rather than just plain four.

"What generosity you offer," I had said, my voice drowning in sarcasm.

The detective had said naught but offered me a small grin, or a smirk. Either one would have fit; I'm not sure what his smile looks like.

My body was limp and tired of sitting, but was glad for the rest. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing to relax. Eventually, I began to fall asleep, an action I was glad for. If I didn't get my four (and a half) hours of sleep tonight, I probably would become an insomniac like Ryuuzaki, which would never happen as long as I was sane.

Half asleep and drowsy, I wasn't sure if it was a dream when heard Ryuuzaki sit up. I was questioning my consciousness even more, when, after a few minutes of gazing at my face intently with an emotion foreign to his face, bent over and kissed my cheek tenderly. I was in shock too, wondering if it was a dream or not when he laid back again.

Did I want that? The question occurred to me in my sleep. Did I like the kiss? Why didn't I jolt up and just punch the guy? Possible solutions ran through my mind like the list of victims had sped in front of my eyes. Then the only realistic one (if you could call it one; I hardly believe this situation either) hit me in the head and practically killed me at the thought of it. I think being killed by Kira (who, by the way, I am absolutely sure I'm not) would have been a more desirable situation.

I liked Ryuuzaki.

That seemed like the only one that fit all the questions. If I wanted it, then I liked Ryuuzaki. If I liked the kiss, even if it was just one on the cheek, then I liked Ryuuzaki. If I didn't jolt up and punch him, then I probably liked Ryuuzaki.

I hate it when sentences end up with the same monotonous endings.

I woke up the next morning to a splash of cold water on my face. Startled by this unexpected intrusion to my slumber, I subconsciously lashed out, my legs flailing. A voice laughed, quite unusual for this person.

"It seems I have invaded a forbidden sanctuary of Raito-kun's," Ryuuzaki said with humor in his voice. "But enough of that. Let's go investigate; I believe we may catch Kira soon enough." The man tugged viciously at the chains.

It took me a few moments for me to wake up despite the water. I sat up glumly and glanced at the clock.

4:20. Only three hours and forty minutes of my promised sleep time, since we had slept since 1:40. That is, if my half-awake mind was enough to process information enough.

"Ryuuzaki," I groaned, flopping back onto my pillow, exhausted. "It's only been three hours and forty minutes! I get another fifty minutes of sleep!"

Obviously annoyed at this point, the damn insomniac leaped onto the bed, shaking me vigorously. I turned, yelling at him to stop. Then I remembered my "dream" and my conclusion from last night. I froze, almost immediately, and Ryuuzaki, who was shaking me so viciously, practically tumbled over my waist and toppled onto the floor. My eyes snapped open and I sat up, running my fingers through my hair.

"At least let me shower," I said glumly. I saw Ryuuzaki's black head nod.

He unlocked the chain for a minute while I stripped myself of my shirt. I stepped into the shower first, then removed my pants (something I had learned the hard way), the warm water feeling extremely relaxing. Maybe it would be enough to make up for my lost sleep.

"Hurry up, Raito-kun," Ryuuzaki told me.

"It's not like Kira's going to be caught in ten minutes, Ryuuzaki," I replied.

After about ten minutes, Ryuuzaki was done waiting outside. He stood up and wrenched the plastic shower curtain back, revealing myself. Immediately, on instinct, I turned red, punched him in the face, and yanked the curtain back into its place.

"What was that for??" I called, indignant. I turned off the water, reached for my towel, and changed in record time. When I opened the curtain again, Ryuuzaki was squatting again and rubbing his cheek gingerly. "Sorry about that," I said, turning a bit red at the thought. "It was just so… yeah. Not even a warning."

"I'm sorry," the detective said miserably, as if he regretted saying the words. He glanced up at me hopefully. "Can we work on the case now?"

I moaned. "Fine, fine." What integrity! It's like he thinks Kira will be caught in a few minutes' working time! But then again, that's one of the things that I like the most about him.

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