Author's Note: There is no order to my updates. I've updated all my stories quite recently ((within a month)) besides the obvious one that I am still unsure if I should put on temp hiatus or not (("Soul/Heart")). So, now I'm doing my updates in order of interest. I'm most interested in writing the next chapter to this. Also, I'll try to go close to what my poll says. You guys want this next, you got it! ((Yes, there's a poll on my profile that you can vote in to see what story you want updated next. There's many options!)) Imperfection will prob be next, and after that, Life Note.

This chapter skips two weeks for obvious reasons. To begin with, the two weeks would be quite boring and similar to last chapter. And also, this is when the fun begins! MUAHAHAHA!

I've done my research and am trying to make this as realistic as possible. It works, trust me. For once. And I bet you thought I forgot something vital, but that's not true! I've been waiting until the timing seemed right to bring it in! You'll see...

MUAHAHA! Non-long author's note! Oh, but here's a cool fact: Did you know a normal pregnancy lasts about 40 weeks? Creepy to go along w/ Death Note, no? (("40 sec", etc))

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note...I'd let myself publish these fanfictions for money. Seeing as I don't, they're online, where anyone can steal them! But, I'm warning you, if you do, I will hunt you down and kill your whole family in front of your eyes. And play a little sword game w/ you as well - TO THE PAIN! ((Princess Bride reference XP))

Chapter 7

"Light-chan?" L called through the closed door to the bathroom. "Light-chan will be alright soon, right? And open the door for his boyfriend who is worried sick about him?" A retching sound came from the other side of the door. Bad choice of words…

L was currently sitting on the outside of the bathroom in their suite, the chain pulled taught underneath the door, and his wrist pressed against the crack. Light was inside, nauseous and trying to puke up the remains of last night's dinner.

Yesterday morning, he was nauseous, too, but not to the point where the toilet was his best friend. Maybe he was sick from eating too much the night before. Dammit, he saw that his breasts weren't getting any smaller—bigger if that was possible—and still, he was hungry! Why didn't he stop eating? Now L will think he's such a glutton, or maybe even bulimic. No, wait, they purge right after eating. He waited all night.

But…but, still, he ate way too much. His body just wasn't used to it. It wouldn't happen again, he could tell you that.

A few minutes later, Light finally stood, going to wash out his mouth, brush his teeth, gargle, anything to get the disgusting taste of bile out of his mouth. But as he stood, the chain pulled hard against his wrist. He couldn't reach the sink without L coming into the bathroom as well.

He sighed and opened the door. L was sitting outside in his normal crouch, hand at his feet in an uncomfortable position. He looked up expectantly, worriedly, as the door opened. "Light-chan!" he cried. In the back of his mind, thoughts of Kira being alone in the bathroom without L able to watch creeped up, but he easily stifled those with his love for the same teen he suspected of being Kira.

"I'm fine, L-kun…" Light sighed. He liked L being worried about him. It made him feel…wanted. Like someone actually cared for him. But still, would L care for him if he was fat? Or with boobs? Wait, strike that, he enjoyed those damn pieces of fat.

L stood and looked Light straight in the eye. What was wrong with him today? He didn't look nauseous anymore; had it passed already? The teen began to walk to the sink and L understood the chain predicament, following and waiting for the boy to be done. Anyway, he needed to relieve himself at the moment.

Once both were done with their business, Light turned to his lover and stated, "I don't know if it's alright to eat right now, because of how upset my stomach was this morning…"

The detective nodded and turned to leave the room. "The only problem is that we cannot have you staying in bed all day. I'm sorry to say this, but it would raise your Kira percentages. You must work, despite being ill." He sighed and began searching for a change of clothes.

With a nod of understanding, though L couldn't see, the brunet trailed behind and picked out his own clothes. He still wondered what L meant be he was sorry to say his percentage would raise, but that didn't seem that important right now.

His pajamas were off completely—though his boxers were already in place—before warm arms circled around him and grabbed hold of his breasts. "L!" he cried before smacking the hands away. L had done this multiple times, and it was almost expected, but this time, it hurt. Maybe it had something to do with his stomachache.

"But they just looked so squishable, from what I could see from behind you…though your ass isn't looking too bad either…" L replied, eyes following his words. By now, Light was facing him, so all he had to do was circle his arms around him yet again to squeeze the delectable behind. Again, his arms were smacked away, added with a smack to his face. The last time Light slapped his face was a month ago!

"Stop doing that!" Light yelled. His hand stung, his butt stung, his boobs stung. This fucking sucked. What was going on with him?

L was about to respond, but a grumbling from Light's stomach caught his attention. "Light-chan is hungry," he stated as fact.

"No, I'm not," was his reply. In contrast, his stomach rumbled angrily. "Shut up," he hissed, looking down. He then decided to get dressed again. The bra he wore yesterday was already tight then, but he refused to go a size bigger. That would put him back into the C bra. Two weeks, two weeks he'd gone slowly suffocating in the B-cup that didn't fit. Dammit, he really was fat, wasn't he?

What was wrong with those damn pills? It was like they stopped working all of a sudden. As if his system somehow built up a tolerance to them. What was wrong with his body?

He stared at the bra that just wouldn't fit today and threw it to the floor in utter anguish. "I'm fucking fat!" he wailed.

L turned around to give his boyfriend a look that could easily read you're crazy. He didn't know what to do. Should he go up to the teen and comfort him, saying that he wasn't overweight—which was certainly true? Or should he agree, as Light didn't seem like he wished to argue right now?

Instead, L stooped to pick up the dropped lingerie and held it between two fingers, examining the size. He then fished through the drawer that held all the panties—utterly ignored—and bras. He found one a size bigger…he hoped. Light didn't expect to feel cold fabric to wrap around his chest as he stood staring at a wall trying to figure out how long he could go without eating.

"You're not fat," L insisted as he hooked the bra together. Light slipped his arms through the straps obediently, but still depressed. "Light-chan's body is just confused. And if he doesn't eat breakfast, his body won't start up early enough and he'll actually gain weight. Do what I do and think off the calories." He smiled sweetly in the mirror he had led Light to and wrapped his arms around Light's waist. "I don't think you're fat," he finally said.

That was it; that was all he needed to say for Light to smile back. L didn't think he was fat, so that meant that he wasn't…at least in L's eyes. There was still his father, who would most definitely notice the bra-size increase. But first, he needed to eat; his stomach growled once more.

"Breakfast, perhaps?" L asked as he helped Light pull on his shirt. It was different from the button-down the teen had picked out, black fabric that had to be pulled over his head. "Black looks good on you—very slimming," L smirked, somehow knowing fashion.

He cocked his head to the side as he grabbed the black slacks. "Black doesn't display as much visible shadow when worn, correct? That is why the color is worn to make a person's body appear smaller. Am I correct in my assumptions?" he questioned.

Light smiled and chuckled. "Yeah…" he sighed. "That's probably it…" He still felt chubby, but all he needed to think about were L's words so his mind cut off his own.

Matsuda walked into headquarters with his usual smile on his face. He wasn't very happy today, but he refused to let that show. He didn't want people to worry about him; Light should be the one with the people wishing to help…though that wasn't working out too well.

In the past few weeks, Matsuda was the only one supporting the teen. He remained quiet about the relationship he unearthed, but still thought about it in private. They made an interesting couple; that was for sure. But he realized that with both of their genius unmatched except by each other—and Kira—there was no doubt that attraction could sprout. But there was still the fact that love had been introduced to the picture.

Love…L was a very introverted person before agreeing to meet with the Kira Task Force. He had never done that before, after all. He still was introverted, but had somehow figured out Light was his first friend. Matsuda thought it was sweet that Light would be so nice to the guy, enough that they had become friends.

Sure, there were still the fights, but he knew that the two younger men loved them. They loved the ability to argue, right? Someone that actually matched them, mentally and physically…But to love the other? That was completely different.

Light was a teen that cared greatly about his public appearance. That, Matsuda knew. And L had no idea what self-conscious even meant, probably. How did that work out? And if both never give in…have they even done…it yet?

Matsuda shuddered at the idea and approached the two detectives. Light was eating an omelet and toast; L, a crepe with…ice cream? Well, he was always eating weird sweet combinations.

"Good morning!" he said once close enough to the two that everyone could tell he was directing it towards them. None of the others had forgiven him for walking out on lunch two weeks ago, so the only ones he could talk to were the ones that ignored him the most to begin with. "My, Light-kun," he started before L cut him off.

"Ah, can Matsuda-kun please fetch me more tea and sugar cubes?" he asked. The way he said it was actually more polite than usual, and L had used "kun" instead of "san" this time. Did he actually consider him a friend now, too? But he didn't appear to be anywhere near as intelligent as Light…

Before he could leave to go to the kitchen, L called for him to wait and scrawled several things onto a slip of paper. He handed the paper to the poor detective and stated, "This is what I wish for you to bring back, thank you." Had he ever said thank you before? And had he never actually written out what he wanted so Matsuda didn't mess up the order, instead of waiting for him to flub everything up and then get upset?

Whatever the difference, Matsuda took to the piece of paper and began to walk away. "You got it, Ryuzaki!" he called, head turned towards the other. That's why he crashed into the doorframe. "I'm okay," he said as he exited very ungracefully.

"Oh, and Light-kun? Amane-san has requested yet again to see you. What should I say so she doesn't get suspicious as to why we're not agreeing to have a 'date'?" L asked, as Misa had indeed been whining a lot quite recently. She hadn't seen her "boyfriend" in a whole month!

Light didn't answer. He was currently wondering similar things to Matsuda. Why was L suddenly so close to Matsuda, enough to call him "kun" instead of "san"? That just wasn't fair! Was it because he had taken to calling Light Light-chan in private that he still needed to address somebody with the informality that "kun" provided? Matsuda had to be at least a year older than L, despite everything that proved otherwise. What was going on?

In the kitchen, Matsuda's thoughts wandered around the words scrawled across the paper. There were two different types of pen on it, meaning L had written the other stuff before writing down what kind of tea and ice cream he preferred.

This "other stuff" was actually quite disturbing, coming from L himself. Matsuda knew that his boss was going to find a way to slip him the paper that day. This just seemed like the perfect way. The words actually scared him. He reread the words, hands shaking slightly, body leaning against a counter.

I wish to thank Matsuda-kun for helping Light-kun, even if his words have fallen on deaf ears. I have several requests to make, all of which are purely optional.

1) Continue helping Light-kun, but not in front of his father or the other Task Force members. From today onward, unless Light-kun or I send him away, Matsuda-kun is allowed to eat lunch with us while the others leave. The same applies to dinner.

2) Tell me Matsuda-kun's reasons for helping Light-kun.

3) This next request must remain thoroughly secret. I have temporarily disabled the cameras in whatever room you are in currently, but once you arrive back with my food, they will be turned on again. Therefore, destroy this note once finished reading it. Also, I would prefer if the following request were taken care of as soon as possible, for it is more of an order than a request. Buy a disposable pregnancy test and slip it to me as soon as possible. Hopefully during lunch today.

Matsuda's eyes widened on the second to last sentence. WHAT WAS GOING ON?

Author's Note: Yes, I know Light gets over his "fat" issues rather quickly, but it's all in the wording...He doesn't really, but deludes himself into thinking certain thoughts. And have you noticed the food? Food plays a big part in all this! Last chapter, if you remember, he states that he's been eating toast w/ butter every morning, but because of his "weight gain" he refuses butter. Today, why is he eating an omelet then? ^_- ACK! He does not have an eating dissorder, I swear! Save that for the other stories! ((I've found a fair few I'm in love with...))

How'd you like Matsuda's POV? I made yet another split-second deciscion on his character. You can notice some hints at something deeper with him, right? Well, he also seems quite smart too...I wanted his POV to show that he suspects other stuff is up, that he can somehow understand Light, and that, well, it shows how "unrealistic" L and Light's relationship is. I've never done something quite like this before, and love finding flaws in my own writing in such a way like this!

Note: Crepe and ice cream = awesome breakfast. I've had it at two sleepovers now and it's becoming a tradition! That, and French bread. I have a thing for French food, no? Croissant last chapter and now crepes? Haha, it was the first thing that popped into my head for a breakfast for L!

Uh...I wished to make this chapter longer, but realized that the note I ended on was perfect. Also, at the end of Light's paragraph right before the kitchen scene, Light said "what was going on?" and I thought tha it was cool that I did that...accidentally...Would you be surprised if I admitted to not knowing what the hell I was doing this whole chapter, even w/ the letter until that last request was actually written? *sigh*

PS: Zing at first two chapters w/ the slap. ^_-