Author's Notes;;

Well I'm back from Florida and writing will resume, at least for a week, because I'm going on vacation soon to Mexico; just warning you in advance. I'll remind you closer to, but while in Mexico I probably won't be able to write anything. :(

glostarz;; ^-^ I love that I charge my phone with my laptop, the computer has to be on for the phone to charge. -.-
Death Note Demon From Hell;; Hehe, I thought the words appropriate. He is cocky. Thanks for the review!!!
Yuka-chan16;; It's alright, I understand that real life takes precedence over FF :)
Divanora;; LOL, when I was writing Twisted Midnight the scene with Light getting shot was the only one I was looking forward to writing, and then eventually the very ending. Welll we're here!
Freakitten;; LOL yeah like I said I snuck into the lobby and managed to write in the names just before posting the chapter. O.O

Chapter Seven:

The next morning when I woke up, my resolve hadn't left me, and when we headed for the shower I decided it was time to at least lay on some charm. If I were really going to go through with wooing the older man, I was going to give my best effort. I was nothing if not determined, and once I set my mind to something I didn't give up until I achieved my goal. Looking at the detective I knew I would either fail miserably or success would be well worth it.

I would take the approach, and seduction, slowly. It wasn't like I didn't have time, and I didn't think rushing the introvert would be beneficial so I began by opening doors for him and waiting for him to go through first. I briefly debated making a move in the shower, but nudity often provoked feeling vulnerable which might make him more defensive, and that was something I was hoping to avoid. The rest of the day went by relatively swiftly and, before we headed out with the rest of the team to celebrate Matsuda's birthday, I decided to make yet another calculated , strategic move in this new game I had put on the board. After he slipped on his shoes I placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around slowly, his face a calm mask that I wanted to break; I wanted him to show me what he was thinking, I wanted him to feel just like he made me feel.

I slid my hand slowly down his arm while merely looking into those black orbs, seeking any kind of reaction as my hand finally settled in his and I raised our joined limbs slowly and placed a kiss atop each knuckle before licking along his index finger. I felt the smallest smile tug my lips briefly as something pass through those dark eyes and he pulled away, "I'm sorry." He was sorry? I couldn't tell from his expression, but I had seen that small chink in the armor…and I would remember it. I stopped when we were almost at the door and pulled on the chain when he noticed and he let me. "What is it, Light-kun?"

As I watched him walk towards me I noticed that, despite his horrible posture while walking, if he stood straight he wouldn't be marked by his usual slouch. His eyes, which were usually devoid of emotion, were like stones of onyx and reflected my own face back at me as clearly as if they were mirrors. His face had a nice structure beneath the rough exterior and his lips looked more than inviting. I leaned down and gently spoke, "Ryuuzaki," hoping to catch those lips with my own but he turned his neck and I found his cheek instead.

The game hadn't changed, he'd just changed the rules and raised the ante. "L-Light…" he stammered, "d-don't…" His hands pressed against my chest feebly although I knew he possessed enough strength to push me off if he really wanted to. Spurred on by that thought I let my lips find that salty-sweet spot against his skin that lay gently over his pulse and his position changed again and I heard a gasp escape the lips that had escaped my attention. He'd said 'don't,' so I had. I wanted to make him want the attention, and when he did I would stop. I sucked on his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough that, as I moved my tongue toward his ear he pulled me toward him and a small moan was the appreciation he showed. It was time, and I pulled away, catching his eyes with my own. "As you wish, Ryuuzaki." I turned and opened the door and walked into the main office, not looking behind me and we all headed for the restaurant. The game wasn't nearly over, I had many more hands to play, and each was designed to create a chink in his defenses. Eventually, they would crack; eventually they would fall.

Midway through dinner, I slipped my left hand onto his thigh and left it there. I caught the slight shift in his expression that lasted less than a second, but it had been there. His own hand came down and covered mine before he realized his slip and moved it away again, but I kept my hand there a few moments longer to let him know that I wouldn't go away as easily as that. I liked him, I wasn't sure why, but I did. It had taken me a while to figure it out, but since I had I was going to put my best effort into it…I wouldn't run away from it. There weren't many people that I cared about, and the fact that he managed to fall into that category was beyond me, but that wasn't something I was quite ready to dive into yet…I'd let that part of me remain a mystery for at least a bit longer.

As the slightly inebriated policemen walking ahead of us on the way home made plans for more of a party on Matsuda's floor, I stopped as I noticed my shoe was undone. It was one of my pet peeves, my appearance, and having undone laces would bother me to no end. I knelt on one knee and began the looping process when I heard something that was a source of confusion all around. "Hey, L!" I looked up and across the street towards where a man stood on a balcony of a hotel that was across the street from building headquarters was in and my eyes narrowed on the hand that was, as if in slow-motion, coming from behind his back with some sort of gun.

I didn't know enough about guns to know the make or model, but I knew he meant to take L's life. I didn't think, I just knew that if L died then we would never catch Kira. We could pretend we were good enough, but without L it wouldn't be the same. That was what I told myself as the man pulled the trigger and I stood up, stood between the bullet and the detective, and it hit my shoulder and I spun with the impact and my eyes suddenly met the man whose life I had saved. I had always been brilliant at lying to myself and ignoring the exploration of emotions that might have stirred any action I could take, and I fell forward, still not quite feeling anything. That was bad. Small, shallow wounds hurt instantaneously, but the deeper ones always took longer to feel. I dimly recalled two more shots following the first and, in the seconds it took me to fall, I realized I was still worried about him. I had the feeling that my self-deception couldn't last much longer, perhaps my feelings ran a bit deeper than like, but pain blossomed in my right shoulder and he caught me; he kept me from falling completely and, despite that he looked paler than usual and his eyes a bit wider than was customary for him, he was unhurt…and I was glad.

A//N

Welll yeah

short, again

mainly because

I've already written it? XD