"You know what I've just realized," Kim said, a little startled, "We haven't written about Light yet! He's the main character, how could we forget?" Becca scowled.

"Probably because he's a dick. Lets not write about Light."

"You're just bitter about the whole 'killing L' thing." Kim said with a superior toss of her bangs.

"Fine then Kim, what's his correct pairing? Don't answer that because he doesn't have one, we've used all the people he could be paired with and none of them work."

Kim was stumped by this. She thought hard for a minute, chewing her lower lip and staring into space.

"I guess he really doesn't have a correct pairing, poor Light." Kim cut off Becca's indignant squawk at this, "I guess we could write a pretty great incorrect pairing then! Who do you want to use?"

Becca looked nervous. "Well I kind of wanted to do a Naomi Misora story sometime but I don't want to pair her with Light it-"

"It's perfect!" Declared Kim and Becca moaned.

"But Kim! They only meet once and it is defiantly not a romantic meeting. There is no way we could squeeze a romance out of these two characters!"

"That is why writers like us invented the AU."

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Light Yagami is a pretty, pretty boy.

And I don't mean that in a creepy way, I used to baby sit that kid, I just mean that he an undeniably attractive in every way. Besides I have a fiancée who is defiantly the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

I'm having tea with his parents and they are absolutely rabid to know everything about Raye. We were only visiting Japan to see my parents but I thought I should pop by and see the Yagami's before returning home to America to plan my wedding. It's also good practice to be grilled about your future husband before some old family friends before you face the real hurdle of your own parents.

Mrs. Yagami is a really sweet lady but she has basically no life because she mostly just sits around at home. This apparently has caused her to becoming completely psychotic about every detail of my life. I just want to scream 'yes the sex is good' and then maybe she would stop with this ridicules hinting and beating around the bush.

Light is kind of staring at me. He still has those weird almost golden eyes he had when he was a kid. I think I'm just going to nod my head and ignore Mrs. Yagami's prattling for now.

Light and Sayu were such weird kids.

Sayu was sweet and loud and messy and terrible to baby sit. She had a lot of spunk to her and I remember vividly how tired my 12-year-old legs would be after having her toddle out of reach all afternoon.

Light was reserved and mature and brilliant and also terrible to baby sit. He regarded himself as far to good for the ordeal and refused to treat me as any sort of authority. If I didn't do what he wanted he was practically demonic. I could recall clearly his vile little whisper hissing blackmail into my ear. But he looks like he turned out all right even though he's still scowling at me.

It must be Mr. Yagami's turn to make a long irrelevant speech because he is babbling for Japan now.

Ah, this famous speech must be called '500 billion awesome things that Light has done… oh and I think I have a daughter somewhere to'. Light has stopped looking at me and now he's looking out of the window with a furious determination. Don't worry Light; he's only going to be doing this for… about the rest of your life.

I think I have consumed more tea than is humanly possible but the charming kitchen clock is now telling me that I should go.

"Well thank you for the tea but I really must go."

"Thank you for stopping by my dear girl, Raye sounds wonderful." I kind of wish Mrs. Yagami had abridged this whole ordeal to just that.

"He sounds like an asshole."

Is it just me or did everything just get silent and poisonously awkward? Light has just gotten up and left after that leaving his parents to flounder in their horror.

"I'm so sorry he-"

"Never usually acts-"

"Very rude, I'm sorry-"

"Must be tired, overworked-"

"Been acting strange lately-"

The emergency relationship repair team fizzles out into ashamed silence. I'm pretty pissed about Light being a jerk but the sight of Mrs. Yagami's childishly ashamed and guilty face is breaking my heart.

"It's fine, those are hard years, I remember. If you guys make it to the wedding I'm sure he'll get along great with Raye." Both Yagami's pledge to brave all the world's terrors to make it to my wedding and I leave the house.

It's all gross and snowy here; the air is so cold it hurts. I miss California.

Light has snuck up behind me so quietly I didn't even notice. Perhaps he is not familiar with proper 'I have just called your true love an asshole' etiquette. He's the one who's an asshole. I think I'm going to pretend he isn't there.

"Naomi you know I'm right." Oh damn, now I can't just ignore him. Why is so cold out here?

"Light I think you should go back inside." His face is thin and adolescent but he doesn't even blink when I snap at him.

"I think I'll wait with you." I have rolled by eyes at him to show that I am not impressed by his ridicules arrogance.

"You don't even know Raye, Light!"

"He wants you to give up your job, you're life, and be only his. He's possessive and thinks he can contain you and be enough for you. You're so much more than that Naomi, I know you better. We've always been friends, since we were kids, I know he isn't enough." Light's voice has lost some of its strict composure but it is becoming increasingly hard to be upset with him.

"You don't know Raye. You're just arrogant enough to think that you can figure anything out but you can't. Not this. Not Raye. I love him Light. Maybe you don't understand what that means." I'm doing a victory dance in my head because I have totally won now. Light looks crushed. He should look crushed; he just got beaten by the power of love.

"Naomi, I love you. I always have." His voice sounds like he's being strangled.

Oh no.

"Light you're just a kid. I can't- you can't- Why would you? – I don't understand I-" I seem to have beaten myself in this fight. I'm floundering.

He has started to cry. The one thing he never did. Not even as a kid. Never.

How did I break that death grip he had on his dignity? How do you break someone's heart without even knowing it?

Raye has just pulled up and I leap into the car like an Olympic athlete and tell him to step on it. I can't stay here like this. It's too cold.

*

My ex-husband is such an asshole.

I'm standing here in the middle of the Tokyo airport waiting for one of my parents to show up with a car. I have way to much stuff to carry so I'm just standing here, perched on my miniature island of stuff.

Ever since I left Raye my life has sucked. Correction: ever since I married Raye my life has sucked.

The FBI apparently doesn't want me back now and since my ex-husband's lawyer is a demon I have basically zero income. Raye has basically destroyed me financially. That's why I have to move back in with my parents. My parents who wouldn't speak to me for a year when they found out I had gotten divorced. I guess we're supposed to reconnect and be a happy little family now but I have the impression that a lot of screaming and the words 'ruining are family' being used often are a more likely result.

I just caught a glimpse of myself in the window. I hope it's my father picking me up because my mom would flip. My hair's all greasy from traveling a lot and you can really see the weight I gained from trying to be Raye's precious little stay home wife. My thighs are all bulky now, not like when I actually had a job that made me use them, and my face looks all heavy. Eugh.

There is hair all over my dumpy little sweater so I'm picking it off in a distracted sort of way. Raye's already found some new little hooker to be his domestic beauty and she doesn't wear sweaters although I doubt that her body mass can be keeping her very warm.

He kept calling for a while to give me crap about how badly I had hurt him by leaving and how that somehow excused him for taking all my money and finding some new slut. I was mostly just mad about the fact that the FBI wouldn't hire me back now that I was fat and out of practice. It's a blow to the ego.

I just looked at my watch and my parents are nearly half an hour late. If it's my dad coming he's probably just too nervous to get out of the car (but he will never admit that is why, so he's probably still "making sure he has everything"). If it's my mom she probably thinks that making me wait in the airport will punish me and make me realize that respectable women do not go through bitter divorces where they end up in a screaming match on the phone every few days.

"Naomi Misora?"

That doesn't sound like my parents.

It is Light Yagami. He looks kind of scary thin and tired but it is definitely him. His hair is a little longer and his clothes are a little looser but it is definitely him. His eyes are still that weird almost gold only now they look darker for some reason.

What do I do?

"Light Yagami." Oh that was really snappy, I am such a genius at communication. He's wearing an expensive if slightly rumpled suit and carrying a laptop.

"What are you doing back here?" His eyes are wide and I feel suddenly aware of myself.

"I left my husband and I'm moving in with my parents because I lost my job and he took all my money and you where right so just say it." The whole story just comes flooding out of my before I can stop it. Because I'm sure everyone wants to here about my depressing life, of course.

"He is such an asshole." The ghost of a smile flickers across Light's face and I feel a little bit warmer. "Are you waiting for a car?"

"Yeah my parents were supposed to be here but maybe they've forgotten me." I sound so forlorn I have to laugh at myself.

"I could give you a ride if you need it. Big important business men are so busy earning millions of dollars that people just have to provide cars for them." I smile a little back at him but I'm still feeling self-conscience so I try to keep reserved.

"That would be nice."

We walk out of the airport and I feel comfortable with him, which surprises me. There is just a sort of vague familiarity in everything he does, which is comforting. I know he's going to ask me if I want to get some coffee before his mouth is even open. I allow myself to feel the pride of thinking that I may be the only one to be able to figure this man out.

I say yes to the coffee and I tell him that it will be my revenge against my parents for abandoning me but it is really because I don't want to leave him and go home to a hostile family.

We talk for an hour over coffee, taking careful savoring sips. I realize about half way through that the curling in my stomach is loneliness. And that is the darkness in Light Yagami's eyes as well.

We are both cold people who do not want to be touched who cannot stand to be loved, who cannot stay where we are supposed to because something is calling us and making our limbs twitch with the need to run.

I don't tell him that out loud because that would be awkward. A giant coffee cup full of cooled awkward.

"I hope I'll see you again soon Naomi." He says listlessly when we get up to leave.

"Yeah and thank you for offering to help with this whole 'unemployment' thing. The sooner I can get out of my parents house the better, seeing as I may accidentally murder them after prolonged contact."

"We big powerful business men can basically do whatever we please so it's no problem. I'm sure you're going to enjoy working with my father." I laugh at that and Light's disillusioned ghost of a smile fades into a real one.

Suddenly my heart is pounding. Uh oh, I seem to have strolled into danger land via the road of bad ideas. I am bad news, I am divorced and angry and unpleasant to have around, but somehow Light looks more my age now. Maybe he always was.

My lips stop obeying my brain, which is beating desperately against the inside of my skull, screaming protests. Light's mouth feels like it has been waiting for me but maybe it has. When he puts his arms on my waist I finally feel warm.

He looks terrified when we break apart and he is still clinging to my hand. I want to say that I'm not going anywhere and that even though I can still feel the wild streak in me, the call, I want to take him with me wherever I go. But I don't say that because as previously mentioned I have a prejudice against awkward. Except when I don't.

"See you soon Light, it's good to be back." I'm trying to tease him a little with my hips as I walk away. I feel good inside and have good feelings for tomorrow.

Oh dear one of my hip swings seems to have gotten a bit out of hand and now I'm just sort of limping.

The world is an asshole. But the good kind.

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"Hooray for overusing the word asshole." Kim cheered. Becca grinned.

"It's nice to have a theme."

"We may in fact be the best writers ever."