A/N: Hi everyone! I've been busy juggling school (Happy finals everyone!), Essence, This isn't goodbye and studying so that's why I'm a bit late. And my current obsession with Lady Gaga's new album, -cough-

Haha Tsukiakari Dono, that's so weird! I wrote chapter four-this chapter to that song! Have you been stalking me? O.o And I watched it, so cute~ LOL , Dr. Phil: L and Light really need to go on that show. Then again, they could just use Watari, his look-alike, ha. And teasing L is fun, -grabs shield because of rabid L fangirls)

Naruchan, do you have a chapter request/story request?

Essence- Glowing Temptation

Mello stared at Light who had just ran out of L's room. He was deadly pale, but he wasn't crying. Mello growled, what did that baggy-eyed jerk do this time? Actually, Mello didn't want to know. It would probably end with someone losing an arm or two. Light trying to run, lost his sense of reality, and collapsed, face set in a dreamlike stare. That got Mello, Matt's and Near's attention. "Light!" they tried calling the older's name but he just sat there, he didn't say anything, just stared. Mello growled, lugging Light up to a couch. He set him down to regain his mind, and dragged Matt to L's room.

He barged in, where he found L sitting on the bed, calm and stoic as ever if you looked at his torso and lower, but his face was twisted in an emotion Mello never saw before. It was hard to put a name on it. It was like guilt, regret, and sadness all rolled up into one. Matt ran his fingers through his pockets, wishing more than anything he had his video games. A different reality. One that held no real pain, no sadness, just boundless freedom and happiness. But he didn't. He never not had his handheld, ever. It was a lifesaver in situations where he really needed to get his mind off things. He twitched and hugged Mello's arm, for security. Mello patted his head, while staring at L.

"Mello." L called, still no tone in his voice. The blond blinked, "L, what the hell did you do?" he asked in the calmest way he could.

L smiled cryptically, "something I shouldn't have." Matt whispered, "L. Light's really upset. It would be better if we knew what was wrong."

The eldest of the three just shrugged. " It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore. Light and I will never be together. Light's percentage of Kira is at its peak. Almost eighty percent, now."

Mello put a hand on his holster for comfort, "You're L. You could get Light executed if you snapped your fingers. What do the percentage matter if you can easily get him killed, huh?" he asked, enraged at the complete disregard of how Light was feeling.

"Because I wouldn't be able to see Light die, no matter what... I think I may love Light." L said after a pregnant pause. The insecurity of those six words rand through the air. L? Love someone? Those three words should never be used. What happened to the emotionless L he once knew? Mello stared hard into L's eyes, seeing no untruth, no lies, no concealing, for once in his life.

"You can't think you love someone. It's either you love them or you don't. And what about Misa? Have some regard over other people's emotions, will you?" Mello snapped, still not over the shock of the possibility that L might actually love someone.

"Nothing matters to me, nothing but Light." L replied, wondering how he can say that, but not be able to say that he loved him. What was wrong with L's heart?

"I don't think you're in love with him, L." Matt spoke softly, thoughtfully.

"And why not?" the insomniac asked, isn't this what they're like in all those books, movies, and all?

"I just think you're in love, with the idea of being in love, which isn't surprising. You grew up with not knowing who to trust, whom to love. Now that you think you know, you're ignoring everything else." Matt explained, thought ringing through his voice.

L's shoulder's sagged at the cruel truth of those words. He really didn't know a thing about Light, besides the medical records, school records and other documents. Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut? He could've had Light, the ultimate prize, and actually knew him.

"You should know better than to hurt the already hurt, L. Do you remember BB?" Mello whispered, and L's throat turned to jelly (or should I say jam). He hadn't thought of him for a long, long time. It was a memory he preferred never to think of again.

BB had went crazy after A, his lover and best friend committed suicide over stress. A had been his original successor, and couldn't take all the drama and stress of being L. BB chased after L, stealing his appearance and killing everyone who got in his way of revenge. He wasn't always like this, again, he did it out of love. L had told him that he shouldn't have ever had an emotional tie with A anyway, which hurt the jam-loving griever more.

Then he disappeared on his and A's three year anniversary, never to be seen again. It still brought shivers to the little children who the bigger youth scared with creepy stories of L, and his many cases.

"L. I think you should chose on either never wanting to have Light romantically again, or buckling down and treating Light right. I can't bear to watch both of you suffer anymore." Matt said, still clinging to his Mello's arm.

After noticing the faraway look in L's eyes, Mello and Matt crept outside, leaving L to think about things and decide.


Light clenched and unclenched his hands, L said he wanted him back. L said he was overreacting. L said, L said, L said. Light couldn't trust a thing he 'said'. He tried to be strong, he really did, but it ended in L calling him an oversensitive baby. What was that supposed to make him feel? Right now, Light just felt empty, random emotions fluttering through his stomach once in a while.

First, there was anger. Then there was sadness. Then there was regret. And last, there was self-loathing. Near still sat next to him analyzing his every move. Where were Mello and Matt, he wondered.

Speak of the devil and he appears, Mello walked in, Matt in tow, and noticed Light stable again. "Light, we're sorry for you. We should go home now." Mello said, not wanting Light to have a heart attack or something.

Light nodded, standing on shaky feet, wobbling and clutched onto the coffee table. Mello shouted for Watari, who walked in silently. The blond requested a ride back to Light's apartment, as he obviously wasn't going to get there by himself.

Light sat in the back of the rather fancy automobile, head resting against the window as he replayed what L had said. Maybe he was a crybaby. Maybe he was overreacting.

Light bit his lip and counted all of the times he cried and found it true. He did cry a lot. He did overreact. What was wrong with him?

He was acting like a girl.

The seventeen year old hadn't acted like this since he was a child. What was is about L that made him act like that, so different from his regular self? Light didn't know. He wished he hadn't reacted like that; maybe L would love him again. Maybe his parents would love him again, maybe he could be happy.

Matt stared back at Light, wondering how in hell did one get so unlucky. Not only did the poor sap fall in love with L, the most socially retarded person on the face of this world, had a family that hated him, yet being able to hide it behind a smile and naïve eyes. At least if he showed a little of his real emotion, he wouldn't have so much bunched up inside, as cheesy as it was.

Light noticed the stare and let a small and pained smile peek through, both knowing it was very artificial.

"Hey." he said, voice hoarse from crying. He rearranged his hair so it looked a bit more lifelike, unlike the empty, dead feeling he felt on the inside.

Matt said his own 'hey' then turned back around, awkward silence very prominent in the air. Light felt his stomach flip suddenly, then a violent jerk from his heart. Was he dying? Was it Kira? Light's eyes grew larger and larger, before completely closing, his last thought was "L…"

Watari saw from the side mirror, froze the car, quickly checking Light's heart rate. He let a sigh of relief when he felt the faint pounding on the wrist against his palm.

Mello, Matt and Near also broke out in cold sweat for the elder teen they have came to love.

They calmed down one hearing the reassuring tone from Watari, that this wasn't a Kira attack, just a stress induced black out. As much as they didn't believe it, they still were happy Light hadn't left them. They never really thought about it, but both knew he was their closest friend, not to mention only friend outside of Wammy's, the place they've known as their home.

Near chewed his thumb, looking deep into Light's face, coming up with many percentages on what he was feeling right now. The albino child didn't dwell too much on percentages, knowing that Light wouldn't be happy to know that he had no particular emotion while thinking of percentages. So he just settled on being overjoyed that his big-brother-like-figure was just sleeping-ish.

Light however, wasn't feeling very relieved. He saw endless darkness at first, then two faint red lights glowing, coming nearer and nearer towards him, as he desperately tried to pull away from the tantalizing glow. The teen soon realized it was a pair of eyes, scarlet, blood red eyes. It had multiple rings around the pupils an eerie supernatural pull pounding towards Light.

He found himself wanting to be near it, like moths to a flame. The eyes disappeared, and the boy panicked, wanting the only light back. It reappeared soon, then the sound of heartbeats filled the space. "You are mine, Yagami Light." Then it disappeared completely, until a flash of L, or at least Light thought it was L, came and left, leaving him completely surrounded by darkness.

He missed those scarlet eyes, it was a mystery, and Light liked, no loved mysteries.

Light saw only black as he wandered around what seemed like dream land, only thinking about those tempting red eyes. Why did he see L's face, though? Was this a clue? Was this Kira after all? Many questions raced through the prodigy's head. This had to be a sign, what other explanation did this have? For one thing he was sure. He wanted to know whose eyes those were. Those hauntingly beautiful eyes.


A silhouette of a man shone against the dark room; moonlight pouring through the open window. A strange 'hyuk hyuk' laugh left a tall, thin demon like creature as he watched the silhouette write into his notebook, knowing that this could not end well for him. He took a satisfying crunch out of his beloved blood red apple. The dark figure smiled creepily, pearly white teeth shining through the barely lit room, as he watched multiple criminals die on his widescreen television.

This was all for you, Kami-sama, all for you. He laughed maniacally, clutching his notebook harder against his tuxedo clad chest.

One day, his Kami would reward him, making this goose chase for the evil being known as L worth it. And that's the best gift as well, being known to his beautiful master.

The figure snickered, thinking of all those who claimed him evil, no, claiming Kami evil. His righteous judgment will rule out those with an iron fist, his just god will punish those evil demons who dared defy him.

"Oh, Ryuk, Kami is coming. I can feel it." He said blissfully, to be reunited with the light of his world again would make him very, very happy.

The 'Ryuk' just snickered to himself, not saying anything to agree or contradict him. Of course, the killer didn't need any assurance of any sort, his sense of justice and love already engraved on his heart, soul and mind. He laid back down on his large bed, seeing the faceless angel that was his Kami-sama reach for him. He would be with him soon, he knew it, and he'd bring the entire world that had pure hearts as offering, the greatest offering of all.

A/N 2: Hi guys! I'm back after that slight Hiatus, you sons of a b—Business man. –cough- If any of you are having a bad day, I suggest you watch the funniest video known to man. Search 'Death Note This is Sparta- you already know this is going to be weird. Ha. As usual, leave a review, and Peace, Love and of course Sushi to you all!