._. There is something against me putting out chapters for this story. The last two times, I have written almost the entire chapter and then something happens and it's all gone. So now I had to fervently retype everything from memory. (Chapter Title: Product of a Murderer - Of Mice & Men)

:The Drugs That Keep Me High:

"…liet. Lawliet!" The name reverberated through the room as the chestnut haired man shook his bed partner's shoulder.

A grunt left the black haired male's lips and he cracked one eye open, shifting onto his side. "What?"

The onyx eyed male's voice was still laced with sleep. He hadn't even realized he had drifted off. "How long was I asleep?"

Raito sat up, cross legged on the bed. "About two hours. I got bored."

L shifted and sat up at that. He pressed his back to the headboard of the bed. "…seriously? I haven't slept in almost a week and you wake me up because you were bored?" There was a deadpan almost bitter tone in his voice.

A slight smirk grabbed at the corner of Raito's lips. The look was the best expression for the Asian male's face that L could imagine. The twitch in his lips made the phantom's amber eyes look alive and vibrant. "Well, I was content watching you sleep for a while. You mumbled a few words and groped at the air slightly. Also, you scrunch your face up kind of like a pug. After that though, you stopped all movement. It got boring and too quiet in here."

L rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Did you just compare me to a short, stubby, and chronically obsess dog that is known to be 'so ugly that it's pitifully cute'?"

Raito snickered softly. "I still called you cute, didn't I?"

"Mn." Lawliet made a noise to show he acknowledged the male.

The room was starting to get dark, shadows poured in from every crevice and it gave the room a very alluring appeal. "Dusk is the complete reason why I chose to live in this room…" The solidified phantom gave a genuine smile for once.

"Live?" L's eyebrow quirked and he made a slight amused face.

"This was my room during my brief time alive here. Nothing had really been changed, except for the fair amount of dust at the far end of the room." A glittering remembrance danced around in the golden amber eyes of the male sitting across from L. The raven haired male looked around, musing to himself that the entire room had been covered in a very thick sheet of dust when he had first entered, at least, before Raito had power surges he called emotions and near shattered the bay window and the entire contents of the room; L included.

The sun-kissed tan male beside of the chronic insomniac turned and caught Lawliet's eyes. "You know just as much about me as I do… But yet, I don't really know anything about you at all. Why did you move here? Why does that old man try to shove pills down your throat and contemplate hiding them in those mounds of sugar you gorge yourself with?"

L bit at his bottom lip; his eyes narrowed at the thought of Watari spiking his food with that god awful psychosis medication. "Well," The white as writing paper male took a deep breath and rested his head against the headboard. "I grew up in an orphanage for gifted minds but I was kicked out when I was diagnosed with the same mental disorder as a male that had brutally murdered a cluster of the children upon his arrival to the orphanage…"

Raito adjusted himself on the bed to where he was lying flat on his back with his hands behind his head. "So the orphanage deemed you insane and shipped you off to live in the middle of an abandoned apple orchard? That seems logical…"

L mimicked the ghost of a male's actions and laid his body down on the bed. "Mn. Roger, the director, is known to be a man of intellect, but honestly, he is one of the most ignorant people I've ever met. So, here I am; stripped of the only home I've ever really known and cast away into a sea of rotten apples and old antiques, talking with, and lying beside, a phantom that just happens to have a solid body despite having passed away several years prior, and claiming to still be one hundred percent sane."

Raito's movements were so swift that the midnight eyed male almost had to double take. He hovered over L, straddling his stomach. "You know, that in all of its entirety still isn't so bad…" The Asian male dipped forward, pressing his hands to L's chest, the rapid heartbeat dancing against his fingertips.

"That. At least you have that." Raito sighed, taking his time in massaging the patch of skin above the detective's heart. A stifled gasp left Lawliet's lips and he numbly reached forward, mimicking the ghost's actions. No heartbeat reached his fingertips. A hollow pain seeped into his stomach. Raito was truly dead.

A small laugh tumbled from Lawliet's lips and he managed to roll the two of them over. He now hovered over the ghost of a teenager. "A heartbeat simply means you have not died. It does not constitute living."

That now infamous smirk found its way on Raito's lips. L itched to feel them against his own. This feeling was all too new but strikingly familiar to him. This need for closeness and acceptance seemed to have hung over the both of them throughout the time of knowing each other. They saw the other as an equal.

L touched his lips to the other male's mouth fleetingly, almost as an experiment. Raito fully returned the motion, adding a delicious pressure to the motion of their lips. L braced himself with his hands on either side of Raito's shoulders and kept the kiss as level as possible. The sienna haired male's lips tasted like nothing L had ever seen before but he craved it. No amount of sugar he could ever consume would be enough to quench his need for this taste to be in his mouth.

In a split second, Raito disappeared. In the shock of it, L crashed down into the mattress, a groan leaving his lips. A hand grasped L's shoulder and turned him around.

Raito's smirk radiated a sense of authority and mischief. "So sorry, but I just couldn't let you keep the edge." Within seconds, Raito's lips had reconnected to the obsidian eyed male's while said male was pinned to the mattress.

:D TEN CHAPTERS. Holy shit. Also, ;alsdkjf This story has gotten OVER 900 views just sense I last updated. Words can not explain how amazing that makes me feel. I love each and every single one of you.