A/N: Poor L. I feel really bad for him. But…the plot thickens!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything really….but yes.

For the next few days, L and Light stopped talking to each other. L spent most of his time in Light's desk drawer as a doll. Light only took L out briefly so L could take care of his needs. Light knew that he had hurt L's feelings, but he was too proud to apologize. No words were exchanged as Light dressed and undressed L. L merely stared at him, disapproval obvious in his eyes. It bothered Light, but he couldn't tell that to L.

One day, Light finally took L back to school. He fed L only when L started kicking him. L only kicked once, but Light assumed L was enchanting the skittles he was given.

Instead of immediately going home after school, Light was roped into doing research at the library for a group project. L didn't protest, but that meant nothing.

Light browsed through old newspaper clippings about town. One headline caught his eyes, "University Professor Killed by Lovestruck Student". The picture was really blurry, so Light bypassed it. However, he soon came across another article about the same incident, "Student Murders Professor in Homicide-Suicide Plot". Light tried to ignore it and move on, but there were months worth of newspaper articles on the same story. The pictures only became clearer.

"L?" Light whispered.

"Light," L responded curtly.

"I think you ended up in the news," Light said quietly. "I found a couple old articles about a murdered professor."

"So, you couldn't take my word for it unless there was evidence to back me up, is that it?"

"That's not it at all," Light insisted. "I just found this on my research on violence in school. But really…you've been dead since 1952? You're awfully old."

L sighed. "I am not an old man, Raito-kun. I died in my twenties. My body has not aged since then."

"But mentally…you're older than my dad. That's crazy. Aren't I too young to appeal to you?"

L made a noise that sounded like he was trying not to laugh. "Raito-kun, I am physically twenty. Imagine the problems that would occur if I had tried to find a mate my own age. Besides, I have not really aged as much as you would think. Time in the shinigami realm is unequal to time on earth."

"But…you were a college professor. I can't quite picture it. What did you teach?"

"Raito-kun knows more than he thinks he does," L said calmly. "Hasn't he discussed Ryuga's Law?"

Light clapped a hand to his mouth. "Oh my god. I read about you in forensics class."

"And yet you did not recognize me?"

"Of course not. I didn't know your name. And the picture really doesn't look like you at all. You were wearing glasses and you had your hair all slicked down. And that was a really weird coat you wore back then."

L shuddered. "The coat I died in. The coat I was buried in. I hated that thing. Luckily, it is currently acceptable for professors to wear jeans to work. It is unfortunate that I have missed that time as a living being. I enjoy modern clothing. I have been wearing these since the eighties."

"The eighties? But you died-"

"I know. Time passes differently on earth. It seemed like I was barely in the shinigami realm before I was sent back, and yet I had missed two decades."

"That must have been quite a change for you."

"I managed. Youth has its advantages, of which easy adaptation is one of them. I enjoy all the conveniences of your time. Television is much better. DVDs are amazing. And you have many different styles of clothing to wear. I do prefer to be naked though."

"You really are a pervert."

"No, no. In the shinigami realm, I enjoy my clothes. Here, my clothes render me immobile. I have the choice between being naked and enjoying life or being clothed and experiencing nothing. It is an easy choice to make."

"I thought you lived in a time where running around naked was unacceptable. I don't remember much perverts until after the 60s."

"I suppose I did live in a time of morality. However, the people of your time made it clear to me that sexual behavior is a lot less regulated than it once was."

"Well...I guess so. Compared to your time, yeah. We're a lot less private about sexuality. And I guess a lot more people find casual sex to be a way of life. I just think it's dumb to have sex with a bunch of strangers or people you don't even like. That's why I stay away from Misa. She annoys me."

"I am sure Raito-kun prefers males. Perhaps I am just not his type."

"I don't have a type," Light growled.

"That's fine. I suppose I don't need to be intimate with you in order to kill Misa in a jealous rage."

"Wait a minute. You're going to what?!"

"You are in a library," L reminded him.

Light paused for a moment and glanced around. Tow girls looked at him with wide eyes, probably thinking he was a crazy person that talked to himself. With a scowl, Light stomped outside and walked around the library to a secluded park. He yanked L out of his pocket and placed him on his palm. "You're going to do what to who?!" Light demanded, letting his voice reach almost hysterical levels.

"Kill Misa," L said calmly. "Then I will not be competing with her for your affection."

"I don't like girls," Light growled. "You're not competing with her, dumbass."

"Then will you have sex with me?"

"No!"

L sighed. "You leave me not choice." He held out his arm to Light. "You may give me your instructions now."

"What the hell do you expect me to do?"

'Write the means of Misa's demise on my arm."

'Are you crazy? I can't write on your arm."

"True. There is not much space to write. Return me to my human size and then try."

"L, you dumbass! You're naked."

"Oh, yes. That is also a problem. Quite inconvenient. Shall we do this back at your house?"

"No, we are not. I am not going to write crap on your arm. You are going to explain to me what the hell has gotten into you. I can't just write, 'I wish Misa would trip and fall down the stairs' and hope it'll happen."

L's eyes glowed with malicious glee. "Oh, but it will happen if Raito-kun desires it. I cannot kill her myself, unless she poses a threat to you."

"I don't care. I'm not killing her. I don't dislike her enough to kill her. Murder is serious business, you know."

L shrugged. "If Raito-kun is not willing to kill mere annoyances, we shall start with the dregs of society."

'Whoa…hold on. You're scaring me. Why are you so determined to get me to kill someone?"

L smiled creepily. "Because that is my purpose. I am a Death Doll."