Previously. . .

Oh Kami-sama. You know what? Fine. Ignore L. Screw things up. Wait until the last moment. But, remember. Don't regret it. You don't want to be the one confessing at his death bed.

. . . what?

You'll see soon enough. Or, perhaps, we're the ones who'll be six feet under. Who knows what destiny has in store for all of us.

CHAPTER 12

Finally, the day was over.

Light could go home.

And not see the prosecutor's ass ever again, hopefully.

He wasn't sure what overcame in that instant. All he knew is that he wanted that bastard as far away as possible. Light just did not get a good scent from that shady guy. Something seemed wrong about him. Something behind that stoic face. Whatever it was, Light did not want to unmask it, rather push him into the depths of hell. How lovely thoughts. Besides, since when did he care about the guys L was? Blame the goddamn cross-dressing. It's screwing with his mind. He sighed.

Why did Light allow himself to be affected by all this madness?

It's not like he asked to become the god of this new world. Maybe Light should just drop the dream behind. Perhaps the world was better the way it was. Besides, perfection is a bit on the boring side, isn't it? A crime-free Utopian world with no flaws. Where's the fun in that? Light enjoyed finding all these criminals even though he highly disregarded that fact. Who the hell enjoyed killing people? Crazy ones. And Light was far from crazy. He was sane. Well, until he ran into frickin' Ryuzaki. There will always be exceptions and downfalls. The real goal of Light should be for himself to be flawless. Why save the world too when he needs the most saving? All this Death Note business has not been quite healthy.

But then again, there were so many pros of a crime-free society; why the hell would anyone not seize the opportunity?

Ryuk's correct. Light's different. In what sense though? For the better or worse? Somewhere in between? Most of the time, Light Yagami's intentions were not made clear. His family was oblivious to his recent activity involving the Shinigami and the black notebook of death. Light preferred it this way. However, somehow, L was able to see through his walls. He remembered when he first encountered him on the TV. . . how pissed he was at this 'L'. How dare he make a fool of him in public to nearly everyone watching? It was embarrassing. He wanted to hurt his pride the same way back.

Now, their relationship has changed.

L considers him his only true friend. Light views him as the only threat to his Utopian plan. They both acknowledged each other's similarities and differences. The two knew they hated to lose in anything. That's just who they were as individuals. Sometimes that caused them to go on a crash collision with each other. Sometimes they linked together like two puzzle pieces. It was strange. Whatever was happening between them was weird. Both side could agree on that evident fact. L was smug while Light was confused.

Were they really friends?

Or. . .

Something else?

Honestly, it scared Light shitless. Could it be possible that?- No, no way. Light, c'mon, you've got a girlfriend. You have no time to be thinking about anyone else. Yet he still lingered in his mind like a shadow that crept behind your every move. Haunting. Why him? Why a frickin' male? No. It can't be. Light would not accept it. He hated everything about him. He hated his dark stupid eye bags and the pro-diabetes diet. He wanted to erase their. . . 'encounters' from his brain forever. He hated it and him and himself for allowing this to happen. He should have taken more control. That sounded awfully sensual. Christ, Light- How come you never get these thoughts around your own girlfriend?

What's wrong with you?

What was that burning feeling he got whenever Mikami was around L. . . ?

Jealousy?

. . . bullshit. That can't be. What is there to be envious about? Nothing at all! This makes no sense at all. Nothing does anymore.

"Fuck it all."

Might as well accept the fact that his life is spiraling in the wrong direction.

"Be more specific. Time, place?"

"Fuck you."

"Gladly," he smirked, grabbing to add another sugar cube to his highly toxic sugar drink.

"Ah, I thought Mikami was a fuckboy."

"Perhaps."

"I just can't even deal with this anymore," Light exhaled heavily, letting his eyes shut.

"That is the effect of denial."

"Shut up."

A/N: SORRY SUMANAI

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