My muse found me while writing this chapter. It was like an epiphany. BAM! Then I started giggling like a crazy fan girl on crack. XD I wrote (yes, write. I write all of my stories before I type them) this story so fast, there's carpal tunnel in my near future. I was in so much pain. And I did it all for you. I hope you're happy... Cuz I sure am. :D
If it's not obvious by now, Light does not know that he is Kira. Just thought that I should put that out there.

The rest of the week passed in a similar fashion to the first day. Shitty.

On Tuesday, somehow Ryuzaki's team beat mine in basketball during gym class. While I knew that he was physically fit (somehow), I had no idea that he even knew how to play basketball. Or any spot for that matter. It was always evident that he valued the mind over the body. However, it was making an incorrect assumption that I was most agitated about. The loss could be attributed to my teammates.
That afternoon he answered two more questions than me in calculus. And four in honors Physics. I think I was letting myself slack. There should be no reason I can't flaunt my abilities to their maximum potential. I would even teach the class if the opportunity were offered.

During Art class on Wednesday I was chosen to be the live model. The vote was unanimous, for obvious reasons. I was loathe to say it, but Ryuzaki captured my likeness so well that Kira himself would commission him for a sculpture; however seriously ironic and messed up that would be.

We were still playing basketball on Thursday. He seemed more inclined to trip me up rather than play the game however; vying for humiliation points instead of actual points. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to suffer through watching him as he ate a steaming pile of pancakes for lunch. If you could even call it a lunch- there was more syrup than pancakes. And whipped cream! He put whipped cream on it too! Where on earth would he even get the idea that his so called 'meal' needed even more sugar?

So now it was Friday; the last school day before the weekend. Then it would start all over. Maybe next week would be even worse than this one. This week could have just been a warm up for what's to come. What would people think if I dropped out of school two weeks before I graduate? Any person would be crazy to do that. If I did that, people would just assume that the world was going to end and I was getting a head start to the farthest corner of the planet.

When I exited the building it was just my luck that it would be raining relentlessly. I counted the small blessing of having my umbrella. Sighing tediously, I left the building.

I had left early, hoping to get to school before the rain had gotten so bad. Ryuzaki had the same idea and it was even better that he had left at least twenty minutes before I did. This late in the week I could really use the peace his absence brought. My tolerance level wasn't as resolute in the mornings as it could be. Then something occurred to me. He could be conspiring against me… This was the semi rationalthought that followed me to school.

When I got to school it was nearly empty. I could even hear my footsteps echo. This was common on days with rain. Most would wait until the weather let up to walk or they would get a ride closer to the start of classes. Not to mention that I typically arrived early anyway. I decided to enjoy this time of peace. They were getting fewer and father between.

I walked down the empty halls to my locker. When I got there, Ryuzaki was already sitting under it. As I walked closer I noticed that he was soaking wet.

"What happened? How'd you get so wet?" I knelt beside him.

"I decided to walk today. I thought that if I left early enough, I could beat the rain," he explained. "My calculations were incorrect."

I sighed. "Come with me." He followed me as I walked to the bathroom. The school seems so different when it's empty. It's so strange to be in an area plagued by silence where it's usually so loud and busy.

We entered the bathroom when I turned to him and said, "Alright, take your clothes off and ring them out in the sink."

"...All of them?" The look on his face was priceless, like I was about to steal his innocence.

"No, leave your underwear on," I hissed. "You are wearing underwear, right?"

"Of course I am. Going commando is not a hobby of mine."

"Good. I'll be right back." I left hastily before the conversation could venture into weird territory.

Ryuzaki's POV

I was questioning his motives. Common sense told me that he was going to retrieve towels, but this was Light-kun. There could be more or less to this than what I am seeing. Against my better judgment, I took my clothes off. I brought them to the sink and started to ring them out. The denim in my hands was colder than I expected. It really soaks up water. What an inconvenience.

I glanced into the mirror. My reflection... I'm pale, skinny...too skinny... I can see my ribs. I gently ran my fingers overthe protruding bones. I could never place how this state of being was possible for me. I knew the kinds of food that I put into my body, but not how it could equate to my wiry form. I look almost disproportionate...I can't be the only one to think so. Watari had long since given up on my consent to eat healthy. He'd resorted to sneaking fruit into my diet in any way he could. It's only for his peace of mind that I pretend not to notice.

I don't care that my clothes are wet; I just want to put them back on. I want to ignore what I've been doing to my body for the sake of my work. Instead of doing so however, I sank to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. For the sake of my work… I don't need to lie to myself.

Light's POV

I walked back into the bathroom, my arms full of towels. I came in to an empty room. Where is... I saw him sitting on the floor in between two sinks. Probably not the best place in a public high school to be sitting. "Ryuzaki, what you doing on the floor?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Light-kun? I am sitting down."

"Well if you don't dry off, you're going to catch a cold and I will feel no sympathy for you," I said kneeling down in front of him. And I'd probably be named the cause of it too. I paused before saying, "Scoot forward."

"Why?" His gaze held mistrust.

"I'll dry your back and you'll dry your front," I explained.

He did as he was told. I was now against the wall and he was, yes, in between my knees. I took my towel and covered his head, then rubbed gently to dry his hair.

"Light-kun-"

"Yes, I know what position we're in. You don't have to remind me."

The room was quiet for a minute before he spoke again. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

"Uh... you're welcome." I've never heard him thank someone, excluding Watari, without using a sarcastic tone of voice before.

In about four minutes he was adequately dry. I stood up to get him his clothes.

"So your clothes..." I picked them up. "...are still wet. Didn't you ring these out?"

"I got lost in thought," he said, standing up.

As he did, I found myself staring. Staring at his perfectly toned, pale body. Yeah, he was sort of scrawny, but that just made the muscles he did have more distinct. His boxers were low enough that I could see his V. Just a little lower and...NO! What am I thinking? This is wrong. Completely wrong!

"Light-kun?" he asked, breaking me out of my daze.

"Yes, Ryuzaki?" Oh, shit! Did he catch me staring? It would be just my luck.

"Would you care to explain why you were staring at me just now?"

"I wasn't staring. I was just thinking of the best way to get some actual food inside of you." It was a good cover, but the color flooding my face may have been a giveaway.

"Hmm, right. Give me my pants. I'll dry them."

"Oh, sure." Not wanting to be in possession of his pants any longer, I promptly handed them to him.

Ryuzaki's POV

I took my pants from him. He's now up to eighty percent.

Twenty minutes of awkward silence later, my clothes were relatively dry and back on my body and my self consciousness was under control. People seeing me without my clothes on made my list of top ten things I detest. Light-kun seeing me without my clothes made my top five.

I could only hope this would be the only snag of the day.

The lunch bell rang and I was called to before I could follow Light-kun out of the room.

"Ryuzaki!" Keiton ran over to me.

"Hello," I replied to his afternoon sunshininess.

"How've you been? I was absent yesterday so I didn't get to see you."

"Not much different than any other day this week," I replied.

"That's good. Well I was thinking about what you said on Monday."

"What exactly did I say on Monday?" I didn't hang on every word I ever said to him.

"About you being gay."

"Yeah, what abou- Keiton, I'm not gay." It was best to correct this now.

"Wait. Then what were we talking about?"

"I assumed we were talking about Light-kun." He probably won't be too happy about me sharing my theory with Keiton, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

"I thought we were talking about you," he admitted.

There was an awkward silence.

"I feel just a little bit stupid." I never thought I would have to say that, but I should have been clearer in the beginning. It wasn't his fault he couldn't keep up with me.

"I do too," he admitted. "Never mind what I was going to say. Wait, Light's gay?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."

"Well when you find out, let me know. That'll be an awesome bit of gossip! I've gotta go take a test that I missed yesterday. See-ya!" He ran off in some direction.

To blatantly admit that Light-kun's sexuality was to be made gossip made me positive that I wasn't saying anything to him. As L, I'd had people speculate and spread rumors about me in an attempt to tarnish my reputation. I wouldn't deliberately do that to him without a purpose.

With that decided, I knew it was time to eat. Despite the rain in the hours past, the first place I went to look for him was under the tree he happened to like so much.