Light's POV

Ryuzaki is a sick fuck. How dare he put me through that. I should report him to the police for molestation of a minor just to piss him off. I smirked at this idea. It would work. Not only that, it would make me happy. He probably wouldn't go to jail though. He'd pull some 'I'm a very important figure in the world of 'L' crap and be set free.

I didn't recall standing up, let alone pacing on the bathroom floor, but now somehow I'm on my feet doing just that. I think nothing more of it and exit the bathroom. I'm still dangerously pissed.

I walk out into the room and Ryuzaki is sitting in the middle of the bed surrounded by sweets. My eye twitched. Is this phase two of the 'Today I'm going to make Light-kun want to kill me so that I can call him Kira' plan?

"Light-kun, you've finally emerged. I want to make it up to you," he said cheerfully. He tilted his head in the way the children do when they try to look cute.

"Yeah, how? Because I don't see that happening in the near future." Wait, can he even do cheery?

"Light-kun can help himself to any sweet on this bed." There were cheese and other various types of cakes, brownies with whipped cream, chocolate covered strawberries, multicolored cups of Jell-o, and other random pieces of candy spread out all over the bed.

The twitching of my eye continued. "I don't like sweets," I reminded him. If this is how he wants to make it up to me, he didn't think very hard.

Now I was at the edge of the bed. How does that keep happening? Is my anger messing with my memory? I wouldn't put it outside the realm of possibility.

He crawled on the bed toward me and looked up into my eyes. The look wasn't right. His eyes were too wide with the sole, happy intention of making me forgive him.

He is really creeping me out.

His head remained tilted to the side. "But Light-kun, I got it all for you. Why don't you like it?" He seemed genuinely hurt.

"One: I don't like sweets. Two: I don't like you. Three: You are giving me sweets. One plus two equals three. For a genius, you aren't very smart," I admonished.

"That wasn't very nice, Light-kun."

Did he really expect anything else? But the look on his face said that he did. "It was nice in comparison," I stated.

"In comparison to what?"

"Strangling you and hauling your limp body out a window."

He was silent for a moment. "You are not in a friendly mood today, Light-kun," he concluded.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "You're right! And do you know why? Do you have any idea what you put me through tonight!? In what world is what you did acceptable?"

"I'm sorry…?"

"Sorry does not make this kind of thing go away," I hissed. My hands were trembling.

"Then what will? Say the word and you can have it."

I pulled my fist back and let it snap back in his face. There was a deep thudding that went with the impact to his cheek bone. "I don't need your bullshit sincerity! How could you just assume that some material object could make what happened any less frustrating and confusing? Or is it just to make you feel better? I won't be bought, Ryuzaki."

"You're right. I really am sorry though, Light-kun. And if hitting me will make you feel better then I urge you to do so."

"You don't get it! You don't understand! Can't you at least try to see this from my perspective?"

He sighed and then smiled. "I don't feel like it."

"What the fuck is wrong with you," I growled.

"It is not I that has the problem," he said cryptically.

Now I was sitting on the bed beside him; my hands weren't at his throat and the sweets were gone. Damnit! Stop that! What the hell is going on?

He shifted until our knees were touching then rose to cup my face in his hands. I hate to admit it, but his gentle touch made me blush despite my anger.

"That's what I like to see," he whispered.

I broke eye contact.

"No you don't, Light-kun. Look me in the eyes."

What the hell? I looked at him sheepishly.

"That's better."

"What are you doing?" It was a legitimate question. I looked for something to beat him upside the head with if the situation called for it.

"Just relax," he whispered. He removed his left hand and moved the right one to the back of my neck.

I blushed deeper.

He slowly brought his lips to the hollow of my neck and kissed me.

"...Ryuzaki," I gasped. This was further confusing me. I just wanted to hit him again. I felt like that would solve this problem.

"Yes, Light-kun?" He said into my neck.

I could feel the warmth of his lips moving against my neck. It wasn't hostile, but soft and pleasant. It was inviting. Never the less, my rage from earlier was replaced.

I had a fistful of his shirt in my palms. At least that wasn't miraculously gone.

"You really are cute some times, Light-kun," he said as his eyes bored into mine. He had an oddly pleased look on his face.

He stroked my hair and I looked away. This was not where I wanted this conversation to go.

He sighed. "Light-kun. You cannot escape the truth."

"Truth?"

"Yes. The truth." Now he sounded like his serious self again.

"And what is the truth exactly?" He was irritating me now. I was not in the mood to play games.

He smirked and leaned over, kissing the center of my throat. After, he pulled me to his chest. "You shouldn't need to ask to figure it out." Now he was just flat out confusing me with his mood swings.

He pulled me closer. I let my head rest on his chest.

"Yes. Now you're getting it." He continued to stroke my hair.

I closed my eyes. "...Hmmm...L..."

"It's easier than you thought. Just let go of your pride and accept what it is that you want."

I did. And everything faded.

Yep, It was a short... very short chapter. But hey, you got one. Reviews will make me feel better in the current situation. They are greatly appreciated.