I'm finally getting around to typing. I don't really have much to say this time. While I was writing this chapter I was in health class. My teacher thought that I was diligently working. XD Haha, shows what he knows. I dedicate this chapter to my friend Anthony. He did me an epic favor and now I'm so super happy I could kick down a door! By the time he reads this, I don't think he'll remember what it was though. XD

As of now it was about seven thirty and the taskforce, including Ryuzaki and I were eating diner. Ryuzaki got his strawberry cheesecake and I got normal people food.

"Ryuzaki, I feel bad for your brain cells," I told him.

"Why is that, Light-kun?"

"You are depriving them of any actual nutrition. You're on a constant sugar buzz. It can't be healthy."

"Why don't you criticize my sitting position while you're at it," he deadpanned.

"Don't even get me started." There were so many things about him that bothered me. All of them little, but eventually they piled up.

"Light-kun, must you always be such a drama bitch?"

"Excuse me?" Where on this good green earth did you even pick up that phrase?

"You are excused," he said in a teasing like fashion.

My eyes narrowed. "Would you care to explain?"

"Of course. If I could suggest somewhere more private... "

He had been at this all day- trying to get a rise out of me so that he could get me alone. Apparently what he had to say couldn't wait until we retired for the evening."Fine," I agreed coldly. I'd had enough of his BS for the day. "Where would the all knowing Ryuzaki like to go?"

"May I suggest the roof?"

I didn't even bother to look up from my food. We weren't going to get that far. "Lead the way."

"This may not be the time to duke it out you two; we have things that we need to get done. And you're not getting out of it. So sit down and finish eating," Aizawa firmly pointed out.

Ryuzaki sighed. "If you say so, Aizawa-san." And just like that, he dropped it. Again. It's only a matter of time before he starts to insult my mother. That- I won't be able to ignore so easily.

The rest of the evening was indeed much of the same. Every twenty minutes or so, Ryuzaki would say something to try to elicit a reaction from me, I would give a half hearted reaction and the task force members would take a break from staring blankly at their computer screens to reel us in.

"Light-kun, how do you get a one hundred and twelve percent in English class?"

I answered him in said language, "I'm excellent at it. I'm excellent at everything."

He also spoke in English. "You have a big head."

I grinned slyly. He set himself up for this one. "Two of them actually."

"Well you couldn't possibly be talking about the one in your pants."

I was appalled and regrettably took the bait. "How could you even argue with that unless you were checking me out in the shower?"

The rest of the task force watched quietly as we argued in English. At least I had the comfort of knowing they couldn't understand us.

"Oh, please, Light-kun. I was not the one doing the checking out. You were turned toward me for so long it was hard not to catch a glimpse."

A mad blush crept across my face. "I-I was not staring."

"Fine. Then gazing in awe," he contended.

"I-I was-"

"Face it Light-kun, you let your hormones rule you. No wonder you always kept to yourself. You practically got a hard on at the sight of me."

This was horrifying. It was hard enough to contend with finding his mind attractive. I felt betrayed that my body would find him attractive as well. The last thing I needed was for him to point it out and make this real. "We need to take this conversation somewhere else," I demanded. Maybe he'll finally get to the point he's be dancing around all day.

"They," Ryuzaki gestured to the task force, "can't understand us any way."

"I still don't-"

"Alright," he said, giving in. "Then why don't we continue this conversation where the previous one should have taken place; on the roof?"

Why is he so serious about the roof? "Fine by me."

We got up to leave. Ryuzaki, assuming Japanese once again said, "Don't worry about us. We're just going up to the roof to work out our differences."

As we reached the door Matsuda shouted, "Don't leave too much blood up there! You'll attract big birds!"

We exited the work room and walked down the long hallway, took the elevator up and ended up in front of a door. But it wasn't the one to the roof.

"Ryuzaki, this isn't the roof."

"I am well aware of that Light-kun."

"Then why are we in front of the bedroom?"

"Because I suspect Matsuda to listen in on our conversation. If the first part was in English, then he's at least smart enough to know that we don't want him to hear it," he reasoned.

"Good point," I groaned.

"Of course it is."

He carded the door open and we stepped inside, then he relocked it. For some reason the locking noise sounded amplified. It made me nervous.

"So what now? What have you been wanting to say to me all day?" I asked, getting right to the point.

"Why don't I start where we left off? About you getti-"

"For the record, I didn't." Why did he want to talk about that? I'd be happier pretending it didn't happen.

"Hmm. I find that hard to believe. Especially after falling on me."

"It wasn't my fault I fell on you. You tried to catch me. You should have just let me fall," I hissed. What is he trying to get at? He's already ascertained my sexuality. What more is there to pry from me?

He stared at me for a moment. "You would have rather cracked your skull open than fall onto my bare lap?"

I blushed and broke eye contact. I thought about how warm he was. "Well... Yes! Yes I would!" Then we wouldn't be having this humiliating conversation.

"Maybe you did hit your head," he mused.

I glared at him. "Like a simple bump on the head could lesser my thinking ability."

"Why would you rather crack your head open than to fall on me?"

I blushed harder and then it hit me. He somehow knows. He's trying to humiliate me by getting me to confess that I'm attracted to him! Why would I admit it to him if I don't even want to admit it to myself? I can't give in to these confusing things that I'm feeling, whatever those feelings are.

I walked over toward the window and away from him. "Why should I tell you anything? All you do is twist my words and throw them back in my face."

I heard him take a couple steps in my direction. "You've obviously got something that you need to say. You've nearly ignored me and been entirely non-confrontational all day.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"It can't be nothing. If it's been enough to make you fidget all day and to affect you personality then it is something in the forefront of your mind. You weren't this distracted when I was accusing you of being Kira," reasoned.

"I said it was nothing, Ryuzaki!" I turned back to walk out the door, but even if I wasn't wearing handcuffs, he caught my wrist before I could take another step. That simple yet complex gesture did it. I looked at him over my shoulder and saw a shred of actual concern.

Never in all my life, save my infanthood, had I ever cried in front of another human being and I wasn't going to start now. I did what I was best at and constructed the finest mask I was able to muster. The fact that I needed to at all was disconcerting. This guy, what makes him so different that he can do this to me? This ill-behaved, childish, eccentric, detective! Why does he look at me with those eyes? What is he thinking? Why is his stare so deep with wonder? Why?

"You can tell me, Light-kun. It may help."

Something in the back of my brain, maybe a blood vessel, popped. Under my seething exterior there was a deadly calm.

"Light-k-"

"Tell me how it would help the situation for you to know that I'm attracted to you," I requested monotonously.

He didn't seem speechless exactly, just a little surprised. I guess if I were him that would be the last thing I'd expect out of my mouth. I myself was worn out. I wanted nothing more than for this day to just be over. This is what he does to me.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into him.

Since when does he do hugs? Every cell in my body was telling me that this wasn't right, but my common sense was all used up. I'd just come out with what I'd be bottling up, refusing to acknowledge. I wanted to give in, just let things fall where they may, but in the back of my mind I was being told to resist. Mind over body; to stay calm and locked away, but I was tired and done. For the time being I completely gave myself over to the feelings that I had been hiding ever since my childhood. For too long I had blocked off my need for affection. It was coming to the surface now. And because of the lengthy wait, it hit me and probably him like a speeding semi on an icy road.

I wrapped my arms around him and gave in. "Thank you."

"...You are welcome, Light-kun. Can I assume that you feel better now?"

Now sitting on the bed, I rested my head against his shoulder.

Ryuzaki's POV

"Thank you."

I was momentarily speechless. It's not every day that you see him act like this. "...You are welcome Light-kun. Can I assume that you feel better now," I inquired.

For a point of comfort, I sat on the bed. Light-kun came with me. H then proceeded to bury his face in my shoulder.

I stiffened. Yes, I had initiated the hug, but that was nary permission to further the of complaining at the risk of putting Light-kun back in his bad mood, I put my hand on his head and stroked his hair. Yes, this will do nicely.

"There is no need to cry, Light-kun."

"I'm not crying," he insisted.

I did not actually believe him to be crying, but the situation may have gotten tense had I not taken the liberty to tease him a bit. It was better to keep him light hearted.

We sat there in silence for some time before falling asleep on the bed.

I awoke to light. Yes, the person, but also the sun. My arms were wrapped around the warm body of the seventeen year old- a fact which I chose to ignore- and his hair was in my face. Yes, he was very warm, and I fixated on this. It was my selfish desire that he kept me warm until I was forced to move.

For the time being, my face remained in his hair. "Light-kun."

Nothing.

"Light-kun."

A muffled reply came from deep within my chest. "Mmmmmnnn..." He tightened his grip on my shirt and buried his face deeper in my chest.

Very, very warm... Then something occurred to me. Why is this happening? Why am I allowing it to happen? I recalled last night. We had made a connection. At least I thought so. That's why I'm ok with this...

I heard a growling noise come from a stomach area that was not my own. Do you have to be awake for that to happen?

Light's POV

"Light-kun?"

"Mmmmmnnn..." Someone is talking to me.

I opened my eyes. There was white all around me. Ryuzaki. So warm... I tightened my grip on his shirt and tried to get closer to him.

How is it possible for a person to be this soft and warm? It's not like I actually tested these things. I mean Misa hugged me all the time. But that usually involved running, jumping, and slamming herself into me at full speed. It was just unpleasant.

My stomach growled. No, I don't want to move! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"Light-kun, are you awake?"

"...No..." Why did I even reply to him?

He nudged me in the leg. "Don't lie to me."

"Then I will go back to sleep."

He brought his fingers to my face and brushed my hair away.

"Can I help you," I replied indignantly.

"I like it better when I can see your eyes," he said, "It's easier to tell when you are lying."

"Well sorry if I don't always tell the truth."

"You hardly ever tell the truth."

"Sometimes it's better that way," I confessed.

"How so?"

"If my father were to find out about me... I don't know what would happen. You're the only one I've told."

"Light-kun has an out of place trust in me. Why?"

I blushed a little. "I've already told you my worst secret. In comparison, everything else seems so small."

He rested his forehead against mine. "You are not a horrible person for being homosexual, Light-kun."

"Maybe not for that, but..."

"Is Light-kun confessing to being Kira?"

"Why does it always come back to that?" I asked him, raising my voice.

"I'm sorry, Light-kun."

"Now you're the one who's apologizing." I decided to bend the limits. "What would life be like if Kira didn't exist?"

"The world would be a much different place. But I'm grateful to him… To an extent."

I did not just hear him say that. He of all people, grateful to Kira?

"If not for him, I would never have met you. And you never cease to make things interesting."

"Don't you think we would have met eventually?"

"I don't know. It would have been better though to meet under different circumstances."

"Things wouldn't have been so complicated." A thought struck me and I had to ask. Curiosity got the best of me. "If we had met under different circumstances and I worked as second under you or even as your equal, would you have ever told me your name?"

He was silent for a moment. "I do trust you. To an extent. As for telling you my name... I wouldn't hold your breath."

Our faces were so close now.

"What if I could prove to you that I'm not Kira one day?"

"We'll see Light-kun. Baby steps."

It's strange being entangled with the person you trust the most, when you should trust them the least. An older man, whose real name I don't even know. I had an innate desire to know his name, but not for the reason of killing him.

There was an interruption to the silence. This time it was his stomach. It reminded me of my own hunger.

"Maybe we should eat something now," I suggested while sitting up.

He did the same and started chuckling at me. "Light-kun has bed head."

I blushed a bright shade of pink. "You're one to talk!"

"You didn't look this way yesterday. You were a bit clingy last night."

As I spoke each word my face got redder. "You were... really warm," I justified.

He continued to chuckle as he ordered breakfast.

The promise of eggs left my mouth watering.

I'm getting a 74% in Chemistry! Happy days!