I am sorry for the ridiculously long wait. I forgot to turn in something for English and got kicked off the computer and phone for a month. That was a sad month. I passed Chemistry with a 73%. Thank you grade curve! I got my ears pierced for the 5th and 6th time over winter break. Their names are Blair and Garrett. So that would make Blair, Paul, Karl, Luis, Garrett, and Sebastian. YES, I name my piercings. There is nothing wrong with that. So anyway, I dedicate this installment to SlightlyPsycho. Until a week ago she hadn't updated her story for 10 months. I actually thought that she died. I'd almost rather that than abandon the readers. (Not really) She came back with 5 new chapters. I being a crazy person started hyperventilating. It was awesome. I eventually recovered, so good news there. Anyhow, enjoy.

After I fixed my hair the day went smoothly. Whilst working that day I often recalled our conversation on Monday. Some parts more than others. And that stuff yesterday... Strangely he is the only one I feel semi comfortable sharing that information with, ...let alone a bed. Maybe it's some genius thing. I wish I could actually repel stupidity. Misa wouldn't be able to get within a fifteen foot radius of me. I should put that on my 'things to do list'. Invent stupidity repellent.

The day went by quickly. Time flies by when you're thinking about how to repel the stupid. So before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of the bedroom. Ryuzaki was sitting on the couch with the TV on mute, staring at me like I had three heads.

"What?"

"You've been standing there silently for exactly four minutes and thirty seven seconds. What are you thinking about?"

"Inventing a stupidity repellent," I replied without thinking.

"Well let me know how that goes."

"Definitely. Where do you think I would get the funding," I joked, coming to sit beside him. "So is there anything new on the Kira case?"

"You've been out of it longer than just these past few minutes haven't you? That is very unlike you. Up seven percent; you could be plotting against me," he deadpanned.

"Up seven percent just because I was thinking, Ryuzaki? That's ludicrous!"

"That's life," he affirmed.

"That's my life, you mean."

"If you prefer. Not many people have the potential to be Kira."

"I. Am. Not. Kira. Ryuzaki."

"Do you have any proof to that statement?"

"Do you have any proof against it?" I retorted.

"Touché."

He aggravates me. Him and his bipolar panda face.

"So was that all you thought about today?"

"No. Monday's conversation came up a few times."

"Before, after, or in between thinking of ways to keep Miss Amane away?"

I pretended not to hear him and just continued. "And it made me realize that we loosely assume the title of 'friends' without even knowing much about each other."

"I know plenty about you," he retorted.

"I don't think you do."

"Light Yagami. Birthday- February twenty eighth. Blood type A. Height- Five foot eight. Weight- one hundred nineteen pounds, but you've been eating a considerable amount lately so maybe about one hundred twenty four."

"I get it. You've done your research. But that doesn't even count for half of it. Wait! Did you just call me fat?"

"If you ask for more, I can give you more. I was just keeping to the basics. And no, I did not call you fat. I was merely suggesting that you have been eating like a porker lately."

"I am appalled by your lack of tact."

"I don't care," he panned.

I glared at him. "So anyway. I don't know a lot about yo-"

"Forget it. I'm not telling you my name."

"That's not what I was about to say! Let me finish." I paused.

"So?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Shut up! I was saying that I don't know a whole lot about you. And then I remembered that you said you wanted to go skydiving."

"Yes. That is a goal of mine before I die. So if you would refrain from killing me until such a time has come, that would be nice."

"I'm not Kira," I said blandly.

"Then what was the point of this conversation?"

"If I got to know you more, there is a small chance we wouldn't get on each other's nerves as much."

"Very small. Smaller since if I share anything with you it will not be worth anything. And as a second point, I believe that I also stated that my goals are personal."

"Yeah, but I've told you things that I've never told anyone else before."

"That was your choice. Maybe I don't feel comfortable with sharing my feelings with you."

Oh give me a break. I scooted closer to him on the couch.

He looked at me suspiciously.

I'm not buying this crap. I'll get something out of you. I have ways of getting what I want. Tens of women have succumbed to my charm. Why should you be any different? I'll just have to change tactics and amp it up. How hard could it be? I already have nice hair.

I leaned toward him."Why don't you feel comfortable around me?"

"For one, you are creeping me out right now. And that's very hard to do," he affirmed.

"Be serious."

"I'm dead serious, Light-kun."

"Then just tell me something- anything about yourself, then I'll stop." I looked up at him with wide eyes. I don't even know what I expect to hear.

"Light-kun," he said sternly.

I continued to look at him.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "If you want to go that route, then two can play at this game."

With a little too much force he pushed me over onto my back.

"Wha-what are you doing." The accusation was evident in my voice.

"Do you like your personal space, Light-kun," he inquired, topping the lower half on my body.

"Ryuzaki!" We do not need a repeat of Friday, and I don't want to know how far he is he willing to take this to shut me up.

He pinned my arms down and brought his lips to my ear. "I thought that you'd be enjoying this more. You do seem to disregard my personal space quite often."

"What? How can you even suggest that I would enjoy this?"

He shrugged and poked the side of my neck with his tongue.

My face flushed red and I gasped as he traced circles on my neck. I could hear the sounds of his tongue against my flesh. As if feeling it weren't enough. I tried my damndest to pull away from him.

"Ryuzaki, this is taking it a little far, don't you think?" My voice was flooding with panic.

"No. You're trying to get in my business, so I'm going to get in yours."

"Well excuse me for being a little curious."

"Then why don't you put your curiosity into this?"

Was he trying his hand at flirting? He sounds so serious. Am I even hearing this right? There is no way. "Stop this! You're being crazy!"

"I am being responsive. You were instigating this sort of behavior. I am merely acting in response."

"Like hell you are! You're just getting even."

"You may call it whatever you want, it's not going to change a thing." He unfastened the first button on my shirt.

"Ryuzaki! You can't be serious!" I tried to squirm away.

"That's not going to help. But maybe if you said that you wouldn't pry into my life, I might find it in my heart not to pry inside your clothes."

"Yes, yes! I'll stop! Just GET OFF!"

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes!"

"As you wish, Light-kun."

The moment his weight was extracted from my body I scrambled to the other side of the couch. "Why do you always have to go and do something like that? I was a little out of hand, but that's no excuse. You might not respect my body, but I do. You can't just go and do something like that."

"I apologize, Light-kun."

"Do you even mean it? Did you mean it last time either? Those aren't words you can just throw around. Being L doesn't entitle you to my body in any way, shape, or form. I'm not here for your amusement. Or anything else for that matter. You're just a normal person. That's one thing you still have to learn."

"Do you mean that? About me being a normal person?"

"That's what you look like to me."

"Thank you."

He has gone crazy...

"I'm not usually referred to as 'normal'. It's refreshing."

"Is that all you heard? You have no claim over me!"

"I am aware of that."

"Then don't act as if you do."

He sighed. "Alright, Light-kun. Whatever you say."

I glared at him. It didn't sound like he meant it. He never takes me seriously. I slumped down on the couch and watched the muted TV screen.

Ryuzaki's POV

The only noise in the work room was the clicking of fingers on the keys.

Light-kun had returned to the work room with noticeable disdain and no one had the guts to ask him why. Even Matsuda, with his frequent outbursts, had learned that when Light-kun wore this certain expression, was not to bother him. So there was silence.

The events of the previous hour were replaying themselves in my head. And with them I came to a conclusion. Light-kun needed to blow off some steam.

So that means... tennis. Light-kun likes tennis.

"Light-kun, we're going out. Get ready."

"Excuse me?" He turned to look at me, as did the rest of the task force. I had broken the silence.

"You need a break, therefore we are leaving. Watari, fetch me some rackets. And we will be requiring a ride."

"Alright. Allow me five minutes and I'll bring the car 'round," replied the elderly man.

"Let's go, Light-kun." I pulled him along behind me.

"Where are we going?"

Honestly. Did he not hear me say rackets? "You're smart. Figure it out."

In the essence of killing time I elected to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

"I want you to tell me where we're going."

"Don't you trust me, Light-kun?"

"Frankly, no."

"Ye of so little faith. To make you feel better, how about I unchain you?"

"Yeah, that's me. And yes, give me my freedom!" I unlocked his chain.

He rubbed his wrist. "Now tell me where we're going."

"Not a chance."

"Then maybe I won't go." He crossed his arms.

"I will push you down the stairs."

"And you wonder why I don't trust you."

"Just keep walking," I told him.

His eyes narrowed, but he kept walking.

We were reaching the end of the stair case. "So you really won't tell me where we're goiinaahh!" He tripped on the last two steps.

I've never been so disappointed in you... "That was just about the saddest thing I've ever seen."

"Shut up!" He attempted to stand but winced and was on the ground again.

I didn't expect him to actually be hurt. "Do you need help getting up?"

"No, I'm fine," he insisted.

I bent down and snatched him by the ankle.

"What the..?" he gasped.

I moved his ankle from side to side.

He winced again. "Ow. What are you doing?"

"You twisted your ankle."

He grimaced. "Great."

"I guess we aren't going out now."

"Well that's brilliant. I twisted my ankle for nothing."

I took my phone out of my pocket and called Watari. "We won't be needing a ride any longer. Light-kun has twisted his ankle… No, it's fine, I can take care of it... Yes, he probably will put up a struggle… I am positive that I can handle him… Alright. Bye."

I directed my attention to Light-kun. "No matter how opposed to this you will be, I'm still carrying you."

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" He tried to get away.

"No, but I said that so that what I'm really doing won't seem half as bad."

"What are you going to do?"

"Put your arm around my neck."

He just looked at me.

"I could carry you," I offered.

"No, no, this is fine."

We stood up and I put my arm around his waist.

He flinched and blushed.

"You have too much pride, Light-kun. What's going to happen when you're the uke?" I really just said that to gauge his reaction. It was worth it.

"No way will I take it from another guy."

"You'd be surprised what you're willing to do," I told him. Not that I knew from experience, but it was a fair guess.

He blushed again. "How can you talk so normally about this?"

"I can because I am a mature adult and I'm not ruled by my hormones. I don't really care about such things," I explained.

"So molesting me is just normal for you?"

"I wouldn't say normal, but you need to learn to behave."

"I do behave."

"Only in front of more parental figures. When we're alone you can be quite prissy."

"Well sorry if you don't approve of my attitude," he said, giving me a dose of his 'Light-kun attitude'.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"And this makes you feel like molesting me?" he asked, one eye brow raised.

"If it gets you to shut up. And it does."

"...Child molester."

"One: You are hardly a child. Two: You enjoy every moment of it. I'm beginning to think you do such things just to get me on top of you."

"N-not even!" His face flushed.

"Why Light-kun, did I hit a sore spot?" I mused.

He pushed himself away from me.

"You won't get very far with that ankle of yours," I reminded him.

Instead of walking away though, he turned around and punched me square in the jaw. I fell back a few stairs into the floor landing.

"Bastard." He continued up the stairs without me.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking about the pain in my jaw. That was too far. I need to apologize. This time I'll actually mean it.

I walked back up to the room. When I stepped inside to room he was sitting on the bed.

"Light-kun-"

"I'm sick of this shit I'm put through every day! I'm not your toy! Didn't you stop and think for a minute that I don't like being... being treated that way by someone that doesn't give a shit about me? You use my 'behavior' as an excuse to get on top of me. Maybe you should be the one coming out of the closet!"

I was going to speak, but his rant continued. "There was only one time when I was mildly happy with the way you treated me, but that's over."

He's right; he's not made of stone. And I am just using him as an excuse. But he's wrong on one account. I do care about him. Things can't continue like this. I have to decide where I stand.

I stood there for a moment debating on what I should say. For once, I couldn't think of anything.

"Don't just stand there," he said angrily.

Without a second thought I pulled him into me and wrapped my arms around him.

He blushed, but didn't return the motion. "Ryuzaki," he growled irritably.

"Never say that I don't care about you." I had nothing left to say because there simply wasn't anything to say. I gently pressed my lips to his.

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