Oh goodie! Another chapter. First off I'll dedicate this chapter to Ryan Dunn. He died on June 20, 2011 at 3:30 am. Car crash. I found out twelve hours afterward. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. It hurts because I grew up watching Viva La Bam. And now one of the CKY is dead. It sucks.
R.I.P. Ryan Dunn. We love you, man.
Secondly, I have recently viewed my stories on this website. I was highly disappointed in myself to find that most of the entire story is just dialogue. DX After this chapter I hope to correct that. So I will be reposting the improved chapters. The content will not change, but there will be more in between action activity.
Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy playing Angry Birds online. XD So without further ado, here is your new chapter.

Walking to school on Monday was nerve racking. Ryuzaki now knows that I'm gay. Will other people just be able to tell? How would that be possible? Girls are always saying things about a so called 'gaydar'. What does that even mean? There were reasons that I hid what I was for so long; one of them being that I wouldn't have to ask these questions.

Apparently I had started fidgeting enough that Ryuzaki had to point it out and say something. "Relax, Light-kun. You look like you're guilty of having just robbed a bank."

He wasn't helping. "As dumb as this sounds, is there any way a person could tell if I was gay or not?"

He looked at me blankly. "Well if you were to suddenly start making out with me in the hallway they might suspect something. Otherwise, there is no physical way to simply tell if someone is homosexual."

"What about gaydar?" Any bit of information could be of use to me at this point.

He sighed. "It is a myth. You cannot tell someone is gay just by looking at them. There are what you would call homosexual tendencies that fuel stereotypes of what a gay man might look like, but there is no way to tell for sure. So relax."

"Do I comply to homosexual tendencies?" I inquired.

"Only if you think hard enough about it."

"What's that supposed to mean?! Either I do or I don't!" This isn't making me feel any better. "And how do you know for sure anyway?"

"Well taking the stereotypes into consideration, for starters you don't see hair that nice on supermodels. It's perfectly shiny with not a single tangle or strand of grease. To make sure of this, you have a minimum number of hours you will be sure to sleep. I wouldn't have thought it humanly possible to have hair that soft without some sort of genetic altercation. Which I know you've never had. As for how I know of such things as 'gaydar', I came upon that term during my research before entering your school. You didn't think I would go in completely blind did you? Although the various blog sites weren't much help…"

It was slightly humorous to think that he had stumbled upon blogging websites where people just throw their personal business around like it's nothing. Even I wanted nothing to do with those sorts of things. My mind then traveled to what he had said before his small internet tangent. "Can't a guy have beautiful hair?"

"My second point: you ask those sorts of questions. Most guys would be happy with clean hair, but you go the extra mile. You use flamboyant words frequently to describe yourself and others. Most of the time you are overly critical with what everyone wears. You cannot simply choose something to wear; it has to be carefully planned out. If someone has one button out of place, you have to correct it. Countless times I have heard you critiquing the clothing of passersby. What works well together and what should not be worn in public or at all for that matter."

I stood there speechless after having all that laid out in front of me. He did give it a lot of thought.

"But, you shouldn't worry. No one will give it as much thought as I did. You don't attend school with the smartest of people."

I groaned. "No one is going to suspect you of anything."

"Nothing is any different than it was when we left school on Friday."

My pace slowed a little. "…That's not necessarily true." If nothing had changed, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.

Ryuzaki thought this over for a minute. "I guess you're right." His pace also slowed as he thought some more. "So what does this mean," he finally asked. "Are we, as you would say, 'going out'?"

I cursed myself mentally when my heart skipped a beat. I tried not to sound surprised. "Are you asking me out?" I honestly didn't expect this.

He shifted his glance towards the sky. "I guess I am."

I wasn't going to let him get away without proper courtesy. "I'd appreciate it if you were to ask me to my face."

He looked at me. "Must you always be this way, Light-kun?"

"If you want me, my attitude comes with it." Not that he has much of a choice. We still work together. Now there will just be a label.

He sighed. "If I must." There was a long pause then he looked me in the eyes. "Light-kun, would you like to go out with me?"

I felt as if I had accomplished something. "Yes," I replied and turned and walked away.

He followed. "What now," he asked me.

Yeah, …what now? The Kira suspect going out with L, that's twisted.

After not getting a response, he asked, "You are my boyfriend, correct?"

I blushed. Light Yagami has a boyfriend. What a weird thought. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Then would you… like to go out this Saturday?"

I stopped walking completely. At this rate I was never going to make it to school if he kept distracting me. And why did he have to say it with such a passive look on his face? "Really? You don't really look like you mean it."

"I am just not used to saying it. I never thought I'd have to," he explained.

"Yeah, who would 'a thought?"

"So…," he started.

"So what?"

It was a little unlike him to not finish a sentence.

"You're killing me, Light-kun. I just asked you out on a date and you are yet to answer."

"Alright, I'll go. What do you have in mind?" This could be interesting.

He shrugged. "I'll think of something."

"Alright, I'll leave it up to you then." This is definitely going to be interesting.

We walked in silence for a few minutes before Ryuzaki started the conversation back up. "Light-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"If we're dating, shouldn't you be out of the closet?"

That's not any better. "I am out of the closet."

"To everyone?"

If he's not making my life a living hell in one way, he has to be doing it in another. "I can't…do that. At least not yet. I have too much going for me right now. It could ruin everything. What would everyone think? And my father… He thinks I'm the perfect son. What do you think would happen if he found out?" He'd be disappointed.
"So you want to keep our relationship from him? You are going to have to tell him sooner or later." He checked the time on his cell phone.

We were in front of the school now. "And I choose later," I said stubbornly. "There's too much at stake."

"So you wouldn't even do it for me?" he mused with a feinted disappointment.

"Don't think of it that way," I muttered.

"Then how should I think of it?"

We walked through the front doors of the school. We were still a little early, just the way I liked it. Arriving early for school showed that I was serious student. I turned to him and said, "I don't know. Just not like that."

"You're only hurting yourself and I by keeping it a secret," he informed me.

"I know, but it'll hurt either way. Sorry." I opened my locker.

"Don't be." He sighed. "Just do it when you're ready."

"Who knows when that'll be," I muttered to no one in particular as I shut my locker.

The rest of the morning was eventless and boring. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I concentrated on my situation. I couldn't ignore it and there wasn't any easy solution. I would have to come clean. For me, for him, for both of us.

The bell chimed for lunch to start. I went to sit under the tree knowing that Ryuzaki most likely wouldn't be anywhere else.

"Planning on riding me again?" I asked.

"No, it's not really something I plan ahead of time."

"Just a spur of the moment kind of thing," I chuckled.

"Exactly," he confirmed.

There was a momentary silence. "So what have you brought in attempt to put yourself into cardiac arrest today?" He always had an unlimited amount of sweets at his beck and call.

"Mini e' Claires."

"How is it that you have something new every day? You lived in England, right? Isn't there a designated time of day for drinking tea and eating sweets there?" The way I asked those questions made it seem like I was interrogating him.

He finished off the first e' Claire. "There is almost an infinite number of sweets in the world. It wouldn't be that hard to eat something new each day. And how did you know that I used to live in England?" he inquired.

"That first time we played tennis. You told me that you won first place in England's junior tennis championships. I just assumed that you lived there."

Satisfied with my answer, he popped a whole e' Claire into his mouth. "Hmm. Well I don't know about the rest of the country, but I certainly ate sweets at certain times every day," he deadpanned.

"But then again, when aren't you eating them?" I joked.

"That is not important." He ate two of them at once this time. It didn't surprise me when some of the cream was sticking to the side of his mouth. But it seriously bothered me. Whenever anything was out of place it bothered me.

And what's worse about it was that I had the sudden urge to lick it off. This was not a normal Light Yagami action. I must restrain myself in public, like I've always done before. Our going out should not change my public habits. But that wasn't getting rid of the cream and he didn't seem to notice that it was there.

"Light-kun, you look uncomfortable. Is something wrong?"

You're damn right something is wrong! Can you not tell that you have cream sticking to the side of your lips?! It was impossible to ignore. And it was mocking me. I'd had enough with this bullshit. I took a quick survey of the surrounding area. There weren't many people around and they all looked absorbed in their own conversations. I decided that if I was quick it would be safe. I looked around once more. Still there was no one watching. My paranoia and my OCD were having it out inside my head. My OCD happened to be stronger though. I leaned toward him and used my index finger to wipe it away. Its final destination was my mouth. For the first time I actually saw him blush. He was human and could display such actions after all.

"Light-kun, what exactly are you doing?"

I pulled back. "It was really bothering me."

He looked amused. "No need to get defensive Light-kun. I appreciate the gesture. Though I thought that you would have had a little more self control in such a public area."

"Maybe I don't care what other people think anymore." I knew that this wasn't true.

"Then kiss me."

"Definitely not." There is no way in hell.

"See, you do care." He lightly smacked my cheek with his fingers.

I sighed. He's right. What am I going to do about this?

The silence that was between us was then interrupted by Keiton running and screaming. "Ryuzaki!"

In response to his sing-songy voice I said, "I swear that kid gives me a headache." I rubbed my temples to prove my point.

"Be nice, Light-kun. You'll scare him away."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, master."

Keiton approached us. "Why is Ryuzaki your master?"

"Don't worry about it Keiton," Ryuzaki replied.

Keiton sat down in front of us. He looked tired, but that didn't take away from his bubbly personality. "So are you going to prom Ryuzaki?"

"What is this prom you speak of?"

We both looked at him. I did a mental face palm. "It's the last dance seniors are able to go to being that we graduate," I explained. "You invite a date, get tickets, dress up, and basically go to the dance. Most schools in Japan don't do it, however it seems our faculty envisions us as progressive."

"When is this prom?"

"Next Friday." My eye twitched.

"And don't forget the crowning of the prom king and queen!" Keiton added. "We all know who the king is going to be this year." He looked at me. "And since you're a senior, you're obligated to go. I remember last year you didn't even go to prom, but you still got a few votes to be made the king." He laughed.

My eye twitched again. "I remember hearing something about that."

"Just what you need, Light-kun, the title of King to fuel your ego."

"Hey! I don't want to be the prom king. It's just a load of crap if you ask me. It will do nothing for my future."

"And you'll probably get invited by the entire female student population like the past three years." He laughed even harder.

Ryuzaki poked my cheek. "You're just too desirable for your own good."

I ignored his finger being thrusted into my cheek. "I'm glad it hasn't started yet. I want another week of peace."

"You just jinxed it, Light-kun," he said using his other hand to point to an area twenty feet away.

Sure enough, walking towards us were four girls.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered.

When they approached me, all at once they said, "Hi, Light!"

I could have sworn my eye twitched again.

One of them spoke. "So we were wondering if you would like to go to prom with one of us. 'Cuz that would be super cool if you did. And it would be like the greatest night ever!"

"We could make it worth your while," another one said.

Yeah right… I pulled the best fake smile I could out of my ass. "I'm sorry. I'm just not interested in going to prom."

"Oh," one of the girls said quietly. "Well… see you later I guess."

One girl spoke up, "If you change your mind though…" She paused in what I assumed was supposed to be a dramatic manner. "You can always look for us."

"Sure," I said, fake smile still equipped. "If I'm ever looking for a date, you'll be the first girls to cross my mind."

Seemingly satisfied, they said their goodbyes and walked back toward the school.

"I wouldn't count on it," I said to myself.

"This is only the beginning. It's going to get a hell of a lot worse," Keiton stated.

"Thanks for the input, Keiton," I said darkly. I don't need him reminding me.

He flinched away from me. "Heh….heh… No problem. S-so, Ryuzaki… are you going to prom?"

"Ryuzaki? At a social event?" I scoffed.

His eyes narrowed. "Well considering that it's customary to bring a date, I'd have to ask someone. But since Light-kun is being a pain right now, I don't really feel like asking him."

Pink flooded my face. "Wha-what?" So much for keeping my sexuality quiet…

"You're being a pain," he repeated.

"N-no. You were going to…ask me to prom?" Was he really? Even though we are going out I just assumed that he would think that it was a stupid idea. Obligation or not, I wasn't planning on going.

He paused then said, "I was considering it."

I looked at him expectantly. Now he has to ask me.

He raised an eyebrow at my expression. "Yes?"

"Well aren't you going to ask me?"

"Maybe later." He turned back to face Keiton like an important conversation wasn't even going on.

Rrriiiiiiipp. That was the sound of my ego ripping in two.

I quickly got to my feet. "Bastard!"

He sighed and yanked on my sleeve to put me back into a sitting position. Then he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and reclined my head against his shoulder. "Oh, Light-kun, did you want me to ask you to prom?"

My eyes narrowed. What do you think, you son of a bitch?

He stroked my hair. Normally I wouldn't let anyone get away with touching my hair. "Light-kun, Light-kun, what will we do with you?"

I closed my eyes and sighed in defeat. I give up. You stress me out.

"AW! Are you guys going out," Keiton screeched a bit too loud. "You make a cute couple!"

My eyes snapped open. Fucking Keiton. He's still here. I overestimated his oblivious nature. He noticed the change in our behavior after all. Can't he find something better to do? I ought'a kill his sorry ass the first chance I get. I could make it look like an accident. I just hate this kid. He's a fucking fake. No one is this happy all the time. He's probably covering up the pain of his tragic home life.

"Keiton, would you mind leaving us alone for a while? I'll talk to you later," Ryuzaki said calmly.

He bounced to his feet. "Alright! I'll see you later!" He waved and practically skipped off.

Still sensing my anger Ryuzaki said, "Light-kun, you may not maul Keiton." He was still stroking my hair.

"But it would be fun," I stated simply.

He gripped my chin and directed it towards himself. His face was very close to mine. "Would Light-kun like to go to prom with me?"

"No shit, Sherlock. Great deduction."

Ryuzaki's POV

Light-kun agreed to go to prom with me. In his own way, I guess. Obviously my classes were being aced. As far as I knew no one at the school suspected me of being L. The Kira case was at a standstill. I had no more proof of Light-kun being Kira than I did a week ago. Criminals were still being killed and at the same rate. The days mostly passed by in a blur now that I have adopted this new routine of going to school. I wouldn't say that was boring exactly, but it wasn't interesting either. Light-kun and I haven't fought all week; which meant we were probably due for one soon.

I did not share my thoughts with Light-kun as we entered our room at the Kira headquarters. I did however ask him, "So is Light-kun looking forward to tomorrow?"

"That depends. Where are we going?" He has been pressing for hints all week.

"It's still a secret, Light-kun. What makes you think that I would tell you now if I haven't told you anything before?"

"Well you never know. I could have gotten lucky this time around."

"If you think that, you are seriously misinformed."

He crossed his arms. "Please," he implored. "I don't like surprises."

"Or girls asking you to prom."

He groaned. "How many is it up to so far?"

I had taken to carrying a small counting device. I pulled it out of my pocket and told him, "This week forty nine girls have asked you to the prom." It was almost bothersome. If it weren't for Light-kun's expression and response right after each and every one of them had asked him, I would have dealt with these overly zealous girls myself. They took every opportunity they could to ask him to prom. When he entered the building, when he entered a class room, when he was at his locker, before he entered the locker room for gym- some girls even tried to follow him in a couple times, in the hallway, and during lunch. What surprised me was when the same girls tried asking him again as if his answer would be different a day later. But regardless to who asked him he always let them down with the same response, 'Sorry, I'm already going with someone else.' My expression to this was nothing less than smug.

It seemed like in no time at all the entire female student body knew that Light Yagami was going to prom with someone that wasn't them, but that didn't stop them from trying anyway.

I chuckled. "If only they knew that the object of their affections was a flaming homosexual. The look on their faces would be priceless."

"Yeah, but would it be worth it when everyone that knew, and everyone would know, started to hate us?"

"Light-kun will always have me. And probably Matsuda-san. He's not really one to judge others by that mean," I said to him.

He grimaced. "Oh boy, Matsuda."

"You need to learn to swallow your pride and just accept who you are. Those who really love you will accept you," I explained. It was common sense that if someone loved you enough they wouldn't care who you decided to love. At least I thought so. "Besides, how is it going to look to your father when I take you to-" I quickly shut my mouth.

That got him listening though. He grinned. "Take me to where?"

"To bed. I'm establishing a curfew." I pushed him towards the bed.

"But it's only ten thirty!" he whined.

"You're always complaining about how I don't get enough sleep. So now I wish to get more and you're telling me otherwise?"

He sighed. "At least let me get changed and ready first." He pulled his shirt over his head. "This better be some damn good place we're going to," he muttered.

"I did my research. You should like it, Light-kun."

"Does it have food normal people would choose for a meal?" he inquired.

"Normal meaning?"

"Is there food not covered in sugar that I will eat and enjoy?"

"Certainly," I confirmed. I knew he was going to be finicky about this.

"Good… So what are we going to do about prom?"

"What do you mean?" There's more to it than just showing up?

"We have to color coordinate with what we're wearing. Preferably suits. White and purple are not options."

"Why not?" He is making this so complicated.

He leaped into an immediate explanation. "White is tacky," he put it simply. "And if we were to wear purple it's like saying straight out that we're gay."

"And going to prom with another guy will not make us seem gay?" That does not make any sense what so ever.

He got this 'don't question my authority' look on his face and said, "That's not the point. Light blue isn't an option either."

I rolled my eyes. This isn't even over. Nowhere close. He's going to go on like this until after the prom. Picking at every little detail until it's perfect.

"Take me seriously, Ryuzaki," he commanded. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right."

"Why can't we just wear black?" This wasn't that big of a decision. He is blowing things out of proportion.

He paused. "That's brilliant."

I was mentally face palming. You have got to be kidding me. Has this prom fiasco turned his brain to mush? "Is prom really that big of a deal?"

"Of course it is! Prom is the last chance to leave an impression on people. I want to leave a magnificent last impression. I want people to remember me as the best valedictorian this school has ever known. It. Will. Happen," he concluded.

"You are a very interesting person."

"Of course I am. I've dedicated my life to being interesting," he explained.

"Sometimes you amaze me."

"Good. And now, since a curfew has been instilled, I am going to bed," he said as he climbed under the covers.

"Goodnight then," I said as I pulled out my laptop. I went over to sit on the bed.

"Yeah… Goodnight."

By the time that the laptop was fully started he was already asleep.

Because I knew so little about prom I decided to do some research. I typed 'prom' into the search bar. The screen read 454,000,000 results. Oh, my. That is a lot of results. I clicked the first link. And a few after that. Some of them said basically the same thing. After concluding my search, I had one question. Is this why prom is so important to him? I never would have even thought of the possibility.

I looked the sleeping Light-kun beside me. I blushed. He looked so innocent while he slept. It was almost like the conscious Light-kun and the unconscious Light-kun were two totally different people.

I shut my laptop and waited for sleep to take me. I was suddenly uneasy as I thought about was to come. I sighed. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

In case you haven't noticed, the title of the chapter comes from something Ellen Page said during the movie Juno. If you did notice, good for you.