A/N: I don't own Death Note, yadda-yadda-yadda... Okay, so I lied about how long it would take me to write the next chapter. I decided to skip my homework for now and work on this. xP
Yeah, the plot bunnies did the nasty all over this chapter. Sorry for all the insanity/seemingly-pointlessness. Plot bunnies are naughty little creatures. xD
Light: -sarcasm- I'm looking forward to it...
L: What is this 'do the nasty' that you speak of?
Me: Ahem... -ignoring Light and L- Well, I guess this chapter brings up something that will be important in a later chapter... Kind of. Just trust me.
Light: I'd rather die than trust you...
Me: Aw, don't go emo on me, Light!
"Any luck on the Yotsuba case?" Light asked L. Once again, we end up in the same room after everyone else has left… Doesn't this author have any creativity?
"Not really," L confessed. He shoved a large piece of cake into his mouth. "The people they mentioned last week have died. All signs point to Kira being among them. But…"
L looked at Light suspiciously. Light frowned. Why is he looking at me like that? Has he figured it out? No, he couldn't know everything. He doesn't know about the Death Note, although I'm sure that he suspects something. But he can't convict me based on the fact that I didn't let him get into my pants!
"I'm not convinced," L finished, still watching Light carefully.
"When are you ever convinced, Ryuzaki?" Light mumbled.
"I'm convinced that you are Kira," L said, taking a bite of cake. "And that Misa is the second Kira."
"Then why did you let her go home if you still suspect her?" Light asked.
"I can't keep her here forever," L replied. He glanced at Light for a moment. "Besides. If she is the second Kira, then I doubt that she would do anything self-incriminating until after she was released from my surveillance."
"What makes you think she will do anything now?" Light stalled. Of course, L wouldn't expect us to do anything while he's watching us. Actually, he hasn't turned on the surveillance cameras for quite some time. They are just there to make us think that he is watching. But surely he would have expected me to figure this out by now…
"She is doing something," L said, as if to himself. "She's killing criminals."
"We have no evidence of that!" Light pointed out. This conclusion is wrong, and he knows it. I've been doing the killings, not Misa. I've even been killing the kind of people that Higuchi had been killing, instead of my usual victims. But L can't prove it because he doesn't know how Kira kills. Until he sees proof of how the Death Note works, I'm fairly safe.
"No, we don't," L admitted. He gingerly removed the strawberry from the top of the cake, took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. He looked up at Light, as if expecting him to say something.
"So don't accuse my girlfriend of things you don't have evidence to back up!" Light said, with a bit more emotion than usual.
"I never knew you actually had feelings for her, Light," L remarked, taking another bite of cake.
"Well," Light started, quickly thinking up a way to redeem himself. "Yeah, at first it was just one-sided. But now I've realized that I do like her. It's nice to have someone who appreciates me."
"I never understood her infatuation with you, Light," L commented. Oh, but I do understand her…. You are so fine, Light, I could eat you up! L licked some frosting off of his fingers. "The only logical explanation for it is that you are Kira, and she is the second Kira. I don't really think you would keep her around unless you thought that you could use her."
"I'm not Kira, Ryuzaki. I would never just use people for my personal gain," Light lied without batting an eyelash. Of course I'm just using her, L. Just like I'm using you. But you have no evidence to prove it.
L took another bite of cake, chewing thoughtfully. If I can get Misa to confess, I can get closer to Light. I mean… Closer to catching Light. With her level of devotion, it's going to be hard to make her expose Light as Kira. But I may be able to get her to tell me other useful information… Like what turns him on the most…
"What are you thinking, Ryuzaki?" Light asked, raising an eyebrow. He could see the wheels in the detective's head turning.
"I was thinking that pink is a lovely color on you. Where did that shirt come from?"
"This?" Light chuckled, tugging at the collar of his pink button-down shirt. L, don't think that you can just act like you're being controlled whenever it's convenient… "Uh, Misa bought it for me."
"She has good tastes," L remarked, finishing off the cake. "In fashion, and in men."
"Cut it out, Ryuzaki! You're not being controlled right now!" Light exclaimed, glaring at the detective.
"Oh really?" L's large eyes were locked on Light as if he were a target. "How do you know that I'm not being controlled right now? Can you read my thoughts, too? Hmmm?"
"I don't, it's just..." Light fumbled for a response. Damn, he got me on that one. I wasn't thinking. Why did I just blurt that out? Stupid, stupid… Then again, it was just a guess. I really don't know whether or not he's being controlled right now… "It's just that I know that I'm not being controlled right now, so I thought that you weren't either."
"But she has controlled us at separate times before," L pointed out.
"True," Light replied. "It was just hard to imagine you being controlled when I wasn't, that's all. I wasn't thinking."
"That's not like you, Light," L said with a small grin. Yes, you're always thinking, Light. That's what makes you so hot.
"So, you are being controlled right now?" Light asked curiously.
"There is an eighty-two percent probability," L said. It's strange. I'm not being completely physically controlled right now, but something isn't right… I can't put my finger on what it is…. Light is so hot, he's distracting me!
So, he is being controlled, Light thought. But he's not coming on to me like he normally does. Is he just fighting it? Or is she not controlling him in that way? Unfortunately, He didn't have to wonder for long.
"Yes, I am being controlled," L replied, smiling. He ran his fingers through Light's hair. "And you are not being controlled?"
"I don't think so," Light admitted. Although as soon as he said it, he felt himself lose control of his body.
"So, you're doing this on your own free will?" L asked, in reference to the fact that Light's hand was caressing L's thigh.
"No," Light coughed. What do you think you're doing, Cannibal? This isn't my idea of fun…
Much to the dismay of both hapless victims, it did not take long for the situation to escalate into a full-blown make-out scene. Both males seemed to fight for the dominant position. Finally, L seemed to win the battle. He fumbled with Light's shirt, managing to get it completely unbuttoned this time. Light was also working on getting L's shirt off, and succeeded without much effort. After a few more minutes of foreplay, L decided to move on to Light's pants.
L undid the buttons and proceeded to slowly pull down Light's pants. He paused, and then let out a burst of laughter. The laugh continued for a few minutes before Light realized that L seemed to be laughing at him, not with him.
"What's is it? What are you laughing about?" Light was getting a little angry as he started to gain possession of his body. I've never heard L laugh like this… What's gotten into him? Damn, Cannibal… That was not fun.
Light pulled his pants up quickly and tried to locate his shirt. L had stopped laughing by the time he had retrieved it from the back of a chair. Light glared at him, "Now would you mind telling me what's so damn funny?"
L chuckled and put his own shirt back on. He smiled at Light and replied, "I never would have guessed that you were the tighty-whitey type of guy."