Disclaimer: Note that none of these characters belong to me. I an merely borrowing them for use in the fanfic.

Note: This story will contain Yaoi/Shounen-Ai.

Another Note: I'm really horrible at writing humor. If you have any suggestions, PLEASE, don't hesitate to leave them in a review or message!

Encounter

"Come sit down; your tea is getting cold." L seemed so nonchalant. He always did.

Light's fists were clenched, his nails biting into the pale skin of his palms. His broken finger screamed in protest when he tried to move it, but even so, it wouldn't budge. Light took deep breaths, attempting futilely to control the anger that welled up inside him. His insides, by that point, were a red-hot pit of rage and fury. The very man that had sent him into the hell-hole of a prison was sitting right in front of him! Why would the Great Detective want to see him?! A lowly criminal! Light hissed angrily, curling his fists tighter. Oh, how he wanted to kill L. So horribly that it hurt. The pain of wanting and not getting something wasn't much compared to the overall grief that L had caused Light. Those months during the case, just to end up like any other criminal. His failure was demeaning, more than the fact that he had lost in a fight or been caught so off-guard by L's appearance.

It took a long while, but Light finally calmed down enough to act civilly. He shuffled towards the minute table and sat down, still glaring at L. The tea was very sweet, and cold. Light hated cold tea, but he had to deal with it, nonetheless.

He looked up at L. Or, more glared, giving the detective a look that often sent others running. L just sat still in his usual position and slurped his tea.

Finally: "Light, I have come to give you an option."

There was an awkward pause. An option for what? Stay here and rot or fall in love with the detective? He'd rather burn at the stake than like his polar opposite in the slightest. Even so, his interest was peaked slightly.

"You can come and stay with me, living the same way we did while working on the Kira case," L took another sip of his tea. Light's was only halfway finished.

There seemed to be a menacing glint in the teacup, glimmering like golden-brown poison just waiting to strike.

"Or?" Light murmured. He very well knew what L would say, but he just wanted to make sure.

L didn't respond.

Light finished his tea. L had long before, but probably enjoyed the elixir more because of the insane amount of sugar that had been added.

There was an awkward silence between moments, the air seeming to crackle and fizz between L and Light. The latter seemed absolutely furious, whereas the former was as calm as ever. Light glared into his empty teacup, L merely watching him, seeming to be waiting for something. This confused him. Was L waiting for him to say something? For something to happen? Is so, then what?

Without warning, Light's vision blurred and became outlined in black. He had a hard time staying awake, and even though this only took a few moments to happen, next thing Light knew, he was falling.

"I'm sorry, Light." There was a slight pause, the voice familiar. "I lied when I said you had a choice."

A dull ache greeted Light as he woke. His vision hadn't quite yet returned, but he knew he was on something soft and squishy. Probably a bed. Back at HQ. He hissed and cursed under his breath. Damnit, L! He didn't want anything to do with the detective, and that stupid genius had forced him!

It took a long while, but Light's vision eventually returned. He sat up and looked around the room.

The floor was a creamy-white carpet, smooth as silk. The bed was simple, consisting of a dark brown wood frame, the headboard flat until the very top, where it curled away from the bed. The footboard was the same, but, obviously curved away from the main bed in the opposite direction. The comforter was a soft, lime green with a chocolate brown lining. The pillows were decoratively placed, the back row consisting of three brown ones of the same color as the comforter's lining. A row of two smaller lime green pillows lay in front of the brown, the same color as the main comforter. Three continually smaller pillows adorned the bed in front of those, a darker green. An even darker layer of two, placed to the diagonal sides of the previous layer, still smaller, lay in front of those. Finally, one tiny pillow of the original soft, lime green lay in the front, center of those.

A laptop stood proudly on a darkly colored, wooden desk. An armchair sat in front of the desk, a pale, lime green like was obviously the theme of the room. Good thing Light liked green. The closet was already filled. A green light hung from the ceiling, delicate and ornate. It was a very simple room, not too crowded, and not too empty.

Light made his way to the door and twisted the knob. A faint 'ding' sounded somewhere else in the massive building. He felt his ear twitch, catching the sound a bit better. How strange. Maybe L wanted to know when he was awake?

It didn't take long, and Light had eventually scaled the stairs and come into the main room: the only room L ever seemed to be in. Through raven hair, L turned his head and stared at Light with his darkly underlined eyes. He didn't smile, only watched as Light approached.

"How are you feeling?" L finally asked.

Light didn't grace him with an answer.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I just couldn't bear to have you rot there."

Again, only silence came from the other end.

Rude.

L shaved off a small piece of cake and popped it into his mouth. Light hadn't noticed the sugary treat until then.

Watari wheeled a small cart from behind the pair. L turned around to stare at the amount of sweets that adorned it. Cakes lined the bottom shelf. Massive Éclairs of all types were delicately placed farther up, and on the top was a circle of cupcakes. Some were red velvet, others were chocolate, some strawberry, and some vanilla.

L finished his cake and went to work on another slice.

Light cleared his throat as if he was about to speak.

L stopped eating and looked up at him.

Nothing.

The detective went back to his sweets.

"You drugged me." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Light was extremely upset about what L had done to him, and did not appreciate the kindness he was showing.

"Yes." L continued with his cake.

"How did you know that I would say no? And how did you convince the prison to let you take me?"

"It's not a secret that you despise me, Light. And as for freeing you, it took quite some time, just as it did to convince them not to kill you."

Light had not been expecting this. He, at the time, had thought that they were going to kill him, and had been rather confused when they didn't. He'd had no idea that that was L's doing.

"Free? How am I free? I'm stuck here, with you!" He hated the place, and the person he was trapped with. Especially the latter.

"Because you're no longer behind bars." L looked hurt at the second part. "That was rude, Light."

It didn't matter to Light. He could be as rude as he wanted. He was seething at that point, filled to the brim with rage. It took everything in his power not to hit L. But why resist?

Light's already broken hand, forgotten, practically screamed when it came into contact with L's face. The detective retaliated with a strong kick to the cheek. The same one that had been injured in the first fight.

It was just like during the Kira case. Fighting seemed to be the best way the pair solved their problems.

By the end of it, Light was sprawled on the floor, having lost. L was curled in his chair, slumped down with his knees bent and his feet diagonal to the wall. He was staring at Light, his eyes seeming even darker-rimmed than before. They were half closed, creating a semi-circle. His raven hair was even wilder than usual.

Light's hair, for that matter, was a mess. He'd taken several good blows to the face, and hadn't been able to get very many hits in. L was shockingly strong. He knew that he would have a very bruised figure, having taken a good deal of hits everywhere else, too. He was sure that his wrist was broken. Now he had a completely unusable hand. A broken finger and a broken wrist. Perfect.

L got to his feet and immediately hunched over in his usual way. He shuffled over and extended a hand to help Light up, but the younger man refused. He was just laying there. Had L caused a concussion? No, he hadn't been kicking hard enough. But still, Light's behavior worried him.

Much to L's relief, Light used his good hand to prop himself up. Once he was sitting upright, he used the same hand to rub his skull. He had a resounding headache, each beat of his heart pounding against his skull like a mallet. He looked up and noticed L watching him with a worried expression. He glared in return.

"There's no reason to be sour."

Light thought there was. He'd lost again, and was frustrated at his weakness. Without the Death Note, he was human.

Light slowly and painfully got to his feet. He stumbled slightly, expecting to be able to stand perfectly. L caught him, but they both fell over in return. L ended up lying underneath Light. They both looked stunned.

Immediately Light got up again and stormed out of the room. That last thing L saw of him until midnight was when he climbed the stairs and vanished from sight.

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