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!

Day 26

Rain. Leaving streaks as it slid down the windows, doubling upon itself. Somewhat like a waterfall, crashing down upon the earth in a torrential thunder. Masses of aural stimuli that would drive anyone insane had it not been for the fact that every living thing seemed predisposed to enjoy it, feel more relaxed. Streets flooded, many forced to leave their homes in search of higher ground. Hopes smashed, dreams abandoned. The wind, cold and foul, called out to those drowning or dying.

'Give up hope, abandon your dreams. I will take good care of them, you, and your loved ones'

L stared out the window, worried for the three runaways.

"Don't answer the wind's call," he whispered through the rain, through the window.

Worry wracked even Light's mind. He saw, through that sort of emotion, Kira was fading away. He no longer would kill without hesitation as he would've the week before. Now, he'd think about it, and only use the Death Note if that criminal needed to die. But why had he changed so much? Maybe it was because of L.

But…All those people. He'd taken life away from them without even thinking twice about it. How could he have done such a thing? Maybe…maybe he was a murderer. A criminal. Meant to be dead with all those thousands…

From standing beside L, Light suddenly turned, holding back tears. What a horrible person he'd turned out to be. Evil, cruel, merciless… Horrid in every way.

Why had L saved him? Why had L seen a light in him when he was so corrupted beyond sanity?!

He was better off dead.

Walking quickly away, Light picked up pace as he traveled.

L turned, finally noticing that Light's presence had vanished. Giving the flooded streets a last glance, L trotted off in search of his friend.

His cheeks damp from the realization, from the knowledge, Light twisted around the massive building, finally coming to rest in the basement. Why had L saved him from execution? There had been no point, no reason.

The basement was dark and dreary, holding memories of despair and hatred. The same feelings Light felt, but the hate was directed at himself. There was no point to his life. It was a lie. L probably didn't want him there, anyway. He was only keeping Light for his own amusement. But L wasn't cruel. He knew that. Thinking about the detective, he felt some sort of warmth consume him. What did it mean?

Soft, inaudible footsteps made themselves known halfway down the stairs. Light looked up from where he was sitting, curled up on the floor. Realizing who was coming, he looked around frantically for a place to hide. Seeing the creation of boredom he'd made in the past few days, Light dove inside.

The large Lego house covered him on five sides. Flooring added another. Windows were evenly spaced around the hunt. A small door, only large enough for him and L to fit through, could swing open, allowing the creator easy passage. Light had thought originally to just take the roof off every time, but that would be too much of a hassle. Now, he was grateful that he chose to make the door.

Peeping out one of the front windows, the brunette noticed L looking around the room, his face the perfect image of worry.

He was worried.

About Light.

Why would L be worried? It wasn't like he was going to do anything to himself.

The detective's eyes, through his hair, finally rested on Light, peering through the window. He sighed, slowly shuffling to where his friend was hiding. He knelt down, curling into his habitual knee-hug, and stared through the window.

"May I come in?"

The door shifted open.

L squeezed inside. The structure was very roomy, gifting its resident with space enough for seven. It wasn't dark, thanks to the windows, but the lighting was as dim as the basement around it.

Tears glittered on Light's cheeks. L felt something tear. His heart, maybe.

"…What's wrong?"

Feeling a new wave of pain, Light curled back up, hiding his face from the world. Something touched him. That same thing pulled him into its lap, its arms folded around him. He twisted around and grabbed L's shirt, crying into the cotton.

He didn't deserve to live.

Didn't deserve the life L had given him.

Didn't deserve L.

"Stupid rain. Stupid gun."

"Quit whining."

Mello reached up to punch Near, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned around and ended up face to face with Matt. The red-head had a disapproving look in his eyes.

Reverting to glaring at the ghost boy, Mello grabbed Matt's hand and proceeded to walk faster.

The red-head suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?"

Near came to stand next to Matt, staring at him precariously.

The boy in question was staring into space, as if he was seeing something.

"Hey guys…" Mat mumbled, his voice nearly a whisper. It was pained.

Near and Mello just stared.

"L is probably at his headquarters."

Why hadn't they though of that?

"Why didn't you think of that?!" Mello had grabbed Near by the collar of the shirt and was proceeding to smash him against a brick wall.

"Why didn't you?"

Near was promptly dropped. Mello stalked away, visibly smoking with frustration and rage. Matt followed closely behind. Near sighed and trailed after them.

It was a long while before Light calmed down. L couldn't place the feeling he was filled with, but it was nice. He wanted Light to be next to him always, but not like this.

Tired and waterlogged, Light sat in L's lap, falling asleep from the unusual episode.

It had, indeed, been a long day; for both parties.

Both out of their most precious items, chocolate and cigarettes, the two held hands as they traveled. Near followed closely behind, not wanting to crowd the road any further.

The trio had eventually come across the main highway, the very one that they had been on when they first left Wammy's House. But then, it had been just an aimless wander. They actually knew where they were going this time.

This time.

They had found their way.

It seemed Mello and Matt were becoming even closer as friends, a feat previously thought impossible. Maybe there was something more to their relationship. Something undetected by anyone but Near.

Twirling a strand of hair, the young boy proceeded to break into a trot, hoping to close the distance that had come about while he'd been thinking.

It had been an interesting day, as the trio could not have been traveling faster on foot. They were all desperate to find shelter before the next rainstorm. The one the previous night had been dreadful, nearly claiming Matt's life in the floods that had followed. Mello had been distraught, worrying over Matt like a mother over a child.

As the sun set, it cast a red-blue light over the sky. The trio sat on the edge of the deserted highway, their legs dangling off the edge. The sea directly below, tainted gold, shone brightly. Matt and Mello, sitting side-by-side, slowly leaned towards each other, coming to rest with Matt's head lying sideways on Mello's shoulder. Near had to admit, they were cute together. He, if things continued like that, could see a very bright future for the two. Matt looked up to Mello so much, and Mello saw so much in Matt. It was beautiful… in a creepy way.

Mello could feel Matt's breathing as he sat there, his head on Mello's shoulder. The blonde smiled. He wiggled his legs around as they hung from the highway, over the ocean. It was true; his fondness for Matt was growing with every passing day. What if their friendship turned into a relationship? Would L approve? What would he think?

Matt lifted his head, taking it away from Mello's warm shoulder. He looked to the blonde, which looked back. He was very weary, very ready for a real bed to sleep in. He was sick of the journey. Not once, while they'd been packing, had he thought it would go on for so long. Not once.

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