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

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Murder

"It's nice to see you, Near. Are the others alright?" The detective sat in his signature knee-hug.

"It's a pleasure, L. Yes, for the most part. We're all a bit bruised, and Matt had been plagued with fevers. Otherwise, we're fine." Near pulled his right leg up to his chest and placed both hands on the knee.

"I'll have Watari take care of Matt. Any prob-" L was cut off by the sound of gunshot. His eyes widened considerably. Light… Just a few minutes before, the two had been talking about the fact that Mello and Matt had grown quite close, and L had admitted to his growing affection for Light. There was no mistaking it. He, for the first time, was in love. And that love had probably just been shattered with the sound of the gun. Taken away forever. Light's blood would be spilled across the floor, his corpse in the middle of a pool.

Near stood up and quickly shuffled towards the main room where the sound had obviously come from.

L sat still, in shock, unable to regain his focus. After a good ten seconds, he snapped out of the daze. The chair fell over backwards as L ran from the room. He didn't often run, so it was a very strange feeling.

Near picked up speed as L flew past him. It was Mello, he was sure of it. That bastard had probably killed Kira at first glance, without a moment's hesitation to think that L might have had plans. If Kira was dead, those plans were ruined. No. Matt would've stopped him. Hopefully.

Matt leaped forward and collided with Mello. Not a second later, the blonde pulled the trigger on his gun, held sideways like always. Instead of Kira's heart as Mello had intended, the bullet stepped a few inches sideways, cutting through Kira's arm. The brunette grabbed the wounded area and all but screamed with the agony that struck him. He collapsed into a kneeling position, his eyes squeezed tight shut. Immense pain was evident on his face.

Matt landed atop Mello, their lips almost touching. So badly, he wanted to lean forward just a bit more and… No. It wasn't the time. Then, something he didn't expect. The blonde's lips met his, Mello coming up to fill the space.

It was only a quick kiss, as L and Near burst into the room, L's face the very picture of L's version of panic. The detective rushed to Light, who's wound was bleeding profusely, the bullet having gone through one side of his arm and out the other. He was gritting his teeth, his eyes closed; one squeezed tight shut, more so than the other. L knelt at his side, calling Watari immediately after. The detective whispered something in Light's ear. For some reason, the latter blushed widely and seemed to relax a bit. L leaned in and placed a peck on Light's cheek. Mello was horrified.

Matt stared into the blonde's eyes. They were focused on the other couple. He reached down and lightly touched Mello's cheek. The blonde responded by staring up at Matt and blushing a light red. The coloring complimented his eyes, so thought by Matt. The red-head's legs were parted as he balanced on his shins. One leg was on either side of Mello's abdomen, causing the blonde to blush further. Sliding out from under Matt, he sat up. Matt inched forward, close enough to press his lips to Mello's.

L murmured in Light's ear, practically cooing. The latter seemed to slowly relax more and more, blocking out the pain of his wound. He looked to L, being forced to turn his head sideways, and stared into L's eyes. The two leaned forward slightly.

Both pairs were locked in their first true kisses, completely discovering their passion for the other. Both parted at the same time, and in that instant, dominant and submissive were decided. L, surprisingly, turned out to be the former in his couple, forcing Light into the latter position. Mello was dominant. He always had been.

Mello's eyes closed, barely, as he looked down. His lips were still parted slightly, and he remained sitting under Matt. Near merely stood and twirled a strand of hair.

All four, blushing darkly, their cheeks virtually roses, stood. Light still held his arm, the blood seeping through his fingers. L took him to the infirmary to have the wound closed and dressed. Mello and Matt stood still, facing each other, not looking at the other. Matt rubbed his lower arm, and Mello just seemed embarrassed. He was yearning for chocolate, something he had completely forgotten about over the trip. Replace 'chocolate' with 'cigarettes', and Matt's mind fit perfectly. His addiction had faded, but still, one couldn't hurt. If Mello had chocolate, he was going to smoke. It was only fair.

His wound dressed, Light sat at the small table, directly next to L. The detective sat in his knee-hug, as always. Mello and Matt's hands were clasped together, resting on the table's surface. They had no intention of hiding their love. Mello sat across from Light, who he still thought of as Kira, and was fuming. If L hadn't taken away his guns, the bastard would be dead by then. But that would hurt L greatly, and Mello couldn't bear to do that to his mentor. So, he reverted to glaring maliciously at the brunette. Matt squeezed Mello's hand, getting the blonde's attention.

Shortly after both parties had their wounds closed and cleaned, the foursome had eaten dinner. Of course, in L's case, it was cake. Could cake qualify as dinner? Light didn't think so. The only thing that bothered him was that all through dinner and after, Mello refused to stop glaring at him. It was like the blonde didn't trust him. L inched closer to Light, still on his seat. Time passed very slowly, none of the group speaking. Near fumbled with a small strand of hair. Mello dug his nails into the table, and into Matt's hand. The latter grimaced.

Mello stayed glaring at Light, who was leaning against L, who was balanced on his chair, watching Matt, who was annoyed with Mello. Near stayed away from the circle, twisting a playing card into a seemingly impossible shape.

L pushed Light into a laying position for the tenth time. He understood the latter's unhappiness towards sleeping in the infirmary, which reeked of medicine. Still, Light needed to stay there, in case anything happened, he'd be close to medical supplies.

"I don't want to stay here!" Light screeched, sitting up again. At that rate, he was bound to reopen his wound.

"I know. I don't care." L finally stood and turned his back on Light, frustrated at the younger man. Couldn't he see it was for his own good?

"But….." Light murmured in a pitiful tone. He knew L would be upset if he didn't stay in the infirmary, but it was just something he didn't want to do.

"L!" Light screamed towards L's back as the latter retreated.

Mello stood outside, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He grinned, hidden by the shadows, cold malice in his eyes. Once L was busy and the others were asleep, he planned to finish what he'd started only a few hours before.

Sleep well, Kira, because you won't be waking up.

L saw the blonde. He gave the other a glare that could freeze one's blood in their veins.

"If you hurt Light, Mello, I will never forgive you." He turned and stalked away.

Mello just stood, dumbfounded at L's new emotion. Apparently, that plan was foiled. There had to be a way to dispose of Light. Some way that L wouldn't figure him out too quickly. Maybe he could give Light a disease. But where would he get that sort of thing? Poison, then? No. Too unoriginal. Strangling might work.

Light flopped onto the bed. He wasn't tired, so he was restless. It was easy to become bored in headquarters, as there was little to do. L was the only thing that gave him amusement, or Ryuk. Speaking of which, an inhuman head dropped out of the ceiling, followed by a lanky, thin body. The abomination curled into a sitting position, its legs crossed awkwardly.

"Hello, Ryuk." It had been a long while since Light and Ryuk had been together, and he'd not seen the beast for over ten days. But still, Light had heard the Shinigami's voice, addressing L. There had been no response. That had been seven days ago, when Matt, Mello, and Near were missing. But they'd finally found the headquarters, just as Light had predicted.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" The Shinigami tilted his head as if there were no bones in his neck, his gravelly voice slightly dull. He hadn't seen what had happened the night before. Hadn't heard the shot. "So why are you in here, anyway? Did you get hurt?"

"I forgot you weren't there when Mello and I met. He shot me." Light said this with no emotion, no expression adorning his features. But, then, he became rather serious, and slightly grim. "Look, Ryuk…I need you to do me a favor…"

Matt stepped back, surprised, when the door flung open. Mello stormed in, practically smoking with his anger.

"Wrath is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, you know. It's not good to be so angry all the time."

"Shut up, Matt!"

The addressed seemed utterly hurt, giving Mello puppy-dog eyes. "And it's no better to take it out on those you care about…"

"Where'd this wisdom come from? You normally act so stupid."

"That was mean. And since I met you, I've been trying a bit harder."

Mello stopped, his expression fading. He had known Matt worked harder for him, but not that much.

He turned around and slowly stepped towards Matt. Matt noticed this, and did the same. Within moments, they were locked in a tight embrace.

"Matt…You shouldn't have stopped me earlier."

"We wouldn't have realized our love for one another, would we?"

"At one point or another, we would have."

"Maybe, but maybe not. You never know." The red-head hugged Mello tighter as he said this. He was afraid Mello would just vanish, that the dream would end and he would be back with his parents. Or back at the orphanage, but without the blonde. He had never liked the orphanage. Mello and Near were the only ones that had ever accepted him as a person. As a friend or someone they would even get near to. Maybe that was his fault, though. He never spoke to anyone, never made eye contact. He spent all his time on his handheld games, finishing some within ten minutes, not bothering to save. Maybe that was why they stayed away from him. Maybe that was why they called him a silver-goggled freak. The name hadn't bothered him, and he didn't mind any of the others they gave him. But that was until Mello showed up, gaining Matt's attention by nailing him in the head with a rock.

"We should get to bed. It's almost midnight." And Kira will be asleep. I'll just wait until you're asleep, then slip out to kill that bastard.

"Fine." Matt slipped into his bed, one separate from Mello's. The blonde wanted so badly to climb into Matt's bed and sleep with him instead of alone. But no, he wouldn't be able to get away that way. Not without waking the red-head up. That would cause problems.

Finally. Finally. He heard light snoring from the other bed. It was time.

To be continued...

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