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I KNOW I AM SO LATE.

It just sometimes it feels like no one loves me *tiny violin*

Anyway, I didn't want to update with the still not having Word thing, but I love you people. Even when you review twice, it brings me joy! Please

review, or do something that let's me know! Tell me, what do you think? HM? Oh, I lied about Ryuk. He's in the next one. This time for sure, because

this one had a lot more L than I thought it would.

I'm rambling again. Well, as long as I'm started, I think L's criminal outlook means that-


L stood up and started pacing.

The clock still read 11:58pm. Tick tok goes the clock.

L bit his thumb, gnawing around. 'Two more minutes. 120 seconds.'

L thought about everything he had seen on this case. Sitting on Misa-Misa's bed.

Fighting with Raito. The names and numbers. Raito. Sweets. Raito. Sweets on Raito...Damn it wait. L had never seen that.

Dieing. Oh, L remembered dieing quite vividly.

But L remembered that time he had spent chained to Raito and how he was slightly different.

L would have him again, most diffenatly.

11:59pm.

Math, time. Same measurement, never changed. But Raito seemed to screw with

precision. His algorithms.

Thirty seconds.

L wondered about what if he had given it up before this.

Twenty.

L looked at the red line ticking.

Suddenly, he turned and raced through the door.

Turn a hallway.

Thirteen seconds.

'I want to see. Even though nothing will really happen outside, it's irrational, illogical, it doesn't matter' L thought even as he raced through the door.

There, Raito lay asleep. His hair all over the pillow, his jaw clenched. He looked more angry asleep than when he was awake. He looked so paranoid. It was sad

to see. Three seconds.

One.

As it turned midnight, Raito suddenly relaxed, his jaw slacking, body shifting. He

melted to his sheet. His hands opened, a fragile sleeping piece of stained glass.

L placed his pale palm against the other mans. (L found it strange to call Raito a man, thought he'd never ever seemed to really be a child. But L did see him

as one.) He lightly traced along, working gently

to intertwine with him.

Raito shifted, to face L. He half cuddled his hand.

L almost laughed.

L sat down.

When Raito woke up, L slipped out of his grasp. Just like Raito might have.

Except Raito wouldn't have. He couldn't have.

Raito would have maybe screamed.

Except he couldn't see it was L.

He would have screamed if he had been awake when L leaned down.

L couldn't breath. His hair barely reached Raito's face as he came slowly closer.

Closer.

Closer.

L kept thinking he wasn't really. Trying to kiss Raito.

While he was sleeping.

He almost was to his mouth...

And he stopped.

He couldn't. He wanted Raito to be there.

Wither it was real or not, he had to be there.

So he leaned his forehead against Raito's mouth.

Because he would have him.

Raito had to belong to somebody.

It had to be him.

But first he had to fix him.

It was funny, because L never thought about suspects like this before.

But L didn't think about anything when he climbed into the bed next to Raito's.

L was feeling juvenile. So what if he wanted Raito to scream and freak out a tad when he woke up?