"Raito!" Misa burst cheerfully into L and Light's apartment, not waiting for either of them to answer the door. The two men were sitting as far apart as the couch, and their chain link would allow, both of them looking terribly uncomfortable as Misa leapt onto the couch between them and threw her arms around Light. L once again had his knees pressed together, hiding his lingering state of arousal, and Light similarly had one knee crossed over the other.
In a way, L was thankful that Misa had interrupted; he was unsure what he might have said or done if he were to succmb completely to Light's will. Light, on the other hand, considered this a whole new reason to detest Misa; the girl was more annoying than helpful. If it weren't for Rem, he could confidently say he would have done away with her by now.
Instead of looking at Misa, both men were locked in a cold stare, unable to tear their minds off what had happened just moments before. Misa didn't seem to take much notice, if any at all. She was completely focused on her daily chore of forcing herself upon Light. Light was focused on getting his hormones back under control, and L was just trying to make himself look away.
"Aren't you ever going to take this thing off?" Misa whined at L, tugging annoyedly at the chain that kept the two men connected. She hoped that one of these days she would be able to get through to him. She figured he could only hold out against her charm for so long; afterall, he had made a couple half-assed attempts at flirting with her already, though with someone like him, she couldn't really tell if he was serious or not.
"We'll see." L responded quietly, barely giving her a glance before returning his gaze to Light. He never seemed to really enjoy Misa's presence, despite the fact that they were allegedly dating. In fact, it usually seemed quite the opposite, which only served to fuel his suspicions of Light.
Light looked down at Misa, as she sat on his lap and rested her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and he wondered for a brief moment if she would notice L's scent clinging so desperately to his clothes, though he would be surprised if the girl ever noticed anything. It was amazing; she pressed herself against him constantly, and even now, when he could look directly down her blouse, he felt nothing. It wasn't as if she weren't attractive. But the minor physical attraction he felt for Misa was absolutely nothing compared to what he had felt just minutes before. Why was it that this man, his worst enemy, could put him in such a state without doing anything, and as hard as she tried, his own "girlfriend" could not?
"There's no 'We'll See'!" Misa continued her complaining. "You need to hurry up and accept that he's not Kira so we can go on dates again. Huh, Raito-kun!" She nudged him affectionately, and he merely nodded in response. "I need him back. Y'know?"
"Yes, I understand miss Amane, but this is all for the investigation, you see. When will you realize that you can't just say he isn't Kira, based on the fact that you are blinded by your love for him?" Inside, L was smirking ever-so-slightly, but on the outside, he wore the same prying, analytical expression that he always did.
Misa gave him a hurt expression, but soon buried her face in the folds of Light's shirt. She wished he would put his arm around her, or something, but as always, Light did nothing but sit there and look bored. The whole time, L could do nothing but ponder how pecuiliar Light was. 'Congratulations Raito, you're at about 18 percent now...'
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Author's Note: Yes, I know, back to the short chapters DX But I'm currently trying to figure out how to portray the next scene I've come up with, so hold tight.