Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor the Flowing Tears' song upon which this is semi-based.

Warning: Eventual boy on boy action.

A/N: Since I'm not particularly creative when it comes to thinking up plots, I am going to be using certain events that do happen in the actual show, but change them a bit... or have them occur differently during the timeline, etc. Just so you are aware.

Also, I don't really remember whether they had wiretaps at "headquarters" or not... I know there were cameras, but I can't remember about the wiretaps. I wrote this chapter, thinking that there were wiretaps, so if you know that there weren't, then just pretend that there were. Things that happen around the end of this chapter only make sense if there are wiretaps. I mean, there's got to be, right?... I don't remember. O.o

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Thy Kingdom Gone
Chapter 2: Unhallowed Be Thy Name

Time passed by slowly at headquarters. It sometimes seemed as though the investigation had come to a standstill, with no new evidence presenting itself. Light would have been bored out of his mind, if it wasn't for L's constant, distracting gaze. Of course, the detective had stared at him before, but never to such a ceaseless degree as he was now. It seemed as though every time he glanced in the other's direction, he was met with a pair of wide black eyes looking directly at him, endlessly searching for something unknown on his perfectly sculpted surface.

"It's impolite to stare, Ryuuzaki," he said quietly when he, once again, found the eyes of the hunched man next to him focused openly upon his form.

"I am not staring, Light-kun," was the almost whispered reply he received, as L tilted his head towards him so that he could hear the hushed words.

Leaning back in his chair and letting a small sigh escape his lips, he asked, "Then what, exactly, are you doing?"

"I am thinking and I am searching, Light-kun. The word 'staring' implies that I am doing nothing but looking at something that I can see with my eyes."

Light frowned. And what was he trying to say by that? "Well, whatever you're searching for, I hope you are able to find it," he said, coating every word with the artificial friendship that the two of them had somehow silently agreed to contrive between them.

L smiled one of his awkward smiles, tilting his head forward. "Thank you, Light-kun. Your support is very important to me."

The boy stiffened slightly in his chair and returned to his computer screen, still looking at L through the corner of his eye. He could tell that the detective was up to something, but what exactly that was, he still had no clue. The fact that he couldn't figure it out frustrated him to no end.

During the night, Light was able to sleep again. It was a fact that he should have been thankful for, but, instead, he cursed it with his entire being. He would rather return to his short-lived insomnia than be subjected to the horrifying dreams he experienced night after night, sleeping next to L in their bed.

Though the subject matter between each individual dream differed slightly, there was always one constant that remained throughout every single one of them. Every night, in his head, he'd have sex with L. Sometimes, this was accompanied by violence, and even death, sometimes it was nothing but the simple act itself. And then there were times when the L in his dreams would look deeply into his eyes and move his mouth as though he was speaking, but no sound would pass through his lips. There would be nothing but silence as the person that resembled himself moved roughly inside of the pale body beneath him.

He sometimes wondered if L knew, if that was the reason for his staring. He wondered if he'd done something to give himself away, if he maybe muttered his thoughts during sleep, or worse. He couldn't ignore the fact that the detective's intense scrutinization of him had begun right after the night his insomnia had been cured and his first dream had plagued him. He couldn't ignore it, but he refused to dwell on it.

And then, the rest all happened so fast. They'd been investigating the Yotsuba Group and finally been able to close in on Higuchi as Kira. He'd been sitting next to L in the helicopter, watching in confusion as various members of the task force passed around a seemingly plain black notebook, only to see their faces instantly twist into expressions of shock and horror, some of them simply freezing, others yelling about some 'monster'. Next to him, L was watching the entire situation calmly, his mouth hanging open just slightly as he contemplated the strange proceedings unfolding before them.

And then the notebook came to the two of them. L held it delicately between his bony fingers and stiffened, a quick intake of breath the only sign that something was wrong. Soon, Light reached for it, and it happened.

It felt like every bone in his body had turned to stone and locked into place, his muscles tightening over them, adding to the feeling of complete and torturous immobility. All the air was forced out of his lungs as his mind entered something akin to a whirlpool. Images and sounds were flying through his head so quickly, he couldn't be sure he was actually perceiving anything, if it wasn't for the lost knowledge that he was regaining. Knowledge of events in his life that were so important, so inherent to him, he couldn't believe it was actually possible he had forgotten them in the first place, whether it was a rule of the Death Note or not.

Because, that was it. That was all. He was Kira. He was the god of the new world.

A smirk instantly broke out onto his face as he saw Rem standing amidst the chaos going on outside, and he angled his body just slightly away from L. Opening the hidden compartment in his watch, he did away with Higuchi, waiting in agitation during those 40 seconds until the ruthless, yet stupid, business man's body fell lifelessly to the ground. Ownership had been returned.

The true Kira had returned.

Back at headquarters, every member of the task force passed the notebook around, taking turns to examine it, while Rem stood quietly in the background, giving vague answers to any questions they might ask her. Light was standing quietly next to L, as the detective flipped through the pages, eventually coming to the back cover, where he saw the fake rules that Ryuk had written.

Everyone was so happy. He'd been cleared. His father smiled one of the most genuine smiles he'd ever seen him display in his entire life, a few unshed tears shining in his eyes as relief washed through him. He almost wanted to laugh at their naiveté, but held himself in check, calmly waiting for their excitement to die down. After a few moments and an almost disbelieving glance in his direction, L called Watari and had him bring in the key to unlock the chain that had kept them bound together for so long.

"Here you are, Ryuuzaki," Watari said upon arriving, handing a small silver key to L with a gloved hand.

"Thank you, Watari." L took it and made his way over to Light, grabbing his shackled wrist and holding it up, placing the key into its hole. With a small turn, the cuff popped open, and he was free. Light held his hand in front of his face, his fingers curling slightly as he looked at it, the limb looking almost strange now that there was no longer any cold metal encasing it.

Just barely within the range of his hearing, he heard L make a hushed exclamation, but paid it no mind, his eyes fixated on the red mark encircling his wrist. A mark that had been left by L. Suddenly, cold, pale fingers were pressing against his wrist, circling around his small bruise. He jumped at the light contact, quickly sucking in his breath, looking up to see L's face hovering closely in front of his own.

"It must've hurt. I am sorry, Light-kun."

He could feel L's thumb brushing against the sensitive flesh of his wrist, could feel his fingernail lightly grazing across his trivial wound.

"Maybe we can find some ointment for that..." the detective murmured, casting his gaze to the side, his hand falling away.

Light stood rigidly, rooted to the spot. He couldn't help but notice that L had yet to unlock his own cuff. Every second that passed by with L not removing his shackle while the one that had been, just moments ago, secured to him was held loosely in one of those pale hands, ate away at something inside of him. Then, all too soon, he heard a soft scraping of metal against metal and closed his eyes, willing himself not to see it.

Later that night, he stood in the darkness of his new room, staring vacantly out one of the windows, the city lights illuminating his still form. It was his own room. Just his. For the first time in quite a while, he was alone. He'd decided to stay at headquarters and work on the investigation, much to the surprise of the other members of the task force. When he had announced his decision, L had just stared at him in disinterest and nodded his consent. It was a logical thing to do in many regards. If he wasn't Kira, there were a million reasons anyone could think of for him to stay with the investigation, and, since he actually was Kira, there were about a million more. And, even still, there was another reason. A reason that made him feel sick to his stomach when he thought about it.

Flexing his hand, he extended each long, slender finger out and back, before curling them into a loose fist. He brought his hand up to his face and, before he even realized what he was doing, he was brushing his lips against his wrist, his hooded eyes blind to everything that was happening outside the window in front of him. His breath tickled against the tiny, and already fading, bruise, the only reminder of the link that had once physically bound him to his greatest enemy.

L was not there. He couldn't see him. He couldn't hear him. He couldn't feel him, smell him or taste him. And there was something entirely wrong about all of that. L's absence was something entirely wrong.

In a sudden outburst, he slammed his hand against the window, his palm pressing stiffly onto the cold glass, the noise the action created cutting harshly through the room. The small red mark was peeking above the edge of his white sleeve, somehow seeming to glare in the darkness around him.

"L..." he whispered hotly into the surrounding silence, for whatever reason, feeling the need to say his name, to let it past his lips and into the air. There was this hideous, unwarranted aggression building inside of him that had nowhere to escape to, that had nothing to do but fester within him.

When he finally decided to go to bed, he slept soundly and dreamt of L's normally impassive face contorting in pleasure, his expressionless voice moaning loudly, his white skin flushing pink, his hunched body arching underneath him. All this happening while he, a sadistic smile twisting his face, emptied himself into the tight confines of the enigmatic man's lithe body.

He awoke the next day and rolled onto his side, still disgusted by his dreams, but no longer surprised by them. Listening to the sound of his own breathing for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth and feeling of lying in bed, he opened his eyes groggily, expecting, anticipating, to see L lying beside him, but there was no one there. He was alone. Trying his best to ignore the sickening feeling of disappointment that washed through him, he got out of bed and went to take a shower; which was so much easier now that he didn't have to do so while maneuvering a chain with L on the other end, who, sitting awkwardly on the toilet, would make needless conversation while waiting for him to finish.

Once he was done, he descended the stairs to the room where the majority of their work took place. L was in his usual position, hunched in front of his computer, with the other members of the task force standing nearby. As he approached them, exchanging routine morning greetings, L gave him what could only be described as a taunting look. Not letting his agitation show on his face, he stood with them as they were apparently waiting for something.

L took a long sip of tea, setting the cup delicately onto its plate and then placed it on the table. "Well, now that Light-kun is here, we may discuss this." He picked up the Death Note, pinching the back cover between his thumb and index finger, angling his hand so that it fell open to reveal the fake rules. He then began to explain his plan to test the 13 day rule using criminals on death row. Watari came on the speaker to announce that all the necessary preparations had been made, and only a few final details were left to take care of.

Out of the corner of his eye, Light saw Rem standing rigidly in the background, listening intently to everything that was being said. Even though her expression never changed, he could almost feel the panic and anger that was beginning to steal over her. Her red eyes were gleaming. He could feel his facial muscles twitching, the corners of his mouth gently being pulled upward into a victorious grin, but, like he always did, he stifled it.

L would be dead. Soon, so unbelievably soon, L would be gone. Rem was going to kill him.

As quickly as his elation came, it vanished. A multitude of emotions swarmed inside of him as the reality of what would inevitably happen hit him square in the face. L would be dead... He would be gone... forever. He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling light-headed, the intensity of his unpredicted reaction knocking him off balance. As the members of the task force discussed L's idea, he let his gaze fall upon the man that was always causing him trouble, looking at him through slightly narrowed eyes. His mind was screaming in rebellion at what he was about to do, but he ignored it.

"Excuse me, but, I have to make a trip to the bathroom. I'll be back in a second," he told the others, his body moving on its own. They all nodded at him and quickly returned to their conversation.

He made his way to the staircase, making a small, barely noticeable beckoning motion with his hand in Rem's direction. She turned her head slightly, pausing for a moment, then disappeared through the wall.

Light slowly and casually walked to his room. He knew that what he was about to do was risky, but he couldn't stop himself. Everyone downstairs was absorbed in their conversation, having no reason to look at the screens. The only person he really had to worry about was Watari, and, if the worst came to pass, he could always convince Rem to kill him.

Upon arriving at his room, he quickly found a notepad and hastily scrawled a message on it, using all of his acting abilities to make the action seem like nothing but a sudden afterthought. Folding the note, he tucked it in his pocket, making sure that it was just barely inside, hanging precariously at the edge of his pocket. He went to the bathroom then, unzipping his fly as Rem materialized from behind a wall, her red eyes gazing at him absently while he took care of business. He made a small noise of surprise upon her arrival, muttering "Damn shinigami," under his breath. Next, he made his way to the sink, one of his hands brushing casually against his pants, causing the note he'd placed there to fall to the ground. Taking a dab of soap from the dispenser, he turned on the faucet, put his hands underneath the stream of water, and waited. After a moment, Rem crouched down and retrieved the note, opening the paper awkwardly with her large claws. Once his hands were clean, he toweled them dry and turned towards Rem, a look of surprise passing over his face.

"Oh, did I drop that?" he asked, noting the look of skepticism on her face. "Thank you for picking it up for me, I guess shinigami aren't all bad, are they?" He smiled and took the note from her, stuffing it in his pocket. He'd dispose of it later. He wouldn't put it past L to have someone, probably Watari, search through his trash bins. He'd probably have to flush it.

Looking at Rem pointedly, he waited for some kind of response to his plea.

Do not kill L. I have a plan which directly involves him. If it comes to fruition, this plan will greatly benefit not only myself, but Misa as well. I don't have time to write it all out right now. I remember that you told me if she dies, I die, and I have kept that in mind. I will keep her safe. I will make L change his mind regarding his current idea. Whatever you do, do not kill him.

After a moment more of thought, she nodded once, uttered a croaking, "You're welcome," and disappeared through the wall.

Smirking, he turned and walked back to join the others. His logic was simple. Despite the fact that he hated L, he couldn't deny that his existence had greatly impacted the world for the greater good. If L and Kira were to join forces, they'd be unstoppable. Once he created his new world, with L by his side, they'd be able to root out any remaining dissent or decay and keep his reign supreme over the chosen population. He'd change L's mind. He'd bring him over to the side of true justice. At least, that was the lie he told himself as he walked down the stairs and saw L's dark eyes instantly lock with his from across the room.

Unhallowed Be Thy Name - FIN

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Thanks for reading! I'm not really happy with the way this chapter turned out, but I think it's okay... Right? You'll tell me what you think, huh? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Anyway, I know there hasn't been a lot of dialogue in this story so far, which kind of annoys me... I didn't necessarily mean for it to come out that way, but that will change with the next chapter. Mmhmm. Yeah. Some interesting conversations comin' up...

Anyway... Review? Wait, I mean... Review! Please and thank you. ^_^