Okay, sue me. I update very slowly, I know. Don't shoot please! I keep randomly remembering this story…so yeah; here's the next chapter. Hope you like.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Death Note or its characters. Hikari and Tomo are © to me though.

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Chapter five

What's wrong with me?

Hikari, Light, and Ryuzaki sat on the schools steps. Hikari, sitting on the concrete block elevated off the ground, with her legs hanging off the side. Light, sitting on the step next to her with his legs spread in a very guy-ish way, and Ryuzaki sitting with his legs close to his chest.

Their classmates passed them, the girls painted with jealousy, guys painted in awe. School was over and Hikari, Light, and Ryuzaki were deciding what to do that night.

"Movies?" Hikari suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Light smiled at Hikari, earning a glare from Ryuzaki.

"Yeah."

"All right. I'll see you guys there at 6:30?"

"You sure will." Light said, being his flirtatious self.

"Yeah." Ryuzaki said, still glaring at Light, who was beaming at Hikari.

Hikari waved and turned on her heel. She had a Death Note, itching to be used before 6:30.

"What the hell was that?" Ryuzaki accused.

"What was what?" Light asked, playing confused.

"That!" Ryuzaki pointed to Hikari's retreating back. "You were flirting with her!"

"Yeah, so? Is that a problem?"

Ryuzaki's eyes widened in shock, a blush creeping onto his face, then he looked away.

"Is it?" Light appeared in Ryuzaki's line of vision. "'Cause if you don't want her," Light looked at her and licked his lips, "I'll take her."

Ryuzaki stood up in a fury. He stormed off in the direction of their apartment. Light waited a few minutes before leaving too. He knew that Ryuzaki liked Hikari. He could tell by his reaction. By flirting with Hikari, he could most likely push Ryuzaki into making a move. I'm a genius! Light thought to himself as he walked down the street.

Ryuzaki's eyes burned and his heart throbbed. He was most definitely going to lose Hikari to Light. Did he even have her in the first place? Could he lose something he never had? All these questions were giving him a migraine. He was losing his deductive skills. His passion for the Kira case. His… ability to concentrate. Somehow all his thoughts always ended in Hikari's face, or voice, or smell.

"Gahhhhh!!" Ryuzaki shrieked, tugging at his hair. The people on the sidewalk near him stopped to look as he had his breakdown. He dropped to his knees as they lost feeling and started shaking. He keeled over as his heart bashed into his ribcage, aching with every beat. He clutched at his heart, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. He ground his teeth to keep from screaming in confusion. Frustration. Longing. Pain.

Light stopped at the street corner across from Ryuzaki, witnessing all his pain. He clutched at his own chest, feeling his friends suffering through his screams. He jogged up to him and picked him up. Ryuzaki didn't say anything, but bit down on him bottom lip. Light wound his friends arm around his neck and helped him walk back to their apartment.

Light laid Ryuzaki on the couch, where he pulled his knees to his chest. Light noticed a blush creep onto Ryuzaki's cheeks.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked, through dry sobs.

Light smiled gently at him. "I'll call Hikari." He disappeared into the kitchen.

Ryuzaki listened to Light's voice, not really hearing what he was saying. His hands folded into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. How could he lose himself like that? He was usually so in control. Why was he so… so troubled all of a sudden? Did Hikari really mean that much to him? After only a few days of knowing her?

"I love her?"

Light nodded where he waited behind the couch. He didn't say anything, deciding Ryuzaki needed to figure this out on his own. Ryuzaki put his thumb on his lower lip and hugged his knees tighter to his chest. He was afraid. Afraid of what might happen. What he might become. What she might say.

A knock on the door jumbled his thoughts. Ryuzaki sat up and Light looked through the peephole.

"Who is it?" Ryuzaki asked.

"Hikari!" Light gasped.

"I thought you told her not to come!" He whispered frantically, rising quickly and tidying up.

"I did!" Light yelled in a whisper, helping his friend clean.

"What did you tell her?"

"That you got sick again."

Ryuzaki rolled his eyes, and leapt onto the couch. He tried to do his best sick impression while Light unlocked the door.

"I thought I'd come here instead." Hikari said simply, waltzing right on in. She held a huge bowl of popcorn and a few movies. She was wearing blue plaid pajama bottoms and a white tank top.

Light shut the door behind her and sighed quietly.

"I'm not intruding, am I?" Hikari asked suddenly, looking embarrassed.

"Oh, not at all." Ryuzaki assured her, patting the couch beside him. She sat happily. Was she always so cute? Ryuzaki thought, blushing. She poked him in the cheek, "You okay? You look flushed."

"I'm fine!" Ryuzaki laughed, shooting a look at Light, who shrugged apologetically.

Hikari smiled and popped in the DVD as Light sat on her other side.

Ryuzaki's heart thumped. With this newfound knowledge bouncing around in his head, Hikari's hand looked warm and comforting sitting on her knee as she sat in the dark beside him. He wanted to hold it. Her body looked perfect, draped in the warm glow from the television. He wanted to hold it against his own. Her lips looked inviting, almost delicious. He wanted to kiss them.

The temptation was killing him. His face warmed and turned red as he made the most exhilarating and terrifying move he had ever made in his life. Even when he was acting with the police as L, trying to find Kira.

He reached slowly for Hikari's hand.