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4th September

Light leaned back on his chair balancing on two legs. He had his arms folded up behind his head as he pushed the chair in a rocking motion whilst Aizawa glared daggers at him. The following day Light had caught up on the case, reading through reports on the victims and holding small stilted conversations with his father. 'But it's not like he isn't trying.' And he was, Light hadn't expected the interactions with his father to go smoothly, but it wasn't as terrible as he'd thought. 'This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be. I wonder if the museum heist is still going to happen.' He'd gotten an email the previous night from one of the villain gangs asking if he was interested in tagging along, he'd sent back a 'maybe' as he wasn't sure if he would be doing anything. Now he was considering taking them up on the offer. He'd just let the chair fall to its feet, drawing the attention of those not already looking, when Matsuda burst into the room in a rush.

"We've got another one, it's just been called in." He said loudly, spurring the detectives into action as they got to their feet and flowed out of the room.

L walked beside Light, grabbing his arm and tugging him along as though he'd known Light was planning on bailing just before. Watari walked ahead as the officers decided who was going with whom. 'It's not as though we're not all going to the same place anyway.' Light couldn't help but scorn as they walked to the parked cars. It was decided that Light was going with L, his father and Matsuda, whilst Watari, Mogi and Aizawa took a car together. 'No doubt to keep us separated.' Light had to admit it was a smart plan on L's side, despite the fact that Light could kill Aizawa without a touch at any given time, the way his emotions flared up when in the man's presence meant he could still kill him by mistake with a single touch. Hence the reason why he was wearing clothing reminiscent to the style he'd worn back when he was gaining control.

Minutes later they were pulling to a stop on a park side curb, L pulling on a police cap and pulling it low over his face for some semblance of secrecy. Flashing lights of police cars and cameras distracted Light as he followed his father, Matsuda and L under the police tape, each of them ignoring questions that were thrown at them by over eager reporters. The public toilet appeared to be the scene of the crime, photographers and forensic personal walking around with evidence bags as they cleared the site. They met up with Mogi, Aizawa and Watari who had just finished speaking to the coroner.

"Akira Imoo, 22 years old, male. He was electrocuted when one of the light fixtures came loose and hit the water, the taps still running. It didn't happen all that long ago, about ten minutes." Aizawa said, leading the large group to where the body lay slumped against the sink. The putrid smell of cooked flesh still filled the air, along with a sickly sweet smell Light couldn't identify, and he couldn't help but lift his hand to cover his nose and mouth from the smell.

"Did anyone see anything? It's practically the middle of the day, not to mention the killer may have stuck around to watch the fallout." Chief Yagami said, leaning down to inspect the body.

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Chief Yagami looked away from the burnt hand of the corpse, eyes catching on his sons pale face before turning to Mogi and Matsuda. "Ask if anyone saw anything, people with phones and cameras should be asked if they caught any pictures of the killer or even the victim." The pair nodded and took off without a word. "What do you think Ryuzaki?"

The detective had walked around the body, nibbling on his thumb before he came to a rest. "Most killers leave behind evidence, they either mess up in some way or purposely leave behind clues. This one doesn't even take any souvenirs, there's no pattern to his kills and he's secure enough in his abilities that he's able to kill in broad daylight in the middle of a park. Almost as though he knows what to do, to avoid being caught." He trailed off with a contemplative look.

"So he had training of some sort?" Chief Yagami asked, thinking if they could maybe discover a file on the suspect.

"He would have not been able to get through the training without getting caught." Watari said, speaking for the first time in what felt like days.

"That's not necessarily true." Light cut in, voice muffled by the hand he still had held over his mouth and nose. "Low level shinigami Powers don't always display at 16 years. Misa was 24, Teru 28 and Kyomi 20, the killer could have been a late bloomer, or he managed to get away with using contacts or something." He turned away from the body, his other hand running through his hair in agitation. "God, what's that smell?" He hissed walking out of the bathroom without another word.

Chief Yagami watched as he left, conflicted on how to go about comforting his son. "He does have a point. I remember those cases, they were Levels 2 through 4. Mikami was the Level 4 and according to reports, he didn't display signs of being a shinigami Power until after his 23rd birthday. Our suspect is roughly in that age group, and unless someone was helping him out beforehand…" He trailed off as the three of them left the crime scene.

Light was leaning up against the side of the building, hands by his side as he watched Mogi and Matsuda work. Aizawa let out a small scoff of disgust, undoubtedly not planning on the chief hearing, when he saw Light. "Aizawa, go find out what Mogi and Matsuda have found out." Chief Yagami ordered, harsher then he usually would. Aizawa didn't say anything in response, walking straight over to the pair.

"I doubt that simply sending him off on an errand will change his attitude towards Light-kun," L commented as he slouched over to Light.

'I don't know what else to do without alienating them both.' He thought to himself as he continued walking with Watari.

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"Something wrong Light-kun?" L asked as he joined the younger man. "I'm sure that you would be used to the sight of bodies by now." He finished once he reached Light's side.

"Just thinking of a heist I missed out on." The young man said, stuffing his covered hands into his pockets. "I've had enough quality time with you heroes, I'm heading off. There's a new café that recently opened up that has pretty decent coffee." He turned on his heel and began to amble away. "You're welcome to join me of course!" He called out over his shoulder.

'Hmm, go with Light to a café where there's sure to be cake, or stay here at a crime scene with people unable to hold a decent conversation.' The choice was obvious. "I'll go with you, Light-kun." He replied, quickening his pace to catch up with the young man who'd come to a stop.

They walked together in silence, L observing as Light managed to weave his way through the crowd without coming in contact with a single person. It wasn't until they got separated for a second time that L reached out and linked his fingers with Light's gloved ones that L realized that the young man was practically dancing out of the way. The café was closer then L had pictured, he had assumed it was in the villain sector and therefore roughly an hour or so away, instead it was only a 15 minute walk and they were both promptly seated and served.

"You can let go of my hand now Ryuzaki." Light said with a small smile.

L looked down at their entwined hands, only just remembering that he'd linked them in the first place before he looked back up at Light. "I like them how they are," He said, eyes searching for signs of how Light was going to respond. He was given a shy smile as Light pushed up his sunglasses and looked at L with amber eyes.

"I like them that way to." Light replied, rubbing his thumb gently over L's hand. Their orders came and they spent the rest of the afternoon covering topics they hadn't managed the previous lunch. A warm glow filling L the entire time as he realized he'd finally found someone he could spend the rest of his years with.