A/N: So I decided to time-skip to the time where L and Light are bound by handcuffs. I like most of the fanfics about that, seriously. But now, it's time to give Lira a yaoi-infested mind just like her creator (yours truly). Oh, and by the way, LINES IN ITALICS ARE EITHER DREAM SEQUENCES OR THOUGHTS.


Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

---Chapter 10---

----Bound----

The path was very dark and every footstep she made echoes throughout the small space around her. It was so cold, almost as cold as winter. She could only blame it to an air conditioner going on full blast somewhere unseen by her eyes. In fact, she cannot even see anything in this darkness. All she can do is use her other senses to feel her way through this dark and cold place.

She took careful steps forward, her arms feeling around helplessly, trying to find something solid to hold onto. She failed at that attempt but as her eyes looked forward, she saw a tiny speck of light. She broke into a run towards that tiny speck of light, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she watched the light grow larger as she grew closer to it.

The light seems to be coming from inside a door that was partly open. She tiptoed as she neared the door and stuck out an arm and swung it in slowly, afraid to disturb whoever it was inside that room. She then stepped in slowly and quietly and saw a view that gave her the shock of her life.

She saw her beloved boy genius straddling his prime suspect as they locked in a very deep and wet kiss. Their tongues were currently in a fierce battle for dominance and a hand of the boy genius is resting on the suspect's chest, trying to push him down and win this game. She noted in her confusion and shock that their hand were bound to each other's by handcuffs. Curse those damn handcuffs. She tried to open her mouth to scream, to let out at least a small portion of all the feeling building up inside her but failed. Her voice never came out.

The two, sensing a presence from the doorway, broke their kiss and her beloved genius locked eyes with her licking his lips as if to say 'he's a better kisser than you are'. She was so shocked and overwhelmed by how seductive and lustful her beloved looked at the moment – riiiiiing! The fire alarm or something rang from somewhere far away, and Lira turned to look for where it came from …

Lira awoke with a start as she heard her alarm clock ring on her bedside table. She hated the morning, alright. She hated the whole process of getting up, fixing the bed and getting ready for work. And she doesn't like it even more now that she lives with L in his so-called headquarters where he conducts the Kira investigation. She's also creeped out with the knowledge that somewhere in this building, Kira and his damn pop star girlfriend is being held as prisoners. Lira got up and fixed her bed and proceeded to her dresser, noting how bad her bed hair was. That's another one on her list of why she hates mornings. Bed hair is always a pain to deal with. She picked up a wide-toothed comb and started battling with her bed hair as best as she can.

When her hair was back to its straight and manageable form, she then proceeded to her closet where she picked out the clothes she will be wearing that day and pulled them out, laying them on her bed. She then proceeded to her shoe rack next to the closet and chose a pair that would suit her outfit for today. When that has been dealt with, she pulled out some underwear from her drawers and tugged at her hot-pink bath towel hanging from a chair near her dresser and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After making sure that the water heater is running, she stripped off of her clothes and stepped sleepily under the shower. Damn, too hot! She thought as the water hit her back in full force, almost making her back burned raw. She lavished on her toiletries and everything she uses is strawberry scented from her shower gel down to the shampoo she uses. It usually takes her about an hour, at the very least to get herself washed.

The bathroom mirror has already fogged when she stepped out of the shower feeling very much refreshed. She then went on to her other daily morning activities like dressing up, drying and fixing her hair and putting on makeup. After all of that was done, she slipped in the train pass and her purse on the front zipper of her Louis Vuitton backpack and picked up her laptop bag and went downstairs to have breakfast prepared by Watari. As she reached the last few steps leading to the main room and heard a very familiar and unwelcome voice.

"Valentine-sensei?" Lira turned to look at the source of that voice and came face to face with her least-favorite student – Light Yagami.

"What are you doing in this place?" The inspector's son asked his teacher as Lira descended the stairs indifferently and sat on the breakfast table and Watari bustled off to serve her breakfast.

"I actually live here, Mr. Yagami," Lira answered in a matter-of-fact way, sipping on her coffee.

"You mean you are living with L?" The boy questioned further.

"Ever since we were children, Mr. Yagami," Lira said and was glad to see the look of shock in his eyes. It was like taking revenge to the man whom her beloved L had obsessed himself with for the past months. She then noted a shiny metal protruding from the cuff of his shirt and saw that it led to her L's arm.

"What's that thing?" she asked, pointing at the protruding metal from both men's sleeve as Watari set down a breakfast for a king in front of her, consisting of all her favorite things.

"These are handcuffs, baby. I've decided to believe his claim that he is innocent and in return, he will be helping me with the Kira investigation and to make sure he does, I bound myself to him with these," L explained, raising his arm, the metal clinking on its wake. The Yagami boy, looking anything but pleased. Bingo! A voice sang in Lira's head.

"Since when did you decide to do this?" Lira asked, raising an eyebrow as she began eating her breakfast.

"Since last night, Shadow. They almost beat the crap out of each other," Watari replied, pouring her some more coffee.

"So I see, you have a new fetish, eh? Strawberry-san?" Lira smirked a while later, as she got up and picked up her bags and got ready to leave for work.

"W- wait! What are all there name stuff you've been using on each other? What's this like – a codename or something?" Light asked, feeling very much left out of everything they are all talking about.

"It's something we've picked up since childhood, Yagami-kun. And, from what I've heard, Kira needs a name and a face to kill and you questioning about our little name game raised my suspicion of you being Kira has been raised to – 10 percent," Lira said, disappearing behind the automatic doors leading away from that room. Lira can faintly hear the boy's scream of 'I told you guys that I am not Kira!' through the door and she smiled at the thought of a new game.

Damn, she would enjoy tormenting Yagami Light to no end.

A/N: That was short, I know but I'm kinda not in the mood to write right now since my 2009 did not start as pleasantly and happily as I expected it to be (note: dead man in the household). So, I give this short chapter to you with a perverted yaoi-thinking Lira (in the dream sequence, that is) and the naughty side of her. Have fun. Oh, and I know that the setting wherein L and Light were bound to each other are totally different from what I wrote but that's how the scene popped out of my head, dream sequence, morning routine, dialogue and the works. You can call it crack, I won't be angry, promise!