I should unchain him.

I really should.

I should.

But I won't.

"Ryuzaki, do you still think I'm Kira," he asked me, his smooth, silky voice not only sounded angry, but also hurt.

"I will always think you are Kira," I responded simply.

I've realized that short and simple answers were best when talking to someone who didn't return the same human urges I so strongly felt for him. I had never been a normal teenage boy, never a raging ball of hormones.

I was making up for it now, though. I knew I was. I wished it would just stop. I wished I could convict Light Yagami of being Kira before I lost it.

By losing it, I'm not sure if I meant my mind or my virginity.

Light had been staring at me angrily. He turned away and continued to focus on the case. All of his energy was being put into this case.

I was jealous. I was more jealous than I had ever been in my life. I don't get jealous easily. I only ever got jealous when I was little, when I saw happy children with their happy parents.

And this was worse. Worse by far. When I was younger, I thought the only thing I wanted, and ever would want, was a happy family. I was wrong. So, so wrong. I want him. I need him.

Light Yagami, you are far too beautiful for your own good, I thought to myself. My eyes slowly drifted away from him

"Why?" he began. He didn't turn to me, but I knew he was talking to me and not himself.

"Why what?" I asked, not turning to him either.

"You look at me the way Misa does. Why?" Light slowly turned to me. I was confused, but only for a split second. Do I? Do I look at him like a giggling fangirl? I wrinkled m nose with disdain at the thought I could ever look like them.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

"Don't say that to me! I'm not imagining it! You stare at me like there's something you want to say to me, like there's something you can't say. Like there's something between us you're unsure about, and I don't understand it at all!"

"Light, calm down," I began. I chose my words carefully, as if he simply made a mistake and I had to show him where he was wrong.

Except he made no mistake, and I didn't have to show him where he was wrong. I had to prove him wrong by finding some sort of loophole in his logic. But could something so correct have a loophole? There must be one. I must find one.

"Light, I think you should rest. Do you want some cake?" I offered, attempting in vain to change the subject.

"No, Ryuzaki," he answered. "I just want to know what you're not telling me."

I frowned. What was I going to say? Oh, sorry about not telling you earlier, Light, but I'm 99 percent sure that I'm in love with you. Like that would work.

"I don't think you're working as hard as you could be," I blurted out. "You're work seems to be getting worse instead of better, and I'm disappointed. Are you happy now?"

I looked at the clock. The other members of the task force were all busy and hadn't been around much. Actually, I had told them to take a few days off. I had told them that they couldn't work in their conditions and forced them home. I wanted to monitor Light in private. I didn't know that everything would change because we were alone. I was alone with him. I felt the familiar feeling by my legs whenever I thought about being alone with him.

Misa was out for the day with Mogi.

We were absolutely alone. Dear God.

I shivered. Something was tickling me. I Moved my shoulders, trying to get rid of the itch, when I felt something on my neck.

Hot breath.

I turned, my face inches away from Light's.

"Ryuzaki," he whispered. He laid his hand between my legs and smiled when it was harder than it should be. "I've been waiting for this."