iPod's A/N: Okay, how long did it take to get out this new chapter? Very. Both of us are to blame here. Chips took forever writing her part of the chapter. For. Ever. But I wasn't much better. Once she (finally) finished it and sent it to me, I just saved and left it. I don't even know how long I had the chapter before finally opening it up and beta`ing both our parts. So, our apologies for making you wait forever. We're sorry if you're too old to read now because of our late update, lol.

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Death Note.

Light's POV

He all but dragged me around the building. Where were we going?

Wait, we were probably going to start working so we could catch Kira and-...

We just passed the Task Room. Never mind.

Maybe he needs to see Watari?

Wait. Damn. Watari was probably in the Task Room too.

Er... he just wanted to see Matsuda...? Oh, to Hell with it. "Where are we going?"

"I'm hungry," he answered, turning into the kitchen.

I kept walking behind him but as he turned, I felt a tiny tug on my wrist. As I looked down, I saw the chain.

Suddenly, my appetite was gone.

I really was going to be chained to this man all day every day.

L, however, was completely oblivious to my dilemma and just went straight to the refrigerator. He took out a large white box, which I guessed contained cake.

Did he ever worry about running out of the stuff? He's always eating it. Logically, there should be a point in time when he has none left.

Who eats cake 24/7 anyway?

I felt a bit of anger and something else rise up in me; I pushed both of them down. I needed to show L I wasn't Kira so getting angry wouldn't help much.

Instead, I tried being nice. So, I took a step forward so I could shut the refrigerator door for him, since his arms were filled with (disgusting, cavity-inducing) cake.

He just turned around and kicked the door close.

I gave him a funny look. Couldn't he just have waited two seconds for me to close it for him?

"Light-kun," he said, directing my attention to him.

I looked him directly in the eyes. Surrounded by dark circles (did he ever sleep?) were two wide black orbs. The were so deep, like I could stare into them forever, but so shallow, like I was just looking at a mirror. I could even see my reflection. His eyes were so-

"-me a fork?"

I blinked. What'd he just say? Something about a fork...?

"A fork...?" I asked, hopeful my hearing was right. This time I tried paying attention to him so instead of looking at his eyes, I looked above his head.

Which only made me stare at his hair.

It was about as dark as his eyes and looked like it hadn't been brushed in months. My hair rarely had a single knot in it.

We were so different.

Something in me- probably the neat freak- wanted to run my fingers through his hair, combing through knots and feeling the silky hair.

Wait... What?

Before I could continue thinking (well, actually wondering what the Hell just happened), I noticed his mouth was moving.

"...to eat my cake."

Crap. What was he saying now? Piecing two and two together, I figured he probably wanted a fork for his cake.

"... Oh." I opened a drawer. It was filled with spoons.

Okay. An entire drawer of spoons. Nope, not weird at all.

Without a word, I closed it and opened another.

More spoons.

What. The Hell.

I opened another and hoped there were no spoons.

Knives. Okay, that's better.

One knife stood out to me. It was pretty big. Something in me wanted to reach it. I lifted my hand off the drawer handle.

Shaking my head, I pulled my hand away and slammed the drawer shut. Grabbing a knife as big as that would just raise my Kira percentage, I knew.

I opened the last drawer, hoping it wasn't filled with more spoons- otherwise I'd develope a phobia of the thing and become extremely paranoid- or more knives- otherwise I'd be sent to death row within five minutes flat.

Forks.

Thank God.

I grabbed one and held it out to him, somewhat proud I managed to find it.

Even though that was the only drawer left. Irrelevant.

Wait, how is he going to grab-?

!

He leaned forward and took the fork- which was about an inch from my hand- within his mouth, making my face turn red.

I looked away, trying to remain calm and control my blush. And especially trying to keep my thoughts in control. Trying not to think about L's pale pink lips, soft silky hair, deep dark ey-.

Wait. Stop it.

Gently, I shook my head. I couldn't be thinking about stuff like that, especially since we're connected by this chain and I might not- knowing L- be able to even use the restroom by myself so I could-

Damn it, Light. Stop.

Forget about L. I'm probably the pervert.

While I was stuck in Pervert Land (Population: Me), L already dragged me into the Task Room.

I was right. Watari was in there.

I stopped for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being right.

It's not as if I'm not right often. Hell, I'm almost always right. But for some reason- probably since L just loved proving me wrong every time he got the chance- this time felt different.

I felt proud.

I smiled and sat up straight in my chair.

"Nom, nom..."

I slumped back down. That noise was ruining my moment. I turned to L, who was eating the cake by the truckload. It was as if Aizawa would steal the cake if L didn't eat it fast enough.

I glared at L half-heartedly; it wasn't such a big deal but part of me was still mad.

He's such a pig. He isn't even using a napkin. Look, he just got cake on the side of his lips.

I felt some strong impulse, something pulling me towards him. For some reason, I imagined myself licking the piece of cake off.

My eyes widened.

What? No. That thought didn't come from me. Whatever. I don't like L like that.

Turning away- trying to hide the blush- I faced my computer.

Which showed L's reflection in it. Damn.

I stared directly at the corner of L's lips, where the cake remained.

For some reason, the cake being there was really bothering me.

I tried forgeting about it but that just led to thinking about L's hair again.

Which was probably soft...

I glared at myself in the reflection of me on the screen. There's something wrong with me. I mean, I'm thinking about L like he's some kind of girl.

Well, if I liked girls anyway.

He's a guy. If I keep acting like this, I'm pretty sure even Matsuda could figure out I liked guys which means my putting up with Misa would've been for nothing.

I shuddered. That girl was creepy.

I smiled, glad L got me away from her this week. A phone call wasn't that bad.

...

Then again, this is Misa.

I groaned. I hated that girl.

L turned towards me and, responsively, I did too. My eyes went directly to that bit of cake still on the corner of his lips. Damn.

"Is Light-kun okay?" he asked, hearing me groan.

"Yeah, I'm fi-." I choked, swallowing hard. He tilted his head even more, just like a little puppy.

What was wrong with me? I never had a hard time talking before. Hell, I was practically a god of using words. I'd twist them, switch them around, bend them backwards, forwards, and backwards again, even snap them in half. I could control other's words as well as my own. So why couldn't I say something as simple as, 'I'm fine, L?'

I shook my head slightly. It was that piece of cake. My OCD couldn't handle it and it was messing me up. "No, I'm not. Ryuzaki, you have a piece of cake on your mouth and it's bothering me."

"Why would cake crumbs bother you?" he droned on in a monotone.

'Maybe because it's an entire slice, not just a crumb!' I wanted to yell. Instead, I sighed aggravatedly, stood up, grabbed a napkin from my pocket (what? I carry them just in case. What if I sneezed in my hands and had no tissue? Exactly my point) and dabbed it on my tongue, wetting it slightly.

Leaning over, I wiped the bit of frosting from his mouth, very satisfied with myself. I sat down with a smile.

"There." I turned back to the computer.

... Shit. What did I just do?

I faced L, trying to see a reaction. He didn't look shocked or disgusted or anything like that. He looked confused.

I turned away, blushing. At least he didn't raise my percentage or something. Knowing L, he could've found a connection with that to Kira.

I saw him moving out of the corner of my eye. I looked, moving my head a quarter of a degree.

And immediately wished I didn't. My face was really red and I was about to faint due to the sudden increase of heat.

He was licking at where I wiped the cake.

Or, more importantly, at where the napkin- with my saliva- was.

Fuck. That was actually hot. And his innocent face didn't help. But I'm not into L... right?

...

I squeezed my eyes shut.

No. That's disgusting, I tried telling myself. But it was of no use. The damage was done; it was too late.

I already had a crush on L.

I lifted a hand to run it through my hair.

As I did, I heard the clanking of metal. Bigger fuck.

And I was chained to him.

Biggest possible fuck ever.

L's POV

"Nom, nom..." Strangely enough, that sound emitted from me.

I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Light was glaring at me. I ignored this, continuing to eat my cake. His evil-eye wasn't going to stop me from enjoying my cake.

As I ate, I got lost in my thoughts again.

If Light was originally Kira, he wasn't showing any signs now. His power could have transferred to someone else… But then, wouldn't it be impossible to capture Kira? The power would just transfer from person to person. And every time I manage to capture the current Kira, it would just transfer again.

Or, at least, this is what would happen if my theory is correct.

Then... then what's the point in trying? This case may take years and years to solve. What if it gets boring? I'll probably be tempted to work on a different case, while Kira continues killing criminals.

... No, wait. If I give up... that means I lose.

I cannot lose.

I will not lose.

I-

My thoughts were interrupted by a groan from Light. I instinctively turned towards him. "Is Light-kun okay?" I asked, slightly concerned for no particular reason.

"Yeah, I'm fi-." He stopped mid-sentence. It looked like he gulped. Puzzled, I subconsciously tilted my head to the side. Light shook his head, muttering, "No, I'm not. Ryuzaki, you have a piece of cake on your mouth and it's bothering me."

I stared, utterly confused. "Why would cake crumbs bother you?"

I got cake crumbs everywhere, all the time. It wasn't bothersome at all. As long as Watari made sure to vacuum it up later, so that there were no ants crawling all around it.

I watched as Light didn't even bother answering, but instead grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

Most people would ask why he had a napkin in his pocket. However, I am not most people. I carry napkins sometimes. Just in case I touch something germy.

Light wet the napkin with his tongue, then...

He wiped the frosting away with his saliva-covered napkin. Off the corner of my mouth.

"There," he said as he turned away. I barely heard him. I stared into space, confusion most likely etched across my face.

After a moment of spacing out, I was able to pull myself back into reality.

I could still feel the spot where he had cleaned the frosting from my lips. It was moist... and warm...

It felt... unusual.

I brushed my tongue against the spot where his saliva lingered. Huh. It tasted… different. No other descriptive word is possible to explain what it tasted like.

I continued licking it, without even considering why. I just... did.

Which is odd, because I usually think before taking action.

After the taste of his saliva faded away into my own flesh, I stopped lapping at my lips.

I glanced over at Light. He was staring at his computer screen intently. So intently that he was most likely thinking instead of doing research.

I quietly rolled my chair towards his, leaning over his shoulder and staring at the computer. He didn't seem to notice.

I decided to get his attention but all I got out was, "Ligh-," before he jumped up. His shoulder hit my chin.

Hard.

I whimpered as pain pulsed through my jaw. Meanwhile, Light had finished his momentary spazz attack, and noticed me in pain. He began to stammer out a bunch of "sorry"s, looking more concerned than ever.

"I'm fine," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

'Why do you care?' my mind spat, but I kept the thought to myself. "Yes."

I rubbed my chin, hoping it would dull the pain.

No such luck.

Ow. That hurt.

iPod's A/N: Yeah, Chips still has nothing to say. But, I just have to ask. Did anyone read the last line and go, "Oh my gosh! That's what L said during his and Light's first handcuff fight!" or no? Anyone? Anyone?
-Crickets-
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