This is Friday. I don't own Death Note or Chopin's iNocturne in E-minor/i, which is a great classical song.

Nocturne in E-minor

He hadn't expected to have L, the great detective and Kira's enemy, in his arms at iany/i time. They still held the same position after some hours but his arms started to ache. Watari had run in a few seconds after L's staggering and falling, but when he saw Light held L and L was content in staying there, he nodded approvingly in Light's direction and left again.

Now, after holding L for six hours (this was how many hours Light thought had passed), Light lowered both of them to the ground, planted L in his lap and started to stroke L's surprisingly soft hair. L moved a little and Light started but L only put his thumb to his lower lip, finding his thinking position again.

'Why am I here, Light-kun?'

He looked at L and received a less blank stare as usual back. He was hypnotized by L's black eyes and therefore answered truthfully.

'You fell and I caught you. As to why I am still holding you... I... I just didn't let go of you.' iAnd you are so soft.../i

'O.' L then worked himself closer to Light. 'Well, I don't mind at all.'

Light watched L retrieve his phone from his pocked and start to punch the buttons very quickly.

A few minutes later Watari came in and brought L some of his favorite sweets. L immediately stuck a lollipop in his mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes off L. The man was an interesting subject... Too bad he was to be killed soon. If it weren't for that Kira-part in him, he would try to win L for him, which would probably be easy as pie. iHe/i didn't want to kill L, only iKira/i wanted this!

He felt a part of him get excited by the thought of getting L and he bit his lips to contain a moan. L looked at him in surprise and shifted a little in his arms and on his lap, then yelping as he found what Light's problem was. L now stared in shock at him and Light hung his head low, a blush creeping up his face. Yes, he was ashamed of his display, but on the other hand... he liked L's reaction. Perhaps he was a voyeur and he himself an exhibitionist...

No, they couldn't do anything. The Task Force would arrive in half an hour or so.

'I'm sorry, L. I didn't mean to...'

'Shht, Light', L whispered. 'Don't say anything.' L kissed him and then came to his feet. 'I shouldn't be here in the first place.'

Then he left him.