Light's P.O.V.

I was intrigued by the wristband on his wrist. What was the need for it if it was not to be seen? I decided to do to L what he was doing to me. I was going to analyze everything he did, as he analyzed everything I did. That included watching him in the bathroom, so I decided that when he came out this time I was never going to leave his side again.

L/Ryuuzaki's P.O.V.

My next particular trip to the bathroom was for two reasons: I was right in my assumption that I needed to go deeper next time, so I needed more, and I actually needed the bathroom. Again I asked Mr. Mogi if he could watch Light-kun, but before he could respond Light-kun interrupted.
"I'll just come with you, if that's okay."
I knew if I argued it would make me seem suspicious, since I had already made it clear to him and the task force that no privacy was to be spared, so I agreed. I would have to postpone my emotional release for a few more hours. To say the least, I was pissed. (0.0' NO PUN INTENDED… XD)
As we did our business I glanced at Light's wrist. I noticed he was wearing ling sleeves again. When we had decided to keep Light prisoner, he had insisted he wear long sleeves because he was always extremely cold. Now it was summer, and he was still wearing long sleeves. I breifly wondered if he was also a self harmer, but dismissed the thought immediately. How could someone who looked so stable and well grounded be self harming? I at least had a reason. I needed to be emotionless. Self harming helped me do that. Light, he had no excuse. Therefore, he could not be a self harmer.

Light's P.O.V.

Was he looking at my wrist? Why would he do that? Did he suspect me of cutting already? I decided against that. He probably wouldn't guess, since I was so good at pretending I was emotionally stable. The only reason he would even consider such a thing was if he was like me... if he was acctually a self harmer and was paranoid about thinking others were, too. I had a reason. I was always gpoing through the daily grind, never caring about anything or anyone. I was a living shell, with no soul inside. I was all logic, and no emotion. I cut to feel. Ryuuzaki had no reason, no excuse. He couldn't be a cutter, so why in the world was he looking at my wrist? Then again, he was wearing a wristband under long sleeves... well... he WAS L. L always did a lot of weird things, but I couldn't imagine one of them being cutting.