Second Chapter :O

It's been a while since i uploaded with the first but you know, times get busy....

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I hope you like it

L woke up with next morning with a pounding head ache, this wasn't like him, this wasn't like him at all. He remembered fragments of the previous evening; the party, the stranger, the restaurant, the kiss, consuming all that alcohol. L backtracked in his thinking, kiss? He groaned as he remembered the stranger's lips against his, what was his name again? Light, that was it.

The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts and increased the burning pain in his temple, "Hello," he murmured, his voice full of fatigue.

"Why weren't you here last night?" the annoying voice of Watari rang loud and clear into his ear.

"My car broke down," L tried to sound honest, but he knew it wouldn't work.

"Rubbish! You were spotted on camera arriving and leaving the premises; I expect a proper explanation on Monday morning. Good day," the old man hung up leaving L a little shocked. What would he tell Watari? He couldn't go in there because he couldn't stand parties, especially one where he was supposed to be the centre of attention. He couldn't stand birthday parties, they were tacky and over-rated, but he couldn't help feeling guilty about letting Watari down. Watari was the closest thing to a father figure in L, and many times Watari had stood by L when he was making stupid decisions. L moved the thought from his mind and concentrated on getting ready for the day ahead of him.

After a shower and a change of clothes L stood in the kitchen, fridge door open, stunned, the only thing left in there was a small pot of yoghurt. He ran his hand through his damp hair and groaned, he was going to have to go shopping. L, not wanting to waste any time grabbed his keys, wallet, phone and jacket and walked straight out of the house.

L wound his way through the streets till he found the groceries store, picking up a basket he strolled in. Almost immediately his eyes found a box of big red apples, they looked delicious. He made his way over there and reached his hand out for one of the biggest apples in the box, but as soon as his hand touched the red skin, someone else's touched his. L jumped in surprise and looked at the perpetrator, he blinked at the sight he saw.

"Hello sweet cheeks, you like apples too?" it was the guy from last night, L couldn't believe it. L had thought that after that embarrassing incident he would never see the stranger again, but he was standing right in front of him smiling that confident smile.

"A lovely prescription of silent treatment, just what I wanted," Light grinned.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment, I was just surprised, I thought..." Light interrupted L.

"You thought you'd never see me again?" This was true so L kept silent. "I'll tell you what, you finish your shopping and then I'll take you home," Light paused, awaiting L's answer, but as soon as L opened his mouth to decline the offer Light said, "Sounds great, I'll wait by the exit." With that Light loped off towards the exit.

L couldn't believe it as he kept on wandering around the grocery-store, picking up the bits and bobs that he would need to feed him throughout the upcoming weeks. It had been, at most, twelve hours since they had seen each other, in books it always took the couple a few days, sometimes even weeks to see each other again, but he and Light had met again within twelve hours of seeing each other. Did he just compare the two of them as a couple in a soppy romance novel? L was beginning to get frustrated with himself, he took one of the free samples of juice as he passed the stall, ignoring the envious glances from the salesman, almost. He felt a hand grope his ass and he twirled around defensively, it was the salesman. "Hey cute thing, how you doing?"

"Leave me alone," L responded and turned around to continue his shopping.

"Hang on for a second," the man went after L and took a hold of his arm.

"I said leave me alone," L replied, his emotions stirring crazily.

"How about we grab some coffee or something?" the man was persistent and he tightened his grip on L's arm. L gasped with pain, the beginning of the day and he was already running head first into his second obstacle.

"You heard what he said, leave him alone," Light's hands moved quickly as he tackled the salesman. Within the blink of an eye the salesman was on the floor cradling his hand, howling in pain. "Let's get out of here," Light grabbed L's arm, like the salesman had, but gentler, and tugged him away from the crowd now surrounding the salesman.

"But I haven't paid," L began, as they passed the counters. Light got out his wallet and passed a couple of notes to the shop assistant, "Keep the change," he said, and continued pulling L out of the store.

Once they were a couple of blocks away from the store the two men stopped and found a bench to rest on. L put his basket down on the ground, thankful to have gathered most of food he had needed. "Thanks for that, back there," L murmured.

"No problem, but I'd like to take you home now, because I'd hate for your milk to go sour from the heat. Light was right, it was warm for November and he did not want to get home after that incident and find out that his milk had gone sour.

"I think I'll be heading home then, thanks again," L stood up, bowed, picked up his shopping basket and began to walk away.

"Hey, I said I was going to walk you home," Light caught up to L and fell into step with him. L was thinking about protesting, but from what he could remember from last night, this guy was persistent.

After a long silence and a lot of walking the two men turned a corner to find a park surrounded by apartment buildings. Kids were running about and laughing, while parents sat on picnic rugs chatting. It was weird to be breathing fresh air in the middle of the city, but L loved it.

"I would love to have a picnic here one day, I can imagine it already," Light stopped not wanting to reveal anymore of his fantasy. "I can imagine me sitting there," he gestured to the parents on the picnic rug, "Watching my kid running about." Light looked forlorn.

"Maybe one day you will," L suggested. "Come on, my place is over there," L gestured to the smallest apartment building which was on the other side of the park. The pair walked around the grassy area admiring the children play.

L took out his keys and unlocked the door, "I suppose this is where we say goodbye," L said questioningly, not entirely sure whether he wanted Light to leave him just yet.

"I suppose, unless," Light paused, "Never mind."

L wondered what Light was going to say, but didn't question it. "If you want to keep in contact here's my number," L took out a pen, grabbed Light's arm and began scrawling numbers on his arm.

"And here's mine," Light copied L's actions.

"I'd like to thank you again, you saved me from a lot of hassle..." but Light interrupted him.

"No worries, I'll see you around," Light ducked his head and kissed L on the lips. When he was finished he winked at L and walked away, waving casually as he left the park. L was stunned, what was he going to do about him, L thought, but then again, he hadn't really minded the kiss.

L floated aimlessly around the house for the rest of the day, he had no idea what had come over him but it felt good. L picked up his dinner on a tray and walked into the lounge where the news was blaring on the TV. "Earlier this evening," the news reporter began; L sat down on the sofa and began to tuck in to his ramen. "A man was brutally murdered. His name was Ryou Hijima," a picture of the deceased flashed on the screen. L felt a chill go down his spine as he recognised the face, it was the perverted shop assistant.

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