AN: Here it is, guys and girls! I would have posted this earlier, but my Internet was down because of all the snow we're getting. Anyways, please enjoy and thanks for all the lovely reviews I got for the last chapter! (:

Bring. Bring.

"I beseech Light-kun not to answer his phone."

Bring. Bring.

"You're just saying that because it's Mikami."

"That is incorrect, Light-kun. I would also say such if Misa was calling."

Bring. Bring. Click.

"Hello?"

Squeal.

"Light-sama answered his phone!"

At this point, the phone was a great distance away from his ear. Light didn't particularly fancy having his ear drums shattered this early in the morning, especially if the source of such was the squeal of an overexcited Mikami. Maybe he should have listened to L and turned off his phone.

"Yes, I know, seeing as we are currently speaking."

Silence. Breath. Breath.

"Did you have a reason for calling me Mikami?"

"Besides receiving the pleasure of hearing Light-sama's lovely voice in the morning?"

Silence.

"Yes, there had better be a reason besides that, otherwise I'll hang up right now."

"I was wondering if Light-sama would like for me to purchase him some coffee this morning."

"No, I'm fine, thank you. L already bought me some."

Silence.

Light had tacked that last sentiment on at the end thoughtlessly and regretted it the moment it slipped from his mouth. Not to mention, he was currently tremendously annoyed because L seemed amused and smug about the whole ordeal and was kissing his neck while he was trying to have a fucking phone conversation. Except that the other end had gone eerily silent, so it wasn't much of a conversation anymore.

Pause.

"Mikami?"

"I APOLOGIZE LIGHT-SAMA! I will strive to do better next time. I will bring you your coffee before the sun rises, if such an extreme measure is necessary to defeat L," Mikami exploded into the phone, nearly scaring the living daylights out of him, "So, don't you worry about that, my precious."

"Did you just call me…? You know what, never mind," Light started, figuring he should set some things straight, "But let me make this clear, if you knock on my door at five in the morning and wake me up for coffee, I will immediately throw it back in your face. Goodbye, Mikami."

Click.

"I told Light-kun not to answer his phone."

Huff.

"Come on, L. We are going to be late if we don't leave now."

"Of course, my precious, lead the way."

Smack.

Surprisingly, everyone showed up to the studio on time and Matsuda was really pleased with how much footage they had already shot today. It was much more than the previous days, so his confidence in the success of his film was returning once more. His good mood was effectively killed when he strode out of the building for lunch, only to be ruthlessly attacked by a swarm of paparazzi. He froze like a deer in the headlights when the verbal attacks were thrown at him.

"Matsuda, how do you feel about the accusations that you are not a competent director?"

"Are the reports of the alleged fight between Light Yagami and Mello true?"

"Are the rumors true that you were bribed—"

"How do you feel about—"

"Someone reported that—"

Everything was blending together and he could not process any of their questions, much less actually answer them. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed and he was pulled back into the building. One of the producers, Mogi, had taken pity on him and yanked him away from the crowd before he said something he would regret. Matsuda had never been very good with talking to people and not sounding like a complete idiot. That aside, he had to wonder what all that was about.

"I'm guessing you haven't seen the news."

Matsuda merely shook his head.

"Well, the rumor about the fight spiraled out of control. Sources began to say that it happened because you weren't a competent director and all that nonsense."

"Did they pull out my aptitude tests again?"

"I'm afraid so."

Sigh.

"How have the actors been taking it?"

"Fairly well. Most of them have just been ignoring the paparazzi. Except for Mello, who punched one of them in the face when they asked if the fight occurred because Light had a much more successful acting career."

Sigh.

"Will Light-sama please grace me with his presence tonight for dinner?"

Sigh.

"Mikami, I already told you that I—"

"I know Light-sama has a headache, which is why I fetched him some aspirin, but I am sure your headache will have receded by tonight."

"I'm not so sure."

Currently, Light was sitting in his trailer trying to touch up his makeup before he had to go on for his next scene, but Mikami was preventing him from concentrating because he kept following him around asking him out on a date. Not wanting to be cruel, he had used the classic headache excuse, but the other man still hadn't gotten the hint that he really wasn't interested in him.

"Well, if Light-sama doesn't want to go out because of his ailment, I completely understand."

"Great, so now that's settled—"

"Instead, will Light-sama accompany me back to my room where I could strive to relieve his headache with whatever means necessary? I don't want my precious to suffer."

Light didn't particularly think that Mikami fucking him into a mattress would cure his supposed headache and that nickname was really starting to rub him the wrong way. Apparently, he was going to have to be blunt to get his point across and, as a result, to get some peace and quiet.

"Mikami, I don't have a headache—"

"Well that's great then—"

"Stop interrupting me! I never had a headache to begin with. It was just an excuse for me not to go on a date with you and I hoped you would get the hint."

"What hint?"

"The hint that I don't want to date you or spend time with you or have sex with you or whatever the hell it is you want from me!"

Silence.

"Obviously, I approached Light-sama at the wrong time. I will ask again tomorrow and I already have forgiven him for his cruel words towards me, so there is no need to apologize."

And, with that, Mikami skipped out of the room as if nothing had just transpired between them.

Light felt like slamming his head against his vanity, but at least he now had some peace and quiet. Until, that is, a certain someone decided to intrude on his privacy once more.

"Light-kun."

"L."

"Will Light-kun have dinner with me tonight?"

"What is it with everyone asking me out on a date?" Light practically screamed.

Silence.

"I am guessing by Light-kun's outburst that his response is negative?"

Matt was done for the day. All the scenes they were filming that he acted in had already been completed and he was free to head back to the hotel. Except not, because he was waiting for Mello, who he could have sworn was already finished as well, but was nowhere to be found.

Deciding to have a smoke while he waited, Matt stepped outside and lit one up. Then he heard some wanton noises coming from the other side of the building and figured he might as well go investigate. And, as a result, he found Mello in a compromising position with the albino kid.

The blonde had him pushed up against the wall of a trailer and was currently attacking his neck. And, of course, the albino bastard chose that exact moment to open his eyes and saw Matt there. The look in his eyes was smug as if to say "I have something you don't" and the redhead really felt like punching his scrawny little face in, but he resisted the urge and walked away instead.

Damn, it made him really angry to see Mello fucking around. It was one thing to hear about it, but another to actually see it. His musing was interrupted by the chiming of his phone.

Click.

"Hello?"

"Hey darling!"

Oh shit, it was Muffin.

"Baby, why are you calling?"

"Well, I'm in town for a concert I'm going to tomorrow night. Andddd, I got some really good shit we could do in my hotel. Then, you could do me."

Muffin seemed to find that hilarious and giggled at her own joke.

"I don't think I can right now."

"Are you still at work?"

"No—"

"Then what's the problem?"

Sigh.

"I just can't, baby, okay?"

"Fine, Matty, be a spoilsport, but I'll be here for three more days and my door is always open for you, darling. So, sometime tomorrow, maybe?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, talk you to later sweetheart!"

"Talk to you later, baby. Bye."

Click.

Great. What the fuck was he going to do now?

Matt spun around, intent on heading back to the hotel, but was stopped in his tracks by a livid looking Mello who had apparently been standing behind him and had heard part of or maybe even the entire conversation. And, as if his life couldn't get any worse, Near was there as well.

"Baby?" the blonde snarled.

"Look, Mels—"

"I can't leave you alone for one fucking second, can I? The second I look away you're calling up your whore as if I don't even fucking exist!"

"She called me—"

"As if that fucking matters. You said you wouldn't fuck her anymore."

"And I'm not going to. She called me to ask if we could and I rejected her."

"Well, that certainly didn't sound like rejection to me!"

Anything he said at this point would just fuck him over, so he stayed silent.

"Fine, you know what, I'm leaving. And, if I come back and I find that you've fucked Muffin, I'll chop your fucking balls off," he threatened, before lacing hands with Near and stomping off.

Matt had no doubt that Mello would follow through with that threat.

Sigh.

It had been a long day for Light Yagami. The argument last night had taken up a good portion of his allotted beauty sleep and the work they had done on set today had been draining. There was nothing he wanted more than a hot shower and some much-deserved sleep. After ditching both Mikami and L, who insisted on taking him out to dinner, he was alone at last in his hotel room.

Except that he wasn't.

There was some sort of sticky, red substance on his bed covers and, when he moved forward to investigate further, he heard the loud click of the lock on his door sliding into place. He whirled around, intent on confronting whoever it was who'd had the nerve to break into his room, and was met with a horrifying sight. Beyond Birthday eating strawberry jam out of a mason jar.

Oh, shit.

"Hello, Light-kun, long time…no see. Kyahaha!"

Oh, double shit he had a knife, which he was twirling around in his hand.

"Beyond, it certainly…has been a while."

It had been a while because Beyond Birthday had been in a fucking mental institution for trying to murder Naomi Misora and abusing plastic surgery to look more and more like his idol, L.

Unfortunately, it had worked the similarity was really starting to creep him the fuck out.

"So, Beyond, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Light was being overly polite in hopes that Beyond wouldn't use that knife on him.

"Well…you see Light-kun, I have been hearing some…interesting things about you and my L."

Oh, did he forget to mention that Beyond tried to kill Naomi Misora because she was dating L at the time? Yeah, because he did.

"What sort of things?"

"Oh, just some, ah, rumors about you and my L rekindling your old flame," Beyond responded, his eyes flashing dangerously as he dug his hand into the mason jar one last time before letting it fall to the carpet with a small clunk. "Now, those are just rumors, aren't they…hmm?"

"Of course they're rumors. Don't tell me you actually listen to that tabloid trash?" Light gave a fake laugh, deciding he was going to have to lie to get out of this one, "We were roommates in college and casually dated for two months. Then, I found someone more serious and we parted ways. Besides, I'm already dating someone from back home. I'm not interested in L." It had actually been two years, not two months, and he had left because something more serious came along, the diagnosis of his sister. But, he figured he should leave those trivial details out.

Beyond approached him and his heart rate sped up tremendously when he placed the silver blade against his throat. Oh, fuck, was he really going to die at the hands of Beyond Birthday?

"That's splendid, because you see…I like you Light-kun and wouldn't want that to change."

Silence.

"You are telling the truth, aren't you?"

The blade was pressed harder against his throat, just enough to barely cut the skin.

"Why would I have any reason to lie?"

Silence.

Suddenly, the blade was taken away from his throat and Beyond was smiling at him creepily.

"I'm glad. For you see, Light-kun, L is mine and I simply couldn't have you distracting him."

Light actually disagreed and felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest. Maybe he would talk back and inform him that L didn't belong to him when Beyond didn't have a blade in his hand.

"But of course."

"Haha…I'm so glad you understand for a moment there I thought I was going to have to kill you. Haha, wouldn't that just have been hilarious?"

Light silently disagreed.

"Well, I must be going, though I do believe this may be the start of a…beautiful friendship."

Then, Beyond was gone and Light chose that opportune moment to faint onto his bed.

AN: Beyond is such a crazy mofo. Poor Light hahaha. In the next chapter we'll see how L reacts to his stalker showing up and more drama will ensue. Please review and let me know what you thought! (: