L seriously thought about making a run for it when they called out one of his aliases. He didn't like doctors, do he sure as hell didn't want to be there. Doctors scared him... mostly because some of the ones he's met before were just too incompetent. HE could do a better job than they could. His leg started jumping again and Raito had to literally tear him away from his chair to drag him into the room.

"L! Stop being so immature about this! I'm sure it's just a really bad stomach virus or something. You'll be okay." The brunette sat him down on the bed and sat beside him in a chair. "I promise, you'll be okay." He kissed his forehead and smiled softly. "I'm right here... You have me, alright?"

L looked a little doubtful at first, but then he nodded his head slowly and crossed his arms over his stomach. He felt nervous, and that certainly wasn't helping anything. However, it was a mind over matter situation, and he wasn't going to worry himself over this and get sick. He wanted to keep his peanut butter down until it came out the RIGHT way.

The doctor soon came in, and L moved closer to the edge of the bed, near Raito. The younger male just smiled and rubbed his back. L pulled his knees up to his chest, looking at the doctor, obviously distrusting. The doctor started talking and L drowned him put with his thoughts and refused to speak. Raito's soft touch went away, and he heard the brunette telling the other man of his symptoms.

In the middle of everything, he heard the doctor say his name was Kaito, and something about a shot. He focused on the doctor's face, frowning. "Hnn?"

Kaito offered him a kind smile and moved forward a little bit. "Dont worry, Ryuuzaki-san. I just need a blood sample and--"

"No," L cut him off, pulling his knnes closer and pressed his back against the wall. The last time someone tried to get his blood, he had bruises going from a vein in his hand all the way up his lower arm because his veins were so small.

Raito and Kaito exchanged looks and Raito suddenly pulled L back on the bed, holding his arm out straight for the doctor to take blood. L snarled and tried to squirm away, but his lover wasn't going to let him go. He felt a sort of sharp pinch on his arm, struggling more. "No! Get off! Don't--" And just like that, the doctor was done.

Despite the look of determination in his eyes, Kaito smiled at him once more. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

L sent a glare to both of them and punched Raito square in the jaw. He jumped off the table and ran for the door, opening it and running out before the younger boy could catch up with him.

---

He had ran all the way back to headquarters, locking the door behind him when he reached his room. He flung himself on the bed and screamed and growled into the covers, kicking his legs. After he successfully messed up the bed, kicking the covers off and pushing the pillows to the floor, he huffed and sat there, cross legged and glaring at the floor.

That had probably tge first real tantrum he had since he was a kid, but he hated Raito for the time being. How could he do that to him? He probably just wanted to make him squirm, the fucking sadist. He better not come back any time soon, L thought, or the boy was going to be in pain for a long time.

But what are you going to do without your Raito-kun? a voice asked in the back of his head. Well, he could try to get some of his old life back. And even though sex was a good exercise routine, he could take a break from that.

And when he slept, he wouldn't have that feeling that an evil man was always sleeping behind him.

He swallowed thickly at that thought and looked down, his eyes stinging with tears. Raito was just a liar. He was a liar and a murderer. He didn't really love L. He was just going to use him until he got bored, and then he was going to kill him off.

He curled up on the bed into a tight ball and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little sob.

He'd wanted to be able to save him. He wanted to be able to change him and say that he was with Yagami Raito, not Kira. It hurt to know he was all just part of the plan for world domination.

---

After Kaito looked at his jaw to make sure that the raven-headed man hadn't hit it too hard, he moved his own dark hair from his face and chuckled. "Ryuuzaki-san seems like a handful."

"Oh, he is," Raito said, grinning slightly. "When will the test results come back in?"

"In about a week or two."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to tell him." He walked out of the doctor's office, feeling only a little confident. He knew that L would go through some mood swings, but that had been a little much. What was wrong with him?

He walked around the city for an hour or so before he headed back to the hotel. He knew that L would be angry, but Raito wasn't going to go anywhere. He was going to make sure he was okay until he had their--er, his kid. He'd either kill him or lock him up somewhere so that he wouldn't be able to interfere with Kira.

He frowned and grimaced. Even for him that sounded s little harsh. He didn't know of he could just lock him away in the dark for a few years, without even being able to see his kid. Maybe just killing him WOULD be easier. His stomach turned and he felt his heart sink, but he shrugged off the feeling for now.

He walked up to the room and tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. He growled and moved back and kicked at the door until it opened. He stomped into the bedroom with an angry look on his face. "L, you need to...!" He frowned and stopped. The detective was actually asleep. That was surprising and rare. Of course, being pregnant did tire a person out, but...

He went over to the bed and sat down beside the detective, his frown deepening. His cheeks were red and wet from crying. He may not have actually loved L like he claimed he did, but he didn't like it when he actually cried. It didn't suit him. It made him look weak and vulnerable... And for some reason, that tore at Raito's heart. He looked lost and fragile. He hated L for it. It seemed that Raito had a little bit of his heart left, after all.

He carefully moved L from his position and onto his lap in front of him. He let the other man's head rest against his chest, soothingly running his fingers through his hair and kissed his shoulder, wrapping an arm protectively around his stomach. He rubbed his stomach and shook him gently. "L..." he whispered on his ear, his lips brushing against the skin. "Wake up. I have tell you something..."

L turned his head away from Raito, making a small noise before he went back to sleep, putting his hands over Raito's subconsciously.

Raito smiled smiled softly to himself. He hated the fact that he was going soft, but the older man was adorable sometimes. The way he slept with his thumb to his mouth, curled up on the bed made him look sort of like a cat. He brushed hos lips against his neck and rested his chin on his shoulder. "I love you, L," he whispered.

L's black eyes opened slowly, taking in everything around him. He still felt exhausted, and all he wanted to do was sleep for the rest of his life. He was hungry, tired, lazy, and yet he wanted to work and avoid any and all food. He groaned softly at the headache that was slowly forming and put a hand up to his head. He closed his eyes and would have gone back to sleep, if not for the soft lips on his neck. He froze, a scowl slowly making it's way on his face.

He jerked Raito's hands from his body and started to move away, but was easily pulled back into the brunette's lap, falling into his strong hold. "No! Let me go!" He tugged at his hands again, growling and snarling at him. "You're such a liar. If you don't let me go now, you will not be allowed to come back here." He heard the brunette snort and clawed at his hands again.

"You wouldn't be able to last a week before you'd end up asking me to come back." The detective growled again, wrapping his fingers around his wrist until his nails dug painfully into his skin. He only heard the brunette chuckle softly and took L's hands into his.

"L... I have to tell you something." He paused, waiting for L to spit an insult or threat at him. It never came, so he continued. "I know why you've been getting so sick... and why you feel the way you do. You're not going to believe me, but... you are..." He sighed softly and lifted his lips slowly and nipped at his neck. "You're beautiful."

L clenched his teeth and elbowed him in his stomach, smiling bitterly when he heard a grunt of pain. He crawled off the bed and ran for for door, but Raito got to him before he could even touch the knob. He was pulled back into the bedroom, kicking and shouting. The brunette tossed him on the bed and straddled his waist. "I'm tired of hearing your lies, Yagami! Get off me and leave now!"

Raito leaned back a bit and blinked. L wanted him to leave? For how long? He narrowed his eyes and scowled down at him. "No, L. I'm not going to leave you like this. You need me." He winced even before L gave him a death glare that would even make Soichiro think about making a run for it.

"I don't need you. I don't know who you think you are, but you should get the illusion out of your head that I even WANT you. Now... leave."

Raito clenched his teeth together and stood. That hurt more than he wanted it to. But how could the detective say such a thing? Of course he needed him! Once he learned what was wrong with him...

That was it.

He knit his eyebrows together and took a step back, looking hurt. He even managed to get a fear tears in his eyes, though they wouldn't fall. "If... If that's how you really feel..." L sat up and pointed to the door. After staring at L for a few seconds, he nodded and stepped forward, placing a kiss on his forehead and left, a smirk coming to his face as soon ad his back was turned to L.

---

L looked at the door for what seemed like an eternity. Wouldn't Raito come back, as stubborn as he was, and make L come back to his senses? He was going to come back, wasn't he?

No. The detective had told him to leave... He wasn't going to come back. L didn't want him to, anyway.

L swallowed thickly, feeling his eyes starting to sting. He lay down on the bed, hugging a pillow and curling up. The bed felt so empty without Raito there. He already missed his embrace, but he'd just have to get used to it. He wasn't going to let the brunette into his life again... He couldn't. He'd lied to him so many times, giving him false comfort. L didn't need him, didn't want him.

The tears slowly fell from his eyes and he buried hos face into the pillow. There was no more Raito. No more "I love you". L was alone again, and he couldn't turn back.

---

He woke to his cell phone ringing and vibrating in his pocket. Without opening his eyes, he flipped it open. "Yes?"

"Ryuu..."

L's eyes snapped open. What the hell? How did the brat even get his number? Did he not know that he meant what he said?

"Ryuuzaki... Please... I'm sorry. I don't want you to be mad at me. If you'd just tell me why--"

"I thought I got rid of you," the detective said as coldly as he could. "Goodbye, Kira." He shut his phone and stood, throwing it out the window. He stared down at the busy street and grey sky for a moment before he retreated back to his bed, cuddling next to the pillow again.

He just wanted the boy to leave him alone. He wanted his previous life back again, when he didn't need anyone or need to feel anything to be happy. Raito had already changed him, and he didn't know how long he could last by himself.

---

A week later, L got the results from his test. He didn't believe them, so he called the doctor. Kaito had read the test over and over again to make sure that nothing had gone wrong. Still, he said he wanted L to come back in for another test. L declined, of course.

However, just to make sure, he asked Watari to buy him a few pregnancy tests from the store. He didn't believe the doctor, but... He wanted to prove him wrong.

While Watari was gone, L paced around the room nervously. What would happen if all the tests said positive? He knew they wouldn't, but still... Well, he was glad he was a man, because if he could get pregnant, he would have to beat Raito until he was unrecognizable.

And when he took five tests, and they all said 'positive', he planned to so just that.

---

Raito had been staring at his ceiling for a week. He didn't even write in the Death Note. Ryuk had been telling him that he was losing his touch, but he ignored him. His damned opinion wasn't useful or wanted.

He wanted to touch L again. He wanted to taste every inch of his skin again and feel him moving beneath him, calling out his name and falling for him again when Raito would utter those three certain words...

He groaned as he realized that he was just giving himself a boner. Goddammit...

He licked his lips and contemplated on fixing it himself, but a knock at his door and his father's voice stopped him from thinking any further. The door opened and he sat up straight, wondering what he wanted... Or why he was even home.

"Raito." Raito blinked at him, waiting for him to continue. He looked a little uncomfortable, and maybe... Agitated? "Ryuuzaki wants you to come back to Headquaters."

When his father left, a crazy grin made it's way across his face. He was right. It had only been a week, and L was crawling back to him. Perfect.

He changed and got ready, jogging down the stairs and disappearing, leaving his family confused and slightly curious.

Raito walk quickly to headquarters, trying to look as calm as he usually did. He fought hard to keep himself from laughing out loud, ignoring the odd looks he was getting. He blinked and cocked an eyebrow. Maybe it was actually showing on his face. He kept his head low and his eyes directed at the ground the rest of the way.

When he reached the building and ran up the stairs to L's room, taking two steps at a time, and opened the door, he frowned, taking a step further inside the room. "Ryuuzaki?" He took two more cautious steps and jumped slightly when the door slammed behind him. Before he even got a chance to turn around, he was tackled to the ground, the angry raven-headed man pulling on his hair to force him to tilt his head back. "You already knew, didn't you?" He hissed, his tugging a little more aggressively on Raito's hair. The teenager gasped in pain, trying to get the detective to let go.

"L! Are you crazy? Let go!" He had never wanted so bad to just turn around and slap the crazy detective silly.

"Tell me the truth and I will," he hissed. "You knew about it, didn't you? Why the hell didn't you tell me from the beginning? Why?!"

Raito grit his teeth and tried to pry L's hands from his hair. "Dammit! Because I knew you'd act like this! Let me go, you crazy son of a--" His head was turned sharply, and he thought the pregnant detective was going to try to break his neck.

When he saw the look on his face, his eyes widened. He looked seriously PISSED. Not like when they were fighting it out, but more like he was angry enough to kill him. He wouldn't, though... would he? "You've already made my life hell. Damn it. I should just send you off to the police. I don't give a damn what your father would say, or what would happen to my reputation. You sick, twisted bastard!" He pulled on his hair again, wanting to just bash his skull into the carpet. He heard Raito cry out, the pain making tears come to his eyes. Ooh, that was it.

He let his hair go, but twisted his arms behind his back. He pulled him up and walked over to the bed and shoved him to the floor. He reached under the bed, pulling his arms up over his head, near the bedpost. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his wrists to the bedpost.

"L!! Wh-what is your problem! I didn't do it on purpose! Fucking bastard, let me go!"

L stared at him coldly and turned, walking to the door. "If, by some miracle, you do manage to get loose..." He turned to look at him with a twisted smirk that even made shivers go down Raito's back, "I'm going to put you somewhere much worse than that cell. Understand?" The smirk went away and he glared at him, then disappeared out the door, slamming it behind him.