BANZAI!

CRACK (a.k.a. KYFC Ch. 14 sort of)

2007-06-13T00:02:50Z

THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T GIVE US A LAPTOP LATE ONE FRIDAY NIGHT AFTER A WEEK OF SLEEP-DEPRIVATION. WE ARE STUPID.

Also if you get any of the many out-of-the-fandom references in here (well...a few are bizarre in-fandom ones too...) you win something awesome.

Note: this is "technically" ch. 14 of Keep Your Friends Close buuuuut it's really a standalone oneshot. ENJOY.

Warning: Rated R for drug use, horrible puns, general crack, and mind-exploding innuendo. Oh, and slash. Hehe.

Chapter 14: A Metaphorical Journey of the Soul

A/N: We’ve decided to take a break from our previous humorous endeavors and talk candidly about an issue we both feel strongly about: feral children. We hope that this chapter will reflect this dire issue in all its seriousness. No fun shall be had. Fun is out of the picture. NON DIVERTIDO. So, on with the show, or as they would say in Zen Buddhism, “one with the soul.”

The cool city night air caressed Raito’s face, ruffling his hair in an affectionate manner, much like he wished L would do.

Ahead of him, barely visible in the midnight gloom, was L, sashaying seductively. Every once in a while he would cast a backwards glance at Raito, and his words would carry over the breeze, “Come, Raito, we must go out and detective in the night.”

And that’s when it all went sour. The children attacked, feral, untamed creatures of insurmountable beauty. The wild beings surrounded them at every turn and cut off all chances of escape. “Coo coo ca choo,” they said, or, as they would say in Zen Buddhism, “one with the soul.” It became a chant, a mantra that struck terror into the hearts of even the strongest men. But Raito and L were not just men. They were ~~X-Men~~. ~~Sex-men.~~ Sexy-men. Who could ask for anything more?

Just kidding. : )

A/N: Blame Lauren. Entirely. Now now, Liz, let’s not play the Blame Game. The Blame Game is for children. Feral children. Yes Ren, which, may I remind you, you came up with. Ha-HAH! ON WITH THE SHOW! REALLY! Which is actually a gaiden, not the real story, because we’re lazy. And we have raitoer’s block.

Warnings: Rampant drug use. And some yaoi. (snicker)

A “Pundle” of Fun: Chapter 13.523….7 “Raitos, camera, action!”

Raito sighed, running a hand exasperatedly through his hair. His father seriously underestimated him if he was still assigning Raito to these types of missions. Really, an undercover stakeout could easily be assigned to someone of much a much lower level of competence, even if he had only been with the Kira investigation for a few months.

It had only rubbed it in when he’d found out he’d been assigned with Matsuda, of all people. Not that a stakeout wasn’t right down Matsuda’s proverbial alley, what with his totally non-proverbial lack in the intelligence department…even though that happened to be exactly where he worked.

Which was why Raito was so surprised when the person who opened the car door to join him in his stakeout wasn’t Matsuda, but L. He didn’t know the man very well, except that he was not someone to be trifled with.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Yagami-kun. I got lost on the way here. I wasn’t sure if I was going in the right-o direction,” he said nonchalantly, slipping into the seat beside Raito.

Raiot narrowed his eyes. Had L just intentionally used a pun on his name? He hated puns with a burning passion. “Oh, you did, did you?” he asked icily.

L nodded. “Yeah, I made a raito turn instead of a left turn at one point, but I got on the raito track eventually.” Opening a package of cookies, he yelped when a few fell out. He reached up and flicked on the dome light to search for the little baked ~~goodies~~ miscreants.

“Turn off the raito!” Raito hissed menacingly. “We’re on a stakeout, you cookie-munching imbecile!”

“Are you scared, Raito?” L challenged.

“No, Ryuuzaki, I am not!” He punctuated his assertive statement with a flick of his hair. “I was just wondering why you were assigned to this stakeout in the first place. Wasn’t Matsuda-san supposed to be my partner today?” he said contemptuously.

“Matsuda-san came down with a cold. The doctor prescribed lots of rest, raito away,” L replied nonchalantly.

Raito retaliated by switching off the raito suddenly, his arm flying haphazardly through the air and knocking L in the face mid-cookie crunch. The bag of cookies slipped from L’s fingertips, its delicious contents spilling all over the floor of the car.

L’s head swiveled to look at Raito, his lamp-like eyes full of intensity and astonishment. “You spilled my cookies.”

Raito held his features even, although he made a mental sneer. “This is a stakeout. You shouldn’t be eating cookies anyway,” he replied, turning away.

L was silent for a moment, still staring intently at Raito. “…But I don’t like steak,” he murmured. “I much prefer cookies.”

This time Raito actually did sneer. “Pick those things up off the floor. This is a rental car, you know.”

L glanced around at the crumby mess. “Yagami-kun, I’m still hungry,” he said simply, not making any move to clean up the cookies.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Raito snapped back. “We’re on a stakeout, we can’t just up and go to a bakery to satisfy your every craving, Ryuuzaki, and I honestly think that you should take your position as L a little more seriously if this is your normal stakeout behavior!”

"A bakery!" L shouted in delight. "What a great idea, Yagami-kun! I knew you were a genius!"

With that, L lunged at the steering wheel, knocking Raito out of his way and twisting the keys into the ignition at the same time. He quickly slid himself into Raito’s seat, with Raito also still sitting in it, and pressed his foot onto the pedal, speeding away from the parking lot.

“What the…! What are you doing?!” Raito gasped in a muffled manner, half squashed by L.

“Taking us to a bakery. That stakeout didn’t even have anything to do with the Kira case, and technically neither of us is on the police force anyway so we shouldn’t have to do work like this,” L shouted as he rolled down the windows, the evening air blowing through his feathered hair.

“You can’t do that! You can’t just drive away from a stakeout like that!” Raito shouted back, astonished at this man’s behavior.

“Look!” L whispered suddenly, grabbing Raito’s upper arm for emphasis, seeming to forget that he needed to actually steer the car while driving.

“What?” Raito half-asked, half-demanded, grabbing the wheel in L’s absence and slamming on the brakes.

“Raito over there,” L answered, pointing past Raito towards a sketchy looking man who was clearly hiding something under his coat, standing under a nearby lamppost.

“That’s the guy!” Raito said, looking back at L. “That’s the guy we’re after.” He thought of a plan quickly. “Here’s the deal. You go out and pretend to accept his drugs, buying me some time to make a quick and discreet call to the police. Got it?”

L frowned. “So this is a drug bust?” he asked disdainfully.

Raito glared at him. “Yes. Is that a problem for you?” he demanded. “We can let the criminal walk free, even though he’s right here, if that’s what you want.

L shook his head. “Oh, no, I’ll do it,” L said with a sigh.

Raito glared, but inclined his head towards to guy, who had relocated to lean against a brick wall. “Shall we?” he offered, hand on the door handle.

“Raito now,” L agreed, and slid over Raito’s lap to get out of the car on the driver’s side.

The drug dealer looked up and nodded at him. Raito took his cue to call the police.

L approached the dealer confidently, stopping three feet away from him.

Raito could just barely hear L ask, “Hey…you have the goods?” before he hit the emergency alert button on his police-issue cell phone, whispering the situation and their location into the small speaker.

For about thirty seconds, all was silent, and L and the dealer gestured to each other, although Raito couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Then suddenly, sirens blared, lights flashed, and the police reinforcements surrounded them. Startled, the drug dealer made to run, but the officers were out and handcuffing him before he could get more than a few feet.

Raito slipped out of the car and walked up beside L, intent on congratulating him for the successful bust. He was instead distracted by the mischievous smile on L’s face.

“What?” Raito asked, raising an eyebrow.

L, looking serene, pulled out a suspiciously large ziplock bag full of what looked like brown goop.

“What is that?” Raito asked disgustedly, eyeing it suspiciously while the police were engrossed in arresting the drug dealer.

L dispassionately opened it. Dipping in a finger, he spooned out a dollop and licked it.

Raito stared at him in horror and disbelief. “You did not just—” he began in shock.

“Mmm,” L interrupted him. “It’s uncooked brownie batter. Premium quality.” Raito watched with fascinated distaste as L sampled another fingerful. “Ghirardelli double chocolate,” he specified, then frowned. “No, no,” he changed his mind, “my mistake. Fudge swirl.”

L slipped the bag of brownie batter inside his coat and smiled becomingly at Raito.

Raito managed to shake off shocked haze and blinked. “You can’t take that! Was that from the dealer?” he protested in a low voice, while the police shoved the drug dealer into the backseat of a police car.

“Oh, like they don’t have enough evidence already,” L scoffed. “What’s the harm in brownie batter?” he demanded. “Just think of the soft, fluffy moist blend of eggs, cocoa powder, oil, cream, chocolate, and other deliciousness just begging to be devoured.”

“It could be contaminated,” Raito pointed out haughtily. “Didn’t think of that, did you?”

L eyed Raito demurely. “I tasted no such contamination in my sampling,” he countered. “Why, Raito,” he continued, “could it be that you’re scared of a harmless bag of brownie batter?”

“No, L, I am not!” Raito denied vehemently. “Fine, keep your precious brownie batter. See if I care.”

“Oh yes,” L sighed, “my precious.” He patted a lumpy part of his coat and smiled.

Raito chose to ignore his unwanted partner’s mutterings and observed their surroundings. “I think we’re about done here,” he said more confidently. “We can probably go back to the car.”

“How anticlimactic,” L murmured as they strolled to their respective cars. “But ever so enraitoening.”

“I’m glad,” Raito said bitterly, slipping into the driver’s seat of his car. All was silent for a moment, until he decided to suck up to L a little. The man was, after all, investigating him as a suspect in the largest case of serial killings ever. “You still want to go to that bakery?” he asked L, who stood outside his window.

L assumed a thoughtful expression. “How about the hotel?” he suggested innocently. “I can bake the batter and we can both enjoy the fruits…” L paused, wistfully wondering if he could incorporate strawberries into his brownie batter. That would be truly enchanting. “…Of my labor,” he finished, almost forgetting in his fantastical pastry musings that he had to finish his sentence.

“Hm,” Raito began shrewdly. He had no desire to go back to the hotel, but if it would allow him to monitor L and get an idea of his capabilities, he was all for it. Besides, it was better than a bakery. “Sure,” he agreed with a casual shrug. “Sounds delicious.”

L’s smile widened. “I hope you will enjoy the brownies as much as I will,” he murmured.

“Me too,” Raito muttered, unaware of any deeper, more ominous meanings L’s innocent statement might have. With a sigh he started up the car as L moved into the passenger seat.

L opened the door to the hotel room and crept inside in his L-like manner, while Raito followed behind with an apprehensive look. “Are we the only ones here?” he asked, trying to find L in the darkness.

“Yes, I think so,” he heard L answer from somewhere in front of him. “Turn on the raito, would you? I think it’s on the wall to your left.”

Raito groped around and found the switch, flooding the room with raito. “I wasn’t aware the hotel room had a kitchenette,” he remarked, watching as L got out a large rectangular pan from a cupboard and proceeded to spread the brownie batter into the pan.

“I think that looks about even,” L murmured to himself, while Raito turned his attention inwards, thinking back over the possible implications of L’s annoying attachment to his person and what ulterior motives the clever little imp might be harboring.

In the midst of his inward musings, he was vaguely aware that L was asking him a question.

“…top or bottom?” L finished.

Raito blinked. “Excuse me?” he asked, managing to curtail his disbelief. “What did you just ask me?” It couldn’t…it couldn’t have possibly been…that.

“In the oven,” L repeated patiently, gesturing towards the open oven door with one potholder sheathed hand. “Should I use the top or bottom rack?”

Relieved, Raito peered over L’s shoulder to gauge the distance between the racks, the top one of which was brand-new and gleaming. “Nice rack,” he said approvingly.

L whirled his head around to pin Raito with an inquisitive stare. “Oh,” he said, following Raito’s gaze to the oven. “Thanks.”

“I’d like to be on top,” Raito finally answered, while L’s eyes widened almost unnoticeably, “…If I were brownies, about to be baked,” he finished.

“Oh yes, I certainly wouldn’t want to be on bottom,” L agreed, gesturing at the distance to the bottom rack. “I’d never get done.”

“Top it is then,” Raito decided for them, wondering if he was imagining the undercurrents of innuendo in their conversation.

(A/N: We aren’t! ^^)

He hoped so.

“Should be done in forty to forty-five minutes,” L said, setting a timer. “Whatever shall we do until then?”

When the timer sounded thirty-five minutes later, L was thoroughly engrossed in a copy of the Gideon’s Bible and Raito was bored to tears…tears in the wallpaper, which he had been discreetly shredding for a good half hour.

“Oh goody,” L crooned. “The brownies are finito. Finito bonito. Shall we partake?” he asked, a butter knife in his hand poised impatiently over the brownies.

“Aren’t you going to let them cool?” Raito asked dubiously.

“I’m cool enough already,” L shrugged. “But I will partake of their hotness.”

“Fine,” Raito said grudgingly. “But I’m just going to have one.”

Fifteen minutes later, the pan was empty.

“Urgh, I feel ill,” Raito muttered indistinctly from the foot of the bed. L was perched on the edge of the bed, and the empty pan had been discarded to one side.

L hummed. “I’m sure you just overate,” he assured Raito, trying to mask a crafty smile with a look of oblivious bemusement.

“No, I feel kind of…lightheaded,” Raito frowned. The sensation was only getting stronger. Heightened senses…carefree attitude…Raito risked a glance at L. L had promised him that the brownies were clean of drugs. But what if he had intentionally lied to him, to loosen his inhibitions and make him susceptible to interrogation? What if he had in fact purchased those brownies from the dealer, with full knowledge that they did, in fact, contain illegal additives. No, Raito decided, L wouldn’t subject himself to sense-addling chemicals.

“Mmm, who invited the magicians to the party in my tummy?” L murmured dreamily, slipping a little bit on the bed.

“So L-oquent,” Raito muttered, thinking he should be feeling panicked, but actually finding it difficult to feel much of anything.

“Still feeling sick?” L asked after a hazy pause.

“No, I feel much better,” Raito answered before could organize his thoughts clearly. “Everything is so…nice.”

When L didn’t answer, Raito turned to look at him just in time to see him pitch headfirst off the edge of the bed onto the floor beside Raito, somehow managing to land on his feet.

“Oooh, my most of me,” L moaned with a pained expression. “I’m okay,” he continued after a pause. “You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“Okay,” Raito agreed. He started when a hand landed on his shoulder and L’s face swam into view. “You know what we’ve never done?” he asked.

“No,” Raito breathed, wondering what he was hoping for as an answer. “What haven’t we done?” Kissed, had sex, married, adopted little genius orphans…

“We’ve never talked to each other,” L replied seriously.

Raito frowned. “Um. Haven’t we?” he asked.

“No,” L denied. “We’ve never just…talked.”

“Oh,” Raito said. “Well, what are we going to talk about?”

“The Kira case,” L said. “Let’s talk about Kira.”

“Well, for starters,” L began, “are you Kira?”

“You mean ‘eureka,’ I think,” Raito corrected. “You switched the ‘r’ and the ‘k.’ The ‘r’ actually comes first.”

“What?” L asked, looking quite confused.

“You said ‘eukera,’ but it’s ‘eureka.’ I’m surprised you made such an L-ementary mistake.”

“It’s all Greek to me,” L said dismissively. “You didn’t have to yell at me about it.”

“I was just pointing out a dumb error,” Raito hissed. “For someone so smart, you really are stupid sometimes!”

“There’s no need to get defensive,” L soothed, although he looked a bit hurt. “You didn’t have to insult me.”

“God, you can be so annoying,” Raito growled, supporting his head with one hand.

“Oh, and what about you, Mr. Toughy-huffy?” L demanded. “Mr. I-Hate-Fun? All cold and snobby like a cold snobby person?”

“I am not a cold snobby person!” Raito protested hotly.

“Oh yes you are!” L affirmed. “You’re a sparse and icy wasteland of a person!”

“I am not an arse and spicy person!” Raito denied, unintentionally confusing his words a fair bit.

“Yes you are!” L crowed again.

Raito gritted his teeth. “Oh, I wish I knew how to quit you,” he growled.

“You can’t quit me,” L breathed, looming dangerously close to Raito’s person.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Raito challenged.

“Because I’m addictive,” L replied, snuggling up to Raito in a vaguely seductive fashion.

“You’re a dick all right,” Raito grumbled.

“Oh, you meanie,” L pouted.

“Get off of me,” Raito protested, when L leaned against his shoulder.

“Not unless you give me a hug,” L demanded.

“You saucy imp,” Raito scolded, not wholly opposed to the idea of hugging him.

Raito held out his arms in a reluctant hug and encountered an armful of L. “You’re so L-egant,” he praised. L fit into his arms so nicely. He looked up to see L staring at him.

“What is it?” he asked, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in his stomach. L looked so…vulnerable. And cute.

Leaning forward on Raito’s lap, L cupped Raito’s face with his hands and kissed him. It was an L-ectrifying kiss.

“Your eyes,” L purred after a mind-bottling kiss, “they’re so beautiful.”

“They’re just brown,” Raito shrugged modestly.

“Oh no no no, Raito,” L crooned. “They are the breath-taking shade of brownies. Physical perfection. Magical.”

“Oh,” Raito said blankly, thinking that magical and brownies ought to be setting off alarm bells, except L kissed him again and any hypothetical alarm bells were replaced with a warm L.

This kiss was longer, more exquisite, and more heated, yet L insisted on stopping for air. “Are. You. Kira?” he panted in a last-ditch effort to be a detective after they broke apart.

“I’ll take kira you,” Raito promised him, hugging him close.

“Well that’s not really what I meant but oh to hell with it all!” L cried, throwing himself again at Raito. “Take me, take all of me!”

Raito ran his hands down the length of L’s body, pulling off his shirt in an euphoric daze and moving his hands down to L’s pants, unbuttoning them. Raito felt L undress him as well, soft caresses filling his heart and sweet whispers filling his ears.

He felt rather than saw L come up behind him, ready to slip inside him and it was so perfect, so perfect and magical and beautiful and-

“Raito! Raito!” L cried, but suddenly his voice morphed into Matsuda’s and Raito opened his eyes and-

“…Raito? Raito?” Matsuda was saying, his voice leaking into Raito’s mind. “Are you awake?”

Raito quickly sat up, trying to gain his bearings. He was slouched over his desk at Kira headquarters, some papers relating to the latest Kira victims strewn about him. “What was that Matsuda?” he asked groggily, embarrassed to have fallen asleep at work.

Matsuda looked at him concernedly. “I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You hardly ever fall asleep at work, so I thought maybe you were sick or something.” He looked pointedly down at the spot of drool on one of Raito’s documents.

Raito glared at him. “Yes, Matsuda. I’m fine. Fantastic. Perfectly all-raito.” As soon as that terrible pun escaped his lips, the dream flooded back to him and a light blush flooded his cheeks. “I just…had a strange dream, that’s all. Must have been tired.”

Someone padded softly into the room, and Raito closed his eyes in horror at having to see him so soon after having a dream like that. Where he was uke nonetheless. This seemed to be an ongoing problem.

“Hello, Yagami-kun,” L said amiably. “How are you this morning?”

Raito glowered fiercely at him. “As I was just telling Matsuda-san, fantastic. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be going home for a bit to get myself some breakfast.”

As Raito walked briskly out of the room, L turned to Matsuda curiously. “Strange…he seems strange this morning. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given him those magic brownies last night, although it was his father who suggested it.”

Matsuda chuckled softly. “Not to mention that it was great entertainment. The best part was when he jumped up on the couch and started singing ‘Don’t Stop Believin’’ in perfect English at the top of his lungs.”

“Hmm,” L said, smiling ever-so-slightly. “True. He doesn’t seem to remember any of it, either, which is all for the better, really.”

The two shared another subdued laugh, then got back to their own work, awaiting Raito’s arrival later that day.

Secrets were most definitely a necessary part of maintaining the workplace environment.

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A/N: SORRY! Really. The real chapter will be up in a few…somethings. And omgz thanks so much for 50k+ hits over on FFN!!

Gravi ficcccage!

2007-01-27T01:27:06Z

GWell, this is very old, but it's posted on FFN and not here so I thought I'd post it here since I never post anything here. But I'm thinking I'll put some KYFC extras up here, and an R-rated version of the next chapter. So will that make up for the fact that we never actually post? Probably not. ANYWAY. HERE WE GO. More author's note inside because I'm an author's noting whore.

Title: Shuichi Shindou and the Sexy Slytherin
Rating: R, so far only for language
Pairing: Yuki/Shu-chan
Genre: Humor/Harry Potter Crossover/Angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: In a twisted world where the Gravitation cast attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Shuichi is a Hufflepuff totally smitten with the ice-queen Slytherin Yuki, hilarity and angst are bound to occur almost daily. Follow the sordid affair of the couple, almost “gravitated” together since their first destined meeting in the Hogwarts halls. Gravitation/Harry Potter x-over, terrible humor, deadly angst.

Chapter 1: In Way Over His Head

A/N: Just some trashy Gravitation-HP crossover parody-fic (ugh, what a mouthful) brought to you by my dearest friend Ren and myself, Liz (haha, get it? Lizren?). Thoughts about it are appreciated, because this was written during class, and we don’t know if we’ll continue it outside of that. Thanks so much for reading!

Shuichi shivered in ecstasy as his lips lightly touched the tall blonde's. It felt like everything in the world had suddenly aligned and moved into place. It felt like he was on fire, or maybe just floating in the air. It felt like pure, orgasmic pleasure. All those months of sexual frustration were gone with that one touch, and Shuichi seriously doubted that he'd ever feel the same again.

The Slytherin above him smirked. "And how was that, Shindou? Up to your Hufflepuff standards?" he said, putting special emphasis on the last word.

Shuichi found himself completely unable to form a coherent reply. His heart was somewhere in a puddle on the floor, and his brain was just somewhere else entirely. "Yuki..." was all he could manage.

Yuki snorted derisively at the younger student. "Later," he said, abruptly swaggering out of the empty classroom without even a glance back.

Shuichi slowly slid down the wall he was leaning on until he was sitting on the floor, his legs having given out entirely. "Shit," he whispered to himself. "Shit."

He'd just gotten himself into something a little over his head.

-.-.-.-.-

The next morning at breakfast, Shuichi stared longingly at the Slytherin table. Or Yuki, to be more precise. He just couldn’t get the sexy bombshell out of his thoughts, where he had been prancing merrily since the night before. Not that Yuki would ever prance merrily anywhere else, especially outside of Shuichi’s head.

As Shuichi gazed on, Yuki suddenly looked up, sending a salacious wink in Shuichi's direction. Shuichi blushed furiously and looked away, his heart fluttering pleasantly, only to notice that the gorgeous Slytherin was not, in fact, winking at him, but at the Ravenclaw girl at the table behind his.

Hiro, noticing Shuichi's glance over to the Ravenclaw table and his sudden blush, swaggered over with a knowing smile. "Hey, Shu-chan, finally got a crush, eh? Don’t tell me it’s that Noriko chick. She’s only nice on the outside, believe me.” Hiro chuckled to himself.

This only caused Shuichi to blush more. "I do not like Noriko," he said haughtily, and a little too quickly.

Hiro wasn't one to miss Shuichi's rather obvious and flimsy cover-up. "Listen, Shu," he crooned, sitting down at the Hufflepuff table next to him and leaning in rather close. "I'm your best friend, right? You can tell me anything!" He then leaned in even closer, so that his and Shuichi's noses were almost touching. "Anything at all..."

"Well, Hiro, it's just that--" Shuichi began, about to divulge everything to Hiro. However, he was cut off by the odd feeling that someone was standing behind him, watching him intently.

A cold voice spoke in Shuichi's silence. "Go on, Shu-chan. What is it?"

Shuichi whipped around, totally shocked and terrified. "Yu--yuki!" The blush swept back over his cheeks.

Hiro stood up quickly, standing in front of Shuichi protectively. "Why so interested, you Slytherin piece of filth?" he growled, his Ravenclaw nature taking over, before noticing Shuichi's blush. "Shu-chan...wait...you…him...couple?" he stuttered, shocked beyond the ability to form simple sentences.

Yuki sneered. "While you work on learning how to speak, allow me to borrow Shuichi for a little while," he said smoothly, plucking Shuichi from the table and steering him out of the hall.

"What do you want?" Shuichi asked in a small voice, looking up at Yuki timidly as they entered a deserted corridor.

At that, gleam appeared in Yuki’s eyes. "You," he replied huskily, promptly slamming Shuichi against the nearest wall and pressing their lips together passionately.

Shuichi, although a little shocked, didn't mind at all. In fact, he was quite ecstatic, but far too intimidated by Yuki's copious amount of experience to respond.

Yuki completely ravaged Shuichi's mouth, running his tongue over every available surface and pausing only to suck on Shuichi's bottom lip. Just as Shuichi started to reciprocate, however, Yuki abruptly pulled his mouth away, but didn't loosen his grip on the front of Shuichi's robes.

"Do you remember?" he hissed at the startled and thoroughly snogged-looking fourth year. “Do you remember how you made excuses to see me, how you wouldn’t leave me alone because of that fucking girly crush you have on me! And then I finally fuck it all and decide to kiss you!”

Shuichi nodded weakly. He remembered all too well. Some unseen force had gravitated them together since the first time Shuichi had seen the blonde. Shuichi had been composing a song for his in-school band with Hiro when a draft in the dungeons had swept his lyrics away… and straight to Yuki.

Yuki had been altogether pretty pissed that some stupid fourth-year had been clumsy enough to let go of his parchment, which had then blown right onto his brand new shoes, causing him to bend down and muss up his perfect hair.

Since that day, however, Shuichi had found himself bumping into Yuki more and more often, and soon developed a sort of crush on the beautiful older boy, although he refused to admit to himself. Well, at least he had refused to admit it to himself, although the complete bliss and perfection of their kiss the day before had made him realize that perhaps his feelings for Yuki weren’t totally platonic.

Yuki’s voice, which had risen to a shout, drove Shuichi out of his reverie. “Then what the hell was that!” he demanded.

Shuichi, completely bewildered after having zoned out for the last few minutes, tried to cover up his confusion with a tone as equally energetic as Yuki’s. “What the hell was what?!” he said, only managing to sound slightly shocked and squeaky, not at all like Yuki’s deep and sophisticated drawl.

Yuki glared. “That! That show in the Great Hall!” At Shuichi’s clueless look, Yuki clarified. “You fucking made eyes as that stupid Ravenclaw girl, and then you and your poncey little girly-man Hiro canoodled in front of the entire bloody school!”

“Whaaaa?" Shuichi queried blankly, trying to figure out what “canoodled” meant. Canned noodles, maybe? Then the rest of Yuki's accusations sunk in and he straightened. "I was making eyes at YOU, Yuki! As for canning noodles, Hiro and I were doing no such thing!"

With a sniff Shuichi turned from a very confused Yuki and started to walk away in an indignant huff.

He didn't get far.

"Hold on," Yuki said menacingly, grabbing Shuichi by his shirt collar. "You were making eyes at me? In the Great Hall? In front of everyone?"

Shuichi nodded slowly.

"You idiot! What if someone had seen?" Yuki hissed.

Shuichi drooped. "I...I didn't mean..."

"And then you got cozy with your Hiro friend! What do you expect me to think?" Yuki demanded, letting go of Shuichi's shirt and crossing his arms.

Shuichi drooped even more. "I was...I was only going to tell him who I had a crush on," he answered weakly. "We weren't...it wasn't...like...that," he muttered lamely.

Yuki’s glare hardened. “Listen, you may be a good fuck-toy, but if the rest of the school ever found out about this, there would be no end to the damage done to my reputation. I don’t kiss, or even fuck, fourth-years. And I definitely don’t kiss or fuck Hufflepuffs. This has already gone too far. You were fun for a make out session or two, but now it’s gotten old.”

He moved to walk back into the Great Hall when Shuichi got in his way. “So that’s all I am, a fuck-toy who you definitely didn’t just kiss?” he answered in a forlorn voice, eyes already watering up for a good cry.

Yuki didn’t back down. “Yes.”

Suddenly the tears burst forth from Shuichi’s eyes, and his voice rose to a yell. “Then why did you bring me out here and kiss me again! Why did you kiss me in the first place, if that’s all I am! And why the hell do you care what I do with Hiro!” He punctuated his speech with a loud wail.

Through the tears, Shuichi could tell that Yuki looked completely mortified. He’s realized the error of his ways! He’ll apologize now, and then ravish me again! Shuichi thought, the tears of pain turning into tears of joy.

Yuki, however, was not mortified at all by the little boy’s tears. In fact, he had just noticed that half the Great Hall was currently crowded around the doors exiting into the corridor where he and Shuichi were now standing, raptly watching their exchange. It wasn’t every day that Hogwarts students got to see hot bishounen angst.

Oh God no, was all Yuki could bring himself to think before the oblivious Shuichi wrapped his arms around him and leaned in for a kiss, too impatient to wait for Yuki to do it himself.

With a scowl Yuki backhanded Shuichi and put as much distance between them as possible. In one swift fluid motion, he pulled out his 13-inch willow wand and held it level to Shuichi's delectable mouth. "I don't know what potion you stupidly drank, you little Hufflepuff, but if you ever come near me again I'll hex you to...to....Iceland." Hmm, his caliber of insults was a little sub-par today, but it was sufficient to adequately wound the dimwitted Hufflepuff's feelings.

A chorus of disappointed "awws" resounded from the gathered Hogwarts student bystanders. Yuki gave them a five-star contemptuous sneer and turned to go.

"Yuki..." he heard Shuichi say imploringly. Yuki could almost see the tears ready to spill out of Shuichi's eyes again. "Yuki..." he said louder, when Yuki didn't turn around again.

"YUKI, I LOVE YOU!" he shouted, his proclamation greeted by a stunned silence and slight drop in air temperature, probably due to the chill radiating off Yuki, who had halted his retreat with an alarming suddenness.

And thus, for the second time in less than thirteen hours, Shuichi found himself in far over his head.

KYFC Chapter 13

2006-12-31T23:27:27Z

A/N: Happy 2007! May this be the best year EVER! XD

Chapter 13.

When Raito arrived at the room, L was slouching expressionlessly outside of it. He nodded at Raito, who pulled out his damned (and completely literal) keycard and opened the door, the action of sliding it into the key slot making his throat a little dry.

“You first,” Raito offered, gesturing L inside the door before himself.

Once they were inside, Raito bolted the door shut, and then slowly stepped towards L, who had his back to him, looking pensively out the window. The view was fantastic, a sweeping vista of the Tokyo which reminded Raito all too vividly of that night mere weeks ago when he and L had visited a similar hotel and enjoyed a similar view from the roof. Of course, that hadn’t exactly ended well on multiple fronts, since he had realized just how in “lust” he was with L by pushing him down a flight of stairs.

Raito gathered his resolve and slipped his arms around L from behind, resting his chin on L’s shoulder. He didn’t feel L tense at all, which was a good sign.

“Yagami-kun,” L murmured throatily, “do you want something?”

Raito looked at their reflection on the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of them, reveling in the picture of L and him set against the starry night sky. “No,” he whispered, his lips teasingly brushing L’s ear as he spoke. “I need something. I need you, Ryuuzaki, now.”

Raito closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. L’s hair was still heavily scented from the baths, a mix of soap and some sort of flowery fragrance.

“I’m right here, Yaga-… No, Raito-kun.” L’s voice was soft and emotionless, and yet Raito had never heard anything more alluring in his life. He reopened his eyes, and was about to whisper some sweet nothing back when he caught a glimpse of L’s expression in the window. For just a brief second, a smirk had flitted across his face.

Raito fought to keep his own expression even, although his voice was perceptibly harder when he spoke next. “Then come with me,” he growled, pulling L backwards and nearly throwing him onto the bed. Raito landed neatly on top of him, before reaching for the hem of L’s shirt and ripping it over his head.

L remained unfazed. “Where are we going, Raito-kun?”

“Up to heaven, together,” Raito responded, attacking the zipper of L’s jeans while simultaneously tearing off his own shirt. The two long-sleeved t-shirts lay next to each other, crumpled on the floor.

Raito looked down at L, sprawled on the bed before him. His hair was a mess, still shiny and damp, and his skin practically glowing with moisture.

A feral smile lit across Raito’s lips as he leaned down, unable to wait any longer. He plunged his tongue into L’s mouth, and then suddenly found himself being turned around, so that he instead lay on his back with L on top of him.

L broke the kiss to swipe his tongue across the shell of Raito’s ear, as if…tasting him.

“Mmm…” he hummed. “You taste good, Raito-kun, but you know what would make you taste even better?”

Raito looked up at him quizzically, his head caught on the ‘you taste good, Raito-kun’ part. “What?”

L smiled, a hint of mischievousness tucked into the corners of his lips. Instead of answering, he reached over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and plucked out a light pink cardboard box. He pulled the lid open, revealing the contents.

Raito gaped, simultaneously quite excited and very, very afraid.

Inside was a can of whipped cream and a can of chocolate icing.

Still straddling Raito, L uncapped the can of icing and stared down at Raito. “I hope you’re as hungry as I am, Raito-kun,” he growled, his teeth glinting predatorily.

Raito swallowed heavily. His mouth was watering, and he was sure it wasn’t from the sweets.

L stuck his finger into the icing, drawing it slowly out and delightedly licking the chocolate off of it. Raito found himself enchanted by the simple movement. He deftly reached for the zipper on L’s pants, unconsciously licking his lips.

L blocked his movement by bending over and whipping out the whipped cream can, licking a wet trail down Raito’s chest. The heat of L’s tongue sent shivers down Raito’s spine, and he wrapped an arm around L’s neck, pulling him closer.

Just as they came nose to nose, their lips almost close enough to touch, L jammed the can of whipped cream in between their faces, knocking Raito in the forehead.

Raito moaned in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and impatience.

“Not yet, Raito-kun,” he purred.

“Yes, yes. Foreplay and all that,” he grumbled unhappily.

A small pout slipped onto L’s face. “Raito-kun, perhaps what we’re doing isn’t right. We are coworkers after all, and we should both concentrate on the investigation above all else. This could be a needless distraction.”

Raito’s poorly masked crestfallen expression couldn’t have provided a clearer look into his thoughts. He recovered quickly, however, and calculated his options. He could either push L further or back off. But which one would lead him to his ultimate prize of seducing L?

With a jolt Raito realized that he no longer knew why he wanted to seduce L. It had originally been, of course, to find out his real name. Now, however, he seemed to be developing some ulterior motive. Now he actually wanted to bed L without pretense.

“You…I-” Raito answered, genuinely completely conflicted and confused. He had to make a decision. To go farther, to keep this plan going, or abandon it as a failure.

L eyed him appraisingly. “You’re correct, of course.” The evil glint came back into L’s eyes. “…And too delicious to resist.”

With that, L lifted the can of whipped cream and pressed down on the top.

At that moment, Raito was torn by the epic dichotomy of his personality: let L have his way with him and get hopelessly covered in some disgusting sugary foam, or push him off and end it all now, before it had even begun.

Wait. Let L have his way with him? As in L was…seme?

…Oh hell no.

A few desperate thoughts flashed through Raito’s mind as L drew a whipped cream picture on his chest and stomach. Without further thought, Raito did the only thing he could think of: flip L over, once again, so that Raito was again on top.

L looked up at him strangely, but then lifted himself up and swiped his tongue across Raito’s chest, licking up the whipped cream. “Mmm,” he hummed, apparently enjoying himself.

Raito, on his hands and knees above him, closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, and felt L move beneath him. Beneath him.

“I think it’s my turn, isn’t it?” he murmured, opening his eyes and expecting to see L’s sultry face. But instead, he was greeted with the sight of the ugly hotel bedspread.

Raito started as he felt the touch of warm hands move onto his hips, and L’s voice whispered into his ear, “Over here, Raito.” Raito snapped his head around to find L on his knees behind him, his hands positioned on Raito’s sides, one already snaking around the front to unbutton his jeans.

A silent sigh escaped Raito’s lips as his mind went blank. He shifted a little, his arms starting to hurt, and accidentally bumped into L behind him.

He abruptly froze. There was most definitely something hard behind him, and the only thing directly behind him was L’s crotchal region.

Raito couldn’t help the blush that spread over his face. No, I should be elated! he thought, trying to be rational. This is exactly what I’ve been aiming at all along: seducing L. Finally, finally! After this, and he refused to go into detail about what ‘this’ was, I’ll get his true name out of him. Perfection!

Raito smiled again, coldly, his hair falling in front of his face as L leaned down over him to whisper something else in his ear.

I have him now.

-----

From a dark corner of the room, Ryuuk stared amusedly at the two men on the bed, chuckling softly to himself. Humans truly were most entertaining creatures.

And, Ryuuk thought, watching L slip the can of whipped cream into his pants, presumably for safekeeping, they were also completely ridiculous.

-----

All grammar mistakes are mine, this hasn’t even been looked over yet but I wanted to post it as soon as it was done to calm some of our FFN readers down. O.o Those guys are fucking insane. XD

In KYFC chapter 14: “Things” are revealed…(evil laughter) Unluckily for Raito, they’re not exactly what they seem…

New chapter?!? NO!

2006-12-11T00:50:24Z

At least not yet.

Unlike lots of whiney fanfiction authors I actually don't get annoyed by the requests (read: begs) to post new chapters, but...yeah, we got nothing so far. We do, however, have a PLAN!

Plans are usually good things. But for us they're probably not. Especially because I'm writing this knowing full well that it may not actually happen, especially because I haven't even OK'd it with Ren yet. O.o

Our Plan is to post 2 chapters before 2007 to make up for such a long absense. Can we do it?! Only time will tell! One is already half-written, and the other one...has a few sentences, if nothing else.

Oh, but on another more exciting note, guess which two members of the lizren team won NaNo this year?!?

Yeahhhuh! Us! You got it! XD

'Aight, I'm out. I think I probably have an essay to write or something. Who even knows anymore?

Also, I wonder why the hell I can never do LJ-cuts properly the first time. DX

KYFCBYEC Chapter 11

2006-12-03T06:04:03Z

Gah, the innuendo in this chapter! It borders obscene, I’m serious! (bangs head against wall) We’re finally at the juicy meat of this fic. Slash fangirls, rejoice and enjoy, and thank you all for your wonderful reviews! This chapter is the last one that's been completely written so far, so you guys reading on LJ are now caught up with the people on FFN.

Chapter 11:

The second Raito's lips met L's, reality took a vacation. Pride, sensibility, and rational thoughts like "oh my god what do you think you're doing?" departed as well, leaving Raito and L to happily make out without a care in the world. The two guys in the bath next to theirs could have disappeared into a whirlpool gateway to another world called New Mazoku and they wouldn't have noticed.

After what seemed like dynasties, L broke off the kiss and fixed Raito with an adorably cute stare. "Love a bowl?" he asked in puzzlement. "my name stands for 'Love a bowl'? How could anyone love a bowl, even if it was a really nice one?"

Raito's eye twitched, the fuzzy afterglow of the fantastically perfect kiss starting to fade. "Maybe they really love the ramen in it?" he said dryly, trying his utmost to preserve that warm feeling of mutual affection for just a moment longer.

L giggled coyly.

Giggled.

Coyly.

"Oh, Yagami-kun, you're so funny," he said, long black hair sodden with crystalline droplets of water.

Raito was torn between the desire to whip out his Death Note and kill L right there on the spot, his lack of L's real name notwithstanding (he didn't think "Loveable" would cut it with the Death Note) and whipping out another, much more agreeable and needy object.

"Let's go back to OUR hotel room," L cooed, running his fingers through Raito's hair and gazing at Raito lovingly through heavily lidded eyes.

Raito frowned slightly--had L just cooed at him? However, what with the soft, slender fingers moving through his hair and demurely sexy expression on L’s face, Raito didn’t think he had the mental capacity to contemplate it.

Several responses to L’s question ran through Raito’s mind at once, beginning with “Why of course!”, “You lead the way, darling!” and “Oh God, just hurry up and take me there!” Because he didn’t think any of them were entirely appropriate, however, he simply settled on a nondescript gurgle.

L’s lips twitched into a smile as he slid out of the bath, and Raito was left with nothing to do but sit there drooling or follow him, deciding on the more dignified route of lifting himself out of the bath as well. The couple made their way back to the locker room, Raito’s little L act completely forgotten as he struggled to even walk naturally for himself, what with a very almost naked L moving seductively right beside him.

As they opened their lockers, L put a warm hand on Raito’s shoulder, and Raito was forced to look over at him. “Yagami-kun, I forgot that I—” L began, drawing Raito’s attention to the man’s supple lips, stretched around the thumb stuck in his mouth. Raito felt himself heating up, his eyes fixed on that gorgeous thumb, L’s lips moving gracefully around it as he spoke, although a peculiar rushing in his ears prevented him from understanding what was being said. It was those damned lips, which just kept sliding up and down his finger, making it slippery and wet as it pulsed in and out of L’s mouth in time with his words. It was mesmeric, entrancing, totally and completely engulfing Raito’s sense and sensibility until he felt as if he had to move closer, closer to L and his dazzling form. Raito saw himself lean in, a hand moving on its own to touch L’s skin, smooth and soft after their soak in the baths, and--

“Oh! Ryuuzaki, Yagami-kun, what’re you doing here?” The voice cut sharply through Raito’s trance, causing him to snap his head in the direction of the speaker and lower his hand like he had been shocked.

“Matsuda-san!” L exclaimed amiably. “Raito was just teaching me how one acts in a bath house, since I’ve never been to one before.”

Matsuda smiled. “Huh, that was nice of you, Yagami-kun. But what brings you two so far from headquarters? It’s getting pretty late,” he said, totally innocently.

Raito shot him a withering look. “I think we should be asking you what you’re doing here, Matsuda-san. We have work tomorrow.”

“He’s right,” L agreed. “We’d be at our houses at this hour too, if we weren’t staying in the hotel right across the street.” L pointed in the direction of the hotel.

A look of dawning realization crossed Matsuda’s face. He smiled slyly. “Ohhh, I get it. You two are staying together. But I wonder why you chose somewhere like the Hilton, instead of, y’know, a love-hotel or something…” He trailed off, looking slightly bashful.

Raito was sure a vein had burst in his forehead. “Excuse me?” he hissed, looking over at L for support. L simply looked amused, however, and didn’t offer any helpful words.

Matsuda chuckled nervously, acutely aware of Raito’s anger. “Uh…I guess I put my foot in my mouth there, ha-ha. But really, you don’t have to hide it. I won’t mention it to your father, Yagami-kun.”

Raito’s glare became deadly. He had to control the situation since he seemed, judging by his recent behavior around L, to be able to control little else. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, Matsuda-san, but I have a hypothesis that it’s wrong,” he said, slowly and dangerously.

“Ok, ok!” Matsuda said, throwing up his hands in easy surrender, just as Raito thought he would. “No need to get touchy. I guess I’ll see you two at work tomorrow, yeah? Oh, and to answer your question, Yagami-kun, I’m visiting my parents, and their apartment is just down the street from here.”

L nodded serenely, and Matsuda continued on his way out to the baths.

L then turned back to Raito, fully capturing his attention again. “So, as I was saying, could I take yours?” he asked lightly.

At the words could I take yours Raito’s mind made a gigantic leap across chasms of rationality into a strange land where everything had some hidden sexual connotation, and the only noun he could think of that fit with L’s sentence was ‘virginity.’

“Um, s-sure,” Raito answered, dazed and unable to believe what L had just said.

L stood there awkwardly for a moment, staring at Raito as if he were supposed to be doing something. “Yagami-kun,” he finally said in a slightly suspicious tone of voice, eying Raito thoroughly, “you do still have yours, don’t you?”

A blush swept over Raito’s cheeks, which he quickly hid by pulling his ratty L-t-shirt over his head. “Of course I do!” he snapped irritably, trying to avoid L’s darkly perceptive eyes.

“Then I guess I can just come with you, and then I’ll let you go inside first.” L gave him a small smile. “Is that all right, Yagami-kun?”

Raito was completely and utterly positive that he had truly gone crazy this time. All those other instances of insanity had just been a warm-up for the actual event. “Y-Yeah,” he managed weakly.

“But don’t forget that you have to stick it into the slot gently,” L continued seriously.

Raito swallowed.

L paused. “Although I’m sure you already know better than I how that works.”

Well, that wasn’t exactly true, but Raito was too preoccupied trying to prevent the drool from spilling out of mouth to respond.

“I’m not very experienced with using hotel keycards myself. Usually I just have Watari open the room for me,” L said nonchalantly, turning to walk out of the locker room as though he had said nothing of any consequence.

Raito’s eyes widened in horror. “K-key card?” He said, stuttering for the third time in a row. “He was talking about a hotel keycard?” he repeated in disbelief.

L, who heard his mutterings, turned around, a look of total innocence on his face. “Why, yes, Yagami-kun. Don’t you remember? Before Matsuda-san showed up I told you that I forgot that I’d left my keycard in the hotel room, and was wondering if I could take yours.” He turned around again and continued walking, leaving Raito to stew by himself.

Raito slammed a fist against a nearby locker. So it’s still on, is it, L? Raito thought to himself maniacally. You may think you’re winning, oh yes, but really you have no idea how far you’re in over your head. I, like I am destined to, will come out victorious as the leader of the new world order of Kira!

Raito grinned darkly, mussed up his wet hair so it again resembled L’s, and then followed L out of the locker room. The night was young, and it was going to be a long one.

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In KYFCBYEC 12: Raito and L return to their hotel room, and things start to heat up in the most delicious way. Will Raito at last be victorious and successfully manipulate L into revealing his name? Or will Raito’s plan backfire on himself? Find out in chapter 12!

Yeahhh, we started this fic a year and a half ago. Jaysus. Also, I'm proud to announce that we've officially broken the 30k hits mark on fanfiction.net, which is pretty damn amazing for a fic in the Death Note fandom (although it's now a lot larger than when we started). Thanks to anyone who bothers to read this, and I assure you that comments are loved beyond the words of thanks written in response. =D
Previous chapters: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8+9], [10]

Stuff

2006-11-03T02:55:12Z

So both Ren and I are doing NaNo this year, which is basically where you write a 50,000 word novella in the month of November. Not only is it completely insane considering my level of schoolwork, but it also crushes all my flowery dreams of finishing the next chapter of KYFCBYEC (damn, I still love that acronym so) anytime this month, despite that we haven't posted a new chapter since July. Alas, although this is true, WE'RE NOT DEAD. YET. And we haven't given up. We're merely making lame excuses as to why we're so lazy. XP

As a consolation prize I have a wonderful link, though: online bubble wrap.

AHH HOW COOL IS THAT?!? XD All the simple joys of popping bubble wrap...ONLINE! *watches as her life spirals into a void of bubble-popping*

I can also promise that the next chapter is, in all its seriousness, completely awesome. Like, I actually mean it. I laugh my ass off every time I read its partially-finished glory.

So...have an awesome November, everybody! <3

-Liz

PS- Anybody got any fic recommendations? I've never actually read a Death Note fic (I'm completely shameless, aren't I?) and I figure I should probably remedy that sometime before my own one is finished. XD

KYEC Chapter 10

2006-09-21T01:02:09Z

A/N: For those who will soon be wondering, apoplexy is (according to dictionary.com) “Sudden impairment of neurological function, especially that resulting from a cerebral hemorrhage; a stroke.” Heheh.

Chapter 10

Raito continued to cast glances at L as they left the café, and L continued to pretend he didn’t notice. Finally, after several minutes of walking, Raito cleared his throat. “Which hotel are we staying at, Ryuu?”

L glanced over, a rather amused smile twisting up the corners of his lips ever so slightly. “The Hilton Tokyo.”

Raito nodded in acknowledgment, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. The night air was a bit chilly, since he was only wearing jeans and a cotton t-shirt, and he wondered why L was never cold. He glanced down at his feet and suppressed a shudder. The old tennis shoes he had donned really were atrocious.

After about ten more minutes of walking, they reached the hotel. L looked duly impressed at the grandeur of the lobby, while Raito rolled his eyes. He then realized, though, that rolling his eyes was most un-L-like behavior, and promptly slouched down farther, running a hand through his hair to mess it up a little more.

“I’d like a room,” L said, shuffling up to the front desk.

Eyeing his disheveled appearance, the receptionist asked, “Just for you…sir?” He added the last part as an afterthought.

L shook his head. “No, for the both of us.” he gestured in Raito’s direction.

“So, two rooms?”

Raito felt his teeth clench. Was L really going to get two rooms for them? Has he been leading Raito on? Had he been behaving so…seductively on purpose?

“No, just one,” L replied, unfazed.

Raito was surprised at the relief he felt.

The receptionist looked the couple over once more and nodded, giving them a set of two keycards. “Room 464,” he said curtly.

As L palmed the keycards, Raito found his shoulders relaxing back into their L-slouch. He hadn’t even known he had tensed so much and unconsciously straightened them up.

A few minutes later, Raito and L were opening the door to their hotel room. They walked slowly in, Raito a little apprehensive and L simply amused, and both sat down on opposite sides of the one bed in the room.

Raito had a sudden, irrational urge to say something inane, just to fill up the silence that had descended on the room. He mentally slapped himself for such silly behavior, and instead shifted uncomfortably. This, however, did nothing to relieve the tension in the room, of which he was uncomfortably aware.

It was ironic, Raito mused, that the one time he was actually frustratingly close to bagging L, he was too awkward to do it. Awkwardness was definitely not a feeling Raito had ever felt before. In fact, there was no rational reason why he was being awkward now! He was acting like a child, too caught up in his own mind to even notice the ridiculousness of the situation.

These thoughts reassured Raito somewhat, and so, to prove his point and overcome these “completely irrational” feelings, he turned his head to meet L’s eyes, and then slid them across the other man’s body, looking him over.

His t-shirt, twin to Raito’s own, clung in all the right places, revealing L’s lean and wiry frame. His pants comfortably hugged his hips, which Raito thought was a miracle since L obviously didn’t buy them on purpose so they’d flatter his body type. His raven-colored hair, though an unruly mess, strangely suited him, and Raito could hardly imagine it in any other style.

L glanced over at him and smiled coyly. “Whatever are you looking at, Raito-kun?” he almost purred.

A sudden heat filled the pit of Raito’s stomach and, he realized with trepidation, perhaps his feelings weren’t quite so irrational. The man was quite a threat to his sanity. A very sexy threat to his sanity.

“You, Mr. Sexy,” Raito replied without thinking, too caught up in his own thoughts.

L’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he breathed.

Raito’s eyes also widened, and he felt like hitting his head on the wall. What the hell had L done to him to get him saying such things? “Uh…I think I’m suffering apoplexy.” Raito wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t true, come to think of it.

“Ah,” L answered, still a little shocked. Perhaps Raito wasn’t being as well fooled as he had thought. Could have underestimated Raito, once again?

To say something so out of character for himself, knowing it would be one of the few responses to catch me off guard…Could Raito know my plan as well? L thought, a little impressed with Raito, although his features betrayed nothing. Raito was one of two people who could surprise him at every turn. The other was, of course, Kira. Which only served to increase his suspicion that Raito could be Kira…

Raito and L sat uncomfortably on opposite sides of the bed for a moment longer, before Raito chanced another glance over at L, who made a rather halfhearted attempt at batting his eyelashes. “Yagami-kun, you look a little tense.” L scooted a few inches closer to Raito. “Perhaps a bath would loosen you up?” he breathed into Raito’s ear.

Raito’s head nodded vigorously with enthusiasm before his brain had any time to think about a more appropriate reaction. “Guh,” he grunted, further confirming his suspicion that he was losing brain cells at an alarmingly fast rate.

L smiled sweetly at him, making Raito’s heart melt and his mind wary. L was being nice. Too nice. “Look,” L pointed out the window, “how convenient. There’s a bath house right across the street.”

***

Five minutes later, L padded across the tiled locker room and set down his basket of Samurai Shampoo, pulling off his shirt as he did so.

Raito found his eyes inexorably drawn to the naked skin of L’s chest. L then reached for the zipper of his pants, and Raito found himself completely incapable of looking away.

Noticing this, L glanced up at Raito. “Is something wrong, Raito-kun? I’ve never been to a bathhouse before…is this not how one behaves?” he asked genuinely.

Raito shook his head slightly, mostly to clear his thoughts. “No, no, Ryuu, you’re doing nothing wrong.” At this, Raito pulled off his own shirt, folding it neatly and putting it away. As he unfastened his pants, he stared resolutely at the wall, determined not to look over at L.

“Ah!” L exclaimed, forcing Raito to look up.

“What is it?” Raito asked.

“The zipper is stuck,” L said, giving Raito a mournful look.

Raito swallowed.

“Could you help me with it, Yagami-kun?” L queried innocently, an angelic expression on his face.

Raito tried to swallow again, but found that his mouth was too dry for that to be possible. Instead he walked meekly up to L and extended a shaky hand to lower the jammed zipper. To his surprise, it came without much force at all, but even that wasn’t enough to save him from blushing like a schoolgirl. To avoid being detected in his uncharacteristic defenselessness, Raito shot out of the locker room towards the bathing area, intent on washing quickly and getting into the bath even quicker.

***

Another five minutes later Raito still wasn’t relaxed. In fact, although he was now soaking in the purifying waters of the bath, he was decidedly more awkward. L, that devilish baggy-eyed bombshell, was sitting, stark naked, only two feet away from him, albeit in water up to their chests.

Raito chanced a quick look at L. His hair was curling in the steam, making him even more of a sultry minx, and the strong, flowery scent of the Samurai Shampoo he’d used in his rinse wafted enticingly though the air. “So,” Raito finally began, “nice water.”

L gave him a Look. “It would be even nicer…if you were sitting closer to me,” he suggested.

Raito coughed, mumbled something under his breath, and then scooted towards him. “It’s very relaxing,” he remarked, to cover up his embarrassment.

L looked at him quizzically. “You don’t look very relaxed, Raito,” he purred. “I think a backrub is in order.”

Raito’s eyes narrowed and he contemplated L suspiciously. “A backrub? What kind of backrub?”

L stifled a smile and gingerly laid a hand on Raito’s shoulder. The scent of his shampoo was overpowering. He was intoxicated, and even felt a little lightheaded, like he had that day he’d gotten drunk with L. He was, for lack of a better phrase, drunk on L-vibes.

“Raito, your skin is so soft,” cooed L sweetly, a lustful gaze in his eyes.

Raito overbalanced in shock and fell into the water. When he surfaced, L looked so concerned that Raito couldn’t help but think that L’s intentions might actually be sincere.

“I know what L stands for,” Raito murmured suddenly, surprising even himself by putting his hands on L’s shoulders and looking him in the eye.

L gazed back at him dubiously. “Do you now?” he asked coolly, although he was somewhat alarmed by the idea that Raito might have figured out his true name, especially if he turned out to be Kira…

“Yes, I do,” Raito answered seriously. “L stands for Loveable.”

He leaned over, closing the distance between them, and hesitantly pressed his lips to L’s.

***

To be continued...

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Previous chapters: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8+9]

KYFCBYEC Chapter 8 + 9

2006-08-10T20:40:25Z

I'm doing a chapter 8 and 9 double post cuz I went to edit chapter 8 in order to post it (mostly at black_solaris's unwitting urging) and then realized that it was really inadequate, and should have just been part of chap. 9 in the first place. Huh.

Chapter 8

“Raito…” Raito heard L say in an exasperated voice. He slowly became aware of the fact that he was leaning heavily on someone’s shoulder, and they were half-dragging him into an elevator.

“L?” Raito queried groggily. He had a vague feeling that he should be feeling uncomfortable and awkward around L, but his mind was much too fuzzy and warm for him to think properly about why that might be the case.

“You’re drunk,” L informed him disapprovingly, propping him up against the wall of the elevator and turning to contemplate the vast column of buttons to find the right floor number.

“You’re sexy,” Raito countered in a voice that was surprisingly coherent.

When he noticed that L was speechless, he felt a rush of victory. He'd outwitted L so wittingly that L could not find a suitable witty report…retort. Witty. Hmm, it was getting harder to think straight. Whatever. What mattered was that L was clearly no match for him when it came to their verbal spats. In the end, Raito would always come out victorious, and L would always be left pushing blinking buttons in elevators. This pleased Raito greatly.

“1 7h1nk j00 n331) 70 5l33p 0ff 4ll 7h47 54k3,” L concluded suddenly, after an awkward pause.

Raito frowned. He had simply not understood a word of what L had just said. Not one word. In fact, his head was feeling a little funny, there was some odd buzzing going on, and everything seemed a little too loud.

“n0! 1)0n7 5l11)3 70 73h fl00r!” L exclaimed, when Raito started gravitating towards the floor at an alarmingly fast rate. L leapt forward and caught Raito just before he hit the floor.

“L…I don’t understand what you’re…talking. Speaking. Saying,” Raito chided, though that wasn’t very important anymore, now that he was in L’s arms.

“R4170, 1 4m g01ng 70 74k3 j00 70…” L began, but that was all Raito heard before he blacked out again.

***

Somebody was talking much too loud. It pounded against Raito’s eardrums and made his head feel as if it would split open. Really now, they needed to shut up.

With this thought in mind, Raito grudgingly opened his eyes, wincing as fluorescent light hit his face like a brick. The nerves in the back of his eyes seemed to be on fire, and the fuzzy voice was still talking incessantly.

“Shut up,” Raito hissed, moving haphazardly into a sitting position. He still couldn’t see anything; the unbearably bright light obscured his vision.

“Ah, Yagami-kun, you’re awake!” he heard Matsuda say cheerfully.

Raito simply wanted to hit him. What the hell was there to be cheerful about? He didn’t even know where he was, not to mention why he had such a terrible headache.
Before he could cuss him out, however, another more loathsome voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Yagami-kun,” L said evenly.

Suddenly L’s face swam into view as Raito’s eyes adjusted to the light, and the memories of the night before flooded back.

Shit. He’d gotten drunk. And then he’d…he’d kissed L.

Raito had a sudden urge to brush his teeth.

L seemed to notice the death glare Raito sent at him, but mercifully did not ask any questions in his usual idiotic way. Instead, he turned around and walked out of the room, which Raito now recognized to be their investigation headquarters.

L must have brought him here after their little…incident…last night. L had no home to speak of, so this would be the logical place, especially if he didn’t want the chief to find out where his son had been all night.

Despite his enmity of L, Raito was a little relieved at this. The last thing he needed were questions concerning his outings. It seemed that L had given him this little mercy.

What surprised Raito more, though, was that L hadn’t gloated over his victory. Raito had gotten drunk, something he never thought he’d do, then kissed the man, and then passed out, all over L. If Raito were in L’s place, he’d never let L get away with it. He’d revel until L was dead!

But he wasn’t L, Raito supposed. He just wasn’t anything like that man.

He was much smarter.

Matsuda interrupted Raito’s musings. “So, what exactly did you two do last night?”

Raito’s head snapped over to focus on Matsuda’s face, eyeing him with contempt. “Nothing,” he said venomously.

Matsuda seemed to completely miss his deadly tone. “Oh no, Yagami-kun! I’ve seen that look before! The way you look at Ryuuzaki, I mean. You don’t even look at Misamisa that way!” Matsuda laughed.

Raito, however, was not amused. “What exactly are you suggesting, Matsuda-san?” His piercing manner could’ve shattered stone.

Once again, Matsuda was unaware of the threat in Raito’s voice. He chuckled to himself. “I mean that, well, Misa is pretty hot, you know, and she drapes herself all over you, but you never seem to respond at all. You told us at the Christmas party, after we got you drunk, that you two haven’t, you know, done it yet.”

Raito narrowed his eyes a little. That was the Christmas party he had pretended to be drunk at, thinking it would butter L up to reveal his name later. He assumed that drunk people would babble about things they shouldn’t, and thought this was an appropriately unimportant detail to speak of. Apparently it wasn’t, as it was now back, biting him in the ass.

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Raito was now less than amused and eyed Matsuda accordingly, daring him to continue.

“Well, Yagami-kun…you and Ryuuzaki seem pretty close. And you and Misa have never gotten anywhere beyond hugs and maybe a tight-lipped kiss or two. And Misa is, simply put, irresistible, and yet you seem much more intent on Ryuuzaki. Like I said, I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Matsuda face was soft, almost sympathetic, which only made Raito despise him more.

“What did you just insinuate?” Raito hissed, his whole body emulating the rage he was feeling at such a suggestion.

Matsuda was a little shocked at Raito’s violent reaction. “Yagami-kun, I didn’t mean to—”

“No,” Raito interrupted, keeping his voice even yet deadly. “I know what you meant. And that has to be the most revolting thing I have ever heard.”

Matsuda’s eyes were wide with alarm, so wide that Raito realized he usually didn’t behave this way in front of his coworkers. They expected him to be the innocent, well-mannered young man.

Hell, L was making him go crazy. He was losing his grip on himself. Damn that stupid man.

Raito forced his face to crack into a smile, as if everything had just been a joke. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, Matsuda-san! You take things so seriously!” He forced a laugh for good measure.

Matsuda blinked in confusion at the sudden mood swing Raito had gone through. “Er…yeah. I guess I do…” he said, still shaking from the intensity Raito’s previous tone.

Raito laughed again and stood up to leave the room, swaying slightly as the pounding in his head returned. “It’s just the hang-over, that’s all…” he muttered, rationalizing as much to Matsuda as to himself.
***
Fin chapter 8...now onto 9!

Chapter 9

Raito wandered to the office’s bathroom, head still pounding from his killer hangover. He gently closed the bathroom door behind himself, trying not to create any loud noises to further upset his fragile head.

Leaning over the sink, he splashed water onto his face. What had gotten into him? First, he’d gotten drunk, and then he’d completely forgotten himself in front of his coworkers.

And, above all of his other failures, L still hadn’t been seduced.

Raito looked up into the mirror above the sink, beads of water still dripping off his face. There had to be some reason that L wasn’t responding. The man was only human, after all, and Raito knew from experience that most other humans had an extreme amount of trouble resisting his charms and devastatingly good looks.

Raito had tried everything. He had played with L, to try and get him to relax, which had, needless to say, failed miserably. He had given the man cake. Raito had even made completely blatant passes at L, and invited him to a hotel room alone. Twice.

And yet L seemed completely oblivious of, or at least apathetic towards, Raito’s advances.

This was something Raito simply couldn’t understand. If he had been in L’s place, he would have been all over himself.

He studied his face in the mirror for another moment.

And then it came to him.

Raito and L were two totally different people, and what turned on Raito probably far from pleased L.

But that left the question, what exactly did please L?

Another flash of brilliance, and this answer also came to Raito.

L didn’t seem to like anyone at all, or be particularly taken with anyone. But, perhaps if he were to meet a man like himself…someone who acted as idiotic as him, he would be completely ensnared in their charms.

Raito watched himself in the mirror as a wicked grin slowly spread across his face.

His plan, his final attempt at seducing L into forfeiting his name, was finally forming.

***

L was sitting quietly in his usual chair, knees pulled up against his chest, thumb in mouth, when Raito sauntered up to him looking decidedly strange.

“Hello, Ryuu,” Raito said, his tone slightly more apathetic than usual.

L’s eyes swept over him. “Hello, Yagami-kun,” he replied, wary despite his calm tone. What scheme was Raito plotting this time?

Raito didn’t respond, instead pulling a chair up next to L and sitting awkwardly down.

For a moment, Raito battled fiercely with himself. Could he really swallow his pride and superior breeding enough for his new plan to be successful?

Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Raito visibly relaxed his normally impeccable posture and forced his legs up onto the chair, sitting in a perfect imitation of L.

L blinked in surprise. He definitely had not expected Raito to begin his scheme by doing that. However, it would probably be worth it to just play along, and see where it went.

Raito looked up at the television screens in front of him, all set to various news channels blaring the latest Kira killings. He consciously tried to open his eyes as wide as they would go, although he knew it was rather fruitless. His eyes could never look as gigantic as L’s; the man had an inhuman ability to keep them open wide.

His efforts were not lost on L, however, although they did leave him a bit more confused. Exactly what was Raito playing at?

The pair sat in silence for another few minutes, until Raito moved slightly, pulling off his socks and throwing them onto the ground.

It was hard for Raito to do such a thing. He was normally quite neat, and despised L for walking around barefoot.

It was hard for L to watch him do such a thing without bursting into fits of laughter.

Misa walked in at that moment, and nearly dropped the tea tray she carrying. Seeing Raito, nearly curled up on a chair, eyes forcibly opened wide, was such a shockingly ridiculous image that she thought she must’ve seen it wrong at first. At second glance, however, it appeared she hadn’t.

Raito studiously ignored her obvious open-mouthed gape at him. He knew his behavior was odd, but it was all for the Cause.

After a few seconds, Misa regained her composure and continued over to where Raito and L were sitting, setting down the tea tray on the small table in front of them. “Um, tea, Raito?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Raito, instead of answering verbally, nodded and gingerly picked up the delicate china cup, sloshing the tea over the top. He had to check the scowl that automatically moved onto his features.

L also took a cup, silently praising Raito for his decent impression of himself. Without looking over at the other man, L grabbed five creamers and six sugar cubes, haphazardly dropping the sugar in and pouring in the cream.

Raito was watching closely, and mimicked his moves almost exactly, even to the point of the same number of sugar cubes and creamers. L was secretly surprised. Raito usually took his tea plain, and didn’t disguise his distain for sweets.

That was one of the many things he truly couldn’t understand about Raito. How could one not like sweets?

The pair sipped their tea in silence, interrupted only by Misa’s occasional attempt at small talk. Mostly, she just chatted to herself, while L listened intently and Raito pretended to listen while really watching L’s every move.

Finally, Misa left Raito and L alone. Raito, unsure of what L would say in such a situation, continued to sit quietly, and so L spoke up after a moment. “Raito, would you like to go out for a bite of cake?”

Raito looked over to L in shock, completely bewildered at L’s unprecedented comment. He had never asked Raito out, and, in truth, had never even shown an interest in the outings that Raito invited him to. He had been worried that L perhaps knew about his schemes all along, and was simply humoring him in playing along.

Of course, now he realized what a silly idea that was. L would never, and could never, outsmart Raito.

“Yes,” Raito answered a little too quickly and animatedly. He immediately realized his mistake and forced his voice to be calmer, as L’s always was. “After work?”
L nodded, and then went back to stacking up his creamer containers into a small pyramid. He knew it was time for Raito’s little game to end. He would have to either give Raito what he wanted, or refuse him so dramatically that Raito would forever cease his plot to seduce him. The choice, for L, was simple. There really had only been one way for this to play out since the beginning.

***

Raito was strangely giddy for the remainder of the afternoon, and thoroughly frightened Matsuda when he walked past him in the hall outside the office, barefoot and smiling almost maniacally. An honest smile was definitely not something Matsuda was accustomed to seeing on Raito’s face, and it threw him off rather spectacularly.

***
After their workday officially ended, L and Raito left the building for the cake shop.

By that time, Raito had fully embraced his new plot to act exactly like L, and now even looked somewhat like him. He had mussed up his hair as much as he could take without gagging, changed out of his usually khakis and dress-shirt in favor of a white, quarter-sleeve length t-shirt and jeans, and exchanged his spotless shoes for his old high school gym sneakers. Although they weren’t as ratty as L’s, they were about as dilapidated as he felt he could wear. There were some lines he just couldn’t bring himself to cross.

Arriving at the cozy little shop, mostly decorated pink and frequented by young couples on dates, L guided Raito to a table in front of the cake display case. Raito pretended to be entranced with the cakes, as L would be, while actually sneaking surreptitious glances at L.

L, of course, noticed, but chose not to say anything.

The waitress finally broke their awkward silence, penciling down their two orders of strawberry shortcake and tea. Although Raito favored chocolate, he knew L happened to be quite preferential to strawberry.

Unlike the last time they had visited a café together, the waitress did not try to flirt with him. Raito chalked it up to his new “L look”. It wouldn’t be strange if many didn’t find his disheveled, slobby look attractive.

Although he personally didn’t mind it too much. It even looked a little sexy on L…

Raito gave himself a mental slap. Thoughts of that sort were completely unnecessary.

L was still staring longingly at the cake display when the waitress returned with their orders, effectively breaking Raito’s tension. The thoughts had sent his mind into a gutter he really didn’t want it to be in, and cake provided a welcome distraction. Throwing away his normal reservations about eating avariciously, he quickly shoved a bite of cake into his mouth.

L, however, uncharacteristically remained motionless, not even looking at his cake. Instead, he stared intently at Raito.

Out of the corner of his eye, Raito could see what L was doing, and, quite frankly, it unnerved him. L had never actually looked directly at Raito before. Although he might have been happy to receive a little attention from his rival, he couldn’t help but feel unsettled. L was looking at him almost exactly how he would look at a piece of exceptionally delicious cake.

Somewhat startled at this revelation, and what it could possibly mean as to L’s feelings about him, Raito inadvertently met L’s gaze. An electric jolt went through him as their eyes connected, and he looked away after only a split second.

Was it just Raito, or was there a trace of smugness in L’s eyes?

Raito cursed himself for his foolishness. Once again, he was letting his emotions overtake his intellect. Mastery of self, that was the key.

L’s next comment, however, ruined all “mastery of self” Raito tried to regain.

“Yagami-kun, would you like to accompany me to a hotel for the night?”

Raito did a double take. “What did you just say, Ryuu?” Raito asked, trying to keep the excitement at such a prospect out of his voice.

“I asked if Yagami-kun would like to go to a hotel for the night, with me.”

If Raito were a less constrained person, his jaw would have dropped. L asking him to a hotel after inviting him to a café patronized by dating couples, of his own free will? It was all rather too good to be true. Had L finally been seduced at long last? Raito couldn't help but think he had.

Raito ate another large bite of cake to disguise his self-satisfied smile.

L also ate a bite to disguise his own. His plan, too, was moving forward nicely.
***
To look forward to in chapter 10: After Raito and L arrive awkwardly at their hotel room, L suggests a trip the bathhouse…will Raito be able to resist? Will he even want to? And what exactly is L planning, anyway? ;)

Annnd that's all for now. We're catching up to the end of what's been written so far...2 more to go 'till then. Thanks for reading, and I'd love to hear your comments!

KYFCBYEC Chapter 7

2006-07-27T18:08:23Z

Chapter 12 was just posted on FFN, but here's chapter 7 for you all here on LJ.

A/N: The first time I posted this it was 3 days before the manga was released in English…ahh, sweet memories. XD I don’t know if I should be saying this, but this chapter definitely isn’t one of my favorites. Still, it leads up to chapter 8, which is, in my opinion, the start of the best part of this fic. : )

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“You got hurt in a freak tennis accident?” Matsuda asked, slightly skeptical. Even if L was smarter than him, he wasn’t about to believe something quite so far-fetched.

L nodded gravely. “My ability at tennis has been increasing since my games with Raito; the level of play is so much higher. Unfortunately, the number of injuries sustained by such matches also increases.”

Matsuda nodded. L could be odd, but he was still an unrivalled genius. Unrivalled by all except perhaps Raito, that is.

Raito overheard the scene with scorn, turning away and narrowing his eyes. L was a complete Neanderthal. A tennis accident? Who would use such a lame excuse as that…

“Yagami-kun has a very good backhand, don’t you?” L said, dragging Raito into the conversation.

Raito turned around, trying to suppress his death-glare. The result was a rather pained scowling look. “Don’t you think we should get back to work, Ryuuzaki?” he said through gritted teeth.

L smiled slightly. “You’re so serious, Yagami-kun.” There was no hint of the smile in his voice.

Raito grimaced frostily back. “Catching Kira is of utmost importance. I have no time in which to fool around.”

‘No time in which to fool around? Because you must catch Kira or because, as Kira, you must hide yourself from being caught?’ L thought, keeping his face completely expressionless.

Matsuda watched the interaction in awe. Some sort of tacit exchange had just occurred on an intellectual level far above his own. Something had happened, although he knew he didn’t have a chance of comprehending exactly what. Shaking his head, he turned from the observation room. The whole ordeal was rather over him.

Now alone, Raito and L looked at each other intently for a moment. Something twinged in Raito’s stomach as L’s bottomless black eyes peered into his own. Clearing his throat, he suddenly found the oppressive silence nearly unbearable. “I’m sorry about the stairs, Ryuu,” Raito offered in an effort to break the silence.

Of course he couldn’t really be sorry. It was all an act in order to seduce L. That’s what it always had been and what it always would be. Even if the man was drop-dead gorgeous, he was still the enemy and would have to be eliminated at all costs.

After weeks of doubting his feelings towards L, he had finally come to terms with them. The push down the stairs and subsequent rush of emotions was enough for him to realize what was really plaguing him:

Pure, unadulterated lasciviousness.

Now that he was finally out of the denial stage, he could move onto much more productive things and set aside the feelings connected with L. Of course, his plan now had a new goal in addition to the old one of simply killing L: to seduce him first. Raito felt his win would be empty if he was to kill the fool without much trouble. That would be far too boring for someone of Raito’s intellectual abilities.

“That’s fine, Yagami-kun,” L said in his usual, mild and un-emotive voice. Since the stairs incident, he had once again taken to calling Raito “Yagami-kun”. Although L had admitted that Raito probably wasn’t Kira, Raito couldn’t help but think the informality of L’s speech was a huge step backwards.

Raito forced his face to look concerned. “If you really think that, then I’d like to invite you out to dinner for tomorrow.” He tried to keep his voice level, but secretly he was exceptionally nervous. And this scared him, although he’d never actually admit to being scared.

He had never even been nervous before, at least not over something like this. It was almost like asking someone out on a date, which he had never done before either, in truth.

Raito looked intently at L, trying to will away any further feelings for the man. Lust was where he drew the line.

“Well, I suppose. If you think it would be beneficial,” L replied slowly, not sure of what to make of this offer. It could be dangerous to blindly accept anything Raito gave him. Raito’s motivation was never quite clear.

Raito’s face cracked into a smile, laced with a slight smirk. “Great! We can go after work, since tomorrow’s Friday.”

L nodded his agreement, and they both went back to work. Sensing the conclusion of the tense moment, Matsuda padded lightly back into the room, glancing gingerly between Raito and L. Although Raito looked much happier and less worried than moments before, L looked much more troubled.

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Raito cleared his throat, trying almost desperately to ignore how hard his heart was pounding. He scrunched his eyes shut, attempting to regain his composure. It was just dinner. Just dinner, whereupon he would seduce L. And, perhaps if things went well, they would get a hotel room, although hotels had never gone well for the pair.

He looked up at the man across from him, noticing how the soft candlelight played on L’s features, accentuating the fine curves of his cheeks.

“I’m sorry?” Raito said for the fourth time that evening. He had been paying far too much attention to the supple contours of L’s body to gather what the man was actually saying. Not that it really mattered. It wasn't like Raito liked L for his personality, or anything silly like that.

“I asked, Yagami-kun, if we could go to that delicious pastry shop,” L stated, as patient and impassive as ever.

Raito stifled a groan of annoyance. All L ever wanted was dessert, and now the type Raito had in mind. “Yes, Ryuu. Yes, we can go.”

For the first time that evening, L’s countenance lit up. This caused him to look even more sexy, and Raito felt a twinge in the pit of his stomach. He shifted uncomfortably in the restaurant chair, trying to block out the images of L’s body spread seductively on a bed. Or better yet, chained to a bed.

Raito choked on the water he was sipping. He…no…that just wasn’t…he just was not going to think things like that. It was all about mastery and control. He had lost control, and now it was time to regain it.

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“I had a very enjoyable time, Yagami-kun.” L’s voice played off his lips like sweet music as they stood together in the street saying goodbyes.

“Yes…yes…” Raito muttered, entranced.

“Thank you for the cake,” L said, oblivious of the awkward silence that had just descended on them.

“Yeah, anything for you.” Raito had absolutely no idea what he was saying; he simply wanted to taste and touch and ravish the lips of the other man.

“Goodnight, Raito,” said L definitively, clutching his box of leftover cake to his chest.

Raito nodded distractedly, and waited for L to turn around and leave. They were still standing outside the pastry shop.

L obligingly turned, but just as he started to walk away, Raito called out to him. The use of his first name had been intoxicating, and he was starting to think he wasn’t quite intoxicated enough yet for this type of thought. “Would you like to get a drink?”

L gave him a strange look. “Drink?”

Suddenly Raito remembered who he was dealing with, as the old enmity flooded back. L’s innocent idiocy at blasted him back.

“Yes, a drink,” he said distastefully, instantly regretting his plea to spend more time with the dolt.

L said nothing for a moment, but then nodded.

Raito turned swiftly around and started a brisk walk towards a bar he knew about from Misa. She frequented such places, claiming to find them “enjoyable,” although Raito could not understand in the slightest how.

He didn’t look back to check if L was following.

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Black eyes floated hazily before Raito. In fact, the whole bar was a bit hazy. He couldn’t quite remember what had prompted him to come here in the first place, only that he was here now, and so was L, Mr. Sexy.

Dimly Raito knew he must be quite drunk if he was referring to L as “Mr. Sexy.”

In all truth, he had never had liquor before. He considered it a waste of good time and brain cells, and usually scorned anyone stupid enough to become so inebriated as to lose all sense of themselves. But then again, he usually wasn’t in lust with the most infuriatingly dim-witted of men.

L sipped his sake casually, his legs pulled up tight against his chest on the small barstool, observing the unusual spectacle before him. Raito was wasted off his ass, an event that would surely never happen again if Raito could help it. L watched attentively, taking in every detail.

“Howmanoodreen?” Raito slurred.

L cocked his head to the side and took another sip of sake. “I apologize, but I didn’t quite catch that,” he said coolly.

Raito swayed on the barstool. He was still sentient enough to realize how bad his speech was, and still proud enough to be quite disturbed by it. To avoid saying anything more and hearing that disgustingly drunken voice, Raito picked up his glass of sake and drank deeply.

As the rice wine stung his throat, he realized drinking more probably wasn’t the smartest thing he had ever done. In fact, it was undoubtedly the dumbest.

L coughed lightly. “I think you should go home, Raito.”

Raito’s already unsteady stomach lurched at the sound of his name off of L’s dazzling lips.

“I…I…” Raito stuttered, trying to remember what he was going to say before L’s mouth had caught his attention.

L’s face softened sympathetically. Raito was more vulnerable than L had ever seen him. “I’ll help you,” he said, slipping his feet off the stool and standing up. He reached out a hand to Raito, who stared at it blankly for several seconds.

Raito’s blank gaze slid up the man’s slender wrist to his finely formed collar bone, and then higher. It was like tunnel vision; all he could see were L’s lips, moistened from sake. Closer and closer they loomed, and suddenly Raito was standing right in front of them. The temptation was far too strong for a smashed Raito to resist.

With an impassioned fervor, Raito pressed his lips against L’s, savoring the delicious taste of saliva and alcohol. Out of sheer surprise, L’s mouth fell slightly open, but Raito took it as a signal and pushed in with is tongue. Before he could accomplish anything more, though, he felt a sharp push from both his front and his back, causing him to wince in pain.

L and the manager of the bar had simultaneously pushed him in different directions. Apparently he wasn’t still proud enough to be disgusted by his drunkenness, seeing as he had just kissed his nemesis in a public bar. The manager, however, seemed quite sober enough to be disgusted at this behavior, and was now shouting angrily. Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Raito lurched out of the bar, feeling decidedly sick.

Just as he crossed the threshold, an overwhelming sense of nausea hit him like a brick and he fainted unceremoniously on the spot.

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I’ll be posting chapter 8 soon. Tomorrow, if I get my act together enough to edit it by then.

KYFC chapter 6

2006-06-24T19:13:26Z

A/N: Definitely one of my favorite chapters (angst-wise), so I hope you enjoy it too!

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Standing on the rooftop of the hotel, leaning against the guard rail encircling the edge, Raito surveyed the Tokyo night-scene, surprised at how brightly lit the city still was, even at this late hour. L stood a few feet back, still at top of the stairs leading up to the roof, the door opened behind him.

Flashing neon lights vibrantly danced across the buildings of glass and steel; yellow, flickering street lamps allowed for dark corners where lovers lurked. Only a few distant, twinkling stars shone through the dark blue canvas of sky, while a crescent moon hung solemnly above the whole scene, impassively observing in the many and sordid affairs of the Tokyo night-life.

Raito looked away disgustedly. Poetry and imagery were for petty fools too imprudent to get a real job. It was strange that Raito had even had lyrical thoughts such as these in the first place. He wasn’t one to dress things up with sweet nothings or pretty words.

Unfortunately, when he looked away from the view, he looked straight at L.

He had been avoiding L’s gaze since they arrived at the roof, the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach refusing to dissipate. In fact, it was growing worse by the minute. The poetic thoughts didn’t help his increasingly frustrated mood.

But it was now or never, wasn’t it? Even if L was an idiot, he couldn’t be fooled forever. Eventually even his pathetic excuse for logical reasoning skills would puzzle out exactly what Raito was doing.

'And I’ll have to get him to submit before then.'

Raito flinched visibly, prompting a sideways look from L. How could he have thought that? The very idea made him nauseous. Quickly regaining composure, he rephrased the thought:

‘And I’ll have to get him to surrender his name before then.’

Raito realized he was still staring at L, and L was still giving him a strange look, as if questioning his sanity. But then again, Raito was questioning his own sanity. Although he was loathe to admit it to himself, he was beginning to have certain…almost lustful…feelings toward that maniac L.

It was simply ridiculous. It was all completely and utterly ridiculous. He was insane; it was as straightforward as that. He hadn’t been getting nearly enough sleep lately, consumed with plans for L’s demise. Actually, now that Raito contemplated it, he really hadn’t thought about anything or anyone other than L since….since he had met the man.

It was like L had taken over his mind, which was a rather scary thought in itself.

Was it really possible to hate someone so, so much and yet be madly in love with them at the same time? Could you seriously go about obsessing over someone you can’t stand being in the same room with?

Raito sighed inwardly and refocused in on his surroundings. L was still staring at him patiently, and Raito was still gazing dreamily back at L.

Dreamily.

What had the once great genius Yagami Raito become, reduced to staring dreamily at another man?

Raito slammed his fist on to the roof’s railing, making the entire length of it vibrate. His hand also thrummed unpleasantly from the force of the blow. ‘Enough is enough,’ he thought, his features arranging themselves into his familiar scowl. Something about the familiarity comforted him.

Enough was enough. Whatever mind games L was playing with him would have to end. Raito would not succumb, and he would not have mercy.

“Raito-kun, is something wrong?” L asked abruptly in his sickeningly sweet voice. The scowl plastered on to Raito’s face deepened.

“No, Ryuu. Nothing is wrong at all,” he hissed, suddenly overcome with a blind, murderous rage. L was naïve and foolish, and only served to complicate Raito’s plans at every turn. He wanted nothing more than to kill the stupid, stupid man. To punch him and kick him into submission, to make him writhe in pain.

Raito closed his eyes and let out a low breath, trying to dispel the anger coursing through him. This effort was ruined, however, by L’s next comment.
“You look almost…lovesick.”

Before Raito knew what was happening he was nose to nose with L, his arms moving on their own. As if in slow motion, L fell backwards from the force of Raito’s hands shoved roughly against his chest in a crude shove, the power of the blow propelling him through the open door behind him and down the stairs below. L’s body hit the fourth step with a dull thud.

Raito almost snorted. How could L be so fragile as to be thrown down the stairs by that sort of push? But the snort died in his throat when he saw the look on L’s face.

The other man’s features were screwed up in an expression of bewildered pain that sent a jolt of guilt through Raito. Guilt? No, that couldn’t possibly be right…

A flurry of thoughts rushed through his head, the most prominent of which was ‘Dammit, he better be ok.’ But why would he be asking himself a question such as that? What the hell did he care if the bastard was hurt? Hadn’t he just wanted him to hurt?

“No,” Raito whispered, completely positive that he was losing his grip on reality. He was only interested in L’s safety because otherwise he would never get the satisfaction of killing the man himself. There, that must be the reason! he thought, even as a small part of his brain knew it was just a rationalization for an entirely different sentiment.

But, if this was the reason behind his recent spasms of emotion, perhaps it was ok to let a little bit of these feelings on to L.

Armed with the boldness this new outlook gave him, Raito hurried down the stairs, a look of panic on every inch of his face. “Ryuuzaki!” he gasped, reaching L’s side in seconds. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Ryuuzaki, I didn’t mean to push you, are you ok?”

Lies, Raito thought, trying desperately to make himself believe they really were. Well, he had deliberately pushed the man, there was no debating that. But had he meant to hurt him…?

L looked up at Raito, astutely perceiving the worry exuding from him, and smile faintly. “I am 96 percent sure you are not Kira,” he mumbled.

“What?” Raito asked, genuinely puzzled. Perhaps L had mistaken Raito’s look of worry over his new feelings for L for worry over L himself. Because, naturally, it wasn’t really worry over L…was it?

“Kira would never show such pure concern for me,” L elaborated with a disarming smile. Raito’s stomach lurched in a not-unpleasant way. L tried to gracefully get to his feet, but his ankle collapsed under him. With a sweeping hand gesture, Raito reached out and caught him right before he hit the ground.

“I think my foot broke,” L murmured anxiously, and Raito practically carried him up the stairs to level ground.

“Here, climb on to my back,” Raito ordered, and L complied, carefully hooking his arms over Raito’s shoulders and pulling himself on to Raito’s back. “I’ll examine your foot in the hotel room where we can get some ice for it.”

It was the least Raito could do, really, and it would further win L’s trust. L had just stated that he didn’t think Raito could be Kira, which should have been a huge victory for Raito. And yet there was still that small nagging feeling in his stomach that he had somehow behaved inappropriately, which Raito’s quick dismissal as “preposterous” didn’t help ease.

No. No he couldn’t. He could never worry about the tall, slender man. Never, ever about that raven-haired sexpot who’s shirt clung to him in the just the right way as to reveal the contours of his waist and hips. Never, ever, ever.

Raito cringed as he realized just how warm the man on his back was. L was pressed so closely to him, his arms draped around Raito’s sides, his warm breath tickling Raito’s neck…

“Thank you,” L muttered suddenly from his place on Raito’s back, interrupting Raito’s lurid thoughts.

“You’re welcome,” he said, cringing slightly at the gentle tone his voice had taken on. Seriously now, what was going on with him? He was acting just as foolish as L. It had to be contagious.

Once again a scowl contorted his features. It was L that was supposed to succumb, not him. It was L that was supposed to be seduced. A low growl escaped his throat when he suddenly realized the true reason behind his feelings.

He had been seduced. By L.

Raito’s eyes widened imperceptibly as the meaning of L’s prior words became clear, hitting him full-force. “I rather like games…”

So Raito had indeed been playing a game, a game by L’s rules. In fact, he himself had been played.

For some reason, this thought made him angrier than anything had ever before. If you want to play, oh will I play, Ryuu dearest, he thought, licking his lips in a not-so-seductive manner. And the game will be oh so good.

The rules were changing, and Raito was going to be the one to define this new set. No more fooling around. L would be his.

Raito’s scowl lifted a little at the thought of having L as his to do whatever he pleased with. Instead, a malicious smile replaced it. L would be his, his to hurt and finally kill.

And yet, amid the conjured images of L’s torment, a much more sensual picture crept in. If L was his he could do anything to him, right…? Anything at all?

Raito walked the last few feet into their room, setting L gently down on the bed. His hand moved to L’s already shoeless and sockless foot, gently stroking the already swelling area, which elicited a soft moan from L.

“Don’t worry, Ryuu, this won’t hurt,” he said in as temperate a voice as was possible from him. L only moaned again in response. “I’ll get some ice and then we can head over to the hospital.”

L nodded weakly.

As Raito turned away to get the ice, the malicious smile returned to Raito’s smirking face.

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Back on the bed, L shook his head, trying to clear it. The pain in his foot was enough to muddle up his thoughts, and he was having trouble understanding exactly what was going on. Raito had looked genuinely concerned after his fall, but the question was really why he had pushed him in the first place. Raito had also seemed anxious about L’s safety, and was acting uncharacteristically gentle. What was his motive for all this?

What concerned L the most was the hint of a smile on Raito’s face as he left L on the bed. That certainly didn’t bode well, knowing Raito. He hardly ever showed any sort of pleasure, much less at getting ice for a wounded colleague.

But what if L’s “lovesick” comment had hit deeper than he’d meant it to? That would explain the push down the stairs, and even the concern, panic, and gentleness Raito showed afterwards. But there was still that hint of a malicious smile…

L pulled his good leg up to his chest, hugging it close. At that moment, the concern on Raito’s face was enough for him to conclude that Raito couldn’t possibly be the serial killer Kira. It had certainly dispelled several of his doubts about Raito. But there was still that frightening smile...

“I suppose this must continue for a little longer,” he muttered darkly.

Raito entered the room again, bag of ice in hand, and L looked innocently up at him. Their eyes met for a split second, and in that moment they both glimpsed all they needed to know.

The real game had only just begun.

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A/N: Thanks all your lovely reviews/comments, and just for reading this in the first place! COMMENTS ARE A WRITER’S LIFEBLOOD! XD

wtf

2006-06-14T20:33:27Z

this is ren here, with a few complaints about the house:

first of all, since when are arctic monkeys better than the libertines? SINCE NEVER, IS WHEN.
the libertines are 100% more awesome than arctic monkeys. newsflash: there aren't any monkeys in the arctic. THEY'RE STUPID. except for mardy bum. that's a nice song.

and the clash beat both of them hands down anyway.

also, you can't see L's face in the background pic, it's covered up by the text box. FIX IT AT ONCE, LIZ.

as for me, i don't know much about using livejournal, otherwise i would fix it myself. you may ask, "what's so hard about using livejournal?" to which i would respond with a punch to your face. there's nothing hard about punching people, is there?

actually, you know what? i don't really care about which band is better. they both are nice. i'm sorry for this post. consider it not in existence. i'm going to go harvest the swiss chard now.

KYFCBYEC Chapter 5

2006-05-24T00:08:45Z

Yay! Chapter 5! Sorry it took so long, school was mind-fsckingly busy. Now is like the calm before the storm of finals...

Ahh, posting this brings back a flood of memories about the ending of DN...*weeps* Anyway, here's the newly-revised and edited chapter 5. Please enjoy. =)

“Mm, well….as far as I can tell, you have a mild concussion,” Raito’s mother declared confidently. “No need to send for a doctor—but how, exactly, did you hurt your head?”

Raito sighed. “Tennis,” he said tiredly. “Thanks, mother,” he added politely, and threw in an insincere smile to please her. Grimacing, he got up from his chair and headed for his room, preparing to do some serious thinking.

His plans regarding L had so far failed. And in addition to that, Misa was now amplifying his rapidly growing headache. She would have to be told of his plan; otherwise, he would lose an indispensable asset in his design for a better world. Fortunately, so far L had been completely clueless. So clueless, in fact, that it was really almost adorable.

Raito stopped short in the doorway of his room and replayed that last thought with growing shock. “That thought did not just happen,” he told his brain sternly, barely aware that he was speaking aloud. Ah, but you cannot deny that L IS adorable, said a treacherous voice in his mind. Those wide, innocent eyes, and that messy look about him that always makes him seem like he’s just got out of bed...

“Shut up!” Raito growled, walking into his room—and straight into Ryuuk.

“Talking to yourself?” Ryuuk asked curiously. “That’s a first. I take it your Plan is not going well?”

Raito shot Ryuuk a glare that would probably have been lethal if directed at anyone but a shinigami. “No,” he snapped curtly, “Although I wasn’t aware you were interested in my plan.”

“It’s entertaining,” Ryuuk replied with what might have been a shrug. “Do you have an apple for me?”

Raito shook his head. “I’ve been busy,” he explained, injecting false coolness into his voice in an effort to control his temper. “I’ll get one for you later,” he added, eyeing Ryuuk suspiciously.

Ryuuk’s initial look of disappointment had suddenly been replaced with a sly expression. “What does L like to eat?” the death god asked innocently.
Raito searched Ryuuk’s face for a clue as to what this simple question was leading to. “Cake,” he answered slowly.

“Give him cake,” Ryuuk advised instantly.

“I already have,” Raito snapped, pacing his room anxiously.

“Well, give him some more,” Ryuuk said placidly, “just poison it this time.”

Raito turned around to stare at Ryuuk in shock. “You mean,” he began, “murder him the normal way?”

Ryuuk nodded.

Raito frowned. “Absolutely not,” he objected. “Not only is it risky, but it would make me a murderer myself. Plus it would take the fun out of everything,” he whined. But part of him was delaying L’s death because…because…hmm, he wasn’t quite sure.

“It was just a suggestion,” Ryuuk defended, shrugging. “But you could still give him more cake.”

“Excellent idea,” Raito drawled, “If I surround him with various types of cake, he’ll fall in love with me. GREAT PLAN, Ryuuk!” he mocked sarcastically.

“It was just a suggestion,” Ryuuk repeated, looking miffed.

On second thought, Raito mused, a devious look crossing his face. Picking up his cell phone, he dialed L’s number and smiled when he heard L answer. This would be fun.

~*~*~*~

It was a foolproof plan. There was a pastry shop right near the hotel, and Raito would give L the cake outside the shop, asking him to meet him at the hotel. This would give L a direct choice in the matter of whether or not to come, hopefully helping Raito further gain his trust. And, of course, cake plus L equaled happy L, and happy L plus Raito being the cause of his happiness equaled…well, only time would reveal the sum of that equation.

Raito entered the pastry shop, already debating what flavor of cake would be best. Strawberry, perhaps. Strawberries also seemed to be quite a weakness of L’s.
He ordered a three-tiered strawberry cake, and then hand-wrote a note to stick in the box. It said, in Raito’s most flowery script:

Ryuu-
I’m sorry about what happened last night. Will this gift make up for it?

If you think you can stand my humble company again, please come to room 427 of the Hilton next door to the shop your gift is from. I’ll be waiting.

Yours always and truly, Yagami Raito

Raito sniggered slightly at what he had written. Him, the great Kira, being referred to as ‘humble company’? How laughable. If only L really knew…

Raito laughed again as he spotted L meandering about near the cake shop. He appeared completely entranced in the cakes on display. Raito wouldn’t have been very surprised if he was actually drooling.

He smirked slightly, and then walked forward, towards L. “Uh…Ryuu?” he asked timidly, the smirk replaced with an innocently nervous look. “I…I got this for you.”
He pushed the box into L’s hands and then quickly turned on his heel and race-walked away. L would read the note and then come of his own will, knowing what would probably take place.

But then again, Raito knew L wasn’t exactly the bright type, so he may actually not realize what would probably take place.

Raito slowed his pace, strolling grandly into the hotel. This would be a piece of proverbial, and perhaps literal, cake.

~*~*~*~

L stared intently at the box Raito had shoved into his hands. It was light pink and featured the emblem of the cake shop he was currently ogling. Shaking his head slightly, he had to wonder what Raito was up to this time.

He had never expressly caught Raito killing any criminals, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t Kira. There were certain of Raito’s behaviors that were peculiar, and L just had a gut feeling that Raito and Kira were one in the same.

Still, he was a detective above all else. There was no concrete evidence against Raito, so it couldn’t be assumed quite yet that it was actually Raito was actually the notorious serial-killing mass murderer.

L was almost glad there was no proof. It meant Raito might still be innocent, and his attempts at a friendship with L weren’t all conniving and fake. Of course, if Raito turned out to be Kira, L would have absolutely no problem turning him in. That was simply what he did: it was his job.

Directing his attention away from these thoughts, L looked again at the large pink box in his hands. There was obviously some sort of cake inside, but he was still hesitant to open it. After the night before, what did Raito expect him to do? Was he playing right into Raito’s hands, just asking to be the next Kira casualty?
L shook his head again. These thoughts were getting him nowhere. The only thing to do was open the box, find out what Raito wanted, and then decide whether or not to give it to him.

L slipped a finger under the flap of the box. He flicked the lid open, eyes roaming over the box’s contents.

It was a cake. A rather delicious looking cake.

L leaned in closer, sniffing. Strawberry, it was strawberry. Raito had gotten him a strawberry cake, his absolute favorite.

L sighed, gingerly picking up the card taped to the inside of the lid. He read it through several times before deciding his next move.

Raito once again wanted him to come to his hotel room. If it happened anything like last time, Raito would probably try to sweet-talk him, and that could only mean one thing: Raito did, in fact, want something from L. But would he be willing to give Raito the thing he seemed to want so badly? And furthermore, what was Raito’s real motivation in the first place?

L slipped the card into his pocket, using his now free fingers to scoop up some icing. It tasted delightful, sugary and sweet. Closing his eyes in ecstasy, L began walking towards the hotel. It wouldn’t hurt to play along with Raito’s little game, at least until he knew exactly what the rules were and why Raito even wanted to play at all.

~*~*~*~

Raito sniggered menacingly when he heard the knock on the hotel door. Plastering a smile on his face, he opened it, gesturing for L to come inside. L did so, slipping off his ratty shoes as he entered.

“It’s good to see you, Ryuu. I didn’t think you’d come!” Raito’s voice was full of forced exuberance.

L looked at him, cocking his head to the side. “I rather like games, actually,” he said softly.

Raito blinked at the strange response. Games? What the hell? Where had that come from? L was clearly just a little crazy. Raito hadn’t played a game since he was small child, unless you counted tennis matches. But he had never considered them games. They were much more serious, not something trifle like a child’s board game or a round of tag. He certainly wasn’t playing one now.

At least Raito was so close to just being rid of the damned fool.

“Well, I had some plates and forks brought up so we could eat the cake together,” he finally said, deciding to ignore L’s odd comment.

L nodded, handing the box of cake to Raito, who cut it into eight generous-sized pieces. He handed L a fork and plate, setting a piece gently atop it. He had long ago noted the peculiar way L held his eating utensils, and even his cell phone, but it still annoyed him to no end.

He took a piece for himself, trying to suppress this surge of annoyance. It was surprisingly easy, as just at that moment, L looked up and straight into Raito’s eyes. This sent a warmth through Raito, something he had never experienced before. Chalking it up to anger at the man, he continued eating his cake.

But there was niggling feeling that it wasn’t anger at all. Something closer to…lust, almost.

He bit down hard onto his tongue, trying to dispel the feeling. He had to remain in control of himself and the situation. Without that, there was nothing. Except maybe this strange feeling of lust.

Raito closed his eyes, still trying to regain composure. He certainly did not want to be left alone with L and this feeling. He absolutely had to remain in control. Whatever personal or psychological problems he was having could wait until after he was laughing at L’s funeral.

Deciding that perhaps this would be a good time for a little stretch, he suggested the idea to L. Maybe it was just L’s own incompetence clouding his thoughts. Fresh air could only do good.

L nodded once, finishing his cake, and followed Raito out the door of the hotel room. Raito looked down at L’s feet as they padded through the hallway, noticing they were still shoeless. He took a deep breath, suppressing a scowl at this. Why the hell did he have to annoy Raito so much?

God, this is going to be a long, long night, Raito thought sullenly.

~*~*~*~

A/N: Hehe, enjoy that last line, ne? *evil grin* We actually stayed in room 427 at a hotel during Otakon, although, unfortunately, it wasn't the Hilton. XD (This chapter was originally posted on FFN the day after we got back from Otakon 2005.)

Someone on FFN asked a really good question before I posted this chapter: Who do you think is the seme in the Raito/L relationship in this fic?
My response: L, all the way. He's totally in control of this relationship! =D

To look forward to in chapter 6: Raito snaps (but will it be with lust or anger!), while L finally decides his stand on his “Raito-is-really-Kira” theory!
To the person who asked who’s the seme: It’s L! Totally. He’s completely in control of this relationship. XD

lizren @ 2006-04-27T21:19:00

2006-04-28T01:29:12Z

ZOMG DEATH NOTE CHAPTER 107.

And the FFN login system isn't working so I can't even rant about it on the forums there!

Dammit, I was really hoping for Raito to win. He was my favorite character! And now I have a huge grudge against Matsuda. That bastard. Although Raito did get a little...crazy there at the end.

I can't believe how intense the series got in those last few chapters. I was biting my nails while I read! XD And Ryuuk went up a couple cool points in my book, actually, even though he was the one to do the deed. Ugh, I can't believe Raito had to die but Near got to live! WHERE'S THE JUSTICE!

Ahh, only one more chapter left! *holds breath*

Damn, I should be studying for either the big government test or chem test I have tomorrow, or doing my broadcast journalism homework, but instead I'm fangirl-ing over DN. It's just that good. =D

On weird-ass reviews...

2006-04-22T03:53:02Z

Oh man, our reviewers on FFN must hate us. But we get some certifiably strange reviews at times ...such as this one:

"2006-04-12
ch 9, reply hey this lauren was wondering what your real name was
because she knows some people from another school named Ren and Cal
and she was wondering if in some obscure reason it was you?"

(For the record, it's not us. Ren doesn't actually go by the name "Ren" in real life, and I have never even meet a person named Cal.)

But instead of giving them some lame reply, Ren decided to have some fun, and we instead replied with this:

"YOU'RE THE NEWEST OWNER OF THE DEATHNOTE, AREN'T YOU! THIS IS A PLOT
TO FIND OUT MY REAL NAME! WELL, IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK, KIDDO."

Which was incredibly lame in it's own way, but at least we had fun, ne? XD This review also made me realize that people actually talk about our fic with their friends in RL. It's kind of strange to think about...

One of the funniest/most ridiculous reviews we've gotten:
"Nice fic...but how can Light -acougheh- seduce a MAN? Unless they were bi..."

Well, yes, that was rather the point, but you're entitled to your naiveté, I suppose.

The altogether strangest review:
"oh that is so cute i really like it and think that L and Light should get together and have babies!"

Ugh, mpreg. The humanity.

Liz's all-time favorite and most euphoria-inspiring review:
"O.O Woah, that was amazing! To tell you the truth, this fic is the one that got me hooked on the Death Note fandom...I found it on a link on another author's favorites, and even though I had no idea who any of the characters were, I devoured the fic in a sitting. That was around Chapter 7 or so...now, we're all tearing our hair out from the roots waiting for chapter 10! We want hot kinky bathhouse action, dammit! lol...Well, I know that you're probably busy, but don't forget about your loyal reviewers who're threatening mass homicide if the next installment isn't out soon!" -anon. FNN reviewer Dual

This review made me so happy! To know that I was directly responsible for someone's addiction to the DN fandom...*sigh*

But, despite that those weird reviews listed above made me raise an eyebrow or even snort with laughter, we both really owe alot to each and every reviewer. To all our readers on FFN: THANKS FOR OVER 12K HITS AND 195 REVIEWS! <3

KYFCBYEC Chapter 4

2006-04-17T17:41:57Z

A/N: Zomg, it’s an angst chapter! You’re warned!

Raito had planned everything. Perfectly.

He had gained L’s trust. He had made sure L could get more comfortable with him. He had even drunk a doubleshot espresso to ensure that he wouldn’t fall asleep this time. And then L had agreed to come home with him.

His work was now laid out directly before him.

He led L into his apartment, giving him a pair of slippers to put on at the door. L refused them and slipped off his disgusting old shoes, revealing bare feet. A vein in Raito’s forehead twitched visibly as he forced a smile.

“This way,” he called, leading L deeper into the apartment, towards the bedroom. “Would you like some tea?”

“No thank you Yaga—I mean, Raito,” he said absently, his eyes scanning the room’s interior. A bed was set in the center of the room, with nightstands on either side. A desk sat on the opposite wall. There were no decorations, nor anything that would make the room look remotely friendly. Just plain, austere furniture.

Raito sat down on the bed, taking L’s hand and pulling L beside him. L looked over at Raito’s desk, where a small TV was playing the news. “Two more Kira killings,” he commented distractedly.

Raito moved his hand, almost against his will, up to L’s face, cupping it in his hands. He forcibly turned it away from the TV screen and towards him, a strange light in his eyes. There was a slight flutter in his stomach as L’s eyes met his own, dark and boundless.

Raito, confused at this, dropped his hand from L’s cheek, but L didn’t look away. Finally, L spoke. “What is it, Raito? You look pale.” His features showed concerned.

This concern, given from his mortal enemy, made Raito snap back to reality. Here he was, with L sitting on his bed, pondering his strange stomach problem when he should be moving his plans forward! Without hesitation, Raito leaned a little closer to L, so their faces were only inches apart.

“Ryuuzaki, I…” he began, doing his best to sound confused and hesitant. It came out pretty authentically since, although he could never admit this to himself, he was rather confused and hesitant.

L stared at him blankly, waiting for whatever Raito was trying to say. Looking straight into L’s eyes, Raito suddenly knew what he had to do. He hadn’t planned on it so early, but in this moment it all seemed so clear.

Without further hesitation or thought, he closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips against L’s.

Startled, L stiffened and made to pull away, but just then a voice sounded from the doorway. “Raito, what are you doing?”

Raito immediately turned towards Misa’s voice, swearing at himself for ever giving Misa a key. She was nothing but a completely useless annoyance that interfered in his extremely delicate plans.

“Good evening, Amane-san,” L said politely from his place on the bed, looking completely nonplussed.

Raito ignored him and walked over to Misa, thinking of what he could say to her to make her grasp the magnitude of what she had just done. “Misa,” he hissed, his voice like venom, “Get out of here.”

For once, Misa did not obey him. “Raito, I asked you what you were doing!” She sounded determined to have her question answered.

Raito was losing his patience, which he never really had much of with Misa in the first place. “I said get out of here.” He turned to signal the end of their conversation, but Misa grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Were you…What were you two doing, Raito?” She was almost pleading, but there was a strange edge to her voice. A dangerous, possessive edge.

Raito closed his eyes and grit his teeth. “Nothing that concerns you. Now leave before I do something I regret.” Although Raito seriously doubted he would regret anything that he did to Misa, whether he was angry with her or not.

At this, Misa spun Raito around, so he was now facing her again. “How can you say it doesn’t concern me, Raito! I love you, and I thought you loved me!” She looked about to burst into tears.

“Well,” Raito said impatiently, “You were wrong.”

Misa took a deep breath at these words, her eyes widening. She seemed so about to burst into tears that Raito was shocked at the tone of her next words. “Raito, you’re mine, and don’t you talk to me like that!” she said in a voice filled with cold hate. Then, without any warning, she raised her hand and slapped him. Hard.

Completely stunned, Raito gave Misa a chillingly cold glare. “I formally apologize, Amane-san,” he said in a voice of complete hatred.

He knew this unfamiliarity would hurt her, and he was rewarded when a look of pure despair crossed her face. Whipping around, she stomped out of his apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Raito smiled cruelly. He turned around and was disappointed to find that L had not left, or even moved, during their fight scene. He was still perched on the bed, exactly as Raito had left him. Now, however, Raito was in no mood to play games with him. For the good of his plan, he shouldn’t even try. He knew he’d end up losing his patience with the stupid brat and destroying everything he had worked for.

He laid down heavily on the bed. But before he could subtly hint to L that now was a good time to leave, L pulled his legs up against his chest, into his normal sitting position, accidentally brushing Raito’s foot in the process.

Completely wound up and infuriated over the Misa incident, Raito reacted instinctively and pushed his foot against L’s. L looked up at him curiously and pushed his foot harder against Raito’s.

What the hell was L doing? Playing with him? Seeing how far he could be pushed? Raito’s well-controlled temper snapped at this, unable to hold back his vehement rage at L’s inability to comprehend anything.

He slammed his foot against L’s, backing it with all the force he could get from a laying position. L, taking it as a challenge, pushed back at Raito with equal force. The two sat on the bed, legs shaking from exertion, pushing at the other’s foot for several seconds. It looked like they were equally matched. But, just as Raito was regaining his composure and wondering what the hell he was doing, L conjured a surprising amount of force into his foot.

Raito, completely surprised by this, was unable to counter. He flew off the bed and landed hard on the ground, hitting his head against his nightstand in the process. The room swam before his eyes for a moment, and then everything went black.

L, still sitting unharmed on the bed, smiled a little. Looking down at the prostrate Raito he said in a low voice, “Yagami-kun, you still can’t beat me.”

He slid noiselessly off the bed, slipping out of the room and then out of the apartment, wondering if Raito might invite him for cake again.

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Raito woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. The headache only worsened when he realized exactly why he was lying on the floor, instead of in his bed.

He had been foiled by a game of footsie.

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A/N: Ooooh, Raito got told! Thanks to my wonderfully nitpicky beta and friend, Magnumzero, and also to everyone whose commented on this. Comments are rewarded with some more Raito/L love!

KYFCBYEC Chapter 3

2006-04-04T22:34:48Z

Hehe, and so the angst begins...

Chapter 3

Raito opened his eyes, immediately alert. There was light shining through the window of the hotel room he was still in, and a blanket was lying gently atop him. He sat up slowly, glancing around the room, checking to see if it was really empty. Sighing with frustration, he tore the blanket off himself and charged out of the room and into the busy morning street. How could he have expected to get the information out of L in a single night? Not that it mattered, of course. Raito naturally always had a back-up plan.

Now, he thought to himself as he exited the building, Plan Two is about to begin…

Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed L’s number, glaring at a teenage girl on the street when she stopped to hit on him. L answered on the third ring.

“Moshi-moshi.”

“Hello, Ryuuzaki,” Raito said in a sweet voice, the sounds playing on his lips for a moment.

“Oh, Yagami-kun, I had fun last night. Will we be doing it again soon?” L actually sounded hopeful. Raito only just barely held back a snort.

“Why yes, Ryuuzaki-kun. I was in fact calling you about just that! How about we go to…oh, I don't know…the movies? I have two tickets to one I’ve been wanting to see…”

Ryuuzaki seemed to be contemplating this offer, as he hesitated a second before answering. “The Kira case is not yet solved, Yagami-kun. We need to concentrate on that first.”

Despite this answer, Raito already knew that he had L in the palm of his hand. “You’re always such a hard worker! It’ll only be three hours after the work day’s ended!”

There was a short contemplative silence on the other line.

Raito spoke again. “Please?” He really did remind himself of Misa, which normally would have deeply disturbed him, but now it was all for the “Kill That Bastard L” cause. And he would do anything for the “Kill That Bastard L” cause.

“Well…alright, Yagami-kun.”

“Great!” Raito actually was truly delighted, although more for the fact that L would soon be cold and rotting in a coffin than any real pleasure to have to spend an evening with him. “I’ll even get us some dessert afterwards!”

“Dessert! What time should I meet you?” L was now noticeably more excited.

“Seven, at the Cinema Square Tokyu. See you there!” He hung up without waiting for an answer. He was almost at the Kira HQ anyway. And frankly, he didn’t really care if L replied. Raito wouldn’t take no. He doubted he could stomach another failure, anyway, although he also doubted he would have to. Plan Two was so brilliant and fail safe that no one but him could’ve thought it up.

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While working, he and L mentioned nothing of the previous night nor their plans for later that evening. Misa had approached him on one occasion in the afternoon, planting a kiss on his cheek and hugging him heartily, but he swatted her off with a “not now, I’m working!” Raito thought, somewhat wearily, that things would be easier if the world could just gain some IQ points. Maybe they’d realize that if they just stopped hunting Kira and stopped committing crimes, Raito could stop having to kill people and the entire troublesome Kira investigation could be dissolved. He wouldn’t even have to bother with this messy business of seducing L!

Sighing to himself for his whimsical thoughts, he left the building for home, planning on changing clothes before he met with L. He surprised himself with the amount of time he spent arranging his hair; usually he just dashed out and it just naturally fell into perfect array. Now, however, he seemed more vain than usual. Probably just because today will be the glory-filled evening I’ll finally start on my brilliantly unstoppable path to kill L, he thought with a smirk.

He arrived at the theater at a quarter of, straightening his expensive jacket and trendy shirt. He had already Fandengo’d the tickets and was now shifting from foot to foot, restless. This surprised him, again, since he usually wasn’t nervous at all. Not even when he was in a jail cell, cornered by L, about to be exposed as Kira. He had always relied on his intellect to get him out of such spots, so there was no need for nervousness. Of course, this feeling was probably just anxiousness over what was about to occur.

L was going to fall at Raito’s hands. L was going to be exposed, tricked into giving his secret away by none other than Raito himself.

Just as a smile curled onto Raito’s lips at this thought, he heard footfalls behind him and turned to see L meandering towards where he was standing. “Ryuuzaki!” Raito called out, intending his malicious smile to appear like he was happy to see L. In a way, he was. His dreams would finally be realized.

“Yagami-kun, how are you?” he said in his usual calm and somewhat eccentric voice.

“Good, good. I trust you are too?” But before L had time to answer, Raito grabbed his arm and led him inside the theater, away from the bustling and noisy nightlife of Tokyo’s streets.

L seemed stunned at the touch of Raito’s hand, but followed him obligingly enough. Raito could barely contain the desire to roll his eyes at L’s daftness when he reminded himself that he had underestimated L before, and that had ended in disaster. No matter how foolish L seemed, he was not to be underestimated.

They sat down quickly in the back row, just as Raito had planned. The theater was already packed, despite their early arrival.

“The picture doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes, but I thought it’d just be nice to talk, don’t you think?” Raito said, glancing at L for a moment and sending him a beaming smile.

L nodded halfheartedly, entranced in a man with a bright purple mohawk in the row before them.

Raito glared in annoyance. “So, Ryuuzaki…how did you get to be in the detective business?”

L sort of tilted his head to look a little at Raito, seeming not the least bit interested. “I was raised to be one.”

Raito took it as a joke and laughed. L apparently didn’t think it was funny at all, for he turned back to stare at the mohawk man and what appeared to be his girlfriend, although she was so covered in piercings she could have been a pincushion.

“Well…I just wanted to help people,” Raito said, attempting once again to engage the man next to him. He leaned against L a little then, grazing his fingers along L’s hand. At this, L finally seemed to take notice that Raito was there. His head shot in Raito’s direction suddenly, but he said nothing.

Raito once again spoke to fill up the silence that had ensued. “You know, we’ve been working together a long time now. And we were even handcuffed together for months and months, living side-by-side, but I still feel like I don’t know you. Like I don’t know the real Ryuuzaki.” He forced his face into what he considered to be a pleading look, and was rewarded when L’s forehead creased into thought.

“Yagami-kun, you know everything about me,” he said as he blinked his wide eyes. “We work together every day and, like you said, lived together.”

Raito faked a rueful smile. “But if I’m your best friend, I ought to know more about you than your work side.”

L’s eyes grew, if possible, larger. “Best…friend…?”

Raito nodded, and then changed his features to that of horrified shock with himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I mean…if you don’t think that I’m your best friend, that’s fine…But it’s just,” he paused for dramatic effect, “you’re mine.”

L looked speechless. As if on cue, the movie started rolling and the lights dimmed. Raito added in a hushed voice, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” in the seconds before the sound started playing. L had no time to reply.

Good, thought Raito. Let him stew it over.

Throughout the movie, which happened to be a mystery-horror flick, Raito cowered against L, pressing his body to L’s whenever possible. L seemed completely engrossed in the movie until about halfway through, when he leaned over to Raito and whispered, “That man there, he's the guilty one.”

Inwardly, Raito made a derisive noise, but he couldn’t help wondering how L had known this only halfway through the movie. Misa had already dragged him to this particular film on her idea of a “date”, and it had taken him another scene and a half to figure it out.

Of course, this movie was a complete rag and could never be applied to a real situation. It being utter filth probably had some effect on his mental processes, slowing them down enough to be beaten by L’s.

He stifled a yawn as the movie dragged on, using every opportunity available to snuggle up against L. He was extremely relieved when it ended.

“So what did you think of the movie?” Raito asked as they lined up to exit the theater.

L actually smiled a little. “Too easy.” Raito was a little surprised at his answer until he realized L was talking about the supposed “mystery” of the movie.

“Yes, well, things can’t all be as hard to solve as the Kira case! Now that would be a nightmare!” Raito laughed, and was mildly surprised to see L smiling with him.

“As promised,” Raito continued, “I’ll take you out for some cake.” He tried to smile sweetly.

L’s eyes widened to an abnormal size again at the mention of cake. Raito merely sighed. What a simple-minded fool, he thought without his normal scathing mental tone. He would’ve typically checked his temperature or maybe even his pulse if something like this ever came into his mind, but there was an odd feeling buzzing around his stomach.

He glanced over at L, hoping for a pang of dislike, but merely saw him still smiling at the mention of his favorite sweet. Something about his smile amplified the feeling in Raito’s stomach. Shaking his head to clear it, he continued talking.

“Ryuuzaki, I didn’t mean to scare you earlier, before the movie,” he tried very hard to look concerned. “But it is the truth.”

The smile was gone from L’s face in an instant. “Well, Yagami-kun, since you are my only friend I guess you are my best friend also.”

Raito nodded in response, and for several minutes they walked on in silence.

They finally stopped outside a small, cozy looking modern teashop. “Here’s a nice little café I go to sometimes,” Raito said abruptly. This time L nodded in response, although he looks positively greedy at the thought of some cake.

Raito and L sat down at a small corner table in the dimly lit café. A young waitress approached them, looking eagerly at the brown-haired man sitting before her. “What can I get you tonight?” she smiled at him.

Raito’s response was a purposeful glare. “I’d like a doubleshot espresso and my friend here would like some strawberry cake,” he said in a flat voice.

“No drink for your, er…friend?” She said, sounding disappointed at the way Raito had emphasized the word.

Raito didn’t even bother answering; he simply turned back to L and started chatting about the latest gossip story in the tabloids, which he had researched especially for this mission. L looked wholly uninterested, but it had done the trick and made the waitress leave. As soon as she was out of earshot, Raito struck up the real conversation.

“I know I've said this before, but Ryuuzaki’s such a long name…can’t I call you something shorter?”

L blinked. “You can call me any name you want, Yagami-kun.” He didn’t seem to notice that “any name you want” could be a very bad thing to suggest.

Raito simply smiled. “Well how about Ryuu, then, if you don't object too terribly? I think that’s a cute name, and much easier to slip off the tongue.” He smiled just a little.

L was now staring at him very strangely and intently.

“Well, Ryuu, I meant what I said earlier. That we should get to know each other better.”

L just continued to stare.

“I guess I’ll start, then.” Raito was becoming annoyed at L’s obvious refusal to help him along, and it was hard to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “I was born here in Tokyo, and I’ve wanted to become a lawyer since I was five. But I guess my obvious need to help the people in this world has somewhat changed my ambition,” he said whimsically, keeping his eyes locked on L the entire time.

Their mutual gaze was finally broken when the waitress returned with the espresso and cake. L tore his eyes away from Raito to stare at his slice, gingerly picking up his fork by the very edge of the handle. Raito sighed and dismissed the waitress, sipping from his drink.

“What did you want to be when you were young, Ryuu?”

L looked up and merely said, “I’ve told you already, Yagami-kun, I was raised to be a detective.” Raito almost let out his sigh of frustration, but managed to change it into a happy little sigh at the last moment, which probably would've been taken as odd and a bit inappropriate by any person other than L.

“Ryuu, please don’t call me that silly Yagami-kun! If we’re mutual best friends I should think that you would be comfortable calling me by my first name!” He made an attempt at an offended tone.

“Well, ok, if you want me too Ya-…I mean Raito,” he said between bites of his cake.

“See, that’s much better. It feels…cozier.” He tried to smile but had to cough to cover up his sarcastic laughter.

They talked about little else as L finished up his cake and Raito paid the bill. It wasn’t until they left the café that L even spoke. “Thank you, Raito. This is the first thing I’ve ever done with a friend outside work.” He cracked a small, hesitant smile.

Raito took this to mean that L himself was cracking under his genius plan. “Well, we’ll have to do it again, won’t we? Unless…you want to come over to my place now…” He made his voice casual, almost as if he was nervous about suggesting such a thing.

L’s face stayed even. “But what would we do there?” he said curiously.

“Ohhh, I’m sure we could find something to do…” He smiled and had to forcibly suppress an evil leer.

“Well, alright,” L said with some hesitation.

With those two words, Raito knew he had him.

Manic laughter pounded through Raito’s head, but he kept his face contorted into a small grin.

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A/N: I'm heading a la Austin, Texas for a week, then I'm off to Ocean City, MD to party over Spring break, so I'll post the next chapter when I get back on the 16th-ish, unless Lauren so desires to do it before then. If you can't wait to read it (yeah, right...) you can head on over to fanfiction.net (link on the links section of this LJ) and read the un-edited version up to what's been written so far. Thanks!

If you're new to this story: I (Liz) DID NOT write this story alone, it's a joint effort with one of my best friends (Lauren/Ren), and this is our joint LJ. Don't give me all the credit! XD

FIC: Keep Your Friends Close...Chapter 2

2006-03-29T04:02:26Z

Haha...fell behind a little on my "chapter every two days" schedule but I've recently become totally and irrevocably obsessed with Loveless. And then got Ren obsessed. XD

Raito tried to keep his face blank, but inside he was seething. It’s only a matter of time before he gives in to my masculine charm, Raito thought. It was rather annoying how clueless L acted. But then again, Raito was the intellectual superior (or so he believed).

“No, Ryuuzaki…but I am aching…” he answered with a slight smile.

“Oh? Are you sick? Maybe I should let you sleep.”

“No…no. Ryuuzaki,” Raito conjured up every bit of resolve he had, thinking only of the look on L’s face as he died of a heart attack induced by the Death Note, “I’m aching for you.”

L pulled his legs closer in. “Yagami-kun, Tylenol is more effective.”

Raito suppressed his frustrated rage, closing his eyes and slowly counting to five. By the time he had opened them, L had grabbed the TV remote and pressed the ‘on’ button. The screen lit up to show a cooking program.

“Oh, my,” L whispered, eyes wider than usual. “What delicious looking desserts they’re making. Raito, what is this show called?” He seemed entranced by the TV.

Raito’s own eyes narrowed into a glare. “Iron Chef.” It was obvious his tactics were no longer effective. Time for a change in strategy. “Ryuuzaki, you look uncomfortable in that small chair. Why don’t you come sit here with me?” Raito pointed to a space on the bed next to him.

“I’m quite comfortable…” L trailed off at the end, still staring fixedly at the men assembling desserts on the television screen. One man seemed to be making a flambé, a sort of cream pie, and a giant, three-tiered cake.

Raito wanted to roll his eyes. L was actually so simple as to be entranced by a cake. But this would be his downfall… “It’s closer to the TV over here, you know.”

L barely glanced at the bed, but he started to slowly sidle over to it, not tearing his eyes from the program moving on screen. He sat down tentatively on the edge of the mattress.

Just then the program went to commercial break, and Raito seized his chance. He slid over to a spot on the bed next to L, slipping his arm around L’s shoulders and leaning onto him.

L seemed to snap back to reality, looking mildly surprised at the positioning of Raito’s arm. “Yagami-kun, if you’re tired I can take you home.”

Raito’s head relaxed on to L’s shoulder. “To your home?” he asked almost hopefully. Only a little longer and he might find out something useful about this enimga of a man.

“You know I sleep at headquarters, Yagami-kun. Why would I need a house?” He said it as if it was the most obvious fact he had ever encountered, although Raito had never realized that L actually slept in their “office.”

“Oh, right,” Raito replied. He pulled L a little closer to himself, surprised at how easy this bit of acting was coming to him. He was used to acting the innocent little Yagami-kun around most people, but this seemed different. It almost came naturally. “If I can’t stay with you, my best friend, then I don’t want to go home!” Raito copied Misa’s little pouting routine. Perhaps she actually was useful, at times…

L seemed, once again, surprised at being called a ‘friend’. “Raito…”

Good, he’s dropped the Yagami-kun.

“You really are acting strange…” Not even when they were handcuffed together had Raito been so affectionate.

Hah, you don’t know the half of.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Just nod and smile.

Silence resumed, with Raito still hanging on L. “Ryuuzaki’s such a long name…can I call you something else? Ryuu, maybe?”

L actually seemed a little disturbed by this, looking away from Raito and at the TV, and Raito wondered if he had gone too far. However, L spoke up before he could say anything. “Ah, the program’s started again! I’m sorry, what did you say, Yagami-kun?”

Raito sighed and couldn’t stifle a yawn. L smiled at that. Raito realized his mistake and quickly perked up, but inwardly knowing it was no use. And for some reason, L’s little amused smile had made him feel a small tingle somewhere in his stomach. Startled, confused, and knowing he was defeated today, he finally resigned for the night, lying back on the bed.

Raito seethed. He had gone into this thinking it would be easy. But he had greatly underestimated L’s power and intelligence, even after all the experiences he had shared with him. What he needed now was a little patience. In time, L would fall. He would slip up. He had to.

Raito smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of the TV, aware of how unintelligent it was to sleep in front of the enemy but unable to stop himself. Although unsettled, there was a warm feeling in him that he’d never felt before. Perhaps the sake he had drunken at a meeting earlier in the day was catching up with him…

original author’s note: Yeah Raito…of COURSE it’s the sake…XD. This really isn’t a complete chapter, but I’m going on vacation and wanted to get this up before then. It also hasn’t been beta’d, so tell me if there are any problems with it Enjoyyyyy (I hope)!

new A/N: Yep, another edited chapter. Comments are appreciated, yo. @_@

Chapter 1: Keep Your Friends Close...

2006-03-25T02:21:59Z

Yeah, I (Liz) am selling out and posting this fic on here, starting with chapter one. I guess I'll be posting a new chapter every other day for 20 days (cuz there are 10 chapters...) and hopefully by then Ren and I will have chapter 11 written. Yayz.

Title: Keep Your Friends Close But Your Enemies Closer
Pairing: L/Raito
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing (duh?). And I call Light "Raito" because I started this before the official translation came out.
Summary: Raito comes up with the perfect plan to find out L's real name--seduce him.

This story was written by two people, Liz (me) and Ren, thus the username "lizren." Just...so you know...XD It was originally posted on Fanfiction.net, and this is a newly revised version of the original.

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“And what are you going to do after L lets you into his hotel room?" Ryuuk asked Raito curiously.

“Seduce him. The plan is simple and brilliant. Once I execute it he will let down his guard and I’ll be able to extract his true name,” Raito answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

Ryuuk looked amused. “Can I have another apple?”

Glaring, Raito tossed the big blue death god a Fuji apple from his bedside cabinet. Clearly the simple death god did not understand the sheer brilliance of his plan. L was always moaning about how Raito was his first and only friend, revealing to Raito his complete dependence on anything that showed the slightest bit of interest in him. And Raito could use this to his advantage.

“I don’t even know why I bother telling you my plans,” Raito muttered darkly as he left his room with Ryuuk trailing a few feet behind him. The Death Note felt heavy and ominous in Raito’s jacket pocket, and he gave an solicitous smile at what he was about to do.

This is it, he thought to himself. This is when I’ll finally be able to eliminate L. The preparations were complete, the arrangements all made. He had called L on his cell phone a few hours ago, instructing L to meet him at the Tokyo Hilton. L had been slightly wary of meeting alone with Raito in a high-end hotel (and rightly so), but hadn’t been able to resist Raito’s charm. That’ll be his fatal flaw… Raito thought to himself again with a smirk.

They were scheduled to meet in room 122 only an hour and a half’s time, and Raito planned to catch a train to the hotel. Halfway to the train station, however, he was distracted by a high pitched yell that rang across the almost deserted street.

“RAITO-KUN!” a scantily clad young woman screeched as she ran up to give him a hug.

“Misa…” Raito said in a low, venomous voice, “I’m on my way to an important meeting and I can’t be held up.”

Misa looked up into his dark eyes questioningly, “What kind of meeting, Raito-kun? When are you gonna take Misa out on a date!”

“When I have the time. You said you’d do anything to help me purify this world, correct? Purifying the world of thugs and criminals doesn’t allow much free time.”

“Awww,” Misa pouted, “You just hurry up and do that, ok!”

Raito scowled, “It’s going to take my entire lifetime. And I better start by getting on my way to this meeting, ok, Misa dear.”

She seemed to miss the ample amount of sarcasm on the word ‘dear.’ “Well then, you do that! Misa will take care of anything you want, so just tell me!” She smiled cheerily at him.

Raito glared for a second before saying anything. “No, you just go home.” He immediately brushed past her, trying to avoid a fresh round of hugs. She managed to quickly half-hug him and then continued down the street obediently, leaving Raito to rush towards the train station, hoping not to miss the 10 o’clock into Tokyo.

Without any further disruptions he arrived at the station on time, then made his way to the hotel by 11. He smiled to himself as he unlocked the door, took off his jacket, and laid down seductively on the bed. L would be arriving any minute now.

Just as Raito predicted, a timid knocking sounded at the door a few minutes later. Using as alluring and gentle a voice as possible for a man such as himself, he called “Come in! The door’s open.” Raito could barely contain his excitement. This day would go down in history once Kira was the supreme leader of the world.

The door swung open, revealing L looking confused and rather uncomfortable. Shoes looked almost out of place on his usually bare feet.

“Oh, Ryuuzaki, you look tired. Why don’t you have a seat,” Raito said, still doing his best to look and sound enticing. L blinked and leaned forward, staring wide-eyed at Raito.
“You seem different, Yagami-kun,” he said with a little suspicion in his voice. But, naturally, Raito had expected this.

“Yes, well. I’ve had a change of…heart,” He disguised a malicious laugh with a small cough, which he hoped sounded cute. Anything to get L soft enough to throw caution to the wind and reveal his secret…

“Oh?” Ryuuzaki said, cocking his head slightly. “Then what’s this meeting about. A hotel is a very strange place to meet alone, Yagami-kun.”

Raito smiled. I’ve got him right where I want him, he thought. “Oh no, I didn’t invite you for business,” he said aloud. “I invited you as a…well, you know…as a friend.”

L’s eyes widened, but he seemed unable to speak. Suppressing more malicious laughter at how beautifully his plan was working, Raito put on a pleading pout that he hoped no man could refuse.

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A/N: This first chapter is criminally short, I know, but following chapters are much longer. Hope you enjoyed, and COMMENT-ERS GET COOKIES! XD

Oh, and if you just can't wait to read the next chapters of this (snort), the unedited versions are posted on our FFN account, lizren.

CAAAAAAAAAAANDY

2006-03-19T04:08:21Z

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O_O = us.

five minutes ago:
liz: *whew* man, finally got that bitch chapter 10 posted.
ren: yeah, right? i can't wait for reviews.
liz: i know i love reviews!!! reviewers get cookies!!!!
ren: one time i posted a chapter of one of my hellsing fics, and like five seconds later there was a review!!! i was like, 'OMG!!! these guys are on the ball!!!!" but then it turned out to be just maddy [username: magnumzero]. commenting randomly.
liz: hahaha. yeah, our friends don't leave us comments anymore.
ren: the bastards.
liz: well, now that we get reviews from total strangers.......i'm cool with it.
ren: me too. hey, look. *email notifier pops up*
liz: A REVIEW!!!!! ALREADY!

email:
"lizren,

The following review has been submitted to: Keep Your Friends Close But Your Enemies Closer Chapter: 11

From: magnumzero ( http://www.fanfiction.net/u/782445/ )
Reply URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/secure/review_pm.php?reviewid=39503286
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haha hi guys. I UNDERSTAND THE BACKGROUND STORY NOW! death note is so tight.
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ren: ...
liz: ...
ren: XD hahahahahahhaha
liz: THE IRONY OF THIS MOMENT IS UNBELIEVABLE. Let's post it on livejournal!!!

ficieicif

2006-01-18T17:16:01Z

HEyoooooo. This is a little ficlet Lauren and I wrote because we're done with our exams for the day and at rancid_bean's house. And she offered grammar counsel, she says to tell you, the nonexistant reader of this. Apparently my arm smells like arm.

Uhhhh. Yeah. Ok. Bye.

Shuichi stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat."A hem," he muttered, shuffling papers. "Ah......" he paused, looking confused, then gave a muffled squeak and dove under the podium.

"Oh, for heavens sake.." SNape muttered, kicking SHuichi out of the way and motioning for Yuki to come to the stand. "Yuki, take charge," he ordered.

Yuki tossed his hair back and tookoff his sunglasses with a flourish. "Sonorouuuuuuuuuuuuuuus," he murmured, before continuing. "Hello, ladies, gentlemen, wizards and witches, singers and musicians, weremice and dust bunnies," he read from the paper. He paused. "You write horrible speeches," he said off to the side to Shuichi, before realizing that he was still under the sonorous spell. Shuichi motioned at him to keep speaking and he turned back to the expectant crowd with a sigh. "Tonight we will be announcing the winners for the Hot Angst Boy on Boy Love Fest GOlden Globe Awards. Our first award tonight is Most Mussed Hair After An Extensive Snog Session Award, and it goes to...." he paused for dramatic effect, "HARRRY POTTER!!!"

Harry skipped up the the stage with Draco, who may or may not have been a veela, vampire, incubus, succubus, and/or girl, in tow.

"Er...I just want to thank everyone...this is a really great big honor--Draco! Stop that! Not on stage! Thank you to everyone....Draco, I told you to STOP...I'll just go then, thanks again, mmmpghhfhfg."
Yuki looked after Harry and Draco's retreating forms admiringly and earned himself a vicious kick from a jealous Shuichi, who was still under the podium.

"Next up, we have Most Hilarious Pairing Ever In The History of Ever, and I Mean Really, COuld They Be Any MOre Hilarious? Award, which goes to L and Raito! Please come to the stage. You may recall that the other nominees were Harry/ Ron, but Ron perished a few minutes ago."

"I wonder how?" L asked as they shuffled up to the stage to collect their trophy.

"Heart attack, at 8:02pm," Raito said with a smirk, before slipping his Deathnote back into his coatpocket.

"Mmmm," L muttered, looking suspiciously at Draco. "I see," he said.

"Come ooon," Raito nagged, urging L to shuffle along faster. "We're holding up the ceremony with you going along at the rate of a sloth on sake."

L obligingly picked up the pace and they made it to the podium.

Shuichi's head emerged from under the podium. "Your feet smell like smashing blue spicy marmalade," he remarked, before retreating from view again.

Yuki rolled his eyes. "Moron," he muttered.

"Maybe," Shuichi murmured breathily (and quite audibly), "but I'm YOUR moron."

"Isn't that one of the nominations for 'Most Cliche Romantic Love Line Ever'?" Raito whispered to L.

L frowned. "Nnn...I thought the red riding hood routine 'my, what a big cock you have!' beat that one out of the running."

"Oh yeah, maybe you're right," Raito muttered, suddenly realized that they were supposed to be talking to the audience. "Uh...HI..." he began, speaking into the microphone that had been graciously provided for muggles wary of spells. "This is a wonderful award, we're very flattered to have gotten it..."

"KISS KISS KISS KISS!" the audience demanded.

Raito blinked. "Uh..." he began, turning to L helplessly. "L, they want us to kiss," he said nervously. "What are we going to d--"

L interrupted him with a kiss.

"Isn't that one of the nominations for 'Most Cliched Romantic Narrative Phrase Used to Instigate Passion'?" Yuki whispered to Shuichi as the audience collectively burst into laughter. "I thought it might have been, but I can't quite rememb--" Shuichi interrupted him with a kiss.

"They're..so..hilarious," an audience member in the front row gasped between giggles, even though L and Raito had long since stopped snogging. "I can't stop laughing," he laughed. Raito peered at the obnoxious laughing man's nametag. Tom Riddle. "No wonder they got...Most Hilarious P--"
'...Died laughing at 8:07pm,' Raito finished writing in the Deathnote with a flourish. He snapped the Deathnote closed and hid it just as L turned around after prodding at the fresh corpse.

"i suspect that he is 100% dead," L reported.

Raito shot him a look of annoyance. "These people are all brainless idiots," he said disdainfully. "What are they going to make us do next?" he demanded, not aware that he was once again speaking into the mic, " YAOI paddle each other?"

"And the crowd goes wild," Yuki muttered, dropping his face into his hands, as the screaming crowd rose to fever pitch.

"SILENCE!" Professor Snaped roared. The crowd went mute.

..IS GOLDEN," Sasuke added, quite audible in the sudden quiet.

"Very true," Snape said approvingly. "Twenty points to Sexy. What's your name?" he asked huskily.

Sasuke ninja'd over to Snape hyperfast to adequately reply. "Sasuke," he murmured back seductively.

"sasUKE?" Snape repeated, salivating at the gorgeous bishie in his presence.

"Isn't that one of the nominations for the 'Most Worst Baddest Awful Sexual Pun...Look, I'm Barfing At Its Revoltingness' award?" Raito asked L.

"Yes, that, and 'dead boys can't say no,'" L muttered resentfully.

"As if I would ever stoop to necrophilia," Raito snorted.

"What?" L asked in confusion.

"Hey, Tall, Dark and Sexy," Sasuke crooned, his face a few inches away from Snape's. "You look like one of those conflicted characters who has an evil side and a good side, and must endure many internal struggles to determine which will overcome the other."

"Yes...I am..." Snape murmured, his interest piqued.

"Me too," Sasuke said sympathetically. "Did a supremely evil antagonist mark you with an angst-inducing curse and binding?"

"Yes," Snape replied. "You too?" he asked, seeing Sasuke nod. "Oh sasUKE," he whispered, embracing Sasuke and stroking his

hand comfortingly. "Let's have sex."

"Yes, master," Sasuke breathed. "You know, being a ninja has its perks...I'm very flexible, for instance..."

"I know some sensational spells, sasUKE," Snape added, guiding Sasuke towards the nearest exit, or perhaps guiding himself towards Sasuke's exit.

"Okay, we're leaving," Raito decided, fleeing the stage with L behind him before the audience could recover from shock and focus on the Deathnote pair again.

Yuki shrugged. "Attention, attention," he said, breaking the spell that had captivated the audience. "Next up is the winner of a special nomination, for Best Person Ever. This would normally go under the Shoujo division, in the Sappy Friendship category, but it's an emergency."
A hush fell over the expectant crowd. "Leslie M. Shapiro," he read. "Is there a Leslie M. Shapiro in the house?" he asked, when no one came up to the stage. "Hmm," yuki mused. "This has never happened before. Well, let's take a break and announce some shout outs, and if Leslie comes around, she can come up and collect her trophystatueaward." Yuki lit a cigarette and stepped away from the podium. "Hit it, SHuichi," he urged.

Shuichi stood up and dusted himself off. "Revalesco les SHOUTOUTIUMS," he incanted, pointing his wand at the stage curtains. The curtains flattened into a screen, and the shoutouts appeared in bright pink lettering.

'KIRA WAS HERE,' one read. L started in surprise and stared at it.

'I WANT MY TEDDY BEAR,' another one read. Yuki stared accusingly at Shuichi, who blushed.

"LOVE AND PEACE!!!!!!!' was written in a messy scrawl underneath.

'NOOOO WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!' appeared after a series of 'o rly's' and 'ya rly's'.

'HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDSHIP MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' took up a lot of space. Raito and L looked at each other in surprise.

"Whoa," Raito said.

"Chapter 8 Birthday Interlude?" L inquired. Raito nodded.

"Deja vu," they said at the same time.

'HUGGLES: DO NOT TRY TO RESIST' the next shout out warned oddly.

'DO YOU KNOW WHO ATE ALL THE DONUTS?' appeared with a blinding flash, and then they all faded away.

"Excuse me," a pair of FBI agents began, addressing Raito nervously, "Is this the Hot Angsty Boy On Boy Love Fest Annual Awards ceremony?"

"Yes..." Raito answered slowly.

"Oh good," the woman FBI agent said, tossing her red hair back out of her face. "We have reason to believe that a serial killer known as 'Kira' is somewhere around here. Do you know him?"

"No...why?" Raito asked sharply.

The male FBI agent cleared his throat. "We recently discovered a pattern of similar killings in the records of the X-Files..."

TO BE CONTIUNEDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I LOVE YOU LIZ

Part two!!!!!!!!!!! dedicated to maddy: huggles: do not resist.

“I don’t like them,” Shuichi pouted, giving the FBI agents a sullen glare.

“Oh Shuichi, you never like anyone who’s smarter than you,” Yuki pointed out with a world-weary sigh.

“But I like you!!!!!!!!” Shuichi countered in a voice obnoxious enough to warrant multiple exclamation points.

“I like cake,” L offered brightly from his perch on the podium, where he was examining a mysterious letter “K” that had been carved into the side at some point during the shoutoutiums.

“The fact that I’m still with you does make me wonder about the state of my own intellect,” Yuki murmured in reply to Shuichi’s whiny assertion.

“Hey,” said a small blonde ninja from somewhere close to Yuki’s left, “You wouldn’t happen to have seen or heard from this person called Sasuke, would you?”

Yuki and Shuichi exchanged pitying glances before Yuki answered his question. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “But I’m sure he’ll turn up.”

As Naruto wandered away, L’s feet slipped precariously further over the edge of the podium as he tried to get a closer look at the K engraving. “Twinkle, twinkle, little Kira, how I wonder if you’re here-a,” he muttered speculatively in a sing-songy voice.

FBI agents Scully and Mulder cautiously edged around the crowd, ignoring derisive jeers and demands as to the legitimacy of their presence. “Are you even fanfiction material?” Sailor Moon asked contemptuously, before turning her attention back to her amour, ~~Tuxedo Mask~~ Sailor Mars.

“Now now, settle down,” Yuki said impatiently to the crowd. “We still have to award best romantic theme song and The Very Strongest Man Ever award.”

“Why do we have that last award?” Draco asked Harry suspiciously.

Harry shrugged. “I guess we are doomed to continuously attempt to assert our manhood.”

Draco blinked. “Ass and manhood in the same sentence? That’s cause for celebration!”

“Or cause for the title of the Worst Joke Ever Heard Uttered From A Slytherin’s Admittedly Luscious Lips,” Harry said dryly.

“That’s an award?” Draco asked doubtfully.

“Yes,” Harry answered, “although, Snape is still a contender.”

As if on cue, a faint cry of “SasUKE!” resounded from somewhere beyond the room.

“…Like a killer cutie pie, who makes other people die…” L continued crooning absently from his podium perch, when his socks finally gave way and sent him tumbling from his wobbly crouch.

With a muffled squawk he fell into the arms of a pale and tragic man filled with the sorrows of tomorrows. “Oh what a beautiful internal rhyme scheme,” L murmured dreamily from his secure new position in the arms of none other than Voldemort.

“Why you cute little Ravenclaw, you,” Voldemort purred, giving L’s nose a tweak.

L caught Voldemort’s offending nose-tweaking hand and glared. “Nevermore,” he warned Voldemort in a sirius tone. Then he blinked and peered up at Voldemort more closely. “I thought you died laughing a while ago?”

Voldemort smirked. “Due to a spell of purely satanically dark magically evil corrupted darkness, I can never truly die.”

L’s eyes went round at the implications, but before he could reply, Trelawney made a cameo appearance from the floor to point at Voldemort and L dramatically and declare, “I see death hanging over your heads! Beware!” before peacing out.

Ryuuk started guiltily from his perch above L and Voldemort. “What can I say, they make a cute bishie couple,” he said defensively to no one in particular, before drifting over the two to observe the others.

L snuggled closer to Voldemort and batted his eyelids becomingly. “Teach me your soul-corrupting, hellfire-paved road to immortality,” he begged. “If I can thwart Kira’s assuredly potential plans to kill me, I have a better chance of killing him!”

“Absolutely, my raven-haired beauty,” Voldemort purred. “It involves these things called Horcruxes…”

Yuki snorted in derision and stepped closer to the L/ Voldemort pairing. “It’s futile, you realize,” he told L pitilessly, his eyes regarding L with icy disdain.

Voldemort met his gaze with his blood-red eyes of doom.

“We’re the eyes of a killer,” Yuki’s eyes informed Voldemort’s eyes bluntly. “So that death glare is useless.”

“But my eyes are reptilian and evil,” Voldemort’s eyes protested angrily. “We burrow into your mind and steal your very thoughts.”

“Shuichi did that long ago,” Yuki’s eyes sighed sadly. “You’re far too late.”

“Why is it futile?” L asked belatedly, distracted once again by the K engraved in the podium.

“Oh,” Yuki murmured slyly, “you know…just…chapter fifty eight, you know.”

“No,” L murmured in confusion, “no, I don’t know what chapter 58 is. What happens in chapter 58?” He asked, wringing his hands in distress.

Yuki smiled evilly. “Oh, you just—”

“Stop it! Stop it! Can’t you see what it’s doing to him?” Voldemort shrieked.

“You ought to realize that that’s Hermione’s line,” Harry Potter interrupted.

“No wai,” Voldemort denied, quite offended.

“Ya rly,” Harry Potter assured him. “Fourth movie, in the scene where the Auror Moody imposter tortures a spider with cruciatus.”

“I’ll torture you with cruciatus,” Voldemort snarled threateningly.

“NO ONE WILL TORTURE ANYONE!” a new voice chipped in from behind Voldemort.

L twisted his head around to get a closer look at a tall, blond and blue-eyed man holding a large gun. “Must be American,” he murmured, eyes narrowing when he saw the newcomer proceeded to shoot the outline of a “K” with bullets into the opposite wall.

“MY NAME IS K, AND I SPEAK IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I AM AMERICAN,” he announced, whilst L nearly toppled from his snuggling with Voldemort at the noise.

Voldemort secured his hold on his armful of L just in time and regarded K thoughtfully.

For a very long time.

“Lucius Malfoy?” He finally gasped in realization.

K faltered. “No,” he said in a small, unconvincing voice.

Harry Potter stared at the self-proclaimed American in shock. “Oh my god, I think it is,” he murmured.

“What does ‘K’ stand for?” L asked suspiciously.

“Kansas,” Harry Potter guessed.

“Kira?” L supplied connivingly.

“komplimentsofthechef?” Shuichi suggested brightly.

“Killer,” Harry Potter asked coldly.

K looked insulted. “EQUUS,” he countered, giving Potter a warning look.

Harry Potter paled and dashed away into the arms of his lover, Draco.

“Hey sugar, what’s my dad doing dressed like an American?” Draco asked suspiciously.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Harry murmured, staring back at Lucius/ K with trepidation.

“…Kimberly?” Raito asked K, who shook his head.

“Kinky?” Naruto murmured, against all odds.

“Yes!” K confirmed, staring at Naruto speculatively. “What’s your name, you foxy little cutie?” he asked.

“Naruto,” Naruto answered.

“NarUTO?” K asked coyly.

“No…no, it doesn’t work with his name,” Yuki sighed. “I’m sorry, you have to think of something else.”

Lucius/ K frowned, the expression causing a delicate and endearing crease in his brow. Finally his troubled look disappeared. "Glory hole," he labelled Naruto triumphantly.

"But what does that mean?" SHuichi asked curiously.

"it's another term for 'beloved'," Yuki informed him in wise tones.

Raito wrinkled his nose at the mundane dealings of lesser mortals and noticed for the first time that his L was ensconced in the arms of another.

“No, L, I would not advise that you make that horcrux a cake,” Voldemort was saying impatiently.

“But cake is important to me!” L insisted petulantly. “Andandand you said I should choose things important to me!”

“I should think that I’m important to you!” Raito hissed as he aproached the pair.

L faltered. “Cheese biscuit?” he offered, holding out a plateful with one elegant hand.

“Oh,” Raito exclaimed, momentarily distracted, “why, thanks.”

Voldemort thinned his lips, ignoring Raito as best he could. “And that stuffed monkey is not advisable either,” he tried to convince L, without much success.

“But I love him,” L pouted.

“And do you love me?” Raito challenged, finishing off his cheese biscuit.

The crowd hushed, waiting for the angsty mix of a love triangle to be revealed.

“I don’t think it will be an equilateral triangle,” Naruto murmured to K.

“Oh no, definitely not,” K agreed. “Isosceles at best...L definitely loves Raito more. 90% positive.”

“I’m not so sure,” Harry Potter speculated. “I mean, what if he’s just leading him on?”

"Oh that would only be the case if it were a Angle-Side-Side triangle," Draco assured him.

TBC
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LJ power?

2006-01-14T04:08:12Z

Uhh...LJ POWER! post soon? maybe so.

HI LAUREN! i made an lj for us! XD now we have a place to post those WiP gravitation fics!