Do You Want to Know a Secret?

A/N: This isn't the first time I've attempted a Death Note fic, but I believe it's the first I've finished. I feel like the way I write L is always kind of OOC...I don't like Light either, but this worked better from his POV. I know it's late, but this way supposed to be for L's birthday. Tell me what you think?

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Or FAKE.

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"Light-kun, do you think there are any gays on the New York City police force?"

Yagami Light spun his chair around quickly, mouth gaping.  Had the odd detective really just asked something so...odd?

"I...I don't know," Light answered finally, trying to regain his composure.

L remained silent, staring blankly at the bright computer screen before him.  For a moment, Light dared to hope that the awkward comment would not be elaborated on and could be forgotten.

No such luck.

"Hm...What about Tokyo's police force?" L tried again.

"I don't think so," Light replied, a bit indignantly this time, "I mean, maybe Matsuda, but..." He trailed off.

L glanced at him, then back to the screen.  Light let out a sigh of relief when no more was said.

Over the next few days, Light found that he couldn't quite put the incident from his mind.  Much to his chagrin, L had caught him staring more than once.  Yet, somehow, Light continued to miss the devious glint in the detective's eyes.

"It's three A.M.," Light complained one morning, his face pressed to the desk.  He was too tired to care about posture or appearance at the moment.  "Can we just go to bed?"

"In a moment, Light-kun," L replied.  The chain connecting them rattled as he tapped on of the keys on his keyboard.  Light couldn't wait for the thing to come off so he could get back to normal sleeping patterns.  He looked up to see what L was doing.

Manga?

No doubt about it; the detective wax reading manga on the computer at three in the morning while connected to a very tired, very grumpy teenager.

"What are you doing?" Light asked, a little more harshly than he'd intended.  He leaned into the insomniac's personal space, trying to see what was on the screen.

"Nothing," L assured him too quickly, closing the window, "let's go to bed."

Light followed him to their bedroom, wondering what the detective could've been reading that would make him so flustered when asked about it.  Light made a face, annoyed by the prospect of worrying about this all night and not getting any sleep.

"Your father went home tonight, didn't he?" L asked, seemingly out of the blue.

Light frowned at him, wondering what his companion was getting at.  "Yes.  He misses Mom and Sayu, just like I do.  Don't you ever miss your family?"

L blinked.  "Family?" he repeated, as if it was a foreign concept.

"Yes, family," Light snapped, "the people who love you."

L was silent for a moment.  "I've never had that," he admitted.  Then he suddenly leaned close to Light, his face only inches away.

"But you'll love me, won't you?"

"R-Ryuuzaki?" the teen squeaked as L retreated, a tiny smile on his lips.

L didn't reply.  Instead, he crawled into bed, pretending to fall asleep.