If Death Note Were an Honest Love Story About Terrible People

Ch. 8 Fuck Him

L was horrified by what he discovered. He panicked, feeling as though no amount of bathing could get this particular kind of filth off of him. No, this was a filth that seeped from within. Regret plagued his mind. 'Why did I touch it? Why did I look?' His thoughts spun out of control. He grabbed handfuls of his own hair as he paced, dropping the Death Note to the floor.

'I've always been willing to do anything to further this investigation', L thought to himself as he continued pacing the floor, circling the small black notebook. 'Was it not obvious that nothing was off limits?' L understood all that was at stake and had always been willing to do whatever was necessary within the law to get the job done. Within the law being the operative words. Before he and Light met, the law was no problem for L to manipulate to his will; but things changed. Things were different now.

L stopped and stood rigidly, "Someone's coming." He said to himself. Quickly he grabbed the Death Note and placed it carefully back in its hiding place.

"Hey, L," Light greeted plainly as he walked through the door. "L?"

L had made himself sick with the stress of his recent discovery and was hugging the toilet when Light found him. He breathed deep and regained composure; it was game time. "In here."

"You're still sick?" Light stood in the doorway, genuine worry coming over his face. "I thought you were going to see the doctor about this?"

"I did," L lied. "It's not as bad as it was. Apparently, withdrawal is just as awful."

Light frowned, "Did the guys get anywhere with the Mira investigation?"

"Still at a complete standstill. How did your lead turn out?"

"Bust," there it was, that fateful flicker of red. Without fail, it was as true as death. At this point, truer, even.

L responded by standing to brush his teeth, and Light hugged him from behind and kissed the top of L's head. "Are you too sick for us?" Light whispered in L's ear as he gently bit its edge.

Despite being angry with Light, or Kira, rather, L didn't allow his eyes to betray him. He forced a crooked grin and finished brushing. The big, innocent eyes were the easy part; he never had to mean those to anyone, and Kira would be the jealous, angry one right now if he knew just how much ass that got him in his younger years. Girls, too. L's angry thoughts forced their way up. Yeah, fuck you, Kira.

While L finished up in the bathroom, Light was already naked on the bed, laying lazily across the fluffy covering on his side, propped up on his elbow and wrist. The sheer absurdity of the sight enraged L. Before he could consider his actions further, he stormed over to Light and grabbed him by the throat. Light's hands flashed to the comforter and gripped it, his body stiffened, and he peered down his upward tilted chin at L, trying to read his face. He grinned, eyes flashing, and L lost it. With everything he had, taking both hands to Light's throat, he drove himself forward on the bed, bracing against Light's neck until they hit the headboard with a loud thud.

"What are you doing?" Light choked, anger beginning to rise in him. He grabbed L's exposed sides and threw him on his side, pinning him with his left elbow to the bed while he tore at his pants, ripping them forcefully from his hips and settling them just below his butt cheeks.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" L screamed in retaliation as he rolled underneath Light's painfully stabbing elbow and clocked him in the face with the best right hook he could muster given the position he was in.

It was enough to knock Light completely off the bed. There was a loud thud followed by a, "What the fuck, L!" L simply stood on the bed and finished kicking off his pants, and then pulled his shirt over his head, a devious smile on his marked-up face. Light stood slowly, "I see. So that's how it is. I'm not going down without a fight!"