Bobbing for Apples

Light had slept for twelve entire hours and L had hardly even blinked in that time. In fact, L was just beginning to compare his average blink rate opposed to other people's and wondered why his eyes did not dry out. Perhaps my eyes are naturally wetter than other people's... Wait, so if I blinked a lot, would I cry. He blinked once, as if to start testing this theory, when Light walked into the library. L was sitting at a study table, his laptop in front of him but idle. L looked at him. "You found me."

Light glared for a moment. "Yes, I found you. It's not difficult when there is a room that shows all the cameras. You know, I could find a blind spot just from that room."

L responded as Light sat down across from him. "Assuming that all the angles are shown in there."

They sat in the quiet. It wasn't nearly as awkward as before but still it wasn't pleasant. An upside is that they were avoiding eachothers eyes. The older detective nonchalantly nibbled upon his thumb. Behind onyx eyes, memories came to mind of before he had run away. Thoughts of what he had seen, what he had imagined. And a lot of thoughts about those kisses. He basically resigned himself to never being able to do that now. There was no question that Light was Kira (though perhaps he never doubted it in the first place but dedicated in believing that perhaps he didn't make out with the world's worst murderer. One thing led to another, however, and soon L was thinking things he really shouldn't be. Imagining new scenerios he wish he could block from his overactive mind. Stop... I need something to preoccupy my mind. L looked at Light, suddenly very hungry to taste his lips again. Despite the revelations made in this timeframe Light looked just as tempting, just as inviting, as before. I think I'm going to go insane. There's no clue as to how long we're going to be on lockdown... Together. Alone. Yes, the chances of me going mad by the time Kira gives up the Death Note is thirty seven percent or so... And this silence isn't helping. "Well, here's the library. You can read anything in here, if you like... Oh, and you can have anything you want in this house, with the exception of this laptop. Unless you intend to destory them, in which case - no, it's mine. I have no emotional attachment to anything here except the house itself." He shrugged slightly as Light turned his gaze on him, slightly regretting talking. Now Light was looking back at him with smouldering eyes. Well, the smouldering was more like burning hate, but who cared?

"Why are you trying to be nice to me? I'm your notorious murderer prisoner." 'My' notorious murderer prisoner... Ooh. L's mind shifted in ways he really rather it didn't at that choice of wording. "I do not need your kindess."

"This is true, you do not require my attempts at generosity or civility, however I offer it to you anyways. If you decline that is your choice but I still offer it because I want to. Even if you are my prisoner." He pulled a chessboard out of nowhere, though it was really in a compartment under the tabletop that is open on the side. "Want to play?"

Light didn't seem to know what to do. I'm sure he doesn't want to participate in anything with me yet he wants to play out of nothing better to do. "Sure..."

They played, L going first. Part way through the first game, Light asked why L went first. "You know why. He or she who makes the first move wins." Light seemed to freeze and obsidian eyes focused on his stiffened body, unaware before that it had been relaxed. "Is something the matter?"

"No." Light said quickly, shaking his head and trying to relax, checkmating L's king. "I have to go..." He got up and headed out of the library.

Of course, what L had said had reminded him of the dream and through that the question in his mind of L's gender. Which, by the way, should be the least important thing on my mind right now. L came after him, walking faster than he was and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop and forcing him to face the detective. Great, well I guess there's no escaping him. Yet when he looked into L's eyes, something clicked but he had no idea what. Which, really, defeated the purpose of things clicking. Emotion swam in L's eyes for that moment that seemed to last forever before freezing over again. Light couldn't tell what emotion, since L usually had distant, dead eyes, but the sheer fact tghat there was emotion astounded him and glued his feet to the floor. "What's wrong." L finally said, scratching his head and looking away.

"Don't worry about it..." Light said, trying to step but being caught again. No, I have to get out of here... Not out the house, just away from L. Wait! What am I saying, I need to get out of this house even more! He stared, failing at a glare, before trying to get away again but was again pulled back. Before, L could once again ask what was the matter, he was pushed and hit the wallpapered wall with his back. Dark eyes looked up strangely at Light.

"You're very aggressive. Are you sure it's a good idea for someone who is so easily violent to rule the world?" L kind of felt bad about that, he actually didn't want to bring up the Kira issue for some reason, though common sense says that he should at every oppurtunity. This only achieved him to get punched in the cheek. His face lifted to the assualted area but his body didn't move the direction it was pushed. He could see the amber eyes getting more pissed off at every moment. He took his oppurtunity and kicked Light in the stomach, causing him to have to lean against the other side of the hall. Light came back at him, but he kicked as a fist came flying at him. Both of them missed, however. When they retried it, however, the both ended up on the ground, wrestling with eachother. And at the same moment, realization hit them.

L had his back to the ground, his knees raised in order to kick with both at the same time into Light's face. Light was leaning above him, bending over him with certain areas in close proximity. One fist was raised in the air to punch the detective and the other was clamped into L's hair. They both groaned, half in desire (though of course neither would admit it) and half in aggrevation. They immediately broke apart and sat on other sides of the hall, their feet almost touching. Light sat in his normal way and Light brought his knees up to his chest, his butt still against the ground. "I'm sorry." Broke the silence.

Light looked completely caught off guard by this statement, this apology. "For what?"

"A lot of things, I suppose. I'm sorry I have to lock you up here with me, though I'm sure you understand somehow... It's my idea of justice, I must do for it everything I can, just like how you do with yours. However, my justice only hurts two people..." He avoided eye contact. "Furthermore, I'm sorry for trying to get you to tell me what is obviously a personal problem, it was none of my business." He shuffled his feet together slightly. "Lastly, I'm sorry for resorting to physical violence. Though you struck first, I am sorry I participated."

All Light could say, in his amazement of what all the man across from him had said was "Me too." L was still trying not to look Light in the face but something made him. He heard a light drip and his head snapped up. Light's nose was bleeding and rather profusely, oozing out crimson blood from his nose directly to the floor, as Light had his head tilted down between his legs. L basically flew over and lightly touched his jaw, bringing it upwards so that Light's head was tited back. Letting go for a moment, his shirt seemed to disappear and Light realized that he was going to use his own shirt to clean the blood. "No, don't ruin your shirt for MMPH!" His face was suddenly covered in soft white fabric forcefully. L, however, pulled back the excess quickly and he could talk and see again. "Your shirts going to stain..." He whined.

"What, you think I'm only capable of wearing one shirt? I have many more like it. And believe it or not, others that are different." It could have obviously been a joke but L sounded serious, slowly encouraging Light to stand up. He lead him to the closest room with gold and teal as the color scheme and tried to get him to lay down.

"No way, I don't want to risk getting everything messed up." He complained. For a moment he thought he saw L roll his eyes before he was pushed onto the bed on his back, when he tried to sit up, suddenly there was weight on him. His eyes bulged out of his head. "Uh..." Was all he could manage.

L was embarassed but moving now would too obvious. If he stayed, it would seem like he thought nothing of it. Besides, though there's plent of other places to sit, I rather like it here... Truth was, the genius detective was now straddling his prisoner, Kira.

Light tried to pull himself together, trying to think of the blood. The gushing blood running from his nose. He was convincing himself that there was no way L was thinking of it that way, especially since he was bleeding. He could laugh the lack of sexy he must be right now. For that, he was suddenly self-conscious, not wanting L to see him like this. >i>Only because I don't want him to see me weak, yeah... That's it. But the pressure on his groin wasn't seeming to have any intention of going away and he panicked. "Get off me." He finally was able to blurt out and though L looked like he was going to do it, he wasn't going fast enough and he instinctively acted on 'helping' L off. He thrust his hips into L, partially going sideways so that L tumbled beside him on the bed. His idea backfired and he had to quickly bring his knees up so his thighs hid a certain aspect of his anotomy. Fuck. And now L was staring at him with those wide, inquisitive eyes that burrowed deep into his soul and made his stomach turn in the most beautiful way. Beautiful? No, in the most disgusting, gross... dirty... sexy... Ugh... He correlated loss of blood with stupid thoughts at that point. He realized he was blushing slightly but also decided that it probably looked normal since the blood in his face was draining. None the less, he covered up more of his face with the shirt.

Silence again, there was always so much silence between them. Light finally said that he thought the bleeding stopped. Suddenly the shirt was gone and L was in his face. His spidery fingers along his chin, lifting it. His pale face was close to him, he could feel his breathing. Light's knees clamped together painfully. He wished he wasn't covered in dried blood. He wish he didn't feel ugly. He wished that he could remained composed. He wished L would just kiss him already. He frowned even more when L backed away. "Very well, you look fine. Sorry for giving you a nosebleed, it must have happened when you hit the wall..."

"Thank you." Light said grumpily, not sounding grateful at all. Actually, he really meant the thank you he was just very frustrated at the moment. He tried to soften his voice as he continued. "I don't think I've ever gotten a nosebleed before." He sat up, rather painfully he might add and turned his back to L, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll be right back." With that, he walked into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door. Light flicked on the vanities light and looked himself in the face. The younger man was suddenly furious. I don't have any blood on me? Why didn't I kiss him, then? He closed his eyes and ran the water. No, it's better he didn't. I don't want him to want me because I certainly don't want him... Well, at least I don't want to want him. It's the same, right? He sighed into his hands as he slashed water unnecessarily onto his face, forcefully grinding his hips into the vanity so that it hurt. He knew it wasn't the same, in fact it was very different. At least he was admitting his desires to himself at the given moment. He had a strange image of him running out of the bathroom and into L's arms and kissing him. It made his stomach ill. Not the entire thing, just the fact that he could even imagine himself doing something like that. I must have one hell of an imagination.

And soon the captive was reflecting on how something had changed in him. He usually would have been unbelievably angry at himself for something as simple as letting L take care of him a little bit. Granted, he was a little agitated that he had let L see him weak he had to admit that he was more worried about L's opinion over how pathetic he must have seemed than the detective lending him a hand. He realized he had brought the shirt with him into the bathroom and it was now on the marble counter. He frowned. It's silly, it's not like he wears the same sweater every day, they are just mass produced to look the same, but at the same time... He picked it up. He said everything the house could be mine... Who would have known that my enemy would literally give me the shirt off his back... And yet there wasn't a drop of blood on him, not even on his face. How did he clean my face when he took off the shirt so suddenly?

He sighed and returned to the bedroom. Light, however, was half tempted to run back in and take a cold shower when he did so. He had somehow expected L to magically produce a sweatshirt out of nowhere. Now, for the first time, he got a glance of L's half naked body. He was thin with light muscles gripping his bones and skin taught against him. A woman would not classify him under 'hunk' or "pretty" he was a class all his own. His body had the same intriguing strangeness as the rest of him. It was partially wild looking and positively delicious. He wasn't overly muscular and that was great but he didn't look like someone you necessarily wanted to fight with, either (though Light knew he had would again) and he certainly didn't look feminine. The younger man realized that he had lifted a foot to step backwards in shock but instead forced himself to walk forward, realizing he wanted to see more, perhaps in a position where L wasn't sitting, covering most of his torso. He decided that thought should hint for him to stop paying so much attention and he looked away with difficulty. "Do you get nosebleeds often?"

"Hmm? No."

"Then why did you know how to get rid of one so quickly? And you were able to avoid me even having blood on my face..."

"Oh, I guess I could tell you, you've already been there." He paused, moving his feet together. "The orphanage, I went there when I was four and stayed there until I was twenty more or less. I did work as a detective before that from there but really there was no need to actually move out. I am kind of... idolized by some of the children there. I guess you could say that they are always competing to be my favorite... That caused some of the kids to get beat up. That or they would just get hurt some other way. Me, being followed by them constantly, was really the most efficient person to take care of such problems. I guess you could say that practice made perfect." He did a half smile then froze. He breathed deeply once then continued. "If you kill Watari or anyone else from that orphanage..."

Light stopped him with his hand up. "I promise, I have no intention of doing such... I guess if they got in my way, there would be difficulties... But I promise that I will avoid it to the best of my ability." He then realized just how morbid this conversation had turned. "So you're an orphan?"

"Yes. This was my parents house..." He glanced around, as if it was the first time he had been here. "That, too, won't tell you my identities. They bought it under aliases." He could hear Light's jaw drop.

"Your parents were detectives too? Spies?" But he stopped when L shook his head.

"Light is mistaken. My parents probably could have been if they wanted to be, but they were not..." Something under L's usually silly yet sexy look changed to beyond his usual mysteriousness. He could almost look creepy, evil. "My parents were criminals."

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Fufa's Notes: (TAKE THREE)

WTF I keep forgetting to put in chapter name. ;_; I refuse to rewrite my notes. Sorry.

Basically, this chapter is inspired by my iron defiency/anemia so I've been getting random nosebleeds.