Author: Cocobean
Rating:M (NC-17)






Light’s eyelids started to feel heavy, and as he began to drift into a blissful slumber, he leaned close to L’s ear and whispered something just audible enough for his lover to hear.

“Ryuzaki…L…I need to confess something…”

The figure beneath him looked up at Light with half lidded eyes, obviously just as tired as Light. “What is it Raito-kun?”

Light held L tighter, keeping them as close as possible as he whispered slowly, “L…I am Kira.”

L gasped, his large eyes growing twice their size. What was this all of a sudden? Was Light being serious? How could he so openly admit to being the famous muderer Kira?
Unless…

Maybe he’s not being serious. Perhaps he’s just playing a prank on him. A very sick, twisted prank.

“Raito-kun, what are you saying? I do not-”

L’s words were cut off by the younger man, who was now snickering, his laugh the sound of rusty metal scrapping together. It sent horrific tremors throughout L’s body.
In a flash, Light no longer existed. Now L was face to face with none other than Kira himself.

Once Kira’s fit of laughter had subsided, he finally spoke, his voice much different from that of the young boy that once resonated within that body. This tone was deeper, darker, and it meant to sound as though he were mocking L. “What’s wrong, L? Lost your nerve? Did that Yagami boy really get to you this much?”

L could not speak, could barely move. He was no longer being held in the arms of his lover, but in the arms of his greatest enemy. The very thought of this creature’s arms wrapped around him was enough to make L nauseous. He tried to pry himself out of this psychopath’s arms, but the creep kept him tight within his grasp. L began to panic, his breathing rapid as he kicked and shoved, but to no avail.

Kira grinned. A splendid idea had just come into his mind. He decided to have some fun with the spindly detective. Give the disfigured retard what he deserved. He was going to enjoy every moment of torment…

During all of this, the other side of Kira, Light Yagami, was hidden somewhere deep inside, screaming, trying to find a way back his detective.

“Kira! Don‘t you fucking touch him! Don‘t you dare fucking touch him!!”

Kira ignored the adolescent residing in the back of his head. There was no way he was going to let his split personality get the best of him. Not when he had the sickly L in his grasp. The maniac licked his lips. He was going to relish every last of L’s slow demise.

Though Light could not see anything through the dark depths of where he resided, he heard the sound of someone screaming, and it filled him with absolute dread, knowing whose voice it was. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, his panic flaring as L’s screams began to progress in volume and pain. In the midst of those painful cries, Light heard Kira chuckling from mad-induced pleasure.

He could not save L. He could do nothing but listen to his lover’s screams of pain. Light put his hands behind his head, tugging viciously on his hair as he tumbled to the ground in despair. He screamed in desperation, hoping to whatever god that was out there would wake him up from this gruesome nightmare.


Light woke up thrashing in his bed. He thought he’d been screaming…but then he realized that no sound was coming from him. He tried again out of desperation, but just as in the dream, he was simply too terrified to make his voice work for him. His mouth opened, but no noise came from him. His eyes were wide, his breathing rapid and harsh, and his hands were clutched firmly to the blankets as beads of sweat were falling from his forehead to his chin.

His mind still partially stuck in his nightmare, Light’s wide eyes darted to the left of him. There slept L, his sleeping face towards Light as his chest slowly rose and then dissipated through his soft sleeping. There was no Kira, no awful sounds of L’s screams, and Light was not stuck inside the mind of that depraved lunatic.

Light sighed, running his hand through disheveled hair. It was yet another dream of Kira. Nothing more.

How many times have I had some nightmare involving Kira? I can’t remember anymore. I lost count.

Light’s face was stiff, his mind fully concentrated on those nightmares. He had been having terrible dreams similar to this one almost everyday since…when? Did it start after L handcuffed them together? Light decided to choose that as his answer. But why even have such dreams? Light knew for a fact that he certainly was not Kira, so why these dreams? Logic told him that the Kira investigation was probably getting to him. Which made more sense than anything else, considering his nightmares all come from the investigation. But Light simply could not agree with that answer. It felt as though the real reason for these dreams was much greater than what logic said. The more he thought about what the true could possibly be, the more began wonder whether he really wanted to know or not.

Light sighed a second time. His shifted his honey-colored eyes towards the sleeping body next to him. L lay on his side, his arms close to his face like that of a sleeping child. He was curled up in a somewhat of a ball in his sleep. It resembled that of L’s usual awkward way of sitting.

But his sleeping face was what made Light smile. L never showed his emotions, always hiding them behind some sort of invisible wall. What’s more, every single day the lanky man dared not ever show so much as a small twinkle of emotion towards anybody. Light was so used to a vacant expression, but now L’s face seemed more lively, his mouth open ajar and eyebrows much less creased than in the daylight. His eyes closed also made him look more lax than L would dare to show in public. It was refreshing, to say the least. It was nice to know that deep down that robotic exterior, there was still a human being.

Light’s smiled slowly began to disappear as he remembered his recent nightmare again. He recalled hurting L - well, Kira hurting L, to be more precise - so callously, and he recalled L screaming in agony.

Light’s stomach lurched at the recollection, and so he decided to quit reminiscing in that terrible nightmare.

He looked at L once again, and this time he lovingly stroked L’s messy air out of the detectives eyes, careful not to wake him up. He then smiled contently. L looked so serene in his deep slumber. Light wished that L would look like that in the daytime as well, though he knew that this was just wishful thinking. To ask L to be a little more expressive is the same as asking a blind man what color the sky is. Ridiculous.

Light chuckled softly at the bold truth in that statement.

Suddenly, L began to squirm in his sleep as he mumble something Light could barely understand.

“Uhn…Raito-kun, I saw that last slice of cake first…You know I need the…sugar intake…more than……you…………….”

Light struggled in his attempts to suppress his laughter. L even dreamed of sweets in his sleep! The revelation at just how far L’s sugary addiction could go was almost too much.

When he was sure his fits of laughter was gone, Light lied back down in the bed, his head propped up with arm as it rest against the mattress. He continued to stare at the quirky man next to him and began to drift into thoughts about said unusual character.

In the midst of his thoughts, he wondered when it had happened to him. When did his feelings of discontent and irritation toward L change into…something so deep?

In other words: When did I become so hopelessly in love with L?