Light Yagami was neither an optimist nor a pessimist.

     He understood how things worked and accepted it without holding a grudge.

     So when he khew he had an attraction toward L the detective, partly because of the intelligence that can match his own, partly because of the way they were completely opposite but similar at the same time, he had no disagreements.

     Before he knew it, the mere attraction had changed into something much more complicated, much more intimate. He suddently realized that his eyes had been unconciously following every single movements of L, and his body had been secretly yearning for the touch that never came.

     His attitude toward this new-found feeling was, well, to put it bluntly, extremely horrified.

     Light started to avoid L as much as possible.

     Nevertheless, the more Light avoided L, the more his desire for the detective skyrocketted. And if the great detective noticed the sneaky glances the youth threw at him or the blushes creeping on Light's face whenever they sit nearly or their hands accidently brushed pass each other, he never mentioned.

    Things between them continued normally.

(Minus the constant fights and the insults they threw at each other faces everyday).

     So boring. And tiring, too. Light mused in his head.

     He was working at the headquarter while having a hard time keeping his brain active. He was feeling sleepy. Occasionally, Light would drop off, before being jerked back to conciousness by the crackling sound of something being bited off, a lolipop in particular. He hadn't had a decent sleep fir three days because L - the bastard of an employer, had made all the members of the taskforce worked their ass off for the Kira case despite its unchanged situation. Worse, since it was late, everyone would go home, including Matsuda, despite his idiocy, had a lousy mouth and a poor sense of humor that could somehow kept everybody in a somewhat conciousness, which certaintly helpful in Light's asleep condition.

     He suddently thought of his father.

     Yagami Soichiro, that poor old man, had all his hair turned grey only in two weeks due to the stress he had been suffering from the case together with L's antics, and maybe his relationship with Light, too.

    Even though Light had concealed his emotion rather carefully, his father could still somehow saw through his calm facade and noticed the flick of emotions of hurt, anger and worst, betrayer. Because of that, the man would always showed Light the pity and remorse looks and never forgot to convey those feelings everytime before he went back home.

Not like Light cared, anyway.

- Ahem. -A cough echoed in the air, snapped Light back from his dreamy state.

- I'm sorry. What did you say?

He was rubbing his eyes, while trying his best to revert back to his normally perfect appearance. His hair must be a mess right now since he had slept with his hand as a pillow. Aaaaah, his pillow...

Having noticed Light's distraction, L coughed once again, this time louder, and to his pleasure, Light immediately snapped his attention back to the detective.

- I was asking if Light-kun was okay. He seems rather worn-off.

- I'm perfectly fine, though. Why the question?

     L rolled his eyes at Light confident response. Despite the distance (Light had tried to pick the furthest chair from the great detective that the length of the chain allowed, he wonder why), he could point out the slightly dark rings around the boy's eyes and realized the ill attempt to cover his exhaustion.

- No reasons. Just some concerns for Light-kun well-being since I have noticed Light-kun rather exhausted state.- He said the same time as Light tried to rub his eyes tiredly.

- I'm just a mere human, you can't blame me. - He defended. - Not like some sugar-addicted idiot (L's eyes narrowed at the jab), I can't survive without my precious sleep. -He rubbed his eyes tiredly once again and scowled at L.

- Sorry for disappointing Light-kun then, since the case is deemed far more worthy than his so called "precious sleep", unless Kira, who undoubtedly, is also in a tired state (just like you)... - Light could practically hear the missing words spoken out loud - ...decided to make a move or admit his crime, I'm afraid he will have to stay here with me until we make some progress.

     Light rolled his eyes dramatically at the obvious insinuation.

     Bastard.

- Ryuuzaki, how many time I have to tell you, I'm not Kira! - He stressed the word "not" with vehemence.- And stop with that kind of insinuation, would you, it's getting infuriating.

- I don't understand what Light-kun means. - He widened his charcoal eyes in mock surprise. - Unless - He then stopped for dramatic purpose. -I have touches some sensitive nerves? 3 more percent, then.

     Light's vein popped on his forehead. He growled fiercely.

- You know what, Ryuuzaki? Fuck you! You're really an asshole! - He gave a damn about courtesy now.

- Being an asshole is far more better than being a maniac serial killer, Kira-kun. - L replied sarcastically.

      Before both Light and L could comprehend what happened, in a hazy state of mind, the former had lunged at the latter with one swift movement and punched the detective in the guts with all the strength he could manage. Ungracefully, L fell over his chair on his butt with a loud thud while clutching his stomach painfully. He glared distastefully at the triumphant youth above him and suddenly swept his right leg, making Light tripped over his own feet and landed on the floor with his face with a sickening crack.

- An eye for an eye, Light-kun.

- You bastard ... - He seethed while holding his bloody, and possibly broken nose.

     And the usually occurred fights began.

(this time without any watchful eyes though).

     For awhile, an array of kicks, punches, insults and more insults were thrown in a blur of two males. And at the end of the battle, both of them had several injuries, minor and major, while triumphantly reflecting on the damage they had successfully caused on the other's body.

- So, ha, how about, ha, calling a, ha, draw?

     Light offered, his back was leaning heavily on the wall, occasionally stopped to catch his breath, the chain securing his wrist made a rattling sound when he held his hand to his chest, making an attempt to even his breathing. His nose also had stopped bleeding.

     At the other end of the chain, L was sitting sulkily on the floor, one hand hugging his knees, while his mouth was nibbling on the other thumb. His face was impassive as ever, though there was a hint of ragging breath under his indifferent mask.

     The great detective furrowed his invisible eyebrows as if contemplating something, then he said.

- No.

     Light lunged toward L again.

- For God sake, Ryuuzaki, stop acting so childish! - Light exclaimed, managing to dodge a close kick aiming to his skull.

     Both geniuses were currently in a mess. Light's normally neat hair was terribly dishevelled, his white shirt was stained in dots of places as his sleeves were torn. Meanwhile, his beautiful face and the exposed tanned skin were ruined with angry yellow, red and purple bruises. On the other hand, L's hair seemed to suffer no alternations (mostly because his hair was too unkempt to be more messed up, though). His shirt, however, didn't share the same fate as blood dripping from the cuts on his cheeks, nose and lips, plus the bruises and cuts all over his body had somehow turned him from the almighty three greatest detectives in the world into some delinquent with poor sense of fashion that usually wandered around the streets of Tokyo.

- Unless Light-kun decided to concede his defeat, which I doubt it, then no. - L had stopped moving, two hollow black orbs sticked to Light's figure like glue. From afar, he looked like a ghostly pale statue carved from marble, sparkles glistening in the dimmed light in the corner of the room; or a panther ready to pounce.

- You' re really a stubborn ass, aren't you?

     Light groaned, hand massaged his temper as an act of exaggeration. He also had stopped his movement, his piercing golden eyes never left the detective face as his lips twitched into a half irritated, half amused smile.

- So I have heard.

With a speed of lightning, L strike.

     Having anticipated it, though, Light quickly dodged to the left, scarcely avoided a blow to his face. Before L had the opportunity to redirect his blow, the younger had swiftly spun around, kicked the detective in the back fair and square, causing him to tumbled forward without noticing where the detective would fall to.

     Like a slow record, similar to a scene in some epic Hollywood movie, the black and white figure of the raven fell to the floor, his skull were heading to the wooden table in front of them.

     In hindsight, Light realized his mistake, golden eyes widened in a horrible terror. He quickly grabbed the chain linking their wrists, pulled hard, then spun the detective to the right, just in time before his forehead made a contact with the table.

     Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

     Light looked down, watching in bewilderment as his legs collided with a chair ( the one the other had fallen over, his mind dutifully supplied), before his body stumbled downward, his head slammed to the floor.

     Gradually, a maddening ache formed at the back of Light's head.

- Stupid chair. - Light weakly offered the offending object his critism.

     The last sound he heard were his uneven breath and a loud, frantic shout sounding supiciously like his name before he lost his conciousness.

- Light!