The Strongest Structure

Pairing: L x Raito (x Mikami)

Rating: T

Summary: Raito and Mikami are starting their last semester of high school. A new teacher appears and turns Raito's world upside down. Raito is stuck between a greedy teacher and an obsessive best friend. Yaoi, AU.

AN: Hope you like this love triangle. I'm sorry if the characters are slightly OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Tsugumi Ohba does.

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The sound of chimes lightly brushing against each other filled the room. The wind blew in through the opened Shoji door, and the wind chimes were peaceful to the seventeen-year-olds ears. Japanese summers were hot, and he needed air. Raito was lying on his back on the tatami mats of his living room. His father and mother were out, and his sister was out with her friend. He let out a sigh and let the cool breeze that blew in calm him. Moments like this never lasted forever. He needed to soak as much as it up before something happened.

Bang. "RAITO"

Like Mikami Teru for example. He was a student at Raitos' school. He supposed he was his friend, since he did many things with him. They had many things in common, and Mikami was quite smart. Raito, being the top student in Japan, didn't like having to explain things to people. He figured if they couldn't understand, then he shouldn't bother wasting time with them. Raito didn't consider himself selfish. He just considered others boring.

He stayed the way he was as the self-invited Mikami walked into his house. The black-haired man always talked about how he admired Raito. It was flattering, but after hearing it so much, it got annoying. Mikami sat down beside the once-relaxed teen and stared down at him. Raito let out a long sigh before finally sitting up. He started the second half of his last year of high school soon. There were only a few days of summer left. Raito had studied most of the time, and helped his parents out with things so they could have the time to relax. He was very thoughtful towards his parents. Though, it bothered him somewhat by the fact that his parents always boasted about his talents and achievements like he was a best-selling product they had bought or won.

"What are you doing?" Mikami asked as he pushed his square, thick-framed glasses up so that they wouldn't fall off. Raito looked at him and then turned to stare out the open door and at his garden. Too bad the garden would soon rot from the cold and the beautiful leaves that covered the trees would fall. He raised a hand to brush a few locks of auburn hair out of his face and then replied.

"I'm relaxing." He said as if it was obvious. Well, it would be to anyone who didn't know Raito. People around him knew that he wasn't one to relax. He was usually busy doing things for people or studying. He got to his feet and brushed the imaginary dust from his pants. "Mikami, school is starting in a few days. I should go out and get some new su—"

"I'll go with you!" Mikami interrupted him as he draped an arm around Raitos' shoulders. Raito smiled nervously and shook him off.

"It's okay really—"

"No, I want to! We can get supplies together." He stated as a small smirk. Raito could only manage to smile and nod as he got his things. Once he quickly primped himself and took a good look in the mirror, he decided he was ready to go. He met Mikami in the front foyer before heading out the door with him.

The two walked down the streets. Raito was wearing a green t-shirt and khaki beach shorts. He wore a brown surfer-styled necklace and a bamboo bracelet. Very American-surfer-style, if you asked him. But he didn't care; it was summer. Mikami pointed out things as they walked. Raito simply nodded. The sunrays poured down onto the top of his head and shoulders. Heat was like weight. The hotter it got, the heavier you seemed to be, and the harder it seemed to walk.

The reached a small mall that was sitting just outside of their neighborhood, and walked in. The instant refreshing feeling of an air-conditioner hit him. He sighed in relief and suddenly felt in a brighter mood. The walked into a store that looked promising, and a few purchases later, they walked out. Raito was carrying more bags than Mikami, for he had bought more things, and a few books. Mikami sometimes wondered how he could afford all these things when he didn't have a paying job at the moment.

The auburn-haired teen lead them to a bench and they both set their stuff down on the side of the once empty bench before sitting down. He sighed before looking around and seeing a small ice cream shop. He instantly lit up and glanced over at his black-haired friend.

"Hey Mikami?" Raito started with a small smile. The other surely couldn't resist that smile. Mikami was somewhat obsessed with the other.

"What flavour?" He asked, already knowing what the other wanted. Raito wasn't one for treats, but he knew that the brunette loved ice cream. He pulled out his wallet and walked over to the ice cream shop, leaving their bags on the bench. Who would want to steal school supplies?

"Strawberry." He said as he walked beside Mikami and to the counter. The young woman behind the counter asked for their order, and Mikami replied emotionlessly. Raito noticed the other girl blushing and nervously playing with the bottom of her shirt. She looked like she was a college student or somewhere around their. That probably explained the job; to pay for her tuition.

"I'll have a vanilla scoop, and he'll have a strawberry scoop." He said. As he said it he couldn't help but smirk at how that sounded. It sounded like he was getting ice cream for a child. Oh well, Raito took very good care for his body and never ate any sweets. He deserved ice cream without being teased. Plus he knew that Raito had quite a temper. If he teased him, he might be in for more than he bargained for.

The lady nodded and quickly got their things for them. Mikami paid and they both walked back to their bench. Raito smiled contently as he ate his creamy treat. The mall wasn't that big, and there weren't many people there.

The two talked, well, mostly Mikami, about their last semester. The two were both interested in Law enforcement and had a strong sense of justice. Mikami was going to study to become a prosecutor, and Raito was interested in Investigations. He had already helped his father with many cases before. He was interested in becoming a detective; like L. He looked up to the mysterious, anonymous letter. He wished he could set out on a little investigation on his own, to search for L. But you don't call his the best detective in the world for nothing.

Raito was busy eating his ice cream when he heard something. He turned and saw a rather old man struggling to carry many boxes. Well, he wasn't struggling anymore; a few of the boxes had fallen. Though the gentle looking old man stayed calm. Raito quickly rushed over and set his cup of ice-cream down before helping the old man with his boxes. A few had fallen open. Cakes…?

As he took a better look, he noticed the man was already carrying a small cart, filled with similar boxes. How many cakes was this old man getting? Surely he wasn't going to eat them himself. Too many sweets for an old man are a bad thing, unless he wanted to die sooner. Raito picked up the fallen boxes. He was sure that the treats inside had probably broken and splattered, but he handed them to him anyways.

"Thank you very much," The old man said politely, his voice light and airy but cracked with old age. Raito nodded. "Would you like to help me get these to… your vehicle…?" He hesitated to say the last words, not knowing if the old man had one or not.

For afar, Mikami watched Raito help the old man. Typical. The brunette was always like this. He would've helped, but it seemed like Raito had gotten everything in control.

The old man nodded to Raitos' offer. "Yes, that would be very helpful, thank you." He said as he handed the boxes to the teenagers' outstretched hands. He glanced over to Mikami who simply nodded in understanding and smiled. Raito then turned to follow the old man out. The boxes were stacked on top of each other, so he had to stretch his neck out to see around them. They walked out the front door, and a stylish (and what looked expensive) black car was waiting for him. The back door was opened and he could hear someone step out.

"Watari what took you so long…?" He heard the voice trail off. He peered around the boxes to see another face. The man had messy, raven-coloured hair and large dark eyes. He was pale and wore baggy jeans and a white wool shirt. He tilted his head, as he seemed to question the old man. Was this man his son or grandson or something?

Watari motioned the ignored man out of the way, who moved to the sighed with a somewhat annoyed expression. As Raito looked at him, he seemed to notice and glared back at him. Something was unsettling about his dark eyes.

"Please put them in there. Thank you for your help." The man bowed slightly as Raito nodded. He put the cakes down on the seat and then pushed them to the other side. The man probably wanted to keep his seat. He stepped back and Watari put in the rest of the cakes. Raito nodded to the old man before hurrying off. He could of sworn he felt the dark eyes on him as he left.

Mikami was waiting for him at the bench. He smiled charmingly at him. "You're too nice." Mikami stated before getting up. Raito picked up the bags. They rustled together as he did so, and when he began to walk they hit the side of his legs lightly. Raito snorted at his line.

"Sure." He said as he pushed the topic away. They walked back to his home in silence. Once inside, Raito walked upstairs and into his room. He placed the bags down and let out a sigh. He was finally back inside. It was boiling outside. He wished he could travel north for the summer. He had only left Japan once, for a school trip to Okinawa. But that was south. Maybe he would go to Hokkaido. There, he could relax at a good hot spring reso—

"Raitoo" Mikami came up from behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist as Raito was deep in thought. The brunette snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to the side. He pulled his hands off to try and pry the others hands off. Dammit he was strong. Well, Mikami did work out on a daily basis.

"Get off Mikami." He said in an annoyed tone. He went though this too many times. He knew Mikami was obsessed with the gorgeous teen; he didn't need him feeling him up. He wondered why he put up with him.

Mikami groaned but eventually let his captive go and sat down on his bed. Raito sat down beside him. "Second semester starts on Monday." Mikami stated with a smile. With that, Raito let out an agitated moan and fell onto his back. The springs yelled in protest underneath him but eventually the bed stilled.

"What? You're smart and good at everything. I thought you'd be excited." He said as he poked lightly at his stomach. Raito glared at him, but let Mikami do what he wanted.

"School is boring. They repeat everything I already know." He said before turning onto his side with his back facing Mikami. The black-haired student raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's true." He said with an affirmative nod. Raito stared out his bedroom window as he drifted off into his thoughts again. He had a feeling something big was going to happen.

He couldn't wait.

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AN: Hope you liked it! Please R&R!