A/N: Hello, my name is King, I ACCIDENTALLY THE WHOLE STORY. This is a repost of like the 3 chapters it had because lots of people were like where the hell is it and I'm not gonna lie, I was really discouraged by the loss of reviews. ; - ; I'm over it now, and the story will continue. Also, I don't own Death Note.

By the way, I'd keep an eye on the Devil's Trill for the next couple of days if I were you. /hint

Rue Transonian

CH1: Symphony in White

L told Light the brunette protégé was his first friend ever.

And this was true – truth being a very uncharacteristic thing for L to say, but nevertheless, he said it with more honesty to it than he could credit himself with during a regular investigation of theft that he usually conducted by hiring thieves to aid him.

Light was L's first friend, ever, and as L took a particular care to define 'friend' over the years during which he had none, L calculated that to acquire a friend, he must find one that would be both extremely amusing and extremely dull, all while managing to keep L's interest, and at the same time being a useful furnishing to the interior.

Light kept L's interest because he was Kira, and Kira's IQ was as ridiculous as L's calorie count on a particularly criminal day. Which wasn't all it took - L had come across individuals of a similar calibre before, and L's trouble befriending them didn't particularly lie in them being twelve per ce, it was rather that after periods of extreme amusement, they all entered periods of extreme dullness of "I-want-to-get-to-know-you-so-I-can-suppress-that- little-white—" and "glasses-are-too-mainstream-so-I'll-wear-these-gog gles-instead" and finally "I-want-another-robot."

And, L supposed, Light was all that anyway – as Kira, he wanted to defeat L, as a young man, he considered jeans to be the abomination of abominations, and as someone with a mild case of psychopathy, he wanted attention by the bucket. Bucket of evidence aiding the Kira case. Bucket of blood from Kira's executions. It was all the same to him.

So when Light would go off on his daily rants about the goodness of good people and evilness of evil people, L wanted nothing more than to present the brunette with one of his own rants about the deliciousness of donuts. Yes. That was all L cared for good and evil.

The tragedy of young Light Yagami was his inexperience. He truly believed in the difference between good and evil, and L believed that Shakespeare, in addition to being taken too seriously by too many, had one piece of advice to offer: there was never anything good or evil, and only thinking made it so.

Invisible Gods existed to strike moral fear with the sense of morality that exists in people's hearts.

Human Gods existed to be Hitlers and strike physical fear with a sense of fear of death that exists in people's minds.

Kira saw no difference, and having the power he acquired at no cost to himself, it was only a matter of time before he would justify the deaths of the innocent as those who were between himself and his perfect world.

The FBI agents that have done nothing but investigate murders – murders – done by Kira. And as Kira, Light murdered them too.

They were not criminals.

Kira was no-longer an invisible God that put fear into good people to stay morally good.

Kira was now a human God; he put fear into good people to either accept him or die by murdering good people.

And just as the mixture of people Kira had murdered could not be defined as only good or only evil, the FBI agents with wives, husbands and babies on the way, FBI agents with hundreds upon hundreds successful investigations to their names – Kira's good-and-evil way of thinking determined these FBI agents to be evil for no reason other than Kira's own gain.

This was why L cared for no nonsense about good or evil. Evil criminals proved to be good experts when it came to criminal cases.

Political terrorists proved to have no motives any different than Kira's motives.

There was no such thing as good and evil.

Rather than that nonsense, L stood for the most basic, stripped-down principals of morality. At their core was the moral wrongness of murdering.

And so Light was L's first friend because it served to L's greatest interest, no matter what the misguided brunette did, to stop the brunette from murdering.

What the authorities would do with him after L had stopped Kira wasn't a great concern for L, because authorities, just like Kira himself, thought too much and saw good and evil in criminals, lawyers, and grass that sometimes gave them paper-cuts. That evil, evil grass.

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"When I have first tempted Kira-" L began his first confession to his first friend, and already this early into his confession, he felt his sentence being broken down into 'good' and 'evil' and when rather annoyed by being interrupted by Light's unspoken thoughts L turned to glare, he realised his sentence was labelled 'evil.'

He rolled his eyes.

"...do go on?" said his brunette companion.

"No, I rather think I should hear Light-kun's thoughts on my sentence."

"What?"

"My sentence, Light-kun. I trust you have found something wrong with it?"

"...no? Go on about Kira-"

"Light-kun will tell me of his thoughts about my sentence."

"Would you leave the stupid sentence alone; just go on about Kira!"

L found Light's aversion of topic rather suspicious, and explained this to him with a rather high percentage of likelihood of Light being Kira because of his inability to express his opinion on L's sentence.

" Would you just-"

L informed him that once again, the percentage went up.

"Fine. 'Tempted.' You used the word 'tempted.' I don't see how Kira can be tempted into anything. You could have lured him out with some criminals, but you couldn't have temptedhim because you have nothing to offer him."

"Ah," L scratched the bridge of his nose, which was more of a habit than an action done to relieve an itch because L found it made him look four percent more credible. He yanked the chain and both he and Light were up from their chairs and out of the offices, leaving one rather unhappy Soichiro Yagami to ponder his beautiful son's rather frequent disappearances with another man into more private areas of a hotel just as their conversation had turned rather pornographic.

Light followed L without question just as L believed in Light's innocence without question.

In other words: "where are you dragging me?" and "I was finishing a chart, the one you made me do, remember?" and "no, I don't want to talk to you, I just want to do my chart, can't you leave me alone for once?" and "are we there yet?" and "are we there yet?" and finally, "that's nice, can we go back now?"

They stood in the room that was used as a storage room for surveillance tapes, and L made a show out of surveying them. Out of the corner of his eye, just like many times before this, L caught the slightest movement of Light stiffening his lips and narrowing his eyelids just a hair, both actions of profound and cautious anxiety Light expressed over just what may be on those tapes – profound and cautious anxiety that proved nothing, and L wouldn't have it any other way anyway.

"These tapes," L began dramatically, "have not yet been viewed; any one of them may contain proof that Light-kun is a murderer." For a moment, L paused to savour Light's very composed expression. "This tape, however proves-" he took a deliberate pause, and watched a horrified expression on Light's soft face get blinked away, "-nothing of sort."

If Light ever shot L murderous looks, the subtle glance of very subdued reproach was all L would get.

Light had too much restraint in him, and L tried unsuccessfully to loosen that restraint, but Light was just too tight to let L have any effect on him.

And as that train of thought sounded just as pornographic as his previous one, L decided to go on about his confession.

"When I have first tempted Kira, and I will return to my use of this particular word later, it was within our first confrontation. It is also on this tape."

Light guessed that the tape L triumphantly held in his non-shackled hand was the tape in which Kira murdered Lind L. Tailor thinking the man taunting him on TV was indeed L.

And while this was in fact what L was referring to, Light didn't guess correctly – the tape L was holding was a random tape he picked up out of a pile just to terrify his brunette friend. Of course, L confessed no such thing and offered to show a copy of 'the tape' he had on his MacBook.

"I have used the word 'tempted' because I honestly," L said honestly, "did not think Kira would murder Lind L. Tailor or whoever else would have appeared on that show."

"What?" the other murderer-by-proxy in the room said in outrage, "if you're trying to justify what you did to Lind L. Tailor, don't bother – it was wrong, and you know it!"

"Yes, I know it," agreed L, "however that information is irrelevant. What Light-kun should have taken from it was rather my assumption that Kira would not murder Lind L. Tailor."

"Why not? I mean, Kira is-"

"Whatever Kira is now is irrelevant. It is what Kira was then, and then Kira murdered no one but criminals. Criminals only, Light-kun. Do you see now?"

L saw that Light saw, and L heard a note of clarity ring though Light's head, as if the young murderer understood something he was previously very ignorant of. And then, just like that, Light dismissed the bell of clarity, and L was just appalled, even though he did not show it.

"Kira killed Lind L. Tailor thinking he was L. Kira 'killed' L. L was not a criminal. I mean, you aren't a criminal, Ryuzaki - but, as far as Kira knew at the moment, he killed an innocent person," Light said, rather stoically.

"Yes," L agreed. "This was the first time he had done this. Thereby, Light-kun is incorrect - I did have something to offer to Kira, and I tempted him with it. And he was seduced by it. Kira was seduced by justifications of his actions beyond murdering criminals out into the murdering good people who simply stood in his way, and I seduced him with this."

"Honestly, I think you're giving yourself too much credit here, Ryuzaki. Something eventually would have tempted him, and-"

"The seduction was not the murder of a non-criminal, Light-kun. The seduction, unfortunately, was that I did not die, instead, a criminal died, and I have put him up to it, and I, the ideal of Justice, have as good as murdered Lind L. Tailor myself. I didn't seduce Kira with a non-criminal murder, I seduced him – I seduced you, Light-kun – with the justification of a murder of an innocent bystander."

In light of this argument and this sudden ping of realization, all Light said was all he could really say to justify himself.

"I am not Kira."

-0-

"You know," Light hissed at L from as far away as the chain allowed, and his hiss only stirred the darkness of the room; L was not asleep even though he politely pretended to be, and Light was not asleep because L could hear him fidgeting about. "It's rather suggestive that you chose two beds, as impractical as it is."

"Hmm?" L hummed passively, "I was rather trying to achieve the opposite as I chose two beds instead of one."

"That's what's so suggestive about it. You wouldn't have bothered with two beds if you didn't intend to make it look non-suggestive, which means that you were afraid of making it too suggestive if it was just one normal bed and not these two extremely small extremely uncomfortable beds so far apart that I can't move."

"Then I suggest Light-kun stops moving and goes to sleep," L frowned.

"Hey, don't get annoyed, I didn't mean anything by it other than hinting that you could maybe get better beds, or get over yourself and get one large bed so we could both sleep. Just an idea I had." Light fidgeted some more and turned on his side, making the metal links rattle louder than they both had been whispering.

"I sleep just fine, Light-kun's idea is invalid."

"You don't sleep."

"Yes, Light-kun. I sleep."

"You pull out your laptop and start playing flash games as soon as you think I'm asleep."

"There are no laptops allowed in this room, Light-kun."

"So if I were to look under your pillow, I wouldn't find one?"

"There is no looking under my pillow allowed in this room, Light-kun."

Light laughed, and L allowed himself a small grin as well because the room was dark and there was no one there to see it.

And then there was soft ringing of the chain links, rustling of the sheets and the friction of bare feet across two feet of carpet before L felt the side of his bed dip. So L pushed the intruder off, but the sneaky brunette thief clawed at L's clothing until he managed to somehow steal L's laptop from under his pillow and retreat back to his own bed.

"Give it back," L demanded, but the brunette was already typing away at the log-in screen. "Light-kun knows my password! The probability of Light-kun being Kira had just went up by-"

"Your password is '12345' and the probability of you being L just went down by ninety-five percent."

This wasn't L's work laptop because god-forbid he would let that be anywhere near Kira's grabby hands. But L still did not appreciate the insult and frowned.

"This is it, I am calling Watari."

"And I," Light ignored him triumphantly, "am shopping for beds. What's your sleep number?"

"Light-kun is being ridiculous."

"Oh look, this one's orthopaedic."

"Light-kun!"

"They have King-size in stock, nice. Priority shipping available-"

Annoyed, L yanked the chain hard enough to quite possibly leave some serious bruising on the brunette's wrist, and the white MacBook took up flight and gracelessly crashed to the floor, screen first. The hinges bucked, cracked, and all lights went off.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Now look what you did," L heard Light whisper awkwardly with a ping of guilt in it – he was just playing around, and the joke, apparently, had gone too far. And L did not feel bad for overreacting, he really didn't.

"Go to sleep, Light-kun," L grumbled.

"Fine," the brunette huffed and turned away. "You know what, no. Not fine. What is your problem, exactly?"

"Go. To. Sleep."

"Fine!" Light rustled his sheets again, and L thought he would attack him, except when a heavy body plopped next to him with a blanket and a pillow in tow, L was just about ready to attack first.

"You do not give up, do you."

"I don't give up and I don't lose. Move over and make space."

"Light-kun is waiting for me to punch him so he can have a fight."

"Yes."

"Then I will push Light-kun out, Light-kun will hit his head on the bed stand, Light-kun will die, and I will claim self-defence. Get out."

Light sighed and proceeded to plan eight or nine of his Light-Yagami-Will-Get-What-He-Wants-One-Way-or-Fif ty-Other-Ways.

Plan eight or nine was apparently some long-overdue reasoning.

"Look, all I want is sleep. I can't sleep in that bed because the stupid chain won't let me turn or move an inch and I can either sleep on my arm or dislocate it and sleep on my side. Two beds are an impractical, terrible idea. I don't find it suggestive to sleep in the same bed, I don't find it weird, I don't find it anything other than practical and comfortable and not in the least bit awkwa-"

"Light-kun, I am exclusively attracted to men."

L could hear the quiet smack of the brunette's big mouth finally getting shut, and he wondered if this was a good idea to share such a personal bit of information with his murder suspect, but seeing as Light had the ability to be annoying forever, L saw no other choice at the moment.

And if he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he rather enjoyed shutting up the brunette for once, and just as he was savouring the moment, Light chose to start talking again.

"Oh," Light said uncertainly, and suddenly became very attentive to the distance between himself and L and very gingerly began to move his leg from where it came in contact with L's. "I... I couldn't tell."

"Yes, I enjoy keeping it that way. Now that Light-kun is aware of our predicament, if he would politely-"

"I don't mind."

L was too annoyed to sigh.

"Well, Light-kun, it may come as a shock to you, but I do mind-"

"Okay, fine. I'll rephrase myself. I think you're lying."

L was always lying, and so Light's thought wasn't very original.

And so, more to prove a point rather than because he was attracted to the brunette, and more because he didn't want to back down than he wanted to prove his questionable honesty, L yanked the brunette up by the shirt.

He had no plans to allow Light the time to realize what was happening and break free; he gripped the brunette's shoulder firmly - hard enough to distract him with a jolt of pain, pinched the chin with his thumb and pulled the startled mouth open just wide enough to press his lips against it.

Quick, short, without a chance to escape it.

L pulled away before Light pushed him away, and the whole thing couldn't have gone better.

There was a minute of silence.

Then there was the back of the hand that wiped the stolen lips.

And then there was trouble.

"You like me?"

"Not particularly."

"Good, 'cause I don't really like you either."

"We are in mutual agreement."

"Then there is really no problem if I sleep in the same bed as you."

If L had a free hand that he wasn't using to restrain a Light Yagami, he would have used it to smack it against his own forehead in utter despair.

But since his hand was still gripping a lean shoulder and a thumb was still holding a chin, L found himself in the perfect position to lean in for Seconds. He then found one Light Yagami in the perfect position to lean back into L's bed.

Their breaths did not become laboured for a while as L wasn't exactly sure what came over him to do this, and Light was just eighteen.

"What exactly are we doing?" L asked himself between the soft kisses he was trailing down Light's neck, and he didn't want to say 'what am I doing' because he didn't feel like accepting the full responsibility for his actions.

"I don't know," was what Light said quietly and angled his neck for L to access it easier. "I don't even know if I like this."

"There is nothing to like," L bit the soft skin, "I am not even touching you, Light-kun. This is just-"

"Just?"

"Just evidence."

"Ah, I see. Okay. Do you want to, though?"

"Do I want to what, Light-kun?"

"Do you want to touch me?"

L fisted a handful of brown hair and levelled his stare with the brunette's; Light looked up and L hovered over, so close that their noses touched and warm breaths tickled their eyelashes.

"Not particularly," L answered.

"I think I'd like you to."

"Light-kun is eighteen."

And there and then, in the eyes of an eighteen-year old Light Yagami, L saw a murderer. Light – no, not Light, Kira – Kira looked up at L in admiration and curiosity. Whatever L ever did or ever experienced, Kira wanted it too. Kira wanted to see L justify himself. Kira wanted more of that seduction L had offered.

And L saw no harm in it because this was not an opportunity Light could use to his advantage, because if L offered no such opportunity, Light would not have let himself be taken so easily, nor would he have initiated it, as it would have given him no advantages.

So L grabbed another fistful of hair, crushed his mouth into already swollen and tender lips of Light Yagami and bit and restrained and left scratches in places that would be hidden by clothing so no one would know.

Light wasn't particularly fond of being handled so roughly, but L kissed his mouth and muffled any protests with his hand before he could hear them; before long, he allowed his mouth to descend on Light's almost limp cock and without much effort got the brunette hard and weeping.

He squeezed the base and used his thumb to massage the sensitive sack while scraping his teeth along the shaft and lapping up precum.

"Still want me to touch you?"

Light, having stopped resisting as soon as L started to work on the regions that were actually pleasant, squinted his eyes and bit his lip, possibly in thought, probably to swallow a quiet moan.

L made a point by squeezing the base a lot harder than necessary and the brunette did make a noise this time.

"It will hurt," L continued and having captured Light's unfocused gaze with his own gave the tip of the erect cock a cute kiss.

A gasp and a jolt.

Of course he liked seeing that.

"It will hurt a lot, it has already hurt because I am not a particularly gentle partner, nor do I particularly like you to put your comfort above mine. So," and L teased, and he couldn't help but tease, and teasing only aroused Light more, "does Light-kun want me to proceed?"

A hard, nervous swallow.

A nod.

L wanted him to say 'no.' As the day was full of odd remarks of honesty, L felt that one last confession to himself was due: L wanted him to say 'no' because L did not want to touch or fuck Kira, not particularly, not at all.

But he did anyway, and as soon as he heard the young man under him hiss, he vowed to make him hiss rather than smother him in unjustified pleasure. L began to stroke Light's member after having abandoned it with his mouth, and Light hissed again as L pushed his dry middle finger into the tight pucker of muscle.

Light bucked and actually kicked, but was apparently too proud to say anything but hiss and make illegible "hnn" noises. As soon as L managed to straddle him and steady him enough, Light only kicked and bucked more. The pucker of muscles was hot and so very tight because for some reason Light was determined not to let L in, and L actually had to lean in close to the brunette's gasping face and whisper to him that he should really let go and relax, or else he would really regret it in the morning.

But he wouldn't, and once L dug his way inside properly, the tightness around his fingers only convulsed, clamped down and bled. L resorted to attacking the bitter coffee-flavoured mouth and jerking the hard member as he very gingerly played inside of the boy with his fingers than doing any actual stretching, just to get him used to it. He scissored his fingers and tried to move them in and out, but the convulsing muscles clang to his fingers and L decided he had given it satisfactory effort.

"Roll over," L hissed, and the brunette reached out to him, tangled his long fingers in L's hair, and kissed L in some odd desperation. So L flipped him over himself, and just as the brunette struggled to get on his knees, L squeezed the perfectly-shaped cheeks and used his thumbs to pry the tight hole open.

This time, Light did nothing short of scream, and he tried to muffle the second scream that came when L penetrated his raw and just barely prepared opening with his dry and hard cock.

"A-ahh g-gua-hnn" were the words Light managed to say, and by the convulsing passage of dry, tight heat around him, L could tell how much it had hurt. Finally his knees gave, and he almost collapsed, except for some reason L caught him. He wasn't sure why as it made no difference for L what position the brunette was in, but to ease the strain, L pulled the young man up to his lap. The quivers of the naked back transferred into L's chest where he held him, and still, Light refused to say anything, and L had yet to move.

"Relax," L hissed into Light's ear, and a bead of sweat dropped from his nose to the shoulder under him. "Yes, good, n-now move your hips, like thisss..."

The more the brunette did as he was told, the more stiffened gasps and moans filled the room, and when L finally started thrusting into the raw passage, Light was ready to come, and then he moaned louder than any sound L had ever heard from him, and he kept moaning as L rammed his prostate and jerked his member, but the loudest scream yet came when L himself couldn't take the dry heat any longer and released deep into the brunette.

L heard himself shout something too, and allowed himself to ride out his own orgasm however he wanted to; he vaguely remembered reaching out to the brunette's mouth to make sure he had not bit his tongue. He only found saliva there.

When the soft dizziness allowed L to escape its embrace, he found himself still inside Light, except the brunette was no-longer conscious. L went to wipe the off his own sweat, and only stopped himself when he felt the white mess of Light's release on his face.

He watched it trickle down his hand.

Sin was white in color.

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A/N: This quite possibly may end up my third baby after DT and AG. It depends on the response I get, and really, on how far I want to take cannon. Based loosely on cannon and too much cannon to be an AU, I shall call it... my manifesto.

Initial thoughts are very much appreciated since its summer and nobody reviews during summer for some reason. ;-;

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