Meep, somehow this ended up turning into fluff. xD That was not my intention.

Anyway, enjoy!

It was 1:49 in the morning, and it had been approximately sixteen hours since L had bound himself and Raito together with handcuffs.

L was still typing away at his computer, raising his two index fingers high above the keyboard as he did so. He was showing no signs of stopping for the night.

Raito was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. Obviously, as any normal person, he wanted to sleep—his regular bedtime had passed almost 3 hours ago—but he also didn't want to seem less capable of staying awake and working than the detective.

He masked his uneasiness and continued working in silence. The jingle of the chain startled him every once in a while, as if he had forgotten they were there. It wasn't that, really; Raito was all too aware of the constant unfamiliar feel of the metal colliding with his wrist; a constant accusation. He knew he would no doubt end up with at least some sort of irritated rash on the part of his arm on which the cuff rested atop.

It was more that he was so focused on what the chain implied that the actual material object was forgotten at times.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Tap, tap, tap.

Twenty.

Tap, tap, tap.

Twenty-five.

Tap, tap, tap.

Raito was becoming ever so slightly irritated. Why did L type like that? Why?

Raito wondered if he should say something about it. Not that he honestly cared, of course, but a conversation could perhaps ascend into L deciding it best to sleep.

I seriously doubt that.

Oh well, it was worth a shot, right?

"Ryuzaki, why do you type like that? Isn't it slower than the normal method?"

L didn't show any sign that he had heard him, though Raito knew he had. It would be impossible not to have heard him. The volume at which he spoke had broken the silence's maximum noise limit.

Tap, tap, tap.

"I type like this for the reason that it allows for less typing errors than the orthodox typing method," L replied after a while. "Why does Raito-kun wish to know? Does he have a problem with it? If that is the case, I apologize." He chewed his lip.

I bet he does it just to see how people will react to it, to feed his own amusement.

Well, that plan failed.

Several minutes passed, and finally Raito decided to throw away his pride in exchange for some sleep. He was exhausted.

"Ryuzaki, would it be alright if we continued this in the morning? I'm really tired."

L looked at him thoughtfully, as if considering this. "Alright," he agreed after a few moments.

Wait, what? So easily? Surely there's a catch.

"O-okay." He stood up, waiting for L to do the same. The older man made no such action.

I seriously hope that there isn't a catch.

"Please wait for a second; I first just need to put my laptop in its case," L muttered, taking a laptop case out of the drawer. He shut the screen and slid the laptop into it. Raito wondered how he managed to pick up the laptop with just two fingers and still maneuver it so expertly.

There...really is no catch?

"Alright, let's go." L stood up. However, instead of leaving the laptop case at the desk, he tucked it under his arm and began walking in the direction of the rooms.

Ah, there it was.

Once inside the room, Raito lay down on the bed while L crouched on it. They were only a few feet apart.

L removed the laptop from its case and turned it on. He set it on the bed in front of him. Looking at it, he cocked his head with his thumb in his mouth. Raito heard him mumble something that sounded like, "Too low."

Ignore him. Just ignore him. Just go to sleep. Pretend he's not there. Just go to sleep…

Without warning, Raito felt a large, rectangular-shaped object on his back.

Alarmed, he rolled a bit onto his side and moved his head so that he was looking behind him. "What the hell…?"

L had placed his laptop on Raito's back. L looked at him with large, innocent eyes. "I apologize—am I bothering Raito-kun? I merely wished to use his back to elevate my laptop. He shouldn't notice it once he is asleep. Shall I wait for him to lose consciousness before repeating the action?"

Now I'm being used as a desk?

Suddenly, Raito began to feel very frightened at the thought of what else L might do to him while he slept. Terrifying images of waking up with no hair, cake frosting smeared all over his hands, and no clothes filled his mind. He shivered.

Trying to keep his temper in check and the fear out of his voice, Raito answered, "No, Ryuzaki, I'd rather you not do anything to me while I'm asleep. I'm sure you understand."

I'm not sure you do.

"Oh, of course. I will respect Raito-kun's wishes," L assured, biting his thumb nail. He lifted his laptop off Raito's back, and back on the bed it went.

Tap, tap, tap.

Raito suppressed a groan. Did Ryuzaki always have to be so annoying? He should seriously look into getting one of those computers with keys that make almost no noise regardless of how hard they are pressed.

About ten minutes later, Raito was still awake, due to L's incessant clacking of the keyboard.

Suddenly, the typing ceased, and L did what was most likely the most unnerving thing that Raito had ever witnessed.

L whispered quietly into the silence, "Is Raito-kun asleep yet?"

"No, Ryuzaki," Raito said, face in his pillow.

"Oh, just checking."

Oh. My. God. What does he plan on doing to me once I am asleep? !

Tap, tap, tap.

Ten minutes passed, and L whispered the same question once more.

"Yes, Ryuzaki," came the teen's irritated reply.

"Oh, alright."

Another ten minutes later, the same thing happened again. As a test, Raito didn't reply to the question. A few seconds later, Raito felt L put the laptop back on top of his back. He then continued pounding away at the keys.

Raito swiftly sat up, causing the laptop to fall back onto the bed and snap shut. "What the hell, Ryuzaki!"

L stared at him, thumb in his mouth. "I apologize. I assumed you were asleep." L reached for his laptop once again.

"No!" Raito surprised himself with the forcefulness of his own voice.

L looked up at him blankly, hand suspended in mid-reach.

"Enough with the laptop! Just go to sleep!"

L put both hands on his knees. "I cannot sleep, Raito-kun."

Raito was incredibly irritated. He clenched and unclenched his fists. "I don't care what you do, as long as it doesn't involve moving, or making noise!" He stuffed the pillow over his ears.

He slept dreamlessly for all of twenty minutes, before L shook him awake.

"Raito-kun…" L whispered loudly a few times, leaning over him.

Raito sleepily looked up, glaring daggers at the detective.

What can you possibly WANT, you impossible human being? !

L sat up a bit straighter, so he was no longer so close to the teen's face. "I require sweets."

"…"

"Raito-kun must come with me to the kitchen, for he and I are handcuffed together," L informed.

Raito continued to just stare at him blankly. L, taking it to mean that the younger man didn't understand, explained further by pointing at the handcuff around his wrist. "Here, you see. We're connected at the wrist."

"…It is almost four in the morning."

"Indeed," L said, nodding.

"And you woke me up because you want a piece of cake."

L nodded.

Raito considered telling the detective to go to hell, but didn't want to raise his Kira percentage. "…If I go with you to the kitchen, will you promise to leave me alone for the rest of the night?"

L nodded.

"Fine." Raito stood up, and L hopped off the bed. The two made their way down the dark hallway to the elevator. L pressed the down arrow.

Inside the elevator, Raito asked, "Don't you have Watari to do stuff like this for you?"

L shook his head. "No, Watari is currently asleep."

What, and I wasn't?

The elevator doors opened and the two men exited. Raito moved his hand across the kitchen wall, searching with his fingers for the light switch. As he walked, he felt his legs bump into something warm.

"WHOA!" he exclaimed, jumping back in surprise.

There was a loud bang, and something sprayed all over the two men's feet. L located the light switch and flicked it on.

Standing in the kitchen was none other than Touta Matsuda, with a very guilty expression on his face. There was a blown up can of whipped cream on the floor, with its contents sprayed all around the kitchen.

Matsuda laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Late midnight snack, eh?"

Back in the room, Raito lay in the bed while L ate his cake. L had left Matsuda to clean up the whipped cream—punishment for wasting such a valuable substance.

Even once L had finished his cake, Raito had not managed to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the pressure on the bed shifted, and Raito realized that L was lying down. He was almost positive he was doing it out of boredom.

Turning on his side, facing his back toward the older man, Raito sighed lightly and wondered if he was going to get any sleep at all that night.

Some time later, Raito felt something warm leaning against him.

What…?

He turned his head. He blinked when he saw L's face only a few inches from his own. Upon closer examination, the Kira suspect realized that L was, in fact, asleep.

The detective nuzzled his head into the crook of Raito's neck, breath warm against the teen's skin. His curled-up legs were pressed against Raito's back. L snored softly.

"Ryuzaki?" he whispered.

No response.

Great. Now even the insomniac on a sugar rush is getting more sleep than I am tonight.

However, Raito made no attempt to move the older man, in case it would wake him up. And anyway, he looked like he could really use some sleep, if the dark circles under his eyes were any indication.

This is actually sorta comfortable…

Unfortunately, by the time Raito finally began to drift off to sleep that morning, it was time to get up and get to work.

See what I mean? Fluff was not planned. xD

Hey! Tell me what you think of this chapter! Review! Please! :D

Also, I am working on updating other stuff, too.

Thanks for reading! ^ ^

-Ratt Kazamata

6/18/2011