No it doesn't. It reads backwards as IMAGAY (I'M A GAY). Not "I am", but "I'm". I don't know where you got the extra "A" from.

That's so cute. That's so cute. Oh fuck, this is the cutest thing ever.

why do i have a feeling L would jump into any van or car at the promise of free cake? I want my own L now and feed him all the cake he wants

he just went like that ? No preeparation, No wondering where he is going to live, how he is going to survive if he doesn't have an identity back in 1995 How is he going to pay for food, lodging,clothes, medecine?. How is he going to be able to get those in 1995 whitout papers ?What about past him? what happen if he meets him or L meets him? What will happen when they reach the normal timeline? Will there be 2 light?

I agree with Ls position and on the Bible

This is the article that suits me best！I don't want it to endTT

OMG! this is the happiest end i ' ve ever seen! they finally are together! soooooo sweat!

( forgive my poor English please) i ' ve read almost of the discus ses and theories about light' s ideal world . most people know light is not right , but only a few peopl e like you have the perfect theory to show where and why he is wrong. you are a talen. i like you stor. all kids are so kawaii !

That was a close call, Light thought while he laid next to L, who had completely wrapped himself in the sheets and slept as if in a closed shell, the tightest fetal position Light ever saw a human being make in their sleep.

This was the first time he actually saw his lover fall asleep and afterwards remain peacefully in a deep snooze. After his love declaration, Light called a taxi cab and the two of them arrived in no time, soaking wet, but in a happy mood at their weekend home. Light could hardly wait to make love to L. The boy was more receptive than ever. The chilly feeling of their humid skins contrasted greatly with the warmth of the inside of their mouths and bodies.

The contact was intense; love and passion had complete control over the two lovers. L was restless, responding passionately to Light's touch, to each of his feverish movements. Light kissed L madly, embraced him tightly, swearing to himself that he would never let himself lose L again, in any possible way.

The heat increased at a fast rate, their bodies sweating from sweet warm fever. The moans grew louder as their bodies moved faster, intensively, wildly.

L's moans turned into screams. The boy was completely crazed by passion, the physical pleasure taking control over his actions. A great feeling of the utmost intense ecstasy took over their two bodies simultaneously. The best love making the couple had ever had.

They lay facing each other. No words needed to be spoken; all was said in their eyes. Light wasn't bothered with the fact that L didn't say he loved him back. His actions and the way he looked at Light were more than proof enough to him that the boy shared the same feelings.

Light watched as he saw L's eyes slowly start closing themselves until the boy finally surrendered himself to sleep. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, a precious image. L was hardly asleep when Light saw his body move, his back getting round, his legs pressing themselves to his chest. Light smiled at this.

He remembered occasionally catching a young detective sleeping soundlessly next to him, with the computer still on, the pale light of the screen falling on his face. But a slight movement from Light's side was always enough to wake up L.

For this very reason, Light didn't dare to move an inch, afraid to wake up his lover. He remained there for a while staring at L, watching the contours of his young face in the dim light of the night, until he too fell into a dreamlesssleep.

The next morning Light woke up to see an empty space in the bed next to him. He came out wondering where the boy was. He also wondered where the shinigami was. He hadn't seen him for a while. As he walked down the stairs, he heard a soft voice coming from the living room, a mere murmur. He walked silently; curious to see what L was up to.

He reached the entrance of the door but quickly hid himself behind the wall before it. He saw L sitting crouched on the floor. One hand was holding a phone next to his ear; the other hand was holding a pencil and drawing circles and lines on a piece of paper. L was speaking softly, but Light could hear him clearly.

"yes…yes…please do contact them as fast as you can…I want them to mobilize themselves to Sopron…mainly the towns and small villages close to the frontier…these are great developments…tomorrow, but I don't know what time…in the under draw please…yes I understand…Until tomorrow then." L put down the phone, drew some new lines, fixed his pencil on one point and remained a while silent, staring at the paper.

His eyes were wide and fixed on the paper, his thumb drew along the line of his lips and got caught between his teeth. Light decided to appear in the doorway. He was not sure if he should let L know that he listened to part of the conversation or not. He wasn't sure if the boy was ready to reveal his great secret. It took a while before L noticed Light though. Then he lifted his head, his ceyes still wide.

"Good morning Raito. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did. And you?"

"I slept well too." L smiled faintly, but Light could feel the tension. He knew that the questions were already racing in the detective's brain: How long was he there, did he hear the conversation, did he understand what it was about, why had he stayed listening… Light recognized the defiance in the boy's eyes, the suspicion and the accusatory looks.

"Who were you talking to?" Light simply asked. He tried to act relaxed. He stretched his arms and behaved as if nothing important was going on. But L's eyes followed his every move like an eagle studying his prey. He was observing him, searching for any sign that would denounce his eavesdropping.

"Mr. Wammy. He was wondering how I was doing and what time I was arriving back tomorrow." He too did a bit of acting. He acted casual, lifted himself up and picked up the paper. "A habit of mine, while speaking on the phone." L showed indifferently the paper with circles, stripes and some numbers. He then wrapped the paper in a small ball and threw it away. Light did not dare to say anything about it. This is not the time. Be patient.

They decided to stay at home. It was raining continuously and sometimes thunder could be heard far away. Yet this Sunday promised to be a special day for the pair. After brunch they both sat on the carpet next to the fireplace in the living room, where it was warm.

"Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"We ask each other, by turns, things that we would like to know about each other. We also have to answer them all, no exception. And we have to be always honest. Only the truth is valid in this game." Light explained. He knew though that both of them would lie, would hide their secrets from each other. Still, he had to try to bring the truth out. Maybe L would say who he truly was. If L was to reveal his secret, then Light was sure he could reveal his. Even by knowing that this was very improbable, he had to take the risk.

"Shall I start first?" L nodded affirmatively, a bit anxious for his first question.
"What's your favorite animal?" L laughed a bit, no doubt relieved at the subject.

"That would be the cat."

"Really?" Light was amazed, but if he thought a bit about it, L did act a bit like a cat sometimes, his feline look and sleeping position.

"What's your favorite…uhm…snack?" L made his first question

"Chips, natural flavor."

It turned to be very amusing to discover what the two of them loved and hated. Light learned that L's favorite food was strawberry cake with extra cream, that he was afraid of clowns as a child, that he hated socks and that he has a serious obsession with the smell of old books (the odor of wisdom, were L's own words).

He also discovered that L only watched the news and thought soaps were the most "unconvincing preposterous dramatic fantasies of people that have nothing else to do in their lives than ruin their brains and energy with the fictitious useless lives of the soap characters." L learned that Light studied Brad Pitt's movies to seduce girls in high school, that he hated and still hates spiders, that his favorite way of passing time is making origami with his little sister and that he had been between ages 13 and 15 a vegetarian (until one day he had a sudden urge for a hamburger).

Light had to admit that he dated lots of different girls in the university to give himself a good reputation and hide his preference for males. The more they spoke, the more they shared information, the deeper, more serious and personal the conversation became.

"What's the thing that makes you really mad, frustrated?" Light asked.

L had to think a while. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling for a long moment, his thumb pressed on his under lip. He looked a bit grave and then answered.

"That people can really be very superficial."

"What do you mean?" Light noticed that L wasn't all too comfortable with the question.

"It doesn't really matter. What makes you frustrated?"

"You most likely right now. What did you mean about people being superficial?"

"Nothing."

"Come on! You're not going to break the rules now by lying to me?"

Light watched L hesitate a while.

"Well…What I meant was…people usually don't think about anything but what they see."

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm following you right now."

"I mean, people judge each other by their looks." Light saw L's back crouch slightly more as the boy made himself a bit smaller. He knew L was feeling unsure right now. He knew the teenager wasn't all too happy with his looks. Light tried to help the boy by guiding him with buying new clothes and the suggestion of a hair cut (which L ardently refused). He tried making L feel comfortable about himself, but they never spoke about it before. Untilnow.

"Yeah, I guess that's true, but that's just something in people's nature. You know what they say, a person's looks are his visiting card."

"Well, I think that's silly and utterly unfair!" At this, L bowed his head, partly hiding his face. His crouched body posture made him look vulnerable. Light felt sorry for L. He couldn't do much about how he looked. He wanted to comfort him, protect him, and make him feel good about himself.

"You heard some mean stuff, right?" Light put his hand on L's shoulder. He spoke in a friendly, almost fatherly way.

"No…well, yes… a few times…no, quite a lot of times…almost every day actually." The boy was looking to the side, avoiding Light's eyes. Light approached and embraced L, but the boy pushed him away.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled softly. "It's not like you would understand." "Why shouldn't I understand?" L looked accusingly at Light and again moved his eyes away, staring at the carpet on the floor. "Well?"

"People make conclusions about a person based on his looks. If you look nice and neat it's almost certain that you'll be popular, but if you are ugly or in some way different…well people will just ignore you. It's silly, because people think they can know someone by their looks. That's what I meant." L raised his voice as he spoke. "Now, shall we go on with your little game?" Light could never guess to what degree L's dissatisfaction about his looks went.

Now he was figuring out that this went way deeper than he thought. Light was determined to make L talk about his complex. It was obvious that his appearance and the reaction of people towards him were eating him from inside. And he needed to talk about it so he could accept it and live with it.

"Look Ryuzaki. People have the urge to label others by their looks. As I said before, it's in their nature. You too study how someone looks and draw your own conclusions. That's normal and that's something that will never change. That people draw the wrong conclusions, well unfortunately that's reality. But when people socialize and learn to know each other, you see the person in a different way. Anonymous people tend to think things like she's hot and conclude they would like to know her better. It doesn't mean that she's a nice person. The same as with people that are not… considered beautiful."

"Ugly thus."

"It doesn't mean that an ugly person is bad. Of course it's unfair if people judge someone for their looks and don't even give them chance to prove that there is much more behind the façade. That is just the way it is."

"It's still not fair! And you don't understand! You think I don't know how the world works? I know how people work, how they think! I know that that's something that will never change! People are simply stupidly superficial!"

"You don't need to get upset with me. I…" But L cut Light's words.

"That's easy for you to give me that beautiful speech! It's only a façade, people are different on the inside!" Light backed up a bit. L's voice was strange, trembling a bit. His eyes were shining, something he never saw before in L. "Like you would understand how it feels to be insulted and, and pointed out and…having to hear all kinds of horrible comments! You don't
know how it is ok?! So don't pretend you understand me 'cause you don't! You don't know how it feels!"

"Ryuzaki, I know I can't feel what you feel, but I understand what you mean." L gave him a hard look with his big black eyes. Light read anger and pain in his eyes. Not something he was used to seeing in the young detective.

"It's simply not fair." L whispered. His voice sounded defeated. He bowed his head, looking at the floor. Light could never have imagined that the cold, objective and insensible detective would have lived in anger and frustration because of his looks. Light always had the feeling that L was oblivious and indifferent to his visual appearance. Or was this just a cover up for his real thoughts about it? Or was the 16 year old L just passing through a difficult teenager phase where his looks played a big role? "It's not fair…It's awful…It…"

"It hurts." Light completed L's sentence. At this the boy lifted his head. Light saw tears in L's eyes. Light cleaned the water that was threatening to stream down the boy's face with his finger.

"Ryuzaki, I know I can never understand how it feels, because only you live those feelings, but…" He placed hands on L's shoulders. "But you must realize that it's something that will never change. It's unfair. People do judge too quickly by looks. But they don't do it on purpose. It's human nature. And I honestly don't care what people say or think about you. They don't know how you are. They don't know how special you are. They just can't see you the way I see you: beautiful." L stared at Light with his big black watery eyes and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you." L whispered in Light's ear. "Thank you for coming into my life" Light embraced L back. He lived the moment, the warmth, the love. He wished this moment would never end.

-

Light sat in his little apartment. In silence. Rain kept hitting the window. The white and blacks kept moving rapidly on the TV screen. Light's finger tip drew L's contour on the photo. Images flashed back, the two of them coming down on the train to London.

-

Light saw Mr. Wammy smiling at the end of the station. A black Beetle was parked next to him. L turned around facing Light.

"This was a great weekend." He said smilingly. Light returned the smile. The boy was about the start walking towards the car, when he turned around again. Light looked amazed. He somehow saw a certain anticipation in L's expression. "I've been wanting to ask you something for a while." L sounded hesitant.

He stared at the floor for a few seconds and lifted his head again. "What's going to happen with us when you have to go back home?" Light's eyes opened widely. That was the one thing he didn't want to think about. He rather wanted to forget that there was a home to go back to. He wanted to stay with L forever. In his world there was no L anymore. "I mean, your course ends in January" L continued. "I'm assuming that you're going back to Japan then." Light nodded. He understood L's concern.

As far as L knew, Light was an exchange student. He would have to go back to his own country and continue his course there. L was underage and therefore powerless to decide his own destiny. He would have to live another two years in the orphanage under Watari's care. This would mean that they were to be separated. Separation. That was the one thing Light feared. The one thing he had to prevent from happening.

"I'll think about what can be done. We'll stay together. I'll promise you that." Light reassured the boy, his hand on L's right shoulder. But L didn't look all too convinced.

-

"I'll see you tomorrow again." In this way he resumed their conversation. Light stayed behind, watching L walk away, walking to his guardian, not looking back once.

Light lifted his head to face the TV. He put the photo on the table, grabbed the remote control and switched off the machine. He remained seated, staring at L's photo on the table. A shadow appeared on the table. It grew more and more until it covered more than half the table.

"Ryuk. Finally. You're back." He spoke without turning around. His eyes always fixed on the image of L. "We need to talk."

-

(I don't know who is your beta reader but (s)he is so bad and nasty. Correct the chapter like that...)

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