It had happened so suddenly- really, it may have even been an accident. On a day of bitter chill and drops of water-made gravel thundering to meet the ground, there was a mutual agreement of discontinuing the Kira case for now. Kira wouldn't have the resources to murder today, would he? Light amiably suggested. "Not with all of the power and electricity down."

At first, the chatter was filled with the lightheartedness of peripheral subjects- L was bored and Light was bored and Misa was supposed to be bored as well, stuck at her modeling session. It was only supposed to be a clumsy, agonizingly passionate taste, if only Light hadn't taken advantage of the position of their lips, and then their eyes, and limbs- and then forgotten it by the time the weather cleared.

And clear the weather did. An irony that on a bright, clear day, they had exchanged blows on a fallacy, but really grew like a cancer into a monolith of doubt. It couldn't be helped that they both wished for the blue skies to become black and angry again.

Life is a wheel: an obelisk of cycles. The news predicted rain. It always does, at least in their world.