My first story, I would greatly appreciate a review, even if it's just "good work". I'm an attention whore, you see. Visit my profile if you like what you see, I will update regularly, I already have much of it written out.

I do not own Death Note, and it's possible you will recognize lines or plot devices from elsewhere, no infringement intended. Without further ado...

Ki11 me, Ki55 me

Some exposition: When Light gave up his memory, he gave up his Death Note, leaving it in Rem's care. It ended up in Yotsuba's possession, and before long it was recovered by the task force. But, what if Light had still been in confinement, and never touched it?

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Matsuda opened the thick metal door, leading his boss' son inside, saying cordially, "Misa is in another room on surveillance."

Light Yagami nodded, his russet hair shifting before settling perfectly back in place and his lips slightly pursed to hold back his mild irritation. He walked into the cell, sending a quick glare towards the spindly Shinigami chuckling at his shoulder before turning to Matsuda. "I understand..." His lips twitched to a carefully perfected smile. "I'll be out soon, Ryuzaki will have to acknowledge my innocence after..." He glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, his smile souring. "This."

Matsuda blushed faintly at the boy's smile, stuttering out, "I- I believe you're innocent, Light-kun, I'm sure it won't take long for Ryuzaki-san to admit that too."

L let a small smile mar his usually expressionless face. "Your son is impressive, Yagami-san."

Soichiro Yagami blinked at the comment, but nodded. "Thank you, Ryuzaki, I'm very... proud of my son." There was a lot to be proud of... before this Kira madness.... He was brought back from his musings when Light spoke again.

"Thank you, Matsuda." The boy smiled warmly before turning to the cot opposite the camera, picking up the white straightjacket there. He held it out towards the other man, grimacing slightly. "Would you... help me with this?" Matsuda nodded and began tying and buckling the various straps around the boy's back.

L watched this carefully, an almost invisible blush on his cheeks. "... Most impressive, Yagami-san." He lowered his voice, his eyes still glued to the young man being tied up. "I must remind myself to have Matsuda teach me his skill..."

Soichiro looked up from the screen, his eyes widened somewhat. He had always had some reservations about L's inner thoughts towards his son, but he had been sure that at worst it would have to do with his probability of being guilty. "Uh... so you can untie him later, right?"

Even more troubling, L paused before replying. "... Yes. Of course, Yagami-san." He still hadn't looked away from Light.

Matsuda smiled as he finished the restraints, stepping back and bowing slightly. "Alright, Light-kun, I'll leave you now. Keep your spirits up; L is sure to clear your name in no time!" With that, he left, locking the cell door behind him with a loud CLICK.

Light's face fell slightly as he sat down on the cot, leaning against the wall and shifting tensely. Even if this had been his own idea, he hadn't expected the straightjacket. Looking back, he should have known L would have insisted on it.

The detective watched for a moment before pressing the intercom button in front of him. "Comfortable, Light-kun?"

He hid the faint satisfaction that rose in him when Light started slightly before turning to the camera, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. "As comfortable as one can he in a straightjacket... How long is this necessary?"

"Thirteen days, so says the Death Note." L patted the plain black notebook on the table in front of him. "If deaths continue, your name is cleared. If not, you will become a major suspect and arrested to hold trial."

Light shifted, laying against the wall and said just loud enough for L to hear, "Fine... only thirteen day-"

L happily took a bite of cake.

Light immediately narrowed his eyes at the camera. "Don't eat cake right next to the microphone."

"Sorry." The circuit cut out.

For a moment, Light just sat and thought, and it was almost pleasant to have a moment away from everything and everyone that annoyed him, but he knew it wouldn't last because of two reasons. One: His mind being so extraordinary, he knew he'd quickly tire of having nothing to put it to good use to. Two-

"Hey, Light"

... That.

Light wouldn't have bothered responding to the Death God even if he wasn't under L's surveillance. Instead he threw a quick but smoldering glare in his direction before closing his umber eyes and sighing softly, showing as clearly as he could that this was not the time for conversation.

As usual, Ryuk ignored this. "Oh, yeah, you're not talking." He paused for a moment, looking around the plain cell. ".... How's that plan coming along? Got anything big coming up?"

Light's lip twitched to a shadow of a scowl, and tossed his head, feigning getting his well-groomed bangs out of his eyes, but really nodding subtly to the door. Didn't the monster understand that this wasn't the time to disturb him?

Inside the surveillance room, L paused with a spoonful of strawberry sauce halfway to his mouth, watching the young man more intently.

Ryuk responded by laughing in his own strange supernatural way, like grinding gravel. "Want me to leave, right?"

No, I want you to sit down, get comfortable, have a glass of lemonade. Simpleton.

"But you humans are so interesting!" He grinned, saying, "You think this'll really work? L might see through the fake rule, you know."

Light pursed his lips, huffing softly. He had, of course, considered this. He was even now in the process of thinking through his next move, and he might have actually gotten things figured out if he could continue without being pestered.

Again, L's voice filtered in through the intercom. "Are you alright, Light-kun? You seem uncomfortable."

Light responded without missing a beat. "I am, this is going to take some getting used to." He adjusted his position again, now lying on his back, looking up at the dull ceiling.

"There is an alternative, you realize."

Light blinked, sitting up. "An alternative to being under confinement for two weeks? Why didn't you say so, what is it?"

"You'll simply be handcuffed to me."

"I'll be-...." The brunette scoffed, lying back down. "You have to be kidding me. Spend the next fourteen days in a quiet room, or spend them handcuffed to you? Do you even need to ask?"

"For surveillance purposes, Light-kun. Or else, if you have some other agenda you'd rather be attending to, you could just continue this lock-down as first planned."

Light sat up again, trying to contain his outrage. This was just getting ridiculous. Before he could retort, he heard his father respond, "R--Ryu-! That's-!" The brunette cut him off, his teeth gritted in anger, "What? So, basically, be handcuffed to you or else I'm Kira? Father, that's immoral, you have to agree!" He heard his father groan and could almost see him lowering his head into his hands, trying in vain to stop processing thoughts.

He could also picture L, hunched over in his seat, fidgeting his toes, shrugging as he said matter of factly, "It's up to you, Light-kun, no one is forcing you either way."

Light glared at the security camera. "But you'll still think that I'm trying to hide something, won't you?"

".... In a word, yes."

The younger couldn't help but groan, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, you're infuriating! You just hate losing, you don't even have any proof that I'm Kira, believe me, if I was, you'd know by now."

"I wouldn't, actually, because Kira happens to not be an idiot. You are also not an idiot. And that's why, if you're innocent, you'll take me up on my offer so that you'll be able to serve your time in a slightly more dignified fashion."

Light continued to glower for a moment more before saying irately, ".... Fine, fine, I agree."

Soichiro grabbed the microphone from L's desk, "B- But-! Light, that's.... I mean..."

L interrupted him. "We'll get Matsuda to let you out then, Light-kun. And Yagami-san, please don't worry so much."

Light interjected, "I agree with him, father, it's better than being in here anyway." He narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly icier than before. "And this way, there are no disputes."

L responded in a business-like tone, "Agreed. Matsuda, let him out and get the handcuffs from my other desk." With that, he shut the intercom off.

Matsuda, who had just returned from the cell (bringing L his requested tea and box of sugar cubes with him), sighed before walking straight back out. He paused at a desk in the corner, withdrawing from the top-drawer shiny silver cuffs on a long chain. He walked to L's side, setting the handcuffs down before walking out the door, glancing back at L for a moment. ... What a weird thing to keep at an office.

A few minutes later, Matsuda unlocked the door and helped Light out of his bonds before leading him out. The younger followed, stretching his arms and shifting his shoulders. It had only been fifteen minutes at most, but holding still was more of a nuisance than he'd thought.

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When they emerged into the front room, L was waiting, sitting in an armchair in his usual position, and twirling one of the cuffs around his finger. "Ready, Light-kun?"

Light grimaced slightly, sighed and held out his wrist.

L immediately snapped the cuff on, tightening it, then repeating the process on his own hand. Once completed, he looked up and smiled. "So it begins." He held up the plate of cake beside him, complete with fork. "Would you like cake, Light-kun? It may cure that frown."

Light marveled for a second at the immaturity of the statement before saying, ".... No, Ryuzaki, I'm fine. Let's just get on with the research. That is, if you're researching anyone else."

L stared at him for a moment. He wasn't. Light didn't need to know that. "... I've deduced that Kira doesn't like sugar, Light-kun."

And the deductions begin. Lovely.

Light glared. "And how have you 'deduced' Kira's personal tastes?"

"By his personality. And according to his type of personality, there is an eighty seven percent that Kira doesn't like strawberry shortcake."

".... I'm going to bed."

L stood quickly from his squatting position, taking a step to the bedroom. "I will join you, then."

Light rolled his eyes, saying, "Oh, come on, Ryuzaki, you can unchain me to sleep, can't you?"

"I'm afraid I can't, Light-kun. Part of the twenty-four hours is the time in which you sleep." L paused, his black eyes on the younger man, blank as ever, but still managing to rebuke any arguments.

He watched his suspect pause a moment, mentally debating if he could possibly win this argument. Eventually, he sighed, "Fine, fine, I don't even care, just let me sleep." He massaged his temples, walking past his coworker/arch-nemesis to their now-joined bedroom.

L: 1 Light: 0

L followed, caught up to and walked past Light quickly, leading him into the room before pausing, looking at the bed. ".... I must admit, I don't usually sleep in beds, Light-kun."

Why should he care. It's the idiot's own fault for shoving them together.

"Then don't. Read, watch TV, work, just don't make too much noise." He sat down beside a plain set of folded sleeping clothes set at the foot of the bed and started to unbutton his shirt before pausing. He held out his cuffed hand to L. "Do you mind?"

L took his wrist and in the blink of an eye, the restraint was off, and immediately on again. Light blinked, he hadn't even had time to see what the other man had done. Was there a key? A weak point in the metal? It was only another second before Light noticed that in that time, L had slipped his sleeve off and the sleeve of the pajama top on.

His inner child seethed.... Damn ninja freak.

L perched on the space beside him, still watching. "All is well, Light-kun?"

The brunette looked up, his expression unchanged. "I... I suppose, yes." He pulled the black shirt the rest of the way on before moving to undo his pants. He paused again, looking pointedly at L. When the man gave no sign of complying with his unspoken request, he said, "Ryuzaki, would you turn?"

L paused, watching Light closely and for a moment. Light watched back. This psycho couldn't possibly deny him at least common modesty.

"Of course, Light-kun." With that, he turned, waddling around so he could stay in his chosen posture.

Light quickly finished undressing, pulling his pajamas on and pulling the bed covers back, laying down on the far size of the large bed.

L turned back after the sound of rustling blankets paused, fidgeting his toes. "Does Light-kun mind if I eat in the bed?"

Light turned on his side, facing away from the other and settling, instructing, "Don't get sugar, chocolate, frosting or whipped cream on me while I'm asleep and I don't mind."

"Light-kun is sour." The elder pulled a nondescript laptop from the drawer of the nightstand, opening it before setting it on the bed in front of him and starting it up.

"And you're probably diabetic from eating all those sweets."

"If thinking burns the sugar, I am not diabetic. I am healthy, whether that reassure Light-kun or not."

"I'm sleeping, Ryuzaki." Light reached for the switch on the lamp, flicking it off.

L shrugged slightly, leaning over the glowing computer screen and clacking away at the keys. Despite the sound and continued distractions from the computer, Light slept. L focused on the files and messages until he realized he was struggling to stay awake, his eyes narrowed to bring the garbled words on the screen before him into focus. Not long after that, he was asleep, the computer still in his lap, bathing him in pale illumination.

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Hours later, Light stirred, opening his eyes and sighing softly. After a moment, his eyes strayed to the clock beside him. 4:15. Brilliant, not only was that damn detective interfering with his plans of world domination (Salvation, he said salvation.), now he had messed up his sleeping patterns. Light glanced over his shoulder, slightly surprised to see L's eyes closed and his laptop screen dark from lack of use.

Oh, he would never get this opportunity again.

He sat up, glancing around the room before hissing softly, "Ryuk, get out here."

There was a moment of silence before the shinigami appeared above him, cocking his head like a pet. "Apple?"

The boy below him narrowed his eyes, his low tone conveying his irritation. "No apple. My memories. Take them now. I give up possession of the notebook."

Ryuk grinned, cackling. "Alright. I officially own the Death Note, human. I'd say good luck with whatever you're doing, but... I don't think you deserve it."

Before Light could snap at him, he was gone. The next instant, a bright white flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost jumped back. Before he could, he felt his body go limp, his mind go blank and he passed out, falling back to the mattress.