That day was like most of the days since Light had gotten chained to the world-famous detective. He got up way too early to be healthy, when he did sleep, ate pretty much nothing all day (except for those disgusting sweets L ate) and then worked through the night. Sometimes he would be able to convince the detective to let him sleep, but that was very rare.

And as he thought about how unhealthy all of this was, all of those sleepless nights seemed to catch up to him. The computer screen in front of him, which was a graph L had asked him to prepare about the killings before and after his theory, which Matsuda had unofficially dubbed "the switching of the Kiras", or "The SOK". Matsuda cracked up at that one.

He sighed, finding himself unable to focus on the computer. His head was starting to pound and there was a ringing sound in the back of his head that seemed to be getting louder every second.

"Are you alright, Raito-kun?"

He glanced over at the detective, suppressing a yawn. "I'm fine." He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "I need to go to the bathroom."

A thin hand held an icing-covered strawberry in his face, and he would have fell out of his chair had he not been so tired. "If you hold it, I'll let you eat this strawberry."

The sight of the sugar-coated fruit caused the suspect's stomach to do flips, and he quickly stood up. L looked up at him, his eyes wide in genuine surprise. Light ran in the direction of the hardly-used bathroom, L stumbling along behind him.

"Raito-kun, what are you-"

The rest of his sentence was cut off as he slammed the door of the bathroom open and leaned over the toilet, and he shivered as the syrup-drenched remains of his toast from this morning and his black coffee appeared before him again. After his stomach had been emptied out, he proceeded to hack dryly into the toilet.

He rested his head on the wall next to him in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. His headache had nearly vanished and the ringing was quieter, though not gone.

"Are you all right, Raito-kun?" L asked, taking on his awkward sitting position in next to the sick boy. "Maybe you should rest."

Light glared at the insomniac, lifting his head from the wall as the headache returned. "Yeah." He couldn't find the strength to yell back at him, so the younger man just closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall.

The boy's captor's eyes narrowed at this. Light usually would have said something sarcastic, such as, "No duh. When'd you figure that out? You really ARE the smartest person in the world," or, "No, I'm fine, I just felt like puking my guts out into a toilet. It pleases me." (To which L would have wittily replied, "That's a very sick fetish, Raito-kun. You should get a psychiatrist," which would have led to the all-out war L had been expecting from Light.)

"I'll call Watari." He said, more to himself than anyone else. He reached a hand in his back pocket, clicking the speed dial button and holding the phone carefully between his thumb and forefinger. "Watari, would you mind telling the team to go home? Raito-kun seems to be sick."

A reply from the other line, which Light presumed was something like, "Yes, L. Would you also like me to bring medicine to his room?"

"Yes, and my laptop as well. Thank you, Watari."

Light opened one eye, lifting his head weakly as he started to stand, which only brought on another wave of nausea.

"I would not suggest that, Raito-kun. It will only make you feel worse." L whispered to him, fingering his phone. "Unless that is what you would prefer?"

Light shot him an evil look, narrowing his chocolate eyes. "How do you think I'm going to get to the bedroom, then?" They then widened as the receiver of his glare picked him up bridal-style. "Wh- wh- what are you doing, Ryuzaki!?"

"How else are you supposed to get to your room? You are in no condition to walk, Raito-kun." L bounced Light in his arms, grinning. "You are also very light, Raito-kun. You should eat more. That's probably why you're sick."

"It's your fault I'm not eating enough, y-," he stopped mid-rant, groaning softly and digging his head into the soft fabric of L's shirt. "Whatever." He mumbled, letting his eyes shut.

They had just gotten to their shared bedroom, and the insomniac had just set his suspect onto the seldom used bed, when Soichiro burst through the door, his eyes wide with worry as he eyed his son. "Light! Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?!"

The boy winced at his father's loud entry. "I'm fine." He mumbled, forcing a smile. "I just need some sleep." L handed him some pills and a glass of water. He took them quickly, eager to sleep.

"A-are you sure?! This could be Kira's doing, couldn't it!?" He looked to the older man, who was now comfortably sitting next to Light, his laptop in front of him.

"I'm sure Raito-kun would appreciate it very much if you would lower your voice a little, Yagami-san. I highly doubt that the current Kira would gain much from killing Raito-kun, since he has no idea who he is." He stated, his eyes going from his glowing computer screen to the boy next to him.

"Ah….okay." Soichiro frowned, his forehead wrinkling. "If anything happens, Ryuzaki, please call me."

"That I will, Yagami-san." L replied, accompanied by the clicking of the keyboard as he typed. "You know the way out, I presume, Yagami-san?"

"Yes." He looked at Light one more time, who was already fast asleep, and left, closing the door gently behind him.

L looked over at his unconscious suspect, his fingers moving almost robotically as he watched Light's chest fall and rise brokenly, like he had trouble breathing. The clicking of the keys stopped for a moment as he brushed a strand of hair from the younger man's face, causing him to make a small noise, mumbling something that the detective couldn't understand.

The rest of the night was uneventful, to say the least.

Until Light woke up, of course.

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A/N: FirstpairingfanficYAY!

Winderful! This is my first pairing fanfic that I've ever posted on the internet. (And a Yaoi one, at that!)

I don't know if this was very good or not, but I liked it. I'll try to update on a regular schedule, but I might be delayed a little. Sorry if that happens. ;3

Oh, and no flames, but I love constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or that sleeping bag over thur on that couch. D: Poor me.