Hurray! This chapter was sooo much easier to write than the previous two. I'm pleased as can be right now...even thought it's like 4 in the morning right now lol. I hope everyone is as happy with this chapter as I am. I really enjoyed writing it.

AuraBlackWolf: Hehe Thank you so much. I'm glad you like the story that much. I agree on Misa. She'd be a heck of a lot more tolerable if she'd tone down the obssessiveness a bit. As far as the mark goes...I left it undescribed intentionally for the purposes of fan art...so it's whatever awesome symbol you think of. I have an idea of what I want it to be...but I'm not going to cramp up other's imagination with it lol.

deathnoteno1fan-codegeasslover: Ahhh...The condition L is refering to is schizophrenia. Light told both him and Watari during his physical that he was diagnosed with it when he was younger, and his father never had it treated. I hope this helps you understand better.

Lady Vampyre Nefertiri: Oh wow. Such a well thought out review. I'm so happy that you like the story so much. I'm glad you like my approach to Light's personality. The way I saw it, Light was by no means a mean spirited or vain person after he lost his memories of the death note. As far as Light's father is concerned...too often I see him being portrayed in a way that makes him seem TOO overbearning or a total monster. He just isn't like that. As far as I can see he's a very caring father...if not perhaps a tad on the protective side. Ok and you asked why only one of Light's eyes is red? Well do consider what it would mean if both of his eyes were red...I don't think I nedd to elaborate on that do I? hehehe...

In the Case of Light Yagami

Misa snuggled into Light's chest lovingly, not even giving the poor startled teen a moment to steady himself after she had unceremoniously crashed into him mere seconds ago.

"Oh Misa-chan is so happy that you are ok, Light! Come on in and sit down." Light stumbled as he was pulled into the room, and Ryuzaki purposefully waited until the chain pulled tight just to throw him off balance. It was not lost on both males that Misa was blatantly ignoring L's presence. "Did you like Misa-chan's cookies Light?" She asked this while seating the teen down on the couch, never releasing his right arm.

"Ah…Yes, thank you." The bouncy blonde 'hmmed' happily and snuggled against Light's arm again.

"Misa-chan is so happy that you're doing better." Misa looked up at Light smiling contentedly before pausing. A confused frown marred her usually bright countenance. "Light?" Puzzlement crossed the young genius' face and waited for the girl attached to his arm to continue. "Why are you wearing a contact lens?" Light mentally face palmed. Of course if anyone would have been able to tell, it would have been the girl who wears them!

"That's classified." L deadpanned. Instead of achieving the desired affect of angering Misa, and thus distracting her…she now looked very worried.

"Light is there something wrong? You'd tell Misa-chan if it was something serious right?" Light shifted, not out of nervousness, but out of discomfort as Misa was clutching his arm rather tightly now. Good god if that girl didn't have a strong grip!

"If you needed to know Misa-chan, I would tell you." Light adopted a soothing tone that he hoped would get the distressed blonde to loosen her vise like grip on him. The normally sunny young idol calmed slightly, but still looked worried.

Light sat gracefully in his chair, but he really just wanted to abandon all pretenses and sag in his seat the way Ryuzaki did. It had taken two hours to calm Misa enough to stop asking questions, and another thirty minutes to detach her from his arm. The teen knew exactly how to talk to people, but that didn't mean he enjoyed dealing with them. Dealing with others was just…depressing. L was the only one he could hold a conversation with for any length of time and not get bored…Even if many of those said conversations ended in verbal combat.

Depressing…That brought Light's thoughts to a subject that came up in his musings from time to time. Hind sight showed him that he'd been suffering from depression for the better portion of his high school years. It seemed that the tell tale signs of it disappeared not long after Kira had reared his ugly head though. This always confused the teen. According to his memory…The feelings of depression had started to lift long before he was invited to work on the case. Light would often consider everything he recalled doing during that space of time to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Dating was a tactic he used to alleviate boredom…sex too, but he was never really attached to any of the girls he'd been with. Other than a few new girls being thrown into the mix, nothing significantly different had occurred in the time between the serial murderer's appearance and being accepted into the taskforce.

Light's thoughts were broken by a resounding sucking sound. Turning his head, the teen realized L was the one causing the rather distracting sound, by zealously sucking the leftover sugar granules stuck to his fingers. It wasn't just distracting to him at least, if the muted grunts and growls of annoyance coming from Aizawa and his father were anything to go on. Light noted a slight twitching at the corner of the sweet addict's mouth, and realized the man was deliberately causing more noise than necessary to try and get a rise out of someone. Silently rising from his chair, the auburn haired genius moved over to stand behind the detective. Leaning down to give the impression of discussing something on the computer, Light whispered so only the pale man could hear.

"I don't think I quite realized until now how much of an attention whore you are, Ryuzaki." L paused his incessant noise making to crane his neck around and give a look of blank obliviousness.

"Did Light-kun just call me a whore?" Light had to bite his lower lip harshly to keep from laughing outright at how silly that word sounded coming out of Ryuazki's mouth. Maybe because he said it in the same flat monotone that he said everything else. The teen decided to go for the bait this time around though.

"I called you an attention whore, yes." L's dark eyes widened fractionally as his head tilted to the side.

"You should not use such a vulgar word as whore, Light-kun." Light felt the muscles in his stomach constrict with the effort he was putting into not laughing.

"Stop saying that!" He whispered harshly. With blatant false innocence, L placed a thumb to his lips.

"Saying what? Whore?" Light put a hand on the detective's shoulder and squeezed hard.

"Yes that! Do you even realize how wrong it sounds when you say it?" L's lips quirked up in a half smile.

"But Light-kun called me a whore. I don't think that was called for." Light took a deep breath and exhaled quietly before replying.

"I called you an attention whore, Ryuzaki. There's a difference. You go out of your way to draw attention to yourself." The detective turned his eyes to the ceiling in mock thought before leveling his gaze back on the teen.

"By this definition, Light-kun would be an attention whore as well." Light pinched the bridge of his nose before walking back to his chair, eyes closed in defeat. Not two minutes after returning his focus back to the case work at his computer, the sound of L sucking on sugar coated fingers once again distracted him.

Light stood in front of the bathroom mirror Rubbing tiredly at his now contact free eye. The teen was ignoring his friend for the moment. The detective's childish mood hadn't lifted the whole day and had been make sucking, slurping, and smacking noises with his food all day. The teen imagined the other detectives had wanted to kill the pale man for being so blatantly annoying. Light, on the other hand, had discovered that later in the day as the sounds got louder; he had started to feel a familiar warm sensation. The teen attributed this to the fact that he had refused to give in to the attention Ryuzaki had obviously been demanding from anyone who would give it, and therefore he had refused to look at him. Unfortunately for Light, since he refused to acknowledge the true source of the noises, this caused his sex deprived, teenaged, hormonal mind to move on to other explanations for said noises.

"Is Light-kun angry with me?" Light shook his head, his auburn hair tossing about slightly with the movement.

"No Ryuzaki I'm not angry. I'm a little annoyed yes, but I'm not angry." The teen moved out of the bathroom and began dressing for the night. Light had decided to simply wear a pair of black cotton pants to bed without a shirt. He found he rather liked the feeling of the sheets against his bare chest. Light jolted when he felt a single slender finger press into the right side of the middle of his back. "Ryuzaki, What are you-"

"Light-kun stated earlier that he has never had a scar before. If you would then, please explain this." Light reached for the specified place on his back. It was a difficult place for him to reach, but when his fingers grazed the spot he knew instantly what it was.

"Oh…I had forgotten all about it. This happened a few years ago. Sayu got a hold of a roman candle and was running around with it. I guess she was trying to play a prank on me. She tried to set it off behind me, but it misfired and hit me. It left a nasty burn. Sayu was about nine at the time. As I said it happened a few years ago." Light turned around and gave a half grin at his friend. "She never touched fireworks again after that."

"You speak of your sister quite fondly, Light-kun." Light sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft smile.

"Yeah well, since dad usually worked late, I was usually the one chasing boogey men out of her closet when she was little. You tend not to forget stuff like that." Light observed as L's thoughts turned inward.

"No…I don't suppose you do." The detective's tone was quiet and knowing. The teen's eyes rounded as mild surprise registered on his features.

"Ryuzaki?" The raven haired man's brow furrowed at the boy in confusion as he settled himself on the bed. "You have siblings?" L pulled his gaze away from the young genius and nibbled lightly at his thumb. "How many? What are their-…oh I guess it would be pretty pointless to ask that." Light put a hand to his chin in thought before rephrasing his question. "Do they have any nicknames?" L ceased the abuse to his thumb, but didn't look at the auburn headed genius.

"Why ask for nicknames, Light-kun?" Light shrugged and lay back on the mattress.

"I'm still a suspect…So it wouldn't really be right for me to ask for their real names now would it?" A small laugh escaped him. "I'm not even sure if we're really talking about a 'they'." L shook his head.

"No you are correct. It is a 'they', however I will not tell you how many, or any names." Light sighed.

"Better than nothing, but considering how you talk about them I'm going to assume that you're the oldest." The detective paused in mid reach for his laptop.

"And how did Light-kun come to this conclusion?" Light merely shrugged.

"It was just an assumption. It's not really based on anything other than how old I assume you are, and how you seemed to understand what I was talking about earlier." L was becoming increasingly uneasy about the subject, and thought to change it. Light beat him to it however. "We can stop talking about it if you want." The detective blinked. Had he really been that transparent with his discomfort? "Well, good night, Ryuzaki." The teen yawned as he sat up long enough to turn out the light and crawl beneath the sheets.

"Ah, good night, Light-kun." As soon as Light's breathing deepened and evened out, L's eyes fell upon his form in the darkness. 3AM…4AM…5AM there was movement. Light began shifting restlessly in his sleep, letting out noises which sounded like discomfort. L decided to wake the distressed teen before it got too bad this time, and reached over to shake his sleeping friend awake. The detective froze when Light groaned in a way that suggested something other than a nightmare.

OOOO That's gotta be embarassing lol! Just in case there are any questions about the chapter title...The maturity paradox is the fact that they can act like complete children like they did in the surveillence room with the task force, but they still can act much older than they are...Like Light taking care of his sister...and having naughty dreams LoL.

So how many people saw it coming that Misa of all people would be the first to notice something amiss?......Yeah....That's what I thought haha.

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