Warnings: This will definitely have light yaoi (No pun intended. :|), heavier stuff might be implied. Maybe some cursing. Because I like cursing, damn it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :D

By 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Light had given up any attempts to pretend to be working. The investigation had slowed to the speed of 'a dying snail', as Matsuda had sighed earlier. And if Matsuda realized it, L had probably figured it out a good couple of days before.

Alright, maybe a week or so.

At any rate, everyone was bored out of their minds as L continued to stubbornly look for leads, insisting that they do so as well. After a certain amount of Matsuda's whining, L had finally (albeit very grudgingly) agreed to let them all have a few days off to clear their minds, and hopefully come back and be of some use to him. He left the last bit unsaid, of course. So, as everyone said their goodbyes and shuffled out of the headquarters, Light had no reservations about shooting a hateful glance at the metal chain linking him to the detective. He would do anything to just be able to go outside for a few hours. It was a struggle just to get L to open the blinds and let a little sunlight in, so he knew his chances of getting out of the building were ridiculously low.

"Glaring at the handcuffs will not cause them to melt from our wrists, Light-kun."

Light scoffed, readjusting himself in his chair for the thousandth time. "Brilliant deduction. The investigation isn't going anywhere, Ryuzaki. Why can't we take a break?"

"Because it will continue to go nowhere if we do not keep working. And your doodling while you should be working is not helping the investigation at all."

Having just finished sketching L's head onto a roach on the small notepad in front of him, Light proceeded to draw a foot going in for the kill. "As if you staring at the same information for hours on end is doing us any good. I want to get out of this place for a while. It's not like I'm asking you to remove the handcuffs. Just stop keeping me holed up in here like a prisoner." Or a shut-in like you, he mentally added, attaching a leg to the foot and feeling rather pleased with himself.

L held a thumb to his lips, nibbling it thoughtfully. "I was not staring. I was contemplating. But I suppose you are not used to staying inside for as long as I am, social butterfly that you are. Where do you propose we go? Keep in mind that I will under no circumstances be removing the cuffs, even for this little outing."

"I know. You've told me about a thousand times already." Light crossed his legs, trying to decide where he wanted to go. A quiet visit to the park sounded nice, and he figured L wouldn't mind it too much.

"Light-kun is dramatically exaggerating, as usual."

Oh, that was it. There was no way L was getting by with a little park visit now.

"The gym," Light announced. "You'll be taking me to the gym, and then out to dinner."

The detective gave him a wary look. "Why do you need to go to the gym? And perhaps if you are not so demanding, we can go somewhere to eat."

"I want to go because you make me sit around all day and I don't get any exercise. I don't plan on sitting here and becoming some kind of hideous blob."

"Because Light-kun is obviously in danger of having that happen," L interjected in a bored tone. Light merely narrowed his eyes slightly, standing up from his chair.

"Fine, maybe I'm not, but it's practically too late for you. You're going to get some exercise, too." He punctuated his sentence with a tug on the chain as he walked to the door, insistent on L following him.

"Sticks and stones, Light-kun," the man recited, putting on some ratty tennis shoes and allowing himself to be pulled out of the room. "I suppose you can have your exercise and meal. It has been a while since you've gone out. Just refrain from taking too long. Kira will not wait for us to enjoy a night on the town."

"I'll show you a night on the town," Light grumbled quietly as L informed Watari of where they wanted to go.

It was roughly an hour later when they stepped out of the limo in front of a nice looking gym. Light led the way, bringing a bag with some extra clothes and walking inside. L, his slouch as pronounced as ever, looked at the varied exercise equipment with what could only be described as abject horror. Surely the boy he was chained to had to realize how many people had touched, breathed and sweated on this machinery. Yet Light still pulled him to the changing rooms as if he hadn't a care in the world, and began taking their spare clothes out of the bag.

"Well?" he gave L an expectant look, waiting for him to unlock the handcuffs for a moment so they could remove their shirts.

"If you want to expose yourself to the bacteria from the strange, sweaty people that have been touching this equipment, you may. But I will not be joining you." L took the key from his pocket, unlocking the metal cuff on Light's wrist and taking no measures to hide the fact that he was watching the boy like a hawk. Light made an indignant noise, snatching the key. He was in no mood for this.

"The equipment is clean, and you have no right to be calling anyone strange! You're exercising, too!" By the time L started to protest, Light had already unlocked the cuff and was trying to forcibly pull the man's shirt over his head.

"Are you attempting to kill me with my own shirt?!"

"I'm trying to get it off you, idiot!" Light huffed, finally yanking the shirt off and leaving the detective with his hair even more tussled than usual and a scowl on his face. The people that weren't already gawking at the two because of the chain quickly excused themselves from the changing rooms.

"Now that you have deeply violated my personal space," the detective spoke, putting on the shirt that Light had packed for him, "give me back the key." After waiting for Light to change his shirt and return the key, L firmly snapped the cuffs back onto their wrists.

"It's not my fault you were being so uncooperative, Ryuzaki."

"And it is not my fault that everyone in the gym now thinks you are some sort of violator." Light just snorted. Happy enough with getting the last word, L allowed Light to pull him back out into the gym and over to a row of treadmills.

"I don't want to hear anymore of your complaining, L," the boy ordered, stepping onto one of the machines. L grudgingly stood on the one next to Light, looking at the controls like they would bite him. Light reached over and turned the knob, then started his own. The detective made an unappreciative noise, beginning to walk.

"Light-kun has still not learned to keep his hands to himself." When Light ignored him for a while, L leaned over and turned the knob on Light's machine, speeding it up to a jog. Light just rolled his eyes, speeding up his pace to match the machine's

"And you're still so very mature." Despite his sarcastic comment, Light upped L's speed right back. Of course L wasn't one to be outdone, and quickly returned the gesture as he tried to keep up. The exchange continued until L finally retaliated by cranking the knob all the way up, causing Light to topple off of the treadmill with a yelp.

Of course he would have felt much more victorious if the boy hadn't grabbed the handcuff chain on the way down and yanked it, leaving them both in a pile on the floor. At this point they were both out of breath and patience, and L declared the gym portion of their little outing to be over as he dragged Light back to the changing rooms. Light didn't protest too much as they changed back into their clothes. He couldn't exactly say he hadn't gotten his workout. He just got it…a bit quicker than he expected. At any rate, he knew fussing at the man would get him nowhere.

"Are we still getting dinner?" He couldn't help looking a little hopeful. The restaurant across the street was one of his favorites, and he wasn't about to give up a chance to go there just because he still wasn't getting along with L.

"I suppose. It's been far too long since my last piece of cake." It took all of Light's willpower not to cringe at the thought of how much cake L had eaten that day.

"The restaurant across the street from here has a nice dessert menu. Lots of cake," he offered with a saccharine smile.

"Lead the way," L shrugged, in the mood for eating rather than arguing. Light wasted no time getting to the restaurant, and managed to get them a seat somewhat away from the disturbed looks of the other diners. Excited to finally have a nice dinner out, Light looked through the menu. While he eyed pictures of lobster and shrimp longingly, L took the small dessert menu and flipped through it. When the time came to order, Light was content with an order of shrimp and a glass of water, while L insisted on trying one of every dessert they had. When the food was brought over, Light practically had to put his plate in his lap to make room for L's feast.

"You can't possibly eat all that."

Light hoped so, anyway. Just the thought of someone ingesting so much sugar in one sitting was enough to make his stomach turn.

"I would not have ordered it if I didn't plan to eat it." At this point L's mouth was already full of some sort of pastry, and Light made a point of giving him a sickened look.

"Disgusting," he muttered, eating his shrimp. L ignored him in favor of trying to finish the mountain of sweets he had ordered in as little time as possible.

Light decided L was much more pleasant to be around when he wasn't talking.

First chapter. Yay. XD This will probably just be a little ficlet...thing. Nothing too epic yet, I just want to make sure I have the patience to get through something before I try starting a bigger one. So, leave reviews, critique me and all that. Just don't be a jerk. I'm sensitive and junk. :I