Hey all! Haven't updated this one for a while, so sorry about that :P Bet a few of you entirely forgot about it, eh? I don't mind...

Someone mentioned a while ago (real time, rather than a long time ago in a couple of chapters reasoning) taht it seemed as if I was going really slow with the plotline... I find no need to rush it. If anyone has read my story Violet Eyes, you'll note that it's taken me up till recently to even get from Wave country to Konoha, so you'll notice that i don't like rushing that much...

I do, in fact, need to get things moving though, but I'm not terribly worried about it. I know it will get done... I've actually had most of this since before last summer (2010), but I didn't have the end of it. Sux, yes, but I haven't been able to figure it out, sooo... yeah, sorry about that.

Aside from that I hope that the delay won't mean that you all will have to reread the last chapter (or not, just gives me a higher read count :D), and if you did I'll just assume that it wasn't TOO scarring of an experience...

HOPE YOU ENJOY THE CHAPTER! PLEASE REVIEW!

ENJOY!

Chapter 3: Cause of Death: Idiocy

When L had crept into the classroom a few scant minutes before class started, he'd scanned the room, noting all of the 'unique' styles of dress of the other students as well as the assortment of art supplies set around the room… not organized in a way that he'd have set it up, but then, he wasn't the teacher.

The teacher himself looked to be hardly older than the students he taught, with an offensively orange topped head and eyes too small for his face. He was standing beside what L assumed to be his desk, a crowd of students surrounding him as he gestured about something or other. What an ugly colour of orange…

L felt his eye twitch.

Most of the students were milling about, getting easels and canvases and sketchbooks out and set up around a stage in the middle of the room, a few setting cushions on the floor space around it.

So that's where the model will be…

L was slightly curious about Life Drawing. The possibility of having someone get the chance to leak his identity hadn't ever been something he'd considered doing before, and this gave him a perfect chance to try this out without the possibility of the model revealing anything they had no right to reveal. He was Ryuuzaki Hideki here, not L. He was simply a young male interested in art and wanted to continue working on it… the fact that he was, to the university at least, a very rich young man who so happened to have donated a couple thousand dollars to each department didn't matter. That was a convenient plus to the situation.

Continuing his scan of the room, there was one area that stood out from the rest (he should know, his career being to create compositions). A slightly isolated corner of the room, near the door, sparsely populated by the students that seemed to swarm in the room sat what L assumed to be a student, or maybe a graduate, reclining against the wall.

Posture slack, but with a graceful control that kept him from slouching, he had soft brown hair that fell artfully around his smooth and classically handsome face, broad shoulders that filled his crisp and obviously ironed white shirt, and long legs stretched out in stylishly faded jeans that L had to wonder if he had tailored to him.

Beside the Adonis of a man sat another, avidly chatting to him. Wavy black hair and an expression so open it must hurt, L had to wonder why exactly he was with the caramel haired man, and why he was dealing with him.

Moving that problem to the back of his mind, L found a seat closer to the corner of the room, slightly out of the way but in a position to see the platform clearly, even if someone should sit on the floor in front of him.

I wonder where the model is…

The orange topped teacher moved to the 'front' of the class, quieting the murmur of voices.

"As I told you before, we have a new model for today. Today's model is different from our previous ones and I hope that you'll be able to find inspiration when drawing him." And with that, he gestured towards the corner where the Adonis is.

Hmm, different? I hope he isn't going to have that wavy haired enthusiastic dumbass be the model. But a glance showed that the annoyance had left, and—oh my—the Adonis was standing up.

He stood, eyes like melted honey sweeping the room with studied indifference, and smiled slightly. A couple girls around the room sighed. L couldn't blame them; he wanted to do so himself.

He walked—no glided—towards the center platform and smiled around the room, giving a smooth voiced introduction, Light Yagami, and gave no sign of continuing in his sweet voice.

Ignoring the orange haired teacher and his talk about how Light-kun was apparently different from the other models, something L thought was a bit redundant; L took the time to examine the model longer. Auburn, perfectly arranged locks topped his smooth face. Almond eyes, both in shape and colour, above regal cheekbones, a nose neither too long, short, wide nor narrow to be considered unattractive above pinkish almost pouty lips. His skin glowed with the slight tan of someone who spent a good amount of time outside, but his eyes told of enough intelligence to tell L that he wasn't what many consider to be a sport bound 'jock', as well as the smoothness that denied any roughness that would have accumulated from windy outdoor sports.

Abruptly, any modest examinations were interrupted when this Light character tilt his head downwards slightly and start unbuttoning his white shirt, starting in on his pants immediately afterwards, soon clad only in his boxers, and then not even that.

L noticed that he started with the top buttons of his shirt, telling of no false modesty had he started from the bottom. L would have dismissed this had he donned a shirt under it, but he had apparently forgone that. A smoothly toned chest that carried the sandy colouring of his face was revealed, making L wonder at once if it was his natural skin tone as well as if the lack of false modesty was because of an awareness of his appearance. Dusty brown nipples drew L's eyes to his Pecs, and even as he watched, they peaked and hardened into nubs in the cooler air.

His almost shameless disrobing answered both questions; yes it was his natural skin tone, and unless it was a procedure he was used to, Light-kun was apparently very aware of how his body had little to no flaws.

The pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and slipped off in a smooth motion (L had to wonder if EVERYTHING he did had to be smoothly done), and socks were removed with hardly a pause, making even that act seem graceful. Clothes were folded neatly (probably to keep any unsightly wrinkles from forming) and set to the side. There was a barely perceptible pause as Light-kun hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his boxers (I wonder if anyone else noticed that…?) and then they were pulled off and folded along with the rest of his clothes.

That slight hesitation told L a couple of things, one of which was that this Light wasn't used to having to be naked in front of people… interesting…

There was a moment of silence where everyone supposedly gazed at the expanse of flesh exposed, and Light-kun walked (strutted/glided… how does he do that?) the few steps to the podium… and thus L's examination resumed. Though with a decidedly less modest thought progress that would have made anyone else embarrassed to be thinking. But, seeing as how it WAS L, he was only mildly impressed that Light-kun had managed to get this thought process flowing… as well as the interesting amount of blood flowing southward… I don't believe I've ever gotten an erection from a man before…

Smooth muscle flexed underneath model skin as Light-kun made his way onto the platform, arms moving to their position as the orange top instructed (is that an eye roll? Must be because of the tame position… hmm, I can think of a couple positions I'd like him in).

To L's luck, Light was more or less facing him (though I'm sure the view from behind is as good), so his observations could continue.

Strong wide shoulders, sleek physique, washboard abs, a treasure trail leading to a patch of curls that tell that no, he doesn't dye his hair, long legs that are saved from being feminine by chorded muscle… the stirring heat in L's groin intensified, and he shook his head slightly to snap out of the daze that the gorgeous male in front of him had put him under.

How out of character for me…

L pulled out his sketch pad, setting it up on an easel so he could keep his seated position, and pulled a pencil with a lighter lead shade from… somewhere, and started out his sketch.

The other students were working with the basic rules of measurement, and L went over them in his own head even as he skipped over them.

This Life drawing is easy… and he's such a… pleasure to draw… an idea started to form in L's mind, but he pushed it to the back of his mind to explore later, along with the accumulating fantasies that involved the model.

(*1) The best way to draw a model, as the books L had read said, was by measuring with a part of the models anatomy (should I use his-? No, that would simply take too much time even if he isn't small, and would be too much of a distraction), usually the head. This is usually done by extending your arm straight and getting the measurements of the models head between your thumb and forefinger. A standing model of average height (Light-kun seemed to be around 'average' height, if a little taller), is approximately 7 head lengths tall, and two head lengths wide at the shoulders. Moving down, with the models actual head as a start, the neck ends approximately two thirds to a half a head length down, at which point the measurement for the two head lengths wide, one head length for each shoulder. This varies from each model and body type.

Continuing on, the belly button of the model would be approximately (again from the top of the head) at the bottom of three head lengths down. Another head length down (that would be 4 head lengths from the top of the body) is where the crotch line is located (hmm, I wonder how many lengths it would take for Light-kun to get to my crotch line…). The width of the hips, waist and chest varies from each model and body type, and can be measure by head lengths or by using another part of the body for the measurement.

The knees are approximately (*2) one and a half head lengths below the crotch line (so at 6.5 head lengths down from the top of the head), and the ankles are around 1/3 head lengths up from the bottom of the 7th head length (Light-kun's ankles are sexy too… he's a very tricky man…).

Moving back up to the shoulders, the arms are the next measurements that are described.

The upper arm, extending from the shoulder to the elbow, ends at the same point as the bellybutton, told above at three heads down. The forearm, extending between the elbow and the wrist, ends at approximately the same place as the crotch line. The tip of the fingers on the hands ends approximately half way down the thigh.

By the time that the other students were finishing with a vague outline of Light, L was already well into shading the slight curves and contours that were so generously displayed.

It was kind of disappointing for L that Light-kun had to stick to such a simple stance, but he comforted himself with the thought that surely the hair-dye-crazy 'teacher' would probably get Light to get into some more… flexible poses.

And oh, did Light-kun look as if he'd be able to do so many flexible positions.

I wonder if he does yoga… that would be interesting…

L finished his full body picture in a short amount of time, and a glance around the room at the movements of the other students showed that they would be done by the time limit, and only a small percentage of those before then.

Deciding that, while sitting here and staring at the artistic dream that was Light Yagami would be very pleasant, getting another drawing done of him would be in order.

Hmm, what to do… I could do isolations for any body part that I want… hmm, while that part is tempting, I believe that the light play on Light's face is interesting right now.

So L went to a new page and continued sketching, managing several drawings in a couple different mediums before the orange haired male called time.

L smiled as Light set up for his next pose.

This was turning out to be a rather… insightful class.

Wow is this boring…

Light truly wondered if there was ever such a mind numbing experience as listening to Matsuda ramble about… something (frankly, Light didn't care to know), and lo and behold, a contestant!

The fact that it was SUGGESTED by Matsuda spoke volumes.

While this modeling job may have sounded impressive to the less intelligent and more appearance focused and to the more vapid populace, it was a lot of doing nothing.

Well, nothing as in staying still for prolonged amounts of time anyway.

There's nothing to do but stand and think… oh, and try not to shift around too much.

Hell, I did this as a change of pace, for me to get my mind on other things. But instead, I have nothing to focus on! The only way this is a change of pace is that instead of trying to move forward, I'm standing still!

He could feel his left leg cramping up slightly, and he moved to rest his weight on his right instead. Glancing around, Light noticed the incessant amount of giggles coming from the mostly female class. Most everyone from his perspective had a flush high in their cheeks.

Perverts…

They were all dressed 'artistically' (as he'd noted beforehand), as if that would make a difference in their art. As if dressing like the current cliché 'unique' people, they themselves would be unique. One girl, in the front to the right, was wearing tight black jeans, a bright lime green tank top, and a Barbie pink frilly tutu. Her hair looked like it was styled from some Star Wars movie, and her face had enough makeup to make Lady Gaga wince. As it is, Lady Gaga herself made Light wince. If only Sayu hadn't tried to 'educate' Light musically in return for the free math tutorials, he wouldn't be able to make that kind of internal comment. Why she thought that this would be adequate, he didn't know, but his eardrums cursed her for it.

The girl's flush could be seen, even under all the makeup, and when she looked up from her ogling and met his eyes, she stared and then collapsed, a trail of blood staining her tank top a brownish red colour.

Yep, all of them are perverts.

Particularly the strange student with the dark eyes.

When he'd first noticed him, all he'd noticed was that he was dressed fairly normally—if a little sloppily.

Old baggy jeans and a wrinkled, long sleeved white shirt. He had a mass of dark hair, tousled as if he'd rolled out of bed. That was certainly a possibility, Light thought, given the overall wrinkled appearance of his clothing…

He had large eyes, lacking the tilt that would show him to be a local, unless he was of mixed heritage, and from this distance all Light could tell was that they were black.

—well, black, and either he had a penchant for putting on black eyeliner or he had a severe sleeping problem.

AND he was staring.

Yes, yes, it was a given that to draw something—or someone as the case may be— there is staring involved, and even when Light wasn't standing there naked, he was used to being stared at—to a point that is…

But this guy… well he took the cake (*3) with his staring.

His eyes took in details like a sponge did water, eyes flicking everywhere and hands moved with careful precision on the material before him, holding the pencil oddly between his thumb, index, and middle fingers.

All through this, he was perched in one of the most uncomfortable positions Light could imagine being in while sitting in a chair, with legs curled to his chest, he seemed totally comfortable drawing Light, something that no one else in the class seemed to be capable of.

In fact, the guy seemed more than comfortable, the pervert…

Light let his eyes drift for a moment, until they landed on the orange haired 'teacher'. Their eyes met for a moment, and red exploded in the man's cheeks and from his nose.

Ugh, the dumbass with the orange hair was still flushing at every other look, and it had been what? Twenty minutes already?

His eyes continued to drift around what he could see of the room without moving his head, landing on the insomniac every once in a while, but otherwise let his mind wander for the last minutes of the pose.

"TIME!" the orange haired teacher called out, his voice breaking half way through the enthusiastically shouted word.

Light sighed and shook out his arms and rolled his shoulders to keep his muscles warmed up, wondering once again how the dumbass managed to get a job…

Then again, I've never held art as a particularly mindful career, so the school hiring this dumbass is proving my point…

Light was directed into a new pose after five minutes, where the students put away their drawings, got new materials and stretched themselves.

Light laughed to himself as a good deal of both the guys and girls of the class were stretching 'provocatively', staring intently at him as he drank a glass of water that the orange haired teacher (what was his name again…?) had nervously handed to him.

Light had managed to go through years of yoga classes, once again with fit, attractive, flexible girls (and some not so), and he'd been able to 'restrain' himself, so it was laughable that he'd be even remotely interested in these trying-too-hard-to-be-unique art kids were going to tempt him at all.

Light stopped looking at the black haired panda man (with those bags, he could also be considered a raccoon…), ignoring the fact that he'd even been looking at him for any length of time, and got into the next pose.

Light noted with a roll of his eyes that this pose was a bit more risqué, and already the people in front of him were knocked out with browning red ruining their already tasteless shirts.

Gripping his elbows loosely behind his back, Light knelt on the platform and carefully lay back so that his back was arched and his elbows and opposite hands were near to his ankles. Light decided to have his eyes closed for this one, once the two girls and one guy sitting in the desks in his line of sight alternatively splayed their legs (eugh, three stupid students, two nasty thongs and a boner in a pair of jeans…) and rubbed themselves.

Not something he wanted to see.

But the panda…

Light didn't know why the Panda was so fascinating, but he was. Maybe because, though he was with this group of failures, he had intelligent eyes. Maybe it was because he had such a disregard for clothing and appearances, so different from Light's own attitude, that it was a way to study a different culture.

Culture shock sounded about right.

He was so off… so off the mark that Light couldn't stop looking. Like a crowd watching a car crash, or watching someone's house burn down. Though it was horrendous to look at, you couldn't look away for long.

That must be it…

But no, Light had seen people worse dressed before, and who looked like instead of rolling out of bed after a long night, they'd climbed out of a bathtub, and had gone out after paying homage to the porcelain god beside their impromptu 'bed'.

He seemed intelligent, yet dressed like a slob.

He was a perverted insomniac, yet had wide, almost innocent looking eyes.

He looked like a quirky main character…

Light heard some creepy laughing, as well as some sighs of contentment, and forced himself not to scowl. Instead, he thought of various ways to kill them all in horrible accidents…

But even as he was thinking on it, his practical side was wondering if he really wanted to go to prison on charges of murder.

Of course, if he hired someone to come into the classroom with a machete and chop up everyone into indistinguishable masses of blood and gore to the extent that it would need dental records to sort out who was who, it would certainly be suspicious that he was the only one not chopped up.

For that matter, it would probably be easy to question the machete wielder and get who hired him/her, unless he hired yet another person to assassinate the person, but tha would just start a vicious cycle, and bring up the money issue.

Again.

So how could he kill so many people without getting himself into trouble?

For one thing, regardless of how he did it, there was the issue about how to keep the authorities from connecting him to the murders.

If he only killed all the idiots in this class, it would be pretty fucking obvious what connected them.

So that would mean that he would either have to kill others in the same way, people who were totally unconnected…

But how would you choose who to kill?

It wasn't like he could kill all the idiots…

"TIME!"

Light stopped a scowl from coming to his face.

He was getting somewhere—where he didn't know—and this asshole derailed his train of thought.

Light got up and stretched lightly, listening as the orange teacher told the class that there was one more pose until the end of class, and that this time there will be a break for Light in the middle, so that the students would have more time on their piece.

Light was slightly surprised at how quickly time had passed, and after a moment feeling out for any cramps, decided that he would definitely have to do some stretches.

Just from the last pose he could feel his leg muscles complaining.

Light shrugged his shoulders to loosen the muscle there, and wondered if other nude models actually got changed for the short, five minute breaks between sketches.

When the orange haired teacher (seriously, what was his name?) came over to sing him praises, still not able to meet his eyes, he sighed to himself and tried to look interested as he told him what his next pose would be, and if that would be okay with him…

Maybe he would be able to think more on how to kill these idiots during the next pose.

L smiled as he stared at Light-kun. He'd gotten in several drawings from the last pose, and he knew that if he had the inclination he could easily make some money selling the pictures to some pornographic company.

But L had no intention of doing that anytime soon…

Light-kun was truly a pleasure to draw, and it seemed that he was extremely… flexible, at least if his comfort in the last pose was anything to go by.

L didn't have much (any, really) experience in drawing live figures, but even he could tell how difficult it must be to stay in one position for more than five minutes without fidgeting in the least.

But Light-kun stayed perfectly still, chest moving evenly with breath, but not enough to cause a great change.

It seemed that Light-kun was well endowed with more than just the obvious…

It would be interesting to have a conversation with him… if he managed to keep a half-interesting conversation, it would be somewhat a blessing. L wasn't about to put much hope in him being even near his level of intelligence, but if he was smarter than, say at leats everyone in this class, if not everyone who worked in the building (something he would be able to easily tell), he might be interesting for more than physical reasons.

L's stomach growled slightly and he pulled out a cherry lollipop, thinking of something else that would make him even more interesting.

It would be good if Light-kun could bake as well… Watari buys the best, but it would be beneficial if he could go straight to the source.

L felt something below the belt bob in agreement, and he grinned around the stick.

He really wanted a light truffle cake, but supposed it could wait…

For now.

TBC

(*1) parameters for figure drawing= this is actually how my art teacher taught us how to draw models… it was extremely embarrassing to have to continually take measurements, so I did most of my measurements in the beginning and did a bunch of approximations… if it looked off, then I'd measure, but otherwise, it's all good :P

(*2) approximately= wow I'm saying that a lot but that's all that it is… approximations

(*3) took the cake= oh, Light… if only you knew how true that statement was, if only literally… :P thhpt, ignore dorkishness!

Okay, hope you enjoyed that, and hopefully I'll be able to have more happen in the next chapter :P

OH! And I have an idea for the next pose, but if anyone has any pose that they'd like to suggest, I'm open :D Also open to anyone sending links to interesting fan drawings of Light, or even sending a link to a pic of a statue or something that is in a pose that you'd like to 'see' in this :3 Either helps, really :D

Please review! Hope you enjoyed enough to do that ;)

~Doodled93~