Walk-In

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Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga), Death Note & Related Fandoms
Relationship: L/Yagami Light
Character: L (Death Note), Yagami Light, Watari | Quillsh Wammy, Yagami
Souichirou, Amane Misa
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Age Play, Diapers,
Stuffed Toys, Teddy Bears, Humiliation, Mind Games, Crying, L Needs
a Hug (Death Note), Autistic L (Death Note), Yagami Light is Kira,
Blackmail, Non-Consensual Touching, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy
Cuddles, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Thumb-
sucking, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light is not Good, at
least at first, He gets better, Spanking, Corporal Punishment, Sickfic,
Sick Character, Wetting, Bed-Wetting, Misa is a Bitch, I don't like her, L
Has Feelings (Death Note), Sleepy L is Best L, L is a Little Shit (Death
Note), Yagami Light is a Little Shit, Protective Yagami Light,
Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, L
is Bad at Feelings, but he is trying, Pacifiers, Honestly how has
Pacifiers not been marked as a common tag???, there are 46 pages of
stories with the tag Pacifiers, I do not understand, Other Additional
Tags to Be Added, Non-Sexual Submission, Non-Sexual Intimacy,
bottles, Age Play Little L (Death Note), Age Play Caregiver Light
Yagami, Cute L (Death Note), Alive L (Death Note), Submissive L
(Death Note)
Stats: Published: 2020-11-21 Updated: 2021-04-28 Chapters: 19/? Words:
53162

Walk-In
by silenceisdeafening

Summary

Light finds out that L uses age regression as a way to cope with stress. Light uses this
information to humiliate and blackmail L. But what happens when Light starts to like taking
care of L, and L likes it when Light takes care of him.
 Little
Chapter Summary

Light finds out L is a little.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

L sighed relief as the Kira Task Force members left the hotel room. The past week had been
stressful, with Watari leaving midway through the week because of issues at Wammy’s and the
emergence of a second Kira. He needed to regress so bad. He could feel the pull in the back of his
mind, and the thoughts of his stuffies and diapers and his pacifier and watching cartoons had been
distracting today. So distracting that even Matsuda noticed his odd behavior and asked if he was
okay. L, of course, had said that he was fine and demanded that Matsuda get back to work.

Now that he was alone, L saved all the work on his laptop and put it on a charge. He rushed to his
room in the hotel. He closed the door but was too excited to regress that he did not lock the door.
He was alone, anyway. L quickly walked over to the closet. The closet housed a couple of sweaters
that did not look too “babyish,” and a couple of sweatpants, and a pair of leggings.

L picked his dinosaur sweater. He wanted to be a dinosaur! It was light blue with a picture of a
green t-rex. The sleeves, hood, and down the back had fabric spikes. There was also a pouch that L
kept his pacifier in when it was not in his mouth or on his pacifier clip. He did not want to lose his
only pacifier. He loved it.

Speaking of his pacifier, L turned toward his safe, where he kept his move “babish” items. He
tapped in his passcode 5011933*. L reached into his safe and pulled out his green pacifier. The
button of the pacifier said, “mute button.” He stuck the pacifier in his mouth and suckled. L felt
himself start to slip. As much as he did not want to, he knew that he had to fight it just a little
longer to get dressed.

L knew that he was going to regress very “young” tonight and would need a diaper. He didn’t want
to have an accident. So, he pulled out one of his few diapers. He would need to order some more,
but that was a big boy L thing to do. Right now, L just wanted to be little.

The boy then took off his pants and boxers then layed down. L suckled his pacifier a little harder
as he concentrated on taping his diaper on his hips so that it fit snuggly. No leaks. L stood up,
needing to stand with his legs a little further apart. The boy smiled when he heard the crinkle; it
made him feel so tiny. L then took off his shirt, struggling slightly because his limbs were starting
to feel clumsy and awkward. He was able to get his shirt off and threw it toward the hamper. The
boy put on his dinosaur sweater.

“Rawr,” L giggled once he successfully put on his sweater.

“Sakura,” the baby called, taking out his panda bear teddy along with his fuzzy dinosaur blankie.
He had her since he was a small child, and Watari gave him the panda. She was his bestest friend
ever. He loved her.
“Sowwy no cuddles,” L apologized, holding her close to his chest. He had not been able to regress
for weeks, so he was not able to cuddle with Sakura for those weeks. He did not like that and
wanted to snuggle with her forever.

“Wets gets miwkies, Sakura,” L said, taking his bottle out of his safe. He then waddled toward the
mini-fridge and placed Sakura and his blanket on top of it. The baby pulled out chocolate milk and
carefully poured it into his bottle. No matter how careful L was, he accidentally spilled a couple of
drops onto the counter.

“Oh no,” L mumbled. He first put away the chocolate milk and screwed the lid onto his bottle
before he waddled to the bathroom and got a washcloth to clean up his mess.

“Alw done,” L mumbled, throwing the washcloth toward the hamper.

“Does Sakura wanna watch ‘toons?” L asked. He held the bear to his ear, “yeah!” L exclaimed.

“Wets build a nest,” L suggested. He left his bottle on the counter to retrieve after he was down
building his nest. He picked up Sakura and walked over to the bed. He unmade the bed, throwing
the pillows on the floor and pulling the comforter and thin sheet off of the bed. He placed Sakura
on the bed so that she could watch.

The baby got couch cushions off of the couch in the room and brought them to a corner of the
room. He placed two of them on the floor and one against the wall. That would make a good
foundation. He then took the thin sheet and placed it on the foundation. L put the pillows from the
bed on the sheet. He put a couple of the pillows where he would put his head. He put the others
around the border.

L hummed thoughtfully and suckled on his pacifier harder. He wanted more pillows and blankies,
but there were no more pillows or blankies in his room. So, he would have to leave his room. That
thought made his tummy twist with anxiety. He did not like to leave this room (or any room he
deemed as his) when he was a baby. No one was supposed to know that he had this side to him.
But no one but L was in the hotel room; not even Watari was here right now. L was all alone, so it
should be safe to leave his room to get more pillows and blankies.

So, L left the room, looking down the hall nervously. He quickly gathered multiple pillows and
blankies and rushed back to his room. He closed his door.

“Gots mowe piwwows and bwankies,” L told Sakura as he walked over to his nest. He dropped his
supplies. He took several of the pillows and placed them in his nest. He took the comforter from
off of his bed and put it on top of the pillows and tucked it under the couch cushions on the floor.
He took several blankets and layered them on top of each other, leaving the fuzzy ones on the top.
He loved fuzzy blankies!

“Alw done!” L exclaimed, clapping and taking his panda bear and placing her on the nest, “wait,
hewe. I gets baba and bwankie and waptop.”

L did as he promised. He laid down on his blankie nest, covering himself with his dinosaur blankie
and curling up into a ball. He snuggled with Sakura and said, “we watches Guppies,” L said,
turning on his favorite cartoon.

He took out his pacifier, placing it on the pillow. He placed the nipple of his bottle in his mouth
and suckled. He hummed as the sweetness of the chocolate milk hit his tongue. He loved it.

L drank from his bottle until it was all gone. L whined and pouted when his milk was all gone. He
did not want it to be all gone, but he also did not want to leave his nest of warmth and comfort. So,
he set his bottle aside on the floor to fill later when he got thirsty.

The baby put his pacifier in his mouth and snuggled Sakura a little tighter. He looked at the bright
fishies on his screen, giggling when they did something silly (and they were very silly) and singing
along to their songs. It was the bestest time ever! He never ever wanted to leave his room or even
his nest, but he would need to tomorrow. Knowing this, he enjoyed it while he could.

“God damnit,” Light muttered to himself, feeling his pockets. His phone was not there. He must
have left it in the hotel room. The man sighed.

“What’s wrong, Light?” his father asked, an eyebrow raised at his son’s language.

“I think I forgot my phone in the hotel room,” Light explained.

“That’s not like you.”

“I know,” Light muttered, not wanting to hear it. He had enough pressure on him from L that he
did not need it from anyone else. “Can I take the spare car and go get it, please?”

“Go ahead, but come right back,” his father said, handing him the keys to the spare car. Light gave
his thanks and left the house.

“Hey, hey Light-o, can I drive?” Ryuk asked, flying next to the car.

“Notta chance,” Light said with a smirk. There was no way in Hell he was going to risk a
Shinigami crashing his parent’s car. Light rolled up the window when Ryuk started whining.

While he was driving to the hotel, his thoughts drifted to L, as they did often since he killed Lind
L. Tailor, but today his thoughts went to L’s strange behavior. Well, L was always strange with his
sitting position, constant eating of sweets, refusal to wear anything but a long-sleeve white shirt
and baggy blue jeans, biting his nails, lack of social skills, and plain rudeness. Today, however, L
was not acting like L. He was incredibly distractible all day, which he was usually the exact
opposite of. L was able to sit for hours in the same position and work because of his hyperfocus.
The older man even stared out of the widow, and Aizawa yelled at him because of it. L had looked
upset about getting yelled at (Light is pretty sure that he is the only one that noticed). Light
smirked as he remembered the sad face. It was nice to know that something could make L show
emotion. But it was still strange, Aizawa had yelled at him several times, and L never showed an
ounce of emotion toward it before. He just ignored it. Why was he upset by it now?

Light shook his head. That did not matter. All Light needed was information that would lead to L’s
real name so that he could write it down. Light smirked as he thought of the smaller man dying.
Once he had L out of the way, he would have the world.

Light pulled up to the hotel and ran up to the room. Hopefully, he could get in and out without too
many words with L.

“Ryuzaki,” Light shouted into the hotel room. L was nowhere in sight, but Light kept talking,
assuming that L went to go get cake, “I forgot my phone. Ah, here it is,” Light picked his phone up
and put it in his back pocket.
He still received no answer from L, which was strange to him. He expected at least a response
back, if not a couple of teases about forgetting his phone, “Ryuzaki?” Light questioned, “must be
asleep,” for once.

Light was about to turn his back and walk out of the room when he noticed that the room looked
different. It took a second to realize that it was because several of the blankets and pillows that
were always in the same place every day were missing. Light had questions appear in his mind
again. L had an insistence on sameness and never changed his behavior unless absolutely
necessary. So, why was he changing so much in one day? It was so strange. What could his
motives be? Was he trying to throw Light off somehow? Well, if that was his goal, Light was not
going to let him.

Just as he turned his back to leave, he heard a giggle. Light paused, then heard it again. It was
coming from a room down the hall.

“Please tell me you heard that too,” Light said, looking at Ryuk, who had been following him the
whole time.

“Yep,” Ryku said, “sounds like a kid.”

Light nodded in agreement. He walked toward the room where he heard the giggling. He stopped
outside the room and put an ear on the door. He heard muffled, cheery, high pitched voices that
could only be from a child's show. They were singing about… lunch. Did L have a kid in the hotel?
If he did, where in the world was L?

Light slowly opened the door, as to not scare the kid if L did have a kid. When Light looked inside
the room, he saw that it was not a kid at all, but L.

L was under a blanket with dinosaurs all over it and had a pacifier in his mouth and a stuffed panda
bear and was watching a children's show with a smile and looked happy. What in the world was
going on? Light opened the door a little more.

L noticed more light coming into the room. His eyes widened, and he tensed. Someone found him.
L whimpered. He did not want to look over. Maybe if he stayed very, very still whoever was there
would go bye-bye.

"Ryuzaki," L recognized that voice. It was Light. L sat up. He snapped out of his regressed
mindstate, but he was not quite in his adult headspace. He was somewhere in between. It was an
odd headspace to be in, but he could not be little around Light.

"Ryuzaki, what's going on? What are you doing?" Light asked as he walked into the room slightly.
He kept his voice calm, quiet, and a somewhat higher-pitched voice that one would use with a
child.

L did not say anything but took the pacifier out of his mouth, stuffed it under the pillow, and closed
the laptop. He brought his knees to his chest, covering his diaper area with his blankie.

"Hey, don't hide from me," Light said in the same voice.

L made a face at the voice. He was not sure what emotions ran through him; there were too many.

"Go away, Light," L demanded through gritted teeth.

'Oh, getting angry, are we?' Light thought, trying (and succeeding) to not smirk.
"I just want to know what is going on. I mean, I knew you were strange, Ryuzaki, but not this
strange," Light told him, walking closer.

"I don't owe you an explanation!" L shouted, tears clouding his vision, "go away!"

L knew that he should not be letting himself get this emotional. But he was just ripped from his
headspace, which already made him emotional, and was not entirely an adult yet, and Light was
being mean to him. He wanted Light to go away forever and leave him alone.

"Hey, hey," Light said in a soothing voice, though he was reveling in the tears in L's eyes, "there's
no need to shout."

L knew that if it were anyone else, specifically Watari, speaking to him in that tone right now in
the mindset he was in, it would have been comforting. But not from Light. Light was Kira. They
were enemies. Light would probably use this information against him. He could see the gleam in
Light's eyes. He was enjoying this.

"I will not ask you again, Light, go away," L said in a calmer voice even though all of his instincts
were screaming at him to run away and get out. There were not many places that he could go
(especially in just a sweater and a diaper) that Light could not follow.

"C'mon, Ryuzaki, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just wanna chat," Light said, noticing the
slight tremors in L's body and how wound up he was.

'He's going to bolt,' Light thought to himself, trying to think of a way to prevent that from
happening.

The closer Light got, the more that L’s mind was shouting at him to run, but he did not listen. He
needed to stay calm, or at least appear calm on the outside.

“I do not want to chat with you,” L said, turning his body away from Light and toward the
bathroom. It would be so easy to hide in there until Light got bored and decided to leave. He could
deal with Light tomorrow, but not tonight, “please go away.”

L sounded close to having a breakdown, and won’t that be sweet, watching the Great L have a
meltdown.

“Oh, come on, Ryuzaki,” Light said as he kneeled down next to L, not missing the slight hitch in
his breath as he did so. A tear escaped L’s eye, Light reached out with a tender hand to brush it
away, but L shoved his hand back.

“Don’t be like that, Ryuzaki,” Light said, face remaining neutral while his insides twisted in
annoyance, “I just wanna help.”

“You’re Kira,” L stated, leaning away from Light. He did like that Light was this close. It made his
heart pound against his ribcage. He felt trapped. He needed to get away.

“I’m Kira because I want to help you,” Light asked, inserting hurt into his tone.

“I don’t need your help,” L said, “and yes, you are Kira.”

“I’m not Kira,” Light said, putting as much compassion into his voice as possible, “and that’s what
friends do, right? They help each other.”

That was a lie; they were not friends. They could not be friends. L wanted to tell Light that, but he
did not get the chance when Light touched his shoulder. L jumped back, not because the touch did
not feel good, the opposite. The touch felt very good and warm, and that is why he needed to push
away. He could not let Light get this close.

“No,” L ment from it to sound like a demand, but it sounded more like a plea, “don’t touch me.”

“Why not?” Light asked. While it would be fun to see L have a breakdown, they did not need that
right now. He needed L to believe that Light wanted to help him, at least for now. At least long
enough so he could get pictures. He could call it a prank.

“Because I don’t want you to!” L said, making a move to get up, more tears streaming down his
face. Light stood as well.

“Calm down, L,” Light said, looking L up and down. He had to admit, the outfit (or lack of one)
was cute, “I’m not going to do anything to you.”

L was not listening; his mind was now frantic, telling him that he needed to get away. He made a
move to run into the bathroom, but he felt Light grab his wrist. L’s tummy gave a sharp twist at
that, and he felt nausea crash into him like a wave. L let out a sob at the feeling. He did not want
Light touching him, but he was being mean and doing it anyway. Did Mr. Yagami ever teach Light
to keep his hands to himself?

“Let go!” L shouted, now frantic, trying to pull his arm out of Light’s grasp, “let me go!”

“I can’t do that. Not until you calm down,” Light said, now slightly worried that L was going to
hurt himself. He did not want that.

“No!” L screeched, hysterically trying to fight against Light.

“L calm-” Light was cut when L landed a powerful kick to his shin. Light gasped, and the pain
made him loosen his grip on L’s wrist just enough for L to get it free. L ran to the bathroom and
closed and locked the door behind him.

Once he was safely alone in the bathroom, L broke down into sobs. The boy brought his knees to
his chest and buried his head in his knees. Anxiety crashed into him over and over again, causing
his chest to tighten painfully and made his breathing difficult. Nausea overcame him, and he barely
made it to the toilet before he threw up. It was not often that he threw up due to anxiety. There
were only a handful of times that L could think of. L continued to sob through the retching until his
body did not have anything else to give. L whimpered as he dry heaved, nothing coming up
anymore.

Once he was sure his body was done, L fell back so that he was sitting on his bottom with knees
pulled up. L whimpered, his throat hurt, and now his diaper was all squishy. He did not even
realize that he had to go potty. He wished he had his pacifier and his Sakura and his blankie. He
was suddenly very cold and tired, and he knew that it was because he just got sick. L sniffled and
continued to cry into his knees. He would need to wait until Light went away before he could have
any of those things.

“Little brat,” Light muttered under his breath as he held his shin. He could hear L’s sobs, and
while they should sound heart-wrenching, Light could not believe that those cries were coming
from an adult, let alone L. The man could not help be feel annoyed.

“Got your ass handed to you by a kid, Light-o. Hyuk hyuk,” Ryuk laughed.
“He’s not a kid,” Light whispered, not sure if L could hear him over all the noise that he was
making, but not wanting to take the chance.

“Then what’s all this?” Ryuk asked, pointing his claw toward the mound of blankets, terribly
curious about what this interesting human could be hiding.

“Age regression,” Light said, going over where L was lying down. The panda toy was left
abandoned, and an empty bottle with a little bit of brown liquid was left in it. Light reached under
the pillow and pulled out the pacifier. "Who knew the Great Detective L had a little space," Light
said with a smirk, putting the pacifier in his pocket.

Ryuk, who had no idea what Light was talking about but decided to go along with it anyway,
"what are you planning on doing?" he asked, knowing that look on Light's face.

"Hmm, you'll see," Light said.

Light then winced as he heard retching from the bathroom. L was throwing up. Was it because he
was so upset? Light pushed down the pang of guilt that ran through his chest. It was not his fault
that L worked himself up so much. There was also the possibility that L was sick. He did not feel
warm or act like he did not feel good. So, it was more likely that it was his nerves.

Light needed to at least pretend that he wanted to help the other man, so he left the bedroom to get
a glass of water for L. There was no doubt in Light's mind that L's throat would hurt him.

Once he entered the room again, Light heard tiny cries still coming from the bathroom, but L
sounded calmer now. Maybe he would listen.

Light gently knocked on the bathroom door, "hey, Ryuzaki, open the door, please," Light said,
inserting compassion and tenderness into his voice.

"No," L groaned.

"C'mon, man. I'm sorry I pushed you so hard. I'm sorry I made you so upset. You're just a little,
right?" Light asked, gritting his teeth at needing to apologize to L.

"You know," L sniffled. He sounded shooked.

"Yeah," Light responded.

"How?" L asked.

"Let's just say I thank whoever created the incognito browser," Light joked.

"Oh," L said in understanding.

After a moment's silence, Light said, "I don't want to have this conversation through a door. Can
you please open up so that we can talk?"

"No," L denied, "I don't wanna."

"Why not?" Light already had L talking. All he needed to do was convince him to open the door,
then not scare L off again.

L muttered something the Light could not understand. Light imagined that L had his head in his
knees.
"I didn't catch that, Ryuzaki," Light said, getting angry at needing to ask L to repeat himself, and
he was not getting anywhere with him.

"I'm scared," L whined, voice shaking slightly.

Okay, that was… heartbreaking, but another side of him (the louder side of him) thought that L
should be scared of him and immensely enjoyed that L was.

"Hey, there is no need to be scared of me. I just want to help," Light said.

"Don't want help," L said, though Light could tell that he was lying. They would need to work on
that.

"You may not," Light responded, keeping up a level of understanding, "but I can't leave you alone
when you are so upset. So, please open the door and let me help. Just for tonight, okay, let me help
you just for tonight. If you never want to talk about this ever again after tonight, I promise that I'll
never bring this up again. Please let me help you for now, please?"

There was a pregnant pause; then Light heard the door unlock. Light took a couple of steps back to
give L some space.

L poked his head out of the door. His eyes and nose were red, and his eyes were glassy with tears
still trapped in them. His lower lip was trembling slightly.

He looked so pitiful. Light smiled reassuringly.

"Do you want some water?" Light said in a kind voice.

L nodded, "yes, please," he whispered, taking the glass of water (though he wanted to pout that it
was not a sippy cup). "Thank you."

L was still barely out of the bathroom. Light would need him further out, so he could so easily
scamper back into hiding. So, Light leaned down and picked up the panda bear.

"Gimme her," Light heard L whine. Light turned back toward him. L still had not moved from his
spot, but his arm was now outstretched, reaching toward his panda.

"Please," L added when Light did not hand Sakura over.

"Come get her," Light prompted as he stood up, stretching on his arm that was holding the panda.

L whined, taking a step back. He knew that Light wanted him out of the bathroom, but he did not
trust Light enough to do that, no matter how much he claimed to want to help. But he wanted
Sakura back, so the boy took a couple of tentative steps forward. When Light did not attack or
whatever he was expecting Light to do, L took a few more steps. Then a few more until he could
reach out and touch Sakura.

L took up at Light, silently asking for Sakura. Light released her, allowing L to snuggle the toy to
his chest.

"H-here," L said, handing Light the now empty glass.

"Thanks," Light smiled, taking the glass.

Thankfully, L did not try to move back. He stood in the same spot, right in front of Light, holding
the panda to his chest.
Light looked L up and down again. He looked much more at ease now that he had a comfort item.
He no longer had tears in his eyes, and he was no longer shaking. He was, nevertheless, still tense
and obviously nervous, but at least he was not freaking out anymore.

Light also noticed that the wetness indicator on the diaper was blue. L had wet the diaper. As
disgusted as Light wanted to be by that, he was not. He supposed that is what the diaper was for.

"You're wet," Light said.

L whimpered and held onto Sakura a little tighter. He nodded.

Light smiles, "well, we should probably change that."

"I can do it," L insisted, and he could, but he had to admit that someone else changing him sounded
nice.

"I bet you can," Light said, inserting a comforting tone to his voice, "but I said I wanted to help.
Would you please let me help?"

L gulped and nodded. By opening the bathroom door, he promised to let Light help. He could only
hope that Light would keep his end of the promise.

"Good," Light said, "where do you keep your diapers?"

"In the safe," L said, walking over to said safe as Light followed him. Light looked into the safe
and saw about four diapers (they would need to get more), some clothes, and a few toys. It was
nothing much but had to be L's most precious things if he was going to these lengths to protect
them.

L did not make a move to pick out a diaper, so Light picked one up. It had four owls, two blue and
two green on the front with green and blue crescent moons and stars. The rest of the diaper was
covered in blue polka dots.

It was cute.

"Okay," Light said, looking over at L, not sure how to change L. He knew how to change a baby
because of the home economics class in high school. L was much bigger than a baby, and this
diaper had four tapes instead of two. But Light was not going to let that stop him, and he did not let
his hesitation show.

"Lay down, L," Light told him, picking up baby power that L had in the safe.

"It's Ryuzaki," L muttered, nibbling on his thumb, wanting to stick it in his mouth to suckle on, but
he could not let himself become that little. Not with Light. He could not trust Light with that.
Tomorrow this would be all over.

Light simply nodded as he untapped the dirty diaper. He looked up at L to see that he was blushing
bright red. He had his panda in front of him and was rubbing its fur, and he had his thumb in his
mouth.

“Here, L,” Light said, taking the pacifier out of his pocket and handing it to L.

“Thank you,” L mumbled, taking his pacifier out of Light’s hand and popping it in his mouth.

“So, what's the panda’s name?” Light asked as L lifted his hips, and he took that diaper out from
under him.

“Sakura,” L murmured passed his pacifier.

“That’s a pretty name,” Light told him.

L smiled, “thank you.”

“Okay, lift up,” Light said, pushing the diaper under L. He sprinkled baby powder over L’s diaper
area.

“Does that feel okay?” Light asked after he taped up L’s diaper.

“Yeah,” L said, then yawned wide and rubbed his eyes. He was exhausted. The boy looked back at
his nest. He wanted nothing more than to go to his nest, curl up, and go to sleep.

“Tired?” Light asked with a smile. If he could get L to fall asleep, and if Watari was right and L
was a heavy sleeper, he would be able to take a few photos of him. It was blackmail, and he knew
that, but he could not think of a better way to humiliate L.

“Yeah,” L nodded, standing without prompting and going to his nest. He curled under his blanket
and held Sakura close to him and suckled his pacifier. He was not completely little, he could not
fully regress with Light in the room, but he was closer to being little than being a big boy.

“I’m gonna turn off the light, okay?” Light said as he watched L curl up under his blanket. He
hated to admit it, but L was kind of cute like this. Not that that fact would make him stop.

“‘Kay,” L mumbled, barely audible. He was already close to falling asleep.

Once Light shut off the lights, he went over to L. He looked down at L. There was a little bit of
city light shining in through the window so that Light could see L’s face. It looked oddly peaceful.

“What’re you doin’, Light?” L asked, forcing his eyes to open. He looked up at Light, who smiled
down at him. The smile almost looked sincere.

Light did not answer the question, just moved so that he was settled behind him. It was a tight
squeeze, but Light did not mind, especially when L squirmed beside him. Light put an arm around
L to settle him.

“What are you doing?” L asked, wanting to push Light away and demand that he go home. He
helped enough. Light could go home now. But he did not; he hated to admit it, but the touch felt
nice.

“Holding you,” Light responded, “want to help you go to sleep,”

“You’ve helped,” L said, “you can go now, Light.”

“We agreed to tonight, didn’t we?” Light asked but did not give L a chance to answer, “just relax
and go to sleep, Ryuzaki.”

L could not help but listen and close his eyes. L then heard Light start to hum something, but L did
not know what it was.

“What’s that?” L mumbled sleepily.

“Shh,” Light cooed, rubbing up and down L’s side, “go to sleep, Ryuzaki.”
 L hummed. He was so sleepy that it was easy to listen to Light.

Light smirked as he heard soft snores coming from L. He waited for about fifteen minutes before
taking out his phone. He ignored texts that he got from his father and opened his camera app.

He would only need a few photos.

Chapter End Notes

Yes, Light is a complete asshole in this one. This should be interesting because I
normally don't write Light as being an asshole. Next chapter, the blackmail and
humiliation will start. See you lovely people there.
 Blackmail
Chapter Summary

Light blackmails L.

Chapter Notes

And let the fun begin.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"Ryuzaki, it's time to wake up," L heard someone say as they shook him. L groaned and squirmed
away from the hand. He was not ready to wake up yet. He was warm and comfortable. The hand
and voice were persistent in bringing him back to the waking world.

"Not yet, Mr. Wam- Watari," L muttered, "five more minutes."

Watari chuckled, but it did not sound like Watari. It was too high-pitched and loud. Then, it hit L.
Watari was at Wammy's and would be there for at least the next week. L cracked open his eyes and
looked around his room, confused as he sometimes was after coming out of little space. Was he in
little space last night? Yeah, he had to have been. He had his pacifier in his mouth and his Sakura.
L squirmed so that he was laying on his back, and he recognized the crinkle of a diaper and felt the
wetness trapped in it. L made a noise of discontent. He would need to have a shower before
starting work. Taking a shower would help any trace of Little L go into the back of his mind until
the next time he was ready to regress again. Then he would need to put away all his little stuff and
put the blankets and pillows where they belonged. Hopefully, he could get all that done before the
Task Force came in.

"Ryuzaki," L heard again. Someone was in the room with him, and it could not be Watari. L
looked to the side and saw that Light was kneeling down next to him. The man flinched as he
remembered everything that happened the previous night. All of L's walls were up in an instant,
and his face took on an expressionless mask. Light saw the change in L and smirked.

"What are you still doing here, Light?" L asked, taking his pacifier out of his mouth.

"I accidentally fell asleep," Light lied easily, "but it's time to wake up now." Light then stood, and
L assumed that he was going to leave the room.

L did not want to stand up yet, not until Light left the room. He did not want to expose his wet
diaper or the childish thing that he was wearing, though he already knew that Light had seen them
the night before.

"What are you doing?" L asked when Light went toward the safe.

"Getting you a nice, fresh diaper," Light said, turning to L with a smile.
L's stomach twisted at the words, "What are you talking about? I don't need a diaper." L kept his
voice calm and monotone like normal. He would not get emotional like he did the previous night.
He could not allow himself to get that way again. Whatever Light was planning (and he was
planning something), L could not let him succeed.

"I know that," Light said simply, taking out one of the last diapers.

"Then, what are you doing?" L asked. He had an idea of what Light was doing, but he did not want
to give that any thought.

"I'm going to change you," Light said as if it were common sense.

L fought not to blush. What was Light going on about? There was no way that L would let him do
something like that, especially when they needed to get to work. L did not mix little space and
work. He could not risk the childish, illogical side of him coming out during work time, and that is
what would happen if he wore a diaper to work. His body and (more importantly) his mind had
been conditioned to associate diapers and his pacifier and Sakura and his blankie with regression,
of course. He needed to be an adult during work, reasonable and rational.

"No, you're not," L said, staring at Light, daring him to push the issue further.

Light smirked in a way that sent a shiver down his spine, but he kept his face carefully blank.

"I thought you would say that," Light said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He tapped at it
a few times before showing L the phone. What L saw made his stomach drop.

It was a picture of him, which was already concerning. In the photo, he had his head turned away
from the camera with his pacifier in his mouth, and Sakura held in his arms, under his chin. Light
swapped his thumb so that the phone depicted a similar photo, this time with his diaper in the
frame.

After a few very similar photos, L had enough and said, "that's enough, Yagami, delete those
photos now."

"I don't think so," Light said, moving to put his phone away, but L made a move to take the phone
out of Light's hands. Light had expected L to try and take his phone away, so he threw it so that it
landed on the bed. L turned in an instant, trying to make it to the bed, but Light grabbed his arms in
an ironclad grip.

L looked Light in the eyes, "give me the phone, Yagami," L said in a cold tone.

"You are in no position to be giving out orders," Light said, and as cliche, as it was, it was true. L
knew that. He did not have power in this situation, and he knew that. As long as Light had those
photos, he had the power. That was terrifying. L was used to having all the power and control. That
is who he remained so calm in chasing the most dangerous criminals and in confrontation. In this
situation, where someone was trying to execute power and control over him, he did not know how
to react. So, he did the only thing that he could think of. He attacked the younger man with his feet,
trying to get a solid kick like he did the night before.

Unfortunately for L, Light had predicted all of this, the confusion, anger, fear, and even the attack.
Typically, Light would have fought back to hurt, but he could not hurt L right now. If he had
bruises, that would cause too many questions from the Task Force. While they did not like L very
much, they were still detectives and would not want to see a coworker hurt, and would push until
they got answers.
"Calm down, L. I don't want to hurt you," Light said, dodging L's kicks.

"Give me the phone," L demanded, refusing to let tears enter his eyes. He would not break down in
front of Light again, but he had to admit that he was scared. He had no idea what Light was going
to do with those photos, and he could not let them get out.

Light did not answer L. He simply tripped L, making him tumble to the ground. Light kept his
hands around L's arms, using his hands to push L so that he landed face down on his stomach. His
left arm was pinned to his side and his other held behind his back upper arm and hand pointing
toward his neck. Light kneeled on the back of L's legs, weight effectively pinning L to the ground.

"Get off of me," L grunted, trying to squirm out from under the younger man. He felt trapped,
claustrophobic. His breathing picked up, and his heart rate tripled. His chest tightened. His head
became cloudy with panic. No, no, not now. He could not panic now. L took a calming breath and
shook his head, trying to chase away the anxiety gnawing at his chest. It worked for the most part,
but the anxiety stayed with him like a shadow.

"Calm down, L," Light said, in an almost calming tone, rubbing the inside of his left wrist
soothingly.

"Get off of me," L said, this time sounding desperate.

"I'll get off you as soon as you calm down and listen to me," Light said, injecting as much comfort
as he could into his tone, though it was so much fun to have this power over L. he could not wait
until L agreed to his plan. He would make it sound like a prank. He was not sure where this would
end, perhaps when L died. He would have fun while this lasted, though.

"I'm calm," L said after a few minutes of silence.

"Good," Light said, moving his legs so that they were on either side of L's. He knew that having
that amount of weight on his legs must hurt. Light smirked when L did not move an inch.

"Now listen, L, I have those photos saved multiple places, including on a thumb drive," that was a
lie, Light did not have them saved on a thumb drive yet, but L did not need to know that. "So, if
you don't want the rest of the Task Force or Watari to see them, you will do as I say."

Light wanted L to submit to him, L realized a burst of anger exploding in his chest at the
realization. L would not (could not) submit. The thought of the entire Task Force laughing at him
and losing respect for him crossed his mind, but he did not care about that. He did, however, care if
Watari found out. The thought of Watari being disgusted by how he coped with the world made L
shutter in fear. He could live without the Task Force's help or respect, but he could not live without
Watari. He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought of Watari as a father. Watari raised him
and took care of him. Watari loved him. The thought of that love being taken away was horrifying.
He would do anything to keep Watari around.

But would not, could not submit that easy, so he flipped, hard and fast, so that he was the one on
top, ignoring the slight pain in his shoulder. Light let him go mid flip, so it seemed that he did not
want to hurt L.

"I will not submit to you," L growled.

'He's like an angry puppy,' Light thought. He saw past the growl. L was scared. He did not want his
secrete revealed. It would only take a push, and he would listen to Light.

With this knowledge, Light pushed L off of him and walked toward the bed. L was after him. Light
ignored him in favor of grabbing his phone.

Light hovered his thumb over the 'send' button, causing L to freeze. Light smirked, when
comforted with a fear, L crumpled. It was almost pitiful.

"I could send the pictures right now," Light threatened, "everyone would know. Watari would
know."

"Don't tell Watari," L whispered in a tone barely audible. L's eyes widened when he realized that
he gave valuable information to his prime suspect and, now, blackmailer.

'Ohh, doesn't want Watari to find out, does he. This could prove to be valuable information.'

"I won't tell Watari," Light said with a kind smile, "just listen and let me change you."

'Using language that makes it sound like my choice, but, truly, I have no choice.'

"I don't want to wear a diaper at work," L muttered, nibbling on his thumbnail, "someone will
notice."

"No one will notice, L," Light said, smiling when L did not correct him, "your jeans will conceal
any noise, plus you wear baggy enough clothes that no one will see it."

L said nothing. He would not admit that he lost this battle but allowed Light to guide him to the
middle of the room again.

Light was about to ask L to lay down for him when L asked, "may I go take a shower, please?"

"Sure," Light said, "but hurry. The Task Force should be here in about an hour."

L nodded, disappearing into the bathroom. Light gave a smile as the door closed. He won, for now,
that is. It might be a long time before Light got the chance to kill L, but he could use this as not
only as a way to humiliate the older man but as a chance to get information that might lead to Light
finding out his real name. He already knew that Watari and L must be closer than they looked if L
was so scared about Watari getting the photos. Light smirked. This should prove to be interesting.

On the other side of the door, L turned on the showerhead and started to think. He was anxious,
embarrassed, humiliated, and scared all at the same time. It was hard to organize his emotions
when there were so many, most of them he was not used to. Pushing the emotions away, L tried to
think of how to get out of this situation he found himself in. If Light was telling the truth and had
the photos saved to multiple places, including a thumb drive, L was screwed. He had no idea where
the thumb drive was and, therefore, could not destroy it. So, for now, at least, he would need to go
along with Light's game.

It did not escape him that Light was exhibiting very Kira-like behavior with trying to gain power
over him. Still, without sold evidence against him, there was nothing that he could do about that. L
could, however, could try and use this to gain Light's trust. If he could gain Light's trust and make
him put his guard down, he could get evidence that he was Kira that way.

L smiled. He was going to use the situation that Light forced him into against the younger man.

He was going to win.

…
It was about twenty minutes until L walked out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping, and he
had a towel around his waist.

"You're dripped water everywhere, L," Light scolded, "give me the towel."

L, not looking at Light, took off the towel and handed it to Light. L made a noise of protest when
Light, none too gently, scrubbed his hair. "Ahh, be gentle."

"You want me to be more gentle?" Light snorted.

"That's the least that I can request, is it not?" L snapped back.

"I suppose," Light said, rubbing the towel over L's hair one more time, this time much more gentle.

"You should let me brush your hair," Light said, running a hair through the tangled strands.

"If you want to," L said, knowing that he did not have a choice, "but I have tried before, but it
always just… fluffs back up."

"I can tame it," Light said with confidence.

L simply rolled his eyes at the younger man's arrogance and knowing that he would not succeed.

"Okay, lay down so I can get you dressed," Light said, walking over to retrieve the diaper (which
fell to the ground during their struggle) and L's normal clothes. While walking over to L, who was
lying down like ordered, he picked up baby powder. He would rather avoid a diaper rash if
possible.

Light kneeled down next to L and laid out all that he would need. He started with the diaper.

"Lift up, L," Light said. L hesitated only a second before lifting his hips. L felt his cheeks burn as
Light slipped the diaper under him and sprinkled baby powered over his dick and bottom. He tried
to fight the blush, but there was nothing he could do about his bodily reaction to his
embarrassment.

Light smirked as the blush and said, "you might as well get used to this, L."

"How long are you planning on doing this?" L asked as Light tapped up the diaper.

"Not long," Light said.

L did not believe him.

"Lift up," Light said once again. L did not hesitate this time. He wanted his diaper covered as soon
as possible. Light pulled up L's jeans and buttoned them.

"You'll need to get more diapers," Light said, pulling L so that he was sitting down in front of him
in a semi-normal position.

"I was already planning on it," L said, lifting his arms so that Light could pull his shirt over his
head.

"Good," Light said, standing, "c'mon," he as he reached out his hands to help L up, which L took.
"We need to get to work."

L blushed a light pink. Today was going to be a long day.

Chapter End Notes

So, I have a lot of ideas of how Light can humiliate L. I will not give it all away, but
one thing I thought of might take it too far for L. I was thinking Light might spank L if
he does something "bad." I was thinking L would either react by thinking "fuck it, send
the photos, I don't care' or if it was the choice between 15 spankings or sending the
photos to Watari, he would choose the spankings because he does not want Watari to
find out.

What do you guys think?

 Diaper Change
Chapter Summary

L is very reluctant to wet his diaper.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

L had been right. His hair had not been able to be tamed. Light spent the last half hour before the
rest of the Task Force showed up attempting to brush it down.

"You just need a haircut," Light said after admitting defeat.

"I will not allow Light to cut my hair," L said.

"Don't trust me?" Light asked with a smirk.

"No," L replied simply.

Light expected nothing less.

Apparently, Light had told his father that L was not feeling well when he came to the hotel to
retrieve his phone, and, like a good friend, "decided to stay and take care of him." L was happy that
no one was facing his way to see him blush at the use of those words.

Soichiro praised his son for being such a good friend. 'Yes, such a good friend,' L thought bitterly
as he sipped at his tea, 'a good friend that blackmails the other into wearing diapers and God, if
there is a God, knows what else he will do.' His thoughts went to a very dark, sinister place. Light
won't… would he. No, he might murder criminals, but he would not do that, would he? No, Kira
would kill people like that, killed Him. Light would not do that, and if he attempted, L would
sooner tell Watari his secret than let that happen. L shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out
of his head. It worked mostly.

L attempted to focus back on his work, but it was difficult. The diaper was a constant distraction.
Do not get him wrong, he liked wearing diapers, but only when he was regressed. While regressed,
it was a comfort item like his pacifier or Sakura. They gave him a safe, warm, protected feeling,
especially when he realized that his little side tended to forget that he had to go to the toilet and
would have accidents. Wearing a diaper and changing it once it became uncomfortable was much
better than worrying about having accidents. It took him a while to be able to admit it to himself,
but he liked wetting his diapers. It was not a sexual thing for him (he was pretty sure that he did not
have those types of urges), but wetting made him feel that much more little- too little to use the
potty like a big boy. The littler he felt, the more he was able to forget all of his adult
responsibilities and the easier it became to lay down and snuggle with Sakura and suckle on his
pacifier and watch cartoons and turn off his brain for a few hours.

So, yes, he enjoyed his diapers. Still, because of all his association of diapers with regression, it
was like his diaper was telling his brain it was time to regress. However, he knew that it was not
time to regress. He had to push his little side back, which normally would not have been a problem
unless he had not allowed himself to be little for a while, like yesterday. Light was there, however.

Light was like a constant reminder of what was going on and a constant reminder of what he had
between his legs and taped around his hips. And, more concerning, his bladder was starting to
become a constant reminder. If L were regressed, he would have simply let go, but he was not
regressed, and he was concerned that letting go would be the push he needed to drop. He knew that
it more than likely would not happen that way, but it still scared him. Plus, L knew that Light
wanted him to wet his diaper, and that made him want to hold it even more. No matter how many
times Light filled up his teacup (looking like a 'concerned friend' for his 'sick friend') with a
pointed look that read 'drink it.'

L held his bladder back, even after hours of the first hint that he needed to go. Even after his
bladder started to ache and he had to fight to not squirm in his seat. No matter how much it
distracted him from work, and his mind was telling him to let go. He knew that Light would not let
him go to the toilet, so it would be easier to let go and avoid any more discomfort (read pain). He
also knew that Light wanted to change him. When L was ordering more diapers that morning, his
exact words were, "you will not be changing your diapers anymore, Ryuzaki, that's my
responsibility," and that made L's stomach twist. Light was gentle when he changed him, but that
did not mean that L wanted Light to change him. That was a bit of control that L was not willing to
give up easily.

L was broken from his thoughts by Light putting a hand on his shoulder, "hey, Ryuzaki, are you
okay."

"Fine, Light," L muttered, taking a sip from his teacup that Light just refilled. Why does he keep
drinking when he needs to pee so bad? Did Light's looks really have that much power over him?
No, that could not be it. It was the pictures that had all of the power.

"Are you sure?" Light said, sitting down in a chair next to L and getting close enough to whisper,
"you kind of seem distracted."

"And you know why, Light," L replied, shifting slightly in his seat, happy that only Matsuda was in
the room with them.

"Not sure what you're talking about," Light said with a smirk, "why don't you tell me?"

L would have much rather have told Light to piss off, but that might have been too on the nose, so
he said, "I thought you would have enough brains to figure it out."

Light's look turned dark as his intelligence was questioned, "I have figured it out. I just want to
hear you say it, Ryuzaki."

"I would rather not," L said, turning his attention back to work.

"Oh, c'mon, it's just a few words. You say them every day," Light said, but L ignored him.

Light was nothing if not patient, so he waited, looking over the evidence on the table. The rest of
the team filed in about five minutes later and L tensed at the number of people in the room.
Eventually, L could not stop from shifting around every few minutes. So much so that some of the
team memories were giving L concerned looks. L did not seem to notice, too absorbed in his own
discomfort. After about an hour later, L could not stop from making tiny whines and whimpers.
They were not loud enough for anyone else but Light to hear, but they were like music to Light's
ears. Light did not want L to be in pain, he was not a monster, but he did enjoy how much control
he had. He had the power to make L this uncomfortable. L could just get up, probably not right
now but earlier he could have, and go to the bathroom, but he knew that would risk Light sending
the photos. Would Light send the photos over that? Honestly, he would not want to. He did not
want this game to end yet, but he would find a way to punish L.

After a few minutes of the noises, Light took pity on L. It was obvious that he was not going to let
go without some prompting. He was too stubborn, but Light did not want to use the photos to break
the stubbornness. He would use kind and reassuring words to make L do as he wanted unless it was
a grievous transgression.

"C'mon, Ryuzaki," Light whispered when the rest of the team's backs were turned, "you're in pain,
just tell me."

"I-I," L stammered, shifting. He felt like he was going to burst. He had to go so bad. It hurt. L
bowed his head slightly, it could have looked like he was looking down at a piece of evidence, but
Light saw it for what it was. L was submitting to him. At least for now.

"I have to go to the bathroom," L said, tone barely audible, "bad."

"That's obvious," Light said, shifting closer, making it look like they were sharing the computer.
Light rubbed up and down L's shin, the only part of his body that Light could touch without the
team seeing. "C'mon, L, just let go."

"Can't," L said, eyes shifting to where the rest of the team was.

"Yes, you can. Don't pay attention to them," Light said, putting as much comfort in his tone as
possible, "just let go, Ryuzaki. I'll change you as soon as you go, okay. Just let go."

The unbearable pressure in his bladder combined with Light's gentle touch and words finally
pushed him over the edge. A tiny stream left his body, which he tried to hold in after, but it was
simply pushing off the inevitable. L tried not to show the relief on his face as he finally let go and
flooded his diaper, but he could not hold back a sigh or from sagging slightly in his chair.

The reality of the situation caught up with him. He was wetting himself with six other people in the
room. It suddenly felt too hot in the room that had nothing to do with the warmth spreading around
his diaper. He was suddenly scared that someone would notice his diaper swelling up, though he
knew that was not possible become of what he was wearing and the way he sat, but, as he
continued wetting and the bulk that was usually so comforting started to get bigger, he fear of
being found out got bigger as well.

"There you go, Ryuzaki," Light whispered, noticing the flush look on L's cheeks and the way his
tense body finally relaxed, "good boy," Light was not sure where the praise came from, but it was
worth the glare he received.

"I'm not a dog," L grumbled. He sighed as his stream finally ended. He looked over at the Task
Force, who all were, thankfully, none the wiser.

"I'm done," L said, blush deepening slightly.

"Good," Light whispered back. Light waited a few minutes, just enough time for the warm feeling
in L's diaper to cool down and become uncomfortably cold and heavy. He then stood to walk out of
the room.

"Where are you going, Light," his father asked.

"To the bathroom," Light sent a tiny smirk L's way.

L glared back. What happened to changing him? He would rather not sit in a soaked, cold diaper
for the rest of the day and knew that Light would not let him change himself. A second later, L got
his answer in the form of a text from Light.

'Meet me in your room in a few minutes. Make up some sort of excuse to leave the room. Don't say
that you have to go to the bathroom, though.'

L rolled his eyes at the last sentence but listened. Three minutes after Light left the room, L said
that he needed to call Watari and walked quickly to his room. He tried not to think about how his
diaper was so full that it affected the way he walked or how the outline of his diaper might be
obvious now. He just wanted out of this diaper.

Once L entered his room, he closed and locked it. He would rather not someone walk in on Light
changing him.

"You're too stubborn," Light said with a smirk.

"And you're a dickhead, your point?" L snapped.

"What if I make you beg for a change?" Light smirked as L glared.

"I would never beg you, arsehole," L said.

"We'll see about that," Light sighed, "but we do not have the time right now, unfortunately. So, get
over here."

L grumbled under his breath as he laid down where Light had already spread out a towel, a fresh
diaper, baby wipes, and baby powder.

"I think someone needs his mute button," Light said as he kneeled next to L, fishing L's pacifier out
of his pocket.

Light tried to press the pacifier to L's lips when L moved his head back, "has that been in your
pocket all day?"

"Yeah," Light said, "I thought we would need it at some point."

L was not sure the emotion that surged through him at the realization that Light had his pacifier on
him all day. His pacifier was his, not Light's. It belonged with him.

L did not hesitate in opening his mouth to accept his pacifier. He was not regressing, but he needed
the comfort that came from suckling on his pacifier. His pacifier was always better than his thumb.

"Good boy," Light muttered again as he pulled down L's pants to reveal his soaked diaper.

"Quit calling me that," L demanded passed his pacifier.

"I can call you whatever I want, L," Light said, putting pressure on L's true name.

"Shut up, you prat," L muttered.

Light, not fully understanding what L said due to the muttering and the pacifier but knowing there
was an insult in there, tapped the button of his pacifier and said, "the mute button isn't working
very well."
 L huffed but did not backtalk and suckled on his pacifier. He closed his eyes and felt as Light
changed him, humiliation coming over him, and he blushed for what felt like the thousandth time
in less than twenty-four hours.

"Maybe we should have it replaced," Light teased.

L shook his head, opening his eyes to send Light another glare. Light would not dare throw away
his pacifier. He had grown attached to it a long time ago.

"Okay, put away the daggers," Light said, rolling his eyes at the glare, "but you should consider
getting more. A baby shouldn't have just one pacifier," or bottle or stuffed animal. They were not
going to talk about that right now, however.

"Notta baby," L grumbled, closing his eyes again. At least right now, he wasn't.

"Yeah, yeah. Lift up," Light instructed. L listened.

Light made quick work of changing L's diaper. If they had more time, he would have gloated a
little bit more to make L's cheeks redder. He loved making L blush.

"There, all dry," Light said. L made a noise but did not move to get up. He seemed more than
happy to lay there and suckle on his pacifier, and as cute as that was, they needed to get back to
work before the others got suspicions.

Light hooked his finger around the ring of the pacifier and tugged it out of the detective's mouth
with a pop.

"Hey," L whined before stopping himself. He was not regressed. He did not need his pacifier right
now and did not whine.

Light snorted at the whine, "Don't whine at me. We need to get back to work."

Light stood to put away the supplies then said, "come back in a few minutes, and by that, I mean
more than three, so it does not look suspicious."

"I know how to draw attention away from myself," L muttered, chewing on his thumbnail,
resisting the urge to suck on it.

"Sure you do," Light said, leaving the room before L could say anything back.

L was thankful when Light left the room. He needed time to get his head on straight, so he did not
slip into little space. L took a few calming breaths and crossed his legs like one would do when
they meditate.

By the time he left the room fifteen minutes later, L was fully in his adult headspace but ready for
the day to be over.

Chapter End Notes

IDK why L used British insults when he got mad, but I am living for L calling Light a
dickhead and a prat.
Next chapter will be Light visiting L after work again to put him to bed.
 Goodnight
Chapter Summary

Light puts L to bed.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light smirked as he sat his backpack down in his room at home. He sat at his desk so that he could
transfer the photos of L onto a thumb drive. He enjoyed today, to say the least. Light was surprised
that the rest of the Task Force did not seem to notice anything was off about L. If they did, they
probably assumed that it was the flux sickness that Light talked about. Unfortunately, he was not
able to change L's diaper before leaving work. L had claimed not to be too wet, and Light did not
want to waste his last diaper. According to L, the diapers he ordered that morning should arrive the
next morning, hopefully before the rest of the Task Force arrived. Light reminded L that he was not
allowed to change his own diapers before he left. Light also said that he would come back later that
night to change him. Perhaps he would put L to bed. L did not get enough sleep, the dark circles
under his eyes being evidence of that. Plus, the more L slept, the less work he would get done on
the Kira case. Of course, he could not let it come across like that. He would make it seem like he
cared.

After dinner, about an hour after coming home, Light claimed that he had a study group that he
needed to get to.

"When should you be back?" his mother asked.

Light thought about that for a second. It was only eight, but he knew how stubborn L was and how
much he would not want to go to sleep. Of course, that depended on how tired he was. When he
left, L looked drained.

"No later than twelve," Light responded, grabbing the keys to the spare car, "I'll see you later,
Mom."

"Where are we going, Light?" Ryuk asked, flying next to the car.

"Don't you pay attention to anything?" Light asked.

"Only if it's interesting," Ryuk replied, "what's going on between you and L is pretty interesting."

"Well, lucky for you, that's where we are going," Light told him with a smirk, "gonna take care of
L for a little bit."

Ryuk picked up on the words and tone. Light wanted to take care of L, but not just to embarrass
him like he was claiming. L was growing on Light, ever so slowly.

Ryuk flew up to the clouds, wondering if Light was aware of what he was getting himself into.

…
L yawned widely and rubbed his eyes. He tried to focus on the words on his computer screen, but
all they did was blur together. L rubbed his eyes again, trying to force them to focus, but he could
not. He could not even remember what he was reading about. Something about the latest batch of
heart attack victims, he was sure, but he was not comprehending the words. He was too tired, both
emotionally and physically. It had been a hard day with constant embarrassment and other
emotions he was unsure of how to describe. L had a hard time with feelings, both understanding his
own and the those of others around him. It was easier to pretend that he did not have any. If he did
not have any emotions, he did not have to worry about needing to dissect said emotions.
Unfortunately, L was human and had all the emotions every other human had. He was attempting
to dissect at least some of the emotions still racing through him, but the more he tried, the more
exhausted he became. L sighed in frustration. Why was understanding his own emotions and
feelings more complicated than most cases he worked on? He thought that it should be the
opposite. It was not fair.

On top of his emotions leaving him feeling like he was on empty, he was also physically
exhausted. Sure, he got about seven hours of sleep the previous night, but it was not much
considering he did not sleep four days prior and the tantrum he threw the night before. He just
wanted to sleep for at least 24 hours. That would be reaching a record, but he felt like he needed it.
Maybe he would give the Task Force the weekend off so he could catch up on some much needed
sleep.

He needed to stay up a little longer, however. Light warned him that he was coming back to change
him. Light did not tell him when he would come back, but L did not want to fall asleep before then.
It was a losing battle, he knew that, and before he knew it, he was lightly dozing in front of his
laptop.

L's bladder gave a small tug, which pulled him out of the doze, and he whined. His lower abdomen
was still sore from holding for so long earlier. With no one else around, it was easy to let go and
pee into his diaper. His diaper was just starting to feel damp, but not uncomfortably so yet. It could
last a couple more wettings before becoming uncomfortable. He just hoped that Light would show
up before then.

L was not aware that he fell asleep again nor for how long, but he soon felt someone shake him
awake.

"Wakey wakey, L," L heard Light say.

"I'm awake," L said, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room. His laptop was closed,
presumably because of Light, but everything else was in its place.

"When did you fall asleep?" Light asked.

"Not sure," L said, looking up at Light, "just kind of dozed."

"Hmm, you're that sleepy, hu?" Light practically cooed, running a hand through L's hair.

As much as L wanted to lean into the touch, he did not. He leaned back so that Light could not
touch him anymore. "Yeah, I'm tired," L honestly replied. He was too tired to lie right now.

Light smiled when L told him the truth, which he only seemed to do when he was tired. Maybe he
could get L to tell him the truth about something else.

"Have you eaten yet?" Light asked. L shook his head. He was not sure the last time he ate. Watari
normally made sure that he ate, no matter if all he wanted to eat was sweets. He was a little
hungry.

Light sighed, "L."

L choked his head. Light sounded… disappointed. Why did that make a pang go through his chest?
The man shook his head and lifted his thumb to his mouth to bite on his nail. He should not care
how Light spoke to him, as long as Light changed him.

"Do you have any normal food?" Light asked. He had been trying to get L to eat "normal food"
ever since he figured out that L lived off of sweets.

"Not unless you want to steal something from the Task Force," L said.

Light shook his head. He planned on getting L to eat something that was not sweet by this time
tomorrow, though that may take a lot of patience.

"What do you want then?" Light said, walking to the kitchen. L hopped off his chair to follow him.

"May I have some milk?" L asked. Light smiled at the way L asked. L was surprisingly polite
when he wanted to be.

"You need more than just milk, but sure," Light said.

"Is there any Strawberry cake?" L asked.

"Yeah," Light nodded, pulling out the half-eaten cake. He cut a big slice of the cake and pulled out
a fork. The thought of going to get a sippy cup for L's milk did cross Light's mind, but he did not
feel like dealing with L's whining right now. Light would rather feed L, change him, and get him to
bed as soon as possible with the least amount of road bumps as possible, so he took out a tall glass
and filled it with milk.

"Milk," L said, reaching out for said milk. He was still standing in the doorway, looking like he
might fall over at any moment. It was kind of cute how sleepy he looked. It made him look…
human.

"Come sit down and drink your milk," Light instructed, placing L's cake and milk on the table and
sitting down. L hesitated a second before staggering over to the table. L sat on the chair next to
Light like a normal person before bringing his knees to his chest. He picked up the milk glass with
two hands and gulped it down.

"Slow down," Light said, reaching out to grab the cup, "there's more milk, and I'll get you more if
you want. You're not gonna run out."

L nodded and let Light tip back the glass so that he took smaller sips. Once it was all gone, Light
took it away from the other man's (possibly boy's) mouth. When L did not ask for more, he placed
the glass on the table.

L picked up his fork, ready to dig into his cake. Then, his fork disappeared. L's eyebrows furrowed
in confusion, his tired mind not able to process that Light must have taken his fork until he saw it
in the smirking man's hand.

"Hey," L whined, pouting and reaching for his fork. For all of his fighting to not regress all day,
now he was simply too sleepy to fight. He was not fully regressed, but he was closer to little than
big, much like the previous night.
"Gimme," L demanded, but Light did not listen. He held the fork out of L's reach, smirking when
L dropped his arms. "I'm hungry," L said, looking at Light with pleading eyes. Why was Light
being so mean to him? He just wanted to eat and go to bed.

"I know," Light said, using the fork to cut off a piece of the cake, stabbing it with the prongs, and
lifting it to the boy's mouth.

"I can do it," L protested, trying to reach for his fork again.

Light blocked the reaching hand and pushed it down, holding it there. "I know that, but let me help
you eat."

"I let you help last night," L said, headspace swinging back to the adult side, "and look where we
are now."

Light knew that he was talking to Ryuzaki now. There was a certain gleam in L's eyes when he was
regressed or more regressed than not that he did not have when he was Ryuzaki. Light wondered
how he could get L to regress fully; he could tell that L was holding back his headspace around
him.

"Yes, I now have photos that I could send to the entire Task Force anytime that I want to. So, now
you have to let me help," Light said, "so now open up and eat."

L's mouth stayed firmly shut for a couple of minutes, staring into Light's eyes. They engaged in a
stare-down for a few minutes. It was a power play. They were seeing who would give in first. It
was a game. A battle that neither were willing to lose. If Light let L win, that would mean giving
up the power and control he had over L. It would communicate that L did not have to listen to him
and that if he did not listen, then Light would not do a thing. If L let Light win, then that would
mean him giving up a bit more control and handing it over to Light. Light already had control over
his toileting and already had the power to make him feel humiliated. It should be easy to give over
this bit of control, at least for a little while, but it was not for L.

Light saw the shift in L once he reached the number 348 in his head, the gleam returned to L's
eyes. Once he reached 360, he broke eye contact. Light did not say anything, for fear that his words
would cause L to bring his guard up again. He waited. By 421, L finally opened his mouth.

"Good boy," Light whispered, putting the fork in L's mouth. L wrinkled his nose at the words but
closed his mouth around the fork and chewed his cake once Light took the fork away.

"You don't need to be that stubborn, L," Light said, picking up another bite of the cake, "all you
have to do is listen and let me take care of you. You can't claim that you don't like it at least a little
bit."

"I don't like the blackmail or wearing diapers in front of the team," L grumbled, accepting the fork
full of cake.

'Didn't say he did not like the care,' Light thought.

"Well, that will be too bad," Light said, "just relax, L. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Somehow, I don't believe that," L said, accepting another fork full.

For some reason, that… hurt. He was not planning on ever hurting L. Light would kill him, but he
would not be cruel and hurt him before. L was still a human, a human that was unfortunately in his
way.
Light did not say anything as he continued to feed L his cake slowly. By the time L was done, he
was once again docile and almost asleep at the table. Light picked up the dishes and put them in
the sink that was already full of them. He should make L do the dishes. Watari would be gone for a
few more days, and most of the dishes were L's anyway.

Light turned back to L, whose head was bobbing up and down every few seconds. It was obvious
that the boy would not last too much longer. He would have L do the dishes in the morning.

"C'mon, L," Light said gently, "let's get a diaper change, then off to bed,"

L made a noise but did not attempt to move for a few seconds. Once he was to his feet, he
whimpered and fell forward. Thankfully, Light was there to catch him so that he did not fall to the
ground.

"Hey, L," Light said, awkwardly holding onto the boy. He was expecting L to push away from
him, but he did not. He stayed in Light's arms.

"I'm sleepy," L said, rubbing his eyes. He just wanted to sleep.

"I know," Light said, sympathy entering his tone that was not faked, "okay, up we go," Light
effortlessly lifted L up into a bridal hold.

"What're you doin'?" L grumbled, thumb making its way to his mouth. He rested his head against
Light's chest. It felt nice.

"Well, it doesn't seem like you can walk right now, Little Guy," Light explained, not too sure
where the nickname came from, "so I'm carrying you."

"Okay," L said, not sure what else he could say.

"I'm gonna lay you down on the floor and get your diaper so we can get it changed," Light
explained before doing just that.

"Change?" L asked, now sucking on his thumb.

"Yeah, Little Guy, I'm changing your diaper," Light said, "do you want your teddy and pacifier?"

"Yeah, and my blanket, please?" L asked.

"Sure," Light asked while thinking why L could not always be like this. If L were always like this,
he would not have to kill him.

Light kneeled next to the boy with his diaper and comfort items. Light first handed L his teddy and
blanket, which L immediately attached to his chest. Light then took L's thumb out of his mouth
with a pop, and he pressed his pacifier to the boy's lips. L opened his lips and sucked in his
pacifier. L hummed sleepily and suckled.

"Good boy," Light said, noticing that there was no protest that came from L at the words, but that
could be because he was too tired to care.

"Can you lift up, L?" Light asked. L lifted his hips a couple of inches off the ground, which was all
that he could manage.

Light pulled L's pants down and off. L was not going to sleep in jeans. The diaper was soaked, but
Light did not remove it yet. He looked up at L, whose eyes were closed and face was a peace.
 "Hey, L," Light whispered, causing L to open his eyes. The boy made a noise of inquiry,
wondering why he kept being dragged out of his sleep.

"Do you have to go potty?" Light asked.

L blushed lightly but shook his head, "no potty."

"Okay," Light nodded his head, "let's get you changed."

L nodded, closing his eyes again, listening when Light asked him to lift his hips. Once Light said
all done and was lifting him up again, L was mostly asleep. He shifted slightly in Light's arms so
that he could be in a more comfortable position, but then relaxed.

The boy felt himself being put down on a soft surface. A bed, his sleepy brain supplied. Then, he
was engulfed in fuzzy warmth and then more weight. Light was covering him up and tucking him
in. That felt nice. L curled up into a tight ball so that he could feel safer and suckled on his pacifier
and held his Sakura to his chest.

L felt someone (Light) climb into the bed behind him. L groaned and rolled over to his other side
so that he was facing Light. He did not like people behind him. The boy felt Light wrap an arm
around him much like the previous night, then heard the humming from the night before too. L
wanted to ask what the song was but was too sleepy to form words. He would ask Light tomorrow
what the song was. Yeah, tomorrow, he was supposed to be sleeping now.

That was the last thought that L had before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Light looked down at L when he heard soft snores from the boy. Light ran his fingers through his
hair and pulled him in a little closer. He would stay for a few more minutes and make sure that L
was truly asleep.

The next thing Light knew, he did not want to move, and he closed his eyes, telling himself that he
would leave in just a few minutes.

A few minutes turned into never as Light joined L in dreamland.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, L does something that he knows he isn't supposed to do and is given an
ultimatum.
 Punishment
Chapter Summary

L does something he knows he is not supposed to do and gets a spanking.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Routine- that was one thing in life that L needed. It helped keep him sane. Without it, he would get
anxious and scared. No matter how detailed, a routine helped calm his anxiety because he knew
what was going to happen next. He was worse about it when he was a child. When L was a child,
he would need his days planned out by the hour and would throw violent tantrums when it was
disrupted. As he got older, his reliance on schedules was less severe, but he still liked them.

A routine that he refused to admit that he liked when the nighttime routine that Light made up. He
would enter the hotel room, make L save whatever he was working on, and close his laptop. Light
would get him to eat some “normal food,” typically feeding him. God, he did not want to admit that
he liked it, and it would make him slip ever so slightly around a five-year-old. He wished that he
could regress fully. This half regression was taking a toll on him. L had to control himself to not
yell at the team on a couple of occasions, and he found that all he wanted to do was regress so that
he was a baby (not a five-year-old) and just snuggle with Sakura and his blankie and suckle on his
pacifier. He got to do that when Light would put him to bed, but it was not the same. It was nice
that Light was there and that he gave him cuddles (he did not want to think about how Light is his
sworn enemy at those moments), but it still was not the same. In the back of his mind, he wished
that he could regress fully in front of Light and have the younger man take care of him, but at those
moments, he reminded himself that this was just a game to Light. It was a power play. He did not
care about L. All Light cared about was L’s humiliation. That was evident when Light bought him
very feminine diapers.

“I’m not a girl,” L said, pushing the light pink and bunny covered diaper away from him with a
bright blush.

“I didn’t say that you were a girl,” Light told him with a smirk like he knew that L would react this
way. He picked up the diaper and tried to push L down.

“I don’t want that one,” L said, struggling against Light to stay upright, “get one of my normal
diapers, please.”

“We don’t waste diapers, remember, L,” Light said as he was able to get L to lay down.

“It’s not my fault,” L responded, face hot because of Light wanting to force him into such a girly
thing, “you’re the one who bought them.”

“Still, you can’t waste them,” Light said, “it’s just a diaper, L. You go to the bathroom in it. It’s no
different than your dinosaur diapers or space diapers.”

“Yes, it is,” L whined, covering his face with his blanket so that Light could not see his likely
bright red face, “and you know it.”
Light laughed at him, and L felt his stomach churn, and he started to shake. Light must have
noticed because he stopped untapping his wet diaper and rubbed his exposed belly. L tensed at the
touch.

“Hey, just relax,” Light whispered, “it’s just a diaper.”

L, still covered by his blanket, asked, “why are you trying to be comforting all of a sudden? You
knew I would react like this. Just put the stupid diaper on so we can get back to work, you fucking
sadist.”

“I’m not a sadist,” Light said, sliding the new, girly diaper under his butt.

“Yes, you are, Light,” L said, “you derive pleasure, sexual or otherwise, from humiliating me.”

“It’s not sexual,” Light replied, like that made it any better. In a way, it did. At least Light was not
sexualizing this.

“Still a sadist,” L insisted.

“You can call me whatever you like, but that doesn’t make it true,” Light said, not putting L’s
pants on yet.

“Just put my pants on so we can get to work,” L grumbled, uncovering his face slightly, not daring
to look at the diaper now tapped on his hips. He just calmed down the embarrassment. If he looked
at the diaper, he would get all flustered again.

“Ask nicely, and I might,” Light said with a smirk.

“Please,” L sniped. At least Light had not made him beg for a change. L was not sure that his pride
would let him do that.

“Please what?”

“Put my pants back on.”

“Could be nicer,” Light said but pulled his pants up anyway. Buttoning and zipping them, “but you
are right, we do have work.”

“I don’t like you,” L pouted as Light pulled him up, so he was standing. He pulled his shirt down
so that he could make sure that no one would be able to see the diaper. L knew that he would be
even more embarrassed if someone saw him wearing this diaper. The other ones, he might be able
to say he had some sort of urinary incontinence or something and would only need to worry about
if Watari saw. This one, however, he did not know what he would say.

“I know you don't,” Light said with a smirk, “let’s go.”

So, yes, it was just a game to Light, which hurt a lot more than it should. Possibly because this side
of him was so vulnerable and needed care that L could not trust anyone to do. There was also the
fact that L enjoyed the times where Light seemed to forget about embarrassing L and would get
lost in really caring for L.

“I’m not going to be back tonight,” Light said as he changed L about a week after this whole
nightmare started.

“Why not?” L asked, sounding sad. Light noticed and felt a slight pang of guilt. He was the one
who got L into a nighttime routine. He did not regret it for a second. While L was still getting about
the same amount of work done on the case, he looked much better than he did just a week ago.
Even Matsuda noticed that L was slightly more energetic, and the bruises under his eyes were
fading slightly.

“Because my sister has a late soccer game tonight, and there is no way that I am getting out of
that,” Light told him, “plus my father is getting suspicious because I’ve been leaving late at night.”

L looked hopeful for a second, “may I change myself?”

“No,” Light said almost immediately, and he enjoyed the look of defeat on L’s face. Honestly, L
was a lot more submissive (Light did not know how else to describe it) than he first suspected that
he would be, but Light supposed that was because of the constant threat of the photos being leaked.
“It’s nine. You should be fine until six. I could put you in two if you think you’ll need it.”

L blushed at the thought and shook his head. He tried that once out of pure curiosity of how it
would feel. It felt nice at first but soon made his hips hurt because of how far apart he needed to
have his legs. He would rather not have his hips hurt during the weekend that he gave the Task
Force off. He wanted to enjoy his weekend.

“Okay, then,” Light said with a nod, “you should be fine. I’ll come back tomorrow and change
you.”

“What if I leak?” L asked.

“Then you leak,” Light replied.

“You’re mean,” L pouted. He did not want to leak.

“I know,” Light said with a smirk, “do you wanna get in bed. We could cuddle for a while before I
need to go.”

“It’s too early,” L pointed out.

“I didn’t say that you needed to go to sleep,” Light said, “I know you like to cuddle,” and Light
would never admit that he liked it too.

“No,” L said, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Light knew by L’s body language that he was lying. He did want to cuddle, but if the older man
was not going to admit it, then there was no reason to pursue it.

“Fine,” Light ruffled L’s hair as he walked out of the room, “I’ll be going then.

L hated to admit it, but he missed Light. He tried to tell himself that he was just that he missed the
routine, but Light was such an intrinsic part of that routine that it was impossible not to miss him.
Though he knew that Light would not show up, he was waiting for him. He was waiting for Light
to step through the door, tell him to turn off the computer (have a little fight about it if he felt like
it). Then Light would feed him something “normal,” then they would cuddle, and L would fall
asleep. He wanted it so bad, and missed it and felt hurt when one in the morning came around and
Light was not there yet.

‘He’s not coming tonight,’ his brain rudely informed him.

Then, a different emotion swirled in L’s chest. Loneliness. He was lonely. He hated that feeling. It
brought him back to a time long before Watari or Wammy’s House. When he was just a five-year-
old little boy out on the streets because Mommy and Daddy decided that they did not want him
anymore. He was a freak who did not smile or hug or show affection or talk. When L looked back
on it now, he thought, how could he show or do those things when he was never taught. Then,
when he was seven, Watari saved him. Watari found him digging through the trash and gave him a
riddle. If he could solve it, he could have a warm meal and a place to stay for the night. L had
looked at the man with untrusting eyes but nodded. L still remembered the riddle.

“What word in the English language does the following: the first two letters signify a male, the
first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great, while the entire world
signifies a great woman. What is the word?”

L had known what the word was but did not have a way to say it. When Watari asked him if he
knew it, L nodded but did not open his mouth to say anything. Watari gave him a kind smile and
pulled out a pad and pen. L took it and wrote the answer, “Heroine.”

“You are a smart boy,” Watari said, and L had no reaction to the older man taking his hand. Watari
tested him with riddles and other questions on their walk to Wammy’s. When they finally got there,
he said, “I believe you will fit in here well.”

That was when L’s life changed him for the better. When L would not tell Watari his name (he had
forgotten it by that point), he started calling him L. L had more toys than he knew what to do with
and defended them with everything he had. He also did not have to worry about food, which was a
hard lesson for L to learn. He also had Watari, who had been the key to finding his voice and
taught him how to give and receive love.

L shook his head, suddenly feeling very sad. L could not remember a time that he was away from
Watari for this long. It was going on a week and a half that Watari was at Wammy’s, the problem
not as easy to solve as he first thought it would be. L missed Watari more than he missed Light at
the moment. He really wanted Watari, especially with everything that went on the past week.

L kept telling himself that Watari would be back soon, and while he could not tell him what was
going on, it would still be a comfort to have him there.

Although there was a different part of him, that wanted Watari (and to a smaller extent Light) and
wanted them right now, and felt like crying because he could not have them. That side of his brain
understood why Watari had to go but was mad at Light for leaving. It was his fault that he wanted
him to begin with. It was Light’s fault that he wanted to go to be fed. It was Light’s fault that he
wanted to snuggle. It was Light’s fault that he wanted to go to sleep. It was Light’s fault that he
was stuck in a very wet diaper and could not go to the bathroom like the big boy he was.

Then L had a thought. If he was a big boy (and he was), then he should be able to change his own
diaper. But Light did not want him to. Who cares about what Light wanted? Light left. Light was
not here. He would not have any say in what L does as long as he is not there. Really he should not
have any say at all, but he had those stupid pictures. Those pictures were why he could not change
himself. Light would send them to Watari, and Watari would get mad at him and go away forever.
L did not want Watari to go away forever. He wanted Watari to stay. He could not have Watari stay
if he changed his diaper.

It was about three in the morning, and a couple of wettings later when the thought of changing his
diaper came back. His diaper was so uncomfortable and bulky and wet and cold and did not feel
good. L did not like it. He wanted a change so bad, but he could not because of Light. It was not
fair. It was no fair at all that he could not change. Plus, he had to go potty but did not think that he
could without the diaper leaking. L looked at the clock. Three hours until Light showed up to
change him. L was not sure he could last another three hours. He was so uncomfortable and knew
he had an easy way to feel more comfortable. All he had to do was change.

But the photos.

L found himself glaring at nothing as he clenched his fists. He hated those stupid photos. He hated
Light. Light was mean to him for no reason. L did not care what Light did with the photos
anymore. He just wanted out of this situation and out from under Light’s control.

He wanted to change!

With that thought, L jumped off of his chair and walked into his room. He took his soiled diaper
off and threw it in the trash, and he picked out one that was the same. He quickly changed into it. L
thought of the consequences, of course, and found his stomach twisting harder and harder at the
thoughts.

He already had to go potty. With that thought, L let go and emptied his bladder into his diaper. It
was nowhere near wet enough for Light to believe that he wore it all night long. So, L went into
the kitchen and drank until his tummy was too full.

Unfortunately for him, he could not wet that much before Light showed up at five instead of six.

Light had to admit that he felt a little bad about leaving L high and dry (well wet, he supposed) all
night, so he showed up a little earlier than planned. He doubted that L slept all night, so he might
convince the detective to take a nap after a change. He would at least convince L to cuddle for a
while. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the cuddling the previous night and had hardly
been able to fall asleep.

“Hey L,” Light said when he answered. L was in front of his computer, probably had been all
night. L jumped and turned around to look at him.

“Hello, Light,” L said simply.

“Do you want a change?”

It would have been odd to say no, so L nodded with a “yes.”

They walked into the bedroom, L slightly behind Light. “Lay down,” Light instructed. Light
noticed that L hesitated a moment, which was weird. The man should be eager for a change. Why
was he hesitating?

Light pushed his questions back and kneeled down next to L, and took off his pants. When he
looked at the diaper, he froze. The tapes were not in the position that Light taped them, and it was
nowhere near as wet as Light was expecting—the stars were barely faded. Light looked toward the
trash and saw that there was a diaper in there that was the same brand that L had on.

He looked back toward L, and though he felt angry, he asked calmly, “did you change yourself.”

L gulped at the question and shook his head.

“You’re already on thin ice, Mister,” Light said, in a tone similar to the one a parent would use
with a child that was not listening, “I would suggest you don’t lie.”

“Yes, I changed,” L said after a second of delay.

“Why?” Light snapped.

“I-I,” L stammered, stomach twisting. Light was mad at him. He was going to send the photos. L
put on a blank face though he was scared.

“After L told you not to,” Light then pulled out his phone, “I guess I have no other choice.”

“No, please don’t,” L said, sitting up and bringing his knees to his chest, his calm facade breaking
under the pressure.

“What else can I do?” Light asked, “I gave you specific rules, and you knew the consequences.”

“Please don’t,” L pleaded, eyes burning, “I won’t do it again. I’ll do whatever you want, just please
don’t send the photos.”

Light hummed, seemingly considering L’s words, “you are childish. Perhaps a childish
punishment could work.”

“What do you mean?” L asked, hoping that Light meant a time out or no sweets. That’s how
Watari punished L when he was bad as a child. The look on Light’s face told L that was not what
the man was planning.

“I think you need a spanking, L,” Light said with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest,
enjoying when the other man’s eyes went wide and shook his head.

“I don’t want…” L was cut off by Light.

“It’s either a spanking or the photos, L,” Light said. L looked so pitiful at his feet with a wet diaper
on and shaking in fear. It was pitiful, and Light almost did take pity on him. He might have taken
pity on L if he were regressed, but L and Ryuzaki were different. Ryuzaki did not deserve his pity.

“H-How many?” L asked.

Light hummed, thinking about it, “how about fifteen? Ten for changing yourself and five for
lying.”

“Fine,” L said with a tiny whine. He did not want the spanking, but a little bit of hurt now would be
worth it to not have Watari find out.

“Get over here, then,” Light said, sitting on the couch.

L stood, biting his thumb, “can I have my pacifier or Sakura, please?”

“No,” Light said coldly, “no comfort items during a punishment.”

L wanted to argue with Light that that was too cruel but knew that he was already in enough
trouble, so he shuffled toward Light. Once he was close to Light, the man grabbed him and pushed
him down so that he was face down on his lap with his bottom in the air. L bit back a whimper and
clung to the couch cushions. He squirmed, unable to remain still.

“Hey,” Light snapped, hitting L’s diaper-clad bum with a dulled thunk. L stilled though it did not
hurt, the message heard clear. “Don’t squirm, or you’ll earn more.”

L nodded, not trusting his voice.

Light pushed down L’s diaper so that his pale ass was bare, “I want you to count. If you can’t,
we’ll start over.”

L whined but nodded, “Okay.”

L’s skin prickled painfully as Light lifted his hand and brought it down against his ass, hard. L
fought the urge to not gasp as pain exploded on his right cheek. Light wasn’t going to go easy on
him, and L did not expect him to.

“One.”

Light lifted his hand and brought it back down against L’s opposite cheek.

“Two.”

“Three,” L counted, already feeling tears well up in his eyes. He wanted to cry, but he held back.

“Four, five, six,” came in quick succession, right where his bottom met his leg. It hurt, and L could
not help the tears that escaped his eyes. In the recesses of his mind, his little side was screaming
and saying “owie” over and over again. It wanted to burst forward, but he pushed it back. He could
not slip right now.

“Seven,” L gasped, fighting the urge to squirm to get away from the burning pain. He didn’t want
to earn any more spankings. It hurt!

“E-Eight,” L cried, his mind feeling fuzzy. His little side was creeping upon him, and it was getting
harder and harder to fight back.

“N-Nine,” L cried harder, tiny sods leaving his chest.

It was almost like Light was urged on by L’s cries of pain and hit harder than the other nine, right
in the spot that was already burning. L sobbed out and felt himself drop deep into little space. L
wailed loudly, moving his hands to try and cover his butt. He had enough. It hurt too much. He did
not remember what he did, but he would never do it again.

L felt Light move his hands out of the way, grasping his wrists and pulling back, “count,” Light
demanded.

“T-Ten,” L managed past his sobs.

“‘Weven,” L counted.

By the time the twelfth spank came down on his butt, L could not count anymore. He could not do
anything but wail. The only thought coursing through his mind is that he wanted the pain to stop.
The baby’s body moved of its own accord, trying to angle away from Light. He kicked his legs in
response to another slap.

L then felt himself be lifted by strong arms. His diaper was pulled up to its proper place before he
was maneuvered to that he was in someone’s (Light’s) lap and his head cushioned against Light’s
chest. As much as L wanted to take the comfort because he was upset because his bottom was an
owie, and he did not like that at all, he did not. He could not. Light gave him the owies. He did not
want Light anymore.

“No, no,” L cried, pushing Light, trying to get out of his arms, “don’ wan’. Don’ wan’. ‘Oo
meanie. ‘Oo meanie.”
 “Shh,” Light cooed. L felt him start to rock. Light continued to mumble sweet nothingness into L’s
ear. Despite himself, he relaxed slightly, pushing away from Light while also clinging to his shirt.
He didn’t know what he wanted. He just wanted the owies to go away.

L suddenly felt himself being lifted into the air. L whined and held on tighter. He did not want to
fall. L continued to cry into Light’s shoulder. Then he felt something being pressed against his lips.
Through blurry vision, he saw his paci, and he opened his mouth and suckled. The motion instantly
brought his comfort. He felt fuzzy on his arm and saw his Sakura. L cooed, snuggling his Sakura to
his chest.

L cried into Light’s chest for five more minutes until he was able to calm down his sods. He
looked up to Light’s face, tears still streaming down his face. Light looked sad. The baby cocked
his head to the right and poked Light’s face.

“Wight sad,” L said with confusion in his tone.

“Because I made Baby sad.”

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, Light will take care of a very upset and regressed L. Snuggles and kind
words and feelings ensue.
 Regression
Chapter Summary

L is regressed and Light needs to take care of a very clingy baby. He does not mind it
one bit.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light smirked as L walked over to him. He was so reluctant walking toward a much earned
punishment. And he did deserve this punishment, Light thought, trying to catch him, stop him from
making the perfect world and trying to kill him. Yes, L deserved this and so much more.

L stopped a few feet away from him, seemingly unable to take another step. Light smirked and
grabbed him around the waist, and forced him across his lap. Light heard L gasp and saw him
grasp the couch cushions. L squirmed in his lap, and that would not do. He could not very well
deliver the punishment if L was not still.

So, Light snatched his waist to hold him still and hit L's diaper-clad ass with firm, "hey," L stilled
instantly, "don't squirm, or you'll earn more."

L nodded, still hiding his face on the couch.

“I want you to count. If you can’t, we’ll start over," Light explained as he pulled L's diaper off. He
was not going to go easy on the man. He needed to learn his lesson.

L whimpered but said, "okay."

Light made sure that he had a firm hold on L as he lifted his hand and brought it down on the right
side of L’s ass.

L jolted slightly and counted “one” in an all too calm voice.

Light lifted his hand again, deliberately bringing his hand down harder on his opposite cheek.

“Two,” L gasped, “three.”

L’s face was still hidden, but by time the seventh hit came around, Light could tell that L was
crying. Light pushed down the guilt that he felt at making L cry. He deserved this, and he would
snuggle him after 15. They were nearly half way through.

“E-Eight. N-Nine,” L stammered out the numbers, tiny sobs leaving his mouth. In a morbid way
the crying and sobbing and stuttering only served to egg him on. Light brought his hand up and
aimed at a patch that was already red. He brought his hand down hard and fast.

L let out a deep sob at the smack. Then, it was like something snapped in L. He let out several,
high pitched cries and his hands flew so that they covered his ass. Light glared at L’s small act of
defiance and grasped both of L’s tiny wrists in his hand and pulled them away from his ass.
“Count,” Light demanded with a smirk. It seemed he had finally broken the great detective L to
sobs.

“T-Ten,” L stammered. His voice sounded different, but Light paid little mind to it, thinking that it
was simply because L was so upset. They would definitely need a cuddle after this.

“‘Weven,” L wailed.

Light smacked again and that seemed to break something else in L. The crying was louder than
ever and he squirmed so that it was angled away from Light’s hand. The sudden movement caused
L to nearly slip off of Light’s lap. Thankfully, Light was able to pull L up. L kicked at the
movement and his cries never slowed.

Light remembered the last time he heard these cries. L cried just like this on the first night, when
Light learned that he did this regression. He could not have pushed L into his little head space
could he have? How long had he been spanking little L and not Ryuzaki? That thought made him
sick to his stomach. He needed to fix this. Sure, he enjoyed the power and control he has over
Ryuzaki, but he did not want to hurt him while he was regressed.

So, Light did the only thing that he could think of, he pulled L’s diaper up so that it covered his
butt and probably provided some much needed cushion. He then gathered the baby in his arms so
that L was sitting in his lap. Light held L’s head to his chest and ran his fingers through his hair.

L relaxed for a second before trying to squirm out of his arms, pushing against Light’s chest, “no,
no. don’ wan’. Don’ wan’. ‘Oo meanie. ‘Oo meanie.”

As much as Light hated to admit it, it broke his heart hearing L say that to him. Light, however,
was not going to leave him again, so he held L a little tighter and whispered, “shh. Everything’s
okay,” in L’s ear and started to rock, hoping to soothe the baby. “All done, L. It’s all done.”

Light continued to rock and soothe the baby until he relaxed somewhat, both clinging and pushing
away. As if he did not know if he wanted to accept Light’s attempt at comfort or reject it. Light
was going to make L accept it.

With that thought Light stood with L still in his arms. He smiled when he felt L hold on tighter and
heard his whine of distress. Light picked up L’s pacifier and pressed it against the baby’s lips. The
baby immediately opened his mouth to accept it. Light then handed him his teddy bear which L
cooed at (cute) and held it to his chest.

While the comfort items seemed to settle L slightly, he was still crying loudly. He seemed to
finally be accepting Light’s comfort as he was snuggled into his chest. Light continued in his
attempts to soothe L, holding him close and whispered soothing nothingness into his ears while
bouncing him gently and rubbing his back.

Eventually, his efforts paid off as L’s sobs finally stopped. L let out a few sniffles before looking
up at Light’s face. His eyes were bloodshot with tears still streaming down his bright pink cheeks,
and his nose was runny and red. Despite all of that he looked at Light with an investigating eye and
cocked his head to the right like a confused puppy. L poked his face and said, “Wight sad.” His
voice sounded so confused and high-pitched, not to mention the way L was his name. It was cute.

“Because I made Baby sad, “ Light answered honestly.

L then did something that Light did not expect, he gave him a hug. A tight one, like he did not want
Light to be sad. Light sighed, standing with L in his arms for a few more minutes, simply holding
him.

“Hey L,” Light said after a few seconds.

L hummed in question, unwilling to let go of Light. After being so upset and hurt, he just wanted
some comfort.

“Do you have any Aloe?” Light said.

L looked up at Light with confused eyes once again.

“In da bafwoom,” L said around his pacifier, returning his head to Light’s shoulder as he pointed to
the room.

“Okay, let’s go get some,” Light said.

“Why?” L asked.

“For your bottom,” Light explained.

It seemed that was the wrong thing to say as the baby’s eyes widened and filled with tears again. L
whimpered, “no. No mowe ‘pankin’s, pwea’. I-I be good,” L promised, terrified that Light was
going to make him hurt more. His bottom still burned.

Shit, was Light’s only thought and he rushed to explain, “no, no, hey. You’re right, L, no more
spankings.”

“No mowe?” L said with a tiny sniffle.

“Yes, Buddy, no more,” Light assured, then thought that he should explain what the aloe was for
since L obviously had no clue, “it’ll help your bottom stop hurting.”

“Oh,” L said, relaxing back into Light.

Light smiled softly as he felt L relax into him. He ran a hand through L’s soft hair.

“No down,” L whimpered, clinging to Light as the man tried to place him on the floor, “I no down,
pwea’.”

Light sighed, it would be difficult to look around for the aloe with L hugging him like a Koala
Bear, but Light did not want to risk further upsetting L, so he let L cling. Thankfully, it did not take
long for Light to find the gel and carry the baby back into the bedroom.

“Okay, let’s get your diaper off then we will make you feel a bit better, okay?” Light said, sitting
down on the bed with L in his lap. L nodded but made no move to get up. “You’re gonna have to
stand so I can take your diaper off.”

L made a noise of disapproval and shook his head. He liked being in Light’s arms. They were
strong and warm and they made L feel safe although Light just hurt him. He was trying to make it
all better.

“Yes,” Light said, pushing L away to try and force him to stand, “the sooner we can apply the aloe
and get you changed, the sooner we can snuggle.”

“Baby cwo’es?” L asked as he stood.

Light, who had no idea what the baby said, asked, “baby what?” as he peeled the tapes free from
the diaper.

“Baby cwo’es,” L repeated tugging on his white shirt, “cwo’es.”

“Oh, you wanna wear something from your safe?” Light asked, removing L’s diaper.

L smiled as Light understood his words, “yeah, pwea’.”

“Sure, L,” Light said, “okay, over my lap and I’ll put the aloe on your bottom.”

“Otay,” L said with a tiny nod, laying down, belly first on Light’s lap. Light squeezed blue gel into
his palm before beginning to spread it across the red of L’s bum. L gasped and flinched as the
contact.

“Shh,” Light soothed, using his other hand to rub up and down L’s back, “it’s okay, it’ll feel better
in a second.”

Light was right, the gel did soothe the burn and soon L relaxed. He played with his Sakura, making
her move and cooing to her while he suckled his pacifier. Light smiled at the baby’s adorable
actions, and once he was done, he patted L’s back.

“Okay all done,” Light sat.

L squirmed off of Light lap, “I up,” he lifted his arms like a toddler and made grabby hands toward
Light.

“Sure,” Light said, placing the baby on his hip, never more thankful for how little L weighed.

“Wants dis,” L said, taking one a onesie. It was a long sleeve with a white background. It had
several happy dinosaurs on it- a green Tyrannosaurus Rex, baby blue Brontosaurus, dark blue
Triceratops, yellow Stegosaurus, red Pterodactyl, and an orange Stegosaurus.

“Okay, lets get you a diaper,” Light said, picking out one of his dinosaur diapers, “we should get
you dinosaur sweatpants.”

“Yeah!” L exclaimed with an enthusiastic nod, “wants.”

Light chuckled at the baby’s enthusiasm. Light knew what he was doing later.

“Okay, let’s get you changed,” Light said, placing L down on the floor. L did not look very happy
about being placed down, frowning passed his pacifier, but he did not say anything, playing with
his Sakura as Light began to change him.

“Lift your hips,” Light asked, sliding the diaper under his bottom and tapping it up.

“Okay, shirt on,” Light said, helping the baby sit up so that he could put the shirt on then asked
him to lift up one more time so that he could snap the buttons over L’s diaper.

“Snuggies,” L said, opening his arms to Light. Light smiled and gathered the baby in his arms, still
sitting on the floor. L cooed happily snuggling into Light’s chest.

“Wight?” L asked a few seconds later, tapping his shoulder.

“What’s up, Little Guy?” Light asked, looking down at the baby.
“I fiw’ty,” L said with a slight pout, “I gets baba, pwea’.”

“You want a bottle?” Light asked.

“Yeah,” L said, “milks.”

“Sure,” Light told him, standing up with the baby to retrieve his bottle, “do you wanna warm up
your milk?”

“Pwea’,” L said with a nod.

Light walked into the kitchen, feeling slightly awkward carrying the baby in the place that they
normally worked, but that did not matter. The baby wanted a bottle and he would get it.

“No down, pwea,” L pouted when Light attempted to sit him down on a chair, “wants uppies.”

“I don’t know if I can carry you and get your bottle made at the same time,” Light explained.

“I helps,” L said, taking the bottle out of Light's hand and attempting to take the nipple off. He
couldn’t. L pouted at Light and the man chuckled at the pout, unscrewing the lid. L lit up, “see I
helps.”

Light smiled and shook his head, “okay, you can help.”

“Yay!” L said with a bright smile. Light decided that he liked L’s smile, even if it was slightly
hidden by his pacifier.

Together, they made L a bottle of milk and Light put it in the microwave for a few seconds to
warm it up. While waiting for his bottle, L yawned widely and hid his face in Light’s shoulder.

“Sleepy, Buddy?” Light asked, playing with L’s hair.

“No sweepies,” L denied.

“So, if I say lets snuggle and watch cartoons after your bottle, you’d say no?” Light asked with a
smile, knowing what the baby’s answer would be.

“No,” L said with a pout, “I wants dat, pwea.”

“Okay,” Light said, “only if you don’t fight your sleep.”

“Fine,” L pouted. They both knew that the baby would not keep his promise.

“Don’t pout at me,” Light scolded, “I just want you to sleep.”

“Baba,” L cheared, pointing toward the microwave when it beeped, not wanting to think about
going ni-ni. He just wanted his baba.

“Can you help me get the lid on?” Light asked.

“Yeah,” L nodded, holding onto the bottle while Light put the lid on, “I helps,” L smiled brightly.

“Yeah, you helped,” Light told him, “good boy.”

Instead of wrinkling his nose at the phrase like he normally did, L lit up like the sun at the praise.
“I good?”
“You are very good, Buddy,” Light assured.

L smiled, hugging Light and snuggling deep into his chest.

“Where do you want to drink?” Light asked, rubbing the baby’s back.

“In da bed,” L said, “watch ‘toons, pwea’?”

“Sure,” Light said, carrying him to the bedroom.

“Waptop,” L said, reaching for it as they passed it, “‘toons.”

“What cartoon do you want?” Light asked, sitting on the bed and opening the laptop.

“I does it,” L told him, tapping on his laptop before settling on a cartoon, “I wants dis,” L said,
clicking on a brightly colored cartoon.

“Wight does baba,” L said, snuggling to Light’s chest, taking his pacifier out and opening his
mouth.

“Okay,” Light said, wrapping an arm around the baby so that L’s head rested on his shoulder and
placed the nipple of the bottle into the baby’s waiting mouth. L hummed as he started to suckle and
closed his eyes as the warm milk touched his tongue. His cartoon became background noise.

L suddenly felt very sleepy as Light covered him with his blankie. He snuggled in a little deeper
and held onto Light’s shirt tightly, not wanting to have to worry about Light going away when he
closed his eyes.

“Aww,” Light said, rocking slowly, “poor sleepy baby.”

L made a noise of protest. He was not sleepy. He was not going to go ni-ni. He was going to
snuggle with Light and watch cartoons. No ni-ni.

“Shh,” Light cooed, looking down at the baby. He looked so adorable like this, curled up in his lap
and suckling on a bottle. He would need to convince L to do this when he was big, or at least at
night. “It’s okay. I’ll stay with you, Buddy.”

“Wight’s Buddy,” L muttered, more to himself than to Light.

“Yes, you’re my Buddy,” Light assured, rubbing L’s back.

L was mostly asleep by time he was finished. Light gently pulled the bottle out of the baby’s
mouth and when he whined, Light put his pacifier in his mouth. L hummed in appreciation and
resumed suckling.

“Go to sleep, Buddy,” Light said.

“No ni-ni,” L whined, squirming so that could stay awake. He opened his heavy eyes, trying to
focus on his cartoon, but he could not do it. His eyes felt heavy and he wanted to close his eyes. He
did not want to go ni-ni. He whined again, kicking his legs to try and stay awake.

“Shh,” Light cooed, holding his legs and playing with L’s hair, knowing that it would make L
relax, “such a sleepy baby needs to go ni-ni.”

“No sweepy baby,” L protested, though his eyes slipped closed and he relaxed into Light’s hold in
response to the man playing with his hair.
 “Shh, my Buddy” Light muttered, not commenting on L’s words. He started to hum L’s lullaby.

L whimpered holding his Sakura tighter and suckling his paci. Soon, Light’s humming and rocking
became too much. He simply could not keep his eyes open anymore. He was too sleepy. Maybe he
could go ni-ni. If Light did stay with him, he could go to sleep. Couldn’t he?

Yes, he could.

“Ni-ni,” L muttered before finally succumbing to sleep.

“Night, Baby,” Light said to the sleeping bundle in his arms. Light turned so that he could lay
down on his side with L still held securely in his arms.

“Sweet dreams.”

Chapter End Notes

IDK if next chapter will contain more Little L or have the introduction of Misa Misa.
Perhaps both.
 Play
Chapter Summary

L wakes up and he and Light continues to play. Later, Light needs to think

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

When L woke up, he yawned and looked around the room. Where was Light? Thankfully that
question was answered quickly. Light was right beside him on his back. He was ni-ni, so L took
that as an invitation to snuggle into Light’s side with his head pillowed on Light’s chest. He could
hear Light’s heartbeat. He liked that. The baby then lifted Sakura so he could snuggle with her
easier.

L was unsure how long he was laying there, snuggling with Light, when he felt Light shift. He
looked up to see Light open his eyes. The baby smiled at Light. He was awake!

"Hi, Wight," L greeted.

"Hey, Buddy," Light smiled back, honestly surprised that L was still this regressed, but he was not
going to complain.

“Are we gonna get up?” Light asked when it seemed like L was more than content to keep
snuggling. Light was not going to complain about the snuggling part, but he was starting to get
hungry, and he knew that L would be wet since they had slept for nearly two and a half hours.

“‘Tay, “ L sat up so that Light could stand, then lifted his arms, “uppie, pwea’.”

Light smiled, lifting the baby onto his hip and saying, “let's get your diaper changed, then we can
get something to eat.”

“Cake?” L asked, looking up at Light with puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe later,” Light said, placing L down so that he could change his diaper, “first you need to eat
some real food.”

“No faiw,” L pouted.

Light rolled his eyes, “whatever you say.”

“Say no faiw,” L fussed.

Light ignored the fussing and said, “I think we have some leftover soup.”

“Does,” L nodded as Light lifted him back up.

“Then we can have some soup for lunch,” Light said.

“Den cake?” L asked.

“If you’re still hungry, yes,” Light said, knowing that he would not be able to get the baby off of
the topic until he said yes.

“‘Tay,” L said, smiling because he got his way (well, mostly).

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” Light said, poking the tip of L’s nose. The baby giggled, covering
his nose with his hands. Light chuckled.

Thankfully, L did not put up a fuss about being put down on a kitchen chair. Light could admit, at
least to himself, that he did enjoy carrying L around and snuggling with him, but even he knew that
he could not carry around a hundred and ten pounds all day.

“What do you wanna do after lunch,” Light asked as he put a bowl in the microwave.

“Pway!” L exclaimed with a clap.

“What do you wanna play with?” Light asked.

“Caws,” L said, “wif Wight.”

“Sounds great, Buddy,” Light had tried to get L to play with his toys with minimal success. He
normally glared at him and pouted. A few times, L played with his toys, but it was not much.

“Yay!” L cheered. He would get to play with Light!

Light placed their bowls on the table. L looked at his bowl for a second before handing his spoon
to Light.

“Wight does it,” L said, “pwea.”

Light smiled, “sure,” he took the spoon out of L’s hand and started to feed him.

“Cake now, pwea,” L asked once he had finished his soup.

Light sighed, “I guess a promise is a promise.”

“Cherry,” L requested, “pwea’.”

“Sure, Kiddo.”

“Fank ‘oo,” L thanked with a smile.

Light smiled back. He was starting to love L’s smile.

“I down,” L said once they returned to L’s room. Light did not put him down. “Wight,” L whined
with a pout, “I want down.”

Light held on to the baby a little tighter when he tried to squirm out of his arms and bounced him,
“what happened to wanting uppies?” Light teased.

“I want downs,” L pouted, “want a pway. Pwea’ Wight?”

“Okay, Buddy,” Light said, “I’ll put you down. Go get your cars.”

“Caws,” L smiled, crawling over to the safe and pulling out his cars.
“Wight pway,” L said when the man did not move to play with him. He took a red car and handed
it to Light.

“Sure, Buddy,” Light said.

“Gets Wight’s caw,” L said, bumping into Light’s car with his.

“Oh, I’m going to get L’s car now,” Light said, doing the same to L's car.

“Elwie caw wun away!” L squealed.

Light laughed. L was too cute, calling himself Ellie, and the way he was playing was so adorable.

"Oh no, Ellie's car can't run away," Light said, chasing L's car, "I'm going to get Ellie’s car."

"No, Wight," L said, "no get Elwie caw."

"Oh yes, I am," Light teased.

"No, wet's wace," L told him, holding his hands up.

"You wanna race now?" Light asked in a teasing tone with a smirk.

"Yeah, wace caws!" L exclaimed, "stawt thewe," L pointed to the other end of the room.

"Let's go!"

"Yay!" L crawled after Light.

They continued to play. They only stopped when L needed a diaper change or a drink. Soon, much
too soon in both L and Light's opinions, they had to stop the play for dinner and bedtime.

“No,no bedtime,” L said, tears entering his eyes, “I no sweepy.”

“But you got sleepy eyes,” Light said, rubbing the side of his face with his thumb. He had a bottle
in his other hand. They were on the bed and L was in Light’s lap.

“No,” L whined, “no wan’ ni-ni. Wight weave when ni-ni.”

Light sighed, “yes, I gotta go home so that my family doesn’t get concerned,” he explained.

“No,” L sniffled, tears streaming down his face, “don’ wan’ ‘oo go bye-bye. ‘Oo stay.”

“I wish I could, Buddy,” Light said, tempted to get out his phone to tell his father that he was
staying at a friend’s house because they lost track of time. He was eighteen, and his parents were
starting to loosen up a little bit now that he was in university.

“Shh, Buddy,” Light cooed, “I’ll come back tomorrow as soon as I can.”

“How soon?” L asked.

“Before seven,” Light told him, “how about that?”

“No wate,” L asked, practically begged.

“No, I won’t be late,” Light promised.

L sniffled again, “no weave if big boy?”

Now, that question surprised Light. Honestly, he did not think about what he would do if L was
back to his normal self the next day. He had not expected him to regress today, and was not sure
what he was going to do that day with L. Light assumed that they would work on the case or
something. He suddenly wished that L would be little the next day. The man could admit that he
liked watching after the baby. It was like he could forget about the case (even about being Kira
and killing L), and just relax. He felt more relaxed than he remembered being in a long time. Was
that why L regressed like this? So that he could forget about the world for a while. It made since.

“No, I won’t leave if you’re a big boy,” Light promised.

“‘Tay,” L said, “I go ni-ni.”

“Good boy,” Light prised, “here, take your bottle.”

L opened his mouth and latched on.

“That’s it, Baby,” Light cooed with a smile. Yes, he was going to do this when L was big.

“Good boy,” Light praised when L closed his eyes, “that’s it, go night-night. You don’t need to
fight it. You don’t need to be stubborn. Just go ni-ni.”

“Ni-ni,” L muttered.

Light hated to leave once L fell asleep, but he needed to go, no matter how hard it was.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, Buddy,” Light promised the now sleeping baby before leaving to go home.

Light, once again, did not sleep very well that night. He walked in, said hi to his parents, and said
that he was going to sleep. He honestly was very tired. Taking care of the baby, while fun, was
hard work and left him feeling worn out. Still, sleep did not come easily, his mind was running too
fast.

Two predominant thoughts ran through his mind. He enjoyed what he and L did that day and what
was he going to do now. He liked playing with the baby, seeing him smile and hearing his giggles.
He hated when L cried, it broke his heart to see the tears and hear his little sniffles or loud sobs. He
did, however, like comforting him and assuring him that everything was alright. He liked cuddling
with the baby, and even liked it when L was a little bit clingy. Clinginess was usually a pet peeve
of his, but when L was clingy, it was cute. Like a little koala bear. He already enjoyed feeding L
(and now that included bottle feeding him) and enjoyed the power he had over L when changing
his diaper. But that is all it was about, power. Today, it was not about truly taking care of L. Just
like one would do with a real child. The power, at least for a few hours, was the furthest thing from
his mind.

So, that brought up his other thought- what was he going to do now? Emotions were involved now,
at least with baby L. These emotions went beyond the anger that he usually felt when he thought
about L, and they went past the joy that he felt when he had power and control over L. The
emotions involved now were… Light did not even know how to describe them. All he knew was
that he liked little L. He might even say that he did not want baby L to die.

And that is where the problem laid. L had to die. That was just a fact. L was the only thing that was
in his way. The only way that L would not have to die is if he joined Kira. Light did not see that
 ever happening. L was too adamant about bring Kira to “justice.” He was against Kira, and Kira
making the new world that was safe for everyone to live. L was against justice. He wanted to kill
Kira, kill Light. That is what he needed to focus on. He could not focus on how much he liked L
while he was regressed or how much he did not want to kill that side of L. Sacrifices needed to be
made while making a new world, and little L would have to be one of them. Unfortunately, there
was no way that L would stay little or that he would join him, so he needed to die.

Light knew that he should take tomorrow off to get his head back on straight. He did not need
these emotions clouding his judgement with L. He should take the day off, write down more
names as he missed the opportunity to do it today. If no criminals (or very little) died on days that
Light spent time with L, then that would make him look more suspicious in the eyes of L. Of
course, L would have to lie about what they were doing, and Light could not use the photos to keep
him quiet about that. If Light used the photos against L to try and keep him quiet about that, it
would make Light look that much more suspicious.

Light, however, knew that he could not take the day off. One, he made a promise to the baby that
he would be there for him at seven, and he did not want to break a promise to baby L. Even though
L needed to die, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, and knew that if he broke a
promise to baby L, that could ruin any opportunity to take care of L like he did today. Not only
that, it would break the trust that baby L had in him. If little L had that much trust in him, that
would mean that he would be able to get big L to trust him. If he showed that he could be trusted
with his little side, then that could make it easier to get closer to normal L and get information that
could lead to his real name. Plus, with what happened at the beginning of the day, he wanted to
reinforce that Light was the only one that could change his diapers if he was big. He wanted to
reinforce the power that he had over L.

Right now, he was in too deep to take a day off.

So, Light forced his mind to shut up so that he could get some sleep. The last thought that he had
before he fell asleep was that he hoped that L was little the next day.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter L will not be Little, sorry. I promise that there will be more baby L later
in the story. IDK what will happen next chapter. We'll see when I write it.
 Bottle
Chapter Summary

L and Light talk like (mostly) civilized human beings.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light arrived at the hotel at 6:30 in the morning. Light walked into L's room to see that he was still
sleeping. He was curled up in a loose ball. His pacifier fell out of his mouth at some point in the
night as it was on his pillow. His panda bear was on the floor. Light walked over to the bear and
picked her up. He placed her in L's arms then climbed into bed. He made sure that he did not wake
L. He held the older man.

About fifteen minutes later, L started to squirm in his arms.

"Light?" L groaned, "you're back."

"Yeah," Light said. He wanted to say more, but L beat him to it.

"I was little yesterday," L said like he was commenting on the weather.

"Yeah," Light confirmed, "do you remember anything?" Light hoped that he did.

"Bits and pieces. It'll all come to me later," L told him with a yawn, "I can tell that I was little more
by the way I feel."

"How do you feel?" Light asked. Usually, when he asked personal questions like that, L would
refuse to answer or told Light it was none of his business. Now, he did answer.

"It's hard to describe," L muttered, still half asleep and therefore more open, "my brain feels all
fuzzy and slow."

"How long does this normally last?" Light asked.

"An hour or so. Taking a shower helps the fuzziness go away," L explained.

"Do you wanna take a shower?" Light asked, rubbing L's back.

L shook his head, "morning snuggles first."

Light smiled. He was not sure when 'morning snuggles' became a thing, but one morning, Light
insisted that they cuddle after L had a nightmare. The next day, L asked for a cuddle in the
morning very reluctantly after Light asked him what was wrong for what felt like the thousandth
time.

"L, come on, man, it's obvious that something is bothering you," Light had told him.

"I'm fine," L had insisted.

"No, you're not," Light had said, "so, please tell me what's wrong.

"It's just, I," L had hesitated any other moment.

Light had placed his hand on L's shoulder, "just tell me what's wrong."

"I wanna snuggle," L had said in a rush.

"That's it?" Light had smiled, "we can snuggle if you want."

"I want to," L had said, still sounding like he did not want to admit it.

"Then get over here," Light had told him, "we can snuggle for a little bit."

And they did until they could not anymore because it was time for the team to come to work.

Now, about every other day, they had morning snuggles. Light supposed that he should not be
surprised that today would be a day for morning snuggles.

"Okay," Light said, "we can have some morning snuggles."

L simply hummed and snuggled closer. Light took the blanket, which had been pushed down
around L's waist at some point during the night, and wrapped it around L's shoulders.

"So, what do you remember?" Light asked.

"Hmm," L hummed before answering, "remember the spanking and remember some of the
playing. Remember being clingy. Sorry."

"Don't say sorry," Light said instantly, "I can't exactly blame you for being clingy after a
punishment. It was kinda cute."

L blushed, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"We probably talk about it at some point," Light told him, "you need to regress sometimes, don't
you?"

"Yeah, sometimes," L said.

"How often?" Light asked.

L, who was more awake because of the conversation, said, "don't worry about it."

"Well, that just makes me worry more," Light told him. L looked up at Light with questioning
eyes. "Okay, Buddy, how about this. Everything that we say here is honest. No games, no tricks. I
promise."

"And I'm just supposed to trust your word?" L said.

"I've never broken a promise to you before," Light said, and he was not lying. He had never broken
a promise to L. He was there right now because he promised L while he was regressed.

L looked down and thought about it for a second. He then said, "I have a question before I answer
yours."

"Okay, what's the question?" Light said, knowing that he would need to have some give and take if
he wanted the information he needed.

"Can I trust you with my little side?" L asked.

"What?" Light said, surprised by the question, but when he thought about it, he supposed that he
should not be. L was an extremely secretive and private person. The fact that he was even thinking
about trusting Light to the most vulnerable part of himself was amazing in of itself. Amazing and
stupid at the same time. Light could use this side of L against him. That thought made a small pang
of guilt rush through his chest. He pushed it away. It was not like he was going to hurt baby L. He
was just going to ask a few questions. There was nothing wrong with asking a couple of questions
to someone that he was taking care of.

"As you know, this is an extremely vulnerable side of myself, and I need to make sure that it is
protected," L explained.

"Yes, I know, but you can trust me with your little side. I won't hurt you," Light promised.

"You spanked me," L said, lifting his head off of Light's chest to look at him.

"Hey, you deserved that. It was a punishment. I'm not just going to bend you over my knee and
spank you for no reason. Plus, I stopped the second I realized that you were regressed," Light said.

L put his head back down on Light's chest, "because you made baby sad," L whispered.

"What?" Light asked, wishing that L would look at him when they were talking like this. He could
hardly hear L when he decided to mutter and was not looking at him.

"Because you made baby sad," L repeated, "that what you told me when I asked why you were sad
after you spanked me. You felt guilty for hurting my little side.”

“I guess you’re not wrong,” Light said, “I mean, I never really wanted to hurt you, L, and I
definitely did not want to hurt your little side. I just wanted you to learn your lesson.”

L blushed at the choice of words. He nearly protested that he had no lesson to learn, but he thought
better of it. Light certainly thought that he had a lesson to learn, and would probably do the same
thing next time he thought that he needed to learn a lesson. He did not want to run the risk of being
spanked again, so he said, “well, next time you think I have a lesson to learn, a time out will
suffice.”

Light thought of that for a second. Was L giving him permission to punish him by giving him a
time out? It made sense. While it would be embarrassing, Light would much rather be given a time
out than a spanking if given a choice. Of course, he was not asking, but Light supposed that was an
acceptable alternative to a spanking. It would help L learn a lesson without hurting him.

“Well,” Light said, his voice taking on a teasing tone, “if you would just be a good boy, we would
not have to worry about that, now would we?”

L hummed, “I can’t be good all the time. You should know this by now, Light.”

“Yes, well, last time I check, I still own you three spankings,” Light said with a teasing smirk. He
was not actually going to spank L. He was just teasing him.

L looked up with wide eyes, trying to decipher if Light was serious or not. He could not tell.

"No," L shook his head. He did not want any more spankings.
“Oh, yes, I do,” Light said, going to sit up, "but how we are talking, I might put you in time out for
a few minutes," he was not planning to do that either.

"No, no," L's eyes widened, and he sat up with Light, "I learned my lesson, I promise. I promise I
won't change myself again."

"What else?" Light asked.

"I can't promise not to lie. You know that" L dropped his head.

"Then in time out you go," Light said, moving to stand.

L grabbed Light's shirt sleeve, "no Light, no. I don't want a time out! I'll be good."

Light turned back to look at L. He was pouting with Sakura held to his chest, he was tugging
gently at his sleeve, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Hey, hey, I'm just teasing, L," Light said, dropping the act, pulling L back into an embrace. He
picked up L's pacifier and pressed it to L's lips. The man latched onto the pacifier and suckled,
comforted by the motion and Light's arms. "I'm not going to put you in time out.

"Promise?" L asked, not moving from his spot on Light's chest.

"Yes, Buddy, I promise," Light said, "I was just joking."

"That was mean, Light," L whined.

"I know," Light said, "I'm sorry."

"You said no games," L pouted.

"That wasn't a game," Light said, "I was just joking."

L huffed, wrapping his free arm around Light's waist.

"You're sensitive after coming out little space, aren't you?" Light asked.

"A little bit," L said.

"Okay. Note to self, don't tease L after he comes out of little space," L said.

"No, don't tease L after he comes out of little space," L parroted.

L was still pouting. Light honestly hated when L pouted. It looked so sad and pitiful, and Light
would do anything to get L to stop pouting. "Okay, what can I do to make it up to you?"

"More morning snuggles and cookies for breakfast," L said immediately with a small smile.

Little shit.

"How about more morning snuggles and cookies after breakfast," Light said.

"Deal."

"Good boy," Light said with a smile. L snuggled closer, still suckling on his pacifier, apparently
not minding the praise this time.
Light continued to hold L for about fifteen more minutes. He broke the relaxed silence by saying,
"do you wanna take a shower now?"

L shook his head. Honestly, he did not ready to give up on the fuzziness in his brain. It was a
relaxing, comforting feeling before the chaos of his high intellect took over again. He was not
willing to give it up yet. Plus, Light had questions.

"Didn't you have a couple of questions, Light?" L asked.

"Yeah," Light said.

"What are they?"

"Will one, how often do you usually regress?" Light asked.

"Depends. If I had my way, I'd regress at least once or twice a week, but sometimes I go weeks
without being able to. Once I went six months," L explained.

"L," Light sighed.

"It's not like I wanted to," L defended, looking up at Light, "I was on a case, and I had no little
supplies, so he would have been upset anyway without Sakura or the pacifier or diapers."

"You need to take care of yourself," Light said, "that includes regression."

"I thought you were taking care of me," L huffed.

"Touche," Light said. "Does anyone else know about the regression?"

"No one alive," L said.

Light gave him a questioning look.

"I don't wanna talk about it," L said with a shake of the head.

"Okay, we don't have to talk about it. I have one more question, and then we need to change your
diaper if you don't wanna take a shower yet."

"What is it?" L asked.

"Do you trust me with your little side?" Light needed to know.

"I think so," L said, and that was stupid, he knew. He was trusting his little side with a potential
mass murderer, but as long as Light was being truthful and did not hurt him, this could be a good
way to make Light not want to kill him. He already knew that Light was found of his little side by
the memories he was slowly remembering. He could get him to care about his little side so much
that he did not want to kill him. It was not the best plan, L knew and left a lot of room to get hurt,
but L was willing to risk it.

"I guess I'll take it," Light said, then patted L's back, "c'mon, let change your butt."

"Don't say it like that," L pouted.

"Oh, c'mon," Light rolled his eyes, "don't need you to develop a rash."

L shook his head, "those hurt," he mumbled.

"I bet," Light said, going to the safe, which had not been closed the night before, and took out a
diaper. When he turned back to L, he was already on his back on the floor. His pacifier was
bobbing rhythmically in his mouth, and his panda bear was held to his chest; his fingers were
buried in her fur. In a word- adorable, and Light did not even try and push that thought away. There
was no point in trying to deny that he thought the older man was cute.

"Do you want to wear your normal clothes?" Light asked.

"Yes, please," L responded.

"I got it," Light said, getting a baggy white shirt and blue jeans.

Light made quick work of changing him, noting with relief that L's butt was back to a normal pale
color.

"Up we go," Light said, helping L stand. L took his pacifier out of his mouth and placed it in the
safe for the next change. He kept Sakura in his arms.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Light asked.

"Cookies," L smiled

"Aside from that," Light rolled his eyes.

It was nearing ten P.M. when L started getting tired. Stupid Light and his nighttime routine making
him tired so early. He was also very wet, so he went up to the younger man and tugged on his shirt
sleeve.

"What's up, Buddy?" Light asked. L hated to admit it, but he liked it when Light called him 'Buddy'
and was even starting to like Light calling him 'good boy.'

"I'm wet," L said, nibbling on his thumbnail.

Light looked at the time, "it's about time to go to bed anyway, Buddy."

"I'm sleepy," L nodded.

Light smiled. When L was "sleepy," it was easier to convince him to do things because he wanted
to go to sleep.

"Wait here a second," Light said, gently pushing him down on the chair.

L whined, "wet and sleepy," he complained.

Light ran a hand through L's hair. He was regressed to his older kid mentality, which was better.

"I know, and we're going to fix that soon, okay. Just stay here for a second. I'll be right back,"
Light assured.

"Okay," L pouted.

"Awe, don't pout at me," Light ruffled L's hair, causing him to smile. "Good boy."

L sat there for about fifteen minutes while Light did whatever he was doing in his room.
"C'mon, Buddy," Light said once he walked back into the main room, "let's get ready to go to bed."

"Bedtime," L muttered under his breath.

"Yes, it's bedtime," Light smiled.

L stood and took Light's hand and let the man lead him to his room.

"Lay down, Buddy," Light ordered gently.

"Paci," L said, "paci first."

Light chuckled, "here," Light pressed his snooze button to L's lips. L accepted the pacifier then
laid down, noticing that everything for a change was on the floor, including a baby blue, fuzzy
sleeper. L looked at the sleeper in confusion. Light had never changed him into baby clothes before
going to sleep.

"Though it would be more comfortable," Light explained when he noticed L eyeing the sleeper. L
nodded, not thinking much of it.

"Up," Light said, and L lifted his hips.

As always, the change was quick, and soon, L was in a fresh diaper and sleeper.

"Bed," L said as Light lifted him up onto his hip.

"Yeah, Baby, bed," Light smiled, bouncing the little on his hip.

Once they were on the bed, Light gathered L on his lap and started to rock. L hummed and
snuggled closer to Light. He gripped Light's shirt and suckled on his pacifier harder, ready to go to
sleep.

Light then pulled his pacifier out of his mouth. L whimpered at the loss. "Mine," L whined, tears
entering his eyes as Light put it on the bedside table. He wanted his pacifier back.

"I know, Buddy," Light said in a comforting voice, "I'll give it back as soon as you drink all your
baba."

"I don't want that," L said when he saw Light had his bottle filled with milk in his hand, though his
first instinct was to snuggle back into Light and open his mouth. "I'm not a baby."

"I didn't say you were a baby," Light said, rubbing up and down L's back with his free hand, "I just
know how much you like your baba."

"I'mma big boy. Big boys don't need bottles," L said.

"But big boys need diapers and pacifiers and stuffies?" Light asked, sounding confused.

L whined, holding onto his panda bear a little tighter. He did not like what Light was doing. He just
wanted to go to sleep.

"Okay, how about this," Light said to make it sound like a compromise, "if you don't like it, we
don't have to do it again."

L thought about that for a second before saying, "okay." L then relaxed against Light and opened
his mouth for his bottle.
 "Good boy," Light praised, "such a good boy for me."

L closed his eyes and suckled on his bottle. He liked it and knew he would. The warm milk was
making him feel sleepier and more relaxed. As he drank his bottle, he felt himself slipping further
into little space. L did not fight it. He told Light that he trusted him with his little space, and now
he wanted the man to prove it.

When L finished his bottle, Light tugged it gently out of his mouth so that L would not swallow
air. He did not want the boy to get a tummy ache. He then reached over and picked up the pacifier.

L cracked open his eyes when he felt Light try to give him his pacifier. He accepted without a
second thought. He then felt Light position them so that Light was lying on his back and L was on
his side with his head pillowed on Light's chest. The baby hummed in satisfaction and snuggled
closer to Light.

"Ni-ni Wight," L muttered before going to sleep.

Light looked down at L in shock. Had L regressed fully during the bottle feeding, or had his words
been jumbled because of the pacifier. Light shook his head. Whatever the reason, he had gotten L
to take his bottle and go to sleep with minimal fuss.

That, Light counted as a win.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter Misa will show up, and Light will do something nice for L. Also,
Watari's going to be back next chapter too. I promise I have not forgotten about his
existence. He just needed to be out of the way for a bit.

Possible stupid question because I think I know the answer, but do you guys want to
see L fully regressed again and Light playing and taking care of him before Light goes
into confinement? Let me know.
 Roars
Chapter Summary

Light gives L a gift and has some play time with baby L.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light stretched as he finished writing criminals' names in the death note. He had to change the way
that he wrote names since the… thing with L started. Because of all of his time spent with L, he
had to change the times in which he wrote names, but that would be suspicious if Kira suddenly
changed the time that criminals died to fit into when Light Yagami was taking care of L. So, he
had to write when most of the criminals died from 5-11 the next day. Light typically spent time
with L from 10-12 at night.

That had also had to change recently because Watari was finally back from wherever he was. L
texted him when Watari retired for the night. Light would show up about 30 minutes later. They
had to stay in L's room so they would not be found by Watari. They had to be more cautious in
general. The older man was observant and protective over L. If he found out what Light was doing
to L, he was as good as dead, and he would not have to worry about a Shinigami.

"Light, there's a package for you!" Light heard his mother from the bottom of the stairs.

Light rushed down the stairs, trying to hide his smile. He knew exactly what was in the package.

"Thanks, Mom," Light smiled, taking the box from his mother's hands.

"Did you order more books?"

"Yeah," Light lied easily, turning to walk back up the stairs, "I'm going to keep studying, Mom."

"You don't really have books in there, do you, Lighto," Ryuk laughed.

Light gave Ryuk a pointed look that, thankfully, his mother could not see.

"So, what's in the box?" Ryuk asked once they entered Light's room.

"Something for L," Light said, opening the box to make sure that everything looked right.

"Toy dinosaurs?" Ryuk asked, cocking his head.

"Yeah, he likes dinosaurs," Light explained. He took the T-rex out of the volcano house. The
plushie was about 8 inches tall and light brown in color. It was incredibly soft, and he knew that L
would love it. He would also love the four (blue Triceratops, green Stegosaurus, light orange
Brontosaurus, and a grey Pterodactyl).

Light smiled. He had been waiting for about a week for the toy to arrive. Once he realized that L
loved dinosaurs so much, he looked all over the internet for a toy that L would love. These were
perfect. They were soft and big enough to snuggle with and play with.
"So, you're buying L gifts now?" Ryuk asked.

"And what if I am," Light said, putting the T-rex back in the volcano and crossing his arms.

Ryuk laughed at the defensiveness. Light rolled his eyes and was about to say something else
when he heard his mother shout up at him again.

"Light! You have a friend at the door!"

"Ohh, a friend," Ryuk said.

Light rolled his eyes and shouted back, "coming!"

Light closed the box and hid it under his desk. He would whether not have someone find a child’s
toys in his room. He would bring it to L after he texted him.

Light was fuming after his talk with the Misa girl. She not only killed several completely innocent
people to get his attention, threatened to kill other innocent people, and her Shinigami also
threatened to kill him if he could not keep Misa happy (which meant that he had to go along with
her “helping” him), but she also threatened to kill L.

“No, L is mine,” Light had said. He tried not to think more about that statement. L was his to kill.
That is all he meant.

At least he had a free pair of Shinigami eyes, and she agreed to not kill anyone else without his say
so, including L.

Light took a deep breath. He could not let L know that he was mad. Not only would not make him
suspicions, but it would ruin his nighttime routine with L. That could not be ruined, unless it was
by his gift.

Light smiled, forcing himself to forget all about the Misa girl for now, and began to focus his mind
on L.

L sat in front of his computer, impatiently waiting for Light to arrive. What was the hold up? He
texted Light over an hour ago. He shifted in his chair, grumbling at the wetness. His diaper was
getting uncomfortable and he was starting to itch. He was going to ask Light if he could have a
shower. L tried not to think about how he had to ask permission, nor about how he really did not
mind it. It was kind of nice, not needing to make all of the decisions and having someone to take
care of him like this.

He was tempted to text Light again, but he did not want to come across as too clingy or needy. So,
he waited for what felt like forever, but it was just a few minutes, then there was a knocking at the
door.

“There you are, Light,” L said, trying to hide the whine. Not succeeding.

Light rolled his eyes stepping through the doorway, “I take it you’re ready for bed?”

L ignored the question, looking at the box in Light’s hands, “what’s in the box?” he asked, almost
worried that it was something like the feminine diapers.
“Let’s get you changed first, then I’ll show you,” Light said with a smile.

L cocked his head, now very curious about what Light could have in the box. He wanted to see, so
he followed Light into his room.

They easily fell into their routine, L laid down and let Light change him while suckling on his
pacifier. Light asked if he wanted to wear his adult clothes or baby clothes.

“Baby clothes,” L answered for once, normally he chose his adult clothes to sleep in which
consisted of one of his white long sleeve shirts and a diaper.

“That’s new,” Light said, standing to pick out a sleeper.

“I’m feeling kinda little,” L whispered, as if he did not want to admit it.

Light smiled, running a hand through L’s hair, causing the boy to lean into his touch, “thank for
telling me, Buddy. Let’s get you dressed, just relax okay.”

“Tay,” L nodded, feeling the pleasant fuzziness starting to overtake his brain. He would not be big
for much longer but that was okay. Light would take care of him.

“Good boy,” Light smiled, helping the soon to be baby get dressed. He was already looking
forward to L’s reaction to the dinosaurs, now he really wanted to see what baby L’s reaction would
be.

“Box,” L said, pointing to it when Light helped him sit up, “wanna see.”

“I hope you like it,” Light said with a smile, handing L the box, “happy birthday,” he said, more to
be sarcastic.

L cocked his head, “Not my birthday. You don’t know my birthday.”

“Merry Christmas, then,” Light said.

“Three weeks away,” L said, looking even more confused.

“Just open it, you nerd,” Light teased.

“Notta nerd,” L pouted, but listened to Light and opened the box.

Light was about to comment on L’s ‘notta nerd’ statement, but stopped short when L took out the
volcano. “Open it.’

“More open?” L asked.

“Yes, more open,” Light smiled, “I promise that you’ll like it.”

L nodded, unzipping the closing to the volcano and pulling out a stuffie Pterodactyl. Light saw the
moment that L slipped fully. He beamed and dumped the rest of the dinosaurs out.

“Roars!” L exclaimed, eyes bright, bouncing on his bottom in pure excitement and happiness,
“Wight got woaws!”

“Yeah, I got you some roars,” Light said, so happy that the baby liked the dinosaurs.

L then tackled Light in a hug, squeezing the man tight to show his appreciation for the toy, “Fank
‘oo, Wight. Woves dem!”

Light laughed, hugging the baby back, “I’m happy that you like them, Baby, but we gotta be
quieter. We don’t want Watari to hear.”

“No Wawa heaw,” L whispered, “shh.”

“Yeah, we gotta shh,” Light said, heart nearly exploding at how L said Watari. He could not get
any cuter.

“We pway?” L asked, sleepiness all gone now that he had new toys to play with.

“Yeah, how about we play for an hour?” Light suggested.

“Houw ‘nd half,” L countered, laying on his tummy, play with his dinosaurs and snuggling them.
He loved how soft they were.

“Hour and fifteen minutes,” Light said, knowing that L would be cranky the next day if they
stayed up too long.

“Houw ‘nd half,” L pouted at Light.

Light raised an eyebrow, trying his best not the break at the puppy dog eyes. He could not let L
know how much his big, adorable eyes affected him. L would use them even more if he knew.

“Houw ‘nd fifteen,” L pouted harder, trying to get Light to change his mind.

“Good,” Light said, laying down next to L, “now let’s play. You don’t wanna waste play time by
pouting.”

“Pway,” L said, “Wight pway too,” he handed Light the Brontosaurus plush.

“Sure, Baby,” Light said.

“Woaw,” L growled quietly.

“You’re so stinkin’ cute,” Light muttered under his breath, not meaning for L to hear him, but the
baby did and smiled.

“I knows,” L said with a giggle.

“Just play, you nerd,” Light said, taking the Brontosaurus from L’s hand.

“Notta newd,” L protested.

“How about a cute nerd?” Light suggested, hoping in the back of his mind that L did not remember
this conversation. He would use it against him to make fun of him.

“No newd. Jus’ cute,” L said.

Light chuckled, “at least you know you’re cute.”

“Does,” L smiled, then decided that the conversation was over when he had his dinosaur attack
Light’s.

“Why do you always attack me?” Light asked, chuckling.

“Woaw says nom Wight woaw,” L claimed.

“Well, your roar can go nom something else,” Light said.

L smiled before making his dinosaur “bite” Light’s cheek with a, “nom.”

Light gasped, holding his cheek, “Ow,” he said playfully.

L giggled, knowing that Light was just playing, but he needed to make Light’s ‘owie’ all better. So,
L pulled Light’s hand away from his cheek, making his dinosaur kiss Light’s cheek with a
“mwah,” then saying, “alw bettw. No mowe owie.”

Light chuckled, “that you for making my owie all better, Baby.”

“Welcomes,” L smiled, then his dinosaur turned his attention to Light’s dinosaur, “grrr, grrr.”

Light had to stifle a laugh at L’s ‘threatening’ little grrs. Light made his dinosaur run away.

“No, Wight woaw. No wun’way,” L said.

“My roar is gonna run away if Ellie’s roar is gonna be mean,” Light said.

“Elwie woaw not be mean,” L said, “pwomise.”

“You sure?” Light asked.

L nodded.

L did not keep his promise.

The hour and fifteen minutes passed way too fast for Light and L.

“Pway wittle bit mowe,” L begged, “Pwea’.”

“It’s bedtime, L,” Light said firmly.

“Awe,” L pouted, “I takes a woaw a bed?”

“Sure,” Light said, “but the roar better stay quiet and go ni ni too.”

“‘Tay,” L nodded, picking up the T-rex and his Sakura before putting the rest of the dinosaurs in
their home.

“Uppies,” L said, reaching up to Light. Light happily picked him up.

“Do you want a baba?” Light asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Yeah,” L said with a nod, “wants a baba.”

“Okay,” Light said, putting the baby on the bed, “stay here and I’ll get your baba.”

“Fast,” L said with a smile.

“I’ll be Sonic fast,” Light told him, ruffling his hair.

L giggled.
 “Baba,” L smiled, making grabby hands to his baba.

“C’mere, Little Guy,” Light said, pulling the baby to him so that L’s head was resting on his chest.
Light took L’s pacifier out of his mouth and gave him his bottle.

“Ni-ni, L,” Light said after the baby was done with his bottle, helping the baby lay down and
cuddling him.

“Ni-ni,” L responded.

About five minutes later, Light heard L make his little, “grr,” sounds while making his dinosaur
bounce up his arm.

“Tell your roar it’s ni-ni time, Ellie,” Light said, trying not to smile at L’s antics. That would only
encourage him.

“Ni-ni time woaw,” L giggled sleepily, snuggling his dinosaur to his chest and cuddling deeper into
Light’s chest.

They were both asleep in just a few minutes.

Chapter End Notes

Honestly L only calls his dinosaurs "roars" because that is what my nearly two year
old cousin calls them.
Next chapter Light well go into confinement. Get ready for some said times, guys.
 Stalemate
Chapter Summary

Light goes into confinement.

Chapter Notes

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“Ryuzaki, may I talk to you a moment, please,” Watari asked one day.

“Sure,” L said, hopping down from his chair, wondering what he did to get in trouble. Even though
Watari did not have the ‘you are trouble’ undertone to his voice, so he might not be in trouble.
Good, L thought in the back of his mind. Light put him in timeout last night because he did not
want to eat his dinner and got mouthy to him. He was still a little bit pouty about it. He would not
admit it to anyone else, especially not Light, but he liked it in a way. He hated the timeout, but he
liked the structure that Light was providing him. It was something that he craved all of his life, but
no one provided him even when he was an actual child. Not even Watari did it for long. Once L
started to misbehave, Watari gave up on the structure and let him do whatever he wanted to do.
There were several times in his life that Watari was “determined” to change his eating habits, but L
never took him seriously because he knew that he would give up soon. Sometimes it felt like
Watari was giving up on him. Light, on the other hand, provided him boundaries, rules, and
structure that L loved. Even after a mouth and a half and some push back and misbehavior from L
(not too much because of the photos), and he still had the structure. It amazed L in a way, but he
supposed that Light just liked the control and power.

“What is it, Watari?” L asked.

“I have noticed you seem… happier as of late,” Watari told him with a small smile.

L shifted his weight from foot to foot subtly. He knew that he looked better and seemed happier.
Even Matsuda had pointed it out and Light smirked arrogantly when someone pointed it out, and L
grumbled a ‘thank you’ under his breath even if it was not necessarily a compliment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Watari,” L lied. He did not want to have this conversation
Watari, especially since he knew why he seemed “happier.”

Watari hummed his disbelief, “you do not have to tell me, My Boy,” he said, patting L’s head, L
leaned into the touch, “but please do keep it up. I want to see you happy.

That caused L’s heart to clench. Did Watari (unknowingly as it was) say that Kira was good for
him. Oh, God.

“Uh, thank you, Watari,” L said, trying to keep his voice as normal as possible, “may I go back to
work.”

“Yes,” Watari said.

L groaned to himself once he was far enough away from Watari. In the back of his head, he knew
that the structure that Light was providing him was good for him, but hearing that from his father
figure was different.

He has been wondering more and more here recently how he would convict Light when he finally
got the evidence that he needed to put him away. Sure, Light gave him the structure and boundaries
and rules that he had been craving all of his life, and while he was stern, he was not mean. Sure,
Light gave him the opportunity to regress and have a caregiver. Something that he did not realize
that he wanted until he had it. But, was it worth keeping Kira out on the streets to have these
things?

He had to admit that he did not one hundred percent agree or disagree with Kira. He does believe
that there are some people in this world that are so evil and have done such heinous acts that it is
better for society that they cease to be, and he was, in a way, happy that someone seemed to have
the power that even he did not have to do something about it. He could also acknowledge that the
global crime rates have gone down because of Kira. So, on a fundamental level, he did agree with
Kira, and if it was all fundamentals, he would have never agreed to go after Kira.

However, it was not all fundamental. There were deeper issues that L had with Kira. He hated it
when Light killed the FDI agents. He understood why Light did it in a way. Light was stuck in a
corner that L pushed him into and acted out as such. Still, it made Kira look like a scared little kid,
not the God he was claiming to be. Light took the news as gospel, which was not okay. In Japan
99% of people arrested were convicted. This was either because all Japanese police officers were
as good as he was, or because Japanese judges could be penalized by a personnel office if they rule
in ways the office dislikes, therefore they have a biased incentive to convict. L could not imagine
the amount of people sitting in a cell, who were wrongfully convicted, and terrified that Kira was
going to kill them. L was not saying that any other justice system was any better. All justice
systems are corrupt in one way or another. Light needs to learn about these justice systems and the
advantages and the disadvantages of them because he seems to know that the justice system is
corrupt, but not the why. Without knowing the why, he could soon become corrupt himself and not
even realize it. Light is also incredibly naive. He thinks that the only way to create a “perfect
world” is to kill the criminals. Getting rid of criminals was not the thing that needed to happen to
create a fair world. There is systemic oppression in most societies around the world. Systemic
racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism and more as examples. There are also more to crime than
“the person who commits a crime is bad. There is poverty, metal health, systemic oppressions, and
lack of education all linked to crime. If they could be fixed or if there were resources for these
people, the crime rate would plummet.

If Light could fix some of these things, L would 100% agree with him and would have reached out
to work with him.

What if he changed now? L asked himself. L could bring this up to Light, but there was a
possibility that Light would think of it as another trick.

L sighed and shook his head. He needed to think of the now, not what could be if this was a perfect
world. He needed to focus on getting evidence that Light is Kira and putting him away. Misa
Amane could be the next step in that. There was evidence that she was the second Kira.

L was not sure what “winning” was anymore between him and Light, but he was going to catch
him.

In this past month and a half most everything has changed for Light. He was going to university.
Kira was getting a bigger following and more supporters everyday. He had a thorn in his side
named Misa, who was still adamant about making herself his girlfriend.
One thing had remained consistent, however, the thing that he had going on with L. He was
spending more and more time with L, and most nights now, he needed up regressing either to his
bigger kid mentality or baby mentality. Personally, he liked L’s baby personality. He was adorable
and snuggly and wanted to play all the time. Light found himself more and more wondering what
he would do if he found out L’s real name. He did not want baby L to die and was becoming more
fond of big L by the day. He tried to distance himself from L emotionally, but everytime he did
that, it made L upset, even to the point of crying once.

That was the scary part. This thing that he had with L was getting less and less about humiliation
(Light could not remember the last time that L blushed because of what Light was doing). There
was still the power and control that Light liked having over L, but Light was starting to suspect that
L did not mind giving up that control every once and awhile.

L was becoming increasingly dependent on Light at least at night. Light changed him, fed him, got
his comfort items, snuggled him, comforted him, gave him a bottle, and put him to bed every night.

“You’re late,” L grumbled one night with a pout.

“Sorry, Buddy,” Light said, “I had to do homework.” AKA write in the Death Note, but L could
not know about that.

“You could do homework here,” L muttered.

“You’re needy,” Light said, wrapping his arms around L in a much needed hug of apology.

“You made me this way,” L said. Which might have been the truth.

“Always blaming me,” Light teased.

“Not hard when it’s your fault,” L muttered, bad mood pliable.

“I could leave,” Light threatened.

“No!” L exclaimed, nearly stomping his foot. He was not little, did not even feel little. It had just
been a bad day, and while he knew that he should not take it out on Light he did not know any
other way to get out his emotions.

Light raised an eyebrow at L’s tone. L looked down but did not say anything else.

“Cranky,” Light said, causing L to make a noise of protest, “I think it’s bedtime,” for once L did
not protest or try and get Light to let him stay up a little longer. He was ready for this day to end.

“Why are you so fussy tonight?” Light asked after changing his diaper and L would not stop
making little noises of irritation.

“I am not fussy,” L muttered, nibbling on his thumb.

“Okay you’re not fussy,” Light said, “but something’s wrong.”

L looked down, not denying that.

“C’mere,” Light said, pulling L into another hug. He needed to get L to talk to him, “tell me what’s
wrong.”

L sniffled a couple times and Light felt a wet spot grow on his shoulder. That was odd. Sure baby
L cried and could be sensitive, but big L did not cry. Then, L started to ramble against his shoulder.
Apparently it had just been a bad day. Aizawa yelled and said something mean that hurt his
feelings, Matsuda was being an idiot more than usual, Mogi had to be sent home because he was
sick, technology kept breaking, they ran out of his favorite cake, because of all the stress of the day
his father snapped at him, then Light was late. Little things that on their own would not have been
too bad, but all together on the same day made for a bad and stressful day.

“It’s okay, Buddy,” Light told him, patting his back and starting to rock soothingly back and forth,
“just let it out.” L whimpered and cried against Light’s shoulder for a few minutes until he felt
better.

“I’m sorry,” L sniffled when he was calm, fiddling with the front of Light’s shirt.

“It’s okay,” Light said with a smile, “everyone has bad days and sometimes you just have to cry
about it.”

“Thanks,” L said, happy that Light was not making fun of him like he feared he might.

“You’re welcome,” Light said, “let’s get you something to eat then get you to bed.”

L nodded, letting Light help him to his feet and took his hand to follow him to the kitchen.

‘Damnit Misa,’ Light cursed inside of his head, ‘fucking idiot.’ Why couldn’t he get someone at
least semismart to work with?

Light took a deep breath. This was going to work. It had to work.

“Ryuzaki, like I said over the phone, I could be Kira,” Light said, looking down and closing his
eyes. He felt his father shaking him, saying things that had no meaning to him. He looked at L,
who had the face a barely concealed shock. It dropped into his neutral face and he looked Light up
and down, thinking.

“What about that FBI agent, Raye Pender. It was me he was investigating before he died, and I
was in Aoyama on May 22nd. Also, I’m the first person in the Janto region that Misa approached.
It’s all been me. If I were in L’s place, even I would have come to the same conclusion.
Subconsciously I might be Kira. If that were the case, I could be him and not even know it.”

“No, Light,” his father said mournfully.

“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” at least that was somewhat true. He looked into L’s eyes and
saw that he did not believe him. That did not matter. He just needed to save Misa in order to not be
killed. Then, things could go back to normal. Couldn’t they? Light did not want to think about what
if they could not. If L found the photos, which Light had no doubt that he would, then he would
have the only leverage over him taken away.

“I’d never kill someone, but unconsciously, who knows what I’m capable of? Another me could be
killing people as I sleep,” that sounded ridiculous to his own ears, and L seemed to think so as well
as he finally spoke up.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Light almost snorted at the word “afraid.” L was not afraid of
anything, aside from maybe losing Sakura,

“Huh? Not possible? What do you mean?” Light said, although he had an idea about what L was
talking about. The cameras.
“Well, I never mentioned it to you, but at one point I had hidden cameras installed in your room for
five days,” L admitted.

“Cameras,” Light gasped, making sure to sound shocked.

“Yes. every single night you slept normally,” L told him, “criminals, whose names were broadcast,
were still dying, even though you would have had no way of knowing about them. But this didn’t
prove your innocence to me. All it proved was that if you were Kira, no amount of camera
surveillance would real that.”

“Wouldn’t reveal that, huh?” Light said, “I… don’t know. It could be true. I have to admit, I’ve
found myself thinking that some criminals deserve to die. If I can think like Kira, then how can I be
sure that I’m not actually him?”

L, of course, understood the basics of what Light was doing. If they impassioned him, he would be
proven innocent if criminals continued to die. He did not like that. Did not like the thought of
imprisoning Light for any amount of time. He grew to like their time together, but that would be
selfish to only think about himself at this moment.

“Honestly, I don’t like the way that this is going at all, but what choice do I have?” L said, turning
away from Light so that he did not have to look at him, “let’s do it. I need you to fully restrain
Light Yagami and place him in solitary confinement.”

“No! You can’t,” Mr. Yagami shouted.

‘Trust me. This is hard on me too,’ L thought, trying not to think about that. It’s for the case.

“If we’re gonna do this, it has to happen [Link] this point on you can’t be allowed to go
anywhere where I can’t see you.”

“This is crazy! There’s no way my son could be Kira. He’s not capable of it…”

“It’s okay, Dad,” Light interrupted, “listen. Something has to be done about this,” in more ways
than one, “as long as I’m having these doubts, I can’t work with you to catch Kira. But, Ryuzaki,
promise me this- until you can say with absolute certainty that I’m not Kira, you cannot set me
free. No matter what I might say, or what condition I might be in.

“You have my word,” L said, barely able to get the words out of his mouth, “Mr. Yagami, can you
come up with some sort of excuse for Light’s absence, something to tell your family? And, please
do it now,” so he does not have to think about this anymore and it could be down with.

“But… this is all so sudden. What should I say? And I see no reason why he should be in prison…”

“Let it go, Dad. If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to live with myself,” Light said, tearing his eyes
from L to look at his father.

“But, do you really mean that?”

“Yeah. I believe that by giving up my very freedom I’ll defeat these doubts inside my head.”

“Aizawa please take him away,” Light heard L say. It must be true that being deprived of one
sense enhances the others because Light could have sworn that he heard a tremor in L’s voice.

Light felt his heart break.

Chapter End Notes

Choo choo motherfuckers.

 Too Much
Chapter Summary

L during Light's confinement.

Chapter Notes

It feels good to update this after the million updates on Let Me In.

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"I would like through Light's laptop, Mr. Yagami," L said shortly after Light began his
confinement.

"You can't be serious," Soichrio gasped.

"I am," L said simply, "and his phone and backpack."

"That's an invasion of privacy!"

"Your son just admitted that he could be Kira. No matter how unconsciously he claims it to be
there might be something on his laptop, phone, or backpack could hold some sort of evidence,” that
was a lie, but they did not know the truth. With Light in confinement, this could be the only chance
that he could have to find the phones and delete and destroy them.

Soichiro was not happy about it, but he ended up agreeing.

Later that night, he looked through Light's laptop and phone. Earlier, he had looked through it, but
not too deep because he did not want to accidentally open up a file with the phones. It was the same
way with his phone. While going through his backpack, L found two flash drives and pocketed
them into his pocket.

“C’mon, Light,” L whispered to himself, sitting at a desk. He still had a diaper on. Why? He was
not too sure. Later, he would think that it was because he was too desperate to find the photos and
get rid of them. He had been looking for them for thirty minutes. “You must have them
somewhere.”

“Ah ha,” L smiled as he finally found the photos. He did not look at the photos, but deleted the
photos. L wanted to sag in relief, but he knew that there could be more or that they could be else
were. It was the same with the phone.

About two hours later, L was confident that there was no way that the photos were anywhere else
on Light’s laptop or phone. Next, he looked through the flash drives. The first only had school
work like notes and essays. The other one had the photos. L put the school work flash drive back
into Light’s backpack. The other flash drive, he threw against the wall to destroy it. While the
action would seem violent to most people, L did not feel angry. L felt free.
He was free to wear diapers when he wanted to, and not because Light wanted him to. He was free
to go to the bathroom. He was free to go to bed when he wanted to and eat what and when he
wanted to. He was free to work whenever he wanted to.

He was free.

L did not think about the fact that the structure and routine that he had come to rely on and love
was all gone or how he would not have someone to cuddle with when he was going to sleep or
waking up. He would not have someone to play with when he was little or feed him or change his
diaper. He would not have someone to call him a good boy or cute boy or silly boy or smart boy.
He would not have Light.

But none on that mattered right now. He would figure all of that out. He would adapt and get
through this. He was always able to do that before. He did not need Light.

L soon came to realize that he was not free. He was just as bound as he was with the photos. This
was a different type of bondage. He was not bound by the threat of Light leaking the photos
anymore or Light himself. He was bound by his own emotions. He tried to ignore it for as long as
he could. It was easy for the first couple of days. He was relieved to not have to wear diapers in
front of the team anymore. That was the only thing that was still slightly embarrassing to L after
two months of the arrangement. He prefers to keep his little side private and the fact that he was
wearing in front of the team was not private at all. Honestly, he did not have much to complain
about his and Light’s arrangement aside from that. Well, aside from the whole Light being Kira
thing, but even that was starting to matter even less to L.

It started very soon into Light’s confinement. The first thing that L notices is that chairs seem
harder and uncomfortable to him because he had grown used to the extra padding.

Three days into Light’s confinement, L realized that he needed to be aware of when he needed to
use the restroom. If he became too hyper focused on what work he was doing then he would forget
about his bladder. That was nothing new, but what was new was his body was now used to going
wherever it needed to. This might have resulted in him nearly peeing himself in front of the team.
Just the thought of that happening sent a shiver down his spine and made him blush. What would
be a better way to lose what little respect that the team had for him than to have an accident.

About a week into Light’s confinement, he realized that he missed indulging in aspects of his little
side throughout the day, namely Light changing his diaper. Diaper changes meant that L could
suckle on his pacifier or his thumb (his thumb until Light scolded him gently and took his thumb
out of his mouth and replaced it with his pacifier) and snuggle with Sakruia. They also meant that
he might get to snuggle with Light for a little bit after if he could convince Light to. Plus, in the
morning Light would snuggle with him and sometimes he would give him a bottle, and then there
was the nighttime routine that he loved so much. The nighttime routine normally gave him the
opportunity to regress into a big kid mentality, and after he regressed in front of Light for the first
time, he even regressed fully some nights. There were more subtle ways that Light took care of him
throughout the day. Light would bring him food and a drink every once in and while. He would ask
him to take breaks a few times a day. Light would reassure him that he was doing good on the
case, and even though L knew that Light was Kira, it still felt good to get praised. But, that was
simply indulgence. He could survive without giving into his little side all of the time. All he had to
do was give himself time to adjust.

One thing that he could not deny, however, was that indulging in his little space and having
someone take care of him in that way was stress relieving, and having it so suddenly taken away
was adding to the already stressful Kira case. He was stressed before Light and L started what they
did, but now that feeling was ten fold. L constantly felt on edge. He tried to ignore it and push all
of the stress and anxiety down until he could not feel it anymore. It worked for a while, at least
during the daytime. During the day time, he could force himself to focus on the case in a way that
he could not during the night. At night, there was a part of his brain still waiting for Light to come
up to the hotel room and take care of him and put him to bed. It did not matter that he knew that
Light was in a cell or that he could look at Light through the one way glass wall if he wanted to.
That part of him night after night got a little more hurt every time Light did not show up and take
care of him. That side of him so desperately wanted someone to take care of him now that he knew
how good it felt. That side of him he also attempted to shut down, even though he knew how
horrible it would make him feel.

Then came the sleepless nights. L knew that he would return to having trouble sleeping whenever
Light went into confinement, and that was fine. He went days without sleeping before but, for
some reason, this time was harder. Maybe it was because he was getting used to being able to sleep
at night. His insomnia was not something that he chose to have. He did not choose to stay up for
nearly a week before and to have hallucinations about spiders and people walking on walls until
Watari had to drug him to get him to sleep. That was not a choice. That was trauma that L accepted
he had long ago. Insomnia was one of the most infuriating parts of his life and the fact that some
people thought that he chose to have it made him angry at times. He knew the benefits of having a
good night's rest and the effect that not sleeping had on the brain. He knew that insomniacs were
four times more likely to die earlier than people who slept normally. He knew that not sleeping
reduced cognition. If he could help it, he would sleep through the night, but his brain did not allow
him. It either showed him images that he did not want to see or raced one hundred miles an hour.
This is where his little space started. He started watching cartoons and sucking on his thumb at
night until he fell asleep and would dream of fluffy things and bright colors and it just went deeper
from there until he had his little space as a part of his life.

He did try to sleep, but it was so hard. He was now used to the nighttime routine and wanted it
back. He wanted Light to change him and cuddle with him and feed him and give him a bottle
while rocking him and humming his lullaby. Light helped keep the monsters away so that he could
sleep, but he could not have Light do that right now. Light might not ever want to do that with him
ever again after he was out of confinement and realized that the photos were destroyed. So, L tried
to follow the routine and he did, but he could not relax. There was not much point in a nighttime
routine if he could not let himself relax into it. The fact that he could not get it right frustrated L
even more. It made him feel like a failure and made it that much harder to sleep. So, L stopped
trying to go to bed every night. By time week three of Light confinement rolled around, L was back
to pushing himself until he passed out. The difference was that he did not pass out after two three
days, he passed out after four or even five days. This only added to the stress. He just wanted to
sleep.

Not to mention, he was not allowing himself to be little. He knew that his little side would be so
upset if he slipped and Light was not around. So, he shoved that side of himself down just like his
emotions. It was not good and L knew that it simply added to the nearing crippling stress that he
was feeling.

This stress had another negative affect on him. He started to wet in his sleep. It was not the first
time that it happened. When he was first brought to Wammy’s House, he wet the bed on and off
for years until it finally stopped when he was ten. Now, it still happened when he was under
extreme stress and Watari knew that and was never upset when he did it even though L was always
embarrassed.

After the fourth time that Watari shook him awake and handed him a new pair of clothes in silence,
 L decided that he would wear a diaper when he knew that he was going to fall asleep. He did not
want to see Watari’s worried eyes or have any questions from the older man that was about to start.
Watari would demand that he took a break from the case, and L could not do that. Not right now,
not when Light was in confinement. He could not do it. He could not take a break. He could not be
little. He needed to work. He needed all of this to be over.

He needed this to stop.

L could not take it anymore. Nearly six weeks into Light’s confinement and he could not take it.
He could not take the stress anymore. He could not take pushing down all of the negative
emotions. He could not take the inability to sleep. He could not take the constant exhaustion. He
could not take not being little. He needed to be little. He wanted to be a baby. He wanted his
pacifier and diaper. He needed his Sakura and blankie. He wanted to watch cartoons and play. He
needed to sleep! He wanted…

Tears started to stream down his face.

No! He could not think about this. He could not cry. He could not be little.

Scolding himself only made L more upset. Why couldn’t he cry? Everything was too much and too
stressful. He NEEDED to be little. He needed…

L felt himself slowly start to slip. He whimpered and stuffed his thumb in his mouth. He ran to his
room, not thinking about locking the door and so thankful that the Task Force was not there. He did
not know where Watari was but he did not care. He was sad! He just wanted to be a baby.

Through blurry vision, L reached for his Sakura, blankie, and pacifier. He put his pacifier in his
mouth. He snuggled with his Sakura and blankie tightly to his chest. He wanted to get a diaper on,
but he was too upset. L slipped fully with a loud sob.

There was suddenly only one thing on L’s mind. He wanted Light. He wanted Light to come into
the room and snuggle him and help him calm down. He wanted Light to put him in a diaper and
feed him a baba. He wanted Light to rock him to sleep while humming his lullaby.

He wanted Light.

He could not have Light, and that thought made him sob harder. It was not fair. None of this was
fair.

“Wight,” L sobbed out loud to the empty room, “wants Wight.”

Unfortunately, Light could not hear him and no one came for him. L never felt so alone.

Chapter End Notes

Why do I like to torture my favorite character? One would think I would not do this to
poor L

Next chapter, confinement from Light's perspective. Light may or may not be a little
shit. Then, Light gets out of confinement and sees how hard all of this was on L.
 Let Me
Chapter Summary

The rest of Light's confinement and when Light gets out, he realizes that he needs to
take care of L.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light wanted to be angry at L. He had been in confinement according to Aizawa for thirty days.
Surely in those thirty days Ryuk found someone to give the Death Note to. He hated the thought of
someone using his Death Note, but he needed to do it. He, unfortunately, needed to save Misa so
that Rem did not kill him. He was not going to be an idiot like Misa and give up his memories. He
had so much to lose if he gave up his memories.

Light knew that there had to be more “Kira” killings. He knew that L was lying to him when he
said that there were no other murders. That probably pissed him off the most. L was lying to him to
keep him in confinement. Though, he supposed, that if it was the other way around, Light would
do something very similar. L knew that he was Kira and L was never wrong. So, of course, he
would want to keep Light in confinement for as long as possible to try and break him. All L needed
was one shred of evidence and Light was done for. That was a terrifying thought.

An even more terrifying thought was that he could not bring himself to be angry at L. He wanted to
be angry at L. Every time he managed to get angry at L, however, he remembered little L or their
nighttime routine. He remembered cuddling L and feeding him a bottle. He remembered taking
care of L. And, Light supposed, that is what the thing between them had become- Light truly
taking care of L. He wanted, with all his heart, to take care of him again, Light realized.

Light, however, was not one to be ruled by his heart. The heart was a weakness and Light could not
afford weakness. He needed to listen to his brain. His brain told him that there was no other way to
become God. No matter how much it would hurt. He needed to make sacrifices.

But, God should not have to make sacrifices. Light should be able to win without getting rid of L.
There was only one way for that to happen, and he had thought about it before. L would have to
join him. It still seemed impossible. Once he got out of confinement he had no idea how L would
react if he tried to start what they did back up. There was no doubt in his mind that L would have
found the photos and destroyed them. He had them on his laptop, phone, flash drive, and some
printed off in his Death Note drawer. The ones in his drawer at home were probably the safest, and
Light took solace in that. He could easily blackmail L again to get him to let Light take care of
him.

That thought made him wonder if he wanted to blackmail L again. If he was being honest with
himself, the answer was no. He wanted L to let him take care of him consensually. Blackmail,
unfortunately, was not consent.

So, Light did not want to kill L even if he had to, and he wanted L to join him even if he did not
know how to pull that off. He also wanted to take care of L but did not want to blackmail him
anymore.
Light groaned as he let his head fall back on the white wall. He did not care about the small
amount of pain in the back of his head.

A few seconds later, Light heard, "are you okay, Light?" It was Matsuda's voice.

"I'm fine," Light muttered, probably not sounding too convincing. "Can I speak to L?" L had not
spoken to him in weeks. He was starting to miss his voice. He missed L, and he was finally
allowing himself to admit it. He just wanted to hear L’s voice.

After a few seconds, Light heard, "Ryuzaki's out right now."

Light noticed the tremor in Matsuda's voice. He was lying.

”That's a lie. Ryuzaki never goes out," Light said.

There was another pause. Matsuda was talking to Ryuzaki. Light knew that.

“Sorry, Light, he is busy right now,” Matsuda told him.

‘Right, busy,’ Light thought to himself, “yeah, I understand.”

And, in a way, he did.

Light was going to kill L. How dare he do that to him? After fifty days in confinement and after
fifty days of lying to him, L decides that he would have his father mock execute him. Light had
been terrified. He did not have the Death Note or Ryuk. All he had was a memory-less Misa, and
she was useless with her memories anyway. He thought that he was going to die and there was
nothing that he could do about it. He supposed that he should be relieved that it was just a test, but
he was not. He was embarrassed that he let L get under his skin like that. He was embarrassed that
L made him weak.

And L truly did make him weak because the second that Light saw him, he could not be angry at
him. L looked horrible. The dark bags under his eyes, that were starting to fade because of their
nighttime routine, were back. They were worse than when they first met. How long had it been
since he last slept? The hunch in his back was worse, making him look shorter. He looked nearly
Misa’s height. He looked so small… and sad. There was no life in his eyes that Light had come to
love. He was so pale that he looked sick. Was he sick? Light hoped not.

The confinement had been hard on Light with little to nothing to stimulate his mind for fifty days,
but it was now obvious that it had not been easy for L either. And Light did that to him, he
realized. He was the one that said to keep him in confinement until L believed that he was not Kira
anymore. Of course he pushed himself to the edge (and possibly over the edge). He needed to fix it
and Light knew just how to. There was no doubt in his mind that L needed to be little and Light
wanted to take care of him.

God, Light wanted to take care of him.

Light was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely registered the cold metal of the handcuff
being snapped on his wrist.

‘Act natural,’ Light thought to himself.

“Ryuzaki, is this really necessary?” Light asked, lifting his left hand.
“This is as difficult for me as it is for you,” L claimed though Light had suspicion that it was not.

“So, is this what you meant by being together 24 hours a day with him? Looking at you, I never
would have guessed. Are you on that side of the fence, Ryuzaki?” Misa asked with a raised
eyebrow and a smirk, obviously trying to get a rise out of L.

L, as calm as ever (Light wondered how they did it half of the time), said “I told you I’m not doing
this because I want to. Okay?”

“But Light belongs to me,” Light had to suppress rolling his eyes. He did not belong to anyone
aside from maybe… he looked at L who was looking at Misa with a face of annoyance and
boredom. “I don’t wanna share him with you. If you’re with him 24/7, then how are we supposed
to go on dates together?”

“Uh, you can still go on dates, but it will have to be the three of us,” L explained.

“No way! Are you telling me we have to kiss in front of you and stuff?”

“I’m not telling you to do anything,” L said, turning his head away from Misa, telling her non-
verbally that he did not want to continue the conversation.

Unfortunately, Light thought, Misa was too stupid to notice or simply did not care, “that’s just
gross. You really are a pervert, aren’t you?”

L sighed deeply and looked at Light, “Light, please, make Misa stop talking now.”

Light, honestly surprised that L was turning to him to help him and wanting to encourage that (and
wanting to make Misa shut up as well), said, “Listen, Misa, that’s enough,” he used the same voice
that he used on L the couple of times he decided to act up. She did act like a child but not in the
cute and endearing way that L did. She was more like a spoiled brat. “The police have already
established that it was you who sent those tapes,” Misa looked at him with a shocked expression,
“so, you’re lucky to even be here right now. They have every right to keep you in prison.”
Thankfully, Misa seemed to be properly scolded and did not say anything else though she did pout.

L and Light made eye contact for a second before L dropped it.

It was nearing midnight in the new tower and everyone else had gone to sleep. Light decided that
he would try and make L go to sleep too. It was way past his bedtime.

“Hey, Buddy,” Light said, deciding to approach L how he did every night before confinement. He
would pretend that confinement never happened, “I think it’s time to go to bed.”

L immediately felt himself relax at the familiar tone of voice. He wanted to listen. God, did he
want to listen. He wanted to shut off his computer and let Light take care of him. He wanted it so
bad. He wanted the structure back. He needed the structure back. He wanted to go night night.

But, could he do it? Could he allow Light to have that control over him again? Light did not have
any control over him anymore. L could say no and Light had nothing to hold over his head.

“Don’t do that,” L whispered, not able to say it any louder because it was a lie. In a way, he wanted
Light to push just a little bit more. He wanted Light to convince him to listen. He wanted Light to
promise that he would not go away again. He could not handle it if they started that and Light went
away again.
 Light noticed how L’s shoulders relaxed when he said it was time to go to bed. He wanted to listen.
He just needed a little push.

“It’s bedtime, Buddy,” Light said in a firm but gentle tone. He stepped a little closer to L, “please
turn off your computer.”

“I deleted the photos,” L told him, voice wavering. He wanted to listen.

“I know you did,” Light said, placing his hand on L’s shoulder, “I guess it’s your choice.”

L swallowed thickly. He looked up at Light’s face. It looked so comforting and nice. L felt tears
enter his eyes. He wanted Light so bad, but he was not sure if he could have him anymore. Could
let himself have Light?

“Hey, don’t cry, Buddy,” Light whispered, rubbing L’s back, feeling tremors in L’s back. L was
trying to hold in his emotions, and he had probably been trying to for far too long. “Just turn off
your computer. I wanna take care of you.”

L simply nodded, tears escaping his eyes. He reached over and shut off his computer.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, L is literally exhausted and needs Light to take care of him. Thankfully
Light does not mind at all. AKA get ready for some really, really cute and clingy baby
L.
 Stay
Chapter Summary

Light takes care of L. L has some new insecurities.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"C'mon, Buddy," Light prompted once more, "let's get ready to go to bed."

L simply nodded and stood. He did not trust his voice. He knew that his voice would quiver and
shake because he was so close to tears.

"Good boy," Light praised, wrapping an arm around the little's shoulders, "you're sleepy, aren't
you?"

The praise and question nearly made L break, but he needed to hold on for just a little while longer.
L nodded at the question. He was so sleepy. The boy found that he just wanted his pacifier, Sakura,
diaper, baby clothes, and for Light to cuddle him. He needed that right now. He needed Light and
he needed to sleep.

"Okay, Baby, let's get you ready for bed," Light said, slightly concerned by L's silence, but it was
not rare that L was quiet before slipping into little space. Then, it depended on what head space he
was in. His big kid head space tended to be quieter than his infantile head space.

"C'mon," Light prompted, leading L into the elevator. L had already told him which floor was
theirs and where their room was. L's arm came around Light's back to cling to Light's shirt. He
needed to feel Light right now.

"Wa-want s-s-sleep," L stammered, sniffling and trying to hold back any more tears thought he
knew that it was a losing battle.

"I know, we're going to go to sleep soon, Buddy, I promise," Light told him, "I got'cha."

L nodded, trying to resist the urge to hug Light.

"Let's go to our room, then you can show me where your stuff is," Light said, guiding L to the
bedroom. Light noticed that the room, while big, was plain with just one bed with bedside tables
and two desks. The bed was more than large enough for two but they had shared a bed enough
times for Light not to care.

"Where are your things, Buddy?" Light asked.

L simply pointed to the closet.

"Thanks," Light said, "we're going to have to take off the handcuffs to change."

L, surprisingly, did not protest but nodded. He reached into his pocket and took out a key. He took
Light's hand and undid the cuff. He reluctantly let go of Light's hand to undo his cuff. L let the
cuffs fall to the floor.

"Thank you, Baby," Light smiled, "can you lay down for me and I'll get your things?"

L hesitated only a second before listening. He could feel his chest tightening and eyes burning with
the need to cry. He tried to hold back his tears. He did not want to cry. He had Light back. He
should be happy, but he felt so sad.

"It's okay, Buddy," Light said when he retrieved all of L's baby things and came to sit beside him,
noticing the tears trapped in his eyes, "just relax and let me change you okay?"

"O-okay," L sniffled, " I-I get p-p-paci and Sakura, pl-please?"

"Yes, Baby, I got your paci and Sakura," Light said, he handed L his teddy bear and pressed his
pacifier against his lips. L clenched Sakura to his chest and sucked his pacifier into his mouth. L
tried to keep his tears at bay. Light told him to relax and that was what he had to do, but he could
not help it when his tears started to stream down his cheeks. L whimpered, attempting the self
soothe by suckling his pacifier and holding his teddy bear tighter.

“Shh, shh, Baby Boy,” Light cooed, rubbing the baby’s tummy to try and soothe him, “it’s okay,
I’ve got you.”

L whimpered, more tears escaping his eyes. Suddenly, he plummeted into little space, “w-wanna
cu-cuddw,” as soon as the words left his mouth, L sobbed openly and his entire body shook,
emotions finally overwhelming him.

Light felt his heart break as L started to cry loudly, “yes, Baby,” Light said calmly, knowing that L
would not be helped if he also freaked out, “of course we will cuddle. Let’s just get you changed
and we can cuddle all you want.”

L did not respond to the words. He needed a cuddle now. He lifted his arms to Light, making
grabby hands. He wanted Light to hold him. He needed it. “Wight, Wight,” L sobbed, “uppies,
uppies.”

Light quickly fastened L’s diaper around his hips. He then worked the blue fuzzy sleeper onto the
now squirming and crying baby.

“C’mere, Baby, c’mere,” Light pulled the baby close to him. L cried into his shoulder, feeling
warmth spread through his body, “shh, shh. Everything’s okay. I know that you are sad right now,
aren’t you? It’s okay, Baby, let it all out.”

L hugged Light back in response to the words, clinging to Light’s shirt and crying into his chest.
He made himself as small as possible in Light’s lap.

“That’s it, Baby,” Light said, standing so that he could more easily bounce and rock the upset
baby. He played with this baby’s wild hair swaying slowly from side to side. “That’s it. Cry it all
out.”

Light then started to hum L’s lullaby, alternating between rubbing and patting the baby’s back.

After a few minutes of sobbing loudly, Light finally calmed down L enough for him to talk, “I
sad,” L whimpered with a sniffle, “I sowwy.”

“I know you’re sad, Baby. There is nothing to be sorry about,” Light told him, “it is okay to be sad
and cry. We’ve walked about this before. Big feelings sometimes make us have big reactions.”
L sniffled, blinking away the leftover tears in his eyes, rubbing his eyes.

“Good boy,” Light bounced the baby, “do you want to clean your face and get a baba?”

“Want baba,” L sniffled, “go ni-ni.”

“Yeah, we’ll get you a baba,” Light promised, “lets get your face clean, you can’t walk around
with a yucky face.”

“No down,” L whined, clinging to Light when he tried to place him on the bathroom sink counter
top.

“I’m right here, Baby Boy,” Light said, knowing that L would be insecure about Light going away
and would be clingy. A pang of guilt ran through Light’s chest. This was all his fault. He was the
one that told L to put him in confinement until he was sure that he was not Kira. He knew that L
would take him seriously and push himself too far. Light comforted himself by thinking that he
was doing whatever he could do to fix it, and he would. Whenever L was able to, then they needed
to talk about what was going on and what was going to happen with the thing they had going on.
“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m just going to wash your face, okay.”

“Tay,” L said, holding onto Light tightly as he got a washcloth from next to them and wet it with
cool water. Light wiped the baby’s face free of dried tears and snot. He noticed that L’s forehead
felt warm. Light brushed it aside, hoping that it was just from all the crying, but he made a note to
check later.

“There you go, Baby,” Light picked L back up, “you want your baba now?”

“Yeah, baba,” L nodded, resting his head on Light’s shoulder.

“Can you help me?” Light asked, knowing how much L liked to help.

“Yeah, I help,” L said, reaching for his bottle when they reached his safe again.

“Thank you,” Light smiled, handing the baby his bottle, “such a good boy.”

L gave a tiny, shy smile at the praise. He wanted to be Light’s good boy. Maybe if he were Light’s
good boy, Light would not have to go away again. Light would stay and take care of him and
cuddle him and give him babas and feed him and be nice to him. That was all L wanted. He just
wanted Light to stay.

“Let’s get you some milks,” Light said, getting the milk and pouring it into the bottle, “do you
want it warmed up.”

L nodded, putting the bottle in the microwave once Light opened in. Light swayed with the baby in
his arms, not wanting to risk L getting upset again if he put him down. The baby sighed contently
at the swaying, closing his eyes and suckling his pacifier rhythmically.

“Aw, poor baby,” Light cooed, running a hand through L’s hair, “we need to stay up for just a little
bit longer if you want your baba,”

“Wants,” L slurred, “wants baba.”

“Then we gotta stay up for just a little bit longer,” Light whispered.

L yawned passed his pacifier and rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes, trying his best to listen to
Light. He wanted to be Light’s good boy. Thankfully, the microwave beeped just a few seconds
later.

“Baba,” L cooed, reaching for his baba, “wants.”

“I know, Baby,” Light told him, “can you hold it. Then we’ll go to bed and go ni-ni.”

“Snuggies?” L asked in a quiet, timid voice as he took the open bottle from Light.

“Of course we will snuggle, Baby Boy,” Light reassured him, putting the nipple on the bottle, “I
told you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Wight stay,” L asked as Light carried him into the bedroom, “pwea’?”

“Yes, Light will stay with you, Sweet Boy,” Light assured the poor baby, “Light is going to take
care of you.”

“T’ank ‘oo,” L thanked sweetly as Light sat down in bed with L in his lap.

“Don’t thank me, Baby,” Light scolded gently, “I love taking care of you.”

“Wight Does?” L asked, looking up at Light with unbelieving eyes.

“Of course I do,” Light answered, “how could I not love taking care of such a sweet baby boy.”

Tears entered L’s eyes again, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions again at Light’s kind words.

“Don’t cry, Baby,” Light said, rubbing the baby’s back, “drink you baba and let’s go ni ni,”

“Ni ni time nows,” L said mostly to himself, allowing Light to take his pacifier out of his mouth
and replace it with his bottle. He suckled and the warm milk flowed into his mouth. L hummed and
melted against Light at the familiar sensation. The baby closed his eyes and clung to Light’s shirt
so that he could make sure that Light could not go anywhere. He did not want Light to bye bye.

“That is right, Baby Boy, it’s ni ni time now,” Light said, “drink your baba and go ni ni.”

It was not long before L’s suckles grew slower. Thankfully, he was able to finish his bottle before
he dozed off. L whined as his baba was taken out of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open. He did not
want his baba to go bye bye.

“All done, Baby Boy,” Light whispered gently, “here’s your pacifier.” Light pressed the pacifier
against L’s lips, smiling as L immediately opened his mouth to suckle his pacifier into his mouth.

“I still say you need more than one of these, Baby,” Light teased gently, rocking the baby back and
forth slowly to help him fall asleep, “maybe Light can get you some more, hu. Yeah, you need
more little things. I’ll never understand why you won’t buy anymore.”

L could not understand Light’s words but he was comforted by the fact that Light was talking and
rocking him back and forth. L wished that he could stay here forever with Light holding him and
rocking him and talking to him. Unfortunately, everything had to end eventually, and L fell asleep.

“There you go, Baby Boy,” Light said as he heard L’s soft snoring a few minutes later. The baby
was finally asleep. He felt L’s forehead again, noticing that it was still warm. Did L have a fever?
Light’s stomach dropped as he thought of L being sick. His poor baby did not need to get sick on
top of everything else he was going through.
 Light, knowing that he would have to wait to take L’s temperature because he just had his milk,
simply held the baby close to him as he slept.

“I got you, Baby Boy. I promise, I have you,” Light promised the sleeping baby (he would promise
as many times as he needed), “I’ll stay right here with you.”

“I love you, Buddy.”

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter will have more little L and Light taking care of him while he is feverish.
 Attachment
Chapter Summary

Light continuous to care for L but needs to call Watari because of his fever. Watari
gives Light some words of advise.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light held L for a while before he extracted L from his lap and settled him on the bed. L
whimpered in his sleep, and squirming so that he was curled up into a loose ball.

“Shh,” Light whispered, rubbing his back, “I’m right here, Baby,” he covered L with the
comforter. He would need to get L’s blankie as the more comfort items the baby had would be the
best. So, Light did just that, he walked over to the closet and retrieved the baby’s dinosaur blankie
and covered the baby with it.

He then went into the bathroom and tried to find a thermometer. Thankfully, it was not hard to find
as it was in the first aid kit. He walked over to L. He would not attempt to take his pacifier out of
his mouth to take his temperature orally. While L was a heavy sleeper, Light knew that having his
pacifier forced out of his mouth would more than likely wake him up. Then, he would be upset that
Light was not holding him and not understand why he needed to take his temperature. So, he
uncovered the baby and unzipped his onesie so that he could put the thermometer under his arm. L
did not have a reaction to the movements and, thankfully, just kept snoozing.

"Good boy," Light whispered, rubbing L's arm. Thirty seconds later, the thermometer beeped. It
read 99.8 degrees.

"100.8, oh, Buddy," Light whispered mostly to himself, running his fingers through his hair, "it's
gonna be okay. I'm right here. I'll take care of you."

There was nothing that Light could do about L's slight fever right now, so he put L's clothes back
on and settled in behind the baby. Light pulled the baby close to him. If L still had fever when they
woke up, Light would need to call Watari and tell him that L was sick.

Light yawned and tightened his hold on L. All of that was for the morning. Right now he would
worry about cuddling L and getting a few hours of sleep himself.

Light woke up a few hours later to whimpering cries. His eyes snapped open. He looked over to the
side. L was on his side so that he was facing Light. He was curled up into a tight ball with tears
streaming down his face, sniffling harshly with tiny sobs shaking his frame.

"Aww, Baby Boy," Light cooed, "what's wrong?"

"Wight," L whimpered, reaching out for the man, "no feew good. Want cuddw."

"C'mere, Buddy," Light said, gathering the baby in his arms, "what doesn't feel good?"
"I hot 'nd head huwt 'nd achies, 'nd feew yucky," L whined, rubbing his eyes.

Light felt L's forehead, feeling that it was still warm. "I think you have a fever, Buddy," he reached
over to his bedside table and retrieved the thermometer, "let me take your temperature."

L nodded, but he whimpered as Light took his pacifier out of his mouth.

"You can have your pacifier back as soon as we take your temperature, okay?" Light asked.

"Otay," L nodded, opening his mouth so that Light could stick the thermometer in his mouth.

"Good boy," Light praised, patting that baby's back as they waited for the thermometer to beep.
"100.8," Light read. That was not a horrible fever, but there was no way that L could go to work in
the state that he was in. "We need to call Watari and tell him what's going on, okay, Baby?"

"Wawa," L said, "Wight calls Wawa?"

"Yeah, I'm going to call Watari," Light said, giving the baby back his pacifier, "shh while I talk to
him, okay?"

"Otay," L whispered as he nodded, resting his head on Light's chest, suckling on his pacifier
soothingly.

"Thank you, Sweet Boy," Light smiled as he kissed the top of the baby's head.

"Yes?" Watari answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Light," Light greeted.

"Is there something you need, Light?" Watari asked politely with an edge of confusion in his tone.
He must have expected L to call if they needed anything.

"Ryuzaki has a fever," Light told him, "it’s not very high, but I don’t think that he can work today.”

Watari sighed from the other end of the phone, “every once in a while Ryuzaki will get
psychological fevers because of stress. They normally do not last longer than a day. I will be up
there in a few minutes to check on him. I will bring both of you some food.”

Light knew that he could not tell Watari not to come up because L was in his little head space as
Watari did not know about this side of him and L was terrified of Watari finding out, so he simply
said, “okay, thanks, I’ll tell Ryuzaki.”

Light hung up the phone and looked down at L. L was resting against his chest, head tucked under
his chin. He was holding his teddy bear to his chest. One of his hands was resting close to his
pacifier and one was clenching his shirt. His cheeks were slightly red from his fever.

‘Physiological fever because of stress,’ Light thought to himself, ‘doesn’t that just make me feel
more awful.’

Light pushed his guilt to the side and patted L’s back to get his attention. L looked up at Light with
questioning eyes. “So, Watari is going to come and check up on you and get you some food,” Light
explained before he was cut off.

“Wawa no know,” L cried, instantly starting to panic at the thought that Watari would find out,
“Wawa can’t,” the baby whimpered. He loved Watari, but he could not find out about this. Watari
would go bye bye forever. L did not want Watari to go bye bye forever. That would be like Light
going bye bye forever. That would be too much.

“Hey, Baby, take a deep breath for me,” Light said, modeling the deep breaths that he wanted L to
take. L listened to him, feeling his heartbeat slow and feeling himself calm down. “Good boy,”
Light praised, “now listen, Watari won’t find out about anything, okay. I will change you into your
big boy clothes, we will put away your baby things while he is in here, and I will talk to him. He
will never find out about anything, Baby, I promise.”

“Wight, pwomise,” L asked nervously.

“Yes, Light promises,” Light reassured as L rested his head against his chest again. He was
suddenly exhausted after his small burst of anxious energy.

“C’mon, Baby, let’s get you changed,” Light told him, picking the baby up and walking toward the
closet. He pulled out L’s white shirt and blue jeans and a diaper. “Let’s get you changed, then we’ll
have to put away you paci and Sakura.”

“Wawa knows Sakuwa,” L told Light, holding Sakura tightly to his chest. He did not want to give
up Sakura if he did not have to.

“Watari knows about Sakura?” Light asked as he placed L on the floor.

“Yeah, no take Sakuwa, pwea’?” L begged.

“No, I won’t take Sakura,” Light said, unzipping the baby’s sleeper to take it off, “and I’ll give you
back your paci as soon as Watari leaves.”

“O-Otay,” L nodded. He did not like the idea, but he knew why he needed to give up his baby
clothes and paci for a little bit.

“Okay, let’s get changed,” Light told him, taking off his onesie, and replacing it while he was
sitting up with his normal shirt. “Lay down for me, please,” Light said, helping the baby lay back
down on the floor. “Thank you, Baby Boy,” Light praised, “my good boy.”

“I Wight’s good boy?” L asked, wanting the reassurance.

“Yes, you are my good baby boy,” Light reassured, “you are so good for me.”

L gave a small smile at the praise, petting his Sakura as Light changed his diaper. He missed this
so much. Even if he felt yucky, he loved this. He loved having Light back and having love taking
care of him. He wanted to stay here forever.

“There you go,” Light said once L was dressed in his big boy clothes, “can you give me your paci,
please?” L very reluctantly handed Light his pacifier. Light put it in his safe along with his sleeper.
“Don’t worry, Baby, you can have your pacifier back soon.”

Light then picked up the handcuffs from their place abandoned on the floor, putting them on.

“Bed?” L asked, rubbed his eyes, “want bed.”

“Yeah, we’ll get back in bed and wait for Watari,” Light said, picking the baby up and placing him
back into bed. L grabbed his blankie and curled up on his side, cuddling with his comfort items.

“There you go, Baby,” Light said, covering the baby back up, rubbing his back.
L hummed contently, pressing closer to Light’s hand. His eyes fluttered as his thumb inched closer
to his mouth.

“That’s it, Buddy,” Light whispered calmly, “relax.”

After a couple minutes of Light rubbing L’s back, and L mostly dozing on the bed, there was a
rock on the door.

“Watari,” Watari said from the other side of the door.

“Come in,” Light called back standing up next to L, who did not have a reaction to the knocking.

Watari entered the room immediately with a cart. There was a bowl of some sort of soup on top and
a couple of pills, along with a cup of water and tea.

“How is he?” Watari asked when he saw the curled up man.

“He’s been kind of in and out of it,” Light said, “he told me that he did not feel good and his head
hurt and he was achy. He felt really warm, so I took his temperature.”

“What was it?” Watari asked, coming to sit next to L.

“100.8,” Light answered.

“That’s not too bad,” Watari said, rubbing L’s back to try and rouse him.

“Does this happen often?” Light asked.

Watari shook his head, “he has had eight since I have known him. He has already had one fever
due to this case.”

“What can we do for it?” Light asked.

“Unfortunately, there is nothing much that can be done for a fever like this. They have to pass on
their own,” Watari explained, “all we can do is make him comfortable and make sure he relaxes. I
have some ibuprofen in case he was hurting.’

Watari then turned his attention to L, shaking him lightly because the back rubbing was not
working, “wake up for a bit, My Boy,” Watari said gently. Light decided to hang back and watched
Watari and L’s interaction. If L needed him to step in, he would.

“Wa-Wa-Wata’i,” L muttered, attempting to say Watari’s name the best he could in this head
space. He looked to the side just to make sure that Light was still with him. He relaxed
considerably when he noticed that Light was still there.

“Yes, My Boy,” Watari assured. Watari then reached over to pick up a cup of water and the pain
medicine. “Can you take the pain medicine?” Watari asked.

L simply nodded, reaching out for the water bottle even though he was not too sure if he could do it
all by himself. He tried his best, only spilling a little bit down his chin. L wiped his chin on his
sleeve and this time, neither Watari nor Light scolded him for it.

“Th-thank you,” L muttered, focusing on saying the words the best he could. He did not like it, but
he knew that he had to speak like a big boy. He was not a big boy, he should not have to talk like
one. L rubbed his eyes, still feeling sleepy.
 “Lay back,” Watari told him, placing a hand on L’s shoulder to encourage him to lay back.

L did not protest, laying back down and snuggling Sakura to his chest, knowing that it would not
look weird to Watari. He had seen him do that too many times for it to be weird.

“Unfortunately, I need to get some work done,” Watari said to Light, “please make sure that he
eats and drinks something when he is more awake.”

Light nodded, he was already planning on doing that, “I’ll take care of him,” Light promised.

Watari then stood to leave, but he hesitated a moment. Light was about to sit where Watari was
when he noticed Watari’s hesitance.

“Is there anything else?” Light asked.

“Ryuzaki is attached to you,” Watari said, looking at Light, “and you are attached as well. I have
seen how you act around him. Ryuzaki has not formed a friendship with another person in a very
long time. He has been hurt by friendship multiple times before. You both need to acknowledge
this attachment and talk about it or else the both of you will end up being hurt. I have already seen
the both of you hurt by the confinement. Please, take this time to rest and recuperate. When
Ryuzaki is better, please talk to him, Light Ryuzaki will not be the first to open up, so it must be
you.”

Light did not try to deny any of Watari’s words as they mirrored Light's own thoughts of the past
day or so. He knew that he needed to talk to L, and hearing that from L’s father figure only made
Light's conviction about this stronger. How this would work out in the future, Light did not know.
All he knew now was that there was no way that he could kill L. As Watari said, he was too
attached.

“Thank you, Watari,” Light said, “I will keep your words in mind.”

“Happy to hear it,” Watari bowed then exited the room.

Light sighed, looked down at L, who seemed to be asleep now with his thumb in his mouth.

“Night, Buddy,” Light said, not attempting to wake him up. It was not worth it. The baby needed as
much sleep as he wanted to in order to recover. Light simply laid down in bed next to L. “Wanna
eat and watch cartoons when you get up?” Light asked the sleeping baby as there was no doubt that
L would still be little until he felt better, “maybe you can have a baba, but I know that you’ll wanna
change back into your baby clothes and your paci back, won’t you?”

“Maybe I should take a nap too,” Light yawned, “since I’m talking to myself.”

Light joined L in dreamland a few minutes later.

Chapter End Notes

There will at least be one more chapter of L being little before they need to talk. I
honestly cannot wait for the talk.
 Bath
Chapter Summary

Light gives L a bath

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light, thankfully woke up before L. He did not want to see L get that upset again. Light felt L’s
forehead, and found that he did not feel warm anymore. Light breathed a sigh of relief, happy that
L did not have a fever anymore.

“On the mend, hu, Buddy,” Light said, running his hand through L’s hair. L did not react to the
touch or voice, not that Light was expecting him to. He was sleeping too deeply. “That’s good.”

Light then looked at the clock. It was nearly noon, and they fell back asleep around 8 in the
morning. “I guess you really need the sleep, Baby,” Light said, looking at the dark circles under
L’s eyes. “You sleep as much as you need.”

Light did not disrupt the boy, not even when two more hours passed, he simply read or surfed the
web. He spent some time looking up things for L’s little space. He was not kidding when he said
he did not understand why L had such few little things. Baby L deserved more things. L in general
deserved more things.

A few hours later, L groaned and squirmed. Light closed the laptop and put it on the bedside table.

“Hey, Buddy,” Light whispered, “are you waking up now?”

L muttered something under his breath and rubbed his eyes. His eyes fluttered open.

“Wight?” L muttered when he saw the man. The baby then smiled sleepily, “hi Wight.”

“Hey, Baby,” Light greeted and smiled back.

“Cuddw,” L said, cuddling into Light's side and closing his eyes.

“C’mere,” Light told him, pulling the baby into his lap. L sighed happily and hugged Light back.
He hid his face into Light’s shoulder. “How are you feeling, Baby?”

“Bettw,” L said, “no mowe hot. No mowe owie. Feew diw’y”

“You feel dirty?” Light asked.

“Yeah,” L nodded, “sweaty and yucky. Wants baf, pwea’.”

It did not surprise Light that L felt “sweaty and yucky.” He just broke a fever and was likely feeling
gross because of that. Light also knew that L more than likely could not give himself a bath when
he was little, and even if he could he would not want to be separated from Light anytime soon. So,
Light would need to give him a bath. He had never done that before, but he was more than willing
to do it, especially if it meant that he would be more comfortable.

“Okay, you want me to give you a bath,” Light asked.

“Yeah, Wight gives baf,” L said, “I has baf toys. I gets dem?”

“Yes, we can get your bath toys. Let’s get your clothes first, though,” Light told him.

L nodded, “I uppies,” he said, making grabby hands toward Light when he stood up. He still
wanted Light’s snuggles. They were nice.

“C’mere, Baby,” Light said, picking the baby up. L happily snuggled into Light’s chest, sticking
his thumb in his mouth to suckle.

“I gets dis one, pwea?” L said, picking out his dinosaur sweater, “no want big boy cwo’es. Big boy
cwo’es yucky.” L pouted. He wanted out of his big boy clothes. He was not a big boy; he should
not be wearing big boy clothes.

Light chuckled, “is that so?”

“Yeah,” L nodded, reaching into his safe to get his pacifier and popping it into his mouth. “‘nd
dis,” he handed Light a pair of sweatpants. He wanted to be comfy.

“Okay,” Light said, taking the clothes from the baby, and picking out a diaper, “where are your
bath stuff, Baby?” there was nothing for the bath in the safe.

“In da bafwoom,” L pointed to the door to the bathroom.

“Okay, Baby,” Light said, “let’s go to the bathroom and get you a bath.”

“Yeah,” L smiled, “baf time.”

“That’s right, Baby Boy,” Light told him, carrying L to the bathroom, “it’s bath time.”

“Baf toys in dewe,” L told him, pointing to one of the cabinets.

Light placed Light clothes and diaper on top of the counter, and he opened the cabinet and pulled
out a small basket. The basket had a few bath toys along with baby shampoo and body wash. L
also had a couple of soft washcloths and a cup.

“What do you want to play with?” Light asked.

“Wants woaw,” L said, taking out a Tyrannosaurus Rex bath toy. L then explained, “it wight up in
baf. It fun.”

“That sounds really cool, Buddy,” Light smiled.

“I gets dis too, pwea,” L asked him, pulling out a container of bath crayons.

“Yes, Baby, you can get that one too,” Light said, pulling out the baby shampoo, body wash, cup,
and washcloth. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, weady,” L said, nodding excitedly.

Light turned on the bathtub water then placed the baby on the ground. L whimpered and clung to
Light’s arms as he put him down.
“No go,” L begged, tears entering his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, Baby,” Light reassured.

“Pwomise?”

“Yes, I promise. We just got to get your clothes off. We can’t take a bath with clothes on, can we?”
Light asked, cocking his head in exaggerated question.

“Dat no how take daf,” L said with a giggle.

“No, that would be silly, won’t it?” Light smiled back as he gently guided L to lay down.

“Yeah, siwwy,” L said, laying down so that Light could help him undress.

Light pulled down L’s pants and tossed then into a corner of the bathroom to put up later. He then
took off L’s diaper, balled it up and put it in the trash can. “Okay, sit up for me, Baby Boy,” Light
told him, holding out his hand for the baby to take.

L took Light’s hands and lifted his arms when he was asked so that Light could take off his shirt.

“Good boy,” Light praised, “let’s get you in the bath.”

“Yeah, baf,” L said, pointing to the filling bathtub. Light smiled, picking the baby up and placing
him into the warm water. L sighed and relaxed as he felt the warm water around his body. He loved
baths, especially in little space. Normally, he could not be this little while taking a bath because he
was not able to give himself a bath while this little. It felt good for someone else to give him a bath
and take care of him like this.

“There you go, Baby,” Light said, “feel nice?”

“Yeah, wikes it,” L said with a nod, “wants toys.”

“Here, Baby,” Light said, handing the baby his toys.

“Wook Wight,” L said, giggling happily when his dinosaur lit up.

“That’s really cool,” Light said.

“Tuwn off wight,” L said, pointing to the light switch. He wanted to enjoy his dinosaur fully lit up.

“Sure,” Light said, standing to turn off the lights. He heard the baby squeal happily when the room
was bathed in purple light. Light could not help but chuckle at the baby’s squeal. Light turned back
on the lights with a “silly boy.”

“I wikes it,” L told him.

“I’m so happy that you like it, Baby,” Light said, running a hand through L’s hair.

“I dwaw?” L asked, pointing to the container of bath crayons.

“Yes, Baby you can draw for a little bit, then we need to wash up, okay?” Light told him.

“Yeah,” L nodded, picking up the orange crayon, “I draw fishy.”

L did just that, sticking his tongue out in his concentration. He colored it in blue.
“Wooky, Wight,” L said, pointing to his fish once he was done.

“That’s a very nice fish, Baby,” Light told him with a smile, “I like it.”

“T’ank ‘oo,” L smiled, “do shawk.”

He picked up the red to draw said shark.

“Shawk da fishy fwiend,” L told Light.

“Their friends?” Light asked.

“Yeah,” L nodded, “fishy woves shawk.”

“Does the shark love the fishy?” Light asked, wondering if this was turning into more than L just
drawing a fish and shark as friends.

Light’s suspensions were confirmed when L shrugged, looking up at Light with questioning eyes.
He was asking if the shark loved the fishy.

“I think the shark does love the fishy,” Light told him in a matter of fact tone.

“‘Oo suwe?” L asked, looking down at the bath water.

“Yes, L, I am sure,” Light told him, “and you know what I think.”

“What?” L asked, looking back up at Light.

“I think that the shark would be very silly to not love the fishy,” Light told him, running his hand
through the baby’s hair and rubbing his back.

L nodded, “o-otay. I wove ‘oo.”

“I love you too, Baby Boy,” Light said.

The smile that L gave him was absolutely adorable, almost heartbreakingly so.

“Such a cute baby,” Light said.

L smiled shyly.

“Do you want to get clean now?” Light asked.

“Yeah,” L nodded, “does haiw fiwst, pwea?”

“Sure, Buddy,” Light nodded, pouring some water over the baby’s hair, pushing his hair out of his
face. “I want you to know how jealous I am of your hair.”

“Why?” L asked.

“Because it’s so thick and nice,” Light told him, pouring some shampoo onto his hand.

“It fwuffy,” L said, though Light could not tell if he L thought that was good or bad by the way he
said it.

“There is nothing wrong with your hair being fluffy,” Light told him, running his hands through
L’s hair and scratching L’s scalp gently, “I think that it’s cute. You wouldn’t be you without your
fluffy hair.”

L did not respond to the compliment, simply leaning into Light’s touch.

“You like your hair being played with, don’t you,” Light asked with a smile, rubbing the baby’s
hand a little firmer. He already knew the answer to that question.

“Yeah,” L nodded, “I wikes it.”

“I know you like it a lot, Buddy,” Light told him, remembering the amount of times that L
requested for Light to play with his hair, or when he placed Light’s hand on top of his head so that
Light played with his hair.

Light then rinsed the baby’s hair out.

“Body now, pwea?” L asked, “wants cwean.”

“Of course, Baby,” Light told him, picking up the washcloth and pouring the body wash on it.
Light quickly washed the baby so that he could have some more time to play.

“I pway, pwea’?” L asked.

“Yeah, you can play for a bit more, Baby,” Light said, sitting back down on the floor to watch the
baby play.

“I do mowe fishies,” L told him, picking up the green crayon to draw several fishes around the
shark and fish friends.

“Those are very good fishies, Baby,” Light told him.

“T’ank ‘oo,” L smiled.

L continued to draw for a few more minutes before he complained that it was getting cold.

“Lets get out then,” Light told him.

“Aw,” L pouted. He did not want to get out of the bath. He liked it in the bath.

“You can take another one later,” Light told him, “plus if you stay in here any longer I’m afraid
that you’ll turn into a prune.”

“I no pwune,” L giggled, lifting his arms up so that Light could pick him up.

“Not yet,” Light countered, grabbing the baby under his arms and placing him on the towel that he
set out while L was playing. He dried the baby off gently.

“Nice and dry, hu?” Light asked when he was all dry.

“Yeah. I cwean,” L told him with a smile. He liked being all clean.

“Yeah, no more yucky boy,” Light teased gently as he reached for L’s diaper.

“No mowe yucky,” L agreed, “no wike yuck. Wike cwean.”

“I know you do, Baby,” Light said, knowing that L had a particular aversion to being dirty. He
sometimes took multiple showers a day.
 “What do you wanna do after we get some food?” Light asked as he put L’s diaper on.

“Wants Sakuwa and bwankie,” L told him.

“I know that you want them,” Light said, pulling up L’s sweats, “but what do you want to do?”

“Wants ‘toons ‘nd wants cuddwes,” L said, “puzzw too, pwea’?”

“Sure, Baby Boy,” Light said, “but we need to get some food into you first. Watari brought you
some soup earlier and we can warm it up,” Light said, knowing that Watari put it in the fridge for
them.

“Yeah, soupy nummy,” L said with a smile.

“I know that you like your soup, don’t you?” Light said, smiling back at the baby.

“Yeah,” L nodded, “I hung’y.”

“I bet,” Light said, picking the baby up once he was done dressing him, “you haven’t been eating
much, have you?” Light asked, though he thought that he already knew the answer.

“No,” L shook his head, “I sowwy.”

“It’s okay, Baby,” Light told him, “we’ll get you fixed up, okay?”

“‘Tay,” L nodd, “t’ank ‘oo.”

“Your welcome, Baby Boy,” Light responded, “let’s get you num nums.”

“Yeah, num nums,” L agreed with a soft smile, resting his head on Light’s shoulder.

They shared identical thoughts at that time. They were so happy to have each other back.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, these two emotionally constipated men will finally talk to each other
again.
 Talk
Chapter Summary

L and Light have another discussion.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Light, once again woke up before L. The boy was curled up into a loose ball with his pacifier
barely hanging from his mouth. His head was resting on Light’s chest. Thankfully, his arm did not
go numb through the night. Light gently ran his hand through L’s hair, rubbing his temple. L
hummed in his sleep, pushing his head against Light’s hand, reminding Light of his childhood cat.

“You really are just a cat personified, aren’t you?” Light whispered in his ear.

Light knew that L needed as much sleep as he could get. Poor baby looked like he had two black
eyes. So, Light laid there much like the previous morning, running his hand through L's hair and
rubbing his back while the boy snoozed. He sent an email to Watari when it was nearing eight,
explaining that L was still asleep and he did not want to wake him up. Watari replied to not wake
him and that he would tell the team that L was still feeling unwell but might make it down later
that day.

It was half past ten before L started to squirm and whine.

Light, who just sent an email to Aizawa about the new batch of Kira victims, was by L's side in an
instant.

"Hey, Buddy," Light whispered, running his hand through L's hair. He smiled at the way L relaxed
into his touch.

L groaned before opening his eyes, looking at Light. He yawned, rubbing his eyes. "So, it wasn't a
dream."

Light could not help but chuckle, "no, Buddy, it wasn't a dream."

"Good," L muttered under his breath, rubbing sleep out of his eyes again.

"Yeah," Light whispered before shaking his head, "what do you remember?" Light asked. It was a
normal question if L was little the night before as he did not always remember everything.

“I was little,” L said, looking down at his sleeper and feeling the diaper.

“Yeah, you were,” Light nodded.

"I think I remember most of it. I had a fever, didn't I?” L asked.

"Yeah," Light nodded.

"That's a little fuzzy, but I remember taking a bath and watching movies with you and doing
puzzles and stuff. I was clingy again."

"You have every right to be a little bit clingy," Light assured him, feeling that way himself.

"Mmm," L hummed, still laying down, "still feel really sleepy. Need coffee."

Light hummed, "I think you just need more sleep."

"I've slept enough," L grumbled, "I just need coffee."

"I don't know how you're gonna get coffee when you're not even sitting up," Light teased.

"Carry me," L said, sounding more sarcastic than it being an actual demand.

"I would but I think the Task Force would question me carrying you," Light said. There was no
coffee machine in their apartment. Later, L would explain it was because he badly burned himself
on a coffee machine once, so Watari no longer trusted one to be around him. Light, of course,
would question how it was possible for one to burn themselves on a coffee machine, and L would
tell him that he did not want to talk about it.

"Yeah, I better rethink that plan," L yawned.

"We should probably just get dressed before we go downstairs," Light told him, "but, um, we
should probably talk first."

L sighed. He knew that they should probably talk. Their relationship has changed within the last
fifty days. There is (technically) no more blackmail involved, yet they wanted to continue what
they had. That meant that they needed to do one of L's most hated things. Talking.

“I suppose we should talk,” L said. He knew this, but he still wanted to put it off as long as
possible, “but can I take a shower first?”

Light knew what L was doing, but he nodded with a, “yeah, go ahead,” because he also knew that
L would be able to think more clearly and talk better if he took a shower.

“Thank you,” L said, stretching one more time before grabbing his normal clothes and going into
the bathroom.

“You’re welcome, Buddy,” Light responded with a smile.

L reentered the room twenty minutes later with his “big boy” clothes on. His hair was dripping
despite the towel on his head, and he held a brush in his hand.

“Can you please brush my hair Light, please?” L asked politely, holding out the brush.

“Sure, get over here before you make a puddle,” Light said from his place at the desk, scooting
back so that L could sit on the floor in front of him.

“Thanks,” L thanked Light with a small smile. Even though the first time Light brushed his hair
was mostly forced, he liked it now. Light was the only person (including himself) that did not pull
his hair when they brushed it. Even Watari tried, but L’s scalp was too sensitive and he hated it.
Light told him that he was the only one that could brush Sayu’s hair when they were younger
because she also had a sensitive scalp and brushing hair would end in tears if his mom or dad did it.
Light took the brush from L’s hand, and L sat down in front of him with his knees to his chest.
Light started by rubbing L’s hair dry. L groaned his displeasure and attempted to lean forward.
Light had, fortunately, brushed his hair much too often and knew that L was going to do that.

“Would you stop?” Light asked, putting a hand on L’s shoulder, “if you did this part yourself, I
wouldn’t need to do it for you.”

“I don’t like it,” L told him.

“I know you don’t,” Light said, “but it’s a necessary part of the hair brushing process.”

“Stupid part,” L corrected.

“If you want to wait for hours for your hair to dry and leave puddles everywhere, maybe,” Light
told him, running his hand through L’s hair. He learned very early on (by L nearly having a
meltdown when he was in his big kid mentality) that most of L’s dislike of his hair being brushed
came from sensory issues, so it was best to desensitize L by playing with his hair for a couple of
minutes. It was good that L liked having his hair played with.

“So,” Light said, taking a part of L’s hair and twirling it a couple of times before brushing it, “we
should talk.”

“We are talking,” L said, nibbling his thumb.

“L,” Light said in a firm tone, “don’t make this harder.”

“Fine,” L said, nibbling on his thumbnail. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“First off, what happened while I was in confinement?” Light asked, moving onto another part of
L’s hair.

L sighed, that was the question that L hoped would not come up, “I couldn’t sleep and… I don’t
know.”

“Take your time,” Light said soothingly, running and hand through the part of L’s hair that was
now tangle free.

“We need to get to work,” L said in an attempt to not have to answer Light’s question.

“They’re not expecting us down there today,” Light said, “Watari told them that we might make it
down there if you were feeling better,” there was a brief pause before he continued, “so you
couldn’t sleep.”

L shook his head, “I let myself get too used to the routine we had at night, and I could not go to
sleep without it.”

“Don’t say that like it’s your fault,” Light said as he brushed out a particularly stubborn knot, “if
anything this is all my fault. I saw you at your most vulnerable and decided to blackmail you for
my own amusement. It was a really dick move.”

“You don’t say,” L said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Light said then paused for a second before saying, “I had a bit of a talk with
Watari yesterday when he came up. Do you remember that?”

“I remember Watari coming up,” L said, “what did you talk about with him?”
“Well, it was more Watari talking at me, but he said that we were both attached to each other, I
don’t disagree with him,” Light told him.

“Neither do I,” L muttered.

“So, we're here now…”

“We’re friends,” L whispered.

“Yeah,” Light nodded, running the brush through L’s hair one more time to make sure that there
were no more tangles. “What are we going to do about the regression stuff?”

“I want you to be my caregiver still,” L said in a rush.

“And I want you to be my baby still,” Light said.

L’s cheeks reddened slightly at the wording, but he turned so that he could see Light's face and
whispered, “promise?”

“C’mere, Buddy, c’mere,” Light prompted, patting his lap. L stood so that he could sit on Light’s
lap, burying his face in Light’s shoulder. Light wrapped his arms around L in a tight hug before he
said, “of course I promise I want you as my baby. I want to be your caregiver. As long as you want
that too.”

“Yeah, I want that, I promise,” L nodded.

“Good,” Light said, rubbing L’s back, “but, this is going to have to change, isn’t it?”

“A-a little bit,” L said, “I don’t want to change it completely.”

“Neither do I,” Light assured, so that L knew that not everything would be changing. They just
needed to talk about what was going to be changing and new boundaries. This was not about
humiliation anymore. It had not been for a long time. This was about Light caring for L and L
getting the care that he needed.

“I don’t want to wear diapers in front of the team,” L told him.

“I know, you don’t have to anymore,” Light assured, “when do you want to wear diapers?” He
knew that L sometimes liked to wear his diapers even when he was not in little space.

L shrugged, “I might need to wear diapers to bed.”

“Yeah?” Light asked.

L nodded, “I-I’ve…”

“You’ve what?” Light asked.

“I’ve started to wet the bed,” L muttered, blushing lightly.

“That’s okay, Buddy,” Light told him, “nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? You can wear your
diapers to bed.”

“You’ll change me?” L asked, looking up at Light.

“Yes, I’ll change you if you want me to,” Light assured.

“I’ll want you to,” L said.

Light chuckled quietly, “of course I will.”

They continued to talk for a while and they came to an agreement. L would not have to wear
diapers in front of the team anymore or be babied unless he wanted to be babied (Light would
totally take care of him in smaller ways). They would come back up to their room at ten. Light
would then ask if L wanted a diaper or any of his other comfort items and they would relax until
bedtime which was going to be at midnight. Light would still try and make sure that L took breaks
throughout the day and ate normal food ever so often. Light, when they were alone, still had the
right to put L in timeout if he decided to act up (L totally did not pout at that agreement).

“Hey, you know the best way not to be put in timeout?” Light asked in a teasing tone, bouncing the
smaller man.

L hummed in question.

“Don’t act out,” Light stage whispered as if telling a secret.

“Shut up,” L said, giving Light’s shoulder a playful tap.

“No,” Light said, ruffling his hair.

“Stop it,” L said, pushing Light’s arm back, “quit teasing me.”

“But teasing you is so much fun,” Light smirked.

“Kicking your butt is about to be fun,” L threatened with a glare.

“I’m so scared,” Light said sarcastically.

“Good,” L smirked, resting his head back on Light’s shoulder.

“You’re not very scary when you’re being so snugly,” Light told him, then held on tighter when L
attempted to climb out of his lap, “don’t you dare.”

“Why can’t I go?” L asked with a fake pout. He did not want to go.

“Because I’m not done cuddling you,” Light answered, loosening his grip when L relaxed back
into him, “and I don’t think you’re done cuddling either, are you?”

“No,” L shook his head.

“Okay, we can keep cuddling for a little bit,” Light assured, “is that all we need to talk about you
think?”

“I think so,” L said, “we should probably have another talk in a few weeks to make sure that
everything is still okay.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Light nodded.

“It’s almost noon, we should probably go down now,” L said, getting off of Light’s lap to retrieve
the handcuffs.

“Do you really just want to work for a few hours?” Light asked.
 “Yes,” L nodded, putting the handcuffs back on, “plus, I still want coffee. I haven’t had any in
nearly two days, Light,” L chewed thoughtfully on his finger, “that should be a crime.”

Light snorted, “whatever you say, addict.”

“Yes, it is whatever I say,” L nodded, “now let’s go.”

“I’m coming,” Light said, breathing a sigh of relief. He was out of confinement. L was on the
mend, and they finally had an agreement on the whole regression thing. Now, what Light needed
to do was get L on Kira’s side. That, Light knew could take a very, very long time- years even, but
he was willing to wait and case ghosts. He would also need to be very careful here, but they were L
and Kira. L and Kira always got what they wanted, and with some things, one would have to give
and they would need to meet in the middle. Much like they did now.

He would get L on his side and he would not do it through manipulation, but slowly getting L to
change his mind. But, Light was starting to understand, he would also need to come to L’s side a
little bit too.

And, Light found that he was willing to do that.

Chapter End Notes

Don't worry, Light, you will get your way (and L will too). Some unexpected "help"
might be necessary though. I am so sorry both L and Light. *Glares hard at Misa and
Rem*
 Night
Chapter Summary

A glimpse at L and Light new (new-ish) nighttime routine.

Chapter Notes

Just a filler chapter before we get back into the real plot.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

When L and Light made it down to the Task Force room, everyone's eyes turned to them instantly.
L kept a blank face although he felt slightly awkward at everyone staring at them. He never liked
so much attention. Matsuda asked if L was feeling okay in which L said that he was fine, and
ordered everyone back to work.

The rest of the day was full of pitying glances from the task force, which was annoying and L
hoped would end by tomorrow. What was not annoying and L hoped never ended was the small
ways that Light took care of him. He would make sure that his tea cup was full, patting his
shoulder ever so often, and telling him that he was doing a good job when no one could hear. If it
were anyone else, the compliments and touches would be unwanted and would feel patronizing.
With Light, however, it was very much wanted and it felt nice. It made a warm feeling settle in his
chest that he wanted to stay forever.

L was no idiot, he knew that this was dangerous. He was letting Kira get close to him all over
again. They were getting closer. That was not seeming like such a bad thing, however. He wanted
to be close to Light, Kira or not.

There was a thought in the back of his mind- he would not be able to convict and put Light away if
he got sufficient evidence that he was Kira, and there was no way that he would be able to kill him.
So, what other options did he have? He could try and convince Light to stop, but L never saw that
happening. Light has killed far too many people to stop just because L asked him to. He could take
away Light's ability to kill, but because he did not know how he killed, so that was not really an
option yet. Plus, Light would more than likely resent him if he forcefully took away his ability to
kill. The last option that he had was to join Light. That option was seeming less and less impossible
by the day. But he would need more time to think about it, and what exactly that would mean. He
knew that Light was being completely sincere when they were talking about the regression stuff,
but that did not mean that Light would not kill him. He needed to be careful about this. He would
need to drop hints that he would want to work with him. If he even decided that he wanted to join
him.

L shook his head. He needed more time to think about this.

“Are you okay, Buddy?” Light asked. It was nearing ten now. So, it was almost time to stop for the
night. L almost did not want to admit that he could not wait to stop for the night.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” L said, “just thinking of case stuff,” it was not technically a lie.

“Well, you might want to wrap up that thinking, Buddy,” Light said with a smile, “you got ten
minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes,” L countered.

“Ten minutes, and stop arguing,” Light said firmly, “unless you wanna start tonight off in
timeout?”

“I don't want a timeout,” L shook his head.

Light smiled, patting his shoulder, “Then it’s ten minutes.”

“Fine,” L muttered with a pout.

“Don’t pout,” Light teased, ruffling L’s hair, happy that he could do that now that the task force
was out of the room.

“Stop,” L said, pushing Light’s hand away although he did not want to, “you said ten more
minutes.”

“And I’ll give you your ten more minutes,” Light said, sitting down to also put the finishing
touches on his work for the morning.

Ten minutes later, Light stood, walked over to L just to ruffle his hair again. “Time’s up, Bud.”

“Okay,” L said, not able to keep the smile off of his face, “stop messing with my hair.”

“No way,” Light said, catching the smile and smiling back, continuing to play with his hair, “now,
save your work so we can go upstairs.”

L simply nodded, saving his work and closing his laptop, “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go then,” Light said, taking his hand and walking to the elevator. L looked down at the hand
clasped with Light’s, trying to decide if he liked it or not. He decided that he did like it.

Light followed L’s eye line, “what? Don’t like it?”

“No, it’s fine,” L said, nibbling on his thumbnail and squeezing Light’s hand.

Light smiled and squeezed back, “so what do you want for dinner. And don’t say anything sweet.”

L shrugged, “I don’t know what’s in the kitchen. Watari put stuff in there.”

Light hummed, not too surprised that L did not know what was in their kitchen, but he hoped that
there was some real food in there.

“Then I guess it’s time to explore,” Light said as the elevator opened to their floor, “but first, do
you want any of your little stuff?”

“Sakura,” L said immediately, “and maybe my paci.”

“Maybe?” Light asked.

L shrugged, “I don’t know if I’ll need it.”

“Well, we’ll get it just in case,” Light said, leading the man into their room. “Are we taking the
cuffs off?”

“Do you want to change?” L asked.

“Yeah,” Light nodded, getting into L’s safe, pulling out L’s pacifier and Sakura “I might need to
take a quick shower.”

“You’ll be fast?” L asked, biting his lower lip, taking Sakura out of his Light hand. Light then
pulled L’s lip out from his teeth and pressed his pacifier to his lips. L hesitated only a second
before opening his mouth to suckle his pacifier.

Light ran a hand through L’s hair, “I’ll be really fast I promise.”

L nodded, taking the key out of his pocket and undoing the cuffs so that Light could go take a
shower.

“Go sit down,” Light ordered gently. “I’ll be right back,” he assured when L hesitated.

“Okay,” L nodded, walking over to the bed and sitting down like he was asked. Light smiled and
watched L play with Sakura for a few moments before going into the bathroom to take his shower.

Light walked back into the room twenty minutes later. In those twenty minutes, L started to feel
more and more regressed. He knew that he could not regress fully until Light was here. Baby him
would be so, so sad and think that Light was gone again. So, L pushed down his little side as much
as he could, laying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. He held Sakura with one arm and
suckled on his pacifier. Soon, he became cold, so he covered himself with his comforter,
unintentionally covering his head. He did not mind, however, he liked covering his head with
blankies sometimes. It made him feel safe. Like it did when he was a real little kid and he had stuff
to hide from.

He tried not to think of that type of stuff.

Light smiled when he entered the room and saw that L was completely under the covers. He
walked up to the bed and uncovered the boy.

L startled and looked up to see who had found him. He smiled when he saw Light. “Light’s back!”
L exclaimed, sitting up and raising his arms for a hug.

“Yeah, I’m back, Buddy,” Light smiled, not hesitating to wrap the boy up in a hug. L’s voice was
slightly higher pitched and with the way that he was acting, he knew that L was regressed at least a
little bit. “Are you regressing?” Light asked to try and get where L was in his head space.

“Little bit,” L said, leaning against Light, feeling safe in Light’s arms. “Wanna regress more.”

“That’s okay,” Light smiled, easily picking the boy up, “do you think you’ll need a diaper?”

L shrugged.

“Then let’s get one on just in case,” Light suggested, carrying the boy to the safe.

“Okay,” L whispered with a nod, “that one,” L said, taking out his diaper covered with space
objects and aliens.
“Okay, it’s that one then,” Light said with a smile, setting the boy on the floor.

“Cold,” L whined with a pout.

“It’s okay, Buddy,” Light assured, “we’ll get you all nice and warm soon.”

“Light’s sweater?” L asked. He had only worn one of Light’s sweaters a couple of times, but he
liked it. Light’s sweaters were nice and warm, and he wanted to be warm. It made sense to him.

“Sure, Buddy,” Light said, standing to retrieve one of his sweaters and a pair of L’s sweats. The
boy wanted to be warm, so he would be warm.

“Thank you,” L said with a smile, reaching out for the clothes.

“You wanna hold these for me?” Light asked with a smile.

L nodded, holding onto the sweater and sweats.

“Lift up,” Light asked when he unbuttoned L’s pants. L listened so that Light could pull them
down. When quick, practiced movements Light got L into a diaper and dressed.

“There we go,” Light said, once he was done changing L, “all nice and warm, hu?”

“Yeah,” L nodded with a small smile.

“Now, ready to go on our hunt for food?” Light asked with a small smile.

“Yeah,” L said with a nod, “Light cook?” He liked it when Light cooked.

“Yeah,” Light promised.

Thankfully, there was real food in the kitchen. Watari must have figured that Light would want to
eat something that was not sweet.

“How about some curry? Light asked when he found all the ingredients he would need.

“Not spicy?” L asked.

“No, I won’t make it spicy,” Light assured. L had made his dislike of spicy food very known these
past few months, and Light had never been provoked to test that. Getting L to eat real food was
hard enough at times, so he was not going to make it harder by trying to feed him something that
he did not like.

“Okay,” L nodded.

“Do you wanna watch some T.V. while I cook,” Light asked.

L shook his head, “want to stay with Light.”

“Okay, but this might take a while, are you sure?” Light asked.

L hummed passed his pacifier in consideration, “can see Light,” L whispered mostly to himself.

“Yeah, you can see me from the living room, Baby, I promise,” Light assured.

L nodded and walked into the living room. He looked back into the kitchen as Light was starting to
chop the veggies just to make sure that he could see him. He could. With that worry settled L
picked up the remote to turn on the T.V.. He turned it on a cartoon he recognized.

Light walked into the living room when he could. “What are you watching, Buddy?”

“‘m watchin’ Guppies,” L said, turning to Light with a smile, “dinner done?”

“Almost.”

“Smells good,” L said.

“Thanks, Buddy,” Light smiled, kissing the top of the boy’s head and running a hand through his
hair.

“I’ll call you when it’s done, okay,” Light said.

“Kay,” L nodded, turning his attention to his show.

About fifteen minutes later, Light called. “L, come get it!”

“Kay!” L shouted back, hopping up and walking into the kitchen and sitting down when Light
motioned him to, not arguing because he was a little bit hungry.

“Do you want me to feed you?” Light asked.

L nodded, opening his mouth to accept the spoonful. About halfway through the meal, L could feel
himself slipping further into his head space. He blinked, trying not to fight it, but for some reason it
was hard to just let himself slip fully.

“What’s wrong, Buddy?” L asked when L gave an annoyed look at nothing in particular.

“Tryin’a regress,” L said, rubbing his eyes, “brain’s not lettin’ me.”

“Just relax, Baby,” Light said, knowing that sometimes it was just hard for L to regress. Sometimes
it could end in tears, and Light was determined to not let this time end in those tears. “Everything’s
okay. I’m right here. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know,” L said. He knew that Light would take care of him. He wanted Light to take care of him.

“Then relax and don’t try and force it,” Light told him, spooning up another bite of curry. “Trying
to force it will just make you frustrated.”

“Okay,” L said with a nod. He knew that, but sometimes it was nice for the reminder.

After L and Light got finished eating and L helped a little bit with the dishes, it felt like all it would
take was one little push and he would be fully regressed, so he clung to Light and buried his face
into Light’s shoulder.

“We got about thirty more minutes until bedtime. Do you wanna play or cuddle and watch some
T.V.?” Light asked, wrapping his arms around the boy, rocking him slowly from side to side.

“Cuddle,” L said without a second of hesitation.

Light smiled, expecting that answer. He picked up the boy and placed him on his hip. “Okay, let
go into the living room.”

“Wait!” L suddenly exclaimed.

“What, Baby?” Light asked.

“Want a bottle,” L said.

“Okay we can get you a bottle,” Light nodded. It might be a good idea since L was struggling to
slip fully. A bottle normally made him slip.

“Thank you,” L thanked him.

“Do you want to wait here?” Light asked, placing the boy down on the couch and handing him his
Sakura. L nodded.

Light quickly got the baby’s bottle ready and walked back into the living room.

“Baba,” L cooed, reaching for his bottle. He wanted his bottle. He wanted to slip.

“Yeah,” Light smiled, sitting down next to the boy and opening his arm out to him, “c’mere,
baby.”

L instantly climbed into Light’s arms, laying down sideways in his lap with his head on the man’s
shoulder. He opened his mouth to accept his bottle.

Light covered the baby up with his blankie. He placed the nipple of the bottle into his waiting
mouth. L hummed contently, resting against Light and closing his eyes. With his baba in his mouth
and in Light’s arms, L was finally able to slip fully. L smiled and snuggled further into Light’s
chest.

Light smiled as he continued to rock the baby back and forth and ran his hand through L’s hair.
“There you go, Baby. That’s it, just relax. I got you.”

L muttered something passed his bottle and nodded.

“All done, Buddy,” Light said when L drank all of his bottle.

“Paci, Wight, pwea’?” L asked, pointing to his pacifier in Light’s hand.

“Of course,” Light said, smiling at L's speech pattern, “here you go.”

L suckled on his pacifier happily, turning his attention to the cartoon playing on the T.V.

“After this episode, it’s ni ni time,” Light warned, though he knew by L’s drooping eyes he would
not last that long.

“Otay, Wight,” L nodded, resting back against Light to watch the show. He really, really wanted to
stay up to watch it and he tried really, really hard. But, between a full belly,
the warmth of his blankie, Sakura in his arms, his pacifier, and Light holding him, he could not
help it when his eyes closed and he drifted off.

Light looked down at L, “didn’t last ten minutes,” he commented, “I guess you still need your
sleep.”

Light stood up with the baby in his arms and walked into their room. He tucked L into bed.

“Sweet dreams, Baby.”

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, L has a nightmare that causes him to reveal some stuff.
 Nightmares
Chapter Summary

L has multiple nightmares and reveals a part of his past.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Your mother received a couple of packages for you, Light,” Light’s father told him about a week
and a half after Light got out of confinement. “I could get it for you during my lunch break.”

Light stole a look at L, who was focusing on his computer more than anything else around him.
Good.

“Thanks, Dad, that would be nice,” Light smiled, knowing exactly what was in the packages. He
could not wait to show L.

About an hour later, Light’s father went on his lunch break and he came back about thirty minutes
later with three mid sized boxes.

“One of these is some of the things that Mom got you,” his father said.

“Thanks, Dad,” Light said with a smile.

“What’s in the box?” L asked, looking over Light’s shoulder.

“None of your business,” Light said. L gave a slight pout. He wanted to know what was in the box.
Mainly because he was nosey.

Light rolled his eyes at the pout and gave a found smile. If they were alone, he would have ruffled
L’s hair, but, unfortunately, at work they needed to keep an air of professionalism. No matter how
slight. Plus, they did not want the task force questioning things.

“But if you must know, I wanted to order a few clothes, and I needed a few things for classes,”
Light lied.

While Light was an amazing liar, L could tell when the younger man was lying. Why was he lying
about what he ordered online? That made his curiosity skyrocket.

“You could have asked Watari to order that for you. It would have been sent here,” L pointed out.

Light gave L a look, telling him to be quiet. He did not need his father to ask him what was in the
box or ask him to open it. L would find out what was in the box later. Light just hoped that he liked
it.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Light said.

“Do you want to put those upstairs?” L asked.

‘Nosy little shit,’ Light thought fondly. “That sounds good. Maybe we can take our lunch break.
I’m getting a little hungry, how about you?”

“Yeah,” L nodded, standing with Light and walking to the elevator.

“What’s in the box?” L asked again once they were in the elevator.

“You’ll find out in a minute,” Light said, “I promise.”

“Okay,” L said, staring at the boxes. He really wanted to know.

Once the elevator brought them to their floor, they walked into their room.

“Are you going to open the boxes now?” L asked.

“You really just have a one track mind, don’t you?” Light teased, nudging the smaller man gently.

“Yeah,” L said, nibbling on his thumbnail, “I want to know what’s in the box. What would make
the golden son lie to his father? Must be something devious.” L smirked, nudging Light back.

Light rolled his eyes. He then sat the boxes on his desk. He finally opened one of the packages.

“Pandas,” L asked, cocking his head in confusion.

“Take it out,” Light prompted.

“It’s a blanket,” L whispered mostly to himself. He then looked into the box and his eyes whined
at the stuff inside. “I-Is this for me?”

“Yeah,” Light nodded, “I wasn’t kidding when I said you needed more little things.”

“I-I,” L stammered looking between Light and the box, “you didn’t have to do this. This must have
cost a lot.”

“Don’t worry about that, L,” Light said. The look on L’s face told him that he would worry about
it. “For the record, I had plenty of money from summer jobs, scholarship refunds, and, mostly,
from being paid by you. So, it’s kinda like you paid for all this stuff.”

L did not say anything. Utterly speechless.

“Are you okay, Buddy?” Light asked, concerned that his kind gesture would be misconstrued
somehow.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” L said, “it’s just… there’s a reason I never bought too many little things. I-I
don’t want Watari to find out. If I have too many little things, the more likely that Watari will see
something and will find out.”

“Oh,” Light hummed, “I guess I can understand that,” after all, he exploited that fear in L a lot
when he was blackmailing him. “But, all of this can still fit into your safe and won’t leave this
floor. Your secret is still safe. Plus, you deserve more things for your little side.”

“I-I suppose you’re right,” L said, biting on his thumbnail. He reached out with a hesitant hand.

“Go ahead, have a look,” Light told him.

“Dinosaurs,” L said happily as he reached out for a green lanyard looking thing with pudgy
dinosaurs all over it, “what’s this?”
“It’s a pacifier clip,” Light explained, taking a pacifier out of the box and attaching it to one end to
it then attached the other end to L’s shirt, “it attaches to your shirt so you don’t lose your pacifier. I
figured since you’ve lost it before, this would prevent that and the following tantrums.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” L said, looking at the red pacifier that was now attached to his shirt. He
allowed it to dangle as he reached into the box and pulled out two more pacifiers one light blue and
another white, both much like the red one. There was also another pacifier clip that had a grey
background with the word “baby” written in blue letters all over the clip.

“Aww, that’s cute!” L said, eyes sparking, “I like it.”

“I thought you would,” Light smiled, “what else is in the box?”

“You know what’s in the box,” L pointed out.

“Yeah, but you don’t,” Light said, “plus, you got another one.”

“I wanna know what’s in yours,” L said with a small smirk.

“I know you do, nosy,” Light said, “but yours first.”

“Okay,” L said looking back into the box and pulling out the last pacifier with a broad smile. “Oh
my God. It’s a dinosaur,” L practically squealed, bouncing on his heels, “look at his face, Light.
He’s so cute!”

Light chuckled at L’s excited enthusiasm, “I’m glad you like it.”

L shook his head as he attempted to shoo away his little side that wanted to rush forward at all of
his new gifts. “If I slip it’s all your fault.”

“I’m willing to shoulder that blame,” Light smiled, patting L’s shoulder.

L scoffed lightly, pulling out a blue chewy in the shape of a husky, “I’ve never had one of these
before,” L said, putting it into his mouth to chew on for a few seconds, “it’s really nice.”

Light simply smiled. L then pulled out the bottles that Light got him with a smile.

“Aw,” L was once again bouncing on his heels as he pulled out the last item in the box. It was a
creme colored teddy bear with a golden bow. “He’s so cute and soft and fuzzy. I love him, Light,”
L cuddled the teddy bear to his chest.

Light patted L’s shoulder, “I’m happy you like it, Buddy. After all, what baby doesn’t need a teddy
bear?”

“Calling me a baby isn’t making it any easier staying big,” L warned.

“But it’s true, though,” Light said, pulling L into a hug, causing L to give a startled yelp, “you’re
such a cute baby.”

L laughed but attempted to pull away, “let me go!” L squirmed.

“Nope,” Light said, putting L into a headlock and giving him a gentle noogie.

“Hey, hey, hey,” L pushed back with a laugh “stop that!” if he really wanted to get out of the
headlock he would. But L quite enjoyed these roughhousing games with Light, especially because
they did not really hurt. They were fun.
Light chuckled back, letting L go a few seconds later. “You got another box.”

“More gifts,” L said with a smile, opening the next box. His smile grew broader as he grabbed the
first thing from the box. “It’s a Totoro!” L exclaimed, hugging the stuffie to his chest, rocking back
and forth, and bouncing happily. He hummed the theme under his breath. “I love him so much!”

“I knew you would,” Light said as L attacked him in a hug. Light had lost count of the amount of
times that they had watched “My Neighbor Totoro” these past few months.

L did not let go of the Totoro plushie as he took out the rest of the things in the box. It was all
clothes, three shirts and one sleeper. The first shirt had a monkey on it, hanging upside down from
it’s tail by a vine. The monkey had a diaper on with the writing “oo! Oo! Ah! Ah! Wittle monkey”
written to the side. The next shirt had a smiling strawberry, blueberry, and cherry with the word
over the top “Barry Cute.” The last shirt had three smiling bugs on it with the words “cuddle bug”
written over the top.

“This one is very true,” L said, holding out the cuddle bug shirt.

“They are all true in their own way,” Light said.

“I want this one,” L said, holding out the sleeper. It was dark blue with fish and sharks all over it.

“Sorry, Buddy, but we need to get back to work soon,” Light said. “Maybe we can get you
changed into it later.”

“I don’t wanna go back to work now,” L pouted, holding his Totoro to his chest. “Don’t wanna
leave.”

“I know, Buddy,” Light said, pulling L into a hug and kissing the top of his head, “but we are
already halfway through the day. We could retire a little earlier tonight so we can have some extra
time to play. How about around nine?”

“Okay,” L nodded, looking back at everything that Light got him. “Thank you, Light. I really,
really like everything.”

“You’re welcome, Buddy,” Light said, “do you want to go get something to eat.”

“Can I bring Totoro?” L asked, holding his Totoro to his chest cutely.

“Sure,” Light nodded. “What do you want to eat? And don’t say cake or any other sweets.”

L pouted, “you’re no fair.”

Light chuckled, wrapping his arm around L’s shoulder to walk him out of the room to the kitchen,
“I know.”

“Light?” L asked about three weeks later when they were in bed.

“You’re supposed to be going to sleep, Bud,” Light told him, patting his back.

“I know,” L said, “but I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Light said, “and don’t let it be an excuse to get up.” If L tried to tell him that he
needed to use the bathroom again as an excuse to get up, Light was going to start putting him back
in diapers for bedtime.

“I-It’s just,” L did not say anything else for a few seconds.

Light rolled over to his side to face L, “What’s up, Buddy?” he asked. L only ever stuttered when
he was nervous or scared about something.

“I’m going to have nightmares tonight,” L said, looking at Light’s chest instead of his face.

“How do you know that?” Light asked, concern and question in his tone.

“I always do around this time of year,” L said, “I mean, I have some nightmares all year around,
but these ones are worse. They only last for about a week, though.”

“Do you want to talk about what your nightmares are about?” Light asked.

L shook his head, “no.”

“Okay, you don’t have to talk about them,” Light said, holding L close, “I know it must be scary,
but go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

L simply nodded and Light started to hum his lullaby.

It took more time than normal for L to fall asleep, but between Light holding him and Light
humming, L was about to go to sleep.

Unfortunately, L was not wrong. At three in the morning, Light was startled awake by a hand
unintentionally smacking him in the face. Light immediately turned to find the owner of said hand
twisting and turning under the covers, face pinched in fear. “No, no, no, no,” L whimpered.

“Shh,” Light whispered soothingly, rubbing L’s back and holding him close. “It’s okay, Baby. It’s
just a dream.”

Thankfully, L calmed by Light’s actions and stilled, relaxing into Light’s side. Light breathed a
sigh of relief. The calm only lasted for a few minutes and just as Light felt safe to allow himself to
drift off, L started squirming again, whimpering no.

“Shh, Baby,” Light whispered, holding L tighter.

Unfortunately, that seemed to only upset L further. He kicked, somehow missing Light. “No! Stop
it.” L’s breathing came out in short little pants and he had tears streaming down his face.

“It’s time to wake up now, L,” Light said, gently shaking L. He was not going to let L suffer
through this nightmare.

L whimpered again, attempting to pull away from Light.

“I know you’re scared, but it’s time to wake up now,” Light tried shaking L again.

This time it worked. L screamed as he woke up, still fighting against Light. He was squirming to
get away and pushing.

“It’s okay, Buddy, it’s Light. It’s Light. You’re safe,” Light said calmly, loosening his grip on L so
that he could move away if he wanted to.
“No! Get away it hurts!” L shouted, finally escaping whoever was trying to hold him down. He
scooted back until his back was to the wall. His heart was pounding and his breathing was labored.
Who was trying to hurt him?

“Hey, Buddy,” Light whispered just loud enough for L to hear him. “It’s Light. No one’s going to
hurt you.”

“Light,” L whimpered, looking around the room. Slowly, the room was becoming more and more
familiar. This was him and Light’s room at the tower. He was in bed. That meant Light was there.

“Yes, Buddy, I’m right here,” Light siad, “look at me, please.”

“Light,” L said again, looking at the man, tears streaming down his face.

“Hey there, L,” Light smiled comfortingly, reaching out to stroke his hair.

“Light,” L whimpered as more tears streamed down his face. L squirmed to try and get closer to
Light. That was when he noticed that everything was wet around him. L’s eyes widened as he
realized that he wet the bed. L sobbed again. He said only a few days ago that he thought that he
could go to bed without a diaper because he had not wet the bed for a week. Light had been
slightly hesitant, wanting to wait a few more days just in case, but he was willing to try.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” L shouted, sticking his thumb in his mouth and suckling it.

“Hey, there is nothing to be sorry about,” Light said comfortingly, “it’s okay. It was just a
nightmare.”

“No, no,” L sniffled. Light did not understand. He should understand.

“No what, Buddy?” Light asked. L whimpered again, breath still coming out in short, little pants.
“Can you take some deep breaths for me? You need to calm down so that we can talk.”

L tried to listen, taking a few deep breaths so that he could calm down. His heart rate slowed and
his chest loosened.

“Good job, Honey,” Light praised with a smile, “do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” L shook his head, “b-but,” L squirmed and whined.

“But what?” Light asked.

“I had an accident,” L whimpered with a blush, “I’m sorry.”

Light sighed. He was not angry with L. How could he be? It was not like L could control it. “Let’s
get you cleaned up, then we go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” L nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about, Buddy,” Light assured, helping the other man stand, “it’s not
like you can help it.”

L nodded. He could not help it.

“Okay, now let’s get you cleaned up. Do you need help?” Light asked.

“No,” L denied immediately, then Light gave him a questioning look. L looked down at the floor,
“maybe a little help.”

“Okay, let’s get you into the bath,” Light said, wrapping his arm around L’s shoulder and walking
him into the bathroom.

Thankfully, it did not take long to get L clean up. By the time Light cleaned L up and changed the
sheets to the bed, L was nearly asleep again in the warm bath water.

“Hey, Ellie Baby, it’s time to get out,” Light said gently, “let go back ni-ni.”

L just nodded. He felt kind of little and just wanted a pacifier and his Sakura and a blankie. “wan’
ni-ni, ‘ight.”

“I know, Baby,” Light said, as he helped the boy out of the tub and onto a towel to dry him off, “do
you want a diaper too?”

L nodded. He did not want to run the risk of having another accident. He did not want to get the
bed all wet again.

“Let’s get you in a diaper then, Baby,” Light said with a smile picking the boy up and carrying him
to the bedroom to lay him on the floor. “There you go. I’m going to get a diaper for you, okay.”

“Kay,” L nodded, “‘nd paci?”

“Yeah, I’ll get you a pacifier,” Light assured, standing to do just that. Light also decided to get his
‘cuddle bug’ shirt. He may not be fully regressed but Light would use any excuse to putt him in just
his cute clothes and a diaper.

"There you go, Baby, all nice and snug," Light said once he was done changing the boy.

L made a noise of affirmation passed his pacifier, lifting his arms up. He wanted ups. He wanted
snuggles. He tried not to think that when he went back to sleep he would have another nightmare
and how the pattern would repeat for a week and he was going to interrupt Light's sleeping
schedule and about how Light might get mad at him. He did not want to think of that. All he
wanted was cuddles. That's all he needed right now.

"Yeah, come here," Light said, "lets get you back to bed. It's still super, super early. We can catch
a few more hours of shut eye."

"Kay, ni-ni," L said, suckling on his pacifier harder.

Light smiled down at the boy in his arms. He sat down in bed so that he could rock the boy to
sleep. Thankfully, between all of his comfort items being with him and Light's gentle rocking he
was able to go back to sleep.

Light and L wished that was the end to the nightmares but it was not. For three nights L woke up in
a cold sweat about two or three times. He said things that made Light sick, "no, no! Stop it! Hurts!
Help!" When he would wake up it was absolutely heartbreaking. He would cry and apologize
because he woke Light up. He would cling to Light. Light would do the only thing that he could.
He would hold the boy and rock him and guide him through breathing exercises. Eventually, L
would calm down enough to go back asleep and the whole thing would repeat in just a few hours.

It took a toll on both of them. Light never had to deal with interruptions to his sleep aside from
when Sayu was a baby. So, by the end of day three, he was exhausted. Nor only that, but it took an
emotional toll to see L go through all of that.

L knew what would happen. It happened every year since he was a child around this time. He
knew it was coming. Typically, he just would not sleep for that week to avoid the nightmares.
Now, however, he knew that Light would not allow that. It did not make sense to him. If Light
would let him stay up, Light's sleep would not be interrupted and everything could go back to
normal soon.

When he brought it up to Light, however, he brushed the thought off.

"You still need sleep, L," Light said, "you can't just stay awake for the next four days and expect
no consequences."

"Then you should sleep in another room. Then I won't wake you up," L said.

"That's not happening either," Light said, looking at L like he just said the most ridiculous thing in
the world. Which to Light he did.

"Why not?" L said, " your sleep shouldn't be interrupted because of me."

"L, look at me," Light said. L listened. "I said I wanted to be your caregiver, didn't I."

"Not in those exact words," L said, bringing his thumb to his mouth.

"Well, implied and now said expecilty. I want to be your caregiver. That is not just when you are
cute baby L and I get some cuddles out of it. It also includes when you are big and I make sure you
take care of yourself. That includes checking in when we are working and when you have
nightmares and need comfort. You said these normally only last a week, right?"

"Yeah," L nodded.

"So, we only have four more nights of this, give or take. We're going to get through this together.
Okay?"

"I don't understand you," L said, "but okay."

"Good," Light said, deciding to ignore the whole 'I don't understand you' thing for now. "No more
trying to change sleeping arrangements?"

"No more," L agreed.

"Good boy."

That night after L's first nightmare, Light asked if he wanted to talk about it. Normally, L said no
or shook his head. This time, he hesitated.

"It could be good. Talking about it, I mean. It could help you get stuff off your chest," Light told
him, "I won't make you talk about it if you don't want to."

L hesitated for a few seconds before he said, "I shot my dad."

“What?” Light asked in shock.

 L flinched at the tone and curled up more. “I-I-I-I. It-it’s jus-just…”

“Hey, Buddy, I’m not mad at you,” Light said, realizing how his tone could have affected him,
“take a breath and if you want, you can explain it to me.”

“My mom and dad got angry a lot,” L whispered in a rush, “Dad got angry when he drank, which
was almost every night. When- when I was five Dad got really angry when he came home from the
bar. I think- I think it was because Mom forgot to clean something. It-it looked like he was going to
kill her. I knew Dad had guns and got one. I didn’t want him to kill Mom,” tears started to stream
down his face. He had never told this story to anyone, “I-I just wanted him to leave her alone. So, I
shot him in the leg. She hurt me bad. He hurt me worse. Then, they decided that they did not want
me anymore so they dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I-I lived lived on the streets for a
couple of years until Watari found me and took me to the orphanage.” He was leaving out a lot of
details, but he did not want to go into the details. They were too scary.

“Oh my God, L,” Light gasped. He had no idea what to say to that. That was… horrifying. So he
did that only thing that he could do, held onto him tightly to his chest. “I’m so sorry, Buddy.”

“It’s not your fault,” L said, wiping his tear stained face.

“I know,” Light said, “but you should not have gone through all of that. It’s so messed up. I’m so
sorry that happened to you.”

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago,” L said.

“Yeah, but it still affects you to this day,” Light told him, “that’s what your nightmares are about,
aren’t they?”

“Mostly,” L nodded.

“Everything’s okay, Buddy,” Light said.

“I know,” L said with a small smile, “because you’re here, right?”

“Right, Baby,” Light smiled back, “do you feel any better, getting all of that off your chest?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” L nodded, “thanks for listening.”

“I’ll always be here to listen,” Light assured, “let’s go back to bed now.”

“Okay,” L closed his eyes, “ni-ni, Light.”

“Ni-ni, Buddy,” Light responded, closing his eyes.

Later, Light would realize how much trust L was putting in him to tell him that story. Light valued
that trust. He would never do anything to break that trust.

Unfortunately, not everyone felt that way.

Chapter End Notes

Next chapter, the toll of the constant nightmares finally catch up to him. He needs a
break, but that does not mean that he wants to take one. AKA cranky baby L next
chapter.
 Nap Time
Chapter Summary

Light get L to take a nap. Meanwhile, Rem seeks out Misa

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Sir, are you feeling alright?” Watari asked one afternoon six days after the nightmares started.

“I am fine,” L answered, taking the tea from Watari’s hand and ignoring the fact that he nearly fell
asleep in front of his computer.

“Are you sure, Ryuzaki?” Light asked. He had been trying to convince L to go upstairs and take a
nap for the past couple of hours. It was obvious that the older man was exhausted. Light was not
feeling much better himself, but at least he was not nearly falling asleep at his computer.

"I promise, Light, I am fine," L said, the look on his face telling him that he might be overstepping
the boundary between co worker and caregiver. Personally, at that moment, Light did not care. L
needed sleep.

"You do not look well, Ryuzaki," Mr. Yagami said, remembering not even a month ago when L
needed to take two days off because he had a fever. They did not need that again.

Great, now he had both of the Yagami men on him. No wonder where Light gets his bossyness
from.

"I'm fine," L said.

They all let it go for now. Until L nearly fell asleep at his computer again. His eyes closed and his
head drooped to his chest.

"Ryuzaki," Light said, standing to walk over to L. This was getting ridiculous. No matter if L
wanted to or not, he was going upstairs and taking a nap if Light had to carry him kicking and
screaming.

"What?" L asked, startling awake. He looked up at the younger man. Light did not look very
happy. An uncomfortable weight settled in his chest. He did not like that Light was unhappy with
him.

Light bent down so that he could whisper and L still hear him. He did not want to draw attention to
them. "L, you're exhausted."

L opened his mouth to speak but Light did not give him the chance, " and don't tell me that you are
fine because you are obviously not. You need sleep."

"I don't want to," L said with a pout. He did not want to take a nap. He was a big boy! Big boys did
not take naps.
L was startled by the sudden childish thoughts. He did not need to think like that. He needed to
keep being an adult. He needed to work.

"Ryuzaki, you're an adult, an adult should know when to take a nap," Light said, standing to his
full height and crossing his arms. He was not going to back off this time.

"That's not fair," L said, trying his best not to pout harder.

“R-Ryuzaki, he’s right,” Matsuda stuttered, unsure if he should speak up, but he was glad he did
when L said-

“Okay, fine. I’ll go upstairs.”

“Thank you,” Light said, sighing in relief. Finally they got the stubborn man to listen. Light placed
a hand on L’s upper back so he could not back out.

Once they got to the elevator, L leaned against the wall with a heavy pout and crossed arms. Light
held back a sigh. That was L’s classic ‘I’m about to throw a temper tantrum’ stance.

“I’m sorry that I was a little rude back there,” Light apologized, “and that I might have overstepped
some boundaries, but you do need sleep.”

“I don’t wanna take a nap,” L said with a pout, feeling his control over his adult head space starting
to slip. He did not care about that anymore. He was allowed to slip in front of Light. Right now all
he cared about was that Light wanted him to take a nap, and he did not want to take a nap.

“Sorry, Buddy, but it’s nap time,” Light said firmly,

“No, I don’t wanna,” L said just as the elevator dinged.

“Then what do you wanna do?” Light asked, knowing that there would have to be some
compromise.

“Nothing,” L said.

“Is that so?” Light asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” L nodded, tears entering his eyes.

“So, if I asked you to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, you would say no?” Light asked.

“No, don’t want that!” L shouted with a stomp, tears starting to stream down his face.

“What about something to eat? You didn’t eat too much this morning,” Light suggested.

“No!” L shouted, “I don’t want that! I don’t want that! I don’t,” L started to sob.

“L,” Light said in a calm voice, “we don’t shout. Now, unless you want a timeout, I need you to
take a deep breath and talk to me,” Light had a good feeling as to why L was acting out the way he
was, but he needed L to talk to him.

“Don’t wanna timeout,” L whimpered.

Light placed his hands on L’s shoulders, “then take a deep breath and talk to me.”

L listened this time, taking a deep, shaky breath into his nose and out of his mouth.
“Good boy,” Light praised, running a hand through L’s hair, “can you tell me why you don’t
wanna take a nap like a big boy?”

“‘Cause, ‘cause,” L sniffed, wiping his tears, “I scared.”

“Why are you scared, Honey?” Light asked.

“‘Cause I don’ want a nightmare,” L said, breaking down into sobs.

“Come here, Baby, come here,” Light brought L into a hug. He had been waiting for L to have a
break down due to the nearly constant nightmares for some time. Light just hoped that L was right
when he said that they would end soon.

“Wight,” L sobbed, finally regressing fully, collapsing into Light’s chest.

“Hey there, Baby,” Light cooed, hugging him close, rocking slowly from side to side. “It’s okay. I
got you. Let it out, let it out.”

“I know you don’t wanna nap, Baby,” Light said, “but I know that you are so tired. Staying up will
just make it worse.”

“Bu-but it scawy,” L whimpered, sticking his thumb in his mouth.

“I know it is, Baby,” Light said, lifting the baby up and onto his hip so that he could sit on the
couch and rock the baby better. He rubbed his back and patted his bottom while L buried his face
in Light’s shoulder. “I wish that I could take away all the nightmares. I really wish I could, but you
can’t stay up when you are so sleepy.”

“Why not?” L asked. That did not make any sense to him. If he stayed awake then he would not
have nightmares anymore. It would not be scary anymore.

“Because then you will be all sleepy and cranky. Too sleepy and cranky to play or watch a movie
or cuddle. Or, if you were a big boy, you wouldn’t be able to work cases and help catch the bad
guys.”

“I wanna catch da bad guys,” L said, looking up at Light.

“I know you do, Sweet Boy, and that’s because you are such a good, good boy,” Light said,
causing L to smile shyly at the praise. He rested his head back on Light’s chest, feeling warmth
flood into his chest. “But you can’t catch the bad guys if you are too tired to focus or feel yucky
because you’re sleepy.”

“But nigh’awes,” L whimpered, “no want”

“I know you don’t want anymore nightmares, Baby,” Light said, “they are really scary, aren’t
they?”

“Yeah, scawy,” L said, huddling closer to Light.

“I know, Baby,” Light said, “but I will be right here with you.”

“Wight keep monsw ‘way?” L asked, looking up at Light with trusting eyes.

“Yes, Light will try his best to keep all the scary monsters away,” Light promised, kissing the top
of his head.
“Wight, I wove ‘oo,” L said.

“I love you too, Ellie Baby,” Light responded with a smile, rubbing noses with L, causing him to
giggle. “But I think it’s time to get ready for a nap.”

L whined, squirming. He still did not want to take a nap, no matter the exhaustion behind his eyes
or how much his head hurt or how hard it was to keep his eyes open.

“First, how about we get changed, then some num nums. I’ll even let you have some cake if you
want.”

“Yeah, want cake,” L said with a smile, “strawbewwy cake?”

“Yeah,” Light said with a smile, “and how about a bottle of milk too? Then I can read you a story
and you can go ni-ni.”

“Yeah, otay,” L said with a nod, hugging Light tightly when he picked him up.

“Good,” Light said. They might need to make up some sort of excuse for the team if L was still
regressed when he woke up. That was okay. Light always wanted an excuse to hang out with L
alone- big or little. “Now let’s get changed first.”

“Want fishy jammies,” L said, “‘nd diapew, ‘nd panda bwankie, ‘nd Totowo, ‘nd Sakuwa, ‘nd paci.
Pwea?”

Light smiled, bouncing the baby on his hip, “I’m sure we can do all of that, Baby.”

“T’ank ‘oo,” L said with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Light said, returning the smile.

“Light!” Misa squealed as she stepped off the elevator. Light was not in the room, however. “Aw,
where’s Light.”

“Light’s not here right now, Misa,” Matsuda told her, “he went upstairs with Ryuzaki a while ago.”

“Ahg, Light’s always with Ryuzaki,” Misa groaned.

“They are chained together, Misa,” Aizawa said, “they will always be together.”

“Yeah, and Ryuzaki didn’t look too good earlier, so they might not come back down for a while,”
Matsuda said.

“What’s going on with Ryuzaki, anyway?” Aizawa asked, a concerned lit to his tone.

“I don’t know. I hope he’s not getting sick again,” Matsuda said.

This is when Misa decided to turn and leave the room. She would rather not hang around while
everyone talked about the man that was stealing time with her boyfriend from her.

“Poor kid,” with the last thing that she heard as the elevator closed again.

It was so unfair. Light spent all of his time with Ryuzaki and Light had no time for her. Stupid
Ryuzaki and his stupid investigation. Without Ryuzaki, Light would be all hers.
 Misa huffed as she entered her floor. At least Light should be back downstairs later. She wanted to
spend time with Light. They had not been on a date for a week. They would go on a date later.

Misa then entered the bathroom to make sure that she looked perfect for Light. As she was
checking her makeup in the mirror, she felt something on her shoulder. She made a noise of
question looking over her shoulder but she did not see anything. She then looked back into the
mirror and nearly shrieked when she saw a monster behind her. She would have shrieked if the
monster did not cover her mouth.

“Quiet, Misa,” the monster said.

Misa made a noise of horror. How did this thing know her name?

“I have much to explain,” the monster told her, “but I must be sure that you are calm.”

Misa pushed the hand away from her mouth. “What are you?”

“My name is Rem and I am a Shinigami,” Rem said, “there are things that you must know about
Light Yagami.”

Chapter End Notes

Shit's about to go down. Get ready for some murderous Light.

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