It could be said that there were things in Light's life that he regretted in a certain way. But this one, hell no, not this one. If he could confess to you all the horrible things he had done in his life he was sure you would run away. Luckily he couldn't tell you anything. In fact, he didn't want to. It was so... fascinating to see that innocent look on your face, those eyes that didn't try to decipher him, just looked at him with that hint of tenderness.

And those clothes, he wanted to rip them off with his teeth. Shit, he was drunk. So drunk. Light had lost count of how many bottles of sake you two had had and he didn't really care - he hadn't been drunk like that in a long time and he needed it. He was sure it would become a habit, just as much as you had become a vice.

Misa? Fuck her. She was too clingy for his taste, too stupid, a rock in his shoe that had put him in danger many times when L was alive. But you, you were smart and passionate, he knew that from the time he met you in freshman year of high school.

"What a tiring day..." he complained as he loosened his tie a little. Light closed his eyes for a moment and a small, almost imperceptible smile formed on his face. "This whole Kira case is bullshit, it's like tracking a ghost." When he opened his eyes again he could see that genuine glow of compassion on your face. What a perfectly pathetic face.

His body leaned toward yours and he looked directly at you with those drunken eyes of his. God, he wanted you so badly. As much as he wished that son of a bitch Ryuk would leave him alone, because even at this moment he stood unnoticed in the living room of your apartment, watching him with a smirk on his face and a stupid mocking chuckle that only he could hear.

At that moment Light wished he could kill Ryuk just as he had killed Rem. "You know... I think, if you want to help me, there are many ways you can do it. Like lighten my burdens, for example."