“Well, I don’t think that’s the whole of it, though!” Light seethed, planting his hands on the arms of L’s chair and leaning in towards him. “I’m sorry if this is disrespectful to say to the almighty L, but I think a part of you actually gets off on this whole chained-together thing. I think, Ryuzaki, that you actually like the fact that I’m your prisoner; I think you like having this amount of control over me, being the one to say what I can do and where I can go and when I can do those things. I think, Ryuzaki, that you might even have concluded, to yourself, that I am innocent, but you just don’t want to let me go. You like having me as your prisoner, don’t you? Don’t you, L?”
“Light-kun, that’s not true.” L had actually shrunk back as far as he could against the back of his chair, away from Light and the fact that the teenager was severely invading his personal space. “The present situation is extremely awkward and compromising for us both. If I was one hundred percent certain that you are not Kira, of course I would release you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Don’t, then. But it’s the truth.”
“Why should I believe anything you say?” Light demanded, exasperated. “Your entire existence is built on alter-egos – Ryuga, Ryuzaki, L… for god’s sake, I don’t even know what the hell your real name is!”
“And why would you wish to know my real name?” L asked him softly, leaning forward a little.
Light grabbed the front of L’s white top, twisting it in his grip.