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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
Admittedly, there was another reason L worried for Light but now was not the time or place to examine these peculiar feelings he was having.
"Whatever the reason… Thank you, Light. That was very brave."
A glimmer of awareness returned and the younger man sullenly looked away.
"Please. It was… stupid" (Light paused for a sharp intake of breath) "Don't… patronize me."
L smiled. "It sounds like you're feeling better already."
"I have… a knife… stuck… in my hand!"
"Yes, I deduced as much. I'm not the world's greatest detective for nothing."
Light chuckled and then hissed again sharply. Admittedly he was feeling a little better-as in the pain level had gone down from "holy-shit-I'm-going-to-die" to merely the level of "screaming bloody murder." Meaning it was still unbearable. Light could feel his consciousness trying to slip away when he saw something that shocked him back to alertness:
"No. NO! IT'S NOT OVER!" Light snarled, rage masking terror, as he stared intently at some point in the empty air and L was worried Light had gone into shock.
The Shinigami grinned as he held his Death Note open, his pen made of skulls in the other.
For a moment there Ryuk thought Light was done for and was about to write his name but then Light seemed so very lively yet. It really would be a shame if things ended so soon…
The Death God took the pen away from the page to Light's relief. However he kept the book in hand, chuckling softly. "If you say so, Light. You got me those apples this morning… I guess I can give you the benefit of a doubt. But I think I'll keep this out just in case if it's all the same to you."
"Light… Light, talk to me," L again demanded his attention.
Light (to his eternal shame) whimpered.
"Please, I need to know if you're going into shock."
"Right… what… do you …wanna talk about?"
L bit his lip "Well… you saved me."
"…Yes."
"Why?"
This wasn't fair. How could he hope to process things like motives… or thoughts (such as what-the fuck-was-I-thinking) when…
"Are you… going to… interrogate me… while I've got… a fucking knife… stuck in my hand?" Light panted. L noted he was sounding a bit testy.
Well, I shouldn't expect anything less from L... In fact Light was kind of surprised that L seemed to back off when he complained.
What was I thinking? Nothing apparently. I just acted on instinct. So stupid! What I should have done was let the crazy bitch kill L and then killed her!
(Yes; and how were you planning on doing that without her name?)
Was there any other way I could have acted? No, no there wasn't. Any other way would have aroused their suspicions. And perhaps I've gained L's trust a bit more. So... this was perfect, all according to plan-except for the knife in my hand. SSSShiiiiit!
Light tried to focus on something other than the pain, the feeling of wrongness, and the nauseating sight of the knife stuck in his hand and ended up staring stupidly at Ryuuzaki's bare chest, his eyes tracing the path of every scar.
Ryuuzaki knows what he was doing. Ryuuzaki survived this before. He's helping me… It would not be to his advantage if I died now. That's… that's all this. Has to be…
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Misa gazed back over to where her Light and that rapist were sitting on the floor by their booth, and how that rapist was touching her Light, oh-so-delicately holding her Light's hand!
"LIGHT BELONGS TO ME!" Misa shrieked in anguish.
L noted that when Light looked at their attacker in shock-there was no look of recognition and while Light was an excellent actor L was trained to read such cues. He had never seen her before. So this stranger was claiming she owned Light. L wondered what Light would have to say about that…
"WHAT? Like Hell! You crazy bitch!"
L mused that after getting stabbed it was perfectly natural that Light would be disinclined to acquiesce to her request. Still provoking an emotionally unstable psychopath probably wasn't the smartest move… but then again L suspected his "friend" was also an emotionally unstable psychopath so he couldn't exactly expect him to always be reasonable.
Misa laughed brokenly as she rose to her feet; her blonde bangs fell in her face as she lurched forward like a zombie. L shivered in terror because he could have sworn her eyes were gleaming red as her fingers found their way around another knife.
"Serves you right, STUPID! You weren't supposed to be with him! You were supposed to be with me! If I can't have you… I'LL KILL US BOTH!"
"Misa!" Rem gasped out. That gave Misa pause. Why was the Shinigami looking at her like that? What was her problem? Rem never objected to her killing anyone before!
In Misa's moment of hesitation she was suddenly and quickly subdued by Mr. Mogi who had been, as usual stoically shadowing Light upon L's request and ultimately made the difficult decision to blow his cover when he kept hearing those sounds of disturbance from within the restaurant. The second knife clattered onto the floor as the big man tackled her from behind.
"You're under arrest ma'am," Mogi informed her as he snapped handcuffs onto the struggling girl.
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"Ryu-Ryuuzaki…" Light groaned as L kept constant pressure on Light's wound.
"Hang in there, Light. Please."
Light's eyes fluttered as he fought to stay conscious and L noticed that Light had very pretty eyes-long lashes that danced over pools of molten gold…
"So stupid!" Light spat out and again made himself look at the knife in his hand, bracing himself to again see angry flesh ripped apart and the erupting crimson fountain of blood but instead only saw how Ryuuzaki's white sweater had become wet and red as L kept the pressure on the wound (and kept holding hand.)
This is God's wounds, God's blood.
Light had never been so terrified in his life and over what? It was just a stupid girl! This was beyond humiliating!
Of course Light was perfectly happy deluding himself. He didn't like any reminders of his own mortality.
This God bleeds like everyone else. This God will die like everyone else.
Damn that girl!
Light couldn't stop that stupid, pathetic whimpering that kept bubbling up out of his throat. L leaned in close to him and completely on impulse, to the surprise of both of them, kissed his cheek.
"We're going to make it, alright?" L insisted.
L kept Light talking, kept him conscious until the ambulance finally arrived.
"Let me ride." L demanded.
"Only family is allowed, sir."
"I'm his brother," L lied easily. When the nurse looked at him skeptically L added "His adopted brother."
In the end they let him stay at Light's side as they embarked on their journey to the emergency room.
It wasn't until hours later that L realized he had forgotten all about his pies.
(TBC)
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Watari found L waiting in the hospital waiting room. The detective didn't look up from where he crouched atop a rickety folding chair, hugging his knees to his chest, and seemed to barely register his guardian's presence.
"Ryuuzaki?"
"He's still in surgery." L mumbled around his sorely abused thumb.
"How is he?"
The eccentric detective nervously rubbed his bare toes together. "The doctor says it's too soon to tell but… I know they aren't telling me everything. He lost a lot of blood. But even so Light is a healthy young man. Surely he'll recover from..." there was another slight twitch of the toes. L had heard it all through the door. Light had nearly died during surgery.
And that's when security had forced L out into the waiting room when, fearing for Light-kun's life, the eccentric genius had tried to burst in and perform the surgery himself. In retrospect he was glad they did-he obviously hadn't been thinking rationally. "I know Light. He's a fighter. He'll get through this. He has to."
"Ryuuzaki…" Watari was looking stern. Of course L knew there were other things he should be doing. He had their attempted murderer in custody. He knew he should be questioning her. But apparently Misa Amane hadn't said a word since being taken into custody. Perhaps it would be better to leave her to stew in a cell for a while. She might be more talkative then…
"Ryuuzaki…" Watari cleared his throat and tried again, calling L's alias. Watari sighed and finally resorted to just showing L his discovery. L's big black eyes seemed to somehow get even bigger and maybe sparkle a bit upon seeing what Watari had brought with him.
"My-I mean Light-kun's pies?"
L quickly lost his appetite as he realized his slip... and over the fact that the cherry filling resembled blood-perhaps that was blood, considering how Watari snapped at him that it was "Evidence."
L became preoccupied with his toes again until his caretaker cleared his throat.
"Ryuuzaki… did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell what you were doing?"
"Huh? Oh… right." L sighed. He didn't really expect he could get anything past Watari but it was worth a shot. Such concerns, even The Punishment Watari would no doubt inflict upon him, didn't seem to matter much anymore. Not with Light fighting for his life a few rooms away over what should have been a simple procedure.
The last time he saw Light-he looked deathly pale and so weak. There was something unnerving about seeing Light like that-of course L didn't believe Kira to be a God but L found he had subconsciously put his nemesis up on a pedestal. Kira was meant to be his ultimate challenge-though he was not a God he certainly seemed to have the powers, the will, of one but it was looking like Kira, Light, was human after all.
And so was L.
Light… he looked so scared after being stabbed. L might have found Kira's panic to be more amusing except he no doubt looked the same and… it was Light-kun. L hated Kira and everything he stood for but he… liked Light-kun. L was finding that brilliant, upright, prissy, disturbed young man that was… very dear to him indeed.
L looked up, alarmed when his guardian put his hand on his shoulder, and L realized that Watari was talking to him.
"…But that's not really what I wanted to take to you about. Honestly, I expected you to sneak sweets. In fact, the doctor said some sweets are okay, but knowing you, this was the only way to limit your intake. No, something else has been troubling me. The way you've been toying with that young man's feelings-and don't try to say it's for the case because Wammy's House is not a brothel and that's not how I trained you to solve cases!"
L flinched. "I'm sorry."
"Unless the sweets were just an excuse?" Watari took L's silence and awkward fidgeting as confirmation. "He's your suspect."
"Yes, I'm well aware."
"I'm afraid I don't understand. Please explain your reasoning on this matter."
L flinched again. He knew that was Wammese for "What the hell were you thinking?"
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He's probably Kira. He saved my life. I… like him. Does this mean I'm compromised? What is the just thing to do?
"Watari, when I prove that Light is Kira… I shouldn't turn him over to Interpol. That would no doubt start WWIII."
"Yes, we stopped that once already-it would be unfortunate if this case undid all our efforts."
"So my only real options once I've proven Light to be Kira are to either have him killed or keep him in secret. To kill him myself would make me no different from Kira so it looks like I will be keeping him."
Watari and L began a staring contest, which of course L won when he flashed his cutest smile-it was the same smile he used when he was eight years old and was begging to keep a stray kitten he found out in the rain. Watari made sure the kitten had gone to a good home-he couldn't let L get distracted from his work. L had perfected his smile technique since then. And his arguing skills. Alas Watari could not find a flaw in his logic even if L's motives were completely selfish.
"I'm more than capable of punishing Kira for his crimes by myself," L insisted, his dark eyes silently pleading and again Watari saw eight-year-old L cradling that wet, pathetically mewling bundle of fur. "...And I'll even remember to feed him everyday! Please Mr. Wammy?"
Watari gave a long-suffering sigh. Now he would gladly have let L keep the kitten if he thought it meant he wouldn't want to keep a ruthless mass murderer… "While I can't say I particularly like your choice of company I will support you in this matter whatever you decide to do. And, as counterintuitive as it is… he might actually be good for you…" L looked genuinely surprised by his guardian's change of heart. "You haven't tried to sneak sweets since young Yagami was injured and watching the two of you work-you compliment each other very well… It's a shame really; if we found him when he was younger we could have trained him into doing something more…. productive than his current hobby. He could have even been a serious contender to be your successor."
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L's troubled brooding was interrupted when his cellphone went off in his jeans pocket.
"Yes, Mr. Mogi?"
"Ryuuzaki, I've just been searching Amane's apartment like you asked and we've got something here."
"Show me."
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The taskforce had actually found a couple of strange things.
The first was the shrine Misa Amane had erected for Light. The girl was clearly, unhealthily obsessed with him. But L didn't need to see the shrine to know that.
L stared at his laptop screen which showed him, in detail, the image of the altar-Misa's tribute to Light. Surrounded by nine still-lit candles was a grand, blown up image of Light's photograph was framed and sat in the middle of the altar. L found it amusing how the design of the picture frame somehow managed to be very gothic even with all the cutesy hearts and kittens. Girlie, heart-shaped stickers stuck to the glass of the picture proclaiming Light to be a "darling" and a "sweetheart." The picture frame was surrounded on the altar by about a dozen red and black roses (fresh, probably placed on the altar that morning), and also shared space with a very creepy doll-the kind you'd buy from a shop in a horror movie only to have the shop disappear when go to demand a refund when it starts hacking up your family.
Interspersed with other religious memorabilia and gothic accessories were scrapbooked and taped up newspaper clippings, following Kira's every move. It turned out Misa was quite the Kira supporter as well as a "Light worshipper." L didn't think it was a coincidence. But still it was galling for the great detective to think that this idiot girl had somehow managed to find Kira before he did. But after a thorough investigation it would appear that Light really didn't know the girl and he was merely the victim of an obsessed stalker. L had to explain to the taskforce that that didn't decrease the probability that Light was Kira.
That wasn't the only thing the Taskforce had found in Misa's room-Mogi had found it when he flipped the mattress.
"Hey, you! Shinigami! Rem, was it? Can you tell me what exactly I am holding?" The detective asked as he held the item between his thumb and index finger-it appeared to be a simple black journal with worn, white hieroglyphics on the cover, the names of many victims of the Kira case were written inside.
The Shinigami stared at him with it's haunting yellow eyes and L stared right back. The detective noticed how the creature seemed to hesitate, as if choosing it's words carefully as it answered.
"It's a Death Note. The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die."
(TBC)
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Ryuk watched as Light's self-proclaimed mortal enemy went berserk when it looked like Light was in trouble. How he kicked the orderlies. How he shouted at them and told them that they were all idiots before ultimately being overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Ryuk's ever-present grin widened. Even in such a state Light could still cause such drama! His human was still plenty entertaining. It's what made Ryuk hesitate when, for a moment, it looked like the kid was doomed-when those machines they had hooked up to him began making that loud beeping and the doctors got out the needles and the crash cart Ryuk knew from watching TV that that was very bad and that Light was probably dying. However by the time the Shinigami registered this that damned plucky kid had already recovered. Ryuk laughed at that. Light was probably the luckiest human to ever be cursed with misfortune. Ryuk was glad. He wasn't on Light's side or anything but he had nothing against him either-really the Shinigami saw his human as nothing more than an amusing pet. Of course he would kill him one day but the Shinigami was determined to squeeze out every last drop. The Shinigami still had his notebook out, ready to write Light's name at a moment's notice but he waited. Ryuk regarded his human. He was sleeping peacefully now but Ryuk imagined he was in for some amusing antics later when Light discovered his bandaged up hand. It would be no doubt troublesome for Light to write in his notebook that way.
But there was something else that had captured the Shinigami's curiosity and so stayed his hand. Ryuk, like all Shinigami could instinctively sense when a lifespan had changed, for him it was like sniffing out prey-which one was weak, which one would make a good meal. Though the red numbers that floated above the humans' heads-that set date when a human was supposed to die- though that never changed, the humans actual lifespan often did. For instance, just Ryuk's act of dropping a notebook in the human world shortened the lifespans of countless humans. Ryuk sensed that his human's lifespan was in a violent state of flux. Sometimes it felt very short, other times it felt much longer than it should be-that Light just might live past his rapidly approaching death date. Of course, this shouldn't be possible. It was a rather amusing rule of the notebook that Ryuk never told Light-that the Death Note's very presence had an influence on the human world and the owner. The notebook could never increase human lifespans. Only cut them short. The Death Note could never "save" anyone. This was just another joke that brought Ryuk no end of amusement-he knew Light thought he was saving people with his project. What his human failed to grasp was that if a human was fated to die anyway even removing that human's would be murderer from the equation would not change the inevitable.
And yet Ryuk had sensed that something had changed with Light. Was it because another Shinigami was interfering or was there some other force at work here? If this fluctuation was being caused by a Shinigami, than no doubt that Shinigami was not long for this world-but Ryuk was fairly certain it wasn't his doing!
Ryuk startled as just then another Shinigami barged in through the wall; a bone-white female with purple hair. Ryuk tried to place her. Yes her. It was a female and one of higher rank than him at that. He was fairly certain he'd met her a few centuries ago. What'sherface? Rem, wasn't it?
"Ryuk…" the female began, "We need to talk."
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He was having the oddest dream. It involved watching the news, only the newscaster was silent. She spoke but no words came out of her mouth and she looked so small from where she spoke wordlessly from some sort of sack or bag. Then seemingly without reason or remorse Light scooped her up and devoured her whole. He then slashed across his desk with his pencil as if it were a sword and he knew as one knows in the logic of dreams that his pencil strike had slain the wicked and saved innocent lives.
JUSTICE!
It was the kind of dream that made absolutely no sense and normally was only brought on by eating oregano but he didn't even eat any pizza lately.
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"Light-kun…"
Light startled when he heard a familiar baritone coming from his bedside, resulting in his accidentally moving his wounded hand. Light sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden stinging pain and his nose was assaulted by that distinctive "hospital" smell. Why was he in a hospital? Oh, that's right-some crazy bitch stabbed him in the hand… in one quick, panicked motion Light made sure his hand was still there.
"He's awake!" L called off to some other plane of existence beyond this too bright bedroom.
Light moved… and hissed in pain.
"Careful, Light or you'll tear your stitches."
"Wha-R-Ryuuzaki?" Light mumbled as his eyes focused on the familiar dark bird's nest of the detective's hair.
"How are you feeling, Light-kun?"
"I… It's like… Like my head feels like it's going to float away like a hot-air balloon," Light groaned inarticulately, trying to string together an entire sentence. For some reason everything seemed so disjointed.
"How's the pain?
"It's just … dull ache. You know like…" L noted how Light's face scrunched up cutely as he grasped for the right words "…numb."
"That's because the painkillers are working. The doctor said you're really lucky. It's going to be stiff and painful for a while but you should make a full recovery."
Hopefully... L was worried. The doctor also said that for some reason Light wasn't healing as fast as he should. It was his understanding that Light's constitution seemed rather weak. Perhaps it's a side-effect...? "You know, just a couple millimeters to the right and the knife it could have severed a tendon and you would have lost the ability to use that hand-"
"He's awake? Light!" Light startled as his father was suddenly there and he looked quite angry. "What were you thinking?" His father snapped at him.
"I just… Ryuuzaki… she would have-" Light began but his father cut him off.
"What could have possessed you to put a bomb in your desk?"
"What?"
"Mr. Yagami!" L scolded him.
"What? I…"Light was thrown by the question. First of all because it meant that they found the bomb in his desk and… for that matter why did he set up a bomb in his desk? It just seemed like a good idea at the time...
"I-I didn't want anyone reading my diary."
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" His father thundered. "You're lucky no one was killed! If your sister…"
What had he been thinking? Light was horrified by his own actions. Sure he kept a diary but he never recorded his secrets in it and then left it around so someone might find it. That was just stupid! His father was right-he had needlessly put his sister in danger.
"I-"
"Mr. Yagami," L broke in. "That's hardly fair. He's just woken up-he's still very confused. Light-kun is currently so doped up on painkillers that I doubt he even remembers his name."
"R-Ryuuzaki?" Light couldn't believe that the detective that did nothing but accuse him of mass murder was defending him now.
L smiled. "No, Light-kun. That's my name. Not yours."
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The chief blanched so that he nearly matched his bedridden son. "That's alright, Ryuuzaki," Souichiro quickly interrupted. "You don't have to tell me the details." Souichiro was still traumatized from the last time he had dared to ask L about some of the "strange things" L did as a teenager. Light was left to wonder how L managed to disarm his father mid-scolding and could only conclude that L must have mystical powers of parental pacification. L pretended to cough to hide the growing smile that threatened to crawl across his face. The chief awkwardly cleared his throat. "Light… don't think you're off the hook! We'll talk about this later."
After his father left, Light turned to the man crouched at his bedside. "Ryuuzaki… that argument would never hold up in a court of law."
"Then it's lucky for Light-kun that I am the law… and that I like him."
"I…" Light was already looking pale from blood loss. L didn't think it was possible for Light to look paler but was soon proved wrong. "Ryuuzaki, I don't even know why I-."
L frowned. Light's voice sounded small and scared and wrong and the detective realized that he had rather liked that arrogant bastard and he would miss him terribly. (Perhaps with the proper coaxing he could get him back… without the unpleasant side effects.)
Light attempted to shift on the bed closer to him but soon realized he couldn't move seeing as his good hand was handcuffed to the bed.
"Easy, Light," L said soothingly as the teen began to panic. "It's just a precaution."
"Against what?"
"I'm sorry... I'm sure this is all very confusing to you. I promise I'll go over the details with you later but suffice to say it was for your own protection. I feared there might be others like Ms. Amane who would try to take you away from me. You see… there has been a break in the case, Light…" L paused to stare at Light somewhat warily "You do remember the case, don't you?"
What is he on about? I was stabbed in the hand, not the head! Light leveled a glare. "Of course I remember the case!"
Light felt himself heating up under the other man's penetrating stare but held his gaze. The detective simply shrugged and began unwrapping his sucker.
A break in the case and I'm the one handcuffed to the bed. But I'm not...! "I'm not…" Light winced in embarrassment at how it came out in a whimper-and his voice had cracked.
"You're not." L agreed. "I caught Kira. He will never terrorize the world again."
For some reason L's announcement sent Light's heart racing. If the loud hammering in his chest wasn't proof enough it was also exposed by the significant increase in tempo on the beeping machines. A bead sweat trickled down from his brow.
"Are you alright, Light-kun," L asked as he noticed that Light seemed to be having a mild panic attack.
"Of course! I'm just happy that you finally caught that bastard." That's all there is to it-has to be. After all, I know I'm innocent so there's no reason for me to be afraid.
"I'm sorry you slept through it. Maybe next time." L said in a placating tone as he swirled his tongue around his sucker. Light found that to be a bit distracting.
"Wha-?"
"You're obviously really excited about this," L said as noticed the change in Light's breathing. "Or maybe you're just happy to see me."
"Ryuuzaki... must you twist this into something perverted and-?"
Light suddenly felt very exposed as L continued to stare his soul-devouring stare and here he was just wearing that stupid papery hospital gown-in a self-conscious moment Light attempted to pull the gown down further and winced as he momentarily forgot that his free hand was injured.
"Please, allow me."
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Light felt himself heating up as L leaned in close. Strange. Light remembered how L had taken to feeding him cake and kissing him lately. Though it wasn't an unpleasant experience it was hardly appropriate and regardless of his feelings on the matter he really shouldn't encourage this sort of thing. Really, what would his father think?
"Er Ryuuzaki… My mouth doesn't taste like cake at the moment. In fact at the moment it tastes rather terrible."
L looked defeated as he murmured "As expected you figured it out."
L could've sworn he saw crimson fire flashing behind Light's eyes as he said, accusingly, "You've been using me to sneak sweets or something."
"Yes," L said unapologetically. "Watari has me on a restricted diet."
Light simply grunted in an annoyance but L could tell he was hurt. He's... sulking. "But I-I really liked having an excuse to kiss you."
Light looked very shocked by L's announcement and a dopey expression crept across his face.
It's not fair, really. He's so unguarded now... L made a mental note that since things had changed perhaps he should try not to be so manipulative towards Light now... "I think I'd like to kiss you regardless." ...And while he was at it perhaps he could teach pandas how to fly.
"I think I'd like that."
L made a start at the teen's answer. He couldn't believe his ears so he read his body language. Light's head was tilted to the side in a coy gesture. A little bit "come-hither" and a little bit shy and altogether very endearing. Light didn't need to tell him twice. The detective pounced, careful of the other man's wounded hand as he crawled over him in order to lock Light's dry and chapped lips with his own. L was just rediscovering how to invoke that interesting purring noise from Light when they were rudely interrupted when L was forcefully pulled off the bed by none other than Light's father.
Well, this was awkward.
What is the appropriate social response when the Chief of Police and your employee discovers you making out with his kid?
"Mr. Yagami, I assure you my intentions are noble."
For some reason Mr. Yagami didn't look convinced.
"WE TALK. NOW!"
"DAD!" Light called from the bed.
"WE'LL TALK LATER!"
Light clamped his mouth shut as L apparently allowed himself to be manhandled and dragged from the room and only a gawking nurse remained.
"What?" Light demanded as she kept staring at him like he was some kind of freak.
It's like she's never seen two men kissing before…
"It's just… He kissed you." The nurse looked quite scandalized.
Light swallowed in anxiety as he suddenly remembered little things like consequences. My reputation! …No. I regret nothing!
"Oh, that…" Light cleared his throat awkwardly as he came up with a plausible excuse "He's European."
The nurse opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. She repeated this process several times. Light had to suppress a smirk when he thought about how it made her look like a fish.
"Isn't he your brother?"
Crap! That must be L's cover!
"Yeah, I mean-he's my half-brother actually and, er… that's just the customary greeting in… uh… France. Which is in Europe! Where he's from! Where that's the common greeting and er…"
Oddly enough the nurse seemed satisfied with that answer. Light figured it was either because he was just that good that his lies were as smooth as silk even while doped up on painkillers or by luck his rapid-fire ramblings had somehow seamlessly fit with whatever cover story L told her earlier.
(TBC)
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L perched awkwardly on the planter in front of the hospital and the Chief lit up a cigarette for the first time in twenty two years. L had insisted that they have this argument far away from where Light could potentially eavesdrop. Also, out here there were plenty of potential witnesses milling around should the Chief decide to murder him.
"Tell me, Mr. Yagami; is your concern as the Chief or as Light's father?" L was the first to break the awkward silence. He who strikes first wins.
The calm the Chief had almost managed to gain via nicotine evaporated. "Yes! Both!"
"Mr. Yagami, I know you do not agree with my methods… but I imagine you would prefer them to those proposed by the CIA. Of course a trial was never an option. The higher ups at the ICPO just wanted this to go away quietly and that is what we have done." This way your son gets to live.
"I thought that was just for the case!"
"Would you have preferred that I just used him?" the panda-like man asked innocently.
The Chief sputtered angrily and barked out a "No!"
"Then, I'm afraid I'm not sure what you want from me."
"An explanation would be nice!"
L sighed. "In the beginning it was… an accident."
"An accident?" he repeated, incredulously.
"I can't go into detail…"
"How convenient."
"But, you see, back on the lost planet of Ltron where I'm from we never learned such human concepts as personal space or your human dating rituals for that matter," the detective said with his usual completely deadpan delivery. If not for the Spock salute Mr. Yagami could almost believe he was being serious.
"Ryuuzaki…"
Meanwhile L had to keep from wincing as soon as the words left his mouth. "It was a dumb joke, sorry." You see, this was what happened when you deprive the world's greatest detective of sugar and then made him confront the angry father of his boyfriend after inflicting The Punishment. Thanks a lot, Watari.
"I kind of accidentally came onto him and well, then he came onto me and then… well I suppose you don't need to know the details." L finished off quickly as he saw how the Chief was becoming red-faced again. "The fact of the matter is that I saw an avenue to stop Kira and I took it. That said I have no intentions of abandoning him now. This isn't about the case anymore. As long as he wants me, I'll be there for him. What happens between us-that's entirely up to him. Mr. Yagami, I will protect him, I will keep him safe, and I will never force him to do anything. You have my word on that."
L felt a surge of relief when he noticed how the chief relaxed, and seemed a little less inclined to murder him now.
"Have you, you know…"
L cocked his head to one side. "Know what?"
"You know!"
L finally caught his meaning by Chief's awkward hand gestures.
"We just kissed, that's all."
The chief looked relieved.
"Though I might do that with him in the future if he's willing," the relief on the Chief's face vanished as quickly as it came. "Like I said, it's entirely up to him."
The Chief buried his face in his hands. "Ryuuzaki, please tell me you didn't just spare my son because…"
"I am the first to admit that I am not unbiased," the detective smiled, bitterly. "I am only human. However the facts of this case are exactly as I said…"
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"The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die."
The simple black notebook hung precariously, upside down, between his fingertips. It was difficult to believe that it was this that caused so much death and destruction.
L attempted to ignore then monster that came with the book as it continued to stare him down.
"What will happen to Misa?" the Shinigami suddenly asked.
"I take it you have an interest in Ms. Amane?"
The creature said nothing.
"Misa is the Second Kira."
"Was." The creature corrected.
"You understand what that means."
"You would have her executed."
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