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Kira, Sweetheart (pt 41)

[anonymous]

It was one of the myriad ways in which he and Light clashed. Even though they almost always, inevitably, came to the same conclusions they had very different modes of getting there. Though L too was a hopeless workaholic he found he was actually the more laidback of the pair-he had been trained to dispassionately analyze information with the efficiency of a human computer. Light however, while stoical, lacked L's level of emotional detachment. Of course back when he was Kira, Light had by necessity become a bit desensitized to human misery but this was no longer true. Light had regressed with the destruction of the notebook and even after five years of tackling some of the most difficult cases and working against some of the most depraved individuals humanity had to offer had failed to destroy his boundless optimism-though L knew that at times their chosen profession was very difficult for him with his high ideals. Light committed himself to every case. He rejoiced in their victories and he took failure hard. He never lost that rookie-like zeal that he could save everyone if he just tried hard enough. In L's humble opinion Light always took on too much and set himself up to fail but when the inevitable happened L was always there to comfort him.

L was almost disappointed that he didn't have to work very hard at keeping Light occupied so he wouldn’t think too hard about the inconsistencies in his own sordid past-the young idealistic did it to himself-Light had discovered L's slush pile of "uninteresting cases" that L ignored and had actually scolded him for it. L had simply told him he preferred to concentrate on the most difficult and challenging ones-it's not like the police couldn't handle the "simple cases" in the slush pile, to which his partner had retorted that obviously they couldn't if they were requesting L's assistance. L had watched, bemused, as his new partner began tackling them all himself-regardless of level of difficulty or potential pay-off, even doing a lot of pro bono work, and making so much tedious work for himself. L let him have them-it's not like he was going to bother with them anyway. With a practiced hand Light began separating innocent and guilty with all the efficiency of his forgotten alter ego. Solving the cases was the easy part. Getting the charges to stick was much harder but using the name of L did help speed the process along.

L sighed as they sat down at the breakfast table and Watari placed the now typical bowl of plain oatmeal in front of him and across from him Light eyed his own breakfast warily. The old man had really gone all out-in addition to Light's usual rainbow of pills he had to take which he dutifully began to swallow (which included zinc supplements to help him maintain a healthy weight and the heart medications which he would be on for the rest of his life) his plate was piled high with eggs, sausage, bacon, and strawberry French toast with powdered sugar sprinkled all over it. Light didn’t expect he’d be able to get through half of it. L was half-tempted to reach over the table and snort the sweetener off of Light's toast like it was cocaine. Or better yet just inject it into his veins.

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 42)

[anonymous]

"I'm getting fat," Light whined out loud, eying his breakfast with distaste-as per their morning ritual.

L rolled his large black eyes at his lover's usual complaint. "You're not getting fat. Light-kun looks as sexy as ever."

"Why the hell does he always give me so much?!"

"Hmmm... I suspect it's because he expects me to steal scraps from your plate..."

"It's like he doesn't trust us!" Light declared with self-righteous indignation.

"...Like we usually do." L said, desperation making him be completely unsubtle about his cravings as he again eyed the tantalizing sight of powdered sugar on Light's French toast.

"You know, I have a better idea..." Light said while wearing a devious smirk L hadn't seen in years. L grinned in turn; he had been thinking the exact same thing.

They reached across the table and traded each other's meals.

L wasted no time in plucking a sugary, syrupy strawberry off the top of the French toast and popping it in his mouth.

"Now this is more like it!" Light said, cackling evilly as he rubbed his hands together in wicked glee. L had never seen Light get so excited over food unless it was barbequed potato chips that somehow allowed him to get away with murder.

However before either of them could truly enjoy the spoils of their oh-so-brilliant scheming Watari made a point to walk by and gave them both a stern glare. Reluctantly, they traded back.

"You know, Light. That was hardly the most brilliant plan you ever came up with." L sighed (deciding to ignore the fact that it had been his idea too.) L silently lamented the loss of Light's deviousness and couldn’t help but wonder if Kira might not have come up with something cleverer.

"Shut up and eat your oatmeal," Light grumbled bitterly as he began eating his too-sweet breakfast.

L reached across the table, snagging Light by his cherry-colored tie so he could smash their mouths together. A classic tactic-but sometimes the classics were the best.

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 43)

[anonymous]

As usual, L and Light went through the whole tedious process—they got their visitor's badges and hand stamps at the reception desk that declared they were both, indeed, sane; and as usual that allegation didn't go uncontested. Despite their careful preparations, the secretary still took one look at Ryuuzaki and assumed he was an in-patient. That was what prompted this whole ridiculousness of L into letting Light dress him up like a Ken doll in the first place. Deathgods, what more did these people want from him?! He was wearing a shirt with buttons! And Light had even gone so far as to restrain his poor hair into an almost neat pony tail.

They had been hoping to avoid this but as usual they both had to patiently explain that the pale, sallow faced, sickly looking man was not insane but merely a quirky genius. It helped that Light, being a master of the social codes that L never bothered to learn and looking very smart and professional in a dark three-piece suit, seemed to lend him some credibility by standing next to him. In the end they did get the "sane" stamp of approval—even if that stupid secretary still found their claims to be "highly suspect."
"The idiot," Light hissed when they were out of earshot. It always rankled him when people exposed their inherent hypocrisy like that and judged his lover based solely on his appearance—it wasn't fair. Light knew he was probably just as… unbalanced as L was if not more so—he just hid it better. He still occasionally got post traumatic nightmares of his attack. He still had self-image problems. L and Watari had to force him to eat three square meals a day. Oh and he still had a few trust issues from the whole "being-accused-of-being-a-mass-murderer" thing. Regardless of what the TV suggests about mental health issues these things don't just go away because you want them to. It had taken Light much longer than it should have to accept that having these thoughts and feelings didn't make him weak.

L smiled at Light's outburst on his behalf and squeezed his hand, reminding him that they were in this together—together they would persevere.

The pair walked down a narrow hallway, lit only by the obnoxiously flickering florescent lights which drew attention to the chipped and ugly lime green paint of the walls. Light remembered reading somewhere that so many institutions were painting this ugly color of green because it supposedly had a calming effect on the prisoners. He couldn't really understand why—it was really ugly.

A waiting guard stopped them at the check-point before the large gate: "We need you both to turn in all loose items…"

It seemed that the hospital had stepped up security after that incident with Nori's nosering. L supposed it just went to show what a good friend Nori is that she continued to visit regularly after something like that. Sometimes people were forgiven—whether they deserved it or not. Not that L minded that all the time—he would have missed out on so much if he had carried out his vow to have Kira executed.

Light dropped his watch and his keys into the tray. L did likewise, smirking suspiciously as he dropped a pair of handcuffs he had somehow stuffed into one of his pants pockets into the tray. Light was quick to assure the inquisitive guard that his companion, "Mr. Lucius" as he was calling himself today, was a detective and the handcuffs were for work and L gleefully added to that, loudly assuring all present that of course he didn't use those handcuffs in bondage games on Light—oh no, for that he used the fuzzy ones —he wouldn't want to hurt Light-kun's delicate wrists. The brunette simply rolled his eyes, well used to the strange detective's antics—Light had long ago determined that L felt he was contractually obligated to humiliate him at least once every time they went out in public. The guard merely gave them both an odd look before stoically checking them in here so they could proceed further into the institution.

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 44)

[anonymous]

Light would never understand why L was so obsessed about using aliases that were variants on his name. It was one of many secrets L would never tell him—that L won his aliases, taking them from his vanquished rivals. Kira was by far the greatest challenge he faced in his life, so naturally he would be the crown jewel of his collection but L couldn't exactly take to calling himself "Kira" or "Light Yagami" especially since the latter was still living (well he did call himself "Light Yagami" that one time on a solo mission but Light had been insufferably smug when he found out.) When they went together like this L had taken to calling himself names like Hikaru, or Kou, or Lior, or Lucien, or Lux, or Nur, or Roshan, or Zhao or some 42 other names meaning "light." Light himself had no problem with L using his name—he was flattered if anything—and had half-jokingly asked if L was ready to take the next step and become "Mrs. L Yagami."

Light and L found what they came here for in a room that kind of reminded Light of the art classroom at his old high school—he never took the class himself seeing he had been much too busy studying "serious" stuff to make his father proud but he had been inside it once or twice and this room had the same feel, though instead of the happy paintings of trees or realistic charcoal sketches of someone's face he remembered from his high school, the walls and shelves here were lined with macabre and lunatic paintings and twisted, chimerical sculptures that looked like they had been designed by… well, madmen. Some of the inmates abruptly paused in their painting at the sight of the pair and one in particular stood up abruptly, her stool clattering loudly to the floor.

"Liiiiight-kun!!!"

Light braced himself for the abrasive blonde's customary greeting—the girl squealed in delight, fighting off orderlies so that she could latch onto his arm with the persistence of a leech. "I'm so glad you came!"

Misa Amane had been in and out of institutions ever since her break down five years ago. Such a breakdown would've been a career-ended for most stars, but oddly the girl's mental health problems only seemed to add to her popularity as an idol, entertainer, and public figure. Light suspected that L had something to do with it. As odd as it sounded they had struck up an odd sort of friendship with the troubled girl who had attempted to murder them. Her erotomania had gotten a bit better—at least Misa had come to accept the fact that Light did not nor would he ever love her and at least knew, logically, that it was unreasonable to expect him to. (Of course emotionally was a different matter entirely.) Light and L were hardly the celebrity's only visitors but they were by far her favorite visitors. As long as they visited regularly she seemed to stabilize and made suicide attempts less frequently so they made a point to visit at least once a month.
"…Ryuuzaki." Misa added far less enthusiastically upon deigning to notice that as per usual her Light-kun hadn't come in to visit her alone. Misa would never understand what her Light-kun saw in someone like Ryuuzaki.

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 45)

[anonymous]

At one point in Misa's attempts to ensnare her soul mate she had even gone so far as to dress up like Ryuuzaki—she dyed her hair black, gone barefoot, and worn simple baggy clothes just like Ryuuzaki did—but all that had succeeded in doing was creeping them both out so much that they didn't return for two whole years. Though surprisingly, her stunt had had more of an effect on Ryuuzaki than it did on Light. Up until that point Misa didn't think anything could faze the man because Ryuuzaki was like a robot: a perverted, candy-stealing robot. Though it utterly failed to seduce Light, Misa had kept the slightly disheveled look. She let her hair down and had taken to wearing baggy jeans and comfortable black t-shirts. It wasn't like she was working at the moment and it had the extra bonus of annoying Ryuuzaki to no end. Really, it was a more fashion appropriate look for in here anyway, especially since some of the other inmates were total perverts—she'd save the Loli Goth for her boyfriend. She dyed her hair blonde again though—even in here she was still a diva, she did have standards, and the idol found black hair to be so pedestrian.

"Hello, Misa-chan. You're looking well," the man Misa regarded as her nemesis said pleasantly.

"Oh, thank you, Ryuuzaki!" Misa chirped politely—she had learned long ago that fighting with Ryuuzaki upset Light-kun.

Light and L gave their practiced polite smiles as they sat down with Misa. The blonde chatted inanely and showed them her art and they patiently endured yet another round of "I'm so sorry"s.

Misa sighed wistfully as she observed Light and Ryuuzaki's intertwined fingers

"Light, I am so sorry I hurt you. Please know I'll support you no matter what."

"I know. I forgive you."

Misa immediately perked up "If you can forgive me, I'd gladly have your babies!"

***

Misa had been making progress—enough progress anyway that Rem was satisfied and L could finally relinquish ownership of that damned book. After relinquishing his memories L had Watari show him the self-destructing tape he had made for himself along with the report he drafted up on the Kira incident:

"In order to keep Kira caged you must keep him distracted," L had warned himself via video message. "Light was Kira as you suspected all along but by now you will have forgotten how. Watari knows and so does the taskforce. Be kind to him—he was warped by malevolent forces beyond human comprehension. He needs monitoring but Kira is NOT his natural state. He loves and admires you and he has no idea what he was. He can never know. Try not to be a complete bastard to him..."

L deleted all the data he had accumulated on Kira afterwards. He had all the facts committed to memory and it would be foolish to leave such skeletons lying around for Light to uncover (or anyone else for that matter).

***

Light and L were far from being Misa's only visitors or even her most frequent visitors—that honor most likely went to Nori, Misa's old roommate, the maroon-haired punk was now the lead guitarist of the new popular J-rock band "Karasu." She remained Misa's friend even after Misa framed her for murder and even after the nosering incident. Really, that girl should be nominated for sainthood.

There was also Yamamoto, who the pair ran into on the way out after they had extricated themselves again from Misa's clutches. Yamamoto was a former classmate's of Light's and one of the only people aside from his family that Light still kept in contact with from his "old life."

Recently Misa and Yamamoto had become close and L had his fingers crossed even though Misa initially began dating Yamamoto just in a pathetic attempt to make Light jealous. It was very pathetic because not only was her ploy painfully obvious but for her plan to work it required Light wanting her in the first place thus it was quite doomed from the start. It was kind of sad how Misa had convinced herself that Light was in love with her.

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 46)

[anonymous]

Yamamoto however genuinely cared about Misa and merely thought he was the luckiest man alive that a sexy celebrity would ever deign to date him. L was certain from his careful observations that Misa was beginning to care about the awkward, nerdy boy too. He hoped so. It would be very convenient if Misa would just transfer her obsession to Yamamoto and thus she would no longer be their problem.

"Careful," L warned the poor hapless boy who may well be treading into the lair of the praying mantis "She's in one of her low moods today."

Yamamoto merely nodded and resumed arguing with the guards over the level of danger his bouquet of flowers presented.

Yamamoto had met Misa through the two of them—the lanky, bespectacled man was a big fan of Misa's work—that is her singing, acting, and underwear modeling work, not her murders. He, like the rest of the world would never know of Misa's involvement in the Kira case—and all he would know was that Misa had a mental breakdown after the death of her parents that culminated in her assault on Light but Light being the stand up guy he is had felt sorry for her and had forgiven her. That last part was actually true now that Light was no longer being corrupted by a demonic notebook and no longer remembered his crimes though L noted that at times Light could be a bit bitchy about it.

"Agh! She's nuttier than a squirrel!" Light exclaimed dramatically once they were once again free from the clingy blonde.

The edges of L's mouth tugged upwards in amusement. "A squirrel, huh?"

"Well… you know…" Light coughed slightly to cover his embarrassment and aggravation that was Misa was getting to him.

"No, I can see how that's an appropriate descriptor—small, hyper, squeaky, and chitters your ear off."

Light laughed. "Yeah, wait on second thought maybe she's more like a Shinigami."

L froze in horror. "A Shinigami?" He prodded, keeping his face carefully blank.

"Yeah, you know, like Grell from Black Butler. The psycho-obsessive who's all 'I wanna have your babies!'"

L visibly relaxed. They had watched the anime recently when Watari had reminded them both about working too hard and the detrimental effects it had on their health.

"Oh yes, I remember that show. Though as I recall Grell is biologically male… so that's biologically impossible. You however could take Misa up on her offer…"

Light shuddered in disgust. The idea of having kids was horrifying, let alone with Misa.

"Yeah… I think I'll leave that to Yamamoto..."

Light's repulsed response earned a rare chuckle from the stoical detective.

As the two turned to leave, the hospital guard came running after them, or rather, after Light.

"Sir? Your watch?"

"Oh right!" Light Yagami accepted back the innocuous looking silver timepiece and strapped it to his wrist. "I can't believe I almost forgot that!"

Kira, Sweetheart (pt 47)

[anonymous]

L could.

It was, after all, his father's watch.

L knew that Light loved his father but there had always been a degree of distance in their relationship and after Light had moved in with L they barely spoke anymore. Light assumed it was just because his father was uncomfortable with the fact that his only son was gay and no one who was in the know bothered to correct him. While that was indeed part of it Light could never know the real reason that his father was uncomfortable in his presence. And even though they had all agreed (true or not) that Light was possessed and not in control of his actions; the knowledge that his son was the one committing the murders was a heavy burden for the man. L ultimately had to convince Chief Yagami that he shouldn't resign from the NPA because to do so would arouse too many suspicions.
L followed the trail of his lover's long-lashed amber eyes to where they gazed nostalgically at the simple watch on his wrist. L knew that Light did not and could not understand his father's reaction. No doubt just looking at the thing evoked bittersweet and painful memories.

L's face brightened with a rarely seen mischievous grin. Perhaps he could convince Light to replace it with one he gifted him? It was a thought worth exploring and at least now he knew what to get Light for his birthday.

***

As they walked down the street to Watari's predetermined pick-up point L paused for a moment to gaze forlornly at the local bakery. Watari had him blacklisted. He was banned from all candy shops and bakeries for life.

L turned to Light, giving him his most pitiful look.

Light rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll do it for you! Just stop looking at me like that!" L brightened immediately and gave the younger man an awkward hug right there in the middle of the street.

"H-Hey…"

L was all over him the entire ride home.

Because really, there was only one time L was sure he could sneak sugar without consequence

***

"Give me some sugar, baby." L demanded of his partner with all the social awkwardness he possessed. Light rolled his eyes as he allowed himself to be handcuffed to the bed with those ridiculous fuzzy pink handcuffs. The lanky brunette dutifully painted a line of strawberry syrup across his naked chest with his free hand.

"That is so lame." Light let out an exasperated huff that turned halfway into a startled, pleasured gasp as L set to work cleaning off the syrup with his tongue.

"You know you love it," L smirked he settled in above him.

End.