Another Teen Pregnancy

Another Teen Pregnancy
By GreyPenInk
Part 5
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note or any of the characters! I have no money so please don’t sue me! (I only own the doctors)
Warning: LxRaito. MPREG. Rated M for adult content, dark themes, violence, nudity and language. Now Includes Death!

Author Note: Like I said before in the other parts, the sole purpose of this story was to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito.

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-(WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 27TH )-


Stupid freaking Ryuuzaki. Making him go to bed now, it was only ten p.m. What was he, eleven years old again? Really this was ridiculous, he did not need a fucking bedtime and he resented that fact the sleuth had implied it was a parting order from his father.

His father…

Raito had missed the company today. He was sure it would pass but today he had missed having his father, Aizawa, Mogi and even Matsuda around.

Not that he would be able to face any of them, especially his father. The young Yagami had a feeling he would wither on the spot if ever his sire saw his masked cheeks and knew what it meant. Yes, in the broad scheme of things it was better than none of the task force had remained.

It had been bad enough knowing he was first Kira, who had killed so many, and going after the third Kira that he likely had some participation in making. Then to make it more shameful he was doing this all so HE could live after this. Truly, no matter what he thought of himself prior to realizing he was Kira, now he knew he was a very low and awful person. Needless to say it is a very hard concept-of-self for Raito to grasp as he had previously only thought the world of himself.

The auburn haired one sighs as he slipped under the bed covers for three reasons. One, he’d been so busy focusing on work and mentally denying he was a pregnant Kira that he hadn’t tried to come on to the bastard today. Two, he really wished he didn’t have to share a room, much less a bed with the detective anymore but the success of his plan called for continuous closeness. Three, he had nothing to distract his thoughts and sense of self hate now.

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L watched from the monitors as his culprit settled down and despite vehement protests, fell asleep fairly quickly. Huh… Brat.

Actually he had been impressed by the gaki today. The teen’s ability to adapt was impressive. Disregarding the temper tantrum in the wee hours of this morning that still had his wrist unbelievably sore, for the number of hours that Raito-Kun had been awake since finding out, it was impressive how well he was taking the news. Then again the adolescent could just be in denial; tomorrow would tell.

Turning back to his work L was quick to log in the sparse memories the boy had told him about and the child’s alignment of memory blanks to the Kira timeline. The coffee eyed other had said the memories were like quick blurry snap shots taken in secession. The kid had neither audio nor recollection of the thoughts running through his mind at the time. Yet he clearly could describe the features of both Raye Penber and Naomi Misora.

When L had asked when the memories had returned his captive had answered that they hadn’t. Upon clarification Raito-Kun explained that the memories had just always seemed to be there in the back of his mind but had no prominence. These particular memories were weak and lacked the attention that would naturally bring important matters to the forefront. Like who was the eighth person to walk out of class on the 56th day of school during his senior year of high school; it was that kind of stuff that his brain knew but he never looked at later. When asked how he had found them the brat had been vague but the investigator had surmised that Raito-Kun had found them in the process of trying to figure out how in hell had he gotten knocked-up.

Now that was all well and good to know but it seriously disturbed the raven-haired man for many separate reasons; the most outstanding reason being the implication of the paranormal. For a person with as sharp a mind as the Yagami boy to have so little to grasp at strengthened the argument for the involvement of something supernatural. This thus took this unnatural pregnancy into a whole new ball game.

Well damn it to bloody hell and fuck it.

An anomaly he could deal with any given day or time of the week; a mystifying act of some higher power with intentions unknown in relationship to his baby on the other hand…. L took a long drink of his hot chocolate.

Deciding to leave the matter for now L went about compiling a list of ancient magazines, television programs and movies for Misa Amane a.k.a. Second Kira to be amused with. He had to give her something to past the time or she may go mad. Still he was careful not to include anything with a picture of anyone living or anything in reference to TB.

He paused remembering the look Raito-Kun at shot him on learning what he’d done to Amane; it had plainly said the teen hadn’t thought him so dodgy. When he had then explained the falsities on which he had sent the police back the look had changed to outright incredulous in that he could be so immoral. Pot calling the kettle black there!

Yet perplexingly enough, he had quite liked the look his culprit had sent him. Hmm. No, not that look, but he liked that he saw a new look from Raito-Kun. He wondered what he could spark tomorrow.

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Ryo watched helplessly from his side of the monitor as the rest of his beloved pets whimpered and whined to be release from their small cages.

A voice off camera threatened, “That’s all the motivation you’ll need right Hibiki? You wouldn’t want me to have to kill another one would you?”

The longhaired man felt his throat tighten but he still managed out, “That’s all I’ll need. Just please- please don’t hurt them.”

Tarvian came back into view, “Pity. I was thinking of going for a kitty and let the dog hang around. Or maybe the bird. Perhaps I could just break a few bones.”

“No please! I’ll do whatever you want,” he shouted which causes his remaining four pets to whine for him.

“SHUT UP YOU MANGY ANIMALS!!” Tarvian roared at them, instantly silencing his caged prey. Turning back to the other doctor, he said a short, “You know what to do,” before terminating the transmission.

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-(SATURDAY OCTOBER 30TH )-


Rosa Ramos couldn’t help but think it odd at the way her colleague swiftly backed out of her drive way and hit the road. Actually the way he had driven in had been rushed too but she had been so thrilled to get her books she had not given it much mind then. Now as she pulled in the heavy bags full of medical wisdom she felt like she missed something. Reviewing their pleasant conversation in her head she found nothing that stood out; although it was nice to see the other taking a mild interest in her case. Really it was about time the younger physician took some interest in his job and it had been a large relief not to get trapped into talking about the man’s precious pets.

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L nibbled on his thumb. The report from his London lab on Misa Amane came back, with all results within normal range. Some, like her hormone level, were in the upper normal percentiles but still normal. Great.

The very thing that had made Raito-Kun’s results stand out like a lighthouse through a storm was none existent on her. Then again the results were normal compared to the rest of the populace, not normal compared to Amane-Pre-Kira. If there was a change he couldn’t say. Damn.

If only the he had some means of cross-examining her current blood work to older existing blood work. Yet Amane’s medical records showed she hadn’t seen a doctor since she was seventeen. She hadn’t even had blood tests done since she was fourteen, due to some juvenile belonephobia (1) or whatever.

Needlessly he e-mailed the records back to the med-lab but he already knew what it would say: Results Uncertain. The old test hadn’t been in depth enough and to compare a fourteen-year-old, puberty driven girl with a now two-decades-old blonde was a test in futility. However it would be good to at least cover all his bases.

Just as he clicked the message away another one popped up on his screen, a text message from the cooped-up model to be exact. This being the twenty-eighth text today L didn’t even bother to read it before replying, ‘Goodnight Misa’ and blocking further harassment from her. Though technically it was harassment aimed at the Brat, her ‘faithful’ boyfriend, but he couldn’t very well have the two Kiras talking. Thus, he was stuck reading the worry and romantic-drivel filled notes, which were getting so vastly annoying! Insufferable really. He’d give it one more day of this, to check for any Kira related clues, before restricting the azure eyed one to a single text a day. Not that he thought anything would actually come of giving Amane another day to display her limited yet creative vocabulary, but again he had to cover his bases.

Seriously, he had to cover all he could when he had the mother of all loopholes right there on one of his screens. Mother of all loopholes whom just happened to be the ‘mother’ of his child as well. As he watched the pregnant wonder toss and turn in their bed he couldn’t decide who he was more miffed at, Amane or Raito-Kun. Giving it a microsecond more thought, he picked the Yagami youth. Sure the blonde was irritating but the expecting little bugger was dangerous.

Once he had gotten over his initial fear, err no, unease at the otherworldly connection to his baby it all sunk in. The gaki actually remembered something about being Kira and he had no way of checking to see if it was truthfully all he recalled. What if he remembered how his Kira powers worked? What if, held in captivity as he was, the boy was still just as dangerous as before? What if, he was now more so because of his memories? Sure Raito-Kun had been thrown one hell of a curve ball but the teen was nothing if not adaptable.

If only he had some means to assure that the grand liar was being truthful. Yet it wasn’t possible for him to use his usual manners of persuasion. He couldn’t use chemicals, brute force, stress positions, psychological torture and etc. on the pregnant child. Well technically he could but he refused to subject his in utero baby to it. If only he had other options working for him. Hypnosis wouldn’t work on a mind like that and he wasn’t sure there was a lie detector in the world that could catch this pain in the neck kid. With 3 percent and a 5 percent chance, respectively, they just weren’t worth the 100 percent chance hormonal bitchy fit they would cause.

Besides what if tampering with the gaki’s memory brought about supernatural repercussions? What if it would sick paranormal beings, like actual shinigami as Amane’s broadcast and note implied, on them? No, that was not something he was willing to get into so early in Raito-Kun’s pregnancy. In fact, he’d like to deal with the human aspects of this case for as long as he could, preferably until after the 11th of March.

The detective sighed as more “what ifs” and more “if only’s” plagued his mind. Graah. He needed to focus, no, more than that he needed sleep. Yet that meant dealing with the treacherous brat.

Raito had a problem. A problem he didn’t want to have. Never the less it was one that wouldn’t leave him. He brought his arm under his head; he should be sleeping right now. The Yagami couldn’t help but think this decidedly awful situation super sucked. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to people like him, or at least to people like he used to be. Ah, there in lies the key, ‘like he used to be.’ He just wasn’t anymore. The captured Kira turned over on his side yet again but his problem would not go away. He tried clearing his mind, he tried filling it up with details from the case; neither worked. He looked at the clock; ten thirty two. He’d been struggling in vain for half a damn hour. Fed up with it already he swallowed his embarrassment, got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

The ink haired man felt his eyes widen as he watched the boy, or rather watched a certain part of the youth. Raito-Kun was hard. The thin night pants did little to hide the outline of the erection from his view. Suddenly the investigator’s thoughts switched to a completely different topic.

After making sure the bastard hadn’t replace the camera in the shower for the umpteenth time Raito stepped in, undressed and turned on the faucet. It had been a few days since his captor’s last attempt. It had been an equal number of days since he’d ripped a camera out. That voyeuristic pervert!

L pouted when the other had stepped from view. Really he shouldn’t be surprised. For all of Raito-Kun’s lack of shyness in his body, when it came to anything the least bit sexual the child turned into a mega-prude. Where normal people would like for their lover to prep them for sex, the gaki insisted on doing it himself. Where a normal person would have at least let him watch the Yagami brat declined him, disconnected the shower cam and did it there. Where a normal lover would engage in at least some foreplay, even just simple kissing, the auburn haired one always had them skip to the main event.

The cool water was doing its job, thankfully. Well that was unpleasant though not unexpected. With the way his sexual appetite had increased this would probably be going on for a long while. Great. Mentally Raito cursed the thing inside him. Eventually he would have to get over his self-disgust and relieve himself, but not yet. Finishing his shower, he stepped out, dried and changed.

His finger came up to his lip and he nibbled on it. ‘That was too fast’ L thought, ‘why wouldn’t the brat just take care of it?’ On the screen the teen returned to bed, climbed in and just stared at the ceiling. The sleuth felt a twinge of annoyance. Analyzing Raito-Kun was never easy; however, figuring out his sexual behavior was proving to be impossible.

Raito disliked this ceiling, it wasn’t a bad ceiling; it was just something neutral to think about. Which was better than thinking about Ryuuzaki and why he hadn’t come to bed in three days. Not that he didn’t already know why the detective stayed away from bed; his captor was naturally and rightly repulsed by him. It was the reason why the investigator didn’t sleep with him, didn’t touch him and didn’t speak to him if he could help it.

The sugar addict pulled his pudding closer to him at the same time as he zoomed in with one of the bedroom cameras. Pulling in tight to Raito-Kun’s face he expected the eyes to be moving, showing signs of analytical thinking, memories or more from their position. Instead the orbs were still, straight up and unnervingly hollow. Honestly he should get used to this by now. Should being the main word. For the last few days the gaki’s gaze had been sporting a look of lacking. Yet the intensity of the vacancy varied and this level disturbed him.

His grand plan wasn’t so grand. In all his planning he had failed to take in one very important thing into account. He forgot he was now the vilest, utterly contemptible, most despicable human ever to be born! And while he forgot, in the unfamiliarity of thinking ill of himself, Ryuuzaki of course had not. Arh! He had even been so foolish as to flirt with the detective; giving him all the sweet smiles and clever complements his ex-classmates had swooned for. It wasn’t until tonight when his conqueror had said he would not be joining him again that it finally clicked.

When had the boy’s chocolate irises gotten that bad? L was sure they’d been at standard levels while the both of them were working, so after work? If so then what triggered it? Wait, did something necessarily have to happen to trigger it? ….Sigh. He needed sleep.

Refocusing on the ceiling Raito steered himself away from self-loathing. It was just something he didn’t like to wallow in. It was just something that he couldn’t stomach. That along with shame, pain and despair; well not consciously at least. So caught up in the ceiling was he that he startled when he felt the covers next to him move.

L raised a bang-hidden eyebrow at the brat’s jerk; the ceiling wasn’t that interesting. Crawling into bed, he thought they could do so quietly and calmly. He really didn’t want to talk to the young mass murderer. No such luck.

“You came,” he said in a laissez-faire tone. The investigator was right next to him, also staring straight up. Immediately he felt better and relaxed a little; perhaps he had gotten used to not sleeping alone.

“And you didn’t.” he answered very shortly; hoping to kill the conversation.

Raito’s faced grew flushed and he threw a glared at the sleuth. That perv. He was probably bitter at the loss of a peep show. “I didn’t know you took such an interest; so sorry to disappoint you then,” he replied sarcastically, though he relaxed further.

At the edge of his periphery he could see the spark of annoyance light up the coffee orbs and the darkening of the mark on the now blushing cheeks. All he can think now is that this is better! Nonetheless it’s not enough yet. Knowing he’s playing with fire now, especially because he’d previously rebuffed Raito-Kun’s pathetic flirtations, he takes the plunge anyway. More evenly this time he says, “I accept Yagami-Kun’s apology for his over abundance of infantile prudishness.”

The auburn haired felt heat intensify in his face even as he relaxed fully. Although he is insulted by Ryuuzaki’s remark, it’s not in his nature to let an opportunity like this go by, especially not one that could put his plan back on track. Leaning in a bit, nearing the pale ear he all but purrs; “Well maybe if you had taken the time to lend a hand we wouldn’t now be discussing my so called ‘prudishness’.”

The child’s hot breath ghosts over his ear and he automatically turns it into the pillow below him. This brings him eye to eye with the gaki and it dawns on him that this is a tactical mistake. Raito-Kun’s face is close to him, with rosy cheeks and orbs alight with a renewed confidence and mischievousness. That’s so much better and yet in a way it’s much worse. Sweet sweetness, what the hell has he done?

While the detective didn’t respond to that Raito can smell the shift in the air. He most definitely has his captor’s attention. A smug smile almost crept out but it’s smothered by a yawn. Suddenly relaxation turned to tiredness. Settling down for sleep for real this time he makes himself comfortable. Unthinkingly his hand reaches out to grab the famous ace’s. In an instant later the other’s hand was yanked away as if burned and abruptly he feels hurt.

Oh fuck! L grimaced. There it was. There was that damn sad, completely devastated, kicked-puppy look. Before it could continue a second more he stuck his hand back and squeezed. Relief washed over him when the look went away and the teen fell asleep. The panda eyes closed and he exhaled heavily. Whether the kid knew it or not, that look was damn lethal as far as the detective was concerned.

Idly noting the slight pain in his captured right wrist he checked the clock to see how long his limb would be held captive. L stifled a groan to see it was only ten forty four. From the very back part of his mind the older male recalled his birthday would be in one hour and sixteen minutes. And what would be his presents on his 25th birthday? A baby on the way, a ticket to parenthood, an untrustworthy friend with a god-complex, a seemingly impossible case and in all likelihood a fight with the unnatural from beyond the human world. Great. What more could he ask for?

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As soon as Kenichi-Teme had walked out the door Ramos turned to her boom box and cranked her music, which happened to be Concierto de Aranjuez by Joaquin Rodrigo (2). As the lovely sounds of a classical guitar with orchestra filled her exam room she marched into the side bathroom and proceeded to curse that little pale vermin with enough conviction to impress El Diablo (3).

How dare that vermin ask her if she was inept! How dare he question her understanding of medicine! And why had he? Because he had seen all her new books in her office. And then there was the way he said it. So condescending and so sure, as if he were some famed expert diagnostician! Arh! To top if off, the fucking timing of his slander! The vermin had no sense of diplomacy or cuth. ARH! Right when she’d been helping Raito-Kun. AARRHH! She hadn’t wanted to smack somebody, that jackass Tarvian included, this bad since she was ten years old! Most of all how dare that vermin put a shadow of doubt in her Little Miracle Case’s eyes!

Oh how she wanted to defend her title from such horrid accusations. How she wanted to explain that due to the rarity of the case she had gathered volumes made books of medical journals. Had collected many books with such specific detail in it she could be assured of what was happening to the brunet on a molecular level and to some point the genetic level at all times. Goddamn him for making her appear incompetent. She wasn’t; there was a good possibility of doing this with out the books but she didn’t want to leave a stone unturned. There were just so many things that could go wrong and she didn’t what to be blindsided; neither by something stunningly common nor by a freaking medical zebra (4). Honestly she should have explained it all but then she would have worried Raito-Kun further and she couldn’t have that.

Then to add injury to insult, it’s not as if she could talk back to the Yakuza scum! So all the vermin had left for her to say was; “I am a more than competent physician and I’ll thank you not to interrupt my explanations again.” Oh it had damn near killed her to not curse his parents right there on the spot!

With one last screaming curse about the vermin being pure filth she flung open the door to come face to face with Walter. Her air caught in her throat and her skin changed into a crimson brown. Dios Mio (5), this was not happening. Only it was and all she could think was ‘tragúeme tierra, por favor (6).’

Quillsh, having heard and understood the whole rant through the door, didn’t quite know what to say now. He was a bit stunned by the viciousness, the vulgarity and the imaginative images her cursing had inspired. This woman trounced all the officers of Her Majesty’s Royal forces that he had ever met, retired vets included. Coughing stiffly he remembered his message and asked; “Could we reschedule our appointments back to one in the morning?”

Not trusting her voice, the thing that got her in this mess, she just nodded and watched him leave. Once he was gone she sighed and was grateful the man at least didn’t know what she said. Seriously, dang near nobody in this country knew her native language.

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Once the brat was ordered to bed, with much subtle seductive suggestions from the gaki’s part, L turned on Mr. Wammy. “What kept you Watari?” Usually the old man was extremely time efficient.

Ah his ex-charge was straight to the point as ever, Quillsh thought. “She was preoccupied when I returned to talk to her.”

“Was she already testing the urine sample she took from Raito-Kun?”

“No. She was making use of the loo herself. I waited for her to exit.” That was the exact truth and he didn’t feel the need to elaborate. If he did L would want to know and some things are best left not repeated.

Satisfied with the answer L made for the bedroom half hoping the teen was already asleep and would stay asleep. Lately the adolescent had returned to the habit of taking his hand to sleep. It didn’t matter what time he returned to bed, the pain in the neck would semi-wake up and grab his hand. Then again, maybe he should be calling the boy a pain in the blue balls. Since his birthday Raito-Kun had deepen the level of his flirting and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t do anything to him. He knew it, the youth knew it; they both knew it.

Raito shifted positions again after turning the page. A yoga book and mat had been very thoughtful of the doctor. He’d been running out of reasons to bend at the waist for things. Of course the added benefit of keeping him from ballooning up like a fat pig was very much appreciated. Mentally he grinned. This was just the edge he needed to send Ryuuzaki spilling over whatever was holding the sleuth back. Not that he wasn’t grateful for it in some way. Frankly it had taken him since the 27th of last month to get his head around the fact he’d have to be uke to his conqueror again. Seriously, it was one thing to plan some thing; it was another thing to execute it.

Stopping in front of their bedroom door he listened for any sound. All quiet. Good. He didn’t know how many more of Raito-Kun’s offers he could stand without cluing the kid into exactly why he couldn’t take them up. It would be a humiliation on a massive scale if the brat found out he couldn’t keep it up. As aroused as he could get, as eager as he could get to take that sweet ass over any surface; all it took was just one thought of disturbing his baby with his erection and down it went. Opening the door simultaneously dropped his jaw a millimeter. Oh. He didn’t know Raito-Kun’s legs could go like that.

The Yagami turned his head over his shoulder to look at the raven-haired other. Even from across their room he could see the bulge form in the blue jeans. Tonight was the night Raito guaranteed himself then smiled at the pale one with a false innocence. “Wasn’t it nice of her to give me this book. I imagine it will be useful soon enough.”

This child was trying to kill him and his modus operandi was death by sexual frustration. In all truthfulness that wasn’t 100 percent likely but it sure felt like it at the moment. Either way this would not do. Turning to the bathroom he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.

The arm that had been supporting the auburn haired teen sort of slipped from under him and he crashed a short distance head first into the mat. What the fuck was that?! Getting up, he had half a mind to barge in on the prick’s shower and demand an explanation. Ryuuzaki could act as aloof, as unaffected and undaunted as he wanted, but the smell of arousal does not lie. His nose knows. Hell the scent of lust that he aroused in the investigator was the very reason for it only taking him a few days instead of a few months to mentally agree to take the girl’s role. So now that the bombardment of that smell, his own libido and his plan had finally tipped the scales the stupid sleuth walked out on him!

Shakily L pulled his shirt off and leaned on the door. A tiny part of him was in shock. Some part of him was relieved to have the kid out of his sight. The larger part of him screamed in abhorrence to his action. Sweet sweetness, what the bloody hell has he just done? The stupidest thing in the world that’s what. At that moment L pictured a giant dunce hat on his head. The quote by William Congreve went through his mind and altered a bit. Heaven has no rage, like lust to refusal turned, nor hell a fury, like a Raito-Kun scorned (7).

Raito glared at the door for nearly a solid minute. Fine then, mentally he scrapped his plan. He would think of a new one, a better one and one that didn’t involve the detective getting anywhere near his rear. Cleaning up, getting into bed he glared at the ceiling when an idea hit him. He got up to get a few things.


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Stripping nude L entered the shower, turned on the water warm and grabbed himself. It was too late to try to pacify the gaki at this point and it wouldn’t do him any good to leave himself like this. Maybe if he took a long time he could even get out of seeing Raito-Kun until morning. Leaning against the tile wall he began to stroke his need.

Having torn out the last of the bedroom cameras Raito returned to their bed, undressed and laid down. ‘Two could play this game Ryuuzaki’ he thought. He grabbed the lube they kept in the small bedside drawer, after spreading the gel to his hand he began to spread it to his stiffness, starting at the crown.

Memories popped up in the famous Ace’s mind; the lustful looks the teen had sent him had not gone unnoticed, nor had the veiled hints or the heated whispers to his ear. And those were the ones the adolescent was aware of. He didn’t think the youth at noticed the gentle glow he had, the way the mask accentuated any blush or the deliciously snug way his pants now hugged his bottom. L circled his hand around his base and squeeze as he rubbed.

The youth pressed his lips together as he made sure his member was completely covered for the fourth time. Grabbing more lubrication he moved his other hand down past his penis and testicles to the tight ring he would have willingly offered up not ten minutes ago. Touching the puckered ridges he slicked himself before driving a finger in. Instantly his inner muscles gripped the digit yet that did not stop him from beginning to move it.

When his left hand connected with his sac L was glad the sound of the shower covered his groan. More pictures sprang to his mind, ones of the time he and Raito-Kun had been in the shower together. Without the damn shirt the young chest had been vulnerable to him and his attentions. He’d never had such a thrill in mapping out every sensitive spot with his tongue. It had been a rush to finally get at the dusky nipples that had practically been teasing him for so long. Even now a tactile memory was surfacing on his tongue, the silk soft feel to the boy’s flesh. And it had been a delight to find the child had a slight mochi flavor to him.

Soon two fingers were in him, scissoring and thrusting in time with his hand on his shaft. Soft moans rose from his lips and his body began to rock on its own. Raito could feel his nerves become sensitize with each brush he gave himself, the contact and sensation making him sweat and pant. Shoving his fingers in particularly hard he nudged his little orgasm button and arched off the bed with a cry choked in his throat.

L sank to the floor but kept his hands active. His right alternating between firmly running from root to tip or flicking his weeping slit. His left going rolling scrotum and caressing with tantalizingly light touches. Even wrapped in pleasure as he was, L’s mind still brought clips of his shower with Raito-Kun. That addicting constricting tightness and near scorching heat of the kid’s body. The feel of ramming into that succulent paradise and of the collisions of their genitals. The high whines and low sighs falling from those lips to reach his ears. The wet smacking noise of them moving swiftly through the rain of water. The sight of that young frame getting knocked into the wall in front of them. Watching the brat’s fingers frantically search the smooth tile for anything to hold on to.

Jabbing at his bliss center and increasing the speed of his fingers sliding up and down his member, Raito felt that compressed knot in him pressurize further. His toes curled, his thighs widened and with a hard yank he found completion. Throwing his head back he released a long moan as well as his passion.

Sweet sweetness, he was so close. L’s dick didn’t get any harder than this and he could already feel his balls clench. Gritting his teeth he recalled the way the teen looked mid coitus and the clamp job the Yagami’s body had done to him. With a half groan half growl the sleuth came violently hard in a great spray of ejaculate.


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The auburn haired one pushed himself to recover from the divine sense of post-orgasmic ecstasy. There are still a few things to do before Ryuuzaki returned. In little to no time they were done and he settled into a very satisfied and sedated sleep.

L sat, just sat on the shower floor, letting the drops clean up any and all evidence. A dopey grin inched along his face. He knew that session with the vixen would be something to jerk off to. Once his brain started to function again he turned off the water, dried off and debated whether or not he should actually leave the room. In the end he just decided to dress extremely slowly.

The moment he opened the door the smell of sex sucker punched his nose. The heat of their bedroom was the next to assault him. Taking in the surprises he absorbed quite a sight. Raito-Kun was semi-curled into the bed and sans covers and pants. The only thing he had on was what L has dubbed the ‘sex shirt.’ Nearing the bed he found two of his normal shirts on the floor, their use as clean up rags highly obvious. So Raito-Kun had choked the chicken also. But here? That made no sense. Shuffling over to the room’s thermostat he moved close to lowered it when he stubbed his toe on something. L’s eyes widened a fraction, ah, now that made sense. The onyx haired man had stumbled into a pile of his mini security cameras.

After the thermostat was back to normal he turned back to bed, only to spot something out of place. From where he stood he could see their tube of lube out and very much reduced in size. ‘He didn’t, did he?’ he wondered. This time walking back to the bed the black orbs were glued to Raito-Kun’s posterior. The older man bit his lip to suppress a cry of disappointment when he saw the evidence. The gaki had! The brat had finger fucked himself and he missed it! Missed it entirely since the youth had taken out his cameras while he’d been in the shower. And now the sleeping adolescent was mocking him! Raito-Kun had set up this room, chosen his sleeping position and was taunting him with what he was missing. And the chocolate-eyed male had probably made it really good just to spite him! Then to add injury to insult L felt his erection reassert itself.

Glaring at the other L played with the thought of kicking those cheeky cheeks. No, that would just piss off his criminal and send him out for blood retribution. It was best to just go to sleep now. Climbing into bed the detective pulled the covers from the foot of their bed and covered them both. Hopefully this was the extent of Raito-Kun’s revenge but he seriously doubted it.

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Carefully he looked around the room; despite the slight clutter it was still tidy like always. Taking a few moments to memorize the room he then started searching it. He was looking for a file; he already hacked her computer from his and found nothing. It had to be a fairly new file with a thin left side due to lack of both family history and medical history with their less than forth coming mystery patients.

Quickly he got through half of them, the majority them being repeat patience she was so fond of that he actually recognized them from their charts. Those that he didn’t know, well their files hadn’t even remotely fit with what Tatsuya would be dealing with.

Checking his watch Ryo saw he had about five minutes before she would return from breakfast. Resetting everything exactly like it had been he left the room. He could come back at her dinnertime. He only preyed that it wasn’t in her car or worse her house.

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-(FRIDAY NOVEMBER 5TH )-


The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Somewhere. Somewhere but not here, here it just rained. Rained like the first day of forty from Noah’s ark. Be that as it may, it could not be said the excess weather affected L’s perception of this day.

He had only one name for this day and it wasn’t normal or wet. All the words he could think of just didn’t fit as well. Thus today was to be labeled ‘Déjà vu Day.’ There was just this odd, god-awful feeling to this day. As if something calamitous would happen today. It hadn’t even been one of those slow building moody days, no it had hit him the moment he opened his eyes.

Idly in the back of his mind he wondered if this funk had something to do with yelling at Raito-Kun yesterday. Looking back he knew he shouldn’t have even started that conversation but it still seemed unavoidable. Or at least it seemed as if some fight was bound to spring up.

It had started this last Tuesday morning, when contrary to his belief the teen had not further retaliated. Yet nor had he picked up flirting with him again. The adolescent had instead gone back to treating him like he had before they were lovers; polite but not overly so, relatively flexible, fiercely competitive and a tad stuck up. In short Raito-Kun started acting like his friend again.

That morning he’d only been relieved. By that afternoon he’d admit he almost missed the flirting, or at least the goo-goo eyes that had been sent to him. By that night, without performance anxiety hanging over both his heads, L could confess to himself that it had been nice to be flirted with. It was the first time in his life someone had done that with him and it had felt exciting. And the boy’s barely visible awkwardness had made it all the more enjoyable. The Yagami youth likely had never had to put such effort into flirting before, not with his looks and charm. Still the flirting was not something that would trouble him in its absence.

Yet in the wake of not having to focus all of his non-case energy to keeping the sharp kid from catching on, something previously undetected raised its ugly head. With his perpetrator not putting his libido through the wringer constantly, anger was allowed to take center stage.

And he was angry at the most unintelligent thing in the universe; he was angry that Yagami Raito was First Kira. Or more specifically he was angry AT Raito-Kun for being a Kira. Truly his anger was inane and utterly ridiculous but sweet sweetness was his anger ever intense.

He, the great detective L, had been right all along. Since the very beginning, when he had first watched the then high school student he had thought the boy had a possibility of being Kira. From the first meeting the percent suspicion had only gone up. Not once in all the time he’d known the gaki had it ever gone down. Not even by half a percent!

When the boy was taken out of solitary, he’d still known in his gut that Raito-Kun was Kira. After he’d finished his list and came to some of his senses the likelihood of Kira being the young Yagami was damning. So why the bloody hell was he pissed at his perp for?

If it had been outrage at what Raito-Kun had done as Kira, then he could understand that, but this felt more personal than that. This almost felt like anger as if the teen had wronged him. Not in the sense that he’d been out maneuvered and forced to reveal his identity to the police; that was business. This felt specific to him as a person, as if he was personally targeted and wronged.

L sighed. Tuesday night he’d went to bed hardly annoyed, by Wednesday morning he was inwardly agitated but hid it well. By that afternoon he was peeved and by night he was flat out angry. Never the less he hadn’t outwardly shown it so he and the mass murderer had appeared to have a nice day. Indeed from the gaki’s point of view it probably had been a pleasant day between them that ended with them sleeping hand in hand yet again.

Then yesterday morning he’d woken up very angry, which by noon had turned to being pissed. Yet he hadn’t let a hint about it out and the auburn haired one had actually appeared to be enjoying his company. The dull look had scarcely been present in the cocoa eyes. It wasn’t until nine fifty that he’d finally snapped and brought up the eighth and tenth of January. Kira had fooled him then, right before his eyes, even made a witness of innocence of him. Thus he’d attacked the child verbally, letting his animosity show. For a fraction of a second the masked one had looked as if he’d been slapped before he too let his razor tongue fly. Of course from there it only escalated and they had almost fought, when Mr. Wammy of all people had intervened. They’d separated, L chose to stay up and work through the night and he had lapsed into his old habit of sleeping in his chair. Then he’d woken and this feeling of impending doom had greeted him; that and a mild sadness that he couldn’t place. Sigh. At least most of his anger was gone.

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Raito woke to the light sound of some one knocking. Knocking? That wasn’t right, Ryuuzaki never knocked. Then it must be-

“Young Yagami-San, may I enter?”

Yes, definitely Watari. Managing up an affirmative, Raito pulled the bed sheets away and sat up. Watari came in not a moment later, pushing a cart of surveillance equipment. Oh, that’s right; in his rage he had ripped them out again last night. It was the closest he'd come to having a temper-tantrum since he was seven and he hadn’t wanted the bastard to watch that. Feeling a bit bashful about his actions now, the teen quietly grabbed a bundle of clothes and changed in the bathroom.

With extra care today he stuck to his new ritual of avoiding the looking glass. It was bad enough seeing what he'd labeled 'The Kira Mask' every time he looked in the mirror, now add to it dark semi-circles under his eyes from lack of sleep; yuck. He mentally sighed. It seemed he really had grown used to sleeping with the jackass, so much so that sleep was not restful without him. Once done, with as little noise as possible he left to main room only to find the detective missing. No doubt the bastard was in the kitchen, raiding the refrigerator.

The Yagami male worked a good ten minutes in silence and with no sign of the investigator. Where was the sleuth? It was very unlike the other to leave him unsupervised with the computers. Hmm. Watari would be busy for another five minutes tops and when would he get as great an opportunity as this again? With that he set about hacking the surveillance system. All of Ryuuzaki’s other systems were too heavily guarded for a five-minute job, but this system, at least from these computers was less so.

In next to no time he had control of every camera and recording at the tips of his fingers. Scanning the building he found the idiot in the most unlikely of places, just standing there. Fool! Swiftly he backed out of the system and covered his tracks. Marching back into their bedroom he saw Watari not anywhere near finished. Crap. He’d have to do it himself. Moving about the room and the restroom he gathered a few things and exited without responding to the old man’s raised eyebrow.

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L caught a movement in his peripheral vision, turning to look he was surprised to see Raito-Kun instead of Mr. Wammy.

The moron just looked at him, didn’t try to make a step to come out of the rain. The adolescent forwarded to the edge of the over hanger, just inches away from the down pour. The wind went by and he almost shivered. It was too cold to be outside, let alone in the rain. “What are you doing in a place like this Ryuuzaki-San?” he called, trying to be civil.

L held a hand to his ear. He wasn’t sure if he was up to talking to the brat right now.

Was the weather so bad that the dope couldn’t hear him? Then why stay in it? “What are you doing in a place like this Ryuuzaki-San?” He repeated.

L leans, kept his hand to his ear and smiles that the little nuisance. Maybe now Raito-Kun will go away and leave him be. The coffee eyes narrow and the gaki leaves from view. Yet he is back a moment later, raincoat on and umbrella open.

Raito was truly tempted to just let the idiot be but then the detective would catch a cold, thus in turn he would too. Raito never caught a cold from the outside world, it was only if his sister or mother were sick that he got infected. Not so with his father, the man worked through his colds and he never saw him enough to get sick. Yes it was sharing close quarters with sick Yagami women that got him ill. Raito shared a bed with this damn fool, if the other got sick he would too. And he really didn’t want to be sick; he had enough to deal with already.

L stared as the brat stomped his way over, with all the grace of a tot during a tantrum. The kid came all the way out to him and didn’t stop until they were under the same umbrella.

“What are you doing Ryuuzaki-San?” he demanded as a good portion of crankiness reared its nasty head. Though he did honestly hope the dim detective actually had a good reason or he may have to punch him. God, his toes were already getting damp through his shoes and cooler by the second.

He still doesn’t want to talk just yet to the boy, but it was nice having the freezing drops off him. “Nothing in particular, it’s just the bells….” He trailed off.

Bells? This fucking retard was out here for bells?! Non-existent bells to boot! Raito raised his hand, about to smack the dumb ass back to his senses but instead thought better about it and grabbed the very ear he’d been mocked with.

Shock and pain made L shout and comply all at once. Ow! Ow! The kid had him by the ear and was dragging him back in! Ow! Wasn’t this role reversal? Try as he might to get the hand off his ear the child had a death lock on it. They entered the building and kept moving, L was starting to worry they’d go all the way back down when the brat leveraged him into sitting on the steps. Finally the cruel hand left his aching appendage and several things were thrown at him. It was a clean shirt and two towels. He looked to Raito-Kun but the other was taking off his soaked shoes.

Raito pointedly did not look at his captor as he dried and changed. Though he wasn’t particularly attracted to Ryuuzaki, it had been several days now since he’d had sex. Eleven days to be exact as his hormonal body so liked to remind him. Besides he was bound and determined never to screw the bastard again. Once the sleuth was done drying his skin and changing Raito frowned to note the black hair was still wet. Mentally rolling his eyes he got up and shrugged off his coat.

L had been about to call Mr. Wammy when the non-used cloth was snatched out of his lap and dumped on his head. Before he could protest, the boy’s fingers fell on his covered scalp and began drying his hair. It was weird, gentle and soothing for some reason. Yet still it was weird so he had to ask; “Yagami-Kun you-”

Raito really didn’t want to hear what the damp buffoon was about to say. He stiffly asserted, “I don’t want to catch a cold from you and so I’m trying to keep you from getting one.”

Ah, that was logical enough, that didn’t mean he was going to let it pass. “Yes a cold would be most inconvenient now, still,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I think this proves Yagami-Kun would make a good mommy.” His only answer was the hands on his head suddenly digging their nails in, under the pretenses of drying. OW! L clenched his jaw. Shit. He should’ve waited till he was out of the gaki’s reach.

That fucking bastard! How dare he say that! Raito bit his lip to halt the several venomous things that had popped up into his head at Ryuuzaki’s words. He would not lose control again and jeopardize his plan to befriend the detective; yesterday had been enough. It was only when a spot of pink showed up on the white towel that he realized what his digits were doing. Jerking the cloth from the dark locks he turned around to walk away. Picking up his things he started for the elevator.

“Yagami-Kun you should-” L started.

Or Raito was going to. His foot landed on the carelessly thrown soaked shirt, it slipped under him, taking him with it as it streaked across the smooth floor.

L leapt forward as a sequence of events happen before his eyes. A yelp sounded; wet shoes, a coat and a folded umbrella were tossed into the air; a right ankle was stretched out and hyper-extended; gravity started to work its evil; a left knee was bent and slammed into the ground; Raito-Kun cursed and started to pitch backwards. Yet the fall was stopped as L grabbed the adolescent by his pits. “-watch out…”

Raito moaned in pain as his limbs throbbed. Then the pale male lifted him up, relieving pressure from his knee but he hissed because it dragged his ankle.

“Pick up your right leg and I’ll set you down on the step.” After that it was easy to maneuver the gaki. In a flash his phone was out and he ordered for the first aid kit. Scooting to the youth L observed the doe brown gaze was closed tight. He asked, “Will you be alright?”

Ignoring the question Raito hissed out, “This is all your fault.” Ow owow owowow…

“Watari will be here shortly. You will be alright.” If the klutz was well enough to blame then he would be alright. L felt no sympathy for the murderer. Raito-Kun didn’t comment so they fell into a brief quiet.

When his captor’s underling came he was happy to take the pills and glass handed to him. The pills were all of three centimeters away from his mouth when long, pale, pincer like fingers grasped his arm.

L ignored the glare the teen sent him, looking solely to the old man he asked, “Are they safe for the baby?” Only at a nod did he let the other go.

Now, some how the pills didn’t look as good as they previously had but he took them anyway. Drinking them down he was glad that Watari did have some tact as to wait until he was done before starting to examine him. Everything was going fine, his knee would be okay and his ankle was just twisted not sprained, until the old codger asked what happened. “He’s a slob, that’s what happened. This is his fault.”

“Yagami-Kun should not blame others for his failure to pay attention to where he walks.” L said coldly.

Coffee eyes turned hard. “Ryuuzaki-San should take responsibility for his slovenly habits and should warn people in advance.” He mocked.

L opened his mouth but a quiet ‘ahem’ from Mr. Wammy stilled him. Mentally grumbling he held out his hand, “Let’s go down. Watari and I will help you if you can stand to put weight on your knee, but stay off your ankle.”

Reluctantly Raito took hold and attempted to pull up, then gasped at the pain radiating up his leg. Fuck that hurt! Before he could crash back down, two arms encircled his waist and supported nearly all of his weight. Though it lessened his agony it also brought his front press up against the detective. Words hadn’t yet formed in his mind when a wet leg press between his and an arm left to heft up his thigh to narrow hips. Heat scorched his face. “What the Hell?”

“If Yagami-Kun would help, I could carry him down with more ease.” L’s monotone was impeccable if he did say so himself.

Many things were on the tip of his tongue; however, he didn’t dare say them aloud in front of Watari. He didn’t smell any arousal coming from the investigator and it wasn’t likely Ryuuzaki would try anything in front of his assistant. Okay, next to that was a certain matter he hated to mention. “I’m heavier than you,” That was putting it mildly. “Can you really carry me?” Because the last thing he wanted was to be dropped on his ass.

The pale man perceived the pregnant one’s word choice and thought of pestering the injured youth. He decided to do it, though after he was out of range. “Yes. You won’t be a problem.” He had no difficulty before so he shouldn’t have one now. Hesitantly the captured Kira wrapped around him and he hadn’t realized he’d been cold up to that point. Another thing to realize was that carrying an awake Raito-Kun was similar to an unconscious one.

The moment before Ryuuzaki started walking he was going to ask to change positions; a piggyback or bridal style might have been better. Then the detective started walking and a foreign calm inhaled him. It was oddly nice to be like this with the sleuth but he had no idea why. Shouldn’t this be awful? Here he was mad at the chilly, semi-wet imbecile while simultaneously being sex deprived himself and in a similar arrangement to one they fucked in; shouldn’t he be feeling some thing other than relaxation?

Quillsh dutifully recovered the scattered items, marched ahead of the two to summon the building’s lift. In the pause that occurred in waiting for their ride down he was pleased by their lack of bickering. He-
“You owe me an apology for being such a slob.”
“No, Yagami-Kun owes me one for trying to maim me, in two places.”
-Spoke too soon. Again a loud ahem from him ceased further dispute. Sigh. From their useless prattle it seemed to him this mornings security tapes would be nothing less than mind numbing and worthless. He would not waste time on them to check them. Sigh. Great heavens, it was unsettling how these two lads could go from mature young adults to daft tots in seconds. Thankfully the metal doors were swift to open before either chap could unleash another bit of rubbish.

L wondered what it was about the brat that had him wishing Mr. Wammy would leave yet made him glad that he stayed. It was… nice… to have the gaki back in his arms. Though not the sexually stimulating ‘nice’ he thought it would be, just pleasant normal nice. Which left him puzzled, a trifle unsettled and a good deal suspicious. And the ‘nice’ felt even better when Raito-Kun began relaxing in his hold. The sensation of the boy’s body melding into his made a large chuck of his anger melt.

Raito killed a yawn in his throat and continued to fight off sleep. So what if he was tired; this wasn’t exactly the best place to doze. Uhn. Why did sleep was so inviting? And why the hell was he so relaxed anyway? With the nasty mood Ryuuzaki had been in lately, which could not be blamed on hormones, the bastard was liable to drop him on his butt just for the fun of it. Still that thought did not kill the all-encompassing sense of safety he was currently getting intoxicated on. Slowly his neck lost the battle to keep his head up. Rapidly his eyelids lost the fight to stay open.

As the metal doors opened L gazed at the half hidden face on his shoulder. Somewhere along the short ride his culprit had fallen asleep. At first he had stiffened at the touch but had relaxed as he felt the child against him go limp. ‘Raito-Kun has fallen asleep in my arms’ the detective thought as he made his way to their room. Setting the kid down on their bed he took a moment just to gaze at him. The auburn hair had grown half an inch and there was a slight darkness under the shut eyes. Under those of course was the ever-present mask of pregnancy. In staring at the marked skin an idea popped into his head.

Raito-Kun couldn’t protest it now so why not? The teen wouldn’t know so why not? Gently positioning himself next to the youth he unbuttoned the stripped shirt and laid the young chest bare. Moving downwards, pale hands eased off the beige plants and scooted the boxers down. He had just gotten the underpants where he needed them when-

“Ryuu no hentai,” came the sleepy voice followed by a hand that weakly shoved the pervert away. Automatically taking a deep breath, in order to wake further, some part of him was quick to note the absence of arousal in the air. Tired eyes fixed on near hidden, black orbs.

Locked on to doe brown eyes L suddenly found his mouth dry. No. No, he hadn’t meant it like that; however, the words would just not come. Summoning up something, anything he simply said, “Just… let me.” Long fingers hovered over the exposed baby bump. “Just let me,” he repeated, though this time with a hint of strain.

Still far less than awake Raito could only nod and puzzle at the sound that he thought he heard in the investigator’s voice. Then the cool hand was on him, he flinched and almost glared. The notion of giving a withering look to the prick for the coldness was taken away as he watched those space black eyes focus on his abdomen and only on it.

It was amazing. The feel of the taunt skin and the small swell that had no give. Today made twenty-two weeks along. His baby would soon be close to a pound. His child’s brain would be entering a phase of rapid growth and the liver should begin to try to take on a larger roll. Yet his baby was just so small now. He had read the magnification on the ultrasound pictures; his child was still tiny compared to a new born. The only movement he could feel was Raito-Kun’s rhythmic inhalation. Glancing at the brat he found him asleep again.

L mentally shook his head; the Yagami youth was the lone person on this earth that would fall asleep on him. The sleuth was about to brush it off and turn back to his child when he froze. Raito-Kun was the only person who would fall asleep on him. The sleeping kid was the sole person comfortable enough around him to doze on him. Was it that ease which made holding the mass murderer so nice? L couldn’t really say.

A disturbing notion randomly chose that moment to breeze into his mind. After his baby was born Raito-Kun would be out of his life. Or at least that’s what the brat wanted and hoped would happen. His first friend did not want to stick around and it made a sick feeling in his stomach. Cutting off that thought he looked back to the mask that covered the tops of soft cheeks. He’d noticed the teens less than willing approach to facing the mirror. So long as that mask was there Raito-Kun would not want to re-enter society and for now that was enough on the matter. L’s focus shifted back to the tummy under his palm.

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Ryo was going out of his mind! The file wasn’t anywhere! He’d gone over her office with a fine toothcomb. All he’d found where a few highlighted passages and some underlined sentences in the assortment of the books she owned. Granted they gave him an idea of the things she was monitoring but his hunches hadn’t been enough to pacify Tarvian.

He needed that God forsaken file! If only it had been in her car. Then his animals would not be growing thinner by the day. Then his precious pets wouldn’t be trapped in tiny cages with their own waste. Then his loves would be back at home and never out of his sight again. He leaned against a random wall as his heart clenched as he remembered the last transmission with the merciless older doctor. His bird was next. Tarvian swore he would snap his nightingale’s neck if he didn’t produce evidence.

Exhaling a breath he hadn’t known he was holding he steadied himself. Today, he would have to steal her keys again, only this time it wasn’t just her car he was invading. Inside he trembled at the idea of breaking into a house, most of all hers. Yet he would do it, so with as much resolution as he could muster he rounded the corner to her corridor.

…only to jump back behind the wall when he saw her. Why was Ramos-San here? Shouldn’t she be in the lab running the test she ordered? He was about to sneak away when he heard her begin to speak.

“Are you still there Walter-San?” She murmured.

The young physician froze in place. This could be something.

“Yes I’ve checked. No, no one is around. Now tell me what happened.” Rosa ordered. She did not appreciate being kept waiting on something about her Little Miracle Case’s health.

Ryo strained his ears, creeping close to the edge of the wall.

“HE WHAT?!” She shrieked. Her every muscle stiffened, she had to of heard wrong, even the hair in her braid seemed to firm up.

Ryo rubbed his aching ears and privately felt sorry for the old man on the other end of her line.

“Is that so?” An icy tone now portrayed her mood even as her grip on her cell got harder. “I’d like to examine Tatsuya-Kun myself if you don’t mind. Bring him at the new time. Oh and I have a few more things to add to his file.”

The long haired male straightened in rampant attention. This could be what he needed!

“Yes, of course on his test results and a few notes on some other observations of mine.” She sighed. “In any case please bring the file with you when you come. Oh and from now on see if you can keep it out of Tatsuya-Kun’s hands. I believe some of the notes maybe begin to be up setting. … Yes. That won’t be a problem. … Goodbye.”

As calmly as he could he slipped away, silently thrilled. Once he was two halls away he sped off to his office. Reaching the phone, jittery fingers dialed Tarvian’s number. It was the older doctor’s day off, he should be available. As the ringing sounded on the other side of the connection he pictured taking his precious pets home and giving them all a good bath.

The phone answered. “H-”

“I located it! I have located the file,” He rushed; eager to be done with this man.

Thick eyebrows rows; so the wuss had taking his ultimatum seriously. “Good. Bring it in immediately.”

Abruptly the high he was on plummeted and the ground was coming up all too quickly. “I-I c-cannot… I-I do not h-have it.”

The bald one’s orbs narrowed. Somehow Henry Tarvian knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t fucking have it?”

“Her patients have it in their possession! They are the ones keeping it!” Ryo filled in hastily.

The stocky man halted the tirade he’d been about to unleash on the pansy. Why the hell would the woman have Fem-boy and crew keep the file? Was it that she was on to him and the wimp? No, he’d passed her in the hall yesterday and she’d walked by the dick-weed the day before with no problem. Was she just being extremely cautious? Hmm. It mattered not. “Well you know the address so go get it. Go get me my damn file before that little feather duster of yours chirps its’ last!”

“B-but that’s breaking into someone’s house!” He protested. Never mind that he was willing to do the same to his colleague’s home. “I don’t have the key, it really would be breaking and entering. It would draw police attention.”

Tarvian scoffed. “If you’d paid attention to the address you’d know they live in the crap side. No police are going to give a rat’s ass. Just wear gloves and ransack the place.”

The younger hospital employee didn’t know what hit the ground first, his stomach or his jaw. No thought went threw is mind then and no word dared to leave his mouth.

“One more thing Hibiki,” He paused, then went on, “Try not to get knifed. If you die before you can secure that file I’ll gut your pets. It shouldn’t be too hard they’re all so small and weak by now.” He chuckled and hung up.

The sound of the dial tone was muffled by the crash of his knees against the floor; his legs having decided not to carry him anymore.

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-(SATURDAY NOVEMBER 6TH)-


The dark skinned woman glared at the black foreign car as it drove away. Feh. A dark foreign car; how much more Yakuza could you get? Turning away to return to her office she nearly bumped into someone. Startled she gasped before she saw who it was. “Hibiki-San? What are you doing out here so late?”

Although he could feel the dark eyes on him, Ryo did not take his hold away from where the car had just been. Ignoring her question he asked one of his own, “You are still seeing patients whom drive that type of automobile?”

Immediately seeing the implication her mind stutter for a second, before she casually said, “It’s a nice car, but personally I’d prefer blue to black. Black is so trite; however, you can’t judge a person for trying to look classic.”

The pale man stared at her; it was not the first time she’d been deliberately obtuse with him yet it was just one of a handful of times. Suddenly the false address he’d chased the entire afternoon, only to find a vacant lot, made sense. So much so that he’d better speak to Tarvian about this. Giving her an unconvinced look, he just replied, “People with that choice in automobiles can be troubling to handle.” Watching her ink orbs widen, he added earnestly, “Please know I will help you if you need assistance.”

Stunned at the bold words form her normally meek associate she could only thank him for the offer and politely decline under the reasoning that there was no need for it nor a need to over think black on cars. It was not until after he nodded once and walked away without further word that she wondered what the hell was going on with him. He’d never seemed so comfortable with her before. Perhaps her asking him a favor made him think they were friends? It was a weak theory but it was better than nothing.

Pushing the other out of her head Rosa reviewed her Little Miracle Cases Visit. The Knee was just bruised. His ankle would be fine in a few days provided he stayed on the crutches she’s supplied. As for the rest… well… that she would have to monitor. His weight she would give it another week to see. Raito-Kun was already light for being at his stage; the fifth of a kilogram he’d lost since she’d first seen him did not help any. Hopefully it was just a bit of shock that would resolve itself.

Now as to how her patient was mentally, she’d have to say on edge, which she’d entirely blamed on the damn panda-eyed vermin. Getting distracted her focus moved to the Cabron who just seemed to get worse with every meeting. Dios mio, she had no clue as to how the young Yagami put up with Kenichi-Teme. By now her patience with his sitting style had worn thin. Honestly who sat like that?!

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Henry Tarvian was HIGHLY tempted to just shoot the life out of his weak pussy coworker but he restrained himself with great effort and limited it to one kick behind the knee. That naïve sissy actually had thought his role would be over after informing him of the Fem-Boy’s possible Yakuza status. Hah! It was just beginning and the first assignment was to get closer to the woman. He snorted. Though he was not particularly happy with that he had little doubt the panty-waste wouldn’t complain.

Glancing back Tarvian noticed the cunt had stopped his cleaning and feeding of the mangy animals to pet them. “Speed it the fuck up!” He barked. Really if he didn’t need the Nancy-boy’s photographic memory he would never have recruited him and had to put up the stink of the creatures. At least the later was being dealt with and the stupid wimp had given him piece of leverage: visitation privileges.

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At this rate Quillsh would not be able to get his shopping done today. He observed the two on the monitor warily; to put it mildly they were on the outs again. Though it was not severely apparent, this level of tension meant he’d have to watch them like a hawk, ready to pull them apart if something did happen. Further more though he abhorred to admit it was his ex-charge, turn charge again through actions of immaturity, who seemed to be egging the young criminal on.

Every few minutes, at random intervals L would put a hand on the young Yagami’s abdomen for a few moments. As it happened for the umpteenth time Quillsh zoomed in on the younger male’s face. Although the youthful perpetrator had stopped batting the hand away, a violent twitch now appeared on the left doe brown eye.

This cycle continued for another hour before the lead investigator on the Kira case asked the first Kira if he would prefer his foot to his hand, to which he received a rude command to keep his ‘prehensile toes’ to himself. The old man sweat dropped and lowered the volume. That was the second time in one day L’s feet had been insulted. The first had been by Ramos, as parting words mumbled under her breath; they were ‘tus pies parecen como patas de mono’ (8) if he heard right. Quillsh pondered what she would do if he let on that he understood her. Perfectly.

Speaking of her, he looked down at the personal list she had slipped into the file. Her comments yesterday about keeping the file out of young hands now made sense. It mentioned watching the criminal’s consumption quantity, exchanging his current pant size for a larger size, acquiring looser shirts and asked this all to be done with out the lad’s notice if possible.

As the old man watched the young murder attempt to block L with a crutch and fail, he suddenly didn’t see the harm in the later part of the request. Hmm. He supposed a dash of industrial strength ultra-bleach could always find it’s way into the washer. Oh and small dryer fires can happen at any time …if need be.

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-(TUESDAY NOVEMBER 9TH)-


Raito suppressed a growl deep in his throat as the damn hand was once again on his stomach. He knew Ryuuzaki was doing this to try to piss him off and not to, so called, ‘bond’ with the thing in him. And it was working! He was three centimeters away from grabbing a discarded fork and stabbing the silver utensil into the back of the pale palm when it retreated. He took a second to calm down and try to get his interrupted thoughts back. He’d been looking at the dates before his focus had been briskly derailed. Now was it the 15th or the 22nd he’d been viewing?

Just as the moment of metal clarity was about to hit him the hand returned. Raito felt his shoulders bunch and his fingers tense. God fuck it, that was distracting! What in the blazing hell was Ryuuzaki doing? Can’t the detective see that he was trying to work here? That he was trying to catch this Kira and stop this indiscriminant killer. That he was trying to end this moral less murderer that killed for greed and did not adjust for circumstance! Tha- The auburn haired male halted. Shit. That had him sounding too much like his former, non-imprisoned, murderous self.

The adolescent pulled in his lower lip and chewed on the raspberry tinted flesh. It was still an uncomfortable thing to face his old ideals and know what he had done with them. It was even more distressing to see that his old ideals sometimes couldn’t be labeled ‘old’ and instead ‘current.’

An abrupt rubbing sensation, stimulated by the long fingered hand on his tummy, yanked the teen away from his dark contemplation. ‘It doesn’t matter now,’ he told himself, ‘so long as I catch this Kira as quickly as possible.’ Now had he been looking at the 22nd or the 29th? Again clarity was tickling the edges of his consciousness when he was put off by the hand stopping and leaving. Oh super, now he got sidetracked when the freaking thing left.

May he should take a false bathroom break. Although he hated hobbling on the crutches it would be worth it to get away from the sleuth at this point. Hmm. With any luck his ankle would be good enough by tomorrow and he could celebrate by breaking the crutches over Ryuuzaki’s head. Leaving the happy thought behind, he decided against fleeing the console. With the amount of water he drank earlier nature would be calling him soon enough.

So was it the 15th of last month or the 5th of this month he was looking at? Or was it was it- wait…. Oh crap how could they both have missed that? “Ryuuzaki-San, take a look at this.” He scooted over for the detective, whom did not seem to know about personal space. “All the resent murders that benefit Yotsuba are on Friday night or on the weekend, while the others that don’t help Yotsuba are scattered throughout the weak.”

One brisk microsecond later TWO hands were on his stomach stroking vigorously while their owner proclaimed it was good luck and just like rubbing Buddha’s belly. At that Raito resolutely threw out his plan to befriend Ryuuzaki. From now on his plan was to just tolerate the freak investigator and to not f-ing kill him!

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Blowing her nose loudly and in a very un-lady like manner the blonde model went through her fourth box of tissues. Dabbing gently at her red nose she sighed. Tomorrow would make it three solid weeks of being in confinement and Misa was sure she wouldn’t last the week. Or a month. Or six months Or a year. Maybe she wouldn’t even last another minute. To test that she waited a minute and was not sure she was happy she survived it.

Oh god, this was so much like being in the cell. Sure she could move around and see. Sure it was nice to have some old magazines and movies. Sure it was nice to have some kind of communication with her Raito-Kun. But still she was cooped up, she was still bored and she still missed her boyfriend like crazy. Plus knowing she had a dangerous disease that can take her out any day it wanted to was not helpful!

The petite female flopped down onto the couch and selected a exercise tape to watch. She didn’t think she was going to do them, not now anyway, yet maybe watching someone else be active would aid her gloomy mood. If not she might do something crazy like… like drawing on the walls. …Hmm. She might just do that anyway.

The sound of ‘and one and two, and one and two, hold two three four, and one and two, and etc.’ echoed in the motionless room; however, the azure eyed one heard none of it. She was too busy trying to figure out why people would where a shiny belt while in a leotard. The tape was over before she knew it.

Turning to where she knew one of the cameras to be she glared at it and said, “Does Ryuuzaki-San even know what he gives Misa-Misa?” She paused uselessly. “Misa-Misa thinks not.”

Shutting off the television she turned her orbs to the large triple-paned window. The weather seemed to copy her disposition, the sky being a dull and dreary gunmetal-grey. Leaning her hot forehead to the cool glass she watched the clouds go by. It was better then looking at the distant buildings and the thumb sized people that worked in them. Hmph. Ryuuzaki had still treated her like second Kira when she’d left confinement. Well actually he still to this day treated her that way. The small icon closed her eyes for a few seconds to send up a few prayers. One that her boyfriend was alright, two that she would get to see him soon and three that either he or she got a chances to cough in that jerk Ryuuzaki’s face.

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L traced the dark mask with his eyes, ignoring the twitching the eyelids above it as their owner went through a rem cycle. Bringing his left hand up, as his right hand was taken up by Raito-Kun’s strange sleeping ritual, his long digits stopped a hair’s width away from the deeper toned skin. This close it was easy to feel the heat that radiated off the child.

‘It is like a collar,’ the ink haired man mused, ‘so long as it is on Raito-Kun can’t leave.’ And it was he that put this proverbial ‘collar’ on the boy, so did that make him his?

L strayed away from the unbalanced thought and shifted his mind to saner matters. The brat had been right to say his actions were distracting, they were meant to be. The sleuth was no longer sure about having the young Yagami on the case. This case was the most dangerous case of his career; it wasn’t safe to have his baby and friend anywhere near it. Yet this damnably stubborn kid seemed hell bent on catching this third Kira. Whether this was in order to help the teen’s proposal or some self-imposed crusade, the pale male could not yet say. Whichever the reason the auburn haired one would likely still fight him tooth and nail if he decided to pull the other from the investigation. Still, for now, that choice was for another day.

Retracting his hand from the softly glowing flesh the detective moved to get comfortable. Placing his palm to the relatively flat belly was loosing it’s shock value thus ending it’s purpose for the time being. If he wanted to stifle Raito-Kun’s willingness to work on the case with him the investigator would have to go to different measures.

L smirked. All seriousness aside it had been really fun to tick the gaki off. Especially now that he had learned to read the rate of the twitching his captive had developed. One to three twitches of the left eye meant irked, four to six strongly annoyed, seven to ten were angry, eleven or more, well that was where the fun began at freaking pissed off!

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-(FRIDAY NOVEMBER 12TH)-


Quillsh watched slightly unnerved as the situation in the common room escalated.

“You’re pregnant,” came solidly from his ex-turned-re-charge.

“Be quiet,” groused the young murderer.

To which was followed by a whispered, “You’re Pregnant.”

“Stop that,” was the immediate command that went with two twitches.

“Pregnant.” A smirk appeared.

“Stop saying that word.” Four eye twitches.

“Preeegnaaant.” The singsong pitch stood out drastically from the usual monotone.

“Shut up.” Seven rapid twitches in quick succession.

“Preggy. Preggo. Preggers.” A half goofy, half dopey smile was exchanged for the smirk.

“Shut up!” Ten twitches.

“Expecting. With child. Knocked up. Bun in the oven.” Glee began to shine in the space black orbs.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I DECIDE TO DISMEMBER YOU!!!” Yelled the continuously twitching Kira.

Very seriously L said, “Yagami-Kun should not get so upset, it is not good for the baby.”

Disbelief flashes on the masked face for all of one second before the anger renews, “You Ass! You just made me mad on purpose! I don’t need to be reminded!”

“Yagami-Kun has no reason to be angry as he has a 97% chance of being a MILF after this.” Of this the detective sounds all too happy about.

Twitching died and there is a long silence prior to; “…Please stop talking to me.”

Quillsh turned the volume down. The old man couldn’t help but think L was picking on the Yagami lad. He hoped they could make it to the appointment in one piece.

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Ramos paid no consideration to the vermin as it meander in and slunk into one of her chairs, feet first. It was her Little Miracle Case that had her onyx eyes glued to him. He was walking quite well and looking every debonair as he always did, despite the loose clothes. Mentally she applauded Walter for fixing the problem so fast. Smiling easily she said, “That a nice shirt Tatsuya-Kun, is it new?”

Raito only nodded, kept his expression neutral and did not give into the urge to turn and glare at Ryuuzaki’s incompetent assistant. The old man had ruined his and the detective’s clothes. Well mainly his and a few of the other’s blue jeans were demolished by industrial strength ultra-bleach. (Who knew that’s what it took to keep the slovenly eater in white? The teen swore he saw a hole in one of his used-to-be-black shirts.) Then the fool had replaced them with clothes that were too large and of course the white haired man had shown favoritism by exchanged only Ryuuzaki’s clothes! Arh! It was just one more annoyance he did not need, really the infuriating investigator was enough!

Raito-Kun didn’t have to glare at Mr. Wammy, L did it for him though subtly and briefly. These new baggy pants did not hug the boy’s bum as his old ones did and the longer, looser shirts hid all the lovely curves of the adolescent’s frame he become accustom to seeing.

Quillsh was not bothered by the look and smoothly gave the file to the Doctor to let her review. She sorted quickly through it but with her gaze he could tell when she found his note back to her.

Internally the braided woman frowned at what she saw. She had been right Raito-Kun was purposefully not eating enough, though how the older gentleman had managed to get not only a list of every thing her patient ate but a gram weight and calorie value on it all she did not know. Still this was extremely helpful and she made up her mind to talk with the youth about this. “Let’s start with a weight check, shall we?”

Raito grimaced, that was not something he wanted to know. So far he’d doing okay to not balloon up but that didn’t mean he was thrilled to know how much over weight he was. Actually with each gram he got further away from his old weight standards he set for himself the more that nagging pain in the back of his mind hurt. After changing into the provided hospital gown, which was a damn dress as far as he was concerned, he stepping on the scale. …Oh dammit.

Yes, she would definitely be talking to Raito-Kun about this. He was back at the initial weight she’d met him at but no more. Crud. “Please have seat Tatsuya-Kun we need to talk.” In spite of what she said she barely waited for her Little Miracle Case to sit. “You are under weight for this stage of development. You need to eat more or this fetus is going to start eating you.” All the males in the room gave her varying degrees of strange looks. She sigh, well at least she had their attention. “The fetus wants nourishment which will come from your body. Your body has no natural way to expel, to starve or otherwise reject the fetus’ demand to be nourished. If you don’t feed yourself, all the things that you need to stay alive, like fatty acids, proteins, fats and etc. will go to the fetus and at some point your body will start eating itself, like your muscles and necessary fat reserves, to feed the fetus.” There she said it, maybe overly so but whatever got threw that thick skull.

In the silence that followed the doctor’s spiel was uncomfortable, and promptly busted by L. “Do not call my baby a fetus.” He found it offensive the way she said the word.

To intent on Raito-Kun’s reaction Rosa didn’t hold her tongue to reply: “I never call a fetus a baby until after he or she is born, fed, named and on their way home.” It was a mistake she’d learned with her Little Miracle Case. If she called a fetus a baby from the beginning she would start to care for the baby and caring got her hurt. Well caring for a newborn before he or she was out of the danger zone got her hurt so she hadn’t done it since.

“It’s like a parasite.” Raito murmured as he digested the words. A growing sense of horror built in him. Holy fuck this thing was going to eat him from the inside out. Oh god, oh god oh g-

“The fetus is not a parasite,” she asserted as the rate of the youth’s inhalation had spiked. Maybe she had gone a little overboard. “You just need to eat more, take care of yourself, last a few months and this will all be over.” She lied because the work starts from after the fetus is born yet Raito did not need to hear that now. Locking her eyes on the still fluster chocolate one she began to speak. “This is the twenty-third week and the fetus’ pancreas is already producing insulin to get ready for a good amount of bulking up. From now on the demand for nutrients will be that much harder for your body to fulfill, especially if you’re not eating enough.” Thinking back to the issues her teenaged mothers-to-be brought up she added; “If it’s the fat you’re worried about, well that can and will come off after all this is over.”

L was glad to see the child calm down at that and silently vowed to monitor Raito-Kun’s eating as well. It would be strange watching what other people eat for once in his life but it was necessary. He was quiet pleased with the physician’s little speech, right up until she turned to face him and supplied an additional option. At her ‘or you could just avoid all of this with an abortion’ what NOT appreciated. He glared murderously at her. How fucking dare that bitch suggest scraping his baby!! “There will not be an abortion of my child.” L gritted out through clenched teeth. Fuck. He’d dearly love to kick her right now.

“Was that all you wanted to go over this visit.” Quillsh interrupted, having become established to the peacekeeper role. Via years of working with L he could see the stiff tension in the pale detective return under control. Yet good heaven, he’d never seen his charge get enraged so swiftly in all the time he’d known the young man.

Ay! If she thought the perched man was scary before now she found him terrifying. And all he was doing was looking at her! Again nasty memories resurfaced and she shuddered. Then once Walter had intervened she could not have been more relieved. Slowly Rosa felt her bp return to normal. Dios mio, that was worse then facing a murderer; that had to be like facing a serial killer. Switching back to her Little Miracle Case continued with a faux nonchalance, “I thought that would be the case so I’ve prepared a test I believe would be most helpful.”

Raito did not like it when her face expressly turned apologetic. His dislike deepen as the woman said the words ‘painful,’ ‘needle,’ ‘amniotic fluid,’ ‘shot,’ and ‘sore.’ Though somehow he found himself on his back, hospital dress hiked up to his ribs and boxers very low on his hips. He did an alright job of blocking out the cool gel and the pediatrician’s ultrasound search to find a safe area. The topical numbing cream and mild pain pills were accepted easily so it wasn’t until he saw the needle that he began to freak in the inside.

L was more than a bit worried when he saw the needle length. “Is that cream strong enough? Can’t you give him something else?”

Startled that the vermin was the one to ask she replied evenly, “The topical cream couldn’t numb that far in and the pills are not area specific. Anything short of a epidural (9) won’t block the pain but they will reduce it, especially the soreness afterwards.” Glancing to Raito-Kun she saw he was tense. The longer she waited the worse he would get. “I’ll start now. Remember to breathe deep.”

As the needle sunk in L split his focus on two things. One, out of morbid fascination, was the impaling metal and the slow filling of the hypodermic syringe. The second was Raito-Kun’s pained face. The doe brown eyes were shut tight, the jaw tense, the skin pale and the breathing erratic through clenched teeth. On autopilot his thumb came up and became a chew toy substitute.

Raito nearly hissed as the fucking thing was pulled out. Shit! That hurt just as much! Thankfully it was over soon and all that was left was a not-so-dull throb of pain. Gently his stomach was clean and it was all a blur after that, yet somehow he made it out of the room and into the car.

As she watched her Little Miracle Case slowly walk away she could not help but feel guilty about her actions. Yet this was the only way! She had already done a Multiple Marker Screening (10) on Raito-Kun’s blood and it had shown her nothing she could use. A Chorionic Villus Sampling (11) had been out of the question from the beginning, the young male didn’t have a cervix and if she was going to go for a shot to the belly why not just go for amniocentesis (12)? Plus she generally didn’t approve of them so late in a pregnancy. Yes this had been the best way to go, even if this were later in the term then she would have liked.

Mind made up she left for the hospital labs. Hopefully in a two to three weeks this would tell her positive results. Like positive for an alpha-fetoproteins, Tay-Saches disease, sickle-cell anemia, cystic fibrorsis, trisomy or monosomy and etc. (13) that may get the vermin to change his mind on this pregnancy. Really this amniotic fluid was her last hope, Raito-Kun was already A Rh positive (14) and this could tell her more than the multiple marker screening. Actually this was more like Raito-Kun’s last hope.

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‘My body is not mine’ he thought for the hundredth time since sitting in the car. It had just never really clicked that he would have to give up the rights to his own body to continue this… state. Moreover he would have to continue. He had been almost frightened himself when he’d seen Ryuuzaki’s homicidal glare at the physician. Yes getting rid of this thing in him through surgical means before it was time was not an option his captor would allow. And he certainly didn’t have any natural means to evict it, thus he was stuck with the thing.

Large eyes looked at hollow, cocoa orbs but even as they moved from side to side in thought they didn’t seem to notice him. L was not surprised, the vixen was still vainest person he’d ever come across and the idea of putting on more weight would not sit well this him. Yet the brat also had a strong survival instinct, which above all did not tolerate opportunities lost. So it would be vanity and pride verses acceptance and survival. The sleuth already knew which would win but he wondered how long the teen would drag out the melodrama.

On the other hand this thing was his ticket out the door and to a new life. A mundane one yes, though a life none-the-less. Sighing he adjusted the picture he had of his future for the next few months and kept walking toward his goal. Set a goal and achieve it, it was the rhythm of his being and so far one of the few things that hadn’t changed in his current life. Trying to settle into what should have been the end of an internal argument Raito found he couldn’t. The nagging feeling of not owning his own body bothered him.

When the chocolate gaze abruptly took a nosedive in to near empty L wondered what had just gone through the tinkering mind. Then Raito-Kun’s shoulder was coming near and the wide eyes zoomed in on it. The pale man came close to jerking when another shoulder met his. He’d seen it coming, seen it sliding that short distance apart and he hadn’t moved to avoid it. However he still couldn’t say that the actual contact was expected. He’d thought the gaki would stop just before they touched. Glancing back to the boy L realized that he was the only one who noticed.

He tried to dismiss the matter and convince himself it didn’t matter but it did! This was his body! Matters don’t get more personal than when they effect the body! This his body and if it was going to be handled by someone else other than him Raito usually had a say in the issue! With previous partners, whether in a make out session or sex, there had always been the option of saying ‘no.’ More to it, there had always been a means of enforcing a ‘no’ so it kind of took the rug out from under him to not have that. This thing was inside him, living off him and continuously present with him; intimacy didn’t really get any deeper than that. And he couldn’t say ‘no,’ …well not without some serious repercussions to himself. Thinking back to earlier, then more than ever had Ryuuzaki proven he wanted the parasite, the auburn haired one changed ‘serious’ to ‘extremely serious.’ Though for what and why he did not know or care. That was besides the point, he was still flabbergasted that his body, the only one he’d had all his life was not solely his anymore.

Surely the murderer wasn’t this torn up by adding a few lbs. About to test the theory L had a fat joke on the tip of his tongue when they arrived and Raito-Kun shook himself out of the still state into something equally somber. For a split second L missed the freakishly perky, peppy-Raito-Kun, at least that brat smiled!

Simply because his eyes were old, did not mean they missed the happenings of backseat. Quillsh hope it would pass shortly.

As they waited for the lift L saw the gaki wasn’t cheering up. Better anger than sad right? “Yagami-Kun?”

Taken out of the silence and his thoughts Raito just ‘Hm?’ back.

The metal doors opened.

‘Oh bother,’ Quillsh thought, ‘here it comes.’ They all stepped in.

The door started to close.

“Would you prefer to be called Wide-Load or Thunder-Thighs when you’re fat?”

Two hands were on the detective’s back and shoved him out just as the doors closed.

Jamming his fingers into the door close button and to the correct floor, Raito scowled. Without turning to the old man beside him he announced; “He can take the next one up.”

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-(MONDAY NOVEMBER 15TH)-

Raito outwardly was the epitome of indifference as he deleted yet another message again without reading it. As the first one he had gotten on Saturday had read:

-Yo mama so fat she has to iron her clothes in the driveway.
-Yo mama so fat that when she was born, she gave the hospital stretch marks.
-Yo mama so fat the only pictures you have of her are satellite pictures.
-Yo mama so fat that when she sits on the beach, Greenpeace shows up and tries to tow her back into the ocean.....
-Yo mama so fat when she bungee jumps, she brings down the bridge too.
-Yo mama so fat when she steps on a scale it reads, "One at a time, please".
-Yo mama so fat people jog around her for exercise.
-Yo mama so fat when she was floating in the ocean Spain claimed her for the new world.

Raito believed he was in the right not to read any messages sent by the Bastard thereafter. Not wasting a second more he returned to work.

L sighed as another one of his blank messages was rejected. After the first four had been turned down he’d just been sending blanks though now Raito-Kun seemed immune to them. He would have to think of something else. But it was tricky, the gaki had a lot of pride in his looks and it wouldn’t do to be flat out mean. He just had to drive the kid crazy.

Preferably the sooner the better as the trend his perp found was a quiet good one. Assuming that third Kira was a Yotsuba employee and not hired out by the company, if was just a matter of finding that worker. (An assumption that was as good as fact as L refused to believe third Kira was found first by someone not Raito-Kun or himself.) That means it was just shrinking the list of the 300, 000 staff. Corresponding this to the local deaths of Japanese criminals made known in local papers and this weekend greed-kill schedule confirmed third Kira permanently here in Japan. Then cross referencing that to over five months lack of travel for this very international business and then analyzing who in the large corporation had access to well kept competitor companies’ secrets. That left just 300 on the list and some six different buildings.

While he should have been ecstatic about this he wasn’t. While he should have been contacting Merrie Kenwood a.k.a.Wedy and possibly Thierry Morello a.k.a. Aiber, he wasn’t. While he should have been looking for away to antagonize third Kira into action by thinking L could still go after him without political and police support, he wasn’t. While he should be throwing himself into finding the greedy-murderer as fast as possible he wasn’t. While he should compete and jockey to surpass the adolescent in this hunt for the corporate-killer, he wasn’t.

Instead what he was doing trying to get the annoyingly dedicated Yagami from the case. Or at least less involved; to the point of zero contract with a potentially present shinigami. Oh sure he could just lock the ox headed male but he couldn’t picture a more stressful situation of someone like Raito-Kun. The investigator sighed, reached for another cookie and came up short. Empty. Damn. Rising and turning to the working away teen he suggested, “Yagami-Kun should stop and eat something.”

Noting the cleared plate before the sleuth Raito barely held back from rolling his eyes. “I’m not hungry right n-”[Stomach Growl] Raito felt his face heat in embarrassment. Betrayed by his body yet again! Dammit, why now? He didn't need to look at the detective to know that goofy-ass-grin was now on the pale face. Frick, he could almost feel it burning a smile shaped mark into the back of his neck.

L, with an all too pleased expression, asked; “What was it you were saying Yagami-Kun? I couldn’t seem to catch that last part over the sound of your stomach.”

Raito very much wanted to juvenilely yell ‘shut up!’ but instead with as much dignity and grace as he can muster he silently gets up and walks to the kitchen with his nose in the air. Deliberately he does not wait for the ebony haired man.

L can't imagine his softly chuckling is helping the brat maintain the façade yet that doesn't stop him. He trailed after the stuck-up gaki. As he gets to the kitchen he sees the doe brown eyed one take out a mixed bowl of chopped peaches, pitted cherries and sliced red onion, made by Mr. Wammy. "Put that back," he ordered then explained, "It makes your breath smell."

Raito ignored the hunched male and made a mental a memo to ask Watari to add more onion next time. Grabbing a fork he settled down in the mid sized table; hoping the other would head back out to the common room. No such luck. He ignored the pest as best he could.

"How can Yagami-Kun eat that?" L inquired as he sat across from the kid with a think slice of strawberry cake on his plate.

The left eye twitched once. Like the detective was anyone to judge another person's eating habits.

Not liking being ignored he pressed on. "Are the pregnancy cravings that strong?"

Three left eye twitches. Raito mentally snorted as if he would stoop to a freaking 'pregnancy craving.'

Bingo! The little spasm had happened on the word 'craving.' Continuing he questioned, "Would Yagami-Kun like some lemonade and chips to round out this craving?" The fork stopped half way to the plush salmon lips.

Seeing that Ryuuzaki was not giving up, Raito relented, "It's not a pregnancy craving. I've eaten this all my life. I simply like it. So do my mother, my sister and my grandmother did when she was alive."

L blinked and smile. "So it's a pregnancy craving pasted down by your grandmother."

"…" Raito vowed to completely ignore the bastard.

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1.) Fear of sharp objects such as needles.
2.) Concert of Aranjuez by Joaquin Rodrigo is real, look it up on youtube if you want.
3.) Literally: the Devil.
4.) Medical zebra refers to that one out of ninety-nine case you see where it isn’t something common.
5.) Literally: God of mine, but means the same as the English ‘oh my God.’
6.) Literally: swallow me earth, please, but is an expression of embarrassment or mortification. Like the situation is just too much for you, thus making you wish the earth would open up as swallow you and close back up again so you wouldn’t have to be where you are.
7.) Original quote: Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned. Personally I think the fury that comes from being scorned is genderless.
8.) Literally: Your feet seem like paws of a monkey a.k.a. Your feet look like monkey feet. Note patas can be read as legs but it is in reference to animal paws.
9.) A local anesthetic injected between the outer membrane over the spine and the bones. Used to numb portions of the body at and below the injection site.
10.) A.K.A. triple screen or quadruple screen. A blood test that tests for certain chemical presents associated with birth defects. Usually done between 15 and 20 weeks along.
11.) A.K.A. CVS in normally done between 10 to 12 weeks along. This test takes a sample of the placenta via the cervix or a needle inserted into the abdomen. Carries the risk of a miscarriage.
12.) A procedure usually done between the 15th to 20th weeks of pregnancy, yet that can be done late in a pregnancy. To collect 1 to 3 tablespoons of amniotic fluid a needle is inserted through the abdomen and womb. From the amniotic fluid a culture will be grown to determine health, sex and genetic wellbeing of the fetus. Carries several risks, like miscarriages, infection and fetal injury. (None of which will happen in this story.)
13.) All things that can be determined from amniocentesis.
14.) Rhesus D antigen or Rh factor. Heres the simple version; If a person is pregnant, Rh negative and has a Rh positive fetus then the baby might be attacked by the expectant person’s antibodies. There is a shot that can be give to help if that is the case. If the pregnant person is Rh positive then there is no problem. Even if the baby is Rh negative the knocked-up person’s body just won’t recognize the fetus’ negative state.

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AN: If you made it to here: Congrats! Oh and I’m so sorry for updating so late. I’ve had this chapter done for a while now (since Jan. 7, 08) … But there are so many different ways I can take this story from here I’m kinda stuck. (Make that very stuck.) I am really reluctant to add this chapter as I am not sure where it will go in the future. But my roommate... suggested to not be mean and update.(My ears are still ringing.) ::Sighs loudly:: In any case I want to warn you now that this chapter might be re-done if I do decide to change something or if, by the graces of the muses, I get a firm story line. ::Puts on Raito-Chan’s sad eyes:: It would really help me to have some descriptive feedback. Please comment on the characters and their interactions. I would love your point of view.

So beyond that ciao for now!

P.S. I have but one request for all who review. I beg you to never ever write: “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…(Continuously).. Etc.” It just bothers me. ::Left eye twitches five times:: Besides that I welcome reviews and flames alike.