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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 10: Losing Time
The first thing the limo driver said was, "Where to?"
Misa hissed, "Just get away from the crowd. Drive wherever you want until I figure out where to go."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Misa got out her cellphone and was on it for quite some time, obviously talking to various hotels, and specifically asking about their privacy policies, about how long they would allow a room to not be entered at all, even by the cleaning staff. Finally, she seemed to hear a satisfactory answer, and told the driver, "Go to Daikichi Hotel."
Meanwhile, L was trying to keep from having an emotional meltdown. Had it really been only two weeks? It felt like months. Being free was extremely nice and extremely terrifying at the same time. An exhilarated adrenaline surge was moving through his system, and yet the horror he felt about those restraints had never been worse. He had an urge to simply run for it. Now was a possibility.
He could run and leave Misa behind, or neutralize her somehow, either knocking her unconscious or killing her. The first option would probably mean his death within minutes of escape. He was sure Misa had a scrap of death note paper concealed on her person somewhere. The other option, taking out Misa first and then running, would lead to Rem killing him as soon as she realized Misa was missing. Maybe it would give him a few hours. Could he solve the case that quickly? Would it be worth it if he couldn't solve it, to die with freedom and dignity?
L was having such trouble thinking. He knew, knew that his captivity had impaired his functioning both mentally and emotionally. He did not trust his own plans. He'd messed up at the hotel, by not anticipating that Nishimura might decide to get another bribe from the paparazzi. L felt terribly inadequate. Dirty, stupid and inadequate. He was looking everywhere, gazing in abject fascination at the sky, trees and buildings whizzing by. He examined the interior of the car. He looked at everything except her.
His fingers itched to stack something, or to line up things in little rows, but no suitable objects were present. He desperately craved candy. In the back of his mind his restraints were lurking, the straightjacket and, most of all, that cursed metal frame. It was a creeping horror he tried to push back, to not think about.
How had Misa lasted so long? Sure, he'd let her loose for bathroom breaks and occasional baths, and he'd allowed her to be horizontal at night, but she was letting him free a lot more than he ever did for her, and it was still a torture. Every day he feared it more, the immobilization, the cramps and the weakness and the trying to shift around so that parts wouldn't go numb.
Misa suddenly said, "I'm pregnant."
L wasn't shocked by the admission, but he didn't know what to say, what to believe. She wanted to torture him psychologically, so perhaps it was a lie. If she was planning to kill him on schedule, a lie was potentially just as damaging as an actual pregnancy, because he'd never know one way or another.
He figured he should look at her, so he did so. Her face was worn out and smug at the same time. L did not like looking at her, at the face of his torturer, perhaps his murderer, but he knew this was a time when he needed to play the role of a concerned lover. He still couldn't think of what to say, so he put a tender look on his face, slowly drew close, and then kissed her, stroking her shoulders and back.
Misa was somewhat stiff in his arms at first, but then she started pressing into him, feeling warm and wonderful, responding eagerly to his lips. He drew back and looked at her again, examining her features. Her model's face, that concealed so much evil, her dyed-blonde hair without a single root showing, her big eyes that were sometimes brown, but were now baby-blue from contacts. She looked very young, and very prettied up, a painted doll rather than a real person.
Everything about her appearance had been carefully designed and calculated to please, unlike his own appearance. She looked so cheap, and he longed for the blindfold, but he knew that people who loved each other did look at each other's faces, so he continued gazing directly into her eyes, his tender-and-confused expression deliberately plastered across his face.
Suddenly, Misa looked very hungry, lustful. It was a terrifying expression. Somehow, L had the feeling that this was how her face must look while she tortured him. She pushed a button and a little wall began ascending, cutting off the driver. Before it blocked out all sight and sound from the driver, Misa said, "If you reach your destination before we are done, let us finish."
Misa advanced on L and pushed him down horizontally, lying on the seat.
She said, "Don't look at me," and covered up his eyes with one hand.
They understood each other. He was thoroughly sickened by how much this was turning him on. He wanted her. No, he didn't want her, he wanted it. Sex. He was separating the physical act from Misa in his mind. As far as L's mind was concerned, their encounters were disembodied, disjointed affairs. He used intense fantasies almost every time to create some distance between him and her, to enjoy the physical sensations without thinking too much about the person who was causing those sensations.
But, thoughts of Misa did creep in from time to time during the act, and they weren't always distasteful. He was getting used to it, used to being her sex object. Something about it made him feel tender toward her, but it also made him feel numb, worthless. His opinion didn't matter, only Misa's will. Slowly but surely, she was beginning to key his sexual responses to her own sick habits. L hoped the process was reversible. If he survived, he didn't want to desire this style of relationship with other women, with blindfolds, bondage and torture.
Misa shoved him vigorously, almost violently, and flipped up his skirt. L could tell there was no chance of him being on top; her body language was extremely dominant as she continued to cover his eyes and lowered herself onto his waiting erection. Then she was fucking him hard and fast, almost scary in her intensity. Even her panting sounded angry. L tried to hold himself in, tried not to come too soon, but the speed she was using was driving his state of arousal higher very quickly.
He desperately searched out her clitoris, massaging it delicately in a circular pattern. Her angry pants turned into desperate breathy little pant-screams, and her thrusting became a bit erratic, which helped L keep the gathering electricity in his groin from spilling over, helped him keep it barely under control. But, he was nearly shuddering from pleasure, so close, so very close. Every slightest movement in her now-erratic thrusts drove him closer and closer to that white-hot intensity of pleasure, the pressure gathering and building inside him. His thumb busily circled her clitoris, pressing the little nub from every side. It was so hard and erect.
Then, Misa let out an angry snarl and plunged completely onto him, her internal walls rippling and clenching rhythmically. It was too much to take, and L released a few seconds later, each spurt of cum feeling hot and intense, as if he were shooting lava into her in regular bursts. He let out a desperate, husky cry as he pressed his hips upward, continuing to unload and shake until he'd poured everything into her, and then he could only lie there, limp, exhausted and ashamed. More and more, shame and sex seemed linked in his mind.
He felt terribly dirty. He was a vile creature. No, not even a creature, a thing. He was just a penis and balls that she was using for... what? If she really was pregnant, then she didn't need to have sex with him any more. Was this act proof that Misa was lying about being pregnant, or did it mean that his efforts to forge a bond with her were starting to succeed? Either one would be good news, but the latter possibility was a more hopeful one. If that were true, L had a much greater chance of surviving.
He let her continue to cover his eyes, and cuddled with her tenderly, imitating the little sighs and caresses that he hoped would cause the bond to grow, to make her believe in him, or at least hesitate to kill. Then Misa roughly pushed him away and into a sitting position, saying, "Clean yourself up."
She did not sound happy. She sounded extremely angry. With her hand gone from his eyes, he quickly was able to get some tissues from a little cabinet built into the back of the seats in front of him. He cleaned himself diligently and then saw Misa draw out a folded piece of paper from within her purse.
Misa said, "All those people are going to die. I'll force them to destroy all copies of that photo and make them give me all the information about the incident, so I can kill anyone else they sent the photo to or told anything to."
L thought fast. If Misa did that, not only would it be a tremendous slaughter, it would also likely bring to light his own deception, and then she'd likely kill him.
L said, "Misa, that would create suspicion. If everyone involved in the incident died, that would create a much bigger story than the one circulating now and it would only convince more people of its truth, and additionally it would make people think of Kira. Besides, even if you could remember the name of every person you saw there today, the information has probably traveled too far for any amount of killing to destroy it. Let me use my detective abilities to stop the story."
Misa folded her arms in front of her and put on a cute little pout. "No. I can't let you be loose and have access to things. There's no telling what secret plan you might launch."
L said, "Misa, if you are determined to kill, a precise strike is better. Pick a major figure who had the photo, such as that journalist who stepped in front of us, and control him to say that he's been faking photos and making up stories, and then have him die twenty-three days later from an unsuspicious cause. It won't stop the story completely, but it will throw a lot of doubt on it and that way you won't create additional problems."
Misa looked thoughtful. Then she said, "You really are smart. Sometimes I had my doubts, with the way you're so weird."
Misa grinned, a murderer's grin, but L felt like they had somehow shared a moment, a kind of semi-friendship forming gradually between them. And, he did feel good about reducing the death count to just one person.
L told Misa what to write, and she wrote down a very precise death for the journalist that should totally destroy the guy's career and squelch the Misa-likes-bondage story as much as possible without betraying L's secret. Misa thought about making another journalist or two do the same thing, but L explained to her that just one was enough, and overdoing it would only make people wonder about what else was going on.
Then Misa said, "Well, I've been very good, so I do deserve one revenge death. I'm sure I know who took that photo. Mariko Yamamoto was the only one fiddling with her cellphone in that room, and she was standing in the right place for the angle the photo shows."
L said, "Please, Misa. Please don't kill more innocent people. Just criminals."
Misa's face curled into an ugly snarl. "L, Mariko isn't innocent! She's scum! She took a sexual photo in a private hotel room and gave it to who knows how many journalists. These sorts of people are always harassing celebrities, and the world doesn't care unless someone gets killed, because the whole world lusts after the photos. It isn't right!"
"I'm sorry, Misa. I spoke without thinking."
"If it wasn't for your perverted idea of justice, you wouldn't be in this situation. You could have just sat back and let Kira do all the work catching criminals, but you couldn't do it, could you? You know, I think I might just spend my time on the Internet tonight researching paparazzi and clean out all that scum. I'll make it clear Kira considers them criminals too. Then the surviving ones will think about what they do."
L said nothing. This would always be a big issue between them. Even if he pretended to agree with her about the Kira murders, he'd have to switch his opinion in a realistic way, which probably meant gradually. Misa knew that he'd risked his life over and over again just to catch Kira, so suddenly saying that Kira's methods were now fine wouldn't be believable.
And the way Misa talked about it in such an uninformed manner made L want to strangle her. She was speaking as if she thought a justice system for catching criminals didn't already exist, as if she thought Kira could replace all the police and as if harassment should receive the death penalty. L didn't agree with Kira's methods in any way, but he was sure Misa's version of Kira was bad news.
Light would have done a better job, at least until the true effects of his obvious megalomania caught up to him, which would probably have taken years. Misa was already quite crazy, her intelligence wasn't up to Light's level, and, worst of all, she was uninformed. It was clear her rule as Kira would be haphazard and full of mistakes.
L briefly entertained a fantasy of, if both of them lived a long time, attempting to guide Misa and educate her, to push her to gradually become a better variety of Kira or to give it up entirely. The fantasy was both attractive and repulsive. L shuddered. He truly hoped he wouldn't remain together with Misa that long. He needed to get her away from him before her poison contaminated too much of his soul.
When they reached Daikichi Hotel, L had another tremendously strong urge to simply run for it the moment he stepped out of the limo. Freedom was so close, and if Misa didn't have a god of death on her side, it could be so easily obtained. He lingered on the sidewalk, looking at the sky in particular, wondering if he were seeing it for the very last time. Misa had to pull at his elbow to move him, and then he obediently followed her along, even though every instinct he had was screaming at him to run, to simply run for it.
L wondered if he were making the right decision. Maybe the act of fleeing itself would unearth some useable clue. He'd often done similar tests with Light, though not anything quite this dangerous. He'd often tried things, especially unexpected illogical acts or statements, just to see how Light would respond. The trouble with running was that he had no particular reason to think it would work, and if it didn't work, he'd die very quickly. Still, it was a very attractive option, and discarding it made L feel positively sick as he let Misa put him in a straightjacket and blindfold and shackles once again.
L tried to wander off in the direction of the bed, but Misa pulled him in a different direction and strapped him into that horrid metal frame, and then she tortured him, with bees this time, until the tears were running down his face and he begged her for mercy just the way she liked.
Then, things were back to normal, back to the same pattern Misa had established at the previous hotel. Even the sex was at the same frequency. Did she truly have a sex drive that strong, or was she still attempting to get pregnant? L felt as if he hadn't made any progress. Misa would be caught, but what would happen to him? Would he die? L managed to get Ryuk alone a few more times and pleaded for Ryuk to tell him the secret before Light died. Because, after, Rem would most likely be attached to Misa, and then L would no longer have the option of subduing Misa and fleeing and having a few hours to launch a plan before Rem found out.
Ryuk just gave L that same monologue about how he wasn't really on anyone's side, and how he loved to see geniuses at the level of L and Light get themselves out of tough situations. The tougher, the more entertaining. L hated Ryuk with an extreme passion, and he hated Misa, as he counted down the days to Light's death. Once Light died, the best plan would switch to making a deal with Rem, but L would only have a few days to pull that off before the critical 27-day mark, which was the earliest time Misa might write down his name.
L might have longer, if Misa decided to think about it, but L was sure Watari wouldn't have any more time than that. Misa would certainly kill him. That is, if she was even telling the truth about keeping him alive. L half-suspected that Misa was using psychological torture again, giving L false hope and then taking it away. Perhaps Misa would suddenly reveal that Watari had been dead all along.
Then, before L was even slightly ready for it, the day of Light's death suddenly arrived.
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