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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 11: Light Yagami
In the days leading up to Light's death, L had pleaded with Misa to simply put Light in a room with poison that would induce a painless death. He even gave Misa the names of a number of such poisons and directions for how to obtain them. Misa would never discuss the topic. She always just told him, "You'll see what happens."
So, on the day of Light's death, L was extremely jittery. He didn't feel like eating much, and when Misa had sex with him before Light arrived, he almost didn't have an orgasm. Misa had to work on him for a long time until he finally released, and then it was a sad, bitter climax, easily the worst he'd ever had.
Misa was eerily silent that day, saying almost nothing. Finally, she came into his room and took off his blindfold, then retreated a short distance and composed herself in order to make a little speech. She was holding the death note L recognized from headquarters, the one with the fake rules written inside. His attention was almost abnormally focused on it. It was there, right in her hands, one of the two death notes he knew to exist among humans. He had a desperate urge to escape right then, snatch it from her, and burn it. But Rem was hovering right behind Misa, and L knew it was a horrible plan, if for no other reason than the existence of a second death note in some unknown place.
Misa said, "I'm not going to watch or listen. You'll have to see everything. You'll see what you've done, the horrible murderer you really are. I'll be holding Light's death note when he dies, so ownership goes to me and not to you for killing him. Isn't that right, Rem?"
Rem said, "Yes, that's how it works."
Then Misa left and wheeled in Light, strapped into a metal frame just like L's own, wearing a straightjacket and gagged with a cloth. She set it up so the two men were facing each other from only a short distance away. Light's eyes were extremely dilated, his face looked odd, and he struggled constantly within his bonds.
L said, "Misa, please reconsider. I don't think this is what Light wants. Knock him out and let him die cleanly."
Misa replied, "This is a clean death. There's no way he can commit suicide like this; he can't even bite off his tongue because of the gag. If you make the written death impossible, it defaults to a heart attack. I've given Light lots of drugs so he shouldn't feel much pain from the heart attack."
Misa began walking out of the room and L screamed out, "No! Misa, you've underestimated Light. Don't let him die like this! He'll do something!"
But Misa closed the door and was gone. Rem was about to phase through the door when L said, "Rem, Misa will regret this. Please convince her otherwise."
Rem said, "He'll be dead in five minutes, and Misa doesn't listen to my advice. I'd rather not watch either."
With that, Rem was gone, and L was left alone, staring at Light from a short distance away. Ryuk came through the wall then and said, "Hey, Light, I bet you didn't think it would end like this. Well, I have to see you die, so I'll be here until the end. We had some great fun, didn't we?"
Just then, Light spit and the cloth gag came out, showing where he'd bitten through it. His eyes were bloodshot and insane. He said, "It was tremendous fun, Ryuk."
L screamed, "Misa! He'll bite his tongue! Misa, help him!"
But, it was too late. Light stuck his tongue out, and his jaws closed on it hard with a sick, wet tearing sound, and then the tongue was slithering down his chest and plopped onto the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind, so bright red, incredibly bright. Light's eyes were staring into L, boring into him with incredible force, and then L screamed.
Blood was quickly dribbling out of Light's mouth and running down his chin, but he made a tremendous inhalation and the blood right around his lips reversed direction and was sucked into his mouth, followed shortly after by a wet, gurgling sound that made all the hairs on L's back and neck stand on end. Light was inhaling the blood into his lungs to drown himself in case he couldn't die from the blood loss alone.
Then a really awful look came onto Light's face and he suddenly threw up. Only a bit of it escaped his mouth before he closed his lips, forcing the vomit into his lungs, a small amount dribbling out Light's nostrils in a constant runny brown stream, punctuated by small chunks.
Suddenly, Light's eyes looked regretful instead of crazy, regretful and very frightened. He opened his mouth and made a wet wheeze, his jaw and throat going through motions as if he were trying to cough, but instead of a cough bubbles came up through the pink-brown mix of vomit and blood. The bubbles were bright red, as if purely made of the blood, and they came out of his mouth accompanied by moist shuddering sounds, slowly popping and turning into a frothy foam that oozed in a mass down his chin to reach his chest and spread out.
Then Light let out a strange inhuman gasping cry, something that sounded like it would have been a scream if his lungs hadn't been mostly full of fluid, and a great rush of red bubbles came out of his mouth at once. Light's eyes were so frightened now, fear at a fever pitch, fear beyond all reason. They were burning their way into L's soul.
And that is when L realized he didn't need to watch. He closed his eyes, angry that he hadn't thought to do this to begin with, but he could still hear it, the wet shuddering wheezes, the oozing sounds, the dripping of blood and puke and foam, as Light drowned painfully and slowly so close to him. It was so long. It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop! L kept thinking it was done, only to hear a bit more wet popping, or raspy, oily shuddering, or choked off gurgling gasps.
And then, when the sounds ceased and L was really sure Light was dead, he opened his eyes and was struck with a worse sight. Light's eyes were glassy and in a state far beyond exhausted, but they seemed to still hold a fading spark of life. Light was alive, even yet, just barely, with tremendous suffering etched into his face.
L closed his eyes again, and then he felt the tears running down his face, so many of them all at once, and wondered when he had started crying. Surely there were too many to have appeared so suddenly?
L said, "I'm sorry, Light, I'm sorry."
He didn't know if Light could still hear, but he continued it, a constant chant of apology where the words became quieter and quieter, turning into a meaningless babble, like a small brook gurgling and chattering down a mountain slope. L stopped the babble when he heard a door being opened. He opened his eyes immediately, terrified of Misa finding out he hadn't watched the entire spectacle.
He saw Misa come in through the door, her face shiny with tears at first and then a moment later positively livid with shock and outrage.
She choked out, "What happened?"
L could hear himself explaining it, how Light must have chewed through his gag earlier and then concealed that fact until Misa left the room. L's voice sounded so calm and logical and a million miles away from him, as if he couldn't possibly be the one saying those things.
But then, Misa was screaming before his explanation went very far, and she didn't stop, she just got shriller and louder, rising in pitch. At first, L was certain Misa would rush at him and kill him with her own hands, but she backed up until she hit a wall and then slowly slid down it, sitting on the floor, having a large intake of breath every so often just to get enough air to start screaming again.
Whatever policies this hotel had, L was sure enough screaming would draw hotel employees.
L said, "Misa, stop it. We'll get caught."
Rem added, "Misa, you put some illegal drugs in his system. You don't want the police here."
But Misa just put her hands over her head and kept screaming, in complete hysterics. After what L judged to be about ten minutes, there was a tremendously loud knocking sound coming from the door of the suite, as if a dozen people were pounding all at once with their full strength. Misa didn't get up to answer the door; she just kept screaming in place, beginning to curl into a ball shape, drawing her knees to her chin.
L heard a rush of footsteps and then the inevitable hotel employees entered the room, two women and five men. One of the women started screaming just as hysterically as Misa and one of the men turned white, wobbled in place a few moments, and then fainted. The other woman got out a cellphone and started talking to what must be a hospital from what she was saying, then finished with them and called the police.
Misa seemed to realize what the woman was doing during the call to the police. L sincerely hoped Misa was not planning on killing the woman. Misa got up on shaky feet, sniffling and still crying. She walked over to L and tipped his metal frame back a bit so it sat on its wheels and then wheeled him out of the room. The employees watched, looking stunned and confused. Three more of them were in the main living room of the suite, one woman with her hand resting on a couch extremely close to the death note. Ryuk was standing just behind the woman, making faces.
Misa screamed, snatched the death note away, and stuffed it into her purse. Then she went back to L's contraption and continued to wheel it away. The employees in sight watched her warily, as if they were thinking of stopping her, but they did nothing. L could hear Misa continue to sniffle behind him as she took him down the hallway, seeing a few more employees sticking their heads around the corner to watch, and then Misa got him on an elevator, where they were alone.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, L heard Misa digging in her purse. Guessing what she was about to do, he said, "Misa, if anyone here dies, it could throw suspicion on you. You can't destroy this story the same way as the other one. They have a body this time."
Rem said, "Misa, I agree. The only thing you did wrong was give Light illegal drugs. The police will believe he gave them to himself and the physical evidence at the scene should show he committed suicide. You should talk to the cops and it will be fine."
Misa hissed, "They will want to talk with L too, alone, and then he'll tell them I'm Kira."
Rem replied, "Then use the death note to kill him twenty-three days from now, and control him into saying nothing. That's the safest way."
Misa rubbed at her cheeks with her fists and said, "No. Fifty days. I don't care what it takes."
L said nothing. He was sure that anything he said could only worsen the situation. Misa would not write his name for a few more days, at least. Time was now so short. Could he really win her heart fast enough to dissuade her from killing him? After all, she was likely carrying his child and seemed to want sex for some reason other than revenge and procreation. There was something between them, not real love, but perhaps enough to stop his murder.
When Misa began wheeling him out the entrance, she stopped short, seeing two cop cars there. Four cops were just getting out and their eyes were fastened on her. Misa whipped out her death note and wrote furiously. One by one, the body language of the cops altered. They were ignoring her. She wheeled L right past them and waved down a taxi.
At first the taxi driver seemed hesitant, and L saw Misa getting out her death note again.
L quickly said, "I have violent seizures and I need to be restrained like this or I harm myself. If you don't let us ride this way, I will make sure your company is sued and you are fired."
The taxi driver nodded and helped Misa put the metal frame into the back seat. It could only be jammed in there at an awkward angle and took up all the room, so Misa sat in front, handing the driver a big wad of cash with a pleasant grin. The driver seemed pleased and suddenly said, "Wait, aren't you Misa-Misa?"
L said, "Misa is doing volunteer work to care for the sick and disabled."
And then L launched into a long, detailed story about his "illness" and all the kind things Misa had done for him and other sick patients, some of them dying, some of them little children with no joy left in their eyes until they saw Misa-Misa. L made everything as sugary and heart-warming as possible, playing up the aspects that showed Misa to be heroic and kind-hearted. He hoped, this way, Misa might view the taxi driver as someone bearing a good story to counteract the bad stories, and wouldn't kill him.
It was a very long ride to the outskirts of town and then into the countryside, following Misa's directions. L wondered where they were going but knew better than to ask questions. Instead he continued embellishing the stories about Misa's dedication and heroism. At last, they stopped outside a huge mansion. The taxi driver helped Misa remove L from the back seat and wheel him up to the front door.
As the driver was about to walk away, he pressed the cash back into Misa's hand and said, "Misa-Misa, it was wonderful to meet you. I don't need to be paid. I'll be telling my kids about this for years."
His eyes were shining with admiration as he bowed to Misa and then turned to walk back toward his car. Misa waited until the car began to pull away before bringing out her death note and writing something in it, then ringing the doorbell.
L said, "Did you kill him?"
Rem replied, "No. She just killed Hideki Ryuga. But until he dies he'll let anyone stay here, in complete secrecy and without asking any questions."
Misa said, "You can't specify actions toward particular people. But, if anyone else asks to live here, I'll just kill them."
Then the door was opening and Hideki Ryuga was standing there, with his longish spiky brown hair and rock-star good looks. He said, "Misa!"
Misa said, "Can we live here?"
In a weird voice, completely unconcerned, Hideki Ryuga said, "Of course. I'll prepare the guest bedrooms."
He began walking in, and Misa followed, wheeling L inside, Rem and Ryuk trailing behind. L gazed up at the high ceiling. There were in a huge entrance room like a living room but ten times as large, with a grand staircase at one end and an indoor balcony ringing the walls on three sides. They continued into a hallway built on the same grand scale and then into an elevator and up to a huge bedroom.
Misa stationed L there and she then went back out with Hideki Ryuga. L heard them talking in low tones, but couldn't catch the words. He wondered if the entire household staff would also be controlled and killed, or if they'd just be fired and sent away. Rem was attached to Misa now, so would that mean Watari was about to be brought here as well? L despaired at the thought that he didn't even know if Misa was telling the truth about Watari still being alive.
As the voices drifted away, the stillness of the room descended on L with an eerie finality. He was surrounded by luxury but very uncomfortable. The images of Light's death were drifting into his mind again, intruding on his thoughts. He wished bitterly that he'd thought of thwarting Misa's plan by keeping his eyes closed the entire time. He was a genius, so why did that simple solution elude him? L felt terribly worn out, impaired. He wasn't up to much; he wasn't up to his old tricks, but he had only a few more days to solve the deadliest puzzle that had ever been presented to him. Unless he either won within that time period or found a way to stall and delay, he'd die, possibly in a way that would make Light's death look pleasant.
L shivered. He couldn't think, couldn't focus. The images were crowding in on him. He kept seeing those blood bubbles in his mind, and hearing that choked, horrible, unnatural sound of a frightened man trying to breathe with his lungs full of blood and vomit. The entire scene was forever burned into his brain. Why? Why! Why! Why hadn't Misa listened? Why hadn't she realized that Light was smart enough to commit suicide despite her precautions? She'd inflicted a lot of unnecessary pain on three people, including herself.
L tried to lose himself in studying the room, looking at all its furnishings, enjoying being without the blindfold. When Misa returned, she'd probably have another one. After a time, Hideki Ryuga wandered into the room, sat on the edge of the bed and began watching television, a cooking show. Did he come in because he was curious but unable to ask questions, so settled for being near the object of his curiosity?
L wondered how long the guy would live. Perhaps twenty-three days? Misa must have known he had an isolated mansion a bit out in the country, and thought of it as a good place to hide. It didn't strike L as a smart move, especially since Misa was known to be traveling with a "Hideki Ryuga" already and she had the power to take over anyone's home.
L hadn't seen the details of death Misa wrote, but he guessed Hideki would act naturally in all ways other than hiding houseguests and not asking them anything. Hideki wouldn't ask questions, yet perhaps he would answer them or prove useful in other ways. But, L had to be careful about what he said. If Misa found out he'd been doing anything, she might be very angry. And, L had learned to fear an angry Misa.
L said, "So, my name is Hideki Ryuga too. Isn't that funny?"
Hideki grunted in a noncommittal way.
L said, "Is Misa gone?"
Hideki said, "She's going to get some old guy. Misa sure brings a lot of people with her. I wish she wanted to live just with me alone. She's really hot."
L said, "Misa's my girlfriend."
L tried to think of anything else he could say that would be useful, but he couldn't, so he struck up a conversation about the cupcakes that were being displayed on the TV. It felt surprisingly good just to talk. After the show finished, Hideki Ryuga wandered away, leaving L alone with his thoughts once more. L wondered if Hideki was now unkillable. Was he some kind of immortal guy, who couldn't die before his time no matter what situation he was put into? If so, there should be a way to use that.
L tried to think of how he could expose Rem's weakness using Hideki Ryuga. Could he somehow talk the guy into threatening Misa? No, that wouldn't work. If Hideki could be killed earlier than his allotted time of death, then Misa would just kill him personally and, if not, Rem would do nothing. Besides, it would probably be difficult to convince Hideki to do anything, and the truth of who had been talking to him like that would be likely to come out. It was an extremely dubious plan that would undo all L's hard work to get on Misa's good side.
A few hours later, L was surprised to see Hideki Ryuga come into his room and wheel him out. L said, "What is going on?"
Hideki replied, "Dinner."
L was brought to a large dining hall, once again with very high ceilings. It was a warm-toned room, done in wood paneling and with several incredibly large sparkling chandeliers. The long table had about fifty chairs, and Misa was seated some distance from L, already enjoying a meal. Several servants were swarming around, placing various dishes on the table that emitted delicious smells. L's heart surged when he saw a cheesecake topped with blueberries. But he eyed the staff sadly. They weren't asking any questions or even giving him concerned glances. They were most likely the walking dead, controlled into exactly the behavior Misa deemed useful. Misa was chatting with them normally, smiling and giggling, as if nothing was the matter. L stared at her, hating, wishing he could burn holes in her with his gaze.
Then L's heart caught in his throat as he saw Hideki Ryuga wheeling another form in. Watari? It certainly looked like the old man. Yes, yes, it was him! A large blindfold covered much of his face, and he was thinner and covered with bruises, but it was certainly him. He was wearing a straightjacket, and from the waist down was wearing a gray blanket fastened on with large pins. L wanted to say something to him, but he was afraid to. Misa was nearby, and she hadn't given him permission, and Watari wasn't speaking either.
Throughout the meal, L barely noticed the servant who stood next to him, spoon-feeding him better food than he'd had for weeks, including some of his favorites. His gaze was fixed on Watari. Horrid imaginings passed through his brain. How badly had Watari been tortured? Watari couldn't buy nicer treatment with sex, and he looked like he'd suffered far more. His head was slumped weakly to one side, as if he had no strength in his neck, or as if the tendon on one side had been cut.
Suddenly, L was imagining the worst. What if Watari had been permanently crippled? What if the blindfold was there to hide that he had no eyes? What if he wasn't speaking because of a missing tongue? L's heart was beating faster, and he was shaking, and ashamed, and he felt like a whore, a dirty, horrible, disgusting whore. He was someone who was enjoying Misa in bed and getting a few special treats such as "nap time" while Watari suffered the worst. And, why? Because L was willing to sell his body.
L fixed his gaze on Misa then, and he resolved that he'd solve the case, truly solve it, before Watari ran out of time. L knew he couldn't just wait around hoping Misa would soften up. He'd solve it or die in the attempt. He just needed to decide on the very best plan, the one that was most likely to work.
L thought furiously, trying to put together something. Things came together in his brain and clicked into place. Yes, there were three things to try. One was getting Rem alone and negotiating with her. The second was using Hideki Ryuga as a secret messenger to find out if Watari knew the way to defeat Rem. The third plan was the boldest and most desperate. It should only be used if the first two failed. If the third plan also failed, L would die very quickly.
L felt better. He would succeed or die, not wait on Misa's fickle mercy. He relaxed within his restraints and tried to enjoy the cheesecake the servant was spoon-feeding to him. It might be the last truly delicious thing he ever ate.
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