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Fever Dreams	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 13
At 5 AM the next morning, L woke up. He blinked a bit in the darkness, staring at the glowing numbers on the clock. Yes, the illness must be entirely gone for normal sleeping habits to be re-asserting themselves. He glanced at Light, seeing him completely limp and oblivious, a few drops of drool caught in the corner of his mouth. His breathing was peaceful and altogether he looked like a little angel, not like Kira.
There was something about Light, something very calm. Either he really wasn't Kira, or his killings didn't have the same mental side effects that they would in most people. Light was either innocent, or a truly cold-hearted killer. Though, not seeing the deaths would allow for a certain emotional distance that would protect the psyche. If Light were ever put in a situation where he would need to kill with his own hands, he might falter.
L slid out of bed carefully, trying to make sure the blankets wouldn't slide over Light's sleeping form and awaken him. L quickly tapped into the internal surveillance system for the "panic room," or rather series of rooms, and fast-forwarded through the night footage, making sure Light didn't do anything suspicious. No, he stayed in bed. He looked exhausted.
Well, Light surely wasn't ready to wake up yet, but he'd have to. L bounded back into bed roughly, bouncing and then pulling the blankets off Light in a single sweeping motion. Light made an annoyed mumble and curled up into a protective ball. Then his eyes cracked open and he made an annoyed sigh.
"Ryuzaki, it's five in the morning. Go back to sleep."
"No, it's time to wake up."
Light grabbed the blankets and wrapped them around himself hard with several rolls, tucking the ends under his body entirely, out of reach, and then with one last angry glare his eyes slid shut and his head slumped. L launched himself on top of Light's form and began forcibly unpeeling the blanket. Light flailed his arms around, trying to snatch the blankets back, but L was quickly pulling them out of reach entirely and flung them to the floor. Light sat up, frowning. Then he jumped to the next bed and dived under the blankets.
L followed and said, "Light, I'll just pull you back out."
"Let me sleep. There are twenty beds. I'll just keep going to the next one."
L straddled Light's body and began another tugging war with the new blankets. This time Light had an iron grip.
L said, "You're already waking up. The longer you struggle, the more difficult it will be to sleep again. I'm winning."
Light made another disgusted grumbling sound, and then said, "Will I at least get laid for this?"
"Maybe."
Light sighed. "Now?"
"No. It takes a long time to get out of here. We need to start."
"What?"
L simply grabbed Light's wrist and dragged him along to the front entrance. There he flipped open a protected keypad and entered a code, and then held his eye up to a scanner and placed his palm against another scanner.
L explained, "Now the doors will open in three hours. It is like this so that if one of the persons in the panic room is controlled by Kira, the others will have time to override the code."
"We won't get out of here until eight o'clock?"
"Yes."
Light said, "Now can I go back to sleep?"
"No, because I need to stay with you, and I'm hungry and I need a shower."
Light put his hand to his forehead, but L grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the kitchen. L began going through the cupboards. This was all emergency food, so it was mostly canned, and there were entirely too many vegetables. L stacked some cans of fruit along the edge of the counter as he searched. At last, L found several tins of digestives in the back of one cupboard, and along with a can of pineapple and a can of cherries, took these to settle down at the table to eat. Light was already sitting there, resting his head on the table. L took out the chocolate digestives first, and began making little sandwiches by placing cherries or pineapple chunks between two of the flat, round biscuits. It wasn't really sweet enough, but it was okay for emergency food.
After finishing breakfast, L shook Light awake again and pulled him to the men's bathroom. It was a large room with one end being a gigantic shower area, with many showerheads lined along two walls and a central drain in the middle. L quickly located some soap and shampoo in a cupboard, and pulled Light along by the hand to just under a shower and started it.
Light yelped and jumped back from the spray. L kept an eye on him but continued to wash. Light shook himself a few times, as if trying to get the sleepiness out, and then approached. Something about his body language was different. He took the soapy washcloth from L's hand and said, "Could I do that?"
After a pause, L said, "Yes."
L closed his eyes as Light washed him with long, vigorous, rubbing strokes. It felt good, but this wasn't like Light. It was... too humble to wash someone else. Light was trying to do something. Was he only attempting to seduce, or was there something else he wanted? Establishing a connection with a lover, it was more than sex. There was a closeness and intimacy that came from physical touching, a closeness that could give Kira the edge he needed to confuse or destroy.
Light was desperate, was that it? He wanted to push his advantages, force a flaw in the investigation. He was hoping for a detective who would make mistakes, perhaps from distraction and denial, perhaps even on purpose. But Kira killed those who got in the way. Seduction could only be an illusion. True seduction was death, unless by some strange coincidence Light turned out to not be Kira after all.
But, it felt good. The warm, soapy cloth sliding over wet skin, and then when Light finished with that task L suddenly felt fingers in his hair, and bowed his head so Light could get to every part of his scalp, shampooing all traces of dirt away. L wanted to tell Light that his hair cleaned easily, it didn't need to be washed for so long, but instead he closed his eyes and enjoyed the process. Then Light finished and held L's head directly under the spray, shielding L's eyes with his own hand so the shampoo would rinse clean painlessly.
L waited once he realized the last of the suds had rinsed out and the water was now running clear. Light was going to do something, that much seemed certain. Sure enough, Light pushed him up against the wall of the shower and began kissing him vigorously everywhere on the face and neck except the mouth. L leaned back against the wall, letting Light do as he pleased, feeling their erections hardening between their stomachs. He was struck at once with memories of that first time, on the roof, in the pounding rain. The spray of the water was similar, but now it was warm, and steam was rising everywhere throughout the room, the mirrors fogged up.
Light's mouth was hungry and insistent, and L's legs were weakening and he was sliding down the wall. Light tried to hold him up, but he kept sliding, and at last L was sitting on the floor, with his back to the wall and Light practically in his lap, and Light drew back just slightly, thrusting his penis alongside L's own penis, rubbing the sides together.
L let out a little cry, and then he felt Light guiding his hands down and molding them into a position, and Light's hands were dripping with shampoo once again, and their four hands clasping together were making a tunnel that both of them could thrust into, Light from his end, L from his. Inside, in that close, tight place between so many fingers and palms, their erections slid against each other, in and out, always moving in opposite directions.
L began to falter as his pleasure rose, but Light kept their fingers laced together, kept up the movements, steady and hard, squeezing constantly. L started whimpering when the slick, slippery tightness became too much, then closed his eyes, threw his head back and came. He immediately felt one of Light's hands in his hair, Light's fingers tugging painfully. He moaned and continued releasing his cum into that tunnel of laced-together hands and sudsy shampoo, right alongside Light's still-hard penis.
L panted, opened his eyes and said, "You pulled my hair."
Light said, "I caught your head before you would have smashed it into the wall. I had no choice but to grab your hair. Besides, you're one to talk. You bit my dick pretty hard last night."
"You were choking me."
At once, Light was on top of him, taking control of the situation, pushing him onto his back on the floor. Light was kissing hard and prodding his erection into L's thigh.
Light paused, hovering just above L's face, studying him, his hands gently splayed along each side, cradling L's chin and jaw line. Light's brown eyes were intense, his expression serious. He was up to something.
L said, "Are you going to enter me? We don't have proper lubrication. You let it wash away."
"Your semen was mixed with shampoo anyway, and shampoo burns if you put it inside."
Light was still looking intently. The moment stretched out. It felt as if something terribly significant were going to happen.
Suddenly, Light said, "At eight o'clock, when those doors open, they might separate us. None of them like this to be happening."
"That is true."
Light's fingers were soft and delicate, stroking the side of L's chin. The weight of Light's body pressing down was warm and comfortable on L's chest, stomach and thighs.
Light said, "I hope we have a lot more time together, but I don't know what will happen. I know this is too soon to say this, and you'll never believe I'm sincere, but it doesn't matter because you'll never believe it even if I waited to say it for months, or years. You're too suspicious and you wouldn't believe it in any case but I want to say it anyway. I might not get another chance."
What is this? Light is up to something.
Light took a deep breath and said, "I love you, L. I really do love you. I love you."
Light wasn't hiding his face. His eyes looked sincere. Even if it were true, though, Kira wouldn't give up being Kira for love. That would not fit Kira's profile. Kira was a dedicated fanatic, a delusional individual who saw himself as being on a god-like mission to fix all the evils of the world by force and terror. People who committed many murders for a cause tended to never abandon that cause, because doing so would require the painful admission that they'd killed for immoral reasons. Someone with Light's pride should be even less likely to abandon a cause after killing so many times in support of it.
Light placed his lips next to L's ear and whispered, "Even if I were Kira, I wouldn't kill you. I would never kill you. If you die, I want you to know that it wasn't me. I love you and I'm not going to kill you."
L said nothing, but he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Light, holding him close. Light's words were like poisoned honey. They had to be. "I love you," must be a lie, especially when combined with "I would never kill you," but there was a desire to believe what Light had said. To hope that Light perhaps wasn't a seriously deluded mass-murderer, and that he might actually be sincere. His eyes had looked sincere, but Light had enough acting ability that it was difficult to ever be sure.
It was a dangerous feeling, the desire to believe Light. There was more than lust here. There was a connection, a deep connection that had preceded the sex by months. It wasn't love, but it had elements of respect in it, and of working very well together, and of having everything match so seamlessly, of always thinking the same things and understanding each other in ways that nobody else did. If not for the unavoidable issue of Kira, it would be one of those perfect matches that were always being talked about by dating services and astrologers and silly people who believed in soul mates, the kind of match that almost nobody could actually find in real life.
Watari was right. This was a problem. There would be consequences. Sleeping with the enemy was an advanced technique, a move that only experienced professionals should make, and it had serious drawbacks. In all likelihood, this wouldn't end pleasantly. The only possible happy ending would be if Light wasn't Kira, and that was extremely unlikely. There was a virtual certainty that Light was involved in the Kira killings somehow, and there was more than a ninety percent chance that Light was, in fact, the original Kira.
If Light wasn't Kira, then he was an accomplice, or a pawn, or he'd had a number of very unlikely coincidences happen to him. But, Light didn't seem innocent or like a victim manipulated by Kira. He acted like Kira, he was smart enough to be Kira, and he fit the personality profile perfectly. Furthermore, he taunted and baited, and he seemed to be displaying a fake personality whenever Kira-related topics came up and he had to say something about them. Light acted as if he were playing a role, and he wasn't afraid of suspicion as long as it didn't become too high or turn into actual proof. In fact, it often felt as if Light were deliberately stirring up moderate amounts of suspicion and then secretly laughing at everyone in the investigation.
But, justice was more important than personal feelings, and staying alive was far more important than a love struck whim. Kira's profile, developed even before finding Light, indicated that Kira was a megalomaniac who would kill even loved ones if they stood in the way of his goals. Soon, probably, the proof would surface that Light really was Kira. After Light was proven to be Kira, there would be perhaps a few years of emotional pain, and then things would be fine again.
There was no reason to act like those deluded girls Light was always using, especially since it could only lead to death. Sex felt good, and having Light nearby felt good, but those feelings weren't enough to die for. Light was a liar and a manipulator. He would take any advantage as far as he could, use people and then throw them away. A single moment of hesitation could spell disaster for everyone. Many lives were hanging in the balance.
Still, I hope when I catch Light, I will catch him in the act of trying to kill all of us. Then it will feel more like protecting everyone from a dangerous enemy, and less like sending a friend to be executed.
But Watari was wrong about the solution to the problem. There wasn't any way that sleeping with someone else would fix what had already happened, and abstinence wouldn't help either. The connection was more that merely physical, and no prostitute who simply gave out orgasms would be able to replace Light. It was difficult to even imagine having sex with someone other than Light.
Breaking off sexual contact with Light wouldn't stop what was already happening either. The emotional connection would still be there, and the memory of being lovers, and the task force wouldn't ever lose their distrust merely because the sex stopped. Abstinence would just be frustrating and with it a great advantage would be lost, an advantage that might put Light off-guard at a crucial moment.
But, forced abstinence might occur anyway. Light was correct about that. The task force was losing morale and rebelling against the idea of the lead investigator and the prime suspect being sexually involved. This small amount of time until the lock opened the doors to the panic room might be the last time they'd truly be together before an enforced separation.
L pulled Light from the shower and almost ran with him to the nearest bed, tugging Light along by the hand, not even bothering to dry, leaving a trail of water drips all the way there. And then they were tangled together on a bed, a flurry of wet, naked limbs and kissing, nibbling mouths. L pressed his skin as hard as he could against every part of Light he could reach, and all the while their erections prodded into each other's bellies. There was an almost unbearable intensity about it now, of needing to get as much of this experience as possible before it could be taken away.
L gasped, "Suck me!"
It came out like an order, and L felt a sense of mastery as he watched Light lower his mouth to obey, with only a momentary flash of defiance in his eyes.
And then L closed his eyes as he felt Light's warm lips enclosing the sensitive head of his erection, and L was deliciously sliding in further, feeling at last the contours of Light's throat. In a few moments L was crying out with little mewling noises, and Light was holding down L's hips hard enough to bruise while deep-throating him relentlessly. There was something right about the feeling of Light's mouth, as if this was exactly what was supposed to happen. L didn't hold himself back in the slightest, but kept trying to buck up into that mouth. And then he was climaxing, a sweet release into Light's mouth, pleasurable spasms, and now he could throw his head back recklessly because there was only a soft mattress there, not a hard wall.
L opened his eyes to see Light gathering the semen from his mouth into his hand.
When Light had finished the transfer, he smirked, an almost evil smile, and said, "You always come so quickly. And, look how much of this you make!"
L didn't feel coherent yet, so he didn't say anything.
Well, virgins came quickly, that was what all the books said. What would it be like to last as long as Light did? Did sex not feel as good? Was sex not as overwhelming? That didn't sound like a fun process to go through. Light obviously hadn't been a virgin. He lasted longer and he knew too much about what he was doing to have learned it by reading or self-experimentation. He'd been with a male before. Who? Light only dated girls.
And then, L felt a slippery finger slide inside and begin to circle slowly, stretching, and then the first was followed by a second and a third, plunging in and out, getting wetter and wetter. Light must be pushing in more and more of the makeshift lubrication. He had some kind of routine worked out. It worked beautifully. L felt himself quickly stretching and opening inside, ready to accept something larger.
Just as Light withdrew his hand and got ready to insert his penis, L said, "Wait."
L panted a few times and got his thoughts in order, then said, "I want you to wait until I'm hard again."
Light said, "You're insatiable. I haven't had one orgasm this morning, and you're already planning for a third time."
"Mmmmmm, yes. That's what I want."
Light looked pleased with himself, almost smug. He must think he was getting exactly what he wanted, a sex-addled detective who wouldn't be able to convict him.
Then Light leaned down and began softly licking L's penis as his fingers continued to work in the slickness inside. L's cock was still soft and sensitive, but he could endure the gentle licking, and soon, it started feeling really good.
L gasped, "Light! Light!"
Light took that as a signal to take the entire thing into his mouth, sucking vigorously and even tugging with his teeth. As soon as it started to grow and harden, Light let go and his face was suddenly hovering above L, his arms on either side of L's torso. Light closed his eyes and then L felt Light's penis sinking into him. L pressed up against it, feeling it spread him and stretch him deliciously.
As Light went all the way in, up to the hilt, and then pulled back and thrust in again, L began wriggling, trying for the right angle. Light's kisses were hot and needy and all over his face, Light's arms grasping his sides, Light's stomach grinding against his erection. Everything was a swirl of motion and heat and electricity, and then L felt that little explosion inside of prostate stimulation as he wrapped his legs around Light and pulled up against him.
L moaned, and Light seemed to get the message, helping to steady L's body and shoving in hard at the same angle.
L gasped, "Ah! Ah! Light!"
Light's lips were everywhere along his chin and then Light was licking L's lips, the tip of his tongue slipping just slightly inside.
L parted his lips with a gurgling moan and Light's tongue pressed inside forcefully, one of Light's hands tangling in L's hair, pulling his head closer for more intensity. Light turned his head to the side and plunged his tongue deeply inside. L tried to cry out, but it was just a garbled mumble, he didn't even know what he was trying to say. The steadily driving force of Light's penis was pushing him further and further into a kind of insanity, a mindless need that consumed the part of his brain that was capable of forming words.
There was something so right about it all. This was everything L needed, the only place he should ever be, the only thing he should ever do. Time had stopped and narrowed down to nothing more than the delicious impalement and the steady chafing as his stiff penis was trapped between Light's slick belly and his own, and there was Light's mouth and his roaming hands and every bit of overheated skin they pressed together and the mumbled nonsense that sometimes spilled from L's mouth between invasions by Light's tongue.
The timelessness of the moment was briefly invaded by a sudden tenseness in Light's muscles, and the thought that Light was ready to come pushed L over the edge. L squeezed his internal muscles hard and clung to Light fiercely as the sweetest orgasm overtook him, causing him to spurt into the tight space between their stomachs. As L moaned Light pulled him up, wrapping his arms tightly behind L's back, and pounded into him more fiercely than ever. L was still releasing and the hard fucking felt unbelievably good, driving the pleasure of his climax even higher.
Just as L started to descend from his high, Light let out an undignified shout and then L felt Light's warm release flowing into him. L bore down on the hot, twitching length, trying to give Light as much pleasure as possible, and was rewarded with a gasp and a shudder and Light's arms tightening even more.
A few moments later, Light collapsed on top of L, his entire form going limp. L held him, only now noticing that Light's hair was still dripping from the shower.
In the next moment, Light was licking his ear and then planting tender kisses all along his jaw in a line. L threw back his head, exposing his neck, and the gentle kisses continued there, interspersed with a few delicate flicks of the tongue. L let out a contented mumbling sigh.
In an exhausted voice, Light said, "I can't believe it, you're so hot."
"I'm not good looking."
"You're interesting. I like to fuck you."
The fucking part was true. L could feel it in the way Light grasped tightly, possessively. The loving part... perhaps, perhaps. Could Kira truly love? But love wouldn't save any one of Kira's victims, even if it weren't a lie. Delusional madmen were not safe at all, not to their friends, enemies or lovers, and especially not to all three combined in one person.
Light said, "We're filthy again. Look at all you've sweated! We should shower."
L mumbled, "Again? Most of that is from not drying off the first time."
"There's nothing else for us to do until the doors open. Our stomachs are very sticky."
Light leaned close and hotly whispered in L's ear, "And, I want to get my dick so clean you'll have no hesitation to suck it. I can soap it up and scrub it for as long as you want me to."
L flopped onto his side and curled up, drawing his knees to his chest. "You're just hoping to get more sex. I'm done."
Light said, "No, no more sex for this morning. But, tonight I'll teach you to really suck my cock."
"I don't think I'm very good at it. Last time you choked me so badly I had to bite you. Besides, it's much more fun to get you to do it to me. Isn't that how it's supposed to be in Japan?"
"What?"
L continued, "There's the cultural stereotype of the uke, who receives blow jobs from the seme, which is seen as a privilege for the uke. In return, the seme gets to enter the uke, which is a privilege for the seme. However, it's considered degrading and low-status to be entered by another man, so supposedly nobody wants to be the uke and the blow jobs are seen as a way to compensate the uke for that humiliation and entice him into his role. I think you view yourself as the seme and me as the uke."
Light said, "But those are just stereotypes. No relationship is really that simple unless there's at least one idiot involved."
"So," L said, "you'll teach me both? How to give you blow jobs and how to enter you?"
Light hesitated, and then said, "Yes, of course. If the task force doesn't separate us, we should do both tonight. I'll show you what do to."
"Okay," L said, "let's go shower again."
This time, Light soaped up his groin area and rinsed it off in several cycles over the course of twenty minutes, putting on an obvious display, rubbing everywhere until it was a bright pinkish red and looked almost polished.
There was just enough time after that to get dressed, and then there was a short wait in front of the metal doors as the numbers counted down to zero. When the doors slid open, Watari was standing there by himself. He didn't look angry, just resigned and sort of tired. He had the handcuffs and L dutifully held up his wrist to be chained, as did Light.
Watari said, "Please follow me."
Only a short distance along the route, it was clear that they were heading back to their original bedroom, the first place that L had ever slept in the same bed with Light. And, for months, it had been chaste there. Now, it would be a den of sexual adventures every night unless something drastic was done to prevent it. Was Watari giving up?
When they reached the room, there were many cardboard boxes stacked along one wall, and books piled on one desk. Watari immediately brought two open boxes to the bed and put them down. One was almost completely full of condoms, and the other had many different kinds of lubricant in it.
L gave a flickering glance back at Light, noting with satisfaction that he was slightly flustered, a blush barely tinting his cheeks.
Watari said, "I was not sure what to get, so I ordered nearly everything from several adult store catalogs. These two boxes should be the most useful. I don't want you hurting yourself, Ryuzaki."
L said, "Excellent work, Watari."
Light just stood there, looking as if he wanted to be somewhere else. L ignored the box of condoms. Those wouldn't be needed. He rummaged through the lubricants. Some strawberry flavored lubricant caught his eye and he squirted some on a finger and licked it. Not too bad, kind of like a blandish tasting jam.
Watari cleared his throat, motioned to the desk that had books stacked on it, and said, "I am going to insist that each of you read one book before going downstairs or working on the case."
Light walked over to the books and said, "These are for teenagers!"
Watari said, "You are a teenager, and Ryuzaki's sexual education is more suited to crime scenes than practical application."
Was Watari encouraging this? No, this wasn't approval. It was an acknowledgement of defeat, a recognition that Watari couldn't do anything about the situation. He couldn't change it, so he was improving it slightly.
L looked at Watari, reading his body language. He was upset, but not truly scared. No, he'd known the risks in taking the Kira case from the beginning. Watari wasn't the type to be frightened, but he could disapprove, usually in a cold, polite way, as he'd done with the incident that had resulted in Aizawa leaving the team for a few months. Would Watari leave, would he truly leave? That had to be a bluff.
If Watari left, everyone else would too, and then the only other person still with me would be Light. If Light were Kira, he would not need my name if nobody else were around to stop him. He could physically overpower me and win. Watari would not do that to me.
L shuffled through the pile of books and picked out one. This would be ten minutes worth of reading, at most, and it would reassure Watari. And, it might hold some new information. Sometimes advanced reading materials left out things that were covered in basic, simplistic books.
L crouched in a chair, speed-reading. It was true, he knew most of it already, and many of the little details made him think of specific cases and crime scenes from his past. Serial killers were an L specialty, and far too many of them had something sexual in their method of operation. Understanding exactly what could happen during sex and what sexual motivations could enter into a case was imperative knowledge for a detective.
L glanced at Light, and he was pretty sure Light was skimming, pretending to read more than actually reading. Well, both of them already knew the most important things about sex. If diseases weren't an issue, then between two men, the biggest risk was getting too rough or not using lubricant correctly and damaging sensitive internal tissues.
L quickly got to the end of his book, only having added a couple of minor details to his knowledge. Still, even that much was impressive for one book. The true areas of lack were not knowledge, but experience. Some things were like riding a bike. You couldn't read instructions about how to ride a bike and then immediately do it correctly. There was also the matter of personal taste, of discovering just what worked between two specific people, and what wouldn't.
A few moments later, Light put down his book too.
Watari said, "Everyone is waiting for the two of you. You will need to explain yourselves."
L nodded, and followed Watari, Light lagging behind on the end of the chain. They rode the elevator down together and stepped out into the main investigation room to a mass of upset faces. Even Wedy and Aiber were present. The only one who didn't look angry was Matsuda, but he certainly looked worried.
Mogi and Aizawa were on ladders, installing the extra cameras. A whole panel of very precisely calibrated little cameras would go on each wall in all the rooms that were actually used, which wasn't that many. Each panel recorded the crucial data about where Light's gaze was focusing, and sent it into a dedicated tiny computer system set into its back. It would be best not to have that part of the set-up accessible from the usual computer system, or Light would probably hack into it and notice what it was for. But there was a cover-up reason for the cameras, and that reason was useful in itself, not just as a cover story.
Light was looking at the work suspiciously. He said, "Why so many new cameras? There aren't any blind spots in the building."
L said, "These cameras work with facial recognition software. The program will recognize and then erase all faces except yours from the videos, and then it will be safe to store copies both here and at the other headquarters, without worrying about the second Kira stealing it and killing us. We will modify all our video footage in this way."
Light said, "You know, Kira could kill me too. I'd like to be safe."
L said, "If you're not Kira, then Kira most likely framed you and so already knows your face and name. If you are Kira, we might need your face to remain on the video so it can be used as proof in your trial."
Matsuda said, "But, then aren't our pictures in the computer system?"
L said, "No. To recognize each of us, it measures facial distances on dozens of different points, such as how far our eyes are spaced and so on. These formulae are in the computer, not actual photos of our faces. That should be useless to the second Kira or any other Kira with that power."
Soichiro said, "Thank you, Ryuzaki. It is a relief not to worry about that any more."
Aizawa paused in his work and said, "Ryuzaki, Watari has already shown us the footage from last night, and-"
Matsuda interrupted, "But, after what Light said, he can't possibly be Kira, right?"
Aizawa said, "Light could be Kira. He certainly acted as if he saw what Ryuzaki was typing. Either something really weird happened, or he did actually see it."
Soichiro said, "But, Light said the decoys-"
Aizawa said, "I don't want to stay here waiting for another attack, probably from Light, while Ryuzaki spends all his time getting screwed and running off to use our emergency shelter as a love nest. Maybe the situation has become too confusing to accuse anyone of being Kira, but that relationship just turns the whole investigation into a joke anyway. If Ryuzaki doesn't have any willpower about how he behaves around suspects, I don't see why he should be in charge. Mogi agrees. If things don't clear up in a hurry, we'll both quit. And, I want a good severance package when I go. I've just about ruined my marriage over this case, and my kids are going to stop recognizing me pretty soon. Everyone else is thinking about quitting too."
Matsuda nervously said, "Well, I'm not thinking about it very much, but I'm not sure what I'd do here if the others go."
Aiber and Wedy weren't contributing to the conversation, but they both had skeptical looks on their faces.
L turned to face everyone in the room and said, "I understand. When there was a disagreement about how to catch the Yotsuba Kira, we decided I'd be given one month to do it my way. If Light is Kira, I think I can catch him that quickly. Will you allow me to keep my reasoning secret until then and do things my own way?"
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