I Could Get Used To This

DN Mpreg Chapter XVI

Chapter 16


“Light...” A gruff voice was heard from the darkness. “Light, hey, Light...”


Light rolled over in his sleep. In his dreams yellow eyes stared at him. There was a strange, wet, crunching sound, a sound that made Light imagine bloody flesh and bone being chewed between the jowls of a monster followed by a gulp. He tossed and turned in the bed, trying to figure out what his dream meant and why the creature from the darkness was invading his sleep. An apple core fell to the floor. Light stared at it in his dream stupor, and he knew it was a dream and reality was insubstantial, and then the ground itself seemed to turn to water as the apple slowly sank and left behind ripples. He wondered what was happening when the dream sequence suddenly changed abruptly and he found himself at a night shop. He sensed deja vu as he remembered where he was now. The bright lights and shelves of magazines seemed very familiar as he had visited this store before. He was aware he was holding something but whatever it happened to be was not as interesting as what was happening outside. He could not recall exactly, but the whole scene felt very familiar to him. From inside the shop where he was standing, he witnessed a group of thugs grab a woman. Light froze just as he had done the first time but now he had a sudden urge to look down at the magazine he was holding. His eyes lowered, but whatever it was he was holding was unclear and blurry and indistinguishable. He knew he was holding something, yet he couldn't remember what it was; he did not remember this the first time this event had played out. Why couldn't he see or remember what he was holding?

He waited, anticipated, for something to take place. The sound of screeching wheels, crushing metal, breaking bones, and the yelling and screaming sounded so loud even in this strange dream. He watched again as the motorcyclist's body and bike flattened against the grill of the truck, twisted pieces of metal and shrapnel bursting like fireworks and scatter on the road. He could still hear that woman's screams, not at the harassment she had earlier ensued but the gruesome accident that had taken place in front of her. Light stared, transfixed, at her expression of horror as her clear coated nails dug into the skin of her cheeks.


“Light,” his own voice spoke to him now, but his lips did not move, “You must remember.” His consciousness perhaps?


“Remember what?” he called out in a low whisper.


“Remember,” his voice echoed, again, in his mind almost commanding him.


He jerked himself awake and opened his eyes, pupils wide in the lack of light. He abruptly sat up so he would not fall back into the outre dream and discovered he was dripping in sweat. Next to him L was curled into a ball and sound asleep.


“This isn't who you are...”


His faint voice seemed to come from behind him, and he spun round to see only the empty space in the room and the first rays of morning light were breaking through the curtains, reflecting on the wall. Light didn't know if there was someone else in the building or if it was just his overly-worked brain, but he was sure he heard a voice. He knew he was awake for he could feel his heart beating painfully fast in his chest from adrenaline. He got up and headed towards the bathroom, turned to the sink, and splashed cold water on his face. His bangs stuck to his forehead and water dripped down his nose, mouth, and chin. He glanced at his reflection, noting the tired look in his eyes and the wan colouring his skin had become. He stared at his own appearance for a few seconds until it did something that would only be expected from a Stephen King movie; his reflection smiled. It was not a happy smile, though. This smile was a contented smile with dark humour, as if he had done something wrong yet satisfying. It lasted less than a second and Light jumped back. He blinked and saw his normal reflection staring back in shock and fright. He knew he hadn't been smiling like that. 'What's going on?' he wondered. Stress? Tiredness?


Deciding not to think about it so early, Light headed out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. He thought a cup of coffee might settle his overwrought nerves. When he reached for the coffee grounds, he noticed his hands were trembling; his nerves had not recovered from the frightfully perplexing dream. Why? They had captured Kira and from the rules in the Death Note, he was off the hook. Yet even with the knowledge of the thirteen day rule, L still considered him to be the number one suspect. To L they'd captured “a Kira”; there had to be more than one since there was before, and even Light had proven his theory of Higuchi being the third Kira and therefore the original Kira was still at large.


He sat down at the table as he waited on the coffee-maker to finish and his thoughts whirled over what they had covered. Number one: What were Kira's abilities? He was able to kill without even laying a finger on his victim. All he needed was a name and a face or sometimes only a face. The first Kira had needed a name and face yet the second had only needed a face. The Kira they captured, Higuchi, had needed a name at first but then switched to only needing a face after he had asked for the deal with Rem.


And Rem. Was she the one who wrote down the names in the Death Note? No, it was Higuchi. What was her role then? "Urgh." Light rubbed his temples where an irritating ache was beginning to stir. His head was hurting too much. He had to quit thinking.


'But something is wrong,' he thought as he watched the black liquid drip into the pot, 'There are too many things that don't make sense. Perhaps Ryuuzaki's accusations have finally gotten to me.' He had already made a false confession once and would not make that mistake again. L's constant accusations and defying his innocence was making him doubt the obvious, and the obvious being that he was not Kira. Period.


Light poured himself a cup of black coffee when the dripping ceased, ignoring the liquid creamer and sugar, and drank it rather fast. It tasted bitter and strong, just what he needed for a morning like this. He poured another and brewed a cup of tea for L and brought them to the bedroom. The detective was awake and sitting upright in bed when Light returned.


“Where were you?” L demanded impatiently without preamble, taking Light by surprise.


“I went to the kitchen. Here, I got you tea.” He offered L the cup which he refused. “What's up with you this morning?”


“Light-kun, should have told me where he was going now that we're no longer attached together,” L replied. To have Light walking around his building freely was unnerving. He was used to having the boy under his thumb, under his watchful eye at all times and now that he was not, his paranoia seemed to have increased by three percent. He knew the Death Note was locked away, still he felt uncertain about letting Light out of his sight in the building even though Watari was only a floor away if something happened.


Light set the mugs down on the bedside table. “Ryuuzaki. “ He sat next to L on the bed. “I didn't think your suspicions of me being Kira would go away soon, but you're going to have to trust me at some point. Think about the baby.” His hand reached for L's stomach and the detective didn't pull away so he then moved in to give him a kiss on the cheek.


“Until we find out all we can from Higuchi, you're still a suspect. There is another Kira out there."


“I know,” Light replied, gently nipping and sucking at L's pallid nape, "but it doesn't mean we can't enjoy things like this.”


L closed his eyes and released a little moan and Light captured it in a kiss. For a few seconds they tenderly locked together, and then Light moved so he was on his knees facing the pregnant man. He kissed the detective again on the lips, softly at first but gradually pushed a little more firmly toward the end. Their tongues rubbed together, gliding across one another, lapping at each other. A little moan moan emitted from Light when L suddenly broke the kiss and pushed his lover away slightly.


“Light-kun, do you know what day it is today?” the raven head asked.


Light looked at him puzzled, “It's Sunday 31st of October,” he paused then added, “It's Halloween.”


“No one else besides Watari knows about this, but I'm going to tell you,” L stated, "Today is the anniversary of my birth." Rotund, obsidian eyes bore into Light's, searching for some kind of reaction. The brunet blinked in surprise but smiled.


“You mean your birthday is on Halloween? You're just full of surprises, aren't you?” Light teased, nuzzling the raven head. “I'm afraid I didn't get you anything for your birthday, although I thought of something you might like.” His gaze trailed down L's stomach.


"I do hope you're not planning on any sexual intimacy this morning." Light's gaze returned to L. Disappointment was noted. "We have work to do, Light-kun or have you suddenly forgotten about the real mass-murderer we are in need of arresting."


Light's caramel eyes darkened and the corners of his lips turned downward. "Yeah," was all he said. Kira was eminent to their priorities no matter what. Instead, he rolled away and picked up his coffee cup.


"Light-kun is upset." It wasn't a question.


"No," Light answered, half correct, "I understand. It seems I haven't been taking the case as seriously as you have and I apologise."


To this L did not reply. Instead, he turned to the edge of the bed and stood up and caught his reflection in the vanity mirror across the room. He turned to his side to view and his eyebrows rose a faction. "My."


Light looked up at him to see what the matter was. Incredibly, L's stomach had grown out into a small rotund form and was now very noticeable. How strange that just last night it was hardly noticeable; as if just by telling the others the truth, the baby decided to grow even larger. L straightened his back and grew taller by two inches and looked straight down.


"I can't see my toes," he noted.


For a few seconds, Light blinked, wondering if the sudden bulge beneath L's tee would flatten out but it never did. He removed himself from the bed and walked over and placed his hand over his lover's tummy. The skin wasn't flabby but tight and firm. He still could not feel any movement underneath but he could imagine very clearly what the fetus looked like, what his son or daughter looked like. L was still staring at his reflection with an expression Light could not decipher. He had the impression that whatever L was thinking was being picked apart and weighed and turned in his hands.


"Ryuuzaki-"


"Misa has to know," L interjected. He looked at Light. "And you have to tell her."
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Mirrors never lied, and this one especially did not. Misa gazed into her reflection, brilliant blue eyes scanned over high cheek bones and blond hair that fell in curls and loops around her shoulders. The lacy black nightie hung tightly on her shoulders and breasts. She always knew she was beautiful. She had men fawn over her and want to be with her. Women wanted to be her or just be in her company. Misa Amane was the modern day Aphrodite, so beautiful and lovely but destructive. She knew how to walk on air and seem to float and turn heads wherever she went. She was very fluent in the skill of flirting and teasing to get what she needed. Yet, she never felt so beautiful than she did today. As she looked in the mirror and her reflection gazed back, she was resplendent.

A true goddess.

Rem's words still rang in her ears, bouncing off the walls of her cranium. She was the second Kira and she had powers that even Aphrodite or Venus would be in awe of. She felt the power bubble under her fingertips, but for now such power was suspended. Before she could retake her position as Goddess of the New World and punish the wicked, she had to reawaken her king. As long as Light did not remember Misa could not redeem the world. Light was the only one who knew where her Death Note was hidden, and he currently had partial amnesia. She could not remember everything either, but the power was there; like peering into a tenebrific well that sunk so deep into Earth no one could see the bottom, but they knew cold, clear water sat at the bottom past the darkness. Her key was in awakening Kira in Light again. She was the prince who needed to awake Snow White who bit into the poisonous apple.

She picked up her brush from the cheesecloth table and passed it through her hair without snagging any tangles or knots. Her blue eyes darkened and narrowed at her reflection. L. That bastard was the one who had caused all of this. He forced Light to give himself up for her sake. He gave up his memories just to protect her; he was indeed the true knight in shining armour. It was the bastard L who caused all of this. For the good to continue, L needed to be excised from their lives, and to do that, she needed to make Light remember who he really is. Once Light remembered, Misa would remember and all would be well once again.


Misa finished her makeup with a fine artist's hand and dressed. She walked with embellished grace with her head held high and long legs walking strong in high heels. Her hips and hair swayed in the wind while thoughts of murder roused her imagination.
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L and Light were the last ones down since Light insisted they eat a proper balanced breakfast and they spent nearly ten minutes debating on whether or not tea and Frosted Flakes covered--sprinkled, in L's opinion-- in sugar qualified it as such. They bickered back and forth and received stares from the others when they emerged from the top of the stairs. When L's newly round belly was seen, all eyes directed themselves to it and stared.

It was Matsuda who was the first to speak. "Aww!" he exclaimed dreamily, "You're showing, Ryuuzaki!"

The detective blinked once at his colleague but did not acknowledge him. The others adverted their gazes and pretended to be busy working as L settled himself into a chair. He could not pull his legs up as usual, and even stranger was when he propped his head against his hand. It was very unlike him, which caused a sudden shift of eyes around the room.

"Has Higuchi talked, yet?" L asked, sounding more bitter than his usual seldom personality.

"Er, no. Not yet," said Aizaiwa, "He's actually asleep right now."

"I thought I said to keep him awake," L grumbled while he crushed a sugar cube between his fingers, "Sleep deprivation is a quick and easy way to gain information. Get me Watari."

Matsuda, Ide, and Mogi both jumped into action. Light's eyebrows rose as he stared at the back of L's head. It seemed that from the time they woke up to when the descended the stairs, some kind of evil bug must have crawled up the detective's ass and bit him where it hurt. They all knew why he was so irritable but neither man in the room would ever say aloud what it truly was; hormones. Because a man was no match for hormones--albeit, L was male, too--Light gave L his distance and made himself a cup of coffee and some tea for L once again. Watari was contacted, Higuchi was awoken, and L was snapping questions at him left and right like always. He seemed more on edge than usual. But no matter how many questions he threw at the groggy Kira suspect, he never broke. Once in a while Watari would have to probe him awake, but L never found the answers he sought; the questioning was at a standstill when Higuchi began sobbing again.

"Um, Ryuuzaki," Matsuda said timidly, "Is everything okay?"

L's obsidian eyes fell on Matsuda. He nibbled on the pad of his thumb and wiped the saliva on his jeans. "Yes, of course everything is all right, Matsuda-san. Other than mass-murderers with homicidal notebooks walking around, the world is right as rain."

"Ryuuzaki!" Light yelled, "For God's sake, we are all frustrated by not being able to catch Kira, but that's no reason for you to bite our heads off. We're doing the best we can do. We have his method of killing, which is a huge leap from where we were just last week. As long as we keep moving in this direction, we're going to do fine."

Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.

L dropped sugar cube after sugar cube in his tea but never stirred it or touched it. "Light-kun is right. Allow me a few minutes to clear my head. Please come get me if anything shall come up that needs my immediate attention." He rose from his chair like a cat being awoken from a nap. "By the way, Light-kun, Misa-san is here. You may want to speak with her."

Light looked over to the table of monitors and found the one that showed the inside of the elevator. Misa was leaning against one of the four walls, hair tied in a bun and high heels tapping against the floor. He could feel the eyes of everyone around him, staring at him. They knew how Soichirou--whom was currently absent for unsaid reasons--reacted, so Misa's reaction would be similar or worse, the latter seemed most likely. Light felt something different. Sighing, he nodded and left the room. When he reached the elevator, the doors opened, and Misa's honey coloured eyes widened in slight surprise to see Light but a smile stretched her lips.

"Liiiight!" she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I was just coming to see you. I haven't seen you in days and I've missed you." She pressed her glossy lips to his cheek. "Were you going somewhere?"

"No actually. I was coming to talk to you. Let's go somewhere private." There was actually no such thing as privacy here, as cameras were looking in every direction and were even hidden in potted plants and tiles. Light saw Misa's thin eyebrows slightly lower but she nodded. They did not go far but just a few feet down the hallway. Misa sat down on a black vinyl bench while Light stood.

"So what's up?" she said.

Though girls had been interested in him, he never really had to break up with any of them with any hard consequences. He knew they usually cried when he ended their "relationship", but Misa was not like other girls; she was diametric compared to the other women that drifted in and out of his life with blurry faces. She was distinct and used to things going exactly her way. Her heart was filled with Light, and she loved him on an obsessive level, a level Light would never allow himself to reach. Her soft eyes searched him with an innocence. She licked her lips anxiously.

"Misa, you have a career," Light began, "You should be making more movies and commercials--"

"I still am," she whined in defence.

"--But you're not doing as much as you used to. I think you should concentrate on your career."

Misa's eyebrows tilted down. Her expression looked as if Light had something strange on his face. "What exactly are you saying?"

The corners of Light's lips twitched in a frown. "Misa, please."

Her eyes shone deeply of sadness and regret but never filled with tears. She appeared more appalled than upset. "You can't actually..." She continued to stare at the brunet as if he would suddenly laugh and claim it as a joke or prank, but they both knew he would never do that. She licked her lips again and chewed the inside of her cheek. She inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Okay. Okay."

"Misa."

"It's Ryuuzaki, isn't it?" Light's eyebrows rose from Misa's claim. He assumed Misa must believe L was forcing him to break up with her for the investigation. He was utterly jiggered when she spoke again. "I'm not as dumb, Light, as you think I am." She spoke slowly, emphasising the last few words. "I'm not completely oblivious to the looks you give him, or how close you move to him. You even make stupid, lame excuses for him to get close to you, like," at this point she lowered her voice to sound more boyish and obnoxious, "'Hey, come here and look at this graph I made three weeks ago with no progress so I can slightly brush against you'."

Light stood there flabbergasted. Not because it was untrue, but because Misa had picked up on something so keenly. His mother once said to never underestimate what a women sees because they will never tell until their heart is broken; this is a prime example. However, being the tender heart-breaker Light was, he sat down beside her on the bench.

"Misa," he exhaled, "You're right. I do have feelings for Ryuuzaki." Her jaw tightened. "But there's more to it. He isn't...like other guys, exactly." She just stared at him, not quite showing any emotion but not being emotionless at the same time. L told him Misa needed to know. The best thing to do would be to send Misa on her way with a heavy heart of hate and possible revenge by sending hate mail to his family's address and spewing insults about him on any and all interviews and guest appearances on television; that he could handle. Yet, L had specifically told him to inform her of everything. Not quite sure what L had planned but trusted whatever the idea was, he began.

"When L and I were still handcuffed, it was found out by a doctor that L was not fully male. In truth, though he may look like a man--and is one--he also has a uterus and ovaries. He's never had a menstrual cycle that he can remember, but everything seems to be in working order." She stared at him like he was telling her a boring story of his day. "Misa, L is...he's pregnant." Misa's eyes rose an inch but other than that there was no other reaction from her. "It's a healthy baby so far and--"

"Light," Misa interrupted, slightly shaking her head, "Ryuuzaki is...hold on. How can he be... That's impossible." She looked befuddled and confused, as if the entire country suddenly began speaking pig latin.

"It sounds like it, but it's true. The others know as well."

Her light eyes searched the floor, trying to grab onto an escape. "So...that means... Ryuuzaki's baby is... yours?" Light nodded. Misa took a shuddering, deep breath and rose from her chair, attempting to fix her hair but only managed to pull loose more strands of blond hair. "I think it's best if I leave." He noticed her action was stiff and small tremors could be seen in her hands.

He sensed a breakdown was coming and also rose. "I'll walk you to the door."

Misa gripped her purse that hung on her shoulder with a white knuckle grip. She did not say anything else but kept her eyes straight ahead while her jaw clenched. He led her back onto the elevator and climbed inside with her and pressed the button for the lobby.

Yet before the doors closed, Misa's purse dropped to the floor, grabbing Light's attention, and she bolted through the metallic doors just in time. Reacting quickly, Light jumped towards her but the doors were closing on him. He was nearly squished between them before they sensed him and began pulling back, but Misa still had a three second head start of him, and she could run in heels. She wasn't just running but sprinting like an athlete in four inch stiletto Report Signature heels. Her blond bun bounced wildly as Light ran after her but never got in reach. There was a crashing sound as she pushed the doors open just as Light was reaching for her. She evaded his grab attempt and ran past both Ide and Matsuda. Light could not yell in time before Misa's eyes locked down on the back of L's head and released a high pitch, banshee-like cry. Slightly jumping, L turned around in his seat which gave Misa the view of her target: his neck.

She dove at him, screaming crazily. The both fell forward and the chair beneath L shot from under him and two pairs of feet flung in the air, one heel dropping to the floor. Light ran over and so did Aizaiwa and the other shocked investigators. Misa was on top of L, digging her manicured nails into his neck, cutting off his air supply and crushing his abdomen with her body weight. L pushed on her shoulders with one arm because the other was pinned under Misa's knee. He may have been able to push her off but she had the element of surprise.

Luckily before any real damage could be done, Light and Aizawa pulled her off, and Aizaiwa and Mogi held her away from L like she was a criminal. Misa still screamed maniacally and fought against the strong arms of the men who were holding her down, kicking and screaming and threatening every one of them.

"Are you all right?" Light asked as L sat up. The detective coughed harshly and rubbed his neck but nodded. On his throat were small, red, crescent shapes and scratches from her nails. "Are you sure? Should we take you to the hospital?"

Before he could answer back, Misa began shouting; this time coherently. "I'll fucking kill him! Let me kill him, that ungodly piece of shit!"

"Misa you need to calm down."

"Let go!" She continued to kick and fight, even trying to bite and snap at Aizawa's arm. Her eyes were wide and fierce like a cougar's. She leered at Light and shook with rage. "You're not who I thought you were," she hissed, "You're not even who you think you are. You don't even remember, but once you do, you'll be crawling back for me." Aizawa and Mogi pulled her to her feet, making her lean slightly on the left side because of the missing heel. Her hair was messy and looked like blond, spiral wires protruding from her head. Light and L stared at her.

"C'mon Misa," Mogi said, "I think you need to go home and calm down."

She gave Light one last look as she was led away without any resistance. L rubbed his stomach; Misa had luckily sat on top of his pelvis and he was sure the baby had not been harmed. The only injuries he sustained were the nail and scratch marks on his throat.

Watari appeared just seconds after Misa was escorted. "Ryuuzaki," he said, noting Light and L on the floor and the wounds on L's neck, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm not sure." He looked up at the brunet who's eyes were wide and staring where Misa disappeared. "Light, what exactly did Misa mean by you not remembering?"

Light tore his eyes away from the door and looked at L in his arms. "I'm not sure," he said, "I think she was just upset from our breakup."

The detective continued to observe him but Light looked away. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as Misa's voice and the voice in his dream echoed in his ears.

“This isn't who you are.”

"You're not even who you think you are."

The similarities were eerie, so much that it could not be a coincidence. Light never spoke of the dream he had this morning, but something told him Misa knew something he didn't. As he helped L to his feet and put his chair upright, he glanced at the monitor that was constantly fixed on Higuchi. Could it be that they had the wrong guy bound?
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Rem had been spending the days floating listlessly through the halls and observing humans, especially when they were unaware of it. When she heard commotion coming from the investigation room, she was surprised to find Misa on top of L. When she was taken away, Rem followed, her fingers itching to write a certain brunet name down on its pages; Light Yagami had gone back on his word--a word he did not remember but was still significant--and Misa had been hurt. If she were capable of emotions, she may have been enraged.

Yet, as Misa shook off the men and told them she was going straight home, she caught Rem's eye and smiled something cunning and wicked. Then she lifted her hands in the "okay" sign to the reaper behind the men. She strapped her shoe back on and went on her merry way as if she did not try to claw out L's esophagus. Though, she really wanted to, Rem did not take out her Death Note. Misa seemed to have a plan, and Rem was very interested to see what it was.