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The Sugar Cube Fort	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 16: IN LOVE
L had thought they'd need some elaborate plan to extract the hidden location of the second death note from Light and Misa, but the solution turned out to be surprisingly simple. Rem remembered where that death note had originally been buried before Light had sent her to Higuchi, and when they checked the location, they discovered Misa had just re-used the same hiding place. When it was dug up, L made sure he was the only one who touched it, and then he burned it. This proved false the rule that said humans who had touched the death note would die if it were destroyed, and it would also keep Ryuk from having an extra death note to give to a human. If Ryuk ever did manage to get another death note, it would probably take years.
When the team returned to headquarters, all of Misa's memories concerning shinigami and death notes were gone, so she was let out of her cell and put back in her suite of rooms where she had lived before, under constant watch. She would not be allowed to leave the building until Light died, and by that time she would have a manager and a bunch of bodyguards who were all L's employees, watching over her to prevent self-harm until an incident could be staged to justify putting her in an insane asylum.
Rem was immensely relieved that Misa no longer hated her. Should she ever reintroduce herself to Misa? Rem couldn't decide if it was a good idea or not, so she waited and did nothing. Still, she found herself sneaking up to Misa's rooms frequently and watching the girl go about her daily activities. Misa had no idea Light was about to die, and she seemed immensely bored most of the time, reading endless magazines delivered to her room by Matsuda, and spending hours working on her hair and nails. Even though Misa was bored and cut off from Light, she was mildly happy, though, because she'd been told that all Kira suspicions had been lifted from both of them, and that she'd be set completely free in a few days.
A thorough search of Misa's apartment and every place she frequented failed to turn up any death note scraps. There were probably some scraps hidden out there in weird places, but without her memory Misa would never access them, and anyone who found them by accident would be extremely unlikely to write down any names on them. At worst, there would just be a few random people out there who were capable of seeing Ryuk, but they'd probably never realize that.
As the end of the week drew closer, it became clear there wasn't any additional Kira. Soichiro was looking worse and worse in his holding cell. L had taken to having frequent long talks with him in an effort to cheer him up and convince him that committing suicide because of his son being Kira was the wrong action to take. L's attempts at emotional rapport were awkward. He obviously felt sorry for Soichiro, but he didn't know what to say. L finally fell back on his strong point, logic, arguing that if Light died just as the Kira killings stopped and then Soichiro committed suicide, it might lead someone to suspect that Light had been Kira and thus end with the torture of Soichiro's wife and daughter. That idea, along with the argument that losing both a father and a brother/son would be too difficult a burden for the surviving family members, seemed to convince Soichiro not to kill himself. Still, the man was miserable beyond belief.
Finally, on the sixth day, Ryuk said, "I kind of expected Light to hatch a brilliant plan to escape, but it looks like it isn't happening. I'll kill him tomorrow night unless he gets himself out before then."
L was able to bribe Ryuk with a lot of apples to get him to agree that he'd write down a painless cause of death for Light instead of heart failure. Aizawa and Mogi accused L of being deliberately soft on his friend, but L explained that it was important to make Light's death seem as unrelated to Kira as possible, and that all civilized nations which used the death penalty tried their best to have painless executions.
Once that had been arranged, L pressed the button on the microphone that connected to Soichiro's cell and said, "Chief Yagami, I have a proposal for you. It will only work if both you and Light agree to it, and I'm asking you first. I do not know if this would be a good idea or not. It might make things much better and allow some closure for you and your family, or it might make things even more painful. I will let you decide what is best for yourself, your daughter and your wife."
Soichiro looked up at the camera, his face a mixture of stress, concern and hope. He said, "What is it?"
L said, "Ryuk has said he will kill Light with a painless death tomorrow night. I propose to ask Light to return ownership back to Rem, erasing his memories. It would render him harmless even if he does have notebook scraps hidden somewhere. Then, you could take him home, and he'd have a day and a half to say goodbye to his family, as a normal person rather than as Kira."
Soichiro mopped his brow with his sleeve. He appeared deep in thought for several minutes, pacing nervously. Finally, Soichiro said, "He would be as he was before he found the notebook?"
"Yes," L said, "although he will remember everything that doesn't relate directly to the notebooks or shinigami, so he might be very confused and scared, and if he thinks about recent events much he'll probably suspect himself of being Kira. If both of you decide to follow this plan, it might end up being even more painful than letting him die alone in his cell. But, it also might help you and your family."
Soichiro began sobbing. He said, "I... maybe it makes me a bad person... but I love him. I still love him even though he's killed thousands. I want my son back, even if it's just for a day and it's all an illusion. His mother and his sister... they deserve to see him one last time."
L said, "I understand. I will approach Light with this plan."
Then L turned off the microphone, spun his chair around to face the other investigators, and said, "As we discussed before, anyone who touches an unowned notebook can be forced into one murder, as well as having their memories tampered with. Nobody should touch the notebook."
Then L jumped from his chair, put his hands in his pockets, and started walking toward the elevator. He was obviously going to visit Light in person. Rem and Ryuk both followed. Light's cell was at the end of a long hallway in one of the basements. Light was sitting on a very simple cot, little more than a big shelf padded with cloth. His feet were on the floor and his hands resting lightly on his knees. The look in his eyes was defiant. He said nothing as L crouched on the floor a few feet on the other side of the bars. L wrapped his arms around his knees and gazed at the floor. He looked vulnerable and child-like.
In a very soft voice, L said, "Light, Ryuk will kill you tomorrow night in a painless way."
Light sneered and said, "Did you come here to gloat? Is that it, L?"
L's head snapped upward. "No, I came here because your father wants something. He would like you to give up your memories and go home to spend the rest of your life with your family."
An evil little smile spread across Light's face. He said, "I haven't lost yet, L. I have a plan. As soon as this perverted, cheating shinigami realizes how much she's hurting Misa, she'll bring my death note here, and with my plan I'll kill everyone and free myself and Misa."
L said, "Don't you think I've taken precautions against that? If anything even slightly like that begins to happen, Watari can kill you by pressing a button. Those things that look like vents are actually release points for poison darts."
Light laughed. He said, "Even if that isn't a bluff, I've planned my way around worse obstacles."
Ryuk chuckled and said, "This is what I like about Light. He keeps things interesting. I wonder if he can pull this one off?"
Light's voice took on a purring quality as he said, "Of course I'll pull this one off. I know exactly how much Rem loves Misa. Rem, I'm sure no matter what deal you've made the investigators will never let Misa go, and without me, Misa will never be happy. She'll probably even kill herself. Is that what you want to happen?"
Rem said, "Light Yagami, the investigators will put Misa in a situation where she'll be happier and safer than she ever would have been with you. You are a vile human being. Do not think that you can manipulate me."
Light glanced at L and said, "It's him, isn't it? You've fallen in love with him, haven't you? Rem, you can't be in love with Misa and L at the same time. Misa is going to get hurt, and your regret will eat you up. Just think for once, Rem. Stop being stupid."
Rem looked down at L and thought about Light's words. Light was correct, in a way. Misa was going to get hurt, but Rem had already decided that Misa was on such a path of destruction that there wasn't any happy ending in sight. Rem had merely tried to pick the least hurtful path. If Rem had been able to put any trust in Light, things might have turned out differently. But, even so, Rem realized that her growing attachment to L had also been a big factor in her decision. After all, she hadn't had any guarantee that she would be able to get a good deal for Misa as had actually happened. The entire attempt to make a deal with L had been an enormous gamble. But, L was so nice to be with, and Rem felt so protective of him. As time went on, he seemed increasingly attractive. His unique appearance and all his little habits were enormously endearing. Rem loved to watch him eating and rearranging his food, with his dark eyes so very thoughtful, and the things he said were always interesting. As Rem pondered, she recognized the feeling swelling within her.
"Yes," she said, "I'm in love with Ryuzaki."
L startled, looking for a moment as if he might fall sideways from his crouch on the floor. He cocked his head to the side at looked up at Rem, his eyes wide and shiny, swimming with curiosity. He said, "I do enjoy your company, Rem. I suppose this means you'll stay around after your connection with Light has been severed?"
"Yes," Rem said, "since there is nothing for me in the shinigami realm, I will probably divide my time between yourself and Misa once Light dies."
L smiled warmly and said, "My soreness from our marathon session a week ago has faded and I'm starting to get horny again. Why don't we engage in activities tonight?"
Ryuk snorted and said, "Don't be gross! You two can talk in private about these things, can't you?"
Light said, "Rem, L isn't in love with you. Despite what Misa says about love at first sight, humans don't fall in love during anything like the short time span you've known L. He's pretending to return your affection in order to manipulate you. He knows my plan could work and he's trying to block it by making sure you're fully seduced. Don't betray Misa for this guy's lies. If you look deep within, you'll know I'm right."
Rem looked at L, and he gazed back. His expression was the same as it often was, deep, intelligent and unreadable. As Rem gazed into his mirror-black eyes, she did think she could almost see the wheels turning inside his brain. L was certainly thinking, planning, calculating. The emotions he had shown to her could indeed be part of a scheme. Rem was sure L felt something toward her, but it was impossible to say what he felt. In his eyes, Rem was probably little more than a curiosity.
L said, "I never claimed to be in love with Rem. But, Rem seems to enjoy what we have and I get pleasure from it as well."
Light growled, "L, you are some kind of incredibly sick pervert!"
L put a finger to his lip and tilted his head up to look at the ceiling. "I didn't used to think I was a pervert, but I guess the evidence speaks for itself."
Light lunged forward in one swift movement, slamming himself against the bars and reaching between the bars with his arms toward L. His straining fingers stopped a few inches shy of L's knees. Light was breathing heavily and a single trickle of sweat made its way slowly down his face. Light said, "How can you always be so calm about everything? How? You did come here to gloat, didn't you, you bastard!"
L unfolded his body from its crouch on the floor, rising up into his characteristic standing slouch. He said, "Now that we're done discussing the details of my love life, it is time to get back to the real issue. It is clear the shinigami isn't going to help you, plus Misa no longer has her memories or the eyes, and every possible plan you might use has already been blocked. The only choice you still have is whether you want to die here alone with your memories or die with your family without your memories. Think about your father's feelings. Think about what it would mean to your mother and sister."
Light slumped down, his arms still stretched out, sticking through the bars. He said, "You lie, L. I understand shinigami psychology much better than you do. Rem will help me, and you'll die. You can't trick me into losing by appealing to my sympathy for Dad, Mom and Sayu."
L stared at Light, the look in his round dark eyes intense and forceful. He said, "Why would I try to trick you with a scheme like this when I could forcibly erase your memories at any time? I could burn your notebook, and then you'd be harmless and you'd have no chance of getting your memories back. I already burned Misa's notebook, so I know it's safe to destroy yours."
Light's lip curled into a snarling position and he said, "Go fuck yourself, L. Or, go fuck your shinigami. I've already gotten myself out of worse situations than this. My plan will work, and then I'll be the one gloating over you. Rem will become more and more anxious about Misa as my time draws near. Rem will crack. I don't need to do anything. The situation itself will wear her down."
L said, "I was afraid you'd say something like that."
Then L was walking away, past several empty cells identical in design to Light's, with Rem and Ryuk trailing after him. Just as L opened the door at the end of the short hallway, he turned around and said, "We will be listening to you upstairs. The schedule has at least one investigator listening at all times. If you change your mind before your time runs out, I will try to get you together with your family immediately. Do think about your father's wishes, Light. I hate to see him in this much pain, and I hope you hate it too."
L slipped through the door and closed it behind him just as Light started shouting something unintelligible in angry tones. It sounded like it was mostly obscenities but the door closed too quickly to really hear it, and then it was just a muffled ranting on the other side. L was now in a much wider hallway. He walked down it a little distance and opened a door, going into a small hallway much like the one Light had been on, except that there were only two cells, and they were both larger and nicer, with attached private bathrooms. Soichiro was sitting on a folding chair in one cell.
L slowed as he caught sight of Soichiro, and looked almost ashamed. He walked until he was standing right in front of the bars and then dropped into a crouch.
L said, "I thought I would tell you this in person. Your son refused. He is still deluded into thinking he can escape. However, if you judge it to be a good idea, I can burn the notebook to force him to lose his memories and then you can take him home."
"No," Rem said, "if Midora is right, Light's death note belongs to Sidoh. Even if I tell the shinigami king that Sidoh's death note has been destroyed, there is a good chance he won't be allowed to get a new one. There are so few of us left that I cannot allow my inaction to cause a shinigami's death. Especially not Sidoh. He is imaginative and gentle."
L said, "You are set on this idea, Rem?"
"Yes. I will find something unpleasant to do if that death note is burned. I wish to return it to the shinigami realm."
Soichiro said, "You tried, Ryuzaki. I appreciate your efforts. This aspect of crime management is not something you are used to facing. As L, you just hand the criminals over and don't have to deal with them from then on."
"That is true," L replied, "and I am not sure of my judgment in these matters. My suggestion to you may have been a bad idea. I will leave you in peace."
With that, L returned upstairs to the main investigation room. There was a more relaxed atmosphere among the investigators, since the case had been solved and Misa's death note had been found and there was really nothing to do except keep watch over Light and Misa. Light was silent in his cell and mostly kept still, his eyes full of plans, often staring directly into the camera lens, his gaze seeming to lock onto Rem and penetrate her, mocking, pushing, trying to make her doubt her chosen path.
Despite the lower stress level among his co-workers, L seemed to be moping somewhat. He was like a child in so many ways, and from his own description of his isolated life, it seemed that perhaps he hadn't faced death so directly for some time. There were his parents' deaths, and the suicide of the almost-friend he'd vaguely mentioned, plus he must have encountered death in abstract ways countless times, through crime scene photos and reports. But perhaps he'd never gotten as close to a personal experience of death as he was now in Light's case.
L seemed distant and callous in some ways, but he was also very sensitive. Perhaps his distant manner and his sensitivity both came from being so sheltered. Rem remembered the investigators discussing how L had sat in a chair shaking when Ukita was killed by Misa, and then begged Aizawa in a voice broken with emotion to not rush off to his death as well.
As the hours went by, L consumed sweets at a much greater rate than Rem had ever seen before. He spent less time fiddling with his food and more time simply sucking it down, almost like a vacuum cleaner. He even had a few items of real food delivered to him amidst the mountain of sweets: a delicately charred slice of fish garnished with fruit slices and some kind of dark, leafy greens, a baked potato piled high with sour cream, and some kind of casserole containing rice and vegetables. He gobbled everything down with an intense ferocity, and gathered quite a few quizzical looks from the other investigators.
L's eating binge seemed to raise his spirits and he gradually became his old self, methodical and solid, sure of himself, focused and satisfied. He wasn't exactly cheerful, but it did seem his mind had drifted away from the morbid, complicated aspects of Light's death. He was even able to look up at the image of Light's cell on the monitor with his piercing dark eyes and not show the slightest hesitancy or sign of trouble.
By 3AM, the only other person in the main investigation room was Aizawa, tiredly monitoring a sleeping Light and Misa. L jumped up from his chair, looked at Rem and nodded sharply, then walked to the elevator. Rem waited a few moments so it wouldn't seem quite so obvious, but Aizawa really wasn't paying attention to anything behind him, so she quickly joined L on the elevator.
As soon as it started to rise, L said, "Rem, it is possible that I am using you. I want you to understand that so you don't get hurt. But, I was not lying when I said I enjoy being with you. It is more than the physical pleasure. I have never gotten along with humans very well, and you don't wear me down like most of them do. Also, since I never suspected anything like you existed before the Kira case, I am positively fascinated. My curiosity is drawing me in."
L's eyes were wide and child-like, and it did look as if their depths held a strong current of fascination and curiosity. He looked like a kid who had discovered something really neat and needed to explore it to its utmost.
Rem said, "I have harmed your reputation in front of the others. I see the disgusted looks they give you from time to time. Are you sure it is fine to continue our... relationship?"
L said, "They already know. Regardless of whether we continue or not, I'm sure they already think of me as the worst kind of non-criminal pervert that can exist. There really isn't any point in trying to change their opinions now."
As the elevator doors opened and they stepped out onto the fourteenth floor, Rem said, "Why did you admit your actions so easily when Light accused you? If you had lied, it would be less embarrassing."
L replied, "As a detective, I've often seen situations where people concealed sexual matters relating to a case in order to save themselves embarrassment. Sometimes these things turn out to be important in ways the participants never imagined, and it can greatly hamper an investigation. I hate it when that happens. I would be a hypocrite if I did the same. Plus, Light was trying to use that knowledge as a weapon against me. The best way to defuse that kind of situation is complete honesty. If I had lied, the truth may have come out later anyway, and in the meantime Light would have gained an edge over me."
Then L was walking into his bedroom and getting into various drawers and closets. He scampered about, his movements swift, giddy and excited. He seemed very much like a teenager in his attitude, body language and infectious excitement. Soon he had assembled an electric blanket, heat packs and a bottle of edible chocolate-flavored lube on the bed and was busily arranging pillows and peeling his clothing off. When L removed his boxers, Rem saw that he was already completely hard. He was getting used to this, learning to anticipate it.
L said, "What we did last time, with so many orgasms I lost count, we won't do that often. It was extremely satisfying and fulfilled my needs for days, but it also made me sore."
L arranged himself carefully on the electric blanket, then said, "Rem, I really do like what you do to me. I'm very glad you decided to stay. Are you ready?"
Rem nodded and began approaching the bed. She was in love, and she was about to make the man she loved very, very happy.
A/N (Author's Note):
Rem is in love, and has admitted it.
And I think of L as the kind of person who is brutally honest, that is, whenever he isn't being a manipulative liar. When L tells the truth, he really doesn't hold back.
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