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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 16
It was difficult, getting used to wearing one of those things internally for a few hours each day. It felt kind of good, a filling, stretching sensation, but there was something terribly disgraceful about it, even though it was hidden under layers of clothing and nobody should know.
Well, Watari probably knew; he knew everything. It was likely that everyone else had entirely stopped watching the L and Light private porn show, but Watari was obviously concerned and he wanted to know that L wasn't being hurt or tricked or letting some crucial clue slip past. Well, at least Watari had given up on stopping the sex. That was really his only redeeming feature. Light hoped that Watari fast-forwarded through that stuff as quickly as possible.
L was getting quite excited about the entire process of stretching with butt plugs. It was almost disturbing; the kind of sexual monster L was turning into, even though he hadn't really done anything yet. L was still the uke every time, and enjoying it just as much as ever, but he was more forceful, sometimes almost predatory, and Light could swear he saw L's perverted imagined plans lurking in the depths of those eyes, plans that were just waiting until L's experiment was complete.
When Light was wearing a butt plug, L made sure to take frequent trips to the bathroom just to inspect it and decide whether it needed more lubricant or if it was time yet to remove it for the rest of the day. Each new day when the time came to insert a new butt plug, L went about the procedure with one of those enigmatic half-smiles that were the closest things to real smiles that Light ever saw on L. L always tried to use a larger size than the day before. It often didn't work, but he tried.
L was intense about the process, constantly questing. He reminded Light of a stereotypical mad scientist from a movie, always checking on his experiment with a kind of creepy glee. Still, Light reminded himself that L was doing this for a good reason. It was supposed to make it painless when L finally was allowed to be on top. L didn't have to wait. He'd been offered the seme role without such preparation, and he'd turned it down. It really was a kind of favor, no matter how embarrassing it felt.
Even so, when various task force members glanced at Light while he was wearing one of those things, no matter how innocuous their expressions, Light couldn't shake the feeling that they somehow knew, and that they were secretly laughing at him.
Light made sure to take out his frustration on L. This was best done by making L spend a lot of time practicing deep-throating on chocolate-covered frozen bananas, but only when they were in their room. There was no way L should ever do something like that in front of the others - it would just add to the embarrassment from the terribly public nature of everything that had gone on so far. Enough was enough. But watching L choke over and over again on those frozen bananas made it easier to wear the butt plugs. Yes, L was getting some payback. He wasn't the only one to suffer from a rigorous course of sexual training.
The sex itself had settled into a schedule most of the time. In the mornings, unless L tried to get up and go to work too early, Light would pounce him at some point, usually during their shower or immediately after, and give him oral sex. L never resisted, not once. It was easy to seduce him, to make him moan and tremble, and to make his legs give out if he were standing at the time. It made Light feel powerful to see L being such a helpless slave to his own instincts, but it also had a purpose in the plan.
L was an obvious sex addict. He'd discovered a new pleasure and was falling for it hard, and for the time being all the obstructions from others had disappeared. Light knew he needed to use this window of opportunity to make sure that L's instincts and desires overwhelmed his logic as much as possible. The bond needed to be strengthened and every advantage had to be pounced on, before the month ran out and others tried to break up the relationship again. The best bait to use on L was plenty of orgasms.
Light didn't always satisfy himself during those morning sessions. Sex happened nearly every evening anyway, and Light just didn't have the same drive that L did, to go at it twice a day every day. When he did let L return the favor in the morning, it was usually oral, to help L further practice his techniques. L was learning, but not as fast as Light hoped. L had a very talented mouth, but an unskilled throat. Well, battling physical reflexes required a different set of skills than intelligence alone, so it made sense that L wouldn't just pick up the technique immediately. L was getting there, slowly, but he was obviously frustrated by his inability to simply figure it out and be done with it.
In any case, blowjobs by L were still sinfully delightful. The things L could do to the part of Light's penis that could fit in his mouth were unbelievably good. Light often had to spend extra time afterwards primping in front of a mirror in order to try to get the afterglow of sexual excitement off his face, or at least make it less obvious. There was no need for things to become even more public than they already were. Though, someday one part of this whole ordeal would be worthwhile: having all those videos for rewatching purposes. Every encounter except the very first had been preserved on video.
The evenings were when Light got what he liked best, pinning down a squirming, gasping L and penetrating him over and over until neither of them could take it any more. Judging from L's reactions, he liked it very much too, perhaps even better than oral. L really was a strange person.
More often than not, Light was able to use the promise of sex to manipulate L into going to bed earlier than normal. And, if it didn't seem to be working on a particular night, Light would tease L mercilessly with little "accidental" touching incidents and keep intensifying things until L got too worked up and gave in. These included everything from minor incidents of brushing his hand against L's up to major incidents of simply pulling L into closets for some serious making out, and then breaking it off as soon as L got really hot and bothered. Whenever things went that far, it made L decide quite fast that work was done for the day.
Just as predicted, the entire task force became involved in a fruitless mini-investigation of Nobuko Sato. Nothing new came up, though Matsuda became more convinced day by day that Nobuko had to be the real second Kira. Meanwhile, Light watched through various video feeds as his house was dismantled over the course of two days by an army of workers in biohazard suits. Every possession and each chunk of the house's structure was all being transported to a special warehouse where it was tagged, entered into the records and then meticulously pulled apart by Wedy. It took her a week and a half to get through everything that had been delivered to her.
Light didn't even have a moment of worry. He knew he was too well-organized and had far too good a memory to have left some forgotten scrap of death note paper behind. He felt a bit mournful about the loss of the house, but it hadn't been his home for more than half a year now, and it would be rebuilt, an exact copy to stand in the same place.
The surveillance on Misa revealed absolutely nothing further that sparked L's interest, just exceedingly boring phone conversations between Misa and other models, plus Misa's little routines around the apartment of watching television, reading, taking care of hygiene and food issues, and playing with her collection of creepy gothic dolls. Misa came to visit the front entrance of headquarters every other day or so, and each time Light was let off the chain and loaded with hidden microphones to meet her.
She was disappointed that he hardly ever kissed her. Her expectations had been raised too much after that one extreme make-out session to pay back L for kissing Matsuda. But, Misa never gave up, despite the lack of evidence. She was clearly obsessed and wanted to believe, and it was surprisingly easy to keep putting her off, soothing her with delaying tactics and little lies.
About everything other than sex, L had become more distant; his emotions surprisingly unreadable even by L's standards. Perhaps the only thing Light thought he could detect was a kind of stoic calm tinged with sadness. But L had to be feeling more than that. L had been given an ultimatum and he wasn't making a bit of progress. No new clues were coming from Yotsuba, Misa, the Nobuko Sato lead or the dismantling of Light's house, and the old clues were useless.
L ought to be worried. But, L did not seem concerned about the passing of time, even though half of his month was quickly gone, wasted on useless leads and searches. The only remotely interesting thing that happened was seeing Misa hire a Buddhist exorcist for her apartment. It was surprisingly expensive, and Light thought the ceremony was hilarious. Especially since the creature Misa was trying to exorcise was standing right behind Light and laughing the entire time.
Ryuk wasn't attached to a human any more, so shinigami rules kept him from staying in the human world for a long time at a single stretch. But there was no rule against frequent visits, and he made sure to be around whenever it seemed something interesting was coming up.
As Ryuk had said one time, "Light, I may as well squeeze as much entertainment out of you as I can. At least L hasn't given up on catching you."
No, L hadn't given up, but sometimes it almost seemed as if he had. L wasn't trying as much as he could, or if he was, he was hiding it somehow. It almost reminded Light of L's depression immediately after moving into the investigation building, when he was beginning to suspect that Kira couldn't be caught at all.
Rem became calmer the entire time. She was seeing the case truly stall, a trend that would only continue, so of course she calmed. Light thought he even saw a bit of appreciation and respect on her face as she watched his plan continue to unfold, exactly as he'd told her it would. The main thing that still bothered Rem was Misa's romantic future. She had taken to blathering on about it, how Misa needed to be dumped in a way that would cause her the least amount of pain and trouble, and that things shouldn't be drawn out too much.
Soichiro also put pressure on L to give permission for Light to officially end the relationship with Misa, and his arguments only became more insistent with time.
Just one week before the ultimatum would run out, Soichiro came up behind L, spun his chair around to look him in the face, and said, "Ryuzaki, you've made that poor girl suffer long enough. If you don't let Light break up with her soon, I'll tell her you're having a relationship with him."
Matsuda said, "Yeah, poor Misa-Misa! She still thinks Light is going to marry her."
L said, "I was expecting this. Yes, Light should break up with Misa today or tomorrow, but only if we can film the entire event. If Misa is the second Kira, she might let something slip in those circumstances, or even decide to turn against Light."
Matsuda said, "Turn against... you mean, kill? Light could die?"
Aizawa replied, "Idiot! If Misa is the second Kira, then Light is almost certainly the first Kira. If that happened, it would solve the case to have the Kiras attack each other and it wouldn't be a bad thing."
L was watching very closely. Light could almost feel the weight of that unreadable stare.
L said, "It would be a bad thing. If that happened, everyone here that Misa knows the name of could die immediately."
L took a sip of coffee and then said, "Please organize some police officers to help us, but not those who helped with Higuchi's blockade, since their memories were affected and Kira might be able to control them. If Light or anyone else starts dying, we need people who won't be affected to rush in and restrain Light and Misa. I think that those with Kira's power probably cannot kill when they are restrained."
"Yes," Aizawa said, "I can work with Ide again to recruit some men who weren't on the team to arrest Higuchi. It'll probably take a day or two."
"Good," L said, and then turned his chair to face Wedy.
"Wedy, I do not want the NPA to know that Misa and Light are suspects unless we have no choice. The original leak, before Light ever became a suspect, was from the NPA. If Light is not Kira, then Kira has a connection with the NPA and could decide to frame Light or Misa if it were ever realized they are suspects. So, if the officers Aizawa and Mogi assemble are waiting outside Misa's apartment, they might realize Misa is a suspect even if they never go inside. We can't have Misa and Light break up in Misa's apartment. It needs to be a place with a similar sense of privacy, probably a hotel suite, and there should be hidden cameras and microphones everywhere."
Light said, "Ryuzaki, if I invite Misa to a hotel, she'll think we're going to have sex. You should rent a cafe or something and fill it with fake customers."
L said, "It can't be helped. If Misa believes she's in a private place, she might act differently. We have only one chance to get the sort of clues she might leak in this situation."
L paused and pressed a finger to his bottom lip. "It might be a good idea to attempt to make Misa as angry as possible."
Light said, "Ryuzaki, I'm not going to do that. It's cruel."
"Are you afraid Misa might be the second Kira and will kill you for leaving her? She is extremely obsessed. I am not sure if she would accept your decision to dump her."
L knew this was coming. Dad's intentions have been obvious for at least a week. L should have had the arrangements ready before now. He purposely made sure I'd have a day or two to contemplate killing Misa.
"You'll see," Light said, "Misa might get angry or refuse to believe I'm truly leaving her, but nothing will happen. But you already know that. If I were Kira, Misa would have been dead a long time ago. You yourself have said that Misa still being alive is one part of your case against me that doesn't make any sense."
"That is true."
"And, all of her pain is your fault."
L looked surprised. "My fault?"
Light crossed his arms, took a deep breath and said, "I would have dumped her months ago, when we were first chained together, if you hadn't ordered me not to, so that she wouldn't leak investigation secrets. I haven't been leading her on and giving her false hope. You have. She was just a stalker who got out of hand until you became involved in it."
"I suppose you're right."
"So," Light said, "that means it's your responsibility to help her."
"What?"
"You need to help her find a new boyfriend. Also, if she's in too much pain after I leave her, you need to get her into counseling or something."
L had one of those almost-smiles tug at the corners of his lips. "Light, this isn't a dating service, it's an investigation."
"Ryuzaki, I'm not asking you to use the investigation's resources for this. I'm asking you to use your own resources. It would be simple for you to hire the very best professional matchmakers, psychiatrists, or whatever else you need to make Misa happy. And I know you've noticed the way she reacts to the real Hideki Ryuga on her movie set. If I didn't exist, she'd probably be chasing him. You could create some scheme so that they spent more time together."
Light took a chance and glanced at Rem briefly. She looked as if she approved. Matsuda did as well, but the rest of the investigators just looked bewildered or exasperated.
L said, "It isn't like you to be so concerned about Misa."
"I feel sorry for her. I don't like her, but I don't hate her either and she's been through a lot. Her parents died in front of her and she's been falsely accused of being a mass-murderer all this time. Misa doesn't deserve the bad things that have happened to her. Both of us owe her some help."
L said, "I will see about some arrangements, but the Kira investigation comes first."
The rest of the day, L had a look as if he were planning something. Well, he always had that look to some extent, but this was more pronounced, and Light was sure it had nothing to do with planning to fix Misa's life and make her happy. That sort of planning wouldn't make L look as if he were anticipating something. It wouldn't make L look so hungry.
When L wanted to go to bed much earlier than usual, Light was pretty sure he knew what it was about, and he was right. No sooner had they entered their bedroom than L got a few things from the newly-installed cabinets and dressers, and then literally pulled Light into bed using the chain.
L was impatient, needy, excited. He didn't bother with trying to send for Watari to unlock the handcuffs, but ripped both his own shirt and Light's shirt, destroying them to keep them from dangling on the chain. Then L was kneeling down and pushing Light onto his back, and Light was at once being overwhelmed, almost attacked, with sloppy kisses interspersed with aggressive little bites along his neck, and L's thin hands alternately sliding along the edges of his torso and pressing him down into the bed, pinning him.
Every movement felt charged, laden with heat and desire, a little battle that Light was letting L win. L pressed a knee between Light's legs and began grinding hard, not the least bit gentle, and something about the way he did it was arousing and frightening all at once. This was a wild, untamed version of L, and Light had the feeling that there was anger bubbling somewhere beneath L's outward emotions.
Light reached upward and started undoing the front of L's jeans. Light could already feel the hard lump there, and he stroked it through the fabric a few times before finally releasing it from the confines of cloth into his hands, feeling the intense warmth of it and the way a shiver ran through L at the first touch.
Between pants, L said, "I'm going to penetrate you tonight."
Light whispered, "I know."
L's aggression continued throughout the undressing process. When he got Light's shoes off, he flung them away so hard they made loud thumps as they hit the wall. And then, once both of them were nude, L went to work, meticulous as ever, using the sex toys he'd brought to work inside Light and open him up. L had figured out where the prostate was and hit it nearly every time, causing surges of warmth and tension to move through Light's pelvis, as Light's erection became almost embarrassingly stiff and aching.
It was difficult to relax and trust L. Some part of Light was certain L would do something that would cross a boundary. Would insatiable, perverted L be too surprising and dominating in the seme role? If so, it wouldn't be fun at all, just something to get through and endure until the roles were switched again. But, even though L kept replacing the sex toys with wider ones until he'd inserted a probe nearly as wide as a penis, Light never felt that painful stretch he expected, that almost tearing feeling he'd had to get used to before.
Then, L was spreading lubrication on himself, crouching between Light's spread legs. L placed his hands on either side of Light's shoulders and then, hovering above, he started to move forward slowly. Light felt the tip penetrating him; it was hard and wet and he wanted to instinctively pull back, but he breathed slowly and deliberately, reminding himself that it didn't hurt at all.
No, in fact he felt a gentle spreading sensation within as L continued to slowly, ever so slowly, slide inside, gasping and trembling above him, his stare intense, his teeth biting and worrying at his own lip. L looked so... surprised. Light wasn't sure if L liked it or not.
L stopped halfway in, burying his face in the nook between Light's head and shoulder, breathing heavily, still trembling just slightly. L had to be coaxed into pushing in the rest of the way, and then once he was completely inside, he had to be coaxed into thrusting.
It didn't hurt, not even slightly, instead it was a wonderfully filling sensation, and L was so cautious Light felt silly for worrying. L's thrusts were slow and erratic, and his trembling became almost imperceptible, but it never really went away for more than a few moments. L didn't seem to know where to place his hands. At last he settled for tightly gripping the points of Light's shoulders.
Light squirmed underneath L, wrapping his legs around those slender, sharp hips to pull himself up into the thrusts at just the right angle. He wanted L inside him, deep within that slippery sensitive place, and he squeezed L a little with his internal muscles and then smiled at the way the trembling, which had almost gone away, returned strongly. L did penetrate further at this angle, a hard slippery length that was so very warm and rubbed in exactly the right places.
But L didn't have a proper sense of pace or speed. It was too slow. Light remembered how badly it used to hurt with Yamamoto and he couldn't find the courage to ask L to speed up. Yes, it was probably better to gently ease into things. The absence of pain was delicious, and it felt like a minor miracle to experience the good sensations without anything awful to spoil them.
Light needed to see that face, so he pulled L away from his shoulder, kissing and licking L's pale chin and working toward the mouth. L looked so shocked, almost dazed or maybe even upset. With his face, it was always hard to be sure exactly what he was feeling. Light kissed and kissed, nibbling gently at L's surprisingly delicate lips, teasing out a few moans and shudders as L gradually moved from an erratic rhythm to a steady one. L was driving in deeply now, penetrating far with each excruciatingly slow thrust, and Light felt empty every time L withdrew. He wanted L to be buried in him, to merge their flesh completely.
L's hands were clenching tightly on his shoulders, L's eyes closed as he allowed Light to lick and bite everywhere around his mouth and to slide that tongue within, L's skin so pale it almost seemed luminescent, his eyelashes and hair stark black in a delicious contrast. L's nipples were hard, rubbing constantly along Light's chest in a back-and-forth rhythm with the thrusts, and L's stomach was warm and just slightly slick with sweat, pressing down on Light's erection in the trapped space between their bodies.
It was difficult to get used to being on the bottom again, but it didn't hurt, and everything felt good, and L wasn't at all frightening. L was a trembling, moaning wreck, easy to control and manipulate. L's pace was creating a powerful, slowly building arousal. Light wanted more and more, straining to press their bodies together, running his hands along L's back and making him shiver, whispering encouragement to him, squeezing him with the internal muscles to feel more of that delicious pressure and to see him jerk unsteadily and his eyes fly open in shock. L was helpless, truly helpless. He was on top but not in control.
The leisurely fucking was creating a tremendous tension that needed to be released; it was electric and hard and wet and almost unbearable. Each of L's slow thrusts pushed Light higher into a state of sheer need and want, a kind of mindless, instinctual desperation. It felt as if his penis was too hard and it would burst, as if his mind was unraveling just slightly at the edges. His orgasm was so close, a heavy, intense building and gathering sensation, his balls drawn up incredibly tight, a feeling like all the blood in his body was rushing toward his groin, leaving it engorged and so very ready, and yet L kept him in that state, nearly there but with no release. Each thrust brought him more of that exquisite hot tightness, that need to explode.
When Light couldn't stand it any more he slipped a hand between their bodies, buried his tongue in L's mouth, and gave himself some hard, quick strokes. The pressure of the fast jerks and the enclosing presence of his fingers were just right to tip the balance. As L gave out a muffled moan, everything that had built up so unbearably in Light suddenly came unraveled at once, concentrating to a point of white-hot pleasure centered in his penis and then moving outward in the sweetest waves of bliss. Light clutched L hard, seeing white behind his closed eyelids and somehow feeling that white in his entire body at once, the senses of sight and touch briefly merged.
L made a sound halfway between a grunt and a purr, thrust a few more times and then buried his face against the side of Light's neck and released what felt like an immense quantity of shockingly warm liquid. It was hot and sticky and it seemed somehow very right to have it in there, as if now they had fully consummated their relationship by doing it both ways. L's penis was twitching, and he let out a low, drawn-out breathy moan before going very still.
Light pushed him onto his side and held him close. L was warm and soft and clung to Light like a monkey. He was losing his erection but refused to withdraw, staying inside.
What was that about? I could swear he was angry, and then he goes from being aggressive to being helpless.
Light brought his face close to L's, almost nose to nose, and gently brushed the hair away from his eyes, searching them for any clue to L's mood. L had that completely unreadable stare again, the one that seemed to be his most frequent expression.
Light said, "Did you like it?"
L muttered, "The entire time I thought I was going to come. I had to fight it. I'm not good at this, am I?"
"It was nice."
Light felt as if he should say more.
Light said, "Uh, thank you for making sure you didn't hurt me. You waited and worked hard for this, even though I didn't ask you to."
L said nothing, but his face looked even more blank and neutral than before. Light held him and softly pet him, but it didn't seem to make a difference in L's mood.
L was like that for the next day and a half, right up to the break-up with Misa. He was neutral, unreadable and emotionally retreating much of the time, though sometimes Light thought he could sense a subtle anger hidden just beneath the surface. At times, he even had the feeling that L might be about to say something insulting to him, but L never did.
During sex, L was passionate and clearly interested, yet his reactions were more confused and muddled than before, a morass of conflicting urges, and the only thing L would ever say about it was that he was afraid of coming too soon whenever he was on top. But there was more. There had to be more. Light could almost imagine L tearing open at the seams beneath the surface. Something about his equilibrium, his hidden depths, was disturbed.
Was it that L now realized he was in a relationship, and he didn't know how to deal with it? Light hoped things would improve once Misa was completely out of the picture. Or maybe L just needed time to settle down and accept his fate. That was probably it. This was a guy who supposedly hadn't had a friend in his life before. Of course he didn't know what to do with a lover. It probably bewildered the hell out of him.
Breaking up with Misa did happen in a hotel room, despite Light's protests that it would make Misa entirely too hopeful that something else was about to happen. The place was even more ridiculously overloaded with hidden cameras and microphones than Light had ever seen before. Even the hallways, bathrooms and public areas throughout the entire hotel had been bugged and filled with hidden cameras, Light supposed in case one of them decided to run.
L was either getting paranoid again, or he was just overdoing everything worse than ever because there was nothing else he could do. L was trapped. He'd already been outsmarted, and Light couldn't help but secretly gloat about it.
When Light entered the hotel room, his clothes loaded with even more microphones than usual, Misa was sitting on the bed, wearing skimpier clothing than he'd ever seen her in before. She looked so hopeful that he wanted nothing other than to smash her in the face.
She's a mass murderer who killed innocent policemen, not for a justifiable reason such as to create a utopia, but merely to meet someone she idolized. Misa has always been trouble and she doesn't deserve to be loved by anyone, or to have a god of death on her side. How can she do so much wrong and still get off the hook so easily?
Before Light could take two steps into the room, Misa was spouting some stupid lovesick babble and had run to him and hooked her arm into his. He gently tried to pry her off, then roughly shook free of her when that didn't work.
Ryuk laughed and said, "I really wish you weren't getting rid of her, Light. Sometimes Misa causes you more problems than L does."
Light said, "Misa, this is serious. Sit down. We need to talk."
"But, Light, isn't this time for us now?"
Misa's hand went to the zipper on the side of her skirt, but Light gently swatted it away.
Best to get this over with quickly, so I can leave. With Misa, there's no such thing as letting her down easy. Even Rem should understand that.
"Misa, we need to break up."
Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes went wide.
In a voice choked with disbelief, she said, "What?"
Rem turned away with an uncomfortable look on her face, but stayed in the room.
Ryuk said, "I wonder if she'll decide you can't possibly be telling the truth and start stalking you to win you back."
Light said, "Misa, I told you I would try to be your boyfriend, but that was more than six months ago. At first I was being polite because your feelings were obviously strong. Then, I felt sorry for you because of the false accusations. I experienced the same thing, and I know how horrible it was, and I didn't want to leave you alone. But, I have given our relationship plenty of time and my feelings are not developing. I can't force my emotions. We shouldn't stay together any longer."
Misa slumped to the floor, on her knees, looking down and breathing heavily. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face, obscuring it.
She said, "I risked my life for you, to catch Higuchi so you wouldn't die. I'm still ready to die for you, to do anything you want. I don't care if you have to pretend to like me. Use me however you want, for anything you want. I'll risk my life again. I'll do kinky things. Just tell me what you want. You'll never find another woman like me. Don't send me away."
"Misa, I can't use a woman that way. It isn't right to continue our relationship if I don't have feelings for you. Please understand. It would make me happy to see you dating someone else."
Misa was still looking down at the floor, and her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
In a very quiet voice, she said, "It's because I didn't do everything you asked, isn't it? I can fix that. I'll be completely obedient from now on."
"No, Misa. I'm leaving because of my own feelings, not because of anything you did or didn't do. We would have never worked out. I don't care how obedient you are. I want a woman I can feel real emotion for. I don't hate you, Misa, but I don't want to spend time with you. There isn't any spark between us. I need to look for a woman I can really love."
"It is because I didn't obey. Don't you remember? Just after they released me, you said you would love me forever if I went to a certain place and dug something up. You gave me the directions, but I never dug anything up, and now you don't love me."
Light's heart skipped a beat as Ryuk launched into a laughing fit behind him.
Light tried to keep his face completely neutral and thought desperately of what to do. The death note had been moved, but only a short distance. He hadn't had time that rainy night to pick a completely new hiding place when there were so many errands. L would not hesitate to dig up every bit of soil for a large distance around.
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