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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 17: CRACK AND PAIRINGS
Rem phased through the bed and came up behind and underneath L, so that she was sitting behind him, with her legs on either side of his legs, the warm fuzzy electric blanket shielding L from her ice-cold body. He was so tiny, cradled in her grasp. She positioned her head so she had a good view of his face, a very easy feat since she was so much taller than him. Then, she wrapped her legs around his to pin them, so that when he started bucking and thrashing he'd stay relatively in one place.
L was very erect already, his swollen need standing upright between his legs, and his breathing was speeding up. He squirted chocolate-flavored lubricant into his hand and reached out, grasping himself firmly in both hands. A little moan escaped his lips as he began to pump himself slowly and relentlessly. After a few moments he said, "Rem, stroke me with your cold hands, make me shiver."
Did he mean his nipples? Was it possible to stroke nipples? Then Rem remembered that L sometimes lightly drew fingernails up and down his torso, leaving goosebumps behind. She reached down with both hands and let her ice-cold fingertips lazily trail up his sides and stomach. Enormous fields of goosebumps were left in the wake of her fingers. L shivered and moaned, saying, "Yes, Rem, just like that."
He was still stroking his cock, with those slow, leisurely strokes that meant he wanted to draw out the pleasure, let it build slowly. With his penis covered with so much chocolate lubricant, it looked almost like a chocolate popsicle. And then, as Rem continued to stimulate L's goosebump-covered torso, L decided to treat that penis exactly like a popsicle and leaned over as far as he could, panting, his mouth opening. Rem could sense the tremendous strain in his body. It must be truly difficult for him to bend over so far.
But, he reached his goal, wrapping his tongue around the head of his penis and slurping the tip right into his mouth, sucking on it greedily, making sounds like mumbling and sobbing mixed all together, as if he were trying to talk but couldn't get any intelligible words out. L's mouth worked furiously on the little bit of his cock that he could get into his mouth as his hands continued to stroke the shaft. He was lapping, sucking, rolling his tongue around the outside in a circle and using his lips to pull that sensitive, swollen head in and out of his mouth repeatedly.
Then he sprang back, his penis popping free of his lips, gasping, leaning backwards into Rem as he continued pumping with his hands, speeding up a bit and also starting the first real thrashing and bucking of this session. Rem watched his face and saw that he was deeply into it now. The oral sex always seemed to put him into a stronger stage of arousal. His dark eyes held hardly any thoughts at all; he was giving himself over to instinct, to the demands of his body. His face and eyes were broadcasting his pleasure as he twitched and moaned, saying a few English obscenities in a soft, husky voice. L looked so alluring, staring up at Rem completely unashamed, his face glowing with excitement and lust.
Rem slowly drew her fingers upwards, across L's chest, and began to circle each nipple. The little buds were already hard, standing out, but they stiffened more. Then Rem grasped each nipple between a finger and a thumb and pinched just slightly. L let out a tremendous moan and his shoulders slammed backwards into Rem hard as he arched his back. Rem suspected that L's hips would have risen a considerable distance off the bed if she hadn't had his legs pinned so well.
L was really getting worked up now. Rem continued to fondle his nipples and watched him go through the progressive stages she was learning to be familiar with, each stage so beautiful, with the increasingly stronger physical movements, back arching, neck arching, erratic jerks of his entire frame, and the panting moans that became deeper in tone and more and more frequently punctuated by words such as "fuck" or "yes" or even, to Rem's immense delight, occasional uses of "Rem."
Rem smirked as she decided to try something new. There were many structures inside the human body associated with the sex organs. Rem kept one hand playing with L's nipple and made the other incorporeal, phasing it inside L's body and feeling around. As long as it was incorporeal, he couldn't feel her, but she could still feel him. She wanted to try touching something other than the prostate this time. She ran her fingers through and around the various structures, feeling how complex the different body parts were, and how many of them were now engorged, obviously part of the entire arousal process. Where the shaft of his penis was attached to his groin it actually went further in just a bit. There were parts of L's penis that L was unable to touch, but Rem could. Then, Rem felt up the shaft of the penis. The inside structure was very complicated, with many fluid-filled chambers. L was continuously pumping, his hands moving directly through hers. Rem curled her fingers around, placing each fingertip into one fluid-filled chamber and then solidifying just the tips. She gently moved them, stirring the fluid around.
That very instant L's eyes widened and he shuddered, saying, "Oh, Nnhhnnnn, Nnnnhhhh..." and trailing off into a low husky moan, his torso swaying slightly.
Rem slowed her stirring and L said, "Nnnnnhhh, so good, don't stop."
Rem speeded up her stirring motions and was rewarded by an extreme intensity flashing into L's face all at once. It was so beautiful, his panting, passionate face on the edge of orgasm, as his whole body shook and thrashed. His cheeks were inflamed, his head thrown back, his eyes lovely behind dark, wet lashes, tendrils of his black hair also wet and sticking to his forehead. Rem continued the nipple-fondling and the penis-stirring, experimenting with speeding and slowing the stirring, bringing L just to the edge of orgasm again and again while he continued to pump himself. She felt like she was a puppet master and she had L on her strings. She could pull any string and make him respond in such a lovely way, make him happy, make him turned on, make him want it so bad. She was excited to think of all the lovely experiences in store for L in the future, as she learned everything about his body and developed greater and greater skill in playing with him in ways that no human ever could.
L liked this, he liked the long sessions where the high intensity was reached, and then prolonged. He let Rem bring him to the edge of orgasm and then hold it off so many times, and his face was more and more radiant, every bit of his soul visible in those pleasure-filled eyes, his facial expressions so unguarded, so honest, saturated with mindless emotion, letting his body lead him where it wanted to go, instinct taking over with movements both rhythmic and erratic.
"Oh, God," L muttered, "Oh, God."
His voice was strained and slightly deeper, with a tone in it a bit like pain, a demanding need begging for release. He was still stroking himself so relentlessly.
He choked, "Nnnnnnhhh, Rem, make me... make me come."
A thrill went through Rem at those words. It was so nice to hear him saying her name when he was extremely aroused, asking her to give him pleasure. He was using her name a lot this time. Though, he did have a reason to try to secure her affections now; perhaps it was a ploy to be absolutely sure she'd never listen to Light. But, Rem didn't care. L might not know it, but he'd already won her over completely and without any remaining doubts. He was... so splendid... such an amazing human, especially compared to Misa. His little attempts at manipulation, if that's what they were, didn't sicken Rem at all. She'd seen a real manipulator, Light. L hadn't done anything to her even slightly like what that bastard Light had done. In order for Rem's opinion of L to change now, he'd have to do something such as going back on his word and killing Misa.
Rem grabbed a heat pack, readied it, and spread some lube on it. As soon as L saw Rem was ready, he let go of his penis and clenched his fingers in the bed sheets by his sides. Rem wrapped L's cock in the hot wetness of the heat pack and L let out a needy moan at the touch. Rem started stroking L's penis at a fast rate, squeezing hard. Then, still pumping, she phased one hand through his body, reaching for the prostate, finding it very engorged and swollen. She just barely brushed it with her solidified fingertips, a hint of a touch, and L's entire body began shuddering. She manipulated the prostate with the tiniest bit of pressure, so gentle, and L let out a series of "Ah, ah, ah" noises, rising in pitch, each louder than the last, and he was thrashing hard now, every muscle in his body clenching and unclenching, and then Rem felt, even through the heat pack, a tightening in his penis, growing slightly stiffer, everything drawing together.
With one last tremendously loud "Ah," L's entire body seized up, tense and rigid, and then he was crying out in a moaning scream, his back arching as he spurted and his entire frame shook. His face was intense and very beautiful. His mouth was especially pretty, the lips flushed and full. The eyes closed for a few moments but Rem didn't need to look into his eyes to read the pleasure, it was written all over his face, and Rem was getting lost in that face, in the intoxicating excitement of watching a human who was so extremely happy, this miracle of sexual bliss that was beyond the reach of any shinigami. He was still trembling and spurting, unloading an enormous amount of cum, perhaps because it had been about a week since last time. Then he cried out Rem's name, and she was so very glad to hear it coming from his lips in that moment of unguarded ecstasy.
That's when it happened, quite suddenly. Rem was looking at his face, and could see his name and lifespan floating above it. A crack appeared in the first letter of his name, in the L. Rem stared at that crack as the letters and numbers floated lazily above his head with their usual gentle drifting back-and-forth movement, like seaweed waving in a current. The crack was small, and it constantly wriggled and changed shape. L was still murmuring and trembling in Rem's arms, but her eyes were now on that crack. What did it mean? Rem focused on the crack as it worked its way across the first letter and disappeared. But then, it appeared in the second letter. Slowly, slowly, it worked itself across that as well, and made its way to the third letter.
Rem cuddled a happy, post-orgasmic L, something that would normally absorb all her focus, but this time almost her entire attention was taken up by that crack. It worked its way across all the letters of his name and numbers of his lifespan, and then began again at the first letter. Was this a permanent change? Rem thought hard. She'd never seen or heard of a crack in a name. Humans and shinigami both had names and lifespans floating above their heads, and nothing else did, but neither humans nor shinigami had cracks or any other kind of feature like that.
L now had a crack, but he'd never had one before. He'd developed the crack during his orgasm. It was obvious that bending the rule about sex between a human and a shinigami was changing L in some unknown way. Rem wrapped the electric blanket more closely around him and hugged him firmly as he sighed contently in her grasp. What was happening to L? Was she hurting him? Should she tell him about the crack? No, shinigami were forbidden to tell the things they saw with their shinigami vision to humans, and even though that would normally just apply to the name and lifespan, it might apply to the crack as well. It was possible that Rem might die if she told him about it. No, she couldn't risk it. She'd have to solve this mystery herself.
Rem looked down at the small, slender man in her arms, his face so peaceful, his hair spread out where he leaned back against her. L seemed incredibly fragile and Rem wanted to protect him. He looked up at her with dark eyes like glistening pools, so shiny, glowing with emotion.
Was there any love for her in that gaze? Rem thought there was a bit, perhaps just a bit. Light had told the truth. L wasn't in love, not yet. Perhaps he was in lust, perhaps he was attached to this kind of experience, perhaps he was fascinated by Rem, perhaps he did have some affection for her, but he wasn't in love. Rem didn't care, though. It was wonderful just to see him so happy. In the short time they'd known each other, L had already shown Rem a hundred times more affection than Misa ever had. It felt good. It felt awfully, awfully good.
But this might be the very last time Rem could help L achieve orgasmic bliss. If it was hurting him, she'd never do it again. He could masturbate, and she could watch without helping the process along in any way, just like she had with Misa. Misa never developed any cracks, so merely watching must be a safe bending of the rule. Rem needed to find out what was happening to L. Until she knew it was safe, she'd have to stop their sexual activities to protect him. If it wasn't so sad it would be hilarious, the idea that they still needed to worry about "safe sex" even though there was no danger of disease or pregnancy.
After a time, L came out of his limp post-orgasmic state and his usual busy thoughts were once again circulating in the depths of his eyes. He watched Rem carefully and then said, "Rem, what's wrong?"
Rem couldn't risk telling him, but he was too smart for her to say nothing. Rem decided to ask him about something else, a problem she'd been thinking about bringing up for some time.
"Ryuzaki," she said, "my species is going extinct and my world is dying. I also have the feeling that shinigami aren't supposed to behave the way that most do. I can't help but feel that we must have had a purpose or function at some point, but we lost it ages ago. I have never been able to figure anything out about it. I was wondering, as a detective, would you take the case? I could take you to the shinigami realm and let you see it for yourself."
L's eyes were dancing. He said, "That is the most fascinating thing I've heard in a long time. Yes, L will take the case."
Rem said, "Ryuzaki, you know I can't pay you."
L said, "You may not have realized this, but L always works for free, which is why he only takes interesting cases. I have other detective aliases, and one of them is known for being swayed by very large sums of money. That's the one who pays for L's expenditures."
They talked for about an hour, discussing all sorts of details about how L should go to the shinigami realm and what sort of investigations he planned once there. Rem was quite surprised at the many ideas L had already come up with. However, the trip couldn't happen until after the connection with Light was severed, because Rem didn't want to take both of them to the shinigami realm and also because Rem wasn't sure if she could fly and carry two people at once.
Eventually, the conversation faded and L went to sleep in a chair, slumped slightly to the side but otherwise in his characteristic crouch. Rem took this time to sneak away and search the building for Ryuk. She found him aimlessly drifting down a hallway on a floor that was empty and unused.
Rem said, "I need to ask you something where these humans can't hear."
She grew the bony spikes on her shoulders into long wings of leather and bone, then launched herself sideways, phasing through several walls and then gliding into the open outside, the air sharp and fresh, the view lit only by street lamps. She glanced behind her to see Ryuk emerge from the side of the investigation building. She continued then, plunging inside an adjoining building that was just offices. Most of the lights were dimmed. There were long rows of desks, nearly all empty at this hour, with just a handful of sleepy-looking workers who were pulling all-nighters. Rem already knew that this building had no cameras except at the entrances. No humans who could see her or Ryuk would ever eavesdrop on this conversation.
Rem said, "L Lawliet developed a crack tonight, a crack that slowly moves through his name and then his lifespan and then starts back at his name. Have you ever heard about something like this? Do you know what it means?"
Ryuk was pretty bug-eyed naturally, but his eyes got even wider at Rem's statement. He said, "I gotta see this" and turned to leave.
Rem caught his arm and said, "Do you know anything? Please! I want to know if I'm hurting him or not."
Ryuk turned back, looking more surprised than before. He said, "You did it to him? This is from that... thing you have with him? Well, I guess it must be a side effect of bending the rule. I'm just guessing, though. Never heard of a cracked name before."
Ryuk spread his wings, jumped into the air, and said, "I wonder if this will make things more interesting."
Rem followed behind Ryuk, entering L's bedroom on the fourteenth floor. L was still curled in the same chair, sleeping. Ryuk stood there and watched L's crack wriggling along as it moved through several cycles. Then he said, "This guy certainly does keep things interesting. I really wish the two of them could have been chasing each other for years. Well, tell me if anything new happens. It's about time for another apple."
With that, Ryuk abruptly flew away, and Rem was left there by herself, looking at the sleeping form of this man she had so strongly attached herself to, and his highly unusual crack, the very ominous-seeming crack, endlessly wriggling through its cycle above his head, while he knew nothing about it.
At 6AM, L woke up and went downstairs. Mogi was the one on duty. Mogi immediately looked up and said, "Light has been making certain requests, but I'm not sure if I should let him."
L pushed the button on the microphone that attached to Light's holding cell and said, "What would you like, Light? We can hear everything you say here."
Light looked into the camera and said, "I will die at the end of this day. I might decide to erase my memories and visit my family. You've promised my father to listen to me until I'm dead just in case I decide that, correct?"
L said, "That is correct. However, if you wait until an hour or less until your death it will probably be too late to reunite you with your family for even a brief time. It is best not to hesitate as I am not sure exactly when Ryuk will kill you."
"So then," Light said, "if you turned off the audio connection to my cell and stopped listening to me, you'd be thwarting my father's wishes for his dying son and you'd cause him great pain?"
L said, "That is true, but it is long past the time when you could talk your way out of your problems. I do not fear your words, no matter how abusive you might become."
Light smirked, and his eyes were very calculating. He didn't look at all worried. In fact, he looked about as happy as Rem had ever seen him. He obviously had a plan, and a lot of confidence.
Light said, "I want a mirror, a comb, some grooming products for the hair and face, and a suit exactly like the best one I have at home. I know you won't let me have the actual suit because you'll be afraid I've concealed a scrap of death note inside a hem or something, and if you rip it apart to search it, then it'll be ruined for wearing."
L said, "I can let you have all of those except the mirror. If you break it, you might use the shards for something. We will set up a mirror outside the bars of your cell, where you can't reach it or knock it over. May I ask why you're more concerned with looking your best than with visiting your family?"
Light's eyes flashed pure evil and he said, "Who says I won't decide to visit my family? And, either way, if I'm going to die, I need to look good."
L arranged for Watari to get all the items Light wanted, and Light had dressed himself immaculately before the rest of the investigators arrived, sitting on his cot with great posture, and every hair in place, looking like the best son a father could have. He exuded pure confidence and charm, but said nothing.
When the investigators had all assembled at 8AM, L carefully licked all the doughnut frosting from his fingers and wiped his damp fingers on the knees of his jeans, and then took a deep breath and spun his chair around so he faced the rest of the room. He said, "I have an announcement to make. There has been a change in my relationship with Rem. She is sort of my girlfriend."
Ryuk broke out into a chuckling fit that soon degraded into hearty guffaws that left him writhing on the floor. The investigators all looked shocked, but it was nothing like their shock had been when L had admitted he'd done sexual things with Rem. The worst was already over and they now expected weird things from L.
L waited for Ryuk to stop laughing, but soon gave up and continued, "I realize the rest of you don't have girlfriends or wives at work, and I want to keep a professional attitude about this in the workplace. I do not want the subject of our relationship to come up unless it is relevant to the case, and I would prefer it if you refer to Rem by name and do not use terms such as 'that thing' or any other degrading words."
Matsuda said, "Can we still call Rem a shinigami?"
"Of course," L said, "although if you say 'the shinigami' people might think you're talking about Ryuk, so perhaps you should call each of them by name."
Ryuk stopped laughing and said, "Idiot human," though he was looking at L, not Matsuda. In particular, he was looking at that crack floating about L's head.
It's awfully ironic that he announces we've progressed to a "relationship" at the very moment that we are ceasing our sexual activities, perhaps forever. Did he feel the need to call me his "sort of girlfriend" because I told him I'm in love?
L cleared his throat and said, "Well, we need to get back to the real issues for today. If Light will give up his memories, we'll send him and his father home. However, I think he has a new plan and he won't give up his memories unless that plan fails. Other than watching Light and Misa and continuing the planning for how we'll get Misa put in an insane asylum, there is nothing to do today, but please do not relax too much. We have no idea what Light might try."
Aizawa said, "And, afterwards?"
L picked up a frosting-laden doughnut, licked it, and said, "In theory, the members of this investigation team are secret, but Deputy Director Kitamura knows all the original members, everyone except Light, Aiber and Wedy. Plus, he believes that Watari and myself communicate with you only through computers instead of in person. Since we need to keep up the pretense that we haven't caught Kira, we should keep the investigation going for two or three months. At the end of that time period, we should formally cease the investigation and tell Deputy Director Kitamura that we believe the unknown second Kira took up the killings shortly after Higuchi's death but then committed suicide. We'll have to create a report and make sure it both sounds satisfying and covers all possible issues without actually revealing anything, but that should take only two or three days."
Mogi asked, "But, what will we actually do for those months?"
L said, "For this plan to succeed, you need to hide the fact that you are not working from everyone, so I suggest you don't spend your days at home unless you're a bachelor. As long as you're absolutely certain you won't get caught, I don't care where you go. If you do come here, I'll let you do whatever you want, and you can arrive late and leave early each day. That can be justified as a slowdown on the investigation since the deaths stopped and there's no new data."
Matsuda said, "So, we would just come here and play video games or something?"
L shrugged his shoulders.
Mogi said, "We'd be getting paid for doing nothing? While other cops work hard actually catching criminals? It seems very dishonest."
L said, "Concealing the truth about Kira is an important thing we're doing to help the world. If you want, during that time you can assist me with my next cases. Since the NPA is once again paying your salaries after Higuchi's death and it's not really fair of me to use your services for free, I'll pay you if you make that decision."
Matsuda jumped up and kicked his heels in the air, saying, "Yeah! Double pay! And, I still get to live here for free."
Over the next few hours, L occasionally spoke through the microphone to try to get Light to give up his memories, but Light always claimed he was still thinking it over. The investigators circulated around the investigation room, doing almost nothing work-related except watching Light and Misa, making idle chatter, bored and anxious at the same time. Then, at 11AM, Light said, "Rem, I want you to come here now. I have something very important to say."
L glanced back at Rem, but Rem said, "I'm not going there."
L pressed the button on the microphone and said, "Rem says she won't go."
Light smiled and said, "Then, Rem is in that room. Rem, I'll say this to you right now. You have one hour, until noon, to bring me my death note. If you refuse, I will be forced into a different plan that is less happy for Misa, and I will succeed. My plan will free myself and Misa and leave everyone dead except Watari and one other person. It requires the tiniest bit of help from Ryuk, but it's really minor stuff and I think he'll help just for the amusement of seeing me kill so many people without using a death note or a scrap from one."
Ryuk said, "Ha! That would be impressive. If he really can pull that off, I might help him."
Ryuk sank through the floor, and shortly afterwards could be seen on the monitor in Light's cell. Ryuk said, "This is so interesting. How are you going to do it, Light?"
Light said, "L already gave me the key to my plan. I know L. He's soft-hearted, and he worries a lot about my father. He won't go back on his word. He's determined to get me to erase my memories and visit my family, and he won't give up as long as there's still a chance I might do that. L will keep the audio connection open, and I'm going to talk my way out of this, using my charm, good looks and intelligence. And my plan will work even though they can see it coming. It's just that kind of plan."
L pressed the button on the microphone that piped his voice into the cell and said, "Ryuk, it is most likely that Light is lying in order to put pressure on Rem. His use of an ultimatum, at noon, strengthens this possibility. If Light is not bluffing, then he is probably insane. More insane than usual, I mean."
Ryuk cocked his head to the side and said, "I don't know, Light. Ryuzaki has a point. You probably are bluffing. Plus, I really don't like taking sides."
Light smiled and said, "But, if I can kill so many of them from inside my cell without using the power of the death note, that would be entertaining enough for you to do one or two minor things for me, right?"
"Absolutely!"
"First," Light said, "I need you to look inside all the vent-like openings near my cell and tell me if there are darts inside."
Ryuk poked his head partway through the wall and said, "Absolutely."
"I suspect," Light said, "that those are tranquilizer darts instead of lethal darts, but either way is no good. I need you to destroy all these mechanisms so they can't be fired."
Ryuk scratched his neck and said, "Seems like a lot of work. You sure you can't do this yourself?"
"Do you want to see the greatest entertainment of your life or not, Ryuk?"
Ryuk muttered, "Okay, okay" and went around thrusting his hand through the walls into the vents, producing crushing noises.
Light said, "Then, if Rem doesn't succumb and I use my other plan, I can't get Watari so I'll need you to incapacitate him, but don't do it now, do it the moment people start dying."
Ryuk said, "Light, I don't kill people for you."
Light said, "I didn't say to kill Watari. Do that neck trick Rem used, or push him into a closet and lock it after stealing his cellphone, I don't care. I just need enough time for myself and Misa to exit the building."
"Rem takes too many risks," Ryuk said, "and that neck thing could have broken a rule and killed her. But, yeah, I can grab his cellphone and throw him in a closet. But you'd better deliver."
"You'll see the people start to die," Light said, "and then you can act. I wouldn't ask you to do it any sooner. That would be pointless."
Rem waited, confident in her decision to betray Light. If she brought him a death note now, it would just be asking for trouble of all kinds, trouble for L, for Misa, and for herself. Light's super-confidence today had to be an act to put pressure on her, right? He couldn't be serious about talking his way out of the situation and killing most of the investigators from inside his cell. That was beyond ridiculous.
Besides, even if by some crazy chance it worked, how did he expect to escape with Watari locked in a closet and one other investigator still alive? And, who would that investigator be? Still, his unshakable belief in himself did make her a bit nervous. Could he really do it? Or, was it just insanity, the last desperate move of a man who always refused to believe he'd lost?
When noon came, Light said, "Well, I guess L did fuck Rem into complete submission. Now it's time for the backup plan. Or, rather, it is a bunch of backup plans that all interlock. It's a confession of sorts too, and I'm sure you're quite curious to see what my plan is. Just listen and I'll tell you all of it."
Light stood up in front of the camera and went into a subtle pose, as if he were about to speak at a podium in front of a large group. His hair and suit were all quite perfect, and he looked like a beautiful young man heading for a bright future, not a mass-murderer imprisoned in a cell.
Then, Light launched into an impassioned, complicated speech. It was directed at L. He spoke of their friendship and went into great detail about all the ways they got along and had so many traits in common. He talked about the way their investigation styles synched so perfectly when investigating the Yotsuba Kira, and how he'd always planned to become a detective, and how he knew that L had judged he'd make a detective equally as good as L. He played up the idea that he was L's only friend, and he described a fantasy of their future together as a detective team who were also best friends, traveling the world and solving cases.
The death note was part of this future. Light described a number of ways in which the death note could be used to ferret out criminals and destroy organized crime, used only to punish the unquestionably guilty who were also free and therefore a menace to society, unlike the Kira killings which mainly targeted known criminals who had already been caught. Light described how, in the course of killing these free criminals, their actions could be controlled in order to expose entire networks of crime, making them vulnerable to law enforcement. Some of the specific plans he described were really quite ingenious. By using the death note to destroy crime quickly, gather information, and get out of tight spots, L would be ten times the detective he was before, solving more cases, faster, and in incredibly spectacular ways. L would be living his dream to the utmost, with a great friend by his side.
Light insisted that he'd be no danger to L, because L would be the one who would keep the death note and hide it away from Light, and Light didn't know L's real name anyway. But, L would need Light, because Light knew things about the death note that even the shinigami didn't know, or if they did, they couldn't say without breaking the rules. Light had experimented over the course of killing thousands, and figured out all sorts of things that L would need to know. Plus, Light could be the one who actually wrote the names, under L's control and supervision of course, so that any unknown side effects of killing with the death note would only accrue to him, not to L, and so that L could keep his hands free of any guilt.
Light ended his little speech to L by saying, "And, all you need to do is kill the other investigators and let Misa and me go free."
Rem had watched L through Light's entire spiel. L had a look of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe this was Light's supposedly spectacular plan. A couple of times during the friendship parts of the speech, L had looked distinctly uncomfortable, but it seemed the overall effect was nothing other than shock that Light would try something like this.
But then, Light was beginning his speech all over again. This time it was directed at Matsuda, and all the personal specifics had been tailored to Matsuda's dreams and desires. The death note was still part of this fantasy, but this time the two of them were detectives rising gradually through the ranks of the NPA, gathering status and respect to themselves as they rose.
Every dream Matsuda had would come true, every obstacle melt away. Light tapped into Matsuda's tendency to idolize him by painting himself as a big brother figure to Matsuda, someone who would spend time teaching Matsuda how to be popular, introducing him to the right people, and making sure that Matsuda would soon become the kind of person that nobody would ever call an idiot. Once again, Matsuda would need Light for the purpose of operating the death note properly and to keep his own hands blood-free, but Matsuda would be completely safe because Light would trust him to hide the death note wherever he wanted. Matsuda could get this perfect dream if he simply got out his gun and shot all the others. It was so simple.
The speech now turned to Aizawa, and it was much the same except it replaced the idolizing big-brother aspects with Aizawa's need to think of himself as a man and stop being afraid. Light knew that Aizawa was a battered, abused husband. His wife beat him, and he was so ashamed of himself, of never being a proper father, of never being home, that he didn't object to the way she treated him. He didn't try to defend himself. He just took it in shame, even when she cut him and bruised him. It seemed like Aizawa was too pitiful, he could never produce anything that would satisfy his wife.
But, with the power of the death note, he could have whatever he wanted. He could make her happy at last, he could have a job with lots of money and a high status but few hours, so he was home all the time, being a proper father. Light could show him exactly how to do it and, just as in the Matsuda speech, Aizawa would conceal the death note away from Light and be perfectly safe. Once again, Aizawa would need to kill the others. There was no other way to make that dream come true.
The speech repeated again with Mogi, with fewer personal details since it seemed Mogi never said much about himself, but Rem was still surprised at some of the insight Light showed into Mogi's psyche and some of the things he'd somehow found out. Then there were three more speeches aimed at the team members who weren't actually there, Soichiro, Aiber and Wedy. Light couldn't see the investigation room, and he couldn't hear it unless L pushed the microphone button, so he had no idea about the absence of those three. However, since L only needed the thief and conman for intermittent and rather specific jobs, Light should have suspected those two weren't present. Rem guessed that Light simply wanted to cover all possibilities and leave nothing to waste.
In the case of Light's own father, Light's speech emphasized the love of family, and he brought up a number of incidents from his childhood that sounded like precious memories of family togetherness. Light asked his father to believe he wasn't evil, that he was only doing what his father had taught him to do, and he spun two different fantasies. The first fantasy was sad and tragic, the Yagami family broken by the death of its bright son who'd had so much potential and good in him, while the father suffered horribly under the burden of the secret he carried, the marriage unraveled from the strain, and Sayu was sad and subdued, facing the world alone, no longer guided by her brother. The other fantasy was bright and hopeful. The family was back together, Light's future was on track, and everything got better and better. If Soichiro wanted the good fantasy, he just needed to kill the other investigators.
The speeches for Wedy and Aiber had few personal details, but they both had descriptions of a number of elaborate and quite ingenious ways that a death note could be used to become the ultimate thief or conman, as the case may be. Whatever Wedy or Aiber wanted, Light could get it for them. The price was merely the lives of their co-workers.
When Light got to the end of the speeches, Rem noticed the conspicuous absence of any speech directed at Watari. Why didn't Light try for Watari? Perhaps it was because he knew that L and Watari were a unit, and L was the decision-making part of that unit. If he could convince L to become his ally, L would take care of Watari one way or another, but if he could convince Watari to betray L, then L would put a stop to it. Thus, Watari was irrelevant.
L noticed the end had been reached as well, and he pressed the microphone button, saying, "If you wanted your plan to work, you should have picked the most likely victim and stuck with that one. The way you've done it thwarts your purpose because it makes you seem cheesy and insincere. You've already lost and you should spend your last few hours with your family. Think of your father."
Light looked defiantly up into the camera and said, "But, L, that's only round one. Rounds two and three are still coming."
Light waited for half an hour to see if anyone would take his offer, and then he licked his lips and said, "I guess it's time to sweeten the deal."
Light composed himself, subtly shifting his stance and his facial expression so that he had an almost sultry air about him. Then he said, "L, I'm not sure which way you swing, maybe both ways, but you and I know that when I held you in my arms while you were having an orgasm, you chose to hug me even though you thought I was trying to kill you. To me, that sounds like some pretty strong attraction. Let's cut to the chase. On top of everything else, I'm offering myself to you sexually. Dump the shinigami and take me, or keep her and we'll have delicious threesomes. I'm fine with it either way."
Everyone in the investigation room looked shocked, including L. L also looked slightly angry. Rem found it startling. L had always seemed so unfazeable, so completely calm. But the shock in L's face was quickly giving way to a kind of quiet, grim anger. The other investigators weren't so lucky. They looked like their dropped jaws were completely unhinged, never to return to the upright position.
Light continued, "Do you like Misa, L? Misa obeys me perfectly. If I told her to fuck you, with or without me, she'd do it. She's a beautiful young model, so don't say you aren't attracted to her. You even grabbed her butt when you were stealing her cellphone, and you seemed to like it when she kissed you. I could order Misa to do you any way you wanted. You could have her over and over again, or me, or both of us at once, with or without the shinigami. I wouldn't restrict your fantasies in the slightest."
That bastard Light! This was what he meant about a plan that wouldn't be so pleasant for Misa. Light was trying to whore out himself and Misa to facilitate his own escape. Rem looked at L, hoping that a Rem/Light/L threesome or a Light/Misa/L threesome held no appeal for him. Rem relaxed at what she saw. L did not look excited in the least. No, he'd never do that to Misa, and he was smart enough to know how dangerous Light was.
Next, Light addressed similar speeches to the rest of the investigators except for his father and Watari. Each speech was expertly tailored to the individual, mentioning all sorts of little things that had happened that Light had interpreted as a possible sexual attraction between whichever investigator he was addressing and himself or between the investigator and Misa.
If it weren't so wrong and terrifying, it would have been hilarious watching him offer himself so explicitly to Aizawa and Mogi. In the speech for Aizawa, Light made a particularly strong case for Aizawa'a attraction to Misa, and spun a fantasy of Misa as the perfect mistress for Aizawa, a cute little bubbly stress reliever for him to sneak away and fuck whenever his wife became unbearable. And, if Aizawa wanted, Light could be part of that deal in a lovely threesome, or Light could be the mistress himself, with no Misa involved.
In each case, Light explained the various activities that would be offered in lewd, explicit detail, including exact techniques of oral sex and anal sex that he and Misa supposedly knew. In the case of his speech for Wedy, who wasn't even present, after Light had finished describing the things he could do to Wedy himself, he launched into a very detailed erotic fantasy describing Misa using a strap-on dildo. Rem knew that all the Misa stuff, at least, was completely made up. Misa didn't know much about sex, and she'd only been with two men sexually before Light. Both of them had been short relationships, the longest being two months.
Through all the speeches, Light portrayed himself as the perfect young male specimen, utterly desirable, and Misa as the female counterpart to that. If someone would only accept his offer and kill the others, they could have incredible power and all their dreams come true, plus he'd throw in one or two excellent sexual partners, if they wanted. Rem was a bit surprised at Light including offers of both himself and Misa in every single speech. Didn't he have a reasonable idea of what sexual orientations each person had? Perhaps, though, it was just another case of Light over-planning, trying to cover every contingency. Or, maybe, he knew that everyone is bisexual deep down, even if just slightly, and he wanted to load his trap with as much bait as possible.
L got on the microphone and said, "Light, you do realize you've hit on all of us? Is that seriously your plan? You are being sick and it isn't going to work. Everyone knows you'll betray them the first chance you get."
Then, Light pulled his last big trick. It was time for round three.
Light looked directly into the camera with an evil little smirk and said, "All of you there have heard my plans. Each plan involves one of you killing the rest. I want each of you to look at your co-workers and think. Are you sure none of them will accept my offer? If one of them is thinking about betraying you and killing you, wouldn't it be best if you came to me first? You don't want to die just because you spent too much time thinking it over, do you? If you die here, today, it won't be for the purpose of defeating Kira, it will be to help your betrayer to join with Kira and establish Kira's reign once again. Why have a purposeless death when you could have power and greatness instead? If one of them is planning to kill you, it's just self-defense to strike first. You'd be saving your own life instead of throwing it away. Think about it. I'm not running out of time. You are."
There were a number of uneasy looks between all the men in the room except L. L merely paused in his work of balancing sugar cubes on the very edge of his coffee cup and said, "That arrogant bastard."
Rem recognized the genius of Light's plan. If Light managed to convince just one investigator to take his deal, he would win. Furthermore, even if none of them wanted to become Light's ally, any of them might get paranoid about the others and take Light's deal for that reason alone. It only took one. There was also yet a third way for Light's plan to work. Whoever shot first could trigger a bloodbath, perhaps leaving no survivors except Watari. Then Light wouldn't have to deal with his "ally" even briefly.
There was a thick, almost palpable tension in the room. L said nothing more, but the rest of the investigators tried to make small talk as the time went by. The small talk was exceptionally awkward, and it started and died out, started and died out in cycle after cycle. Light was quieter than before, but he did have occasional outbursts where he repeated his various offers and reminded the investigators that they were the ones in trouble, not Light. Light was the god of the new world, and gods did not get captured by the police and die in cells. Someone was going to side with Kira, and each man there had better hope it was himself and not one of the others.
Ryuk suddenly broke into an awkward silence by saying, "You know what's the most hilarious part of this whole thing? If it wasn't for Ryuzaki, there wouldn't be a Kira case at all."
L looked at Ryuk and said, "What do you mean?"
"Well," Ryuk said, "when Light got my death note, I was after a show. I was bored and wanted to be entertained. What did he do? He wrote names in it for hours each day. All he did was go to school, eat, sleep and kill people. It was like he was some kind of extreme workaholic shinigami. Light talked a lot about the new world he was creating, but I've never believed in it and I thought it would probably be boring. If I'd had to endure a few more months of that, I probably would have killed him and gone home."
Ryuk came closer to L and leaned down to look him at eye level. Ryuk continued, "But you challenged him and made it all into a show. How interesting. The police were no match for Light. They never had a chance to draw close to him like you did. I was always wondering what you'd do next, and what he would do to counter it. This duel between you two has been the best rush of excitement I've ever had. Kira by himself isn't worth keeping alive. It's only when he's fighting to survive, fooling everyone around him, that he's worth it. And, without you, he never would have landed in so much trouble to begin with."
"So," L said, "if I had refused to take this case or if I had abandoned it early on, Light would already be dead?"
Ryuk chuckled and said, "That's exactly right."
L peered into the depths of his coffee, took a sip, and said, "That is a very disturbing thought. I will keep this in mind if another Kira ever arises. Ryuk, if Light had succeeded in his recent plan to kill me, would you have killed him afterwards from boredom?"
Ryuk thought a moment and then said, "It's hard to say. Without you, Light would be a lot less fun. But by now I know the kind of entertainment he is capable of producing, and I also know he's left some clues behind because of your work to crack the case. If he had killed you, I probably would have waited a few years to see if anyone else pursued him, perhaps helped along by your clues. I would be especially likely to leave him alive if he had managed to kill you but at the same time he stayed a member of the investigation team. It would have been hilarious to see him pretending to chase Kira while being Kira right under the noses of his co-workers."
Ryuk went into a chuckling fit at the thought. When he recovered, he said, "But if Light had ever managed to completely shake off all pursuit and kill everyone who knew anything, and afterwards he just went back to doing nothing but writing names, yeah, I'd probably get bored and kill him after five years tops. There's no way he'd ever survive into old age as Kira unless he was pulling crazy stunts and fooling people on a regular basis."
L did not look pleased. The entire thing had been a show for a bored shinigami, and if L hadn't played into Ryuk's hands, countless victims would still be alive and there would be no Kira. Did he blame himself? There was no way he could have known. Even L couldn't think that many steps ahead with any accuracy.
Now, perhaps feeling guilty, and with time clearly running out for Light, L constantly watched the monitors showing Soichiro's cell. L was crouched in on himself a bit more than usual, his dark eyes mostly unreadable in that trademark expression of his, but showing traces of both sadness and regret. Nobody had told Soichiro about his son's offers, and Rem hoped the man would never find out. The thought of Light hitting on everybody was sickening, and the thought of him trying to use Misa's obedience to offer her as sexual bait was even more so.
Rem saw L's eyes widen in surprise and his head snap around at very the same moment Matsuda's voice said, "No!"
Rem turned to see a tense scene, Matsuda and Aizawa at opposite sides of the room, both with guns drawn and pointed at each other. Mogi was standing off to the side looking confused, but with his hand hovering just above his gun.
Matsuda said, "This isn't what it looks like. Aizawa was drawing his gun. I had to!"
Aizawa said, "No, Matsuda drew first. If you check the video, you'll see it."
L said, "You will both drop your guns at the count of three. One, two, three."
Both still held their guns in the same position, and they both started babbling at once about how the other guy was the one who refused to drop, so they of course had no choice when they saw him acting that way, but they weren't the ones who were trying anything.
L got out of his chair slowly and carefully, not with his usual cat-like jump, and began walking toward a spot midway between the two men. He walked a bit straighter than normal and seemed very alert, but perfectly calm at the same time.
As he walked he said, "When I assembled this investigation team, I told all of you that I trust you with my life. That is still true. When I reach the point where I am in a line of shot for both of you, you will put your guns away with no argument or fuss."
Rem felt an incredible alarm within her. What was L doing?
Rem said, "Matsuda, I love you!"
Matsuda said, "What?" and his gun arm drooped. Aizawa saw the drooping and he lowered his own gun at once.
Rem clarified, "But not in the same way as Ryuzaki."
Matsuda said, "Uh, thanks, Rem. I guess."
Both Matsuda and Aizawa put their guns away, looking sheepish and embarrassed.
"This was Light's doing," L said, "and there will be no accusing anyone else. I am completely convinced that both of you thought you drew at the same time. We will forgive each other and go back to work. This incident will not be brought up again, and we will never check the video."
And that is what they did. There was absolutely no talk about what had happened, and L even turned his back on the men as if he completely trusted them. He was no longer looking at Soichiro much; instead he became quite engaged in rearranging a bunch of small peppermint candies on the table in front of him. The atmosphere was still tense, but, strangely enough, the incident seemed to have calmed things quite a bit.
Finally, just a few minutes after 9PM, Ryuk stretched himself, sighed and said, "I guess it's pointless to wait any longer. I'm going downstairs and writing Light's name. I'd like him to see me in the act of writing it. That would be really entertaining."
L muttered, "Oh, God!" and rushed from the room.
Ryuk was going straight down through the floor, at a leisurely pace, but L was running for the elevator like mad. Rem looked from one to the other, trying to decide who to follow, and then went with L. When she phased through the elevator doors, she came into the shaft, as the elevator itself was already descending. Flying down and through the elevator ceiling, she just caught a glimpse of L as he ran out the opening elevator doors. What was he doing? Was he trying to stop Ryuk? Or perhaps he thought it would be sad for his friend to die utterly alone.
L and Rem both managed to get into the hallway that held Light's cell just as Ryuk was standing in front of the bars and taking out his death note. Light was screaming and ranting, telling Ryuk that his wonderful plan needed just a bit longer to work, but Ryuk was ignoring him, grinning, opening the book and getting out the pen.
Just as the pen touched the paper, L shouted, "If both of you do what I say, I'll get Ryuk bushels of the best, juiciest apples."
A/N (Author's Note):
It took me one month to reach 17 chapters, which meant a chapter uploaded every two days.
I really do appreciate all the wonderful reviews I've gotten. I know many people would never even think of clicking on a Rem/L fic, but when they see the number of reviews sitting there, they give this fic a chance. Slowly, I am getting more readers visiting this fic. Thank you so much to all the reviewers who've made that possible.
I'm getting a lot of questions about the end. So far, this fic has only covered a couple of weeks of story-time, but soon the pace will speed up as more time gets covered. There are several major twists yet to come. If you want a few hints about what's coming, continue reading. Otherwise, skip the rest of this author's note.
Light is not done yet, not by far. He's got a semi-happy ending coming.
Misa is not done either, and she also has a semi-happy ending.
Rem and L will have a happy ending. Don't fear.
In future chapters I've got:
-stuff with the Yagami family
-stuff with Mello, Near and Matt
-a physical fight between L and Light with a surprise ending
-a wedding
-mafia guys
-a reveal of Rem's secret past
-a reveal of just what is going on with the crack in L's name
-sex in a tree
-a reveal of a Jealous/Misa secret that Rem never knew
-solving the case of what's wrong with the shinigami world
-Rem and L on a beach
-beheading with a chainsaw
-Watari tries to poison L (really?)
(Not necessarily in that order)
- 16
- 17
- 18
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