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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 19: HOME
The meal with the Yagami family was very normal. Soichiro looked as if he were trying to pretend that everything was perfectly okay and he seemed to be mostly succeeding, while Sayu was incredibly happy and bubbly and Sachiko exuded a warm motherly charm. L completely ignored both shinigami, his gaze sweeping over them as if they weren't there at all, but Soichiro occasionally looked at Rem or Ryuk, staring and becoming a bit disturbed before he tore his gaze away and managed to re-enter his illusion of family bliss.
Ryuk did talk to Light a bit; idle one-way chatter Light was incapable of hearing. At one point, Ryuk said, "It's almost like old times being here again with you. I'm going to miss it. You know, Light, I didn't entirely fill up on Ryuzaki's extra-juicy apples and I really wish you could get one of those apples from the fruit bowl and sneak it away for me."
At that point, L got up from his chair, picked up an apple, and then slipped it into a cupboard when nobody was looking. Ryuk wasted no time in plunging his head and hand into that cupboard. Meanwhile, L had grabbed another apple, and bit into it to coincide with Ryuk's chewing noises, which were barely audible anyway since they were inside the cupboard.
L ate everything that was given to him, though he did fiddle with the real food a lot before finally consuming it, and he had extra helpings of dessert. Sayu made a lot of comments about L's sitting style, such as "Oh, Ryuzaki looks like a frog... but don't worry, I'm sure your girlfriend likes that. You're like a cute little kid!"
Sayu also tried to ply L with lots of questions about his life, but he was being very shy and hardly said anything. Was this shyness an act, just the easiest way to avoid answering questions? Rem knew L could be very confident and commanding when he wanted to be. Or maybe it was a way of not intruding on the last bit of family time that Light had. If L started talking about himself, even with a bunch of made-up facts, he could temporarily become the center of attention and that would partially defeat the purpose of sending Light home to visit with his family.
Light was looking a bit more calculating, his eyes sometimes getting narrowed and very thoughtful, but he was interacting with his family in a fairly normal way. Light was talking about all kinds of little topics as they came up, laughing and conversing, discussing the all-day outing they had planned for the next day. Light had insisted that L stay for a sleepover and then accompany the family the next morning on their trip.
L tried to protest a few times that he didn't feel like staying so long, but each time Light sent him a threatening glare, as if he would bring up the topic of why he'd been cleared as Kira. Light still had that newly innocent look he'd acquired with the loss of his memories, but every so often the manipulative expression of Kira came into his face, especially when he was looking at L. L didn't seem to notice or acknowledge those moments. He became more and more absorbed in arranging the food on his plate, until he wasn't eating at all anymore but just getting micro-helpings of food to add to the design on his plate, little dots of food in crisscrossing rows that gradually transitioned into a widening spiral.
Light's cellphone went off, and he removed it from his pocket. His face fell, and he said, "It's Misa."
Sayu said, "Light, don't give up! I think she's really cute and nice and it could work out wonderfully for you two."
Light sighed and flipped open the phone. As he began talking to Misa, it was soon clear that she wanted to go on a date. Light was barely able to convince her that it was already too late to start a date for that very evening, and then she changed her tactic and wanted to go on the family trip the next day.
L said, "Light, you've spent a lot of time with Misa the past few months, but your mother and sister didn't see you at all, or even receive a phone call. I think you owe your family one day to enjoy your return. You can always date her the day after that."
The day after, Light would be dead. This last bit of Light's life was being wasted on his own happiness, not on Misa's. Why did Light deserve time together with those he loved, but not Misa? There was also Misa's long-term happiness to consider. If Light died without seeing her one last time, without creating a single happy memory for her, would it burden her more? Would it make her mental illness that much more difficult to cure? Misa deserved some closure.
Rem stood directly behind Sayu and said, "Ryuzaki, you've gotten what you wanted for Soichiro. Don't I deserve the same for Misa? You should encourage this date. I could easily cause trouble if I'm denied, such as by following Sayu around and messing with her schoolwork so it looks like she's cheating."
Soichiro's face got a terrible look on it and Sachiko said, "What's wrong?"
Before Soichiro could say anything, L said, "Light, I think you should let Misa come on the family trip. However, you know how much she dominates your attention. You should have specific times worked out for when she arrives and leaves and stick to that schedule strictly, so that the rest of the time your family can enjoy you unhampered."
Light got a puzzled look on his face as he glanced back and forth from L to Soichiro. He had certainly noticed the extreme change in Soichiro's expression, and L's complete reversal in his advice, but couldn't see any reason for it. Then Soichiro said, "I agree with Ryuzaki. It is essential for Misa to come with us for part of the trip. I insist."
Light got an exasperated look on his face, but continued talking with Misa and arranged a date for the next day. As soon as he got off the phone, Sayu squealed excitedly and said, "Oh, I'm so glad Misa-Misa is coming! This is going to be a lot of fun. I just know you and her will work things out; you're both just so cute and right for each other. You probably moved in with her too quickly, and now that you're taking things slower, you can rekindle your relationship."
Light had a decidedly upset look on his face, something between frustration and shame. Sachiko said, "Sayu, you shouldn't push them. Sometimes things don't work out. Just give them the space and time they need and things will eventually sort themselves out the right way."
Sayu said, "Sorry, mother," and went back to eating, but her face was still excited.
Judging from Light's expression, he did not want Misa to intrude on his family time. And, he wasn't enthusiastic about the relationship in general. He never had been. Rem was worried about Light's earlier statements about the relationship not working out. What if he tried to break up with Misa during their date? That, along with dying right after, would be especially traumatic. It would be better if Misa believed that Light had died still loving her.
Rem said, "Ryuzaki and Soichiro, I am afraid Light might try to break up with Misa during that date. I would be very unhappy if that happened. Please try to find out if he's planning that and convince him to delay it so it never happens. I know of one fact you may be able to use to make him feel guilty and manipulate him. Light and Misa have had sex, and he was quite rough with her."
Soichiro suddenly choked as an expression of rage came into his face. He almost said something, but then managed to stop. Light was looking at his father, his eyes thoughtful and calculating. He knew something was going on.
Absently, as if he were talking to himself, L said, "I see. A father is probably better at those sorts of conversations."
Sayu said, "What?"
L ignored her and began to reach out to his plate with one long, graceful finger, swiping up a dot of food and licking it from his fingertip. He kept repeating the action until his plate was clean, then waited out the rest of the meal silently, with one thumb pressed to his lower lip.
After dinner, the family retired into the living room for television, conversation and eventually a card game. Ryuk kept drifting around behind people and reading out what cards they were holding. It flustered Soichiro every time, and he kept losing because he deliberately tried to do the opposite that he should do from the knowledge Ryuk had given him. L shamelessly cheated using Ryuk's information, and won nearly every game. When Sayu complimented L on his winning streak, he calmly said, "This game is almost entirely chance as long as you don't know your opponent's cards. Obviously, I'm cheating."
Light smiled at that and said, "Then, the real game is to figure out how you're cheating and catch you at it."
L said, "You never will."
Sachiko yawned and said, "It is getting rather late. You kids can stay up as long as you want, but I'm going to prepare a futon on the floor of Light's room for Ryuzaki, and then I'm going to bed."
As Sachiko got up, she turned her head away from the others and winked at Soichiro. Ten minutes later, Soichiro announced he was tired as well and left the game.
Light said, "Now that there are only three players, I'm sure I'll catch Ryuzaki cheating."
Sayu said, "You two were the only ones with perfect scores on the University entrance exams. Maybe you're equals and you'll never be able to catch each other."
"We'll see," Light said.
Rem was beginning to get bored with the game, and she had a pretty good idea of what Sachiko and Soichiro were probably doing. It was a lot more interesting, and she could easily sneak a peek with her eye-through-the-wall trick. Soichiro had never caught on to that trick the entire time she'd been using it. Rem went upstairs and carefully, carefully pushed an eye through the wall. Yes, they were doing exactly what she thought they were doing.
Their lovemaking was almost chaste. Everything was hidden under the blankets, with the blankets themselves pulled up to their necks. Their movements were rhythmic but slight, a rocking motion rather than vigorous thrusting, accompanied by a repetitive soft slapping sound. Both of them were vocalizing, but it didn't sound sexual. Their quiet noises were like the kind of approving mumbles that someone might make while eating a delicious meal.
Rem positioned herself so she could get a good view of both faces. Neither face looked very aroused, but both looked contented, a deep kind of comfort, born from long familiarity. These were two people who were so familiar with the activity they were doing that they got pleasure from it, but not excitement. Rem had seen this condition before in humans, mostly in couples who had been married for a long time. Sex had become fairly routine to these two, but it was still treasured, and it was still a tension-reliever.
Soichiro's face was almost completely drained of the stress that had marred it earlier. He was especially interested in nuzzling the side of his wife's head, breathing in the scent of her hair, and when he did he'd get an expression like someone who had just smelled the sweetest scent in the world. Sachiko's face had a very plain kind of contentment on it, never really varying much like her husband's face did. Though, after Rem had watched for about ten minutes, Sachiko suddenly turned her head to the side, her mouth opened, and her breath hitched as intense pleasure rippled across her face in two distinct waves. Soichiro gave a deep chuckle and speeded up his activity just slightly, and then, except for the speed adjustment, things went on just as they had before for several more minutes. At that time, Soichiro suddenly got a glimpse of Rem and let out a choked cry, rolling off his wife in one swift movement, but keeping hold on the blankets so that both of them were still covered up to their necks. Sachiko tried to sit up and said, "What's wrong?"
Soichiro pushed her back down, carefully pulling up the blankets to cover her nudity. He said, "I don't think I can, I'm just too tired. You already had yours, and that makes me happy. I just..."
He sent a piercing glare directly at Rem, and then continued, "...had the feeling like some pervert was watching us."
"I'm sorry you feel like that," Sachiko said, "perhaps I could use my mouth?"
Soichiro blushed and said, "Maybe later tonight, but not now."
Sachiko gave him a quick, almost motherly peck on the cheek and said, "You're so cute! You haven't blushed about these things in ages."
Rem quickly phased back through the wall, burning with shame. What had she been thinking? The man's son was Kira and about to die. He was under enough stress already. She should have left them alone, let them have their privacy. Rem was just too used to the idea that she wouldn't get caught watching. It simply hadn't occurred to her that Soichiro would notice, and then when he had, she'd been so surprised that she hadn't thought to leave until a few moments later. She resolved to never enter their bedroom again. Rem felt bad and guilty for what she had done, and she wanted some comfort herself. She wanted L.
She searched through most of the house, but did not find him anywhere, and the downstairs bathroom had the door open, so she could see there was nobody in it. That only left the upstairs bathroom. She knew L had told her to knock before entering bathrooms, so she knocked at the door. If it was someone else inside, it would just seem like a mysterious prank. L opened the door, a toothbrush in his mouth. Rem came in and L closed the door, continuing to brush his teeth. He had rinsed out his mouth with water and turned toward the door when Rem phased her hands through his shirt and began rubbing both nipples. L closed his eyes and moaned, then leaned back against the wall behind him. His breath became erratic as his nipples hardened.
L said, "We have to be quiet and fast."
Rem nodded. With her phasing trick, it was easy to stimulate him without removing any clothes. As long as the task force members weren't around, she could probably give him orgasms nearly anywhere, even in public. It was entirely possible that nobody would ever catch on, especially since L acted oddly all the time anyway.
Rem phased one hand through L's body, feeling his various internal structures, trying to decide what to stimulate. His penis was already half-hard, and a number of interior things, including the prostate, were starting to become engorged as well. L slid down the wall and so he was sitting on the floor. His eyes were already filled with a haze of lust, and his lips had become a flushed red-pink.
Rem found a place where she could solidify a fingertip within the swollen head of his penis, and began tickling it from the inside. L's hips buckled a little and he bit back a sound. His penis hardened fully into life, still enclosed entirely within his clothing. Rem phased several more fingertips into solidity inside fluid-filled chambers within the erection and began stirring the fluid around. She did it fast since L wasn't concerned with drawing out the experience this time. L started a deep moan but choked it off in the middle, trailing away in a series of quiet little pants.
"Ah," L gasped, "you're... nnnhhhh... going to spoil me for humans."
L was now developing an intense pink hue on the high points of his cheeks, and sweat was running down his forehead and over his face. He pounded one fist against the floor a couple of times, and then lifted it and wrapped that hand tightly across his mouth, so that the sounds he couldn't help making were now considerably muffled. If anyone who wasn't able to see Rem could watch this, it would look very odd, a fully-clothed L responding so strongly to an invisible sexual presence.
Rem could hear footsteps in the hallway outside. L uncovered his mouth just long enough to say, "Do it," and then pressed his hand back in place. Rem kept stirring at his penis with one hand, and phased the other hand through to solidify the fingertips where she could just slightly squeeze directly on the prostate. One little squeeze, and L was pushed over the top. Pleasure surged through his face and he fell forward onto the floor, flopping and twitching like a fish as a very loud "MMmmmmmppphhff" sound escaped around his tightly clamped hand. With one foot, he managed to kick a bunch of items off a low shelf, and they fell with a crashing sound.
The footsteps stopped immediately outside the bathroom door, and Sachiko's voice said, "Are you okay in there?"
L was still twitching a bit, looking incoherent. He removed the hand from his mouth to speak, and then stopped as he saw the palm was covered in blood. Sachiko opened the door just then, and looked down at L with an expression of pity. She said, "Oh, you poor thing! Did you fall?"
L nodded, and Sachiko helped the sweat-covered, flushed man to his feet, clicking her tongue in concern as she looked at his bloody hand. There was a kind of radiant glow in Sachiko's face, and Rem knew why. Neither of these two were aware that the other had recently had an orgasm. In a few instants, Sachiko was dabbing the wound with rubbing alcohol and had various tubes of ointment and a bandage ready. She looked carefully at the wound and said, "This really does look like a bite."
L said nothing, and Sachiko continued fussing over his wound until two different kinds of ointment had been put on it and it was all wrapped up. When she was done, she placed one hand against his forehead and said, "You're sweating so much, but I don't think you have a fever."
L said, "I have panic attacks. I'm sorry. Could I please take a shower now?"
"Of course," Sachiko said, and left.
L locked the bathroom door, stripped and stepped into the shower. He leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the water wash over him. He said, "What am I doing here? I'm just intruding. I'm not part of this family. Light isn't really my friend, even if he thinks so at the moment because of his supernatural memory loss. I should go home."
Rem said, "You are here because you feel like you owe him a little comfort in his last hours. Even those on death row get special treats, such as a spectacular last meal and visits from their family and friends."
L said, "Everything is so complicated between us. I don't want to feel this way. I wish I could just hate him. Then it would be simple."
L sighed and began rubbing soap over his body. He said, "This visit makes me think about the way it could have been between us if he'd never found that murderer's notebook. I'm sure he would have eventually become such a noteworthy detective that I would have had some sort of contact with him. Maybe we could have become friends then."
L's eyes became very deep and he spent some time watching the water endlessly swirling down the shower drain and disappearing. Then he ran a hand through his hair, sighed and said, "But that sort of thinking is just painful, and it makes me think of Light and Kira as two separate beings, which isn't true. He chose to become a mass-murderer, and if things had gone slightly differently, he would have killed me, along with his father and all the other investigation team members. And he would have done it without a second thought."
After the shower, L dressed in a clean set of the identical clothing he always had, there were never any pajamas for him, and went to Light's room. Light was sitting on his bed, wearing flannel pajamas. Without a word, L went straight to the futon on the floor and crouched in the middle of it, hugging his arms around his knees. His back was to Light. Immediately, Light got a calculating look in his eyes, and his stance became tense. Before Rem could shout a warning, Light had jumped from his bed, tackling L. The two became a tangled flurry of arms and legs, and then Light came out on top, straddling L beneath him, pinning L's wrists above his head.
L looked up with an angry expression and said, "What are you going to do? Molest me?"
Light said, "No! Will you stop it about that?"
Light shifted his position a bit, so that he could hold both of L's thin wrists with one hand, and then Light positioned his other hand in a fist, ready to punch L's face. Rem began moving forward, ready to pull Light off, but L looked directly at her, made a hiss, and shook his head, so she stopped.
Light said, "As I thought! Your arms aren't very strong, and when I've got you so you can't kick, you're helpless. Now, if you don't want me to beat the crap out of you, you're going to give me some answers that actually make sense. Like, how did Higuchi kill? We set up that elaborate trap with Matsuda to figure that out, and then we just arrested him without finding anything out, and nobody ever brought up the subject again. And, what are you planning with my father? Don't think I haven't noticed that you two are sending secret signals of some kind back and forth. And, most importantly, what happened to me so that I made all those threats?"
L said, "Everything you just asked is classified information. You promised not to ask these things if I came home to visit with you. If you're going to break our agreement, I will go home right now and you will never see me again."
Light said, "If you go home, I will continuously bother my father about it. I can tell that you want me to leave him alone. Isn't that right, L?"
L dropped his voice to a quiet hiss and said, "Kira erased parts of your memories, and the more you know about it, the more harm it will do you."
Light looked surprised, but then his face changed to disbelief. He raised his fist, and at that moment, L whipped his legs forward in a weird-looking, incredibly graceful movement, quickly planting his feet under Light's armpits, and gave a tremendous kick that send Light flying across the room, landing on his bed. A moment later, L was up, dragging his futon along with him as he headed for the door, muttering, "I'm more flexible than I look."
Light panted on the bed, holding hands to his armpits and wincing in pain. L pulled his futon out the bedroom door in a series of awkward jerks and said, "I could have hurt you if I wanted to. I've always held back during our fights. If I'd thrown you against the wall instead of on your bed I may have cracked your ribs."
Light simply crouched on his bed, breathing with heavy gasps and glaring. Just then Sayu walked by in the hallway. She glanced back and forth, seeing L removing his futon from the room and Light in an odd position on the bed, panting.
Sayu asked, "What's going on?"
L said, "I am going to sleep downstairs, in the living room."
Sayu looked curiously at Light's state of disarray and L's mussed hair. Dawning comprehension came into her face. She said, "Oh! Did you two just have a lovers' quarrel? Is this why there's trouble with Misa now?"
Light blushed strongly, and Sayu's look of understanding deepened. L said, "If there is anything of that nature between us, it is entirely in Light's imagination. Light is my friend and nothing more."
Sayu said, "But look at him blushing! I haven't seen him blush like that since he was a kid."
L continued moving his futon out of Light's room and said, "That's because he's remembering inappropriate things he said to me earlier today. I'm sure Light doesn't want anyone to tell his father about those things."
Light's eyes narrowed and a mean look came into them. He obviously understood the threat. If he pushed L too far, L could not only tell Soichiro about the sexual offers, L could even have Soichiro watch the video that showed Light verbally whoring out himself and Misa to practically everyone.
Light said, "Sayu, if you care about my happiness, and if you ever again want to receive help on your homework, you won't speak of this."
Sayu looked back and forth between L and Light, then nodded. L was having some trouble pulling the futon along because it was so floppy and heavy and awkwardly large, so Sayu got at the other end and helped. Rem positioned herself in the middle and secretly moved the futon along as well, especially on the difficult navigation down the stairs, and Sayu seemed not to notice anything. Soon the futon was being situated on the living room floor and L was putting on his shy act again and talking about being afraid of Light, so of course Sayu was willing to go upstairs again and get all the blankets L needed.
L made a little nest of blankets in the center of the futon and squatted there in his usual sitting position. Sayu sat down on the nearby couch and said, "Ryuzaki, I know you're easily scared. Light said you're the most paranoid person he's ever met. But, you're safe here. Light sometimes looks mean, but he'd never actually hurt anyone. He wouldn't hurt you."
L huddled in on himself further, drawing his knees in to touch his neck. His face was uncomfortable, his eyes downcast. A look of pity came into Sayu's eyes.
Sayu said, "Light said that you've never had a friend before him. Well, friends aren't always going to hit on you. If that's what is frightening you, just calm down. Light wouldn't do anything unless you liked it, and if you decide to get other friends someday, they probably won't put any sexual pressure on you."
L put a thumb to his mouth and nodded. He was looking more child-like than ever. How much of this was an act? Or, perhaps L really was like this around people who were neither his co-workers nor suspects, in situations where he had no role to play or mission to perform and was left to flounder around in the uncharted territory of the human social arena.
Sayu said, "How is your girlfriend? How did you get one without knowing how to make friends?"
L said, "Light helped me get a girlfriend, but he doesn't realize the things he did that benefited me that way. My girlfriend hasn't had many friends either. She's only had two in her life, and one of them died. We have a lot in common."
Sayu's face looked even sadder. She said, "I'm sorry I kept saying that you sit like a frog and other things like that. I'm just a very teasing person and I get so excited and then I just say whatever thoughts pop into my head. That's how I show affection. You should keep coming to visit us. Light and me will both show you how to make friends, and soon you'll have a lot of them and then you won't be so scared. Tomorrow, we'll make sure you have a great time. Everything will go wonderfully."
L nodded and then, in an awkward way, he turned himself around in his nest of blankets and faced directly away from Sayu, as if he were saying that the conversation was over. Sayu got up from the couch and left, turning off all the lights on her way out. After a few minutes, L said, "Rem, I am not dealing with any of this very well. There are more than enough blankets here to shield me from your coldness. Can you wrap me up and hold me?"
Tenderly, Rem wrapped L in several layers of blankets, including two thick quilts, and then she held him closely, cuddling him. He sighed and relaxed back into her. He was so tiny in her grasp. L almost looked brittle, like he might break. After a time his eyes closed, his breathing slowed, and his face became peaceful. Rem held him all night long, looking down at the marvelous, beautiful human she had somehow managed to obtain as her very own.
A/N (Author's Note):
Yes, I did have the gall to write a SoichiroxSachiko sex scene. I've never seen one before. I hope it was sweet and funny and didn't squick anyone out too much.
Here's some highlights from what's upcoming:
Vacation I, II and III (three chapters): Fun with the Yagami family.
Emergency I and II : Light is still causing trouble, and Misa is officially insane. Also, Matsuda thinks L is a robot. World of Warcraft is worked in as well. Mello, Near and Matt appear.
War Priestess: Flashback chapter involving more stuff with shinigami.
Tattoos I and II: L gets lots and lots of tattoos. For intellectual reasons, of course. Also, Rem finally gets orgasms of her own.
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