Dread Summons Met

Light knew that L had no doubt in his mind that he was Kira. That thought infuriated him.


Nonetheless L was continuing his advances towards the teen. That thought enraged Light more so. Their first fight had been over the fact that L had lost inspiration.


Light had correctly interpreted that as to mean, there was no need to search else where for Kira, he was sitting right here in this living room. ‘I’m depressed because I can’t incriminate him yet.’ So Light did some thing brash.


Something he would never have done where he in any other situation. He threw a punch and landed it. He had initiated the first physical fight between them, fueled by his treatment while he was detained and the terrifying fake execution incident.


But even then, it was a partial mask. Light was so very good with masks.


Venetian in quality, never dull and always intricate.


But it had been easy to tell himself that it was a simple attraction. He had always known he was attracted to intelligence. Of course he would become smitten with the most intelligent person he had ever met.


It was just an obstacle. Light would prove his own innocence and in the process demean and crush L. If L didn’t want to do the work that was fine. More credit to him then.


Light typed away furiously on the console. The deaths from what appeared to be Kira had stopped for the past few days. Light having already researched the murders, was now devising a program to easily run comparisons between all the murder victims. But he kept making errors, due to the fact that he was so exhausted. L was idly snacking away at some Koala’s March and typing repetitiously.


It was already late and the rest of the team had departed to their homes. When they began to file out Light felt a twinge of jealousy hit him.


“Light would you look at this, and give me your input?” Light stretched and slid his chair over to L’s own console.


“What is it?”


“In the beginning of my suspicion towards you in my surveillance you bought almost an entire bushel of apples in less than a month.”


“…I remember buying them, I craved apples so what?” Light looked on unimpressed.


“Do you remember eating all those apples?”


“Should I take note of every detail for the rest of my life such as eating fruit? So that I might escape suspicion of murder?”


“I only wonder because eating that many apples would have had an effect on your physiology. When we took some blood during your detainment there was no heightened level of vitamin C. Plus we examined your teeth and the enamel was fine. Eating that many apples in that short of a time can also effect your bowel movements.” Light blushed.


To be honest with himself He didn’t remember eating any apples at all.


But so what, how could apples incriminate him?


“Do you remember these?” L handed over the photos taken of messages that prisoners had left before being killed by Kira.


“Of course, ‘L, do you know shinigami’s only eat apples?’ This is hardly proof L.”


“True, but it is food for thought.” L seemed to dismiss Light. Light stomped back to his computer.


“Damn annoying aspergers freak.” Light mumbled.


“What was that Raito kun?”


“Nothing.”


“Actually you are correct, I do have Aspergers, but it’s very mild.” Light snorted, then yawned. L watched for a few moments. Suddenly the cuff pulled Lights arm and the force of it rolled his chair over next to the detective.


“What are you thinking about?”


“Nothing.”


“You look a little perturbed at the information I just gave you. May I tell you my hypothesis?”


“Don’t let me stop you.” Said Light around another yawn.


“Please listen to me Yagami kun. I want you to understand where I am coming from. I know you are an intelligent being, and you should know that if there is any doubt at all it should be investigated.” He manipulates, he twists.

Light Yagami is Kira, he is sure of it. This is merely for investigation’s sake. Finally Light agrees and allows the detective to continue.


“I think that some how you no longer have knowledge of the fact that you are Kira.” Light tenses but he does not interrupt.


“Your memory has been taken. You have admitted yourself that the details of you and Missa are hazy at best, the deaths stopped when you were confined at first, and now these apples…” Light’s own mind was in turmoil. He would never kill so many people but the facts where there. And he had the distinct impression that his mind had been tampered with.


“I’m not Kira!” Light exclaims but his body is oddly stiff and still. L wonders if that exclamation was for L or Light himself.


“But what if you were at one point.” L wass shocked as the teen began to shiver. His teeth chattering in his skull. The teen wraps his arms around himself.


“I…”


“What?” L pushes.


“I’m not Kira.” But the statement is weak.


“Ok so what if I was Kira and I lost my memory of it.” Light looked up at L, His eyes rimmed with black from exhaustion. Much like L’s own.


“Then you should be under surveillance. You should be detained…” Suddenly Light stands and his effeminate hands flutter to his mouth. His face has changed to a strange gray color; L understands and quickly rushes Light into the bathroom.


Light proceeds to empty his stomach into the ceramic basin. A twinge of guilt strikes L. Due to the lack of sleep, Light was not very hungry today and the only thing he had eaten was a bowl of pork Ramen with sprouts. He now had nothing in his stomach.


L’s conscience was raging and he knelt besides the still dry heaving Light with a glass of cool crisp water and he placed a hand on his back rubbing soothing circles.


When Light was finished he stood and wavered so that L insisted on helping him up to their room, where Light immediately brushed his teeth. When he finished, he turned untrusting eyes on L.


So long he had been on his own. No confidant. He seemed to be gauging his own courage and L’s competence as someone whom he could talk to.


‘Everything I say will be put through the formula that I am Kira but…’ The teen’s thoughts flitted back to the earlier conversation. Was he Kira?


All thoughts of self-preservation were cast aside as he decided to alleviate his mind with the easy way out.


“L What if I am Kira?” L tasted the bitterness that came with this small victory. He only wanted Light to see that his being Kira was a very feasible possibility, but then why did he feel so rotten for going about it this way?


L enveloped Light in a warm embrace in the dark of the bathroom. Light froze in his grasp. He was stiff for a long time, but soon his shoulders sagged and he let himself soak in the much-needed comfort to his frazzled psyche.


But with the relief came the tears.


Light remembered once he had spun out on his bike in a gravel pit when he was much younger. His leg had road burn all up the side of it, but he walked with dignity the entire two miles back to his home. He would be all right. Blood tended to exaggerate itself, and he was no little boy.


But when he opened the front door and his mother caught site of him, instantly fawning all over him, worried, dismayed. ‘Oh my god! Light honey! Are you alright?’ Instantly his younger self burst into tears.


He imagined that this was similar.


“L, what if I am Kira?” Light asked again more franticly.


“Then you should be punished accordingly. You know as well as I that Kira must experience real justice.” Light nodded against L’s shoulder.


He allowed himself to be lead to the bed. L handed him his nightclothes and he changed quickly. His pride did not allow him to speak out his fears anymore. All he wanted now was to sleep. And L allowed him that. If only for a few hours.