Another Teen Pregnancy

Another Teen Pregnancy
By GreyPenInk
Part 2
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note or any of the characters! I have no money so please don’t sue me! (I only own Dr. Ramos.)
Warning: LxRaito. MPREG. Rated M for adult content, dark themes, nudity and language.

Note From The Author: Like I said before in the first part the sole purpose of this story was to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito.
Yet when I got so many hits and reviews on the same day I posted it and I got encouraged. Actually at first I got scared and fell off my chair. The reason being this sudden pressure to please. To please all these lovely people flattering me and wanting more.
However I am picturing more of a dark story. I warn you now that I’ll use whatever skill I have to turn this story into something dark and fairly OOC (out of character) because of it. If you don’t like that then get out now.
(Again I haven’t read any mpreg in a very long time. I have not read the other DN mpregs posted as I am not a fan of that type of L and Raito pairing. So if I step on any toes, including toes of other mpreg DN authors, Sorry.)

Now with all that done on with the show!

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So what to do now?

What to do with the boy, er gir-, boy damn it! The brat was born a boy and L would just stick to it… for now.

L was semi-stuck. He knew he just had to curl up and think about this rationally but for the first time in his life he didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to because it was blaringly obvious he would not like all the answers that came up. He would especially not like all the feelings that would likely come up with those answers.

Gah! This situation was ridiculous! The laws of nature shouldn’t bend this way! Who ever heard of a male becoming pregnant?

Some part of his vast memory bank reminded him that male sea horses hold their larvae in a pouch until they matured. L told his own mind to shut up. Besides, female sea horses were still the ones that got impregnated first then transferred the immature young to the male.

L doubted Raito-Kun would have consciously let anyone knock him up. Even without that knowledge all previous partners of the brat had been female. At least, in the last five months period his tight monitoring of the gaki told him that all the young Yagami’s partners had been female. And the probability of a girl, including one as suspicious as Misa-San, also having the anatomy capable of transferring a fertilized egg into anybody else was well below 0.000001%.

Gah! Get off the sea horse trip! Was his mind really so weird or was he just looking for away out of being a father-to-be? L’s not sure he wants the answer to that. He wanted the baby, right? Right? Had he not, just minutes ago, been irrational and willing to compromise his case and his friend for their child?

Yes their child. Unless Raito-Kun was somehow cloning himself, which was improbable especially given the timing of the conception, he was the father of their baby. Although this whole situation made little sense, it was more probable that only the teen possessed strange anatomy and had been fucked by a guy. All other combinations were just too unlikely. So lucky him for being that guy and L’s sure he was that guy. He’d been Raito-Kun’s first male lover. L knew that for a fact, as good an actor as the brat was there are some things one just can’t fake.

So what to do now?

He stalled and wondered what was the point of even having females and males to every species if anomalies like this could happen. No, this wasn’t just an anomaly; this was unnatural and heading into the supernatural… Like Kira’s power.

For the second time in a short while midnight eyes widened. How had he let that thought slip by him? Ah yes, he’d had to carry his unconscious companion in.

Anyway, this was proof wasn’t it? Proof that Yagami Raito was indeed the first, original Kira. The power to control and kill people with just a name and face was certainly paranormal. The boy’s strange development was also paranormal. Yet could one call a human male’s ability to become impregnated a power? That seemed odd to the investigator. True both abilities were outside the norm but what connection did they really have?

It wasn’t like Kira took criminal lives to give rise to an offspring of his own. Yes that couldn’t be the case because Kira was definitely conscious of his actions and planned every action precisely. A planned pregnancy was too outside Kira’s profile and had many unpredictable variables. So at the very least this turn of events was unplanned and would probably stick a wretch in Kira’s overall plan, whether Raito was it or not. Yes, it wasn’t direct proof Raito-Kun’s being Kira, but the percent suspicion… So then what would need to be done? Should he keep the boy?

Damnit what was he thinking?

L set his computer to the floor and pulled his legs in, sitting down on his haunches. He needed to think about this, dislike at the outcome be damned. He was world-class-detectives L, Eraldo Coil, and Danuve; his life was his job and his job required him to be distant and objective. Lately he’d been letting that slip, letting the gaki in too close. Sure the brat was a friend but more importantly the auburn haired youth was a serial killer. L turned to the sleeping teen but the other was on his side facing away from him. With the covers drawn up all the way to that slender neck it was hard to tell if his suspect was breathing. However the skin kept its fleshy tone so L was assured that the youth hadn’t suffered a teenaged version of SIDS. (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)

If he could prove Raito-Kun was Kira it was his sworn duty to turn him over to the authorities, child be damned and his unborn-child be damned too. The world needed Kira to be caught, required the capture of this murderer and L was the one to do it.

Yet said kid chose that instant to roll over and those thoughts went out the window. Damn. L brought his thumb to his mouth and bit it. Hard. The band. Harder. The mask of pregnancy. Harder. The stretch of skin that sat over the tops of cheekbones and bridged over a perfectly straight nose, it was darker. Hardest. Not terribly, yet it clashed with the base skin tone enough for it to be visible to most. Blood and the sickening taste of copper and plasma. Quickly he pulled his hand back and inspected it. The wound was tiny and had already stopped bleeding. It was not worth any attention.

Not like Raito-Kun. The youngest Yagami male was always worth his attention. L noted that already the dark circles under the eyes had lightened, as some sort of direct contrast to the mask. The glow somehow looked stronger at the present and now that he knew what, soon to be whom, caused it, the luminescence seemed to call to him.

Very deliberately he pushed himself out of a crouch and under the covers with his prime suspect. Sweet soft lips were so very slightly open and simply excruciatingly inviting. L drew near and leaned in for the barest of brushes of their mouths. At the ghost of a touch Raito-Kun began to stir and the eyelids fluttered.

Oh Fuck! The teen was waking up!

Oh sure the adolescent could sleep through being moved and carried, was able to sleep through him tugging and violently shaking his right hand in hopeless attempts to free it but one freaking little lousy kiss and the brat was awake! Damn, was this boy ever emotionally retarded!

L held his breath in hopes the teen wouldn’t… Raito-Kun shifted closer…. L tensed up, every muscle in his body going ridged… then promptly the teen rolled over and away.

L literally sagged in bed. Well just what had he been expecting? Given the teen’s pregnancy induced tiredness, prior to the 72 hours of near constant searching for Kira, prior to their bout of sex, prior to a VERY stressful doctor’s visit, prior to being sedated; Raito-Kun was not likely to wake up before night fall. So why the hell was he feeling so jumpy?

Especially since sleep was requesting him too but there were many other things to do first. L mentally grimaced. The Kira case could not be put on hold but the investigation team would have to be handled. Especially delicate Raito-Kun’s big bear of a father… Brrr. Then there were people he would have to contact and inform. Even more people he would have to make sure stayed out of the loop. And there was that doctor, all she said and— L halted. All she said... had been about getting rid of his baby, she never said anything about being able to keep it!

His guts seemed to pick then to experience that ‘free fall’ feeling for whatever inappropriate reason. When they decided to come back to the ground again L pulled up the file Mr. Wammy had made of the doctor. He scanned it quickly and though nothing appeared out of the norm, L's instincts were bothering him. Never one to let them sit he did a bit of digging. After all, if their baby could be kept they would need a pediatrician.
Past bringing up her file he dove into every available piece of police data on her. What he found was eye opening to say the least. How had the old man missed this? Ah, though divorced she’d still had her married name then. It appeared this woman had had two small run-ins with real yakuza before. The first of death threats and the second a break in. Yet all reports indicating originating from worried neighbors, further than that there was no indication of current ties, a record of bare minimum police involvement, and a general up standing citizen’s record with nothing but two parking tickets.
Glad he checked L paused to think for half a moment. If he took this into account with the information Mr. Wammy put together. Hmm. Actually she could be of some use. He grabbed his cell and left the room. He would let the brat sleep; the physician however… It was now ten until five in the morning and with all the manners of a rock he dialed the doctor's personal, private line.

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An unopened bottle of white wine was slowly passed from one hand to the other and then was returned. Back and forth, back and forth. Yet no matter how many times the full bottle switched hands she could not decide. To drink or not to drink, that was her question.
If she did all the guilt eating at her would leave, if just for a time. Not that she didn’t deserve the guilt. If she did she’d have one hell of a hangover, and it still wouldn’t be near enough punishment. So what was the point in intoxicating herself? Didn’t morality deem it her duty now to wallow in her condemnation, make herself as miserable as possible? And didn’t that mean being stone cold sober?
She sighed. Dear Dios, what had happened to all her backbone? When had she become such a coward?
Dark eyes looked at the phone in her lap. She wanted terribly to call her daughter again, to hear her voice, to have confirmation the HER child lived. Her child while Sachiko’s… Oh she would never be able to face her old friend ever again. She—
Had to answer the phone as it was ringing. Why was her daughter calling her back so soon?
“¿Mi ‘ja? ¿Estás bien? Yo no creia-”1
“Doctor Rosa Ramos? Head of the pediatric division?” a low voice interrupted.
The older woman stiffened in her chair. This person was not her daughter, not her Kikyo. This man, for it was a male voice, knew her, her job and her private number. What the hell? “Yes this is she. Who is this and how did you get this number?”
“This is Kenichi and the latter is unimportant.” There was a shortness to the monotone.
The foreign woman's insides turned to ice. It was HIM. It was that weird, creepy, pasty, rich bastard that just had to be yakuza! The one that had likely killed, by now, poor Raito-Kun. The very man that had sent her running to her phone to check that HER daughter was alright. Was he calling to intimidate her into silence? It galled her self-respect to know she would comply.
“Ramos-San.” L semi-question when her pause grew too long.
She should hang up right now! Still the dark haired female needed some of her old grit back. Casually as she could she responded. “Ah yes! The boyfiend. Excuse me boyfriend. When can I expect the body to be found? And I do hope you left his face relatively intact, it would make his funeral much more pleasant.” That tiny bit of bravery spent she went silent. From past experience she knew it was not… healthy… to truly annoy people with power.
L rocked back on his metaphorical heels. Obviously this woman and he were on different wavelengths. That she’d thought him a criminal met his expectation. However she believed he killed Raito-Kun? Some of her previous actions now made sense; the murderous glare, the injection, the assurance that the gaki would not wake, the insistance that THEY had time to plan an action and the reluctance of the youth leaving the hospital. The physician had thought L was taking Raito-Kun to be executed in order not to deal with the anomaly and she had given the brat a shot to insure a painless death.
She had an acute awareness of low level criminal operational planning, yet that suited L all the better. Purposefully he said nothing in answer to this. He needed her off her toes.
The silence made her nervous. Had she said too much? Obviously he was in the high circles if he got her number so quick. Not like other times, that had taken two days each. When the hell would she learn to keep her nosy nose out of the things like this! Medical mysteries were just not worth the danger!
Hesitantly she got down to what she thought was the heart of the matter. “I’m quite good at keeping my mouth shut. I’d never dream of going to the police. They will never know anything from me. In fact nobody will. I’ve already gotten rid of all scans and photos at the hospital. Walter-San has the only existing copies.”
A tight, pale grin arose from that. A brave woman she was not, her own worries were breaking her down. It was however pleasing to know that his hunch about her distrust in law enforcement was right.
As the minutes ticked by, Kenichi-San’s quiet was slowly driving her absolutely insane! Were criminals into psychological torture these days? Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth the bottle in the dark skinned hands went.
L heard the sound of… something moving. It was increasing in pace, likely the doctor was fiddling with something. Observing the dull noise switch to a near frantic speed L could tell she was cracking. As with almost all civilians, just a few minutes of L’s time would be needed.
Mentally she cursed herself for taking interest in that strange lab report and for agreeing to the late meeting. Oh, and at this point she was half willing to curse Raito-Kun for that sweet face of his. Wasn’t there a saying about curiosity killing some animal and another about bad things coming from innocent looking packages? How much longer would the silence continue? At this rate she would have a panic attack. “Kenichi-San?” No answer. “Kenichi-Sama?”
Sama eh? And the fear in the voice was palatable to L. She was dangerous because she was afraid of him yet she was useful for the same reason. “It’s good to know you won’t be running to the police Ramos-San. But then there is no reason to run. Despite what you may have thought he is alive and well. Actually it’s his continued health that I am calling about.”
Stop went the bottle. It took about five seconds for the information to click and when it did she sat for another two moments totally stunned. So she hadn’t handed the boy over to a death sentence… A gargantuan guilt melted off her shoulders. Her little miracle case lived!
“R-r-r-ra-rai-.” She stopped herself. This was not the time to act like a stuttering fool. “I am glad to hear that Kenichi-Sama.” Actually she was so far beyond glad it was immeasurable. “I know this is not a matter that needs attention drawn to it, but please know that all matters can be taken care of at the hospital. I know three nurses that know how to be the definition of discrete and I can arrange them to be there on the night of your choosing. So when would you like to schedule the surgery?”
L scowled at that. A nasty feeling had passed through him at the word surgery. Writing it off as potential-parent-worry, which was still very new to him, he asserted. “I believe there is a misunderstanding Ramos-San. I am not interested in aborting MY baby; I want MY baby kept to term.”
The bottle fell to the floor, clattered, rolled a bit and went completely unnoticed. “To term?!” Was he freaking kidding her? Logic said yes but she knew he was serious. “But we-, I-, it can’t be said that that’s even possible! Hell his current state shouldn’t be possible! There is no way to know for how long that’s going to last. And from that short exam I can’t say that it wouldn’t be compromising his health to continue. Not to mention his mental health! The hormone imbalance alone might send him over the edge. Oh and the odds of the child coming out normal from a situation like this! The odds of deformity, especially now including the CAT scan and the dyes, there-“
“There could be a deformity?” L again interrupted, his toes curled and it was difficult to keep his tone even.
Ramos stopped. ‘Well duh!’ didn’t seem the right response now so she went for: “All things considered, there could be several. I don’t know what spawned this mutation in him. I can’t say that the fetus wouldn’t contract it or something worse. I can’t assume this would be a normal pregnancy. I don’t know that the fetus is even genetically stable. Beyond that how can I be sure the cells, tissues, organs and systems will form as they should? I mean…” She trailed off. Good Lord, there was just so much to think about; her head began to spin.

L did not like that answer and he doubted he would like the next answer but he asked anyway. “Is there even a chance for both he and the baby to be well and go to full term?”
“Well yes but I don’t think it’s a good one. There needs to be a more thorough examination of his abdomen to give an actual estimation.”

“Then another appointment will need to be arranged and soon.”

The physician’s heart rate doubled as another mental click occurred. “That’s why you called isn’t it?” Silence was her only answer. Holy high heaven, the pasty dangerous man wanted another appointment and possibly more after that. Up to four months of working in Yakuza grip. The very thought had her thankful she was already sitting!

Yet could she really turn her back on Raito-Kun again? For real this time and when he had a chance of survival? As nonchalantly as she could; “Well two A.M. is still good for me. What day works for the both of you?”

At the proper reply L spoke, “Tatsuya-Kun and I will be in touch,” and hung up.

“Tat-” A dial tone sounded. “-suya-Kun…?” Doctor Ramos looked at the phone in her hand. Why had Kenichi-Sama call Raito-Kun ‘Tatsuya’ to her? Hadn’t the youngest Yagami told him of their connection? As she thought about this dawning struck her. Raito-Kun couldn’t have told him. There was just no way the boy was up yet, not with the shot dosage she’d given him. Also there had only been ‘I’ and ‘my’ in the conversation, no ‘we’ or ‘our.’ Feminine black eyes narrowed and very nasty names for Kenichi-Teme sprung to mind.

“Hijo de la gran puta!”2 She swore in her native tongue. This meant that Cabron3 was calling all the shots and would likely force Raito-Kun to keep this pregnancy. Oh how she wanted to wrap her hands around that pale skinny neck and just squeeze right now. It was maddening to know she couldn’t and worse to know she wouldn’t. She snorted in anger; but really all she could do was go with it, at least for now.

Setting the phone down Rosa was surprised to find her other hand empty. Where had the bottle gone? Locating it quickly she got up and set it on the reading table beside her. This was absolutely not the time for wine of any sorts. Resolutely she walked away from it. Now was the time to look through her things and find that old bottle of tequila she’d kept.

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Call terminated, L put his cell on the counter and his palms took their familiar place atop his knees. He thought about what the woman had said. It was true, both she and he could not assume this would be a normal pregnancy. Beyond being monitored Raito-Kun would have to be medically monitored and more closely than L had previously supposed.
This meant more drastic actions would have to be taken and dealt with in a shorter time scale. Especially with the team… Retrieving his cellular again L set about making a series of phone calls and e-mails, with a bit of video splicing thrown into the mix.
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At seven sharp Aizawa and Matsuda walked in, only one of the two immediately noticed the change.

With distrust clear in his voice Aizawa demanded, “Ryuuzaki-San where is Raito-San?” The afro-haired man had thus far been under the impression that the teen would never be fully cleared by the detective, no matter his innocence. For the both not to be chained…

The youngest cop stopped and glanced around. “Oh yeah, he’s not attached to you.”

L feigned slight annoyance as he turned to the two. “He is in bed, wasting time sleeping. At five this morning he collapsed. It is unlikely he will wake before this evening.” With that he turned back to the computer screen before him.

Aizawa nodded in understanding. Now that he could believe. The insomniac had kept an insane schedule since their break in the case. It wasn’t surprising that the teenager couldn’t keep up with the chronically sleep deprived.

Matsuda’s face mimicked a goldfish for a long moment. “You mean you guys worked through last night? Like a whole day straight?”

Aizawa almost face planted on the floor.

L swiveled in his chair to give the idiot a queer look.

Once he recovered the older cop started. “What the hell? Matsuda didn’t you notice?” How could the other not have seen Ryuuzaki-San and Raito-San working for three days straight?

A blank stared was stuck on the puzzled face. “Notice what?”

The afro-headed man groaned while L went back to work, both just let it go. The moron wasn’t worth the time explaining.

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Soichiro could follow along well enough, he could read between the lines but what was actually said wasn’t registering. He supposed he was in shock, or he was until Mogi caught him with a quiet “Chief?”

Stepping further away from the Director’s door, he pulled the other officer with him. “Mogi-San I’ve just been informed of some very grave news.”

As he explained he watched the taller man’s face, it remained as stoic as always. At first Soichiro thought it was the shock, then realized it wasn’t and wondered if Mogi just got botox injections often.

Once the big man had heard everything and the elder Yagami himself had calmed significantly it was clear what then had to do. After a bit of filing they left for the team base. The ride there had never felt so long to the older police officer.

As always the chief’s eyes sought out his son as soon as he arrived, not finding him was enough to throw him off topic. Already on edge he was quick to ask, “Ryuuzaki-San where is my son?”

L instead of answering typed in a few simple keys on the giant computer and a shot, taken from behind of Raito-Kun sleeping was displayed for a brief moment. “Yagami-San’s son will be sleeping for a few more hours.”

Soichiro blinked and felt a rush of parental feelings spread in him. His son, his perfect boy, was working so terribly hard to clear his name and was trying so valiantly to pursue justice that the father had let many things slip by him. He was regretting it now. He should have talked to him each time Raito had regurgitated from stress. He should have laid a hand on a shoulder each time the adolescent had slipped into quiet, distressed, catatonic thought. Hell, he should have been the one to pull his son out of that, not Ryuuzaki with whatever he’d quietly whisper in the still ear.

But, as usual, he’d taken too much pride in Raito’s cheeriness and enthusiasm with the case. He’d always seen his eldest child as some pure and unstoppable force; as this untouchable entity that would eventually change the world for the better. Yet he’d just seen him asleep for exhaustion. It was deplorable to the father to realize he’d let things get so far. Never the less his angel child’s dedication spurred him on in his decision. “Everyone, I have an announcement. I just heard from the director that Kira has started bribing politicians.”4

L watched silently as Aizawa interrupted and looked hopeful, only to be shot down. The disbelief on the puffed haired man and the idiot was clear as day. The look only intensified as the Chief told of resigning from the NPA and it all began to sink in for the two.

L chose then to speak up. “I think you should all go back to the police. I was all alone in the beginning. Almost every police officer turned their backs to me when the threat of losing their lives became reality… With the support you guys gave me until now, I’ll be able to continue this case on my own.”5

Naturally Yagami-San was quick to point out that he’d been the one to ask help from the NPA. Equally fast L let him know that with out police support, four mere civilians wouldn’t cut it. When the older man pressed to at least have the option of choosing to go or to stay, L shut him down completely. “Your eagerness to keep pursuing Kira means nothing. If you quit all you would be is a civilian. Besides my rule of not working with civilians, you would just get in my way of pursuing Kira through non-police related avenues.” L pause to open the link to Mr. Wammy and a gothic letter L. “Watari please escort them to the door and take back all key cards. They will not be returning.”

Soichiro was close to jittering with rage. Ryuuzaki really was a bastard! With teeth grit he made for the bedroom to get his sleeping son, only to be stopped when Watari appeared and stepped into his way, deliberately not letting him pass. He spun to the famed investigator. “Ryuuzaki-San! What is the meaning of this? You just said you don’t work with civilians!”

No matter that that was a lie L defended, “Correct, but Yagami-Kun is not just a civilian, he is still a suspect and I do work with suspects.”

Soichiro’s jaw dropped and worked a few times with no success. “Y-you’re keeping my son?” The entire room was suddenly devoid of all sound when Ryuuzaki just nodded. All the police stared completely dumbfounded. “B-but he’s my son!”

L gave him a flat look, “I am aware of the relation Yagami-San now if you will please leave.”

At last Soichiro’s top blew and in a bark of a yell he let out, “I’m not leaving my son with you! Look how you treat him, up three days if not more! And you fight! Who’ll be here to stop you?”

“This is the first that Yagami-San complains of my treatment of him. If it was no concern of yours before it should be no concern of yours now. Also you recall it was Matsuda that stopped all fights, if not he and I ourselves. As for sleeping…” L quirked a curious grin. “Is Yagami-San suggesting a bedtime for Yagami-Kun?” Oh that was hilarious to the super sleuth.

The remarks stung the father, stung him deeply and Ryuuzaki’s patronizing words did not help! Not giving up he asserted; “How do I know you won’t just lock him up again or do something to him?”

L stopped another grin at the vague ‘do something.’ Oh he’d ‘done’ quite a lot to the brat already and it landed him in this mess. Still he said, “Your concern of locking him up or causing undue harm is unfounded. Kira is still at large and it would be a waste not to utilize Yagami-Kun and insure his highest efficiency.” He paused then added, “Besides Yagami-Kun would be returned to you when cleared of all suspicion and proven innocent, as he will be a civilian then.”

Reminded of the accusation held against his child, Soichiro halted his would-be reply. What could he say? Say to the man in charge of bringing the world’s most infamous murderer to justice. Say to the man that had his son’s future in his hands. Even if he were not taking that into account, Raito would surely be furious to be pulled off the case. Rightly so too, his boy would have still been a suspect but with no means of working to clear his name. No as much as he hated this, and he did, he could not do that to his precious Raito. He made another move to the room, at least to say goodbye yet Watari stood firmly in his path. He sighed in frustration, then; “Please tell my son I want him to take better care of himself.”

L looked on coolly as the chief then the others commenced to leave. Once they were gone a tiny pang of remorse hit him. He would miss the company if not the people themselves. And he didn’t feel too proud of himself for separating Yagami Soichiro from his son, permanently. However it had to be done and he should at minimum be glad that his plan went off without hitch or detection. Though he was down a few favors, it was well worth it to keep his unborn child.

L’s mood only went up when Mr. Wammy returned bringing a whole strawberry cheesecake.

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After finishing off the strawberry packed morsel L wondered what to do now. It was just nine A.M. now and already the doctor, the team and most importantly Yagami-San had all been taken care of. L longer had to be concerned the older man finding out he was shagging ‘his perfect son,’ and made the other a soon-to-be-grandfather. No amount of excitement over a bun in the oven, never mind that the oven shouldn’t be there in the first place, would have held him back. L tensed slightly realizing belatedly that Aizawa, maybe even Mogi would have likely followed their chief in turning him from white to black and blue. Oh that would not have been pretty.

Anyway with those matters seen to and just waiting for reply to his other plans L was left with either work or research. Then an abrupt yawn reminded him of a third option. Having actually stayed up a full 96 hour that included work, stress, sex, worry, becoming a potential father and a big change to his life, L thought sleep was best now.

Funny how he suddenly felt more tried now that he was heading to bed. Once he entered the room he looked at his friend, peacefully sleeping on mentioned bed. Not bothering with his clothes sat on top of the covers. Now what to do about Raito-Kun?

His baby he wanted, his kid he would keep but what about the brat? What about the gaki wrapped around his child? Looking at the adolescent; so relax, with the dark half-moons under his eyes gone and the baby glow back in full force, L thought back to their first time. To the screw that figuratively screwed the both of them.

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145 Days Ago

His Kira suspect wanted to be locked up, fine but first he wanted to scratch an itch. “Yagami-Kun will follow me, I have something I want to discus in private with him. The team will stay here and break for one hour.” That was all he needed to say as he got up with the youth following him. L had total control over the situation but he wondered if that would last. He could practically hear the deductions and the possibilities running through Raito-Kun’s head as they went down one floor in the elevator. He had reserved two floors above and below the hotel floor they worked in. His usual paranoia was paying off as they trekked down the long hall to the supply closet. Actually L could have chosen to lead Raito-Kun into any number of rooms as they were all open, but it would not do to let the other think this was more than it was. He opened the door to the closet and gave the youth an expectant look.

Dawning awakened in those chocolate orbs and Raito studied him for a moment. So this was what Ryuuzaki wanted. Well… that was blunt, yet when had his pursuer ever been subtle? The teen launched into a debate of the pros and cons of this but stopped himself. Raito knew he would agree, no matter what conclusion he came up with he knew he would agree. He didn’t know why that was so but now wasn’t the time to think about it. The auburn haired one walked in and yanked on the hanging chain, flicking a light on.

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The narrow room was still fairly dark due to the frailty of the single dim bulb, but at least it was clean. Simi-full, metal, open shelves lined the lined the walls to his left and right leaving the far wall bare. Good thing to because he was roughly shoved into it a second later. Raito barely had time to turn around before the detective was pressed to him. Well actually the midnight haired male was kneeling in front of him and holding his hips to the wall. Pale hands lifted then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. So the bastard wanted to blow him? Fine, but that still didn’t mean the he could be pushed around. Raito’s less than civil remark died in his throat as the long fingers jumped into his boxers and grabbed him. Eager beaver wasn’t he?

L took note of the lack of response. Well that was slightly disappointing, yet the member in his grasp was growing hard. He set about stroking the boy and tugging the annoying clothes away. Pants and shorts were down to ankles before the brat’s oppositional streak showed. Rather than be annoyed L planted his mouth on the rising erection. He swirled is tongue over the crown and surprise-surprise, the gaki was willing to part with the lower half of his clothing. Urgently he used his left hand to push the legs further apart to give him room to work while his right sorted through the supplies. Aha, there it was. L moved to deep throat the brat and swallowed it.

Raito had lost his clothes for this? So the genius wasn’t good at everything; this idiot sucked at sucking. Was a bad fellatio going to be his only comfort ahead of his captivity? He was about to recommend he show Ryuuzaki how it was done when a moist touch connected with a place no other had dared. Violently he pushed the other away.

Brown eyes took in the puzzled black eyes. Raito stiffened. Oh! Ryuuzaki wanted sex. Not only that but the pale one thought he wanted it also and had accepted. That was why the investigator had pinned him to the wall and taken away his clothes. Yes, taken them away to take him! Oh this was different than the simple make out sessions the youth was used to. A rush of embarrassment hit him. He was Kira, Soon-To-Be-God of this world, always one step ahead of the detective yet here he was half nude and surprised as hell! Suppressing the shock he focused on the crouched one, so now the question was, would Raito let him?

L watch those too sharp eyes go over him, taking in every relevant detail as the mind behind them worked furiously. It felt like Raito-Kun was analyzing and judging every piece of him. Suddenly he was acutely aware of his physical and social shortcomings. No he was not the suave beauty the boy was, but then why had the gaki accepted this if just to turn him away now? This wasn’t a top-bottom issue; otherwise, the brat would just fight for position. The kid was measuring him, trying to deem him worthy of something maybe?

Abruptly his bewilderment ended as the brat seemed to come to a decision. Firmly two hands encircle his right wrist then maneuvered his fingers back to the gaki’s entrance. Earlier indecision can be studied later. Without further a due L shoved three fingers in, it earns him a loud hiss. His large eyes widen even more and L felt his jaw drop, hastily he withdrew the digits. How the hell was that possible?

The younger male steadily returned from the world of pain that he’d had a quick glimpse of. What he saw when he got back was comprehension glowing in obsidian orbs. He cursed them and the heat they brought to his cheeks. Ryuuzaki knew he had something Kira did not. Even if it was just knowledge of sex and experience; it drove Raito up the wall to be second at any thing. But what could he do about it now? He shifted his gaze away from Ryuuzaki. It had been a mistake to let the man continue. Another mistake. One more and he might as well turn himself in, Kira wasn’t suppose to make mistakes. He willed the redness in his face away.

Okay, likely Raito-Kun wasn’t a complete virgin, but that extreme level of tightness and the prior action probably meant the kid hadn’t been a uke before. For a second, L wondered if they should continue. He’d never been with a virgin before, semi- or otherwise. In fact, the last time he’d had a virgin encounter L had been the virgin. He clearly remembered it being less then good, down right painful actually. At least he knew what not to do. With intentional slowness L neared, giving the brat time to reject him. He would not take it personally if the child did, he’d already been accepted once and if he were turned down now it would be out of fear of pain.

Raito’s instincts were screaming at him to keep the other away yet his nerves stilled at the way the onyx haired one looked at him. Cautiously Ryzuuzaki settled between his parted legs. In deliberate view more lotion was added to the fingers and with a complete lack of haste they touched him there again. The digits gently circled his ring, continuously adding the barest amount of pressure. That felt good and soothed the still stinging flesh. Raito felt even better when the investigator started to lick his re-hardening cock in long strokes from base to tip.

With the attention to his penis it was effortless to ignore the soft caressing at the actual hole of his anus, at least until the tip of an index finger was eased in. Raito waited for the pain but it didn’t come, it just felt weird. Then the finger embarked on moving with great care, gradually introducing more of the thin length. Without any difficulty he adjusted to it swiftly. Then the single digit is removed, even more lotion is added and two fingers are beginning to push at his portal. Raito tries to relax and store all this passively in his mind. To him this closet quickie will be data collection and once it’s over Kira will no longer be second to Ryuuzaki.

Raito-Kun is watching him too closely, is absorbing every detail. There’s something odd regarding it that he can’t pin point. L watches for a reaction as a third is added and finds resistance but there is only curiosity in the chocolate orbs. He takes out his limbs to add more lotion. If L has to use up the whole closet supply so be it. This time the fingers sink to the second knuckle and he commences to scissor them and spread them in any angle he can.

Raito held back a moan as the fingers began to move in and out. It simply wouldn’t do for Kira of all people to be moaning, grunting and groaning like some animal in heat. Even if this was a new, beginning to be pleasurable sensation. Then something inside him got brushed, something that made his dick hop and that standard suddenly seemed a lot more difficult to keep. When they switch from stretching to teasing that spot in him Raito redefined it as the second most pleasurable experience of his life. Unconsciously his body initiated a riposte without him, moving down against the fingers.

Was this feeling the same as what the girls he’d been with went through? If it was he felt as sudden forgiveness for them for being so obnoxiously and grotesquely loud. He was seriously having a tough time keeping his breathing from shaking or his body from overreacting. Yet there had to be more than this, so why the hell was Ryuuzaki being so sluggish? He’d never spent this long prepping a girl, virgin or not. And he wasn’t a girl, he wouldn’t break, he could handle it rough!

L, for the life of him, could not figure out how Raito-Kun was staying so quiet and calm. If not for the dripping erection he would have serious doubts to the brat’s enjoyment of this. However when impatient hands set about pulling him up, the detective almost smirked, the gaki had just betrayed himself. Still he was not done with his prep and L would not be rushed into anything or anyone, tempting though the teen maybe.

Without an ounce of reserve L stood, grabbed the adolescent’s hand and put it over his own covered hard-on. Coffee colored eyes flew open in surprise of what they felt. Yes, that’s right, L’s not exactly lacking there. For all his skinniness, nature or genetics had been very kind to him there. That settled he dropped the limp hand and went back between the now trembling legs to add more lotion and a fourth finger.

Maybe… Maybe guys just needed more prep, Raito thought. Yup, sure they did, he would stick with that. He also would shut up and not hurry the endowed man. Nonetheless there was a part of him that wanted to call the whole thing off before he had to take the ‘whole thing’ inside himself. He wasn’t used to pain, at least not physical pain but he wasn’t used to cowardice either. Besides Kira wouldn’t/shouldn’t back down from fear, pain or fear of pain and it was to late to do so without being a total wimp.

All to soon the digits left him and Ryuuzaki got up to strip. Raito did the same with his remaining shirt. As the shirt lifted away from his head his eyes just happened to see the investigator's weeping member. It had been an accident, it did not spring from morbid fascination or fear. Nope, definitely not either of those he assured himself vehemently. Discretely he took in a deep, calming breath. He would be fine and if he wasn't Ryuuzaki's death would just be that much sweeter when the time came. This he vowed.

L saw a slight shift in the cocoa orbs and that usual determined look rose once more. Thank god, confident Raito-Kun was back, that he could deal with. Feeling more comfortable about not screwing some sort of terrified child, he took his place between firm thighs and pulled one of them up to his waist. The auburn haired youth caught on quickly and wrapped it around L. It was the first proactive move the other had made and conveniently brought him aligned with the hole. At the same instant he began to push in and penetrate L grabbed the cock at his belly, pumping it.

Tight, wet, warm. Tight, Wet, Warm! TIGHT, Wet, Warm!! TIGHT, WET, Warm!!! TIGHT, WET, WARM!!! It was all L’s mind registered at the moment. Sweet fuck! And he was just a third of the way in! It took all his will power not to just savagely take the gaki right now; however, Raito-Kun’s face showing distinct traces of pain certainly assisted. The dark haired man paused a few moments then slowly added another third. He repeated this cycle until he was in to the hilt. Oh he should have scratched this inch long ago, the moment he first met the brat. The ex-cherry-boy had the most delicious, constricting ‘embrace’ he’d ever had. He could barely wait to get going and turn the quiet, harsh, erratic panting that was coming out of the kid’s plush lips into all out screams of ecstasy. L wondered what would it take to make his alias or some confession rise from the mouth. Then again he may bellow Raito-Kun’s name by the end of this, the brat was so freaking tight!

Ow. Ow. Owie! This hurt! Raito just could not get his lungs under control and kept making sounds unbecoming of a God-To-Be. For all of Ryuuzaki’s care this still hurt quite a good deal. It would be a mini-miracle if the large dick didn’t get permanently stuck in him! Why did the bastard have to be so big? Chicks who said bigger was better were morons! The teen swore this was Ryuuzaki’s torture weapon designed to punish him for being Kira. Raito was so going to kill the bastard for this later! Still the pain was receding and the hand on him helped. He tensed as a thumb ran over his slit, then froze as a deep groan rumbled past his ears and the one in him jerked. All hurt vanished for a moment when his prostate was hit with a force much harder than fingers were capable of. Internally Raito moaned. Was that the appeal to guy sex? Maybe he was writing it off just a tad too soon.

Then Ryuuzaki started to move and the pocket monster was petting him in all sorts of ways. He had never expected it to feel like this! This was pleasure from the inside! It was weird! This too full feeling that then was too empty; ever alternating in an increasing rhythm. Yet besides weird it was good. So unbelievably and earthshakingly good! No more than that, it went so far past good in an indescribable way. Without the hurt it was delightful and intoxicating to have someone this close. That fact that it was the detective didn’t matter, none of his partners mattered. It was just this level of closeness, this intimacy he’d never felt before that thrilled him! Instinctively Raito did something he’d never done with another lover, he curled himself around the seme.

L’s pace almost broke when arms drew him close, wrapping around his torso and the auburn head dropped into the crook of his shoulder. Soft lips now muffled their sound against his collarbone, giving tantalizing airy brushes to his skin. Actually the whole young body seemed to pull him near yet compensated for it by using the leg over his hip to hauled him in deeper. L answered by circling a forearm about the back of the slender waist, though he too made up for it by pounding into the brat in earnest, and with the accuracy of a mastermind targeted the gland with every thrust.

Raito couldn’t stop a shudder of elation when the detective changed angles. In his mind he cried out each time Ryuuzaki drove into him and whimpered every time he left. The continuous slamming of his passage and the manipulation of his erection was leaving him breathless, figuratively and literally, he was crushed against a smooth wall after all. This intense feeling, this feeling that made him hot all over and sweat, was waking something up inside him, something almost primal; something previously untouched. He clawed at the raven-haired man and began meeting him move for move.

L bit is lip when the hands on his back turned unfriendly and blunt nails tried to tear into his flesh. He would have marks there later but he just didn’t care. Raito-Kun seemed so impassioned and alive right now; it sent him to inconceivable new heights. If this was what the gaki got like during sex, L was astonished the boy let him see this discomposed side… Then something clicked and the perplexing the way the child had watched him fell into place. Raito-Kun had never had sex with another male prior to him, period. That’s why the brat hadn’t fought him for control and why the youth had observed L so vigilantly. Raito-Kun was learning what to do. That was fine with him and it stroked his pride nicely. The teen may have to sit gingerly for a while but L decided to leave a lasting impression.

Raito’s head shot up when a hold on his other thigh left him disconnected from the ground. At once he stabilized by joining this leg with the other around the detective and hissed at the amazing force of the blows to his pleasure center. Ryuuzaki was supporting all his weight and he was practically sitting on the super member. Each invasion shook his entire frame and the sensation was staggering! With both legs up he was fast approaching orgasm. Already he could feel his sack tighten and a heat coat his flushed skin. Then for some extraordinary reason he locked his gaze with the investigator’s. The other’s eyes were looking at him with such raw-undiluted-lust it was too much! Raito’s climax, the most powerful one of his life, hit him so hard it sucked the sound out of a scream that tore loose.

L let out a long moan as Raito-Kun’s channel clamped near viciously down on him. He couldn’t pull out if wanted to, not that he did. So engrossed in the feeling he didn’t notice the tension in one part of the passage suddenly give and swallow just the very tip of him. It made the smallest amount of suction and that was all L needed. He came in the most mind-blowing, bombastic, electric orgasm ever. The only thing going through his head at that moment was tight, wet, and warm…

As Raito’s rode both Ryuuzaki’s rod and his bliss, the youth didn’t realize a new part of him was breached. The moister levels in him increase and then abruptly the seme came. A tiny part of Raito’s mind that remarkably still worked wrote off the early wetness to pre-cum. Finally his ejaculate seemed to end and send a mass of delectable aftershocks to his system. The world’s best afterglow chose that instant to grab him and the adolescent went limp, in all senses of that word, in the detective’s hold. Raito, in the wake of excellence manifested, unexpectedly felt so sleepy and relaxed. He even gave the other a small smile as dark orbs encountered his.

L nearly chuckled at the positively adorable drowsy kitten imitation Raito-Kun was doing. Sex tired vixen was more like it. He basked in the post sex paradise only a few ticks more. His itch was scratched and if he wasn’t careful he’d develop another one. Creamy limbs released him and were set to the floor again with just a little coercing. Calmly L held the youth until they were steady and then commenced to pull out.

Most of his brain having made it out of his fogged state, Raito sternly choked down any sound of disappointment or longing as the flaccid length was removed. As it seems to take an eternity to leave, some childish part of him marveled at himself for taking the huge prick in. An all too descriptive soppy pop noise appeared in the air as Ryuuzaki finally left. It made Raito cringe, and then cringe further at the combination of emptiness in his hole and fluids running along his inner legs. Eew! Pointedly not looking he grabbed towels from the metal racks and wiped himself vigorously. To his side the detective was looking at him with something akin to horror. What was his problem? Mentally he shrugged, threw the towels away and started looking for his clothes.

L stared in dumbstruck horror at his floppy flesh. It was red, not fucked raw red but wet blood red. Their fantastic fuck was ruined! He’d torn Raito-Kun! Exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do! He looked to the boy. There, there was the blood dripping down the backs of the thighs. An immediate apology formed yet it died on his tongue as he watched the youth. Raito didn’t seem hurt, in pain or even aware of the red liquid that mingled with the white. Hell, as the kid moved about retrieving his clothing L was hard pressed to find the minutest of limps to the teen’s steps. L grabbed a cloth of his own and cleaned his body.

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Undetected, he observed the boy as they both dressed. Really it wasn’t a lot of blood, there was no continual bleeding, and L couldn’t recall an instant where the brat had been in disproportional pain. If the gaki was torn he should be showing some signs of hurt. Unfortunately there wasn’t time or away to convince the prideful nuisance to let him check. However there maybe another way…

Soon they were dressed and again Raito follow the hunched male out, yet once in the hall Ryuuzaki chose a room, entered and kept on until they reached a bathroom. With little fanfare the other moved to the shower stall and turned on the faucet.

Taking but a step back from the rushing water a monotone voice announced. “Yagami-Kun may shower if he likes. I will remain here. You have five minutes.”

Raito shot a falsely pleasant smile at the detective and in an ambiguous tone said. “You’re so generous Ryuuzaki-San.”

“Four and a half.”

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L sighed and crawled under the covers. Raito-Kun had probably thought him a pervert for watching his ass so closely, but at the time he’d been too busy looking for further bleeding to care. Then again maybe he was a bit pervy, as he had noted the way the water had run down the shapely backside and that had inspired their last… session.

Taking his mind out of the gutter L refocused on the blood and wondered if the teenaged male wasn’t like a virgin girl in that respect. Still he knew too little about what was actually, physically, going on inside the youth to analyze the hypothesis. What L did know was that he is a possible Father-To-Be and Yagami Raito is getting the unique experience of being mister-mommy.

But this was all off topic, his question was, did he want to keep Raito-Kun too? Yes he had called the brat Koibito but now that some, definitely only some, of the shock and confusion wore off, L did not feel correct in calling the teen that or any other term for lover. At least not yet, though it surprised him that he did see it could be possible.

However there was just something off in the way the adolescent dealt with him. It was constantly there, like a shadow that had no purpose other than being. L sensed it more acutely while they fucked, except he just couldn’t name or define what it was. He thought it might be a feeling of lacking, coming from the gaki yet he couldn’t say with certainty.

Not that that stopped the investigator from wanting the brat, if only physically. L had always had a very high appreciation for the Yagami youth’s body, especially since the boy had made it accessible to him. Even with the changes he still found the teen absolutely fuckable. So body-wise there was no problem.... well so far.

The detective turned and gazed at the youth. Darkish, auburn brown hair brushed over the forehead and halted before full, semi-lengthy lashes. Eyelids hid cool chocolate eyes he knew to be there. A flawless nose, not pointed up or down on a face that’s not too flat or too round. Completely kissable lips that always looked good enough to eat. Even with the band, or perhaps because of it, the sun-touched tone to the skin was appealing.

L had to admit, Yagami Raito-Kun was agonizingly beautiful.

L paused then mentally cursed. Great. All this thinking about the K.O.-ed brat gave him a boner and no one other than Mr. Righty to relieve it. Irritably the older male willed it away. That done he scooted over and brought the unconscious boy to him. When the lax doll of a teen didn’t protest, resist or even register the movement, L placed the child’s head on his own shoulder. It was the same position as they had been in the first night they slept together. It felt kind of pointless to do this but that didn’t matter at the moment. Maybe this time he would actually sleep; if only for a few hours.

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Slowly Raito returned to consciousness, even as he woke he still felt tired. It was a well-known tiredness that he’d gotten wretchedly used to. Cocoa eyes blearily opened, crossed briefly and fixed on a strange sight. He was most certainly not used to the clock in front of his face reading 8:34 P.M.! What the hell? Since when did he sleep that long? Since when had the detective let him?

As he stirred another began stirring too, inside of him! Memories flooded back and submerged him in a new feeling; some thing completely foreign and unpleasant. The feeling intensified and turned horrible, so bad that his stomach tried to flood whatever he’d eaten last back up. Nausea so fierce and overwhelming abruptly attacked his head as well as digestive tract.

Bathroom! Bathroom!!

Limbs still clumsy from sleep did not impede him from reaching his destination in the blink of an eye. Ripping the toilet seat up Raito nearly decapitated himself in his haste as he leaned in to vomit. [BLEH!] Even as the vile fluid exited his mouth he named the awful feeling. It was shame, tremendous amounts of shame.

Unadulterated, genuine, suffocating, shameful shame. A shame so large and harsh his body couldn’t handle it thus tried to reject it. Yet the action solely reminded him the cause of his shame and deepened it. Again triggering his body to attempt to expel the unfamiliar sense. More putrid smelling liquid hit the toilet bowl.

This alien detestable feeling, was so wholly new to him. And why shouldn’t it be? Until today he was Yagami-freaking-Raito! Every parent’s dream, rising star student of all of Japan, wet dream fantasy of his peers, with one of the brightest futures this side of the world! The boy blessed with all the intelligence, skills, charm and looks! He was something others wished to be, to have or to defeat.

What was he now? An inhuman, mid-gendered freak of nature! He was a stain on his family, his ancestors and his nation! He wasn’t even a he anymore, as of today he was an ‘It’! An ‘It’ that should not be in this world! He wondered if he should even attempt to save face at this point; do the honorable thing and commit suicide.

Digestive juices burned his throat yet still his organs sent more, adding to the stink. Even as he continued to throw up more shame seemed to rise up and fill him. Copious quantities of shame; under the extreme weight of it Raito felt his normally immense pride and self worth breaking. All his life long accomplishments just seemed to fade to nothing in the face of this abundant feeling.

Tiny tears threatened to fully form from the throbbing force on the muscles lining his intestines. Thankfully he ran out of stuff to puke as his spit a last bit of foamy bile. So now he was stuck with dry heaving, and sounding like a cat about to up chuck a fur ball. His body on autopilot he flushed the mess away as he panted to catch his breath.

He felt subhuman; like something dirty that should remain forever unspoken. Raito’s standards he set for himself were utterly, mercilessly crushed. If getting fat marred them, getting pregnant obliterated them!

As if that wasn’t enough his shame suddenly turn into pain. Pain at no longer being THE Yagami Raito, invulnerable boy wonder. Pain at realizing all his hard work, self-improvements, IQ, achievement record and charisma could not help him now.

That thought alone tore him from familiar ground and set him a foot from the edge of a steep precipice. Mentally the teen could see himself almost at the brink of a gray chasm. His feet firmly planted in rocky ashen ground as he looked on into an endless dark abyss. It seemed to call to him and that frightened Raito.

Out of a feeling of self-preservation he stopped such thoughts and shakily he hauled himself up to the sink to wash his mouth out; the repulsive flavor on his tongue is beginning to bring the nausea back. Gently he washed his oral cavity, then his face. Still leaning over the basin he let the water run down his face, drip off his nose and into the drain.

He needed to calm down and think rationally about this. And definitely not get all emotional again like a preg-, er, yeah. ‘Stay calm, deep breath in, deep breath out,’ He ordered himself. Okay so he was… unhealthy but Dr. Ramos said that they could fix that. So why wasn’t he in a hospital bed right now with stitches on his belly and an IV in his arm?

No that would call attention to himself and the detective, and he knew that would not due for either of them. Raito didn’t want anyone to know about this and Ryuuzaki would not want his father knowing. It would be… what had the bastard called it? …an inconvenience. So nobody had to know about this, he would just talk to the detective and figure out how and when to… fix his condition.

The wobbly level of composedness he had just reached was suddenly pulled out from under him like a rug at an unexpected thought. How The Fucking Hell Had He Gotten Knocked-Up? He grabbed the sink counter as his legs went weak.

And there was no denying that he wasn’t. The symptoms fit, it explained the movement in his guts and he unfortunately had the Ultra-Sound picture burned into the back of his eyes! So he was but he mentally repeated, ‘How The Fucking Hell Did I Get Knocked-Up?’

He was a guy! With all the fully functional male anatomy! He wasn’t some stupid girl, he didn’t have boobs or a vagina. He didn’t have a dumb uterus, periods or once a month moodiness. He was a HE! …wasn’t he? Externally he knew for sure he was male and had always been male. Internally, well, it bothered him he couldn’t say about the uterus but the other two he would have freaking remembered. It wasn’t like he was a teen-e-bopper anymore, if he had those parts, they would have kicked in when the rest of him went through puberty. And he would have freaking noticed and remembered! …Right?

Actually he wasn’t so sure about that. The teen would have trusted his memory completely but he had holes in it. Blank spaces in the time between ten or so months ago and just under five months ago. Surely his lapse in memory didn’t extend over years. In fact, ever since Kira came into the world he’d- KIRA!

Raito lost his grip on the counter and his butt hit the floor rather painfully. The adolescent let out a choked hiss. Owie! Why did that hurt so much? He felt his face heat as he realized the fall hurt a lot more because his passage was still sore from sex.

Sex that he never should have had in the first place! The auburn haired male knew that had it not been for that primary encounter nearly five months ago the others would not have followed. So why did his ass hurt now? Why was he in this god-awful situation now? Because of one stupid night Yagami Raito couldn’t keep his bloody legs crossed!

The teen scowled at that. Well it was too fucking late to close them now! The scowl grew harsher.

But why hadn’t he? Why had he fucked the raven-haired other? The Yagami youth just could not remember. Honestly there was a lot he wasn’t able to recall about that night which perplexed the hell out of him- Oh! He’d gotten side tracked!

Kira’s timeline matched his memory gaps… HOLY SHIT! In a series of chain reactions Raito’s mind started putting things together, recalling instances he hadn’t before and analyzing everything at a speed he could not emotionally keep up with. Too many hours in his room after all studying was done, the near high-jacking on the bus, learning Ray Penber’s name, meeting Misora Naomi, Misa just popping up in his life, his unfulfilling four girl juggle and his insistence to be held in observation. All of it implied he was the first Kira.

Raito jerked at that but still his mind kept weaving connections at an unstoppable velocity. The capability to kill via heart attacks, traffic accidents, suicides, disease and other means proved that Kira’s unholy power could effect and control the fate of a person. Kira could potentially have the power to make the structures to accommodate pregnancy, if not self-fertilization. If so, then to what end; to have some kind of Anti-Christ growing in his belly? Raito froze for half second but his brain plowed right on through.

Although he didn’t remember the night of conception but Kira would have. Kira would have to have known it would be fundamentally retarded to allow it to occur. There were just so many reasons not too, things along the lines of; getting pregnant while captured, losing it while in solitary, casting suspicion, bleeding out during a miscarriage, drawing attention to the secretive detective, pissing off Second-Kira-Misa, getting caught for real, becoming a science experiment and more. There was just no positive outcome or way the thing could be kept to birth.

Coming to that conclusion spun his rushing thoughts into a new direction. Kira hadn’t known this to be possible. The conception happened by unknown powers, Kira’s yet undiscovered or by something else. Had Kira proverbially shot himself in the foot or was it God playing God or Karma playing a bitch?

At that idea the Yagami boy’s head slowed and a dizziness swept him. As it dissolved things began to sink in.

Holy high mother of fucking kami, he is Kira.

The shame was back, in full force and the only reason he didn’t vomit was because he had nothing left to hurl. It didn’t, however, stop his guts from clenching achingly. What the hell had he been thinking? Becoming a murderer to kill murderers. How hypocritical! Oh and not just criminals but innocent people and law enforcement as well. The shame in him grew and kept building. There wasn’t a rock on this world low enough to hide under. Raito would never be able to face his family, particularly his father who’d had so much faith in him, again. The teen wouldn’t be able to face anybody else again. He would never be able to face the world again. Honestly it felt like he could die of shame right now.

Then like last time the pain returned in a torrential downpour. It stomped on him like a bug. Inflicting cosmic levels of anguish into every cubic millimeter of him. This unbearable volume of pain splintered in his mind and commenced to eat it. Even with that his thoughts started running.

He’d ruined his life! His aspirations of being a hotshot NPA were out of his reach. All his dreams of making a difference in the world were gone. Every desire for his future he had ever had were broken and shredded. All his childhood and adolescent yearnings were now so completely separated from him. And it hurt! In this moment of realizing he was never going to get any of the things he’d pined for so much of his life was an all-encompassing pain. A pain so complete it strangled his sense himself and of his vitality.

He wasn’t a foot away from edge of the precipice anymore, he was right at the rim. Toes curled to clinging madly to verge of the ceaseless void. It was calling him again and now this terrified the youth. For the first time in his life Raito came a hair’s width away from hyperventilating.

A total feeling of panic welled within the coffee-eyed male. He needed… He need… He needed to do something, anything! Anything to keep himself from falling in! Mentally he shouted at himself to remain calm but it just wasn’t working! He got up to tell himself in the mirror, hoping to stop this rampant dread but was immobilize the second he did.

There in the looking glass, there on his very face was a shadow, a brand that marked him as Kira.

Ryuuzaki had been right all the while and there was no chance that he hadn’t put the pieces into place. Not only was he the notorious Kira, he was pregnant, caught Kira to boot. He was going to be turned into a freak show and die miserably.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As the first Kira looked at the brand something severed in him and suddenly he was falling. Falling into an everlasting darkness and he just didn’t care.

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‘What the heck is going on?’ the investigator thought. L pulled his laptop closer and gazed at the screen. Raito-Kun’s eyes had not looked like that an instant ago. They appeared dead, like the eyes of a corpse. The chocolate orbs seemed to just faced forward and see nothing. For a nano-sec he thought he saw something in the doe brown depth shatter, like a glass exposed too long to a very high-pitched noise. Yet it was likely just the bathroom cameras on the fritz.

Setting the computer down on the floor he got up, leaving the post he’d since the minute the teen had rushed in, and turn to the door behind him. Without even thinking to knock he opened the door. From where he stood he could see the brat’s face in the mirror and it disturbed him to see what he saw.

There was a light missing from those irises that L hadn’t know was there until it was gone. “Yagami-Kun?”

No answer.

“Yagami Raito.”

No Response.

“Raito-Kun.”

Silence.

“Kira?”

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A bald man growled like a beast as he searched and hunted through all his papers. Where the fuck was that number? He’d finally found a case! A case worthy of a call back and now he couldn’t find the contact information. AARHH! That number had to be here! It had to!

He’d been ferreting for it for hours but with no luck. Yet that wouldn’t stop him. Not when at one call could make that tasty little fem-boy his to play with. Redoubling his efforts the brutish man dove in again.

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1.) “Mi ‘ja” is short for “mi hija” which means ‘my daughter’ though it can be used as a name when a parent is talking to their daughter. Kind of like ‘Kiddo.’ “Estás bien?” asking ‘you alright?’ in a very familiar way. “Yo no creia” means ‘I didn’t believe’

2.) “Hijo de la gran puta!” mean ‘son of a big whore.’

3.) “Cabron” literally mean ‘he-goat’ but implied meaning and general usage is like ‘bastard.’

4.) Direct from the English Manga. I don’t own Death Note. I make no money from this, don’t’ sue!

5.) Direct from the English Manga. I don’t own Death Note. I make no money from this, don’t’ sue!

AN: There! I’m not the happiest with it and I may replace the chapter. So I warn you now. Anyway what’d you think? [giggle.]

Oh and sorry for the wait, but I can’t say it’s going to come out any faster. I will however promise a new chapter by the 8th of next moth if not sooner. With more violence, sex, and darkness to come!