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Absolute

Now that I've found you, situations from dark now change to
gray. Disregarding my absence of memories, it's perpetually blinding
me of sanity.
-The Grim Goodbye // The Red Jumpsuit
Apparatus

2. The Sin of Light

L left the hospital with his hands stuffed in his pockets,
gripping greedily to the hidden candy there, and Light on his mind.
Outside, on the sidewalk his step was brisk, the light hurt his eyes
and he noticed for the first time how foreign everything looked to
him. His presence was kissing the birth of the night, the sunlight
slowly ebbing from his loose grasp, slipping through steady fingers.
The skies ember eye chased his shadow into the shadow of another,
merging until everything was nothing but night. L tossed a piece of
candy in his mouth and walked slowly to the car that was waiting for
him on the corner. There was nothing about this night he would forget
and parts of it he wouldn‘t want to remember.

-Two weeks later-

L’s computer hummed quietly, his fingers tapping mindlessly
at the keys as the unsolved case in front of him beckoned him like
the call of a banshee. It always did, after any of his major cases
were solved it was this one that cried to be put to rest. A murder
case more than twenty years old with a killer who haunted his
daydreams and dared him to follow. Maybe now that he had- His train
of thought broke as one of his feet hit the floor. He blamed and
thanked his subconscious for the falter in his leg movement as he
pulled it back to join the other.

The detective was going to be useless today as he was drowning in
chaotic thoughts. L broke the law, and he broke it for Kira, a mass
murderer no less. He was beginning to liken himself to a person who
went AWOL or rogue, someone who lost their mind for the cause. Kira
was his cause, to stop him from harming innocent people, catch him
and, keep him. So far he’d accomplished all of the above. He
moved his fingers away from the keyboard and over his tea dropping a
few cubes of sugar in the half empty cup. He could feel Light behind
him, a hand on the back of his chair, anger radiating from him
poisoning his thoughts like something toxic. “Where is it?”
Ground the irate voice behind him. So this was going to be his day,
he oddly looked forward to it.

-o-

He awoke with the same consuming feelings he had been drowning in
the day before and knew escaping them was just as bad as coddling
them. Yes, today L was nothing but abstruse thoughts wrapped in
pallid skin, a soulless creature aching to feel alive. To be engulfed
by the ardor of conversations cloaked in half-truths and ignited by
the eyes that accompany such words. He might fail himself because of
such a want, a true weakness he could not escape. That is why when
Light’s hand covered his wrist and pulled spinning his chair
around while the crazy one pointed a gun in his face he did nothing
but place his strawberry covered fork in his mouth, chewing slowly.
Light’s hand was shaking but his finger was steady on the
trigger as his face twisted in unkempt anger. His other hand let go
of the wrist then sliding to L’s shoulder and gripping it
harshly. “Where is it!?” While the detective knew it was
a dreadfully stupid idea to leave his gun hanging around the bedroom
he had done it anyway, had done it for the past fourteen days. He was
becoming quite careless concerning his life.

L reached between them pushing the gun away from his face,
grabbing the barrel and tightly fisting it as he smoothly wrenched it
out of Light’s grasp. “Light-kun is tired.” L said
simply, placing the gun on the table. The teen flung back
dramatically and stared at his hands as if just realizing the weapon
was no longer there.

“I am tired of being here.” He sounded
lifeless, like the man who would’ve died on the stairs two
weeks ago.

L made a thoughtful face, angling his head back as he tapped his
knees with thin fingers. “You do not know where here is.”
L watched in fascination as two hands morphed into two fists shaking
at Light’s sides.

“Exactly!” He looked around the room, eyes falling on
nothing particular as he sighed seeming to release his rage and
regain lost composure. “I ask you questions and get no answers,
you keep me locked in here, and I don‘t even know
where here is.” He said mocking L.

“That is for your safety.”

“My safety…safety from what!? Everyone thinks
I am dead.” He fell boneless into the chair across from L,
again staring at his hands. What did Light think were in those hands,
what were they capable of besides such angelic destruction? Kira’s
justice. “I am sick of sitting here, staring at you.”

“You could look elsewhere, it is your own choice to look at
me, it is not required of you.” Light didn’t look
elsewhere he kept his razor sharp eyes on L’s profile, crossing
his arms as he sank further into his chair. L highly amused by this
behavior brought his hands to the keyboard in front of him and
started typing. “What time is it?” The detective smiled
and shifted in his seat as he placed another bite of strawberry cake
into his mouth.

“Why?”

“Why….? The windows are always closed, blinds
drawn, and I don’t know whether it is night or day. That is
why.”

“It is noon.” He stabbed his last piece of cake and
pointed the high caloric end at Light. “Are you hungry?”
The teen shook his head and once again L swallowed the sweets his
eyes closing briefly.

“Not for that.”

“Hmm.” L set his fork on his plate and turned, looking
at Light who was staring intensely at him. “The past fourteen
days were not to your liking?” The teen rolled his eyes as if
that revealed all the answers L needed.

“No, not really.” L noted how Light’s eyes
momentarily grazed over the gun next to him, it was the same gun he’d
shot Light with. The same one the young Yagami had held shaking in
his hands. “Having to escape the hospital before Matsuda,
Aizawa or another cop arrest me is not my idea of pleasant.” He
tossed a hand through his hair watching as L tried to hide his tiny
smile. “You’re sick you know that?” L tilted his
head at this.

“I am?”

“Yes you are.” The teen shook his head. “That
dead body double that was in my hospital room closet, tha-that looked
just like me…”

“It was needed.” L swirled his fingers in the
remaining frosting sticking one in his mouth and gently sucking it
off. “Without it they would still be looking for you.” It
was the way he said it that almost made his heart stop, that and the
way Light was looking at him, like he knew how much of a weakness he
was to L, but then Light just barreled on.

“Oh and then there was the almost falling to my death part.”

“Light must learn to be more careful.”

“Careful!?! How careful can I be climbing out onto a ledge
that is ten stories up? I’m sorry I live in the real world not
an action movie.”

“You seem to be fine.”

“Only because of Ryuk.” L stood grabbing his plate
from the table. They hadn’t spoken of Ryuk since their short
time together and he hadn‘t seen the shinigami either. L knew
it meant nothing since he was a being that could walk through walls.
He would’ve liked to have thought that Ryuk had taken leave and
let them be, but that would be too good to be true and he knew the
death god wouldn’t let Light slip through his fingers that
easy.

“Light said the two weeks were not to his liking, yet he
only spoke of the night he escaped the hospital which was not part of
those two weeks.” Technically there was nothing to speak of,
Light had mostly stayed to himself, his pent up anger slowly seeping
from his tattered edges. L having a gun shoved in his face was the
most normal thing to him now. Kira was on a rampage inside Light
fiercely searching for the death note. And Light, he never asked why
he wasn’t in a real prison, he never asked why he wasn’t
put to death, he never asked anything concerning Kira being caught.
Because deep down he knew Kira knew he might just get what he was
asking for.

L walked into the kitchen and carefully tossed his plate into the
sink.

-o-

Light’s room was dark, his door slightly ajar and L pushed
it open staring at the young Yagami’s back. The time for him
had come to restore some missing pieces to the vengeful God before
him.

“What happened to you Kira?”

Light turned away from the window to face L. “You.” It
wasn’t meant as a compliment or anything endearing the way it
left Light’s mouth with such iciness. It was electric
nonetheless sending sparking currents down L‘s crooked spine.
The detective smirked and walked fully into the room, his body bent
like a crow-bar as he moved closer to Light. “Perhaps.”
Light turned back to the window and it vaguely reminded him of a
dream he once had. “Or maybe it is this.” L was suddenly
inches away from Light as he pressed something into his back, the
young Yagami slowly turned his eyes falling to the hands on his
chest, then the book that was in the hands. L could feel and hear
Light’s heartbeat speed up and it was exciting, alluring, and
dangerous. For a strange unexplainable moment he wanted to rip flesh
from skin to see Light’s heart beat, the need practically
strangled his breath. Luckily for him Light was swift in his
movements drawing his thoughts away from that dark place and into
Light’s hands where the notebook now was, a grim smile adorned
the teens face.

“My Death Note.” L’s hands were still on
Light’s chest and he gently fisted the nice, neat, crisp shirt
in hopes to get the teens attention. He liked Light’s eyes on
him, even if was for all the wrong reasons, he wanted Light to stare.
But L knew better to hope for the insane to happen as Light was in a
trance his eyes roaming over the skin of his note, fingers flirting
with the hard bind as he flipped it open. It was like Light was truly
breathing now and during those two weeks he was merely on life
support. One of his hands left the death note and fell to the back of
L’s neck, fingers threading through his hair as he yanked the
detectives head back smiling darkly in L’s face.

“L Lawliet.” It sounded so wrong, so sinful,
yet it was beautiful coming from those cursed lips. He was walking
forward now, making L walk backward their bodies connecting almost as
one as they fluidly moved across the room and Light’s grip in
his hair never loosening. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
He sounded like he was on the verge of the most mind blowing orgasm
in his young life. He was caught up in his own world now, not even
questioning L’s motives.

Light moved his hand from L’s hair and to his chest pushing
him back into the chair there where the detective fell on his butt
and was forced to sit ‘normally’ for once. The mass
murderer tossed the book to his desk and took a seat in a neighboring
chair pulling a pen from a drawer in the desk. He opened the book
tossing a look to L, L did nothing just stared as Light turned back
and began to write his name. When he was through he turned around
pulling his chair in front of L’s. “It is written.”
He said like the God he was, moving his face closer to the detectives
placing a finger under his chin. “You think I don’t see
the way you look at me?” Light smiled a brilliant smile as his
face scooted closer yet. “You’ve failed.” A thumb
caressed his cheek softly. “But for all your hard work I will
give you something…” L was finding the irony of this
situation very interesting as he tried hard not to lean into Light’s
gentle touches. “A kiss.”

It took mere milliseconds for Light’s lips to connect with
his own. His mouth was destructive. It spoke with daggers, kissed
like fire, his tongue licked like kerosene setting them both ablaze,
and he rode that mouth with his own like the apocalypse crushing
everything in it’s path. There were no promises in this kiss
only sealed fates and deadly endings. It was a goodbye kiss, only L
wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Hilarious, though he doubted Light
would find the humor in it. If L were to die this would have been the
best route for him to take. Light’s lips left L’s and
their eyes opened. He was staring at the pale detective, staring and,
waiting, but nothing was happening. He shoved at his sleeve and
looked at his watch, it was more than obvious that forty seconds had
passed more than two minutes ago. His eyes lit up with anger as they
honed their glare on L who just blinked innocently in response.

“Why didn’t you die!!!?” It seemed to be a
logical enough question. L however lost all composure as he shot out
of the chair, lifting Light out of his and pressing him up against
the wall a hand on his neck, fingers biting the skin. “I did
die.” The detective spat into Light’s cheek. Light had
his hands on L’s shoulders now not pushing him away but keeping
him at bay as he sorted through confused thoughts. L slammed him into
the wall again. “What did you think would happen?” His
hands were climbing up Light’s face now gripping at the soft
skin tightly. “Did you think I would drop dead because I gave
you my name? Do you think I am that easy?” He felt insulted,
worse than if he’d been slapped. “There Kira are you
satisfied? Has your hunger for my life been sated? I wanted you to
see that for yourself, writing my name in that book of yours would do
nothing and now that you have get over it.” He was pushing
Light’s hair out of his face now and Light stared at him wild
eyed and unreadable. “Get over your revenge. I won’t die
and you won’t kill me, you can’t.” He angled his
head so their lips were touching. “But for all our hard work
feel free to kiss me anytime.”

“Wh-what are you?” The curiosity was real but the fear
consuming those eyes was not. He did not expect Kira to just roll
over and accept this as law. His living, even though Light had
written his name in that book, he was miraculously breathing. No if
anything this was the beginning.

“Your death god asked me the same thing.”

He let him go then, brushing his lips against Light’s as he
moved away then headed out of the room. Light stood there. His voice
was soft when he spoke with subdued anger as L reached the door. “You
shot me.” Which meant nothing to L but he answered anyway.

“I shot Kira.”

“Which is me.” L was not sorry.

-o-

Ryuk had watched with eager eyes as the explosive scene played out
before him. He kinda felt sorry for Light, it was sorta
his fault L wouldn’t die. He wasn’t sure why or how that
happened because he had fully expected the detective to stop living
on the spot after they made their deal. He’d thought about that
night thoroughly and tried to extract answers from it.

“Hmm.” L‘s thumb went to his lip and he
softly nipped at the tender skin. “No, it is my problem, I must
solve it.” L looked at Light for the first time and his eyes
were closed, his chest barely moving. “I will make a deal with
you.”

“A deal?” Ryuk barely seemed interested, and L
seemed too interested though the shinigami couldn’t have known
with the bored look on the detective’s face. L would stall as
long as he had to if Ryuk didn’t want to make a deal. He’d
rather Light die right on these steps than have his essence
transferred over to the death god. He couldn’t live with that.

L told himself as long as he was here Light would not die on
those steps. Of course it was an irrational, illogical thing to think
but he did and he believed it. He long knew he was losing a battle he
did not know how to fight when he first met Yagami Light. If he had
the correct ammunition maybe he would have fought differently or with
more efficiency. It was too late now, he had a one track mind and his
mind was set.

“All that matters to you is his remaining life span
correct?” The detective stepped a little closer invading Ryuk‘s
space as the death god seemed to seriously contemplate this question.

“Yes.”

“In Light’s condition his lifespan must be dropping
quickly.” Ryuk said nothing, waiting for the tricky detective
to continue. “What if I could offer you a longer life?”

“Would that be yours?” The ever present smile of
the shinigami seemed to widen further if that was at all possible. L
wondered if keeping the rest of Light’s life was like a triumph
for Ryuk, like he'd kept Light for himself.

“It would be. My life for his.”

“You would die for him?”

L stared blankly at the death god his patience withering away
much like Light’s life. “You would care?”

Ryuk laughed lowly, throwing his head back and pulling his
death note out once more. “No, no. It’s just I find your
species interesting.” He began writing slowly. “I am
greedy and I will take your life, it’s much more than what I
would have originally received.”

“Will you leave after this?” L asked ignoring the
majority of what Ryuk said, as he could have cared less and he did.

“No.”

“No?”

“The notebook still belongs to Light.” Of course
how foolish of L to forget something so vital. Light relinquishes
hold on the note, Ryuk relinquishes his hold on Light. There would be
nothing keeping him here. If the notebook was no longer owned by
Light then Ryuk would have to leave. But if they were to play out
that scenario Light would forget his time as Kira and that was not an
option for L. This Death god had made a mess of his world and he
wanted Ryuk gone before anything else drastic happened.

“With this deal you will not take Light’s life at a
later date. This is the deal, Light is now off limits to you.”
His voice brooked no argument, neither did his features.

Ryuk laughed so violently he had to still in his writing
process. “I make no promises. If I get bored, I get bored.”
He wrote the last letter in L’s name. “Right now I’m
not bored.” L frowned mentally, this shinigami might prove to
be more trouble than he originally thought. He had to find a way to
get rid of him for good. If Light was Kira, and Kira was God, then
God belonged to no one. No one except L.

L watched with a dull face as the shinigami closed the notebook
and attached it to his side. So it was done. L’s name had been
written in that book and his death was seconds behind him. How
fascinating.

“You will die never knowing what became of our deal.”
Ryuk said to him and L smirked deviously. The detective wondered if
there was a way to wipe that seemingly permanent smile off of the
death god’s face. If there was he would be the one to find it.
Dead or not.

Forty-seconds could really drag by when you were awaiting your
death. He tried not to think about how it would feel or how
vulnerable he would be when it happened, or how he would not be in
control of his actions. His eyes dragged over Light’s
motionless body and he wondered if he was coherent enough to have
listened to the conversation between him and Ryuk. He wondered how
much Light would want to kill-

But forty seconds was over and he had no time to complete that
thought.

The moment his hand clutched his chest his mind immediately
went to how excruciating it was and the last thing he heard was the
dying laughter of the shinigami. He fell to the ground barely
registering how hard he hit it as his eyes closed and all he saw was
black.

-o-

L blinked, his eyelashes sweeping through the dirty remnants of
the puddle he was practically face down in. His shirt was soaked, and
his body felt stiff as he rolled onto his back. He didn’t know
how long he was out but he felt like crap. All in all he was pretty
sure he could relate to a zombie. The crooked detective stood far
more quickly than he wished as he was lightheaded and turned on his
heels spotting Light still on the steps looking pale and lifeless. He
walked over to the angelic figure placing his fingers on the teen’s
neck. It seemed minutes went by before he got a pulse. It was weak
but it was still there.

“You’re alive.” L spun around thoroughly
surprised at the sound of the voice. The abnormally pale detective
shook off his surprise and pulled Light into his arms trying to
ignore the edge in Ryuk’s voice. Something he never heard there
before, the shinigami always seemed resolutely neutral. Not that he
had accurate evidence of that, he’d only known the death god
for an hour. “Will that be a problem?” Obviously the
shinigami had plans and L was interfering with them.

“You are living?” Ryuk said differently his mind
not ready to absorb any other conversation.

“I am.”

“Tell me how.” L could tell it was getting
dangerous, he had to tread his ground carefully. He began walking out
with Light in his arms, the boy needed a hospital hours ago. “We
made a deal.”

“And I kept that deal.”

“But you are living.”

“As I said before I am.” Ryuk’s laugh was
bitter and cold as he flew in front of L, his wings flapping slowly.
The detective knew that answer would not suffice for the shinigami.
“I did die.” Ryuk nodded. “Something happened to
you, your lifespan is gone now.” L bowed his head so his hair
hid his eyes. It was of no surprise to him that his lifespan was
gone, it felt gone. If the shinigami thought L was going to spill his
guts then he had another thing coming. In life everyone had their
secrets and L’s were worth keeping.

Seeing as how Light was currently bleeding through his own
clothes and all over the detectives he hadn’t much time to care
for Ryuk or his feelings. He needed transportation and since there
was no time to call for a car, he waved an arm in the air hailing a
cab.

“So you are dead?”

“Yes.”

“But you are living?”

“Yes.”

“What are you?”

“I am L.” and I will see to it you keep your deal.

He hopped in the cab not wanting to entertain the death god
anymore than need be. He was becoming irritable now, and hungry, very
hungry. The cab driver turned to him looking less than shocked as
though he saw bloody bodies on a regular basis and asked with an
uninterested face where he was headed. L thought it was quite obvious
with the almost corpse draped in his arms.

“The nearest hospital.”

Behind them Ryuk flew slowly, trying to uncover the mystery
that was L.

- o-

Underneath the layers of false calm was a raging psycho that
wanted to know what the hell was going on. Light ripped the piece of
paper with L’s name on it out of the death note and crumpled it
in his fist. Had he truly believed it would have been that easy to
kill L? Did he even want it to be? His anger told him yes but he knew
the complications ran deeper than yes or no. The answer called for
the intricate act of being intimate with his nemesis. He could be
intimate with L, pull him into his little web and trap him there. He
could listen to L, pretend to care, touch him as a lover would and
lay kisses on that alabaster face. He had no problems with touching
L, L was very touchable. The only thing he had problems with was the
secrecy and the game, he hated losing. He knew this game was destined
for disaster with the way they were both playing it.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the wall rippling like water
and then like magic Ryuk was floating awkwardly in front of him.
“I’ve been saving this apple for you.” He smiled
when it was greedily snatched from his hand and gobbled down. “
I expect you to tell me all about the deal L made you.”

-o-

“You are God, are you not?” The question seemed to
please Light as he smiled softly, glowing white, “What does
that make me?” Light shifted his head, his hair falling
gracefully in his eyes as he stretched out his arm and pointed. “That
makes you the devil.”

He dreamt to sleep away a strange love that peeled like burnt
skin, then flaked off like the iciest of snow. But in reality
he kept it close and ached to touch it no matter how badly it burned.
And it burned. His dreams were poison and they slowly ate away at his
sanity.

As if on cue his cell rang dragging him out of his dark dreams and
he stared at his pocket for sometime before deciding to answer it.
The detective held his phone with precise delicacy, his fingers
twitching for only a second when a voice screamed in his ear.

“Ryuuzaki!?” L rolled his eyes to the side, who else
would answer his phone. He moved from his chair to the covered
windows and peered through one of the almost non-existent crevices.
The sun had set.

“Yes Matsuda?” He watched through the small sliver he
called window as people bustled up and down the sidewalk, carrying
shopping bags, talking, and catching cabs.

“The body we recovered from Light‘s hospital room…”
There were sounds of Matsuda hushing the other cops as he tried to
explain his current findings.

“Yes, Light‘s body.” Still staring out of the
window he smiled as he thought that maybe him and Light could grab a
bite to eat.

Matsuda paused and it sounded as if he were walking away. “That’s
the thing, the body was sent down to forensics and it wasn’t a
match. That was not Light.” L didn’t answer fully
expecting Matsuda to continue with his theory. “I think that
maybe he’s still alive. It’s even possible someone
tampered with the body… We are working on getting the
hospital’s surveillance tapes-” L had forgotten all about
those, he’d have to get them before they did.

“Hmm. Have you thought maybe the fact that Light was
possessed with Kira could have changed his DNA.” That had to be
one of the stupidest explanations he had come up with for anything in
ten years, and he blamed it on his hunger.

There was another pause as Matsuda said something to himself and L
grit his teeth as he was pushed away from the window by none other
than Light. Who mouthed who is it? L grimaced and mouthed back
Matsuda. Why he told Light who it was he had no idea. There
was just too much going on for his brain to care enough.

“I never thought of that. I wonder if that is actually
possible.” There was a crunching sound which L assumed was
chips and then, “I just have this inkling that Light is
alive.”He is alive, I’m looking right at him and
you’re not getting your hands or eyes on him, ever. He’s
mine now.

“I think until we acquire more evidence this discussion is
over.” That had to sound horrible coming from him, he’d
accused Light of being Kira with no evidence at all and now he was
all reverse.

“Yes, oh, of course. I’m sorry.” Pause. Breathe.
“Is someone with you?” WTF!? L was convinced
Matsuda could see through his phone.

“Goodbye Matsuda.” L flipped the cell shut and looked
up at Light whose hands were currently decorating his shoulders and
all he could do was grin.

TBC

-Thank-you all for your kind reviews they make me squee. Hopefully
this chap answered some of your questions, though I am afraid it
won’t answer them all, unless of course you’ve already
figured some things out. Which would make you awesome! Oh and Happy
Thanksgiving! Yes! -goes off to eat-
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