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The Sugar Cube Fort	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: ACCIDENTAL TOUCH
Rem turned back to Ryuzaki, to L. He was watching the monitors as well, showing no inclination to join the others. Next to the tower of empty creamer cups, he was beginning to stack sugar cubes. Rem came over by him, reached into the box of sugar cubes, and started stacking along with him. Ryuzaki looked startled for a moment, but then returned his attention to the screens at the front of the room. He looked hungry as his eyes searched the monitors, desperate for any clues before this all slipped away.
Light and Misa hugged in the lobby as the others left. Light turned his mouth away from the camera and buried it in Misa's ear. She suddenly seemed to come alive, with a happy little bounce. Ryuzaki tapped away at the keys fiercely and the camera angles kept changing, but nothing showed Light's mouth. If he was saying anything, it was too quiet to be picked up. Rem finished one wall of sugar cubes and began to build another. Perhaps it would be a house. L absently stacked with one hand, and their hands brushed together for a moment. He pulled away and looked down.
Ryuzaki said, "Do you like doing this?"
Rem replied, "I don't know what I like."
Ryuzaki picked up another sugar cube, balanced it on top of what Rem had just put down, and said, "Always with you, it's 'I don't know' all the time."
Rem said, "I've never done most of the things humans do, so I have no experience. Also, gods of death don't know much. We don't understand ourselves or our own powers, we've forgotten our history, and I'm convinced we're continuing to lose what little knowledge we have."
Ryuzaki picked up three sugar cubes at once, dropped two in his coffee and stacked the third on the growing fort. He said, "That sounds unfortunate."
Rem sighed. "Yes, it is. There are less than fifty of us left, and we continue to decrease, mainly from laziness."
"Laziness?"
"Yes," Rem said, "Most gods of death are extremely passive, and if you don't do anything for long enough, you'll die. Our world is rotting and falling apart. Nobody really does much of anything."
Rem thought she saw a flicker of sympathy in L's eyes.
He said, "I could hardly imagine a world where knowledge only decreased. In this world, knowledge increases. Do you not like your world, Rem?"
Rem looked away for a moment. She wasn't sure what to say. At last, she said, "The only one I cared for in that world died. For now, this world seems more interesting. At least things happen here."
Ryuzaki gave her a calculating look from those deep, dark eyes, those twin pools of ink, and said, "Things like Kira?"
"I'm not very interested in what humans do to each other. I could care less about Kira's goals. Frankly, I think death notes are better if they are in the hands of shinigami. I don't think humans know how to use them. It just causes problems. I did not like Higuchi. He killed many people who did not deserve it."
"Do some people deserve to die?"
Rem shook her head. "Many people deserve to live, yet they don't, they die. If Higuchi killed like a shinigami, he would pick victims entirely at random and only kill once every few years. That would have been better than what he did."
Ryuzaki said nothing for a little while, only continued to work furiously on building the sugar fort higher. Rem helped him.
"So, Rem, you don't kill very often?"
Rem said, "I usually go years without killing. Most death gods do."
Suddenly, the rest of the investigation team spilled into the room and stopped short as they saw Rem and L working on building a rather large fort made of sugar cubes. Both seemed very intent on their work. Soichiro cleared his throat.
Ryuzaki said, "Yes, I realize it is getting extremely late. Everyone who doesn't actually live here should go home. You all did an extremely good job capturing Higuchi, especially you, Matsuda. I appreciate it very much that you decided to risk your life again. You've been extremely brave."
Matsuda turned red, putting one foot behind him on the floor and twisting it.
Light said, "Dad, I know Sayu and Mom haven't seen me in a long time, but I feel like I can't rest until this case is solved. Besides, all my stuff is here and I don't want to be explaining why I've been gone for months and I'm not planning on re-entering college any time soon."
Soichiro looked down and said, "I understand, but don't wait too long. They miss you very much."
Rem looked carefully at Soichiro Yagami. Light's own father was part of the investigation team? There were so many surprises here. Why had Light explained so little before leaving her to her own devices with Higuchi? And now, Light couldn't explain anything unless they could get away from these cameras.
Ryuzaki said, "Light, our room is now your room. I have only a few items to remove, and then I'll be staying in my private rooms whenever I'm not working."
Ryuzaki stood up, an intense look on his face, and purposely strode away, leaving behind the sugar cube fort, coffee and clutter of creamer cups. He had the death note clutched under one arm. Rem fiddled with the sugar fort for a few more minutes, but it was uninteresting without someone else to help. When she looked up, Matsuda was nervously standing in front of her.
"Hi," Matsuda said, "I was just wondering... well... I live here, and I was hoping you would not... watch me while I'm sleeping, or dressing, or showering. There's nothing wrong with you... I just... I'm private... I don't like being watched."
Matsuda put one arm behind his head and giggled faintly.
Rem said, "I understand."
As Rem watched Matsuda walk away, she felt very tired. Death gods don't need to sleep, but sometimes they do so out of sheer boredom, or as a hobby. Rem's exhaustion was a tiredness of the spirit, not the body. Everyone wanted her away from them. These new humans she was able to interact with didn't seem as if they would ever actually choose to be with her. They were just using her as a tool to catch Kira. Although, that was probably for the best. There was a good chance that Light's plan involved slaughtering them all soon. They knew too much.
Hatred or indifference. That's all anyone will ever feel for you.
Rem got up and stretched her wings out to their full length. This was a new place, after all, and one way to relieve the boredom was by exploring. She launched herself upwards, phasing through the ceiling, then soaring forwards through wall after wall. An hour later, she had developed a good mental map of the building. The skyscraper was huge, but it looked like only three floors were actually being used, mostly as living quarters. There were a lot of labs and rooms full of technical equipment, especially in the basement.
There were some prison cells and hidden rooms that didn't seem to have any way in or out, though there must be secret doors somehow installed. Underneath the building was a high-security parking garage, so the workers could arrive and depart in dark-windowed vehicles without ever showing themselves to any watchers who might be stationed nearby. Then, on the roof, there was the helicopter and a lot of satellite equipment. As long as Light was in the building, every bit of it was within reach of the invisible tether.
Rem could also enter several adjacent buildings, though she thought if Light went to a high enough floor in the skyscraper, then the tether probably wouldn't reach those other buildings. Rem noticed cameras everywhere in the skyscraper, always multiple cameras per room. There wasn't going to be much chance of getting a clearer idea of the plan unless Light left the building entirely.
Rem flew outside and began circling the building, the cool night air rushing past her body. From the outside, every window was a mirror. Of course, this made sense with the investigators knowing there was a Kira out there who could kill with a face. There were cameras outside too, but fewer of them, mostly clustered around the parking garage entrance and the other entrance.
Rem settled on the edge of the roof and looked out at the city lights. Glittering rivers of car headlights wove through the city, always flowing, always sparkling. There was a sense of expansiveness here, not the low gray foggy sky of the shinigami realm. Humans were always moving, planning, doing things. They had bright minds and a bright world. They cared. Perhaps it was because death could snatch them away so easily. Death gave their lives meaning, made them want to do something while they still could. Shinigami had all the time they wanted, so they did less and less, rotting in immortality.
But just as death brought caring, caring could bring death. Rem was acutely conscious of the possibility of her own death, no matter how many lifespans she might choose to add onto her own. Misa was almost too stupid to live. If Light killed off the investigation team, he would probably later find some way to use Misa as his tool again, always putting her in danger instead of himself, and Misa would go along with it no matter what Rem said. Unless Light was extremely good at hiding his Kira activities from now on, Rem might very well be put in a situation where she would be forced to kill herself to save Misa.
And then, even if Rem outlived Misa, what then? Rem was too attached to the human world now. She couldn't go back to the shinigami realm unless she spent most of her time there watching the human world. She could easily find herself caring for other humans and then - even though murder as a cause of death was rare - eventually Rem would care for a human destined to be killed by an attacker, and she'd be faced with her own death again. A shinigami who cared for humans was already marked for death. It was only a matter of how much time.
Plans. Plans. What is Light planning?
Rem squirmed. It was so irritating not knowing what Light's plan was, and not being able to ask him anything directly. Was there something Light wanted Rem to be doing right now? Rem thought carefully. Other than withholding information, what could be done? Perhaps, if Ryuzaki, L, still suspected Light and Misa, but thought he couldn't get enough evidence, perhaps he would try to use the death note to get them to confess. True, it was only a small possibility. From what Rem had heard, L had always tried to get real evidence, and he seemed to be willing to die for properly solving the Kira case, but humans could deviate from their normal behavior if they thought death was approaching. If L became convinced that real evidence was out of reach and his own death would be very soon, he might get desperate enough to cheat with the death note. So, maybe what Light wanted Rem to do was to keep watch over the death note, so L didn't write down Light's name and Misa's name along with forced confessions.
Rem jumped off the roof, circled once and glided right through the wall. She needed to find L and see if he had the death note with him. If not, then she needed to find the death note and watch it all night. The rooms passed by in a blur as wall after wall flew into her face without any impact. Where had she last seen Ryuzaki? It seemed like the fourteenth floor. There, a quick glimpse of him as she glided through a bathroom. Rem circled back to the same bathroom, then cautiously stuck her head through the wall to see. The death note was sitting on a wide counter next to a sink. L himself was mostly obscured. Just his fluffy black hair stuck up over the top of the counter. He must be sitting on the floor. L's head kept twitching and Rem heard small pants and moans. Was he really doing THAT?
Rem carefully repositioned herself and saw she was right. L's eyes were shut tightly and his head thrown back. Some of his hair was stuck to his face with sweat, and a faint blush of color pinkened his pale cheeks. L's mouth kept opening and closing, gasping, his tongue roaming wildly inside as if he were trying to fuck his own mouth with his own tongue. His shirt was completely off, wadded up on the floor, and his baggy jeans and pale blue striped boxers were pulled down to his knees. A bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant was on its side on the floor next to him, dribbling a few drops onto the floor. L's hands were both rubbing up and down his stiff penis with considerable vigor as he panted and moaned. One hand roamed upwards and pinched his nipple, slowly squeezing it and rolling it, leaving behind the pink stickiness of the lubricant.
L returned that hand to his penis and pumped harder, moaning, "Naaaooooooommmmiiiii."
Then, Rem happened to see, right in front of L at his eye level, a photograph of a woman's face stuck to the door of a cabinet. There was no name or lifespan floating above the face. A dead woman.
A/N (Author's Note):
Well, L decided to do some self-loving once he got away from Light's gaze.
I decided to put a very mild LxNaomi in this, as I think he probably had some reason for trying to embrace her in the spinoff novel "Death Note: Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases" but if it isn't your thing you can just ignore it. Especially since that novel is sort of incompatible with canon.
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