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I Love Your Brain	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 1435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2
When Light awoke, he was in a hospital bed, and he saw Misa, Sayu and both his parents sitting in chairs by the side of the room. He was still shaking, even still, and his vision was going in and out of focus. Light slowly blinked and concentrated, and then finally, after several tries, his vision settled and was clear. But, every part of him kept trembling. It came in waves, with big, jerky motions that gradually became less and less, transitioning to a very slight shivering, and then started again with the big jerks.
Then Sachiko noticed her son's eyes open and said, "He's awake!"
Misa jumped up and said, "Light!"
Immediately, all four were standing and leaning over him. Misa was holding one hand and his mother another hand, while his father held back slightly and had the deepest look of worry Light had ever seen on the man's face. Light tried to shift around in bed, and that's when he noticed that one leg was paralyzed. He couldn't move it at all.
Light said, "I... I can't move my right leg."
At least he could speak normally. His jaw wasn't chattering any more.
Soichiro said, "Light, you were unconscious for fourteen hours. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with you or any reason for your seizure. They said you should be able to come home."
Light said, "But... but... why am I still shaking?"
Soichiro replied, "They don't know. Perhaps it is a shock to your mind."
Light tried to calculate. What had happened? There were only two plausible possibilities. One was that he'd gone insane. The other was that Rem had written his name down, not for an immediate death but for some series of controlled actions followed by death. Chills ran through Light. His best hope was that he was insane. That, at least, could possibly be fixed. If Rem had become angry enough to give him a controlled death, there was nothing he could do.
Furthermore, judging by his previous actions, if it was Rem, then she had wanted him to do some pretty disgusting things. But, if she wanted him to eat puke, why would she make him enjoy it so much? It didn't make sense. Rem was capable of making him eat puke and hate it. But, by now, the task force members should have found Rem's death note. They would know if his name had been written. The answer was close at hand. It was a shame Light couldn't have obtained that death note for himself, but at least he would know, and then he could plan his next move.
Light said, "Can I speak alone with Dad for a little while?"
Misa said, "Light, I want to be with you!"
Light replied, "It's just a few minutes, Misa. I'll want to speak alone with you later."
Misa looked as if she were going to protest again, but Sachiko grabbed Misa's shoulder and firmly steered her out of the room, Sayu trailing behind, looking pale and frightened.
As soon as the door shut, Light said, "What happened at headquarters?"
"Light, if you are under a mental strain, it will only make it worse to talk about such things. You need to relax, go home and recover. You should quit the investigation."
Light said, "No, I need to know. Before Ryuzaki collapsed, he said something about the shinigami. Did Rem write my name?"
"No."
"How do you know?"
"The shinigami has disappeared, but it left a pile of sand and another death note. We investigated the names written in it. One of the last two names belongs to Watari. That identity matches his face. The other name must belong to Ryuzaki, but we can't find anything on it. He must have wiped all records of himself."
"Did anyone else die?"
"Ryuzaki and Watari are both dead. Half of my name was also written. Nobody else died or was written."
Light thought hard. This was great news. If Rem hadn't written his name... although, it didn't entirely make sense. He didn't feel insane, and killing L should not have brought such an extreme mental breakdown. He was prepared to kill L, even gleeful about it, and he had only felt the slightest twinges of guilt. Light looked at his father, trying to read his face. Maybe Soichiro was lying to avoid further mental strain on his son? But, he looked as if he were telling the truth. Did Rem perhaps tear out the page with Light's name and destroy it or hide it?
Light broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about the possibilities. He hoped he'd had a mental breakdown, he hoped he was crazy, but his actions had been so extreme that being controlled was probably the more plausible explanation. Did L perhaps write down a death for him? Light knew L was smart enough that he probably could have secretly removed a page from the death note they'd recovered from Higuchi. But, how could L have arranged for Light to be controlled if L died? Maybe an accomplice had tapped into the security footage at headquarters and had instructions from L to write down a particular death for Light if L collapsed?
Light hoped very strongly that he was crazy, but he didn't really believe it. His behavior was too sudden, too extreme. And, just because Soichiro said Rem hadn't written his name down, it didn't mean it was true, or that nobody else had written down his name. Light breathed carefully, tried to think. The thought of dying was terrifying and crowded out almost all other thoughts, but he knew the Kira mission needed to continue, and not just in the hands of a stupid person like Misa. Otherwise, all the deaths would be for nothing. The utopia needed to be created.
Also, if L had an outside accomplice, it was too dangerous to leave a death note in Misa's hands. She would be investigated very soon, and caught, and the trail would lead back to one Light Yagami. Besides, he didn't really need her eyes any more, and he'd always had the idea of killing her after Rem died. Whether he was going to live or die, he needed to take care of Misa, make sure she wouldn't risk everything. She was stupid and a liability.
Soichiro said, "Son, you shouldn't think so hard. You're getting yourself worked up. I know you were attached to Ryuzaki, but it'll be fine. You just need to rest away from all this excitement for a while."
Light said, "I want to talk with Misa alone."
Soichiro nodded, said, "Very well," and left the room. A moment later Misa popped in.
She shrieked, "Liiigght!" and latched onto his arm.
Then her expression softened and she said, "Oh, you just keep shaking."
Light said, "Listen, Misa. This is very important. I need to whisper in your ear, and you in my ear."
Light knew that if L's death had somehow sprung a trap, someone working for L might have installed bugs in this hospital room. But, whispering directly in each other's ears was safe, as he'd proven at headquarters.
When Misa leaned down, Light whispered, "It isn't safe for you to judge criminals or even possess a death note. I need you to destroy all scraps in your possession and give the death note to a Kira supporter who won't know your face or name. You have contacts at Sakura TV, where all the Kira fanatics send letters. Get a batch of letters, pick one that is strongly supporting Kira and seems to be written by someone intelligent. Look for big words. Mail your death note to that person with no return address and a letter instructing them to judge criminals and burn the letter. Make sure you aren't followed or caught, and that you destroy all evidence. Then, while the death note is in transit, give up ownership."
Misa whispered, "Misa can do it. Why are you so sick?"
Light knew that if he said he suspected his name had been written down, Misa would get clingy and want to spend every minute by his side instead of leaving to start the vital task he'd assigned, so he said, "I think Ryuzaki gave me some kind of flu. Now, can you start this right away?"
Misa said, "Yes!"
Then she was going away, and Light's family came back, and he had to socialize with them when he really wanted to be at headquarters, trying to figure out the mystery. It was vital to know if his name had been written down, and if L had set a trap of any kind. The shaking mostly subsided after some hours, but it was replaced by intense prickly feelings along just one side of his head, and Light still couldn't move his right leg. It wasn't numb, he could feel it perfectly well, but he couldn't move it. It was like a dead weight. The doctors ran tests on it, but said there was absolutely nothing wrong. Light was completely healthy as far as they could tell, and they'd send him home after one more night of observation.
Light begged his parents to take him home anyway, and he asked his father to let him return to headquarters, but the answer was a firm "No," on both accounts. The only thing they would let him do was to have his cellphone. Light stared at it for a while, trying to think of what sort of plan he could launch or investigation he could conduct with a cellphone from a hospital room, but nothing suitable came to mind.
Then he was left alone in his hospital room for the night, and the hours ticked by with no sleep at all, and he was feeling weirder and weirder. The shaking had stopped, but the prickly feeling was worse than ever, like masses of needles resting against his skin, and it raced constantly up and down the entire length of his body.
Then, he suddenly grabbed his cellphone and before he could even think, he was punching in numbers, nothing he recognized, and it was ringing and a man's voice answered in English, gruffly saying, "Who are you?"
In English with no trace of an accent at all, Light answered, "I am Light Yagami, I live in Tokyo, my father is Soichiro Yagami of the NPA..."
And then, Light continued telling all the details someone would need to find him, including his home address and the address of the skyscraper that was the Kira investigation headquarters. Everything was spilling out of his mouth without thought or control, like accidentally blurting out a secret, except that it continued and continued beyond anything that was normal.
When Light finished, the man said, "Is the process complete?"
Light said, "No, and I could be arrested as Kira at any time. It would be best to prepare the contingency plan and bring the candidates. I don't want to kill him unless it is needed."
Then Light hung up, his thoughts swirling wildly with dozens of questions, but then he simply called Misa and asked her a few questions that seemed carefully designed to determine if she'd given up ownership yet without seeming to be odd questions if she had given up her memories. Once again, everything was just getting blurted out without any plan or thought. It just happened. Misa's answers made it clear that she had given up her memories.
All he could think was, Why, why, why am I doing this?
And he said goodbye to Misa, put the phone away, and suddenly he felt in control again. It was then he realized that he'd held the phone like L held it during both calls. A shiver moved through him, and for once it wasn't from his mysterious illness but from the unmistakable realization that had hit him. Holding the phone like L, was that L's idea of a joke? And, making those calls like that, it felt like being controlled, like nothing Light would normally do. His name had to be written down, and it wasn't Rem... it was L.
But, still, something was off. Light hadn't been able to control his victims' actions quite so precisely. Actions toward specific people were always void, and you couldn't cheat by using nicknames or by using labels such as "his girlfriend" to get around that restriction. Had L found a loophole?
Or maybe, Light thought, he really was insane. Maybe he'd completely flipped out and was acting the way he thought he should if L were controlling him. But, who was that man on the phone? If Light had called some random stranger in his insanity, the stranger shouldn't act like that.
Light went through the call history of his phone and redialed the same number. He only got a recording, saying the number had been disconnected.
Light spent the rest of the night pondering the issues, turning the puzzle over and over in his mind. No matter which way he looked at it, there were holes, inconsistencies. No single explanation really worked to explain what had happened. Finally, he drifted into sleep slightly after 7 AM and woke a little more than an hour later feeling much better. The shaking, the prickling, the not being able to move his right leg, it was all gone. Light felt almost completely normal.
He was able to get doctors to give him permission to leave and they returned his regular clothing to him. He checked out of the hospital and, even though he'd been told not to, returned to headquarters.
When Light arrived, they let him in but all of them were obviously shocked.
Soichiro came forward and said, "Light, I think you need to rest more. You could have another breakdown."
Light replied, "I'm feeling perfectly fine, and we need to catch Kira. The newest Kira was Misa until recently, but I believe she erased her memories and passed on her notebook to another Kira. We need to act fast."
Light couldn't believe he'd just said that. What was he thinking? Destroying Misa was one thing, but turning her in was quite another. Her guilt was closely linked with his own. It would create too much suspicion.
Then Aizawa said, "Light, why do you believe this?"
Light opened his mouth and said, "Last night, Misa said she was acting as Kira and stated that plan. She said she was going to use a contact at Sakura TV to pick the new Kira from among the idiots who write in letters praising Kira. I'm sorry I didn't act sooner, but I was too sick to take any action."
Shit! Shit! Shit! I am being controlled, aren't I? But then, why am I not confessing that I'm Kira?
Matsuda said, "Misa-Misa? But it was proven both of you couldn't be Kira, or you'd be dead already."
Soichiro said, "Yes, Light. Maybe it was a dream or hallucination. You were very ill."
Light wanted to agree, but instead he said, "No matter what you think, I know what I heard, and we can't afford to ignore any lead on Kira. Mogi, can you go down to Sakura TV and confiscate all their Kira-related mail? If this new Kira writes in frequently, there may be other letters. Also, I will call Misa now and see if I can get any clues."
Light used the untraceable phone and put it on speakerphone so everyone could hear at once, as well as having it recorded.
When Misa answered, Light said, "Misa, do you remember obtaining letters from anyone at Sakura TV?"
"Yes. Misa got some from a friend... I don't remember why. Umm... sometimes we look through them and laugh at the funny ones."
"Misa, do you remember where those letters are now? Did you burn them or throw them away?"
Misa said, "Oh, Misa threw them out."
"Has the trash collector arrived yet?"
"No."
"Run and get them. We need them for the Kira investigation. Someone will be right over to collect them."
"Yes, Misa can do that. Anything to help Light."
Light hung up and then said, "We need to intercept the mail for the address of every one of those letters. If I'm right, one of those Kira fans will receive the other notebook in the mail, and it will have a letter in Misa's handwriting and with Misa's fingerprints on it."
Aizawa said, "Light, if Misa is the second Kira, then the 13-day rule is false, and you are likely to be the first Kira."
Light said, "I don't remember being the first Kira, but your logic makes sense. I could be Kira. I think you can probably conduct this investigation without me from this point on. If you're afraid I might suddenly turn into Kira, you should have someone with me at all times, like Ryuzaki did, or you could even lock me up. I will consent until the matter is completely clear."
The investigators looked around at each other uneasily. Soichiro in particular had a pained look on his face.
Light said, "Misa's suite of rooms is completely secure and can be locked from the outside. Why don't you put me there? We can't waste any time with this new lead."
Aizawa said, "Matsuda, you still have the keys? Take him up there and lock him in."
Light followed Matsuda, in an extreme panic the entire way, but none of it showed on his face. He tried to resist, tried to make his feet stop following Matsuda, but it didn't work. He tried to ask Matsuda questions on the way up, but nothing came out. Why was L drawing it out instead of just making him confess? Was this some kind of torture? Or was it L's idea of a joke?
The only thing Light did was to send Matsuda on an errand to L's rooms for more "comfortable clothing" since Light was perhaps going to be confined a long time.
Matsuda returned and then, to Light's horror, Light kicked off his shoes and socks, dressed himself in L's clothing, and sat in a chair in L's usual crouch, consuming the cookies he'd also had Matsuda bring. Yes, this is what L would do. That bastard! What had he written?
Light tried to move on his own, but he failed to budge even a finger. He couldn't twitch a lip, or blink his eyes, or even control his breathing. Everything he did was not by his choice, no matter how small it was. And, it was like that the next day, and the next, as the task force members investigated the new Kira lead and managed to snag Misa's death note before it was put into any new Kira's hands.
Light only slept about an hour each night, and he saw he was developing dark bags under his eyes just as L had possessed. Whenever the task force members came to visit him, they treated him very oddly. Even his own father. Light was infuriated, but he couldn't really blame them. Not only was he acting completely insane, having turned into some kind of L impersonator even right down to the tiniest mannerisms, but he was also strongly suspected of being Kira.
Then, the news came. Misa had been put on trial and executed, and Interpol was arranging that Light should be put into the custody of a new group of investigators, ones he didn't know the names of. They would determine if he was Kira or not. The transfer was a quiet, subdued affair. Everyone on the task force was suspicious that Light was Kira, and they didn't know what to say.
But, once Light was handed over to the new group, they acted like he wasn't a prisoner or even a suspect. They simply took him to Britain and let him go. Light still didn't have the slightest control over his body. He was curious about this new development. Did they expect him to do something Kira-like and prove his guilt?
No, instead, Light simply made his way to a small mansion in the countryside and went in as if he lived there. He had the key and everything. Light went to an upstairs room and then stopped and suddenly said, "Light, I will allow you control of the muscles for talking briefly, but if you do anything bad such as try to bite the tongue, I won't let you talk again for a couple of years. I might even kill you."
Light tried to talk, and to his astonishment it worked. He said, "How... how did you get control this precise? And how did you get past the 23-day rule?"
Light's mouth said, "So, you are smart enough to acknowledge that I, L, defeated you. But, I didn't write your name in the murderer's notebook."
Light said, "What did you do?"
L said, "I told you Kira would face life in prison or the death penalty, but you didn't heed my warning. Now, this body is your prison, under my complete control. But, if you don't like it, I can give you the death penalty instead. Don't think I'll get lax with you, because I won't. Don't think I'll give you any leeway for once claiming to be my friend, because I've seen exactly how much you value my friendship. I'm always the one in control, and I can kill you any time I want."
Light said, "Tell me what you did!"
L said, "I thought I was probably immune to Kira because of my unique situation, and I was right. The notebook can't kill me; it can only kill my host. The person Rem killed had been a mass-murderer before I took him. You see, I hunt very intelligent criminals. What you ate from his mouth was not vomit, but actually myself. I passed from his body into yours. I am a creature from another world. My species has a way of keying pheromones to a particular individual's body chemistry, and forcing that individual to want to eat us. I am only as intelligent as the brain of my host, so I seek out the very best, and I believe in justice, so I would never take an innocent. I really love your brain, Light."
Light said, "What are you?"
L replied, "My spaceship crashed on your planet about eight hundred years ago. I was here against my will for quite a while, but I became attached to this place, and decided I really like it here. Well, I think I've given you as much freedom as you've earned for the moment. I'll talk to you again next week."
Light tried to reply, but once again, the body was not under his control. He tried to console himself with the thought that at least L had entertaining cases to solve, and L did seem to like indulging himself in luxury. Maybe, as far as prisons went, it wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
A/N (Author's Note):
Well, this is my L-is-an-alien fic. I hope the idea isn't too cheesy.
I wrote it in response to the "alien" prompt for the Death Note contest on livejournal.
And, in case it wasn't clear in the fic, the new group of investigators who briefly took Light prisoner were actually L's employees. Their only purpose was to get him out of Japan and back to his home base, away from the stalemate with the task force being super-suspicious and yet unable to prove anything.
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