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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: Day Two
When L woke, he didn't know if it was the next day or not. The sensory deprivation from the blindfold made things very disorienting. He wanted to lick his dry lips, but he resisted because he knew it would only make them worse. Still, his lips and throat just kept getting drier. He called out at frequent intervals, noting that his voice was now a bit hoarse. More than anything, he kept going over his plans in his mind. The most important thing was to get Misa to talk as much as possible, without letting her suspect that's what he wanted.
L considered his options. Last time, he'd admitted wrongdoing and apologized. Misa had gone into a one-sided rant, left in disgust and failed to return. Perhaps if he argued with her instead of agreeing, she would talk longer. But, that would be a risky move. If she got too pissed off, she might never want to talk to him much. Also, even someone with Misa's brainpower might notice the sudden switch from apologizing to belligerence. If he was going to change tactics, he'd need to do it slowly. It was also possible that Misa would be at her most irritable for the first few days or for the first week or so, and she'd react badly no matter what he said. Given time, she might get used to the situation, soften just a bit and allow him an opportunity to talk more.
L continued to wait, calling out at what he deemed were intervals of about ten minutes. The wetness between his legs had dried to a crusty film and was getting even more uncomfortable, a chafing irritation, and his bladder pressure was growing once more even though he hadn't had anything to drink.
Then, the electronic modulated voice said, "I need your help."
L said, "Misa?"
The voice said, "He doesn't talk to me. He just talks at me. I can't really be with him at all. It's like he's dead already."
L said, "Misa, I'm not sure what you want."
Misa said, "I have sexual needs, L. I've been love with Light for half a year, and it's all because of you that we haven't been able to do anything. You insisted on all that surveillance, and you said you'd be watching if we had sex. I was desperate enough, but he was never comfortable under those circumstances, so I kept waiting. Now, he's like a vegetable. I've been trying to have sex with him, and it just doesn't work. You need to think of a loophole in those instructions you wrote. You're smart."
L thought. He'd tried to write Light's details of death in such a way that Light wouldn't be able to find any loopholes in them. There was only one thing he could think of.
L said, "I know a way that might work. But, please bring me water. Also, I need a bathroom break."
There was a long silence in response, and then L heard a door open and close, and Misa's steps walking toward him. It sounded like she was walking on a carpet. L calculated. There were very few carpeted rooms in the investigation center and, besides, there was probably too much attention focused on that building for it to be safe for Misa to imprison him there. A riot that large must have drawn attention from both the police and the media. Where could Misa have put him? Perhaps in a private home of a Kira supporter?
Then, L felt the opening of a bottle being pressed to his lips. Misa was rough, so at first the water spilled, but then he latched onto it properly and kept gulping. It felt so good as he drank it down that it was almost painful. He finished the entire bottle and then had Misa get him a second, which he finished as well.
L said, "Misa, please let me use a bathroom. I really need to go."
"No."
L said, "I've already urinated on myself once and I'll do so again soon unless you let me go. I didn't deprive you of bathroom breaks."
"That's true," Misa said, "but once you had me go without water for three days. I've already given you water."
"We only deprived you for two days. The third day, you refused to drink."
Misa said, "Tell me the loophole."
L sighed. "I don't know if this will work, but the only thing Light is allowed to do other than confess is perform necessary bodily functions. Sex probably doesn't count as a necessary bodily function, but perhaps you could sneak it in while he's doing one of the other things."
Misa said, "I've already tried all sorts of things, getting him naked in bed, sucking on him. Nothing works. He just lies there constantly talking. He doesn't get hard or respond in any way."
"It might work if you try having sex with him while he is eating. The other things you could try would be while he is sleeping or going to the bathroom."
Misa said, "You had better hope this works."
L heard her steps walking away. He said, "Bathroom! Please!"
Misa said, "You murdered Light, you know. You are a murderer. Don't ever try to tell yourself otherwise."
Then Misa was gone, and L was left by himself. His thirst was all right, but his hunger was getting worse. The presence of the water made his stomach growl and cramp, making it acutely conscious of the food that wasn't there. And, before too long, he had to urinate more desperately than ever before. Once again, he held it as long as he could, until it was a throbbing, unbearable pain, hoping that Misa might return in time, and then his control broke and he released it all over himself. This time, the hospital gown didn't sop up as much, and he could feel quite a bit running down his legs.
After that, he had to endure a long wait, and the urine, at first wet and warm, soon became a chilly presence and then gradually dried. L's entire crotch area and upper thighs were very irritated now. He wanted so badly to scratch, but the straightjacket held his arms completely immobile.
L was starting to get thirsty again when he heard the door open and close, and Misa's delicate little steps approaching him. She came right up to him and slapped the side of his face, hard.
L knew better than to say anything, so he just waited, his cheek stinging.
After a short silence, Misa said, "It didn't work. I can't do anything with Light. You've completely crippled him."
"I'm sorry."
"No," Misa said, "you're not sorry. Don't lie to me."
L said, "Misa, it's going to stink a lot unless you start giving me bathroom breaks. And, before too long, I'll do more than just urinate. The longer you wait, the worse the clean-up will be."
There was only silence in answer.
L said, "You don't have to do this, Misa. You can assign someone to care for me. Perhaps Watari, or Rem, or one of the Kira supporters. I understand if you don't want to take a male on bathroom breaks."
Misa said, "Watari is in the same kind of restraints as you. He was also responsible for what happened and he will stay like that for the full fifty days. Rem is taking care of him. Rem can't go very far from Light, and I'm not letting you anywhere near Light or Watari. They are in a completely different location."
L said, "What about that mob that attacked the building? Surely you can find one person to care for me?"
Misa replied, "Light always said that we couldn't reveal ourselves to Kira supporters. That would be too dangerous. The mob consisted only of controlled people. They won't talk about what they did and they'll all be dead soon. I didn't realize I was going to do this afterwards, so I didn't control any of them to become servants, I just controlled them to attack the building. Do you want me to kill more people just to create servants so you don't have to rely on me?"
"No."
"Then," Misa said, "I'll take you now."
L could hear Misa walking around behind him, and then the entire thing he was strapped to tilted back at an angle, and he could hear wheels beneath him, wheels on carpet. Misa negotiated through two doors with some difficulty, and after the second door the carpet ceased.
Then Misa said, "No, that's not funny. I'll figure out something."
L said, "Is there another shinigami here? The one that must be attached to you?"
"Yes," Misa said, "his name is Ryuk. He's not very cooperative. I have to bribe him constantly, and even then he won't do much. I've already tried to get him to care for you, but he says it's much more amusing if he doesn't."
L said, "Misa, I really need to use the toilet, and I need to clean myself too. Could you let me loose now? You know I won't escape because I'll just get killed no matter where I go."
"No," Misa said, "I'll just lean your front over the toilet, or I'll find something for you to pee into."
L said, "I need to do more than just pee. Let me sit on a toilet, at least. I'm also very chapped and irritated from peeing on myself. I need to wash myself off, and probably apply lotion or ointment. When I restrained you, I let you have your hands free when you went to the bathroom."
Misa said, "You are strong and devious. I've seen your kicks. You might be planning to kill me and escape. Rem would kill you afterwards, but you probably expect to die anyway and think you have nothing to lose, so it might satisfy you to kill me on your way out. If I even let your legs loose, it would be dangerous for me."
L said, "Don't you have shackles?"
"No."
Then L gave Misa detailed instructions on how to make some effective shackles, and soon she had L's feet restrained with twisted, tied-up bed sheets acting as ropes, so that there was only a one-foot length of "rope" between L's feet, preventing him from kicking. Then she undid the straps that fastened him to the wheeled, metal frame. L immediately fell to his knees, his legs weak from being in the same position for so long.
He said, "With you, I let you be horizontal at night, and I eventually brought in a frame like this but with a shelf, for sitting during the day. People can die from being vertical too long. It damages the internal organs. If you want me to live fifty days, you need to make a few allowances like that."
L shakily got to his feet. He was still in the straightjacket and blindfold. He felt cool tiles against his bare feet. Misa took his shoulders and steered him to a toilet. He did all of his business, and then heard Misa clicking some buttons by his shoulder. Strong jets of body-temperature water came from underneath, hitting him from all sides at once. It was very soothing to his irritated areas. Then, warm air blew on him until he was dry. Immediately, the soreness returned. He'd been wallowing in his own filth long enough that merely cleaning it off wasn't good enough. The skin had been damaged.
But, he now had more information. The presence of a very fancy model of toilet, a combination toilet/bidet, increased his suspicion he was being held in a hotel suite. If he screamed loud enough and long enough, someone would probably rescue him, but that was pointless without getting the information he needed to keep himself alive. Then Misa was pulling him to his feet again, and he felt something metallic at his waist. He drew back in alarm.
Misa said, "These are scissors. I'm cutting off the parts of the hospital gown that jut out from the straightjacket. Otherwise, I couldn't get off the soiled areas without removing the straightjacket, and I won't do that."
L held still as she snipped, trying to hide that he was nervous about her wielding scissors so close to his genitals. When she finished, she once again put her hands on his shoulders, steering him into a shower stall. Then she turned on the water. It burned him at first and he yelped, but she adjusted it and soon it was pleasant. L held his mouth open to it and drank. There was no telling how long it would be until Misa brought him drinking water again. Then he shuffled around, turning every part of himself to the spray, trying to get clean.
Misa said, "Come on, Ryuk, you haven't helped at all. Surely it's been amusing enough by now. I'll give you five extra apples if you wash him with soap and shampoo."
There was a pause, and then Misa said, "I know you can't get under the straightjacket. Just wash all the skin you can see."
L felt a wet sponge on the back of one leg, and then as it moved, he felt slick lather dripping down from it. The shinigami cleaned every part of his exposed skin that way, which was everything from the waist down plus his face and neck. Then Ryuk washed his hair as well. As the last of the shampoo was rinsed away, L leaned against the wall of the shower and slowly slid down it until he was sitting on the floor of the shower. It felt so good just to be in a normal sitting position, his knees drawn up to his chest.
Misa said, "Get up!"
L tried to stand, but it was difficult with his legs being so weak and not being able to use his arms. He lurched upwards, stepped out of the shower, and slipped. It was a terrifying feeling, falling without the ability to catch yourself or see. He twisted to the side to protect his face, heavily falling on his shoulder and sending a jolt of pain through it. He lay there panting, trembling just slightly from a combination of light-headedness and adrenaline. It really had been too long since he'd eaten.
Misa said, "You're pathetic. Now, get up!"
L tried once more, but it was just too hard with the slipperiness of the wet floor around him and the position he was in and his weakness and the makeshift shackles. He knew he could get out of those shackles at any time, but he didn't want Misa to know that. He twisted in place, wriggling and unable to get a purchase on anything. Then, Misa's hands were helping him up and guiding him to sit on a little stool. In a few moments, she was back with a hairdryer, blowing dry not just his hair, but also drying out the soaked straightjacket and every part of his skin. As soon as his privates were dry, the intense itching returned.
L said, "Misa, I really need some ointment or lotion between my legs. It is very sore. Can't you let my arms loose for that?"
"No!"
L shifted around uncomfortably. If the irritated area didn't heal soon, it was going to drive him crazy. Misa had found a way to torture him. There was something about his privates, though. He would really rather Misa tortured any other area. L felt especially vulnerable there.
Then, he suddenly felt extremely wet fingers on his upper thigh, spreading something moist and soothing with sure, precise movements. It felt very good, an immense relief, as if everywhere she touched was instantly being healed. Then, her hands moved to his other thigh, and his groin area, and the lower part of his butt. Then there was a slight hesitation, and L could hear Misa breathing just slightly faster.
Misa said, "I'm going to keep putting lotion on you. Don't ever speak of this to anyone."
Misa applied the soothing substance to his perineum, and worked around carefully into all the folds and wrinkles of his testicles. It was starting to become too nice, those lubricated feminine hands sliding over his privates. L tried to control his own breathing, tried not to enjoy it. Then, suddenly Misa's hands were on his penis, and he couldn't help his reaction. His penis responded so instinctively in her hands.
"Ewwwww!" Misa said, "Don't do that! You are a pervert."
"I'm sorry Misa," L gasped, "I can't help it. Most men would respond to this, and I'm easily excited because I'm a virgin."
The hands stopped applying lotion. Misa said, "How old are you?"
"I recently turned twenty-five."
Misa burst out into bitter, angry laughter. She said, "So, you don't get any, and you think it's just fine to deprive others of it too."
L didn't say anything. In a few moments the hands came back. He was trying harder than ever not to respond, but his body was perverse, it seemed to do exactly the opposite of what he commanded it. Then, just when he thought he might have to say something, Misa's hands were finally gone. He was incredibly relieved. Wasn't he?
Misa herself was gone too. In a few moments she came back with a skirt. She explained that she couldn't put shorts or anything like that on him without removing the shackles, and she didn't want "it" to be hanging there in the open all the time. But, a skirt could be put on over the shackles. So, in a few minutes, L was dressed in Misa's skirt and a straightjacket, strapped back onto the wheeled frame, and taken into the room he'd been in before. Misa reclined the frame onto the floor and left. In a few minutes, she was back, and an incredible, delicious smell permeated the air. Chocolate cake. L could hear Misa placing it beside his head.
Then Misa said, "Are you hungry L? It's been two days. I'm afraid this cake is just out of your reach. Enjoy the fragrance."
Then, with a horrible little laugh, her footsteps were rapidly receding.
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