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Fever Dreams	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 23
Light used a towel to blot his chin, as if wiping off sweat after his tennis game but actually making it impossible to lip-read anything, and said, "You're recording everything we say, correct?"
Fujiwara said, "Yes. I always record my interviews. Don't worry about your identity getting out, though. Even my boss never knows who I've been talking to unless the person is famous enough to be recognized by voice alone."
"See that tall guy in the trench coat? Don't look directly at him. He follows me about half the time. He's one of L's employees. A less obvious follower is that college-aged girl with the pigtails all the way down her back. There are other followers who aren't here at this time. There is a shorter, stocky guy who alternates in shifts with the tall trench coat guy, and four people who follow me if I get on a subway, and two if I get on a bus. They all switch out in shifts so it isn't as obvious. There are also seven of my classmates and three of my professors. I'll tell you the names they've told me, though I'm sure they're probably fake."
Actually there are four professors, but L would be too upset if I blew Aiber's cover.
Light rattled off the list of names, leaving out Aiber.
Fujiwara said, "I'll admit that man in the trench coat looks out of place on a college campus, and he's even taking notes, but the rest of what you've told me sounds kind of paranoid. If your father wasn't in such an important position, and if you didn't have such a reputation for truthfulness and never getting in trouble, I might have decided not to meet you."
Light said, "There is a very simple way to prove that I'm a Kira suspect. Have my followers investigated. Use someone with as little connection with yourself as possible, and make the money trail extremely difficult to trace. Whoever you set up to investigate the people who watch me will in turn get investigated with considerable force, the kind of force that only someone like L could use. This will quickly become obvious. You will probably be surprised at how fast L begins to unravel your deception. That fact, along with the fact that having so many agents watching one college student would be ridiculous unless I were a highly important suspect, should convince you of the truth."
Fujiwara paused, processing the information, and then said, "It will be simple to check out that part of your story. What about the rest?"
"Once you realize I must be a Kira suspect, the rest of what I tell you should be largely believable, simply because there wouldn't be much reason for me to lie. Any part of my story that is important to conceal, I simply won't tell."
"Go on. You said there were other Kira suspects?"
Light said, "Yes. Obviously I cannot tell you their names or much about them, because that would violate the terms of the confidentiality agreement I signed with the NPA. I promised I would not leak any vital information about the case, and if I do I can be arrested. I am sure that everything I will tell you today will not violate that agreement, though some information might be borderline. As far as I know, there were over four hundred suspects a year ago, but since there were so many none were investigated in great detail at that time. As far as serious suspects, I only knew of three in addition to myself."
Misa, Higuchi, and Deputy-Director Kitamura's daughter. Mogi was still approaching Deputy-Director Kitamura's daughter last April and claiming to be L, just as the real L was approaching me at the same time.
"Do you know if those suspects are still being investigated?"
"I am not fully sure, but I believe that of the four suspects, one died and one was completely cleared, leaving only myself and one other person as serious Kira suspects."
"The original Kira and the second Kira!"
Light said, "Perhaps."
Fujiwara said, "You said you might have met the real L. I find that part difficult to believe. L never shows himself. Even the deepest sources within Interpol say that L only appears as a garbled voice and a logo on a computer screen. Watari, L's associate, shows himself occasionally, but always in disguise. Those people who claim to have met L in person, they always turn out to have been tricked by a known police officer acting under L's orders."
"As I said, that part of my story is not provable, even to myself. At times L was a garbled voice, when I was brought in for questioning. Someone claiming to be L also deliberately showed himself to me."
Fujiwara made a snorting sound and said, "That doesn't make any sense!"
"It does, if you assume L would be protected by such a move. If L dies, the suspect is confirmed as Kira, so the suspect doesn't dare to kill L."
"Huh. That is an interesting theory."
Light said, "This man, who might have been the real L, made a number of astonishing deductions on the spot, with no time to consult with some behind-the-scenes person. I am sure he did not have any hidden earpiece through which he might have been receiving commands. Even if he was a proxy, he had enough intelligence to be the real L. Additionally, he did not look or act anything like a police officer or a CIA agent or an FBI agent or any kind of person with a similar job. He also did not seem anything like the image of L that has been built up in the public's mind. If L were going to send a proxy, he'd sent a more believable one."
"This supposed L might have been pretending for you, to make you think that way."
"That's what I said, and he agreed with me far too easily."
Fujiwara said, "You've told me what this L is not. He's nothing like a law enforcement official or a government agent should be. Can you tell me what he is like?"
Light said, "For now, I will only say he's not as old as people suppose he is. I might give you a little more information the next time we talk."
"Okay, that's fair. I would like to know why a Kira suspect would admit being a Kira suspect to a reporter, even anonymously. You're not getting anything out of this if I don't publish your name, and yet you risk violating your confidentiality agreement if you tell me slightly too much. You want to join the NPA after you graduate, and this should make it harder. That is, if being a Kira suspect hasn't already completely ruined your chance."
Fujiwara has no idea how easy it is for me to talk people into things. I could still probably become an NPA officer, even if the entire force knew I'm a Kira suspect, which they don't.
Light said, "I am doing this for my own benefit. You see, one of the theories L has is that Kira can manipulate memories and control people, depositing Kira's power in certain people and controlling them to kill the criminals, then moving the power to a new person and erasing the memories of the person who once acted as Kira."
Fujiwara shuffled his feet and cleared his throat, then said, "You mean, that you could actually have been Kira in the past, at least in function, but you no longer remember it?"
This is close enough to the truth that it'll alarm L. He'll have a strong desire to do something.
Light said, "Yes, that is possible. I do not want to be Kira. What I'm doing now, admitting my status as a Kira suspect, it makes me a poor target for Kira's power. You see, if Kira does plan to return the power to me, it would only make sense if every single person who knows I've been a Kira suspect dies first. The more of those people there are, the more secure my future is. I am not sure if I ever was Kira, but I wish to take steps to prevent myself from ever being Kira again."
In a slightly nervous voice, Fujiwara said, "So, to secure my own safety, I should make sure to tell a person or two that you are the anonymous Kira suspect I interviewed, so that killing me would be pointless."
"Exactly. The officers investigating me have already used that same strategy. I would be a useless recipient for Kira's power, and telling my story to you only makes me more useless, as well as establishing that I am presently innocent. If I were the real Kira and merely pretending to not be him, I would never make such a suicidal move as this."
A group of people started approaching the tennis courts.
Light said, "We are almost out of time. However, I'm a little nervous about how much I've told you. I want you to say in your article that I wonder if I've trespassed too close to the line in revealing information, and I want you to write that if this supposed L comes to me in person and asks me to say no more to you, I will do so. Otherwise, if L does not tell me in person to stop communicating with you, I will assume that it is fine to tell you a little more the next time we talk."
Fujiwara said, "Yes, I will do that. I don't want to get in trouble either."
With that, Fujiwara stood and shook Light's hand, pretending to be ready to leave and talking as if he were wrapping up a conversation about tennis before leaving.
As soon as the journalist was gone and Light was walking toward the showers, Rem said, "Are you sure that was a wise move?"
Light hid his mouth in the towel to prevent lip-reading and said, "It doesn't harm you in any way, and it helps me. L is paranoid about the idea of people finding out anything about his identity. I haven't said enough to truly betray him, so he won't be angry enough to reject me because of this, but he will find it necessary to visit me in person to prevent any future meetings with the reporter. I know I can win him back if he'll just visit me in person once."
Rem said, "You sound like Misa."
I'm nothing like Misa, you stupid shinigami! Well, I don't have to talk to you anyway.
It took only one day for L to counter Light's move.
The next morning, Fujiwara's articles were in all the major papers, and the news channels were talking about the new revelation quite a bit. There hadn't been a genuine-seeming update about the Kira case in a very long time, and the media almost couldn't get enough of it, to the point of over-analysis.
Light couldn't help but smile when Takada ran to him just before one of the two classes they shared, excitedly jabbering about the idea that a Kira suspect was out there, or possibly three or four Kira suspects, and that Kira perhaps moved the power to kill from person to person.
By the afternoon, more breaking stories hit. Seventeen supposed Kira suspects, some staying anonymous and some not, talked to various reporters including Sho Fujiwara. All of them had "proof" that they were Kira suspects, with the evidence being the same or better than what Light had provided to the reporter. All told similar stories, with a mysterious "L" they refused to describe approaching them in person, sometimes with voluntary or semi-voluntary abductions involved, and two of them even claimed that L had chained them to himself for a time for observational purposes.
Light waited until he got home, holding in the simmering outrage all day. When he'd finally retreated to his bedroom, he didn't even check for surveillance devices but threw himself on his bed, buried his face in the pillow and let out a series of frustrated screams.
The audacity of L! He's telling me that I can't do anything to him. Very soon, this will be a phenomenon like alien abduction, with lots of people claiming to have possibly been Kira at some point, and nobody believing it.
Rem drifted close and said, "Light Yagami, I did not realize you were capable of having feelings."
Light chose to ignore her and let out a few more screams, biting deeply into the pillow to muffle them. The last thing he needed was Sayu or Sachiko rushing into his room to ask what was wrong.
Light weakly pulled himself up onto his elbows, gasping for air, and said, "He's so stubborn! He's like a child. Just once, if he'd visit me once, but he won't do it."
Rem said, "You ignored Misa when she pursued you with threats. Perhaps this is the same."
Shit. Shit! Is Rem right? How could she be right?
Light flung himself onto his back with a groan and memories of L filled his mind. The way L ate, his slouching walk, how he always seemed so calm even when he must have been frightened. The way his skin felt and smelled, so clean, only the barest salty traces of sweat. The way his hair always had such volume without using any special hair-care products to give it volume. The expression he would get on his face when he slept, looking so very young and deeply innocent.
Do I give up? Is this what L wants? Is this how to win the game? I could admit defeat, verbally, and get him to visit me that way. I know he's lonely. I know he needs me.
Light thought it over, carefully deciding how to word his apology and how to create the right actions, or rather the lack of actions, that would convince L he'd given up on threats and was willing to be genuine.
Half an hour later, he was ransacking his room, looking for a spy camera or a listening device.
Light found one and said into it, "This message is for L. I'm sorry I tried to force you to visit me. It was wrong. I won't try anything like that again. I will wait patiently for you to decide you want to see me. Don't make me wait forever."
There was a distinct possibility, though, that L did not have enough to do with the investigation to hear one message. Perhaps N was in charge of surveillance, and he would not pass on such a message to L.
Light repeated the message at regular intervals, two or three times a day, into whatever bugs or hidden cameras he found. He also sent another letter via Matsuda, though Matsuda claimed that L was truly gone. Light kept up the schedule of saying the message, being sure to state that he wasn't repeating it as a form of pressure, but rather to simply know that L would receive it.
Meanwhile, Light did nothing else except go to classes and interact normally with his friends and family. Light stayed away from Sho Fujiwara even though there was intense pressure for a second interview. There was fallout at home from his bold move. Light endured a number of lectures from his father about how bad it was to go to the press at all.
The "Kira suspect" phenomenon was evolving just as Light had predicted it would. It became common among Kira followers to use hypnosis to try to dredge up memories of being Kira and of getting investigated by L. Mentions of it were appearing less and less in the mainstream news outlets and more and more in tabloids.
If it wasn't for the situation Light was in, he would have laughed at the various artists' concepts of L that were published, nothing like the real L. L was almost universally described as young, and was usually thought to be American. He tended to be drawn as tall, athletic and broad-shouldered, often with a baseball cap or a cowboy hat. His hair was most often blonde, and his posture was always straight. Soon a trend showed up of giving him a tiny goatee and a single long, swept-back ponytail.
It was a little more than two months after Light had been sent home from headquarters that everything changed. Light had just exited a class and glimpsed L. L was at a distance down a crowded hallway, standing slouched, hands thrust deep into his pockets, wearing his dingy old untied tennis shoes with no socks.
Light's mouth was suddenly dry, and he was almost afraid to approach. He had the feeling he might scare L away, and if L ran for it, then what?
Light walked in that direction, slowly, carefully, never removing his eyes from L, trying to control his breathing, even it out. L looked like he was suffering. His dark eyes focused on the floor most of the time, and only flickered up to rest on Light's approaching form once.
Light stopped in front of L, ignoring the flood of students rushing past. Soon they would disperse and the busy hallway would be mostly empty once again. Light longed for that privacy.
I have the key to Professor Yamada's office. He trusts me that much, and I know his schedule. It'll be empty for the next two hours.
Light said, "I know a place we can talk, just two floors up from here."
L said nothing, but when Light turned L followed. Light kept glancing back over his shoulder, making sure L was still with him. They quickly left the crowd behind, but even the sound of L's footsteps weren't reassurance enough. Light had to keep getting visual confirmation that L wasn't trying to leave.
Just as Light was about to withdraw his key, L jumped in front of him, pulling out his own key and unlocking Professor Yamada's office.
I should have known. I'm sure he knows the schedule as well as I do, too.
They went into the office and locked the door behind them. It was fairly large for what was usually allowed on the space-cramped campus, with two big old-fashioned wooden desks and a small table.
Light said, "Our relationship isn't just based on sex, or you wouldn't be here."
L prodded at his lower lip with a long, spindly finger and said, "Perhaps it is based on sex. It seems I have physical needs that I cannot satisfy with other people."
Other people?
It was time to make a case for L to stay around.
Light said, "Nobody else understands you as well as I do. You want someone who might be able to guess what you're thinking before you explain it all in detail. I'm the only one who ever does that."
L looked at the floor. He said, "I don't know what I'm thinking."
"I think you've never been happier than when we were working together to catch Higuchi. We weren't even having sex yet, but you liked being with me."
L said nothing, but simply stared. It was that incredibly blank, unreadable stare that Light had become so familiar with. It was the first expression, if it counted as one, that Light had ever seen on L's face.
Light said, "Listen, L, I know you don't trust me, but I also know you're so paranoid you'll never trust anyone. If you look for someone else, that person will demand your trust and the relationship will eventually fall apart if you can't let down your guard. With me, it will be different. I know you have good reasons to suspect I'm Kira. I deliberately fueled those suspicions and even when I lose my memories you can show me the tapes of what I said, and then I'll know you're justified. It's okay if you never trust me, just don't leave."
Light took a deep breath, looked straight into L's eyes, almost losing himself in the inky depths, and said, "L, I like it when you investigate me. Please investigate me some more."
Light approached L, pushing him backwards, almost trapping him against the edge of a desk. Light wanted to sweep everything off that desk and start fucking him, but instead he held his body so close to L's that he could feel the body heat even though they weren't touching. He wanted L to make the first move, to be overwhelmed by feelings. Light waited.
L reached up and trailed his fingers along the side of Light's face. Light closed his eyes, feeling it, wanting more, wanting to suck those fingers into his mouth and nibble on them. The room seemed suddenly hotter, his clothes tighter. L cupped Light's chin, a satisfying warmth and pressure, and then Light felt the kiss, L's lips hesitant and greedy all at once.
Light had been intending that they end up on the desk, but somehow, as he melted into the touches he'd needed for so long, they ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor, a rough, cheap carpet not really cushioning them from the floor, Light on top, trying to struggle out of his clothing but so involved in the experience that he'd only managed to partly unbutton his shirt and slip his trousers just slightly lower than his hips.
L was wriggly, a challenge, seeming to change his mind constantly about whether he was a very enthusiastic participant or whether he was thinking about resisting.
Without any warning, L suddenly reached up and ripped Light's shirt badly.
Was that move calculated? Is he really that eager or is it part of a plan?
Light brought out the small tube of lubricant he'd been carrying with him for the last two months, and then he dug through his wallet and brought out a package of condoms.
Light said, "I'm sure you know I haven't been with anyone, but if you want to be completely safe I'm prepared to use these. They're flavored."
If L has been involved in the investigation of me all this time, then he should know for a fact that I haven't had sex with anyone since he dumped me. But if N has been watching me without L, then L won't know for sure and he's so paranoid he'll probably want to use protection. If L has me use condoms, then I'll know that he has truly dropped out of the investigation, or at least that he wants me to think so.
In a quiet voice, L said, "It doesn't matter. Only if you want to use them."
And then they were once again a tangle of arms and legs and stomachs brushing together deliciously, and Light was sucking on L's bottom lip, making him shiver, trying to coax open his mouth for a deep kiss.
Something was a bit unusual about L's movements. Light focused more closely, and then decided L was neatly intercepting all attempts to play with his hair. Suddenly, Light knew what it had to be. He slipped his hand into L's hair quickly, burrowing deeply among the soft black strands. L got a resigned expression on his face, and then Light could feel it. He parted the hair to look.
The bug was glued neatly to L's hair a few millimeters from his scalp, within the deepest portion of his flyaway fluff. It had been painted black to blend in even better. Light gazed at it long enough for L to know he'd certainly seen it, and then said, "Don't worry, L. Didn't I tell you that I like it when you investigate me?"
Light captured L's mouth in a kiss, probing fiercely, melting away L's resistance with the sheer heat of it, making L respond vigorously, making him need it.
You will feel this, L. You can't deny it.
Light broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Please investigate me some more, L," before diving back in and refusing to relent until L was softly moaning and trying to thrust upward.
Light took his time with the foreplay, teasing L, fanning the flames of desire, re-educating him on exactly what he'd missed, what he'd deprived himself of by being so stubborn and childish. Light wanted everything to count, for it to be an emotional experience and not just a quick fuck.
He kissed L everywhere on his face and neck, played with his hair and his ears and lips, let his hands roam underneath L's clothing to tenderly stroke all the sensitive areas, to feel L's nipples stiffen under his probing fingers, to gently dip fingers beneath L's waistband and brush across the warm hardness growing between L's legs.
L didn't resist when Light reached down to remove L's shirt. L was compliant during the process, almost limp. But when Light went to unzip L's jeans, L glanced toward the door and got a look on his face as if he wanted to leave. Light subdued him with kisses, fiercely nibbling and licking until L began responding again, until L was reaching up and grabbing the back of Light's neck to pull him down into even more vigorous kisses, lips mashing together, tongues wrestling.
Light paused long enough to say, "Both of us need this. Both of us."
L was getting that helpless look Light absolutely adored, L's eyes fluttering open and then closed, his face almost shining with pleasure. L was moaning under Light's every touch. It was all Light could do to shed the rest of the clothing, it was almost too much to let go of L long enough to struggle out of few clothes that remained.
Light felt proud when L's erection was finally exposed. It was extremely hard, swollen, a slight purplish tint to it from being so engorged, and when Light slipped his own erection alongside it L's hips made a little jump. L looked wanton, helpless, almost begging for it, splayed out on the floor underneath Light.
Light planted his knees on either side of L's hips and rocked back and forth, rubbing their most sensitive places together. L closed his eyes, black eyelashes against pale skin, and moaned loudly. He'd never looked more beautiful. It was time to show him how very good it could feel. Light's hand wandered over the floor and found the tube of lubricant, and while he held L down and pleasured him with kisses and the dry friction of their erections sliding against each other, Light reached behind himself with one hand and began preparing himself for entry.
L must not have been aware of what had been happening; because he looked very surprised when Light began taking in his length bit by bit, burying it deep within. There was a feeling of need inside, of needing to be stretched and filled, and L's penis fit that need perfectly as it slowly slipped further and further, finding more than enough lubricant in there to ease its path.
Light stopped when L's penis was fully buried inside, trembling, getting used to the sensation all over again. Two months was far too long to go without this, though sex was better the other way around. That would come next. First, it was important to give L the best possible experience, to trap him with desire, to remind L he wasn't merely a cold, logical machine.
Light fought hard to hold things together, though L's stomach muscles jostling against his hard-on made it difficult, as he pulled upward and then drove down again and again. He went slowly at first and then in a building tempo, relentlessly pushing L into a state of only emotions and no thoughts.
Light could see it in L's face, the almost complete absence of calculations, the genuine human underneath the layers of masks L liked to present to the world. It was a precious, valuable sight that Light couldn't take his eyes off of. Perhaps nobody else had ever seen this version of L.
Very quickly, L began wriggling in an odd way. He looked happy yet almost uncomfortable all at once, and his face was turning red, a dramatic, obvious flushing when seen next to the rest of his pale skin.
Light guessed what was happening, placed his mouth against L's ear and whispered, "It's okay to come if you want to."
Light was unprepared for the severe arch L's back went into. It was difficult not to be knocked sideways, and L's penis drove deeper than before at that angle, releasing gushes of surprisingly hot semen far within. L was letting out almost painful-sounding stuttering cries, though his face looked incredibly blissful, and Light couldn't help but capture those lips in another kiss, funneling those beautiful sounds into his own mouth and slightly muffling them.
Then L was panting as if he'd just finished running a marathon, sprawled out on the floor as if he had no bones in his body, limp and wasted. He certainly looked stunned, trying to recover.
Light held him and cuddled, a kind of fear growing in his chest, and then he saw the signs he'd been dreading. L was trying to disengage and slide out from underneath.
Light tried to pin L without being too forceful about it and said, "Don't you want another one?"
L looked at the door and muttered, "My sexual needs have been met."
As fast as he could, Light slickened some fingers with lubrication and slipped them into L's rapidly-retreating ass. It stopped L in place and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back and his mouth making a perfect "O" of surprise.
Light worked his fingers in and out, curling upward to put pressure on that sensitive spot, making L wriggle with pleasure.
Light said, "You nearly always come twice, and I know you like having me inside you. You'll be ready to go again soon."
Light eased closer, working his fingers more vigorously, watching L nibble helplessly at his own fingers. It was not long at all until L's penis began to stir to life, growing and hardening once again, and then Light positioned his penis for entry, a completely unresisting L underneath him with legs already raised and spread.
Sliding inside was so easy. L was open and ready, inviting, practically pulling Light's penis within.
The heat, the heat was amazing, better than he'd remembered, and the feeling of being buried, of being completely enclosed, it was intoxicating. Light felt a sense of unraveling, a sense of something breaking apart. Resistance? It was all or nothing, this was the beginning of a renewed relationship or the very last time, and Light couldn't think of the future any more, he just wanted to lose himself further and further in the present moment. There was a kind of freedom in not trying to manipulate things so much, of reveling in the pleasure of touch and friction and the way L would squeeze his internal muscles just so and make Light's breath catch in his throat.
Light didn't want to leave, and so he didn't think of leaving but merely of the lovely physical responses he was provoking in L and the surges of pleasure that strengthened with each thrust.
Light held the building orgasm in just barely, driving into L again and again with a pounding force, so close, so very close, that he had to slow at times to regain his composure.
And then Light saw it on L's face, heard it in the sudden change of pitch in L's moaning, felt it underneath him. Pulses of warm cum were flooding into the space between their bellies.
Yes, I'm making you come. It's me that does this to you, nobody else. You need it, and you're helpless without it.
Light watched the emotions surge through L's face, continuing to plunge in and out, and then he let go of his control and felt himself seized with a feeling of intense warmth running up from his tight balls, right up his shaft with tingles of electricity and then shooting out the tip in an explosion of pleasure. It suffused his entire pelvis in a kind of expansion and contraction of pure ecstasy, leaving him trembling and with chills running up his back, the entire frustration of two months of celibacy breaking free at once and surging, surging so high it took Light's breath away.
There was a feeling of finality after that. Light cuddled again, on the unyielding floor, beginning to feel the carpet burn on his knees for the first time. L didn't say anything, but seemed half-hearted about participating, and L's dark eyes became very intent, watching Light closely.
I know that look. He's analyzing, deciding. Was this visit a test to see if he wants to be with me? Did I fail it?
Light felt a constriction around his heart. He stared hard into L's face, studying it for any sign of what that decision might be.
Almost absently, L said, "N complains about watching you deliberately masturbate in front of the cameras."
Light replied, "Maybe you should be watching instead of him. I want you to keep investigating me."
L said, "You're manipulative."
"So are you. Also, I don't think you could stand having a relationship with someone who didn't bring you mental challenges."
L used his toes, monkey-like, to grab a box of tissues that had fallen off the nearest desk, unnoticed during their activities, and began cleaning off his sticky cum-splattered belly. Light took a few tissues too and began cleaning up as well. Clothing had been flung in every direction and should take some time to pick up and re-assemble.
Light gathered up all the soiled tissues and carefully put them underneath things already in the trash, so that their indiscretion would perhaps go entirely unnoticed by Professor Yamada.
L was almost completely dressed when Light turned around.
Light scrambled quickly for his own clothing, swearing as he was forced to put on his ripped shirt. L was already slipping out the door and Light ran after, leaving his jacket behind on the floor, still zipping up his trousers, and startling a knot of students gathered at the top of the stairs.
It was a real job to run after a rapidly-retreating L. Light could barely keep him in sight and soon they were outdoors. From the exclamations of several nearby students, Light realized that not only was his shirt ripped badly, but he also had some kind of mark L had sucked or bitten onto his neck. In the heat of the moment he hadn't been fully aware of everything L had done.
Light had almost caught up to L when Watari's car came into view, L heading straight toward it. L had just enough of a head start that it was clear he could get away unless he slowed.
Is this what L wants? For me to make a fool of myself in public? Is that the test?
Light called out, as loud as he could, "Ryuzaki, don't leave! I'm in love with you."
At that, L stopped and turned to look behind him.
Light continued to approach, panting, painfully aware of the eyes of many students on him.
L said, "I do not think what we have is love. I use you for my sexual needs. That is all."
A fat guy with glasses standing near Light said, "Light Yagami is gay?"
The guy's friend next to him said, "Of course he's gay. All the women want him. Plus, he turned down Misa-Misa. Could any straight man do that?"
Light said, "You're lying, Ryuzaki. You don't understand what you feel, so you pretend it isn't love. Let me run away with you. I'll go right now if you want."
The passenger door opened on Watari's car and L began retreating toward it, step by step.
L said, "I require only occasional sexual encounters. I will see you again in perhaps two months, unless I find someone else first."
"That isn't enough."
L had his hand on the car door. Just before he slipped inside, Light blurted out, "I'll show you something you've wanted to see for more than a year."
The door closed. Light felt a crushing sensation inside his chest. He was only dimly aware of the murmur of many student voices all around him.
Then the door cracked open and L said, "Light, will you let me tie you up and do whatever I wish?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
Light felt like he was dying inside from some of the things being said around him, but he ignored the students and focused on the car door. It suddenly opened and L's head poked out.
L said, "Get in the car, Light."
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