Dread Summons Met

The next day is fake and full of sun. No words of any weakness on Lights part from the night before travel past L’s lips and for that Light is thankful. He sees L now differently as he gazes at the man with a bowl of cinnamon Life placed before him. He watches as L holds the spoon, and how he was once told that the way L held that spoon was once incriminating evidence in America to identify socialists, and spies. The notion is ridiculous and he laughs quietly to himself.


I am Righteous.


Am I Kira?


What if I am Kira?


What if Kira is manipulating me?


Am I being framed?


If I were being framed though, L would see it. He is the smartest person I’ve ever met. Can I trust L to prove I’m innocent?


Unbeknownst to Light his mind was sorting through pieces of his memory and trying to cope with his thoughts.


Missa, he had met her on his way home, she had wanted to show him something? No it wasn’t that. She had seen him at school, she became smitten. They had kissed that very night. But why?


She was attractive, but Light had never had any problems attracting beautiful women. He would never have initiated a relationship with some one he had just met. Especially not some one who seemed as dense as she had.


But she did have a hidden intelligence. She did. But how did he know that. How? HOW!?


He grabbed at his head and squeezed his eyes shut. A terrible pain pierced his skull and he almost threw up. He bit his tongue when his vocal chords threatened to act out on their own.


He felt a hand on his shoulders but didn’t dare to open his eyes.


“Raito kun? Raito kun you’re bleeding, what’s wrong?” He felt something hot and wet drip down from his nose. He tasted blood. He was bleeding.


“Light? Light!” His fathers voice came into focus, as well as Mogi’s. But there was something else. Above it all he heard a dark chuckling in the background.


Kukuku


“Kira?” He gasped, eyes shooting open, all light vanished except L’s face. His body started to convulse. Matsuda and Yagami san watched in horror as the young prodigy began to thrash in his seat.


L went into action immediately, pulling Light onto the floor from his chair and pushing an emergency button for Watari.


He turned back to Light and focused on holding his thrashing limbs down. He placed his arm behind light’s head to stop it from its repeated pounding on the floor.


A seizure, L thought letting a breath out. At first he had thought…a heart attack.


Watari rushed into the room with a cot stretcher. He maneuvered around Light’s father who stood staring on in fascination at witnessing such a horrible thing. Matsuda clenched and unclenched his fists as he watched a thin trail of blood begin to seep out from the side of Light’s mouth.


“It’s a seizure it should be over soon. They watched but L noted that the seizure was lasting too long. There was a very real and very terrifying chance that brain damage could occur. He held the boy more securely.


After what seemed like ages the convulsing ended leaving an unconscious Light on the floor. Beginning to show the signs of shock. Watari and L placed him onto the stretcher and lifting an end each, they made their way to the elevator.


“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?” a frantic matsuda followed the trio towards the hall.


“No, if this was Kira’s doing I do not want him leaving the facility. We have all the capabilities to take good care of him here.” L glanced behind Matsuda to watch Yagami san staring off towards the monitor still as the elevator doors slid shut.


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Two hours later Light awoke with a scream. Clawing at invisible monsters, he shot up into a sitting position and began tearing at the IV he had been given and the tubes that threatened to strangle him. Arms wrapped around him, but he clawed at the back of his captor.


“Shhhh light kun. You will be all right, you are all right now. Shh shh shh.” Light Clamped his mouth shut as he realized he had been screaming. Above L’s calming voice. He slowly let it begin to soothe him.


He finally began to calm. His heart slowing so that it wasn't threatening to break free of its bone cage. It still fluttered in his chest like a frightened bird. He did not let L go. He began to soak in his surroundings, he was in a vacant room, white and sterile but it wasn’t lit. It was dark with only the clean light of day partially filtering though the white curtains.


“L what happened?” He felt L’s hold on him tighten and the detective began to shake with a slight tremor.


“You had a seizure. Light, do you remember anything that could have triggered it?”


“I…no. I remember waking up this morning and that’s it.”


“That’s normal with a seizure.” L finally began to extricate himself from Light. “How do you feel? L’s eyes were as unreadable as always, and Light’s heart was settling within his chest.


“Nauseous. Headache.”


“That’s also normal. You need some rest. Do you want to sleep here or upstairs?” Light looked around at the white and cold room.


“Upstairs?” He asked weakly.


“All right,” L stood and offered Light his hand. He contacted Watari and told him he was putting Light to bed. Watari agreed and said he would notify the others.


With L’s help they made it upstairs. Light’s heart oddly swelled at the sight of his and L’s shared bed. He walked over to it and gingerly lay down. His stomach felt horrible and his headache was pounding onto his skull with the ebb and force of the entire ocean it felt. L sighed and retrieved Lights night garments from where Light had neatly folded them on the armoire.


He made his way towards Light and reached for the buckle of Light’s pants. Light’s eyes shot open and his hands fluttered awake as well, as he tried to push the offending hands away. L placed his left hand, the one with the cuff on Lights cheek, cupping his face gently. He looked into Light’s eyes assuringly then made his way back to Light’s pants.


“Let me take care of you. You are sick.”


“L I can do that myself. Stop fussing.” Light tried to sit up but L placed a hand on Light’s chest and pushed him back down onto the covers. He quickly undid Light’s pants and removed them. Light blushed furiously then L slid first on leg then the other into the pajama bottoms. He helped Light sit up and pulled the flannel up the rest of the way.


He then slid his hands up lights chest under the shirt and began to lift the fabric over his head. Light held his arms up obediently. The shirt showed to have some blood on it.


When was I bleeding?


“Your nose bled before the seizure and then you bit your tongue.”


“Oh.” Feeling for the first time his bruised and battered tongue.


L didn’t bother with putting on his nightshirt. He quickly changed into his own nightclothes and crawled onto the bed. Behind Light. He wrapped his arm around the boy and pulled him close.


“L…This is ridiculous. Stop treating me like spun glass.”


“I thought… I thought it was Kira.” L admitted. Light held his breath.


“How could it be, you are so sure that I am Kira.”


“Yes but there are always doubts and with this case… there are many. How do you feel now?” Light blushed and was thankful for the thick curtains blocking out the light.


“Better thanks.” Suddenly L shifted Light onto his back so that L was leaning over him. Lights eyes having adjusted to the dark could see that L’s eyes were bright with something. Worry?


“Raito kun… please don’t hate me for this.” L’s face descended down ward to meet Lights lips. His lips were warm and persistent. A tongue easily found its way into Light’s mouth tracing slowly Light’s perfect teeth. Lights own mouth was open in shock and his sore tongue sat idle, caught completely off guard.


Lights mind flitted around the prospect that L was doing this as mere manipulation. He was trying to seduce the person that he thought was Kira. Yet this tender kiss. So soft. It spoke of careful emotions and quiet affection. Was L on par with Light’s own acting skills? Light doubted it. Still he was so sure this was nothing but a ploy.


When L finally pulled away. Light’s hand found his swollen lips and he touched them staring wide-eyed at the detective. As if trying to read him. As if trying to decipher the meaning behind it. Suddenly his eyes darkened. How dare L manipulate his emotions like that.


But then… I’m not much better.


Light cringed suddenly as pain shot through his skull but as quick as it came it was over with.

L noticed and sat up.


“What happened? What’s the matter?”


“Nothing, I am fine. I’m just tired. Let me sleep?” L nodded.


He watched as very quickly Light fell into the telltale signs of sleep almost just as quickly he began his REM cycles that spoke of how sleep deprived he was.


“Forgive me Raito… but I must know.”


L’s face creased with sadness. And no one was there to see this extremely uncharacteristic L.