Another Teen Pregnancy

Another Teen Pregnancy
By GreyPenInk
Part 3
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note or any of the characters! I have no money so please don’t sue me! (I only own the doctors)
Warning: LxRaito. MPREG. Rated M for adult content, dark themes, nudity and language.

Author Note: Like I said before in the other parts the sole purpose of this story was to even the mpreg odds between L and Raito.

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L woke up at six sharp, or so his internal clock told him. Without opening his eyes he did a quick scan of his surroundings and a two second data review of all relevant information before he had passed out. Ah, that explained much, like why his shoulder was freaking killing him!

Carefully he removed his friend from him. The teen hadn’t moved much but the inch he had, had stretched the normally tight hunched muscles of his right shoulder. He almost cursed as he moved it delicately. Ouch. He was sorely tempted to smack the gaki up side the head but he let the juvenile impulse go. Instead he grabbed his computer and left.

Strolling to the main room and the computer he reluctantly hits the keys to check his messages. There is an affirmative from the laboratory in London he contacted and two from Mr. Wammy, the rest he’ll have to wait on. Grudgingly L opened the link to the old man. “Watari, is the equipment set up?”

“Of course Ryuuzaki-San.”

L noted the word choice but said nothing of it. “Please bring the suits and the supplies to the elevator.” He didn’t wait for a reply.

In silence he went, in silence he entered the lift with Mr. Wammy and two big boxes, and in silence the both began to change.

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Misa changed her clothes for the third time that day. Why was it so hot today? Was the air conditioning on the fritz? Ugh. She just felt so warm.

Ignoring it she returned to flipping through the TV channels furiously, all four of them. Not that she was really looking to watch anything, as all she got were silly cartoons anyway. Bah! Ryuuzaki was just so par… paran… Oh what was that word? Para-nerd? No that wasn’t right. Well he was just so mistrustful of her. Would it kill him to let her watch some movies or a few music videos? It wasn’t like she was asking to watch the news.

The blonde switched to turning the television off and on. Bah! She was so bored! And besides that she was a bit angry. Stupid Matsuda wasn’t answering his phone and Watari-San hadn’t responded to her requests/demands to see her Raito-Kun! Both of which left her with less than nothing to do.

The twenty year old sighed and turned the appliance off for the last time. Leaning back on the couch azure eyes found an annoyingly familiar ceiling. God she missed the ceiling in her own room. More than that she missed her room and all her stuff. Even more than that she missed her neighborhood and all the freedoms she’d had before confinement. Here, she just felt so out of touch with the world.

Instantly Misa stopped that thought. She really shouldn’t complain. Not when her poor, loyal boyfriend was stuck in the building 24/7, tied to that meddlesome Ryuuzaki and working his cute butt off.

Well not off…

If anything Raito-Kun had put on a tad bit of weight though it seemed to agree with him. With her model’s eye she calculated he could put on another one and a half kilograms, beside the 3.83 kg he already had, before he could begin to look chubby.

If that happened she didn’t know what she’d do. Of course she wouldn’t mind the weight at all but Raito-Kun was very proud of his good looks, as he should be with looks like that, and might not like knowing it.

Then again maybe she would tell him now as the increase in kg was likely from stress and as a fashion icon she knew all about stress-weight-gain. Hmm. Maybe the next time Raito-Kun came to her room she could offer him a back-rub. Yes that would help with the stress. And maybe if she was really lucky she could get her very serious and stiff boyfriend to moan! Oh that made her warmer yet at this point she didn’t care.

Further happy thoughts were cut off as her dwelling door hissed open letting in a bunch of smoky white steam. What the Hell? Already facing the entry way, sky blue eyes widened as two white forms came in. At the sight of the completely incase, snow white, space-men-suited beings Misa cried out, “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! ALIENS! AAAAAAAHHH!”

Not stopping the girl scrambled away, falling off her seat and into the lamp and table beside her. That seemed to draw the thing near and she grabbed the fallen lamp to chuck is at the first alien.

L ducked while Mr. Wammy dodged and the pink light fixture crashed into the wall behind them. Yet the moronic blonde still kept screaming her bloody head off! Maybe this was a bad idea.

Ungracefully butt-sliding backwards Misa put more distance between her and the intruders. “STAY BACK YOU FILTHY ALIENS! MISA-MISA MEANS IT OR MISA-MISA’S BOYFRIEND WILL KICK YOUR PALE ASSES! AAAAAAHHH!”

L felt a headache coming on, even as he was tempted to laugh at the ridiculous female. Correction, over imaginative, delusional, dimwitted ridiculous female. The detective waited another minute before saying anything. At the exact time Misa took in another breathe to scream, yet again, he said, “It’s me Ryuuzaki Misa-San.”

The air in her windpipe sputtered at that and the blonde started to cough, hard. “You-[Cough!]-jerk-[Cough!]-Ryuuza-[Cough!]-ki-San!-[Cough]-You-[Cough]-trying-[Cough]-to-[cough]-kill-[cough]-Misa-[cough]-Misa?!”

“No Misa-San,” L answered then thought, ‘though it would make my job easier.’

Coughing fit done the petite Model stood and snatched a pillow from the couch. As she threw it she yelled, “Bad joke, jerk!”

Lazily the covered sleuth sidestepped the on coming cushion. “This is not a joke Misa-San. A serious matter has come up.”

Misa, in the middle of getting another pillow, paused and shot the other a look of doubt. “Why wear a costume then?”

L looked to the ceiling behind the reflective mask; patience, have patience. “This is a level A, HazMat suit with a SBCA, not a costume Misa-San.”

“…What?” Misa tilted her head to the right. The only part she got was the ‘not a costume’ bit.

L reminded himself; patience, have patience! “This is a high quality hazardous material protection suit with a self-contained breathing apparatus, a.k.a. an oxygen tank.”

“Oh… well why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

‘Because I under estimated your stupidity.’ L nearly snapped, Amane’s screaming had really given him a nasty headache. Patience, have patience!! “Please sit down Misa-San I have much to inform you.”

The blonde hesitantly complied; so this really was serious. “But doesn’t Misa-Misa get one too, Ryuuzaki-San? Does Raito-Kun need one?”

“No Misa-San, you don’t. I’ll get to Yagami-Kun in a bit.” L moved to sit on the opposite couch. It was annoyingly hard to sit with the suit on and balance the empty tank. “Misa-San noticed that Matsuda-San did not come for her today even though she had work?”

Oops! She’d forgotten about having work today. She was a bit surprised at Ryuuzaki knowing her schedule better than her but she nodded anyway.

“That is because Matsuda-San and his neighbor are currently in the hospital quarantine section being treated for TB.” At the blank look, L furthered, “Tubercle bacillus or more commonly known as tuberculosis.” Blue eyes were no longer blank. “Does Misa-San know anything about TB?”

Tuberculosis; that name she knew. The Model felt her body tighten up. “Only that it’s a bad sickness that makes you puke up blood.” It was that scary little fact that made the name stick with her.

So the blonde wasn’t that stupid. Well this would make things easier on him, now to ease into the timetable. “Matsuda-San did not know even that much about TB and had been helping his neighbor a bit. Then the night before yesterday his neighbor escalated to coughing up blood, right onto Matsuda-San’s face; he has an 87% chance of infection. Also yesterday he spent the whole day with you, which is routine for the both of you. Thus Misa-San has a 46% chance of infection. Already you are flushed.”

The small female stilled completely before, “But I don’t feel that bad, just warm. And what about Raito-Kun? Is he okay?”

L stared at the other. He’d just told his peer she was probably sick with TB and her thoughts turn to Raito-Kun? Her level of attachment shook him. “I will get to him later Misa-San, for now there is more you need to know. TB is a bacteria that has two distinctions. TB Infection, which does not cause symptoms and is not contagious. Or Active TB which is contagious and can appear to lack symptoms so you still can have it.”

The blue orbed one shifted in unease; she wanted to know about her boyfriend. “So where will this hurt me?”

In his normal monotone he said, “TB usually attacks the lungs which is why it is contagious when active through coughing, talking, laughing or sneezing. But even if you have it, it is two to eight weeks before your body will counter-attack. Your body could still get rid of it Misa-San. If it doesn’t it could stay as TB Infection for years. In any case, I want to draw blood and do a Mantoux test, or a skin test.”

When her large eyes just blinked at him L could tell she was going into shock. He motioned for Mr. Wammy to approach with the supplies.

Quillsh, as gently as he could tied-off the small right arm and inserted the syringe. It took but a moment to fill, then on the inside of her forearm he injected the faux serum into the skin, there would be a definite bump there by morning. Task done he left.

“Look for a rise in that spot in the next 24 to 48 hours Misa-San. If there’s a swelling then you have it, if not then it still might be too early. I’ll order a quantiFERON-TB Gold test done on your blood to be sure. Either way start looking for symptoms like: constant coughing, weight loss, fatigue, night sweats, chills, loss of appetite, pain when breathing or coughing and I’d say you already have a fever.” He stopped as he noted that though she looked pale the color on her cheeks stayed.

Misa turned to the covered detective not wanting to ask, but she just had to know. “A-am I going to die?”

“No Misa-San. Even if you are contagious and will have to stay here in quarantine you won’t die. You will be given isoniazid, rifampin, ethambutol and pyrazinamide as well as a good deal of vitamins.” L moved to get up. “Get some rest Misa-San and get used to this place because you will be here for six to 12 months.” He moved to the door.

“Wait! What about Misa-Misa’s Raito-Kun?” She demanded. How dare this bastard try to leave and not tell her!

L stopped, key cark right over the zip pad and he smirked. This was what he had been waiting for. “I was going to tell you another time to let all this information settle…. Yagami-Kun is in isolation too, with a nasty cough. The rest of the team has been dismissed, yet only he seems to have developed something.” He turned to her. “The rest of the team appears unaffected. It brings me to question if being a Kira affects the health? What do you say Misa-San? If being Kira made him and you sick it would be wise to tell me now, it will effect the type of health care you receive.”

Misa felt her jaw drop. Speechless.

“All that power had to have some drawback, yet Yagami-Kun is refusing to believe his immune system is compromised. He’s not admitting to being Kira and refusing medical aid. If you tell me he is Kira I could force his hand Misa-San. I could make him take the medicine; make him go to a proper hospital. Left untreated tuberculosis has a high percentage of slowly, painfully, killing its victims. Are you willing to let him take that chance Misa-San?”

Her jaw flapped uselessly for a moment. “B-but we’re not Kiras! Just because were sick doesn’t mean we’re Kiras!!” Tears began to fall from azure eyes even as a hate welled in her. “Please you can’t let Raito-Kun do this! Yes he’s prideful but you can’t let him do this!” She yelled and that just seemed to bring the hate to the surface. “And it’s your fault his sick anyway! You always keep him up working, you stress him and you ride him so hard!! Maybe Matsuda got me sick from all the time together but you got him sick from all the time you spend together!”

L shifted his weight from foot to foot imperceptively as his peer huffed and puffed to get her breath back. The model didn’t know just how close she came to the true with those last sentences.

Anger receding for the moment, worry stepped in. A desperate gaze zeroed in on him. “Please don’t let him do this. Don’t let my boyfriend be hurt. You can’t let Raito-Kun be hurt. His your friend too after all.”

A decidedly uncomfortable feeling rose at that last part. “Alright Misa-San. I will make him take the meds, but if he fights me about it, I’m telling him I’m under orders from you about this.” The positively grateful smile he got for that almost made him sick to his stomach. L had to get out of this room; it was too hot here.

“Does that mean Misa-Misa can talk to him? Can see him?”

“You can’t see him. Even if it is just a coincidence that both of you got sick the fastest, it increases the likelihood of your being Kira, for now. As for talking, he was sleeping last I saw and his throat may be too sore. I will see about texting at another time Misa-San.” With that L left, not wanting to stay longer.

After he went, Misa sank to the couch and let fresh tears come. She was sick. Her Raito-Kun was sick. Matsuda was sick. All three of them were in isolation and in a deadly serious situation. At that second she wished she was Kira, then she could hunt down the stupid neighbor and kill him!

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The detective quickly walked by the stage props and almost tripped in his haste. Pesky fog makers! As soon as he was in the elevator L hauled the heavy oxygen tank off and did the same with the HazMat hood. The wild haired man took a deep breath of the cooler air, regulating his body temp back to where it should have been. That room had been hot!

Good.

So far everything was fitting together well; he would have continuous access to Misa’s blood and be able to hold her in captivity. If something strange showed up in the petit girl’s labs, as he suspected, his first and second Kira theory would gain another large portion of support. As good as that should have been the pale one had mixed feelings about it.

He suppressed his unease and his thoughts returned to the blonde; whom should no longer be a problem. That is, once he utilized the complete climate control of the rooms to induce further false symptoms and insure compliance. Misa-San had better get ready for night chills and a whole lot of placebos. Aside from that, there was the up side of keeping her away from Raito-Kun for a while, say just over four months. Though the separation could be made permanent if need be.

That done and blood sample already in the process of being shipped, there was only work left to do, a lot of work. The three treacle tarts he found waiting for him, did little to cheer him up.

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A tiny squeak of pain slipped out as she pulled the IV out of her arm. As she applied a bandage to her dark skin she was relieved to see that her motor functions had fully returned.

Inspecting the limb she saw the bruise where she had missed the vein the first time. Humph. It had still been worth it to nip her hangover in the bud. In the years of not drinking she had forgotten exactly how nasty a hangover could be. It also hadn’t help that she had not recalled what a lightweight drinker she was. Ay! Bad combo!

Ramos sighed as she went back to her list of books and added four more. Some of them would cost a lot of pretty pennies, but her main concern was how to get them without drawing curiosity to herself or to the matter at heart. Five she could buy from the web, hopefully, one she could mooch off the head of oncology, but eight of them were special order. And the rest would still be on record that she bought them. If only there were more time. Then she could space out the books, half now half later.

The dark haired woman ordered her re-hydrated, rested, headache less brain to work and it did! Hibiki-San! She could likely convince the shy male to help her. Surely he would not object to helping her get her hands on them and he probably wouldn’t charge her much for the favor if at all.

Smiling to herself she set about getting the young Doctors number, it wasn’t terribly late and he should still be at the hospital.

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‘DAMN THAT DARK BITCH!’ Dr. Tarvian mentally cursed for the umpteenth time. The files and all the images were gone! That damn noisy medical-mystery-whore had erased every picture, record and examination notes! There was no shred of proof of this morning’s appointment at all! Now he only had the initial lab reports and whatever he remembered!

A deep, animalistic growl resonated in his throat. He had the number, he could recall the freak’s full name and address and now he just needed proof. He could always just go by himself and kidnap the fem-boy, but he’d rather have some professional, hired muscle to back him up. Yes it would be easier to have his backer’s men deal with Tatsuya’s sickly looking boyfriend and grandfather while he dealt with his new guinea pig. Yet he needed proof for that to happen, proof that he didn’t have.

He growled again. This meant he would have to go to Hibiki and have the little twerp use that photographic memory of his to reproduce the exam notes and the symptoms list. That also meant revealing both his interest and the lack of evidence to this case, which would likely scare the weakling away. Humph. Then again it could give him an excuse to backhand the wuss like he’d always wanted.

Mind set, the bald man marched over to the other’s office. He reached the closed door in time to hear the phone ring and the younger male answer. Dr. Tarvian stopped, he did not need some person on the other line to know of his meeting with the wimp.

Through the door he heard a surprised; “Dr. Ramos-San? Is there something you needed?”

The bald man stiffened. Why the hell was the woman calling the wuss? He pressed his ear to the entrance.

“You need a favor?” There was a soft tremble to the voice. “What sort of favor?”

The older man ground his teeth together. Had the woman finally picked up on the little pussy’s infantile crush on her? Was she actually doing something about it?

“You want me to buy what for you?”

GARH! That twerp was too young for Rosa! He was too wimpy for her! She-

“Yes I can buy the books but why ask me to get them for you? I mean why ask someone to purchase medical books outside of your specially for- You didn’t drop the case did you Ramos-San?”

-was one soon to be dead bitch! He raged momentarily before panic hit him. Would she perform an abortion? Shit! That bitch could ruin his project! If she fixed the freak now he wouldn’t have enough evidence to get his backer’s interested. He-

“Wait! Does that mean they want to keep it?”

-was saved! Rosa would never play god like that and induce an unwilling abortion! In that aspect she was a wuss to and too weak to do it.

“I understand that you cannot confirm that, but Ramos-San please stop and think of what you are getting yourself into.”

Ack! That damn Hibiki! Don’t say that! He could use this! If there were anyone who could keep the freak fem-boy healthy and pregnant it would be Rosa.

“Help you?” The nerd’s tone faltered. “I- I- Of course I’ll help you Ramos-San. I would be glad to help you.”

Tarvian nearly snorted. Yeah he bet the wuss would be glad.

“How many books do you need? ….That is quite a lot. Let me get a pen.”

The stout man grew annoyed at the silence that followed. Surely it wasn’t that many.

“I will recite them back just to be sure.”

The bald one’s eyes widened as the list went on and on. Well there was the woman’s attention to detail for you. That and her obnoxiously stubborn streak of hers.

“Surely it would be wiser for me to just get half of these books for you? …..What do you mean that is already half of your list?!”

Henry Tarvian just shut his eyes. That woman. Well this explained why she had deleted the files; in his previous rage he’d hadn’t even thought of the possibility of Rosa being daring enough to try this.

Quietly he moved away from the door and back to his own office. This certainly put a spin on his plans, yet not necessarily a bad one. Entering his domain he sat in his leather chair. The woman trusted the wuss and had access to fem-boy. The little dick-weed would likely try to stay close to her, or as close as his cowardly personality would allow. The wuss was naïve as hell and had a photographic memory while she had the expertise in the field. If he could get leverage on the wimp then both could play right into his hand. And if he remembered correctly he knew the weakling’s vulnerable spot. A nasty smile started to spread over his face and he made no effort to stop it.

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By the time L finished meticulously checking employee #842, located in Yotsuba’s Honolulu branch, the deductive genius half wished he hadn’t let Mogi Kanzo go. The man was thorough, silent and quick. Hell any of the team, aside from Matsuda would have made the work go faster.

The dark haired man clicked on the next employee on the massive list and began to look through it. A part of his mind, not wholly focused on his task calculated the odds of Yotsuba being associated with Kira and the likely hood of being able to find evidence for such quickly. Damn…. They were not good numbers.

Even the small profile he had set up would not help him much. Yotsuba Kira would be older; he agreed with the young Yagami’s belief that adults would look for their own personal gain. This Kira would be male as Raito-Kun, if given the choice between male and female, was more than a tad bit sexist. This franchised Kira would be greedy for power, money, fame or various combinations of all three. This new Kira was arrogant, he knew from the start that legendary detective L was after the original and had taken the roll anyway.

Then he had to take personality variables into account. If this franchised-Kira was anything like gaki-Kira had been he could picture the case stretching another few months. If he followed Misa-San’s imbecility then at tops a month more. Yet in the time the third had been operating so far only one slip up had occurred, thus leading Raito-Kun to their lead. Humph. There just had to be more. The pale one could just not believe that the current Kira could make a less number of mistakes than the brat had. The probability of another in this country having the smarts to compete with the boy while still being an adult-male-Yotsuba-associate, was just too low.

Still the biggest variable for the case would be the blood results and L’s access to Yotsuba member’s vital fluids.

Refocusing on his work he finished with the employee and was about to click on #844 when his screen is taken over by an image from the security system. Specifically one sent by Mr. Wammy of his friend very much awake and high tailing it into the bathroom. Snatching up his computer he was quick to catch up, at least until he hears a disgustingly familiar sound coming from within. Eew. The teen is vomiting yet again! Sudden L thinks better about going inside and decides to park it outside the door.

He sits, starts up his computer, opens the monitor system and is immediately grateful for the lack of camera coverage on the toilet itself and what the pregnant one was currently adding to it. Adding in far more numbers than any previous time.

L watches as the body on the screen twitches and shakes spasmodically and continues to attempt to eject its own internal structures. Finally after a while the adolescent unsteadily gets to the sink and begins to wash. The detective still can’t see his face but the body language is screaming of unease. He debates with himself about going in and almost does without thought as the youth abruptly meets the floor. Only a deep blush, made more evident by the mask stops him. At that moment L can read exactly what is going through Raito-Kun’s mind and for all the sugar in the world he can’t stop a small smirk from forming on his lips.

The smirk died no more then a second later as his suspect started to scowl, a fierce scowl that just kept getting worse. What could be going on through that auburn head, the investigator wondered. That curiosity only increased when the chocolate eyes snapped fully open and the irises started flying left and right. The world-class sleuth recognized signs of memory retrieval, association and deep analysis. The obsidian gaze narrowed, the boy was putting something together and had a look nothing short of an epiphany. When the revelation ends there is a deep look of something that doesn’t belong on the Yagami youth’s face.

Ashamed, the kid looked the picture of a severely scolded child. It was something that seemed an impossible occurrence but there it was. There were only three things in this world the detective could see the gaki being ashamed of them, being the infamous criminal was the most pressing. To L that was almost as good as a confession. He resolved to wait and watch the one, the only, original Kira.

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Silence.

“Kira?”

Zero reaction.

Strolling in calmly, L placed a long fingered hand on the stiff shoulder but the still one didn’t seem to register. The older male shook the shoulder harshly yet that only served to knock the teen’s balance off and forced L to grab him before he sank to the floor. Drawing the other to him the detective leaned in and whispered, “There is nothing wrong with your mood; it is delightful. To speak negatively of it was an error. We should return to work now, Yagami-Kun.” As expected this is ineffectual, but for all the times it had worked before it was worth a shot.

With his prehensile, monkey like toes, he flipped the toilet seat down and sat the youngest Kira on it. From here he could see the youth’s face; the devastated look was missing but it was just empty instead. Somehow it bothered him more; down right agitated him actually. In a brash moment, he sank his hand into the feather soft auburn locks and gripped the hair, yanking the boy’s head back. It didn’t faze the brat in the slightest.

“Stop this Kira. Your imitation of a corpse does nothing. This changes nothing. I demand you cease this act.” Zilch. His prisoner remained unchanged. L knew it wasn’t an act, but this lack of response… was so very irritating on spectrums he didn’t want to go to. “Is Kira really so weak? Are his limits and short-comings so insurmountable that you’re reduced to something pathetic.” His words went unheard.

Turning on the sink faucet on he ran the water super cold before abruptly splashing the boy several times. What definitely should have earned him a punch rolled off like water on a duck’s back. The only thing that did was soak the gaki’s shirt. Great. Where was Raito-Kun’s bitchy side when you needed it?

Sighing he released the silky tresses. At this rate the investigator would start to lose his temper. The pale man needed to be indifferent to a growing anger in him or next he would be slapping the brat. For now the wet fabric needed to come off and his friend put to bed. Hopefully a bit more sleep would get the kid, who was becoming a new definition of catatonic, back to his normal self.

Gently and with more care than he should have been showing a homicidal mass murderer L shut the barely blinking brown eyes, then pulled the other to him and into a well-known position. Straightening his back yet again he picked up and carried the grand nuisance to their bed. Really this ‘carry Raito-Kun to bed and tuck him’ was getting old.

Brunet dealt with L went back for his laptop and then back to the common room. Less than eager to go back to the Yotsuba employee list his mind went to another list. Opening his pregnancy chart it looked hollow to him.

It had help solidify the situation as real and not a bizarre hallucination from too many sleepless nights and some sort of food poisoning. Yet not much more than that. Aside for that dates and speculation of the baby moving it looked empty. He needed more information, which meant going online. Typing in pregnancy and running a search certainly did the trick. Who knew so many people would have web sites dedicated to it? Every thing from how to get pregnant, what were the symptoms, baby growth, changes to the mother, expectations for both parents, labor/delivery and after.

Whoa. After… What the fuck do you do with it after? Logically he knew his offspring would be born and grow, it would likely reach adulthood and continue to live, but how, with whom and where stumped him. In fact he suddenly felt like he ate a huge rock for some reason.

T-th-that will be later and he would deal with that later. For the time being he needed to deal with the now.

As for how to get pregnant, slightly redundant at this point and he honestly did not want to know about tracking a woman’s ovulation. Besides it wouldn’t tell him a thing about how the hell Raito-Kun’s mysterious ability occurred.

Okay moving on to symptoms. Despite his totally unrelated job he did know a few things about what came during pregnancy. Mainly he knew about the moodiness and morning sickness. If Raito-Kun had been born a Raito-Chan he could have put it together just from that. Actually if the boy had been born female he would have made sure to use a freaking condom! Each and every time!

Yet that was neither here nor there and one never expected a guy to be expecting. Also from the horrors that could be moodiness and morning sickness the gaki had gotten off fairly light. Honestly it was L himself who had gotten off very light. Those two effects of pregnancy had the possibility of turning terrifyingly hellish. Oddly L now felt unsettled about complaining and calling the kid a peppy freak. Seriously he’d take happy over a screaming, raving, hateful, crying, heavily puking, emotional mess any day. Still it made him wonder why Raito-Kun’s case was so mild and happy? Was it because he was male? Or was it due to family history? He’d have to check Yagami Sachiko’s medical files later.

As for the other symptoms of pregnancy, at least it was nice to know the changes he’d observed were actually there. He could stop second-guessing himself as to their validity. Insomnia check, fatigue check, nausea check, cravings check, increase drinking check, increase urination check, glow check, basal body temp. stays high check, weight gain check, fetal movement possible-check, heartburn possible-check, mask of pregnancy check, dark sensitive nipples (grin) check, increase sensitivity to odors double-check, increased libido (big grin) triple-check!

The grin faded as he realized he was not likely to get into Raito-Kun’s pants again. Certainly not with their child in there. Eew. That was unsettling and a bit disturbing. Later, he would think about that later.

Now he had to learn more about their fetus. So his baby was in its twentieth week, that made it about halfway of the normal forty-week gestation period. L brought his thumb to his lips, then internally winced as it hurt. Oh yeah, he’d bit there hadn’t he? Later, his thumb could wait. So they’ve both missed half of the pregnancy already and from here he bet things only got more interesting.

According to sources their baby would be growing now and a baby bump was sure to come; visible undeniable evidence. Their child’s heartbeat would be made available to Raito-Kun soon along with actual kicks from the baby’s increase in muscle. It would be very important to keep the brat healthy now as the immunities were being transferred and sensory nerves were developing.

L bookmarked several websites that would allow him to keep tract of his baby’s development as the pregnancy progressed. Briefly he thought about just copying the information and saving it on his computer but really the machine was for detective work. Detective work that he should be doing now…

He should get back to work. He should. This was impeding his case. Idly he noticed all this deferring to now and later had him craving the Now&Later candy.

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A white-white room, that’s where he woke up but he didn’t remember how he got here. Raito looked around, nothing but four barren walls and the bed he was lying on. There wasn’t even a visible door. He shifted on the bed. Well it wasn’t so much a bed as a mattress with colorless blankets press to a wall. A feeling of alarm sprouted in him; it was so quiet, so eerily quiet.

The Yagami boy moved to sit up but found himself impeded by his middle. Was he strapped to the mat? Peeling back the covers from his surprisingly nude form he was in for a much larger shock. Large like the huge round belly he was unexpectedly sporting!

His mouth flew open on its own accord to scream but no sound came out. However it did have some effect. On his stomach. The flesh began to move! Or more precisely something under the skin was making it move. He tensed expecting to feel it but there was no sensation. Then every muscle in his frame went taught as faint impressions of hands and a small face could be seen!

Raito felt his lungs heave and his heart pound thunderously but he could not hear them. Sound seemed not to exist in the room.

Then the impressions stopped being so faint; clearer, with more definition the parts showed, they were joined by knees and elbows, stretching the skin.

The auburn haired youth scrabbled to move yet no part of his body acknowledged his commands. He could tell sweat was taking form all over him though from what source terror or his straining to budge he could not say. He could only watch, stiff as a board as the skin on his abdomen grew thinner and more translucent by the second. Holy Freaking Hell! Something was trying to come out!

A pause in action sprung up at that moment. A tiny lull and the teen redoubled his efforts to do something, anything! All for not as ten very sharp looking, long black nails stabbed through the flesh and began ripping their way out. The vulnerable adolescent immediately felt his heart rate drop and a sluggish feeling spread to every part of him.

Out of some miracle his eyelids shut then. This had to be a dream! Oh he felt dizzy! No, this was a nightmare! He didn’t get to think more on that as a shrill but booming voice cut the silence like a knife.

“Open your eyes.” It commanded with more authority than it had any right to have. And damn it all, his eyes slowly parted, as a last resort Raito’s orbs sought the white ceiling. “Look at me Okaa-San.”

Completely with out his control his view changed to the thing crouched on his bloody, ripped and still bleeding profusely middle. This crimson drenched thing either had ruby red skin or the sheer amount of blood was staining it in every part he could see. The only other shade on the creature seemed to be black. Onyx black. Ryuuzaki black; on the nails, on the shaggy shoulder length hair, on the wickedly sharp teeth it bared in a smirk and in the dark voids of eyes it had.

A small red hand moved forward to hover over his chest, his heart. “Okaa-San did you know…” the palm was just half an inch above him “…that this is…” touchdown! “MINE!”

Pain exploded in his heart and Raito actually felt it stop. Finally, finally a scream tore free and broke the relative quiet.

Raito shot straight up in a familiar bed still screaming at the top of his lungs with his heart hammering at top speed. Both hands leaped to the frantic muscle to check for himself that it was still working. Instantly he noted his lack of shirt but went on taking stock of all his parts and making sure they were under his control. Unnoticed the nightmare dimmed and slipped away. More acutely he noticed two other things; one he was wet with sweat and two he was in pain.

It was the strangest pain he’d ever felt as he could not seem to place a location to it. It was just a dull throb that somehow existed nowhere he could think of. As he became more awake he recalled his last thoughts before he… Fainted? No that sounded to girly. Before he blacked out. Oh yeah, that’s right, he was futureless! He was effectively hopeless and had his dreams put through a paper shredder! That’s why he was in pain! All be it some weird kind of mental or emotional pain, but pain nonetheless.

His thoughts were brought up short by Ryuuzaki’s very unwelcomed voice, right next to his ear! The youth mini-jumped in surprise. How the hell had he not realized the bastard was so close to him? It was mind-boggling!

L put his laptop down and asked again, “Are you alright Kira-San?” It was very odd after all to just have someone pop up screaming. Good thing the brat hadn’t been awake enough to see him jump.

Doe brown eyes turn to the other and froze. Why wasn’t he in some lab being dissected right now? Why was he still in bed with the detective? He was Kira for God’s sake and they both knew it! Hell the proof was in the ultrasound!

After the second time of not being answered L reach out and was promptly shocked. Raito-Kun flinched when he touched him. L stared. Yagami Raito was not the type of kid that flinched. He was the type that never got ‘two for flinching and paid back with interest’. Preferably in a way that couldn’t be traced back to the gaki.

His heart that was calm just a second ago was pounding away now! For the first time he can remember, possibly for the first time in his life, he was scared of someone. Not just concerned that they would be mad at him, or worried that they would hurt him, but seriously scared of a person and the power they wheeled over his life. And what better person to be scared of than the world famous detective L, his intellectual match and captor?

Captor and victor really. This meant Ryuuzaki won didn’t it? Hmm. It was actually kind of funny the way the bastard won. Not by his wits and deductive skills that put him head and shoulders above 99.9% of his peers but by his freaking cock, something half the world’s population had! Yes it was quite funny! Kira, a force of which the world had never seen before, wasn’t caught by some high tech spying equipment or an elegant, complex trap. He’d been done in by crude, simple fucking; an action as old as human kind itself. Defeated by Ryuuzaki’s lower ‘head.’ Yes it was hilariously funny! That being so he didn’t stop the laughter bubbling up in him and let it surface.

Raito-Kun is laughing and it doesn’t suit him at all. In fact it’s a hysterical fear filled laughter that is giving L the creeps! L wonders if child is loosing it. When the sound spikes to a piercing note the wild haired man knows; nope he has already lost it! Orbs that rivaled midnight on a moonless night also knew that if he didn’t have auditory back up for what he was witnessing by the light of his computer screen he wouldn’t believe it! Deciding he shouldn’t let this continue L stuck a hand over the vociferous mouth.

Ryuuzaki was touching him. Some part of him realized it was to shut him up but the majority of him just couldn’t stop and kept right on, if not more forcefully than before. Raito’s hysterical laughter increase when both white hands clamped over this mouth. However the pressure is too much now and he tries to pull away from his vanquisher, unsuccessfully. The youth brings his own hands up to push the other away, but in second the bastard had his fingers from both hands clasped painfully in one long digit grip. Things are no longer humorous in the slightest and Raito’s laughter has crossed over into something almost panic-stricken. Swiftly a long leg is brought up to shove the investigator away but Ryuuzaki seems to take this as an invite to lie down on him. Full blown panic makes the adolescent wriggle, squirm and buck. Distantly he can hear the deep voice saying something yet it is indecipherable to him now.

What has gotten into Raito-Kun? L can’t tell what this is or where this leading. The boy is once more not listing to him! Though because he can’t or won’t it isn’t clear. The teen is going wild on him, to the extent he never thought possible. This is the most vivacious he’s ever experienced his friend being, even including in the times when they’re lovers. Oh Fuck! All of the gaki’s writhing is turning him on. A hard buck from the hips below rubs the brat’s pelvis to his waking member and he has to bite back a moan.

He has to get Ryuuzaki off him! That’s the only thing going though Raito’s mind and he keeps trying to but it’s not working! Panicked, he redoubles his efforts, totally oblivious to erect dick pressing into his thigh and it is not until a certain smell reaches his nose that he is immediately still. He knows that scent and the last place he wants to be right now is under the bastard if this scent is coming off him.

Raito-Kun is not laughing anymore nor, thankfully, moving. L takes a moment to order the blood back to his brain. Cautiously he retreated from the boy and apparently not fast enough as the teen shoves him away before running for the bathroom. Mentally the detective groans. Why there? L swears if Raito-Kun is going into the restroom just to fall into a catatonic state again his knuckles will meet the back of the brat’s head for a brief, painful encounter.

Slamming the door behind him Raito leans against it, breathes in deep, trying to get rid of the scent of Ryuuzaki’s arousal in the best ventilated room in the whole complex. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out! He has to cut this off before he reacts to it. Yet it’s too late and already his thoughts have turned sexual.

He’d first noticed the smell a month out of the cell while he’d been eating. At first he hadn’t known what it was or why it had… excited him. It wasn’t until they moved to go to their bedroom that he realized it was coming from the investigator and it wasn’t til they were changing had he’d figured out what it was. When he did, he had just figured he’d had to stop it by any means necessary. So he’d slugged the sleuth and suffered a graceless landing in return.

For half a month he’d had to deal with the bastard’s on again, off again arousal that teased the hell out of him. His only brake being this room’s top-notch ventilation. Frick, he’d made up bladder needs just to get away from it sometimes. The annoyance had been very wearing on his already tired nerves. It had all culminated on the night he had tried to take a relaxing bath and for the first time he saw the desire in the black eyes.

Raito blushed as he thought about what happened after.

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Day 96 (Day 46 Out of the Cell)

Raito stood in his birthday suit just looking at the bed; was he really going to do this? If he does this he will still have to sleep with Ryuuzaki afterwards, for as long as the investigation lasts. He’s never had to sleep with some he’s ‘slept’ with before. The last time not withstanding as he never pictured having to stay with the detective after his confinement. Since they are in their bedroom he can smell more than sense when the dark haired man comes up behind him. Inhaling the strong musky odor, stronger than ever before his nipples harden and he decides that he is definitely screwing Ryuuzaki…. but he will have to take a few precautions. With the way the odd one stands he can feel hot air gliding over the bare skin of his shoulder, which he dips before he steps away. “Can you go to the kitchen and get some oil?” This base of operation doesn’t have lotion and but does have a nice kitchen where Watari-San cooks breakfast.

From under his bangs L lifts a non-visible eyebrow at the request, not at the logic of it but the matter-of-fact tone with which it’s delivered. The teen didn’t sound enthusiastic at all! Was he the only one raring to go? Or was the brat feigning disinterest? Either way the gaki seemed to take his inaction as a refusal and he was haughtily told, “You’re the one that’s dressed. If you don’t want to do this Ryuuzaki-San, I can just dress for actual sleep now. I’m sure you wouldn’t have been that much of a help.” Okay, ouch. That was a direct dig at him. Needless to say L was on his way to the kitchen an instant after.

Refocusing on the bed Raito thinks of how this should play out. Though curious about being seme and the feel of it, it can’t be so much different than being with a girl, he is too tired to put in the effort for it. However at the moment he’s still mad at Ryuuzaki and doesn’t want to look at him, he’ll just have to make the jerk fuck him from behind. Problem solved. Plus it likely won’t get uncomfortable if he doesn’t have to see the sleuth. Now for the bed problem...

As he walks back L wonders if the kid will to back out. He sincerely hopes not. Aside from the physical distress it would put him in, it will have been a waste of L’s cup of perfectly good cooking oil. L briefly wonders if Mr. Wammy will comment on it but he really doesn’t care. When L reaches the room the first thing he sees is Raito-Kun in the only large t-shirt he has. It hides much yet hints at more since it stops at the top of the teen’s thighs. Second thing he sees is that the brat is putting two extra sheets on the bed. And then the adolescent leans forward, bringing one knee on to the bed, to smooth out the cloth. L groans.

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He can suddenly see everything, cheeks, back of balls, perineum and pucker. Undoubtedly it’s one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen. Then Raito-Kun looks over his shoulder, completely apathetic and it mars L’s picture.

Raito hastily sits down and the shirt hides everything good. Holy cow! The pale man’s arousal is reaching him from across the room! The pungency only increases as the detective nears, and it’s not just a walk that Ryuuzaki is doing, it’s a predatory stalk. The eager male moves close, sets down the cup on the nightstand and before any fun can begin Raito stops him by ordering the odiferous one to shower. The auburn haired boy thinks he hears a grumble along the lines of ‘bossy’ but pays it no mind as the investigator complies. When he hears the shower start Raito takes the oil and thinks he might as well get started.

Under the rush of water L scrubs well. Determined to do it right so he will not be told he stinks mid-sex or be forced to do this again for a job poorly done. Idly he thinks he prefers semi-virginal Raito-Kun that didn’t order him around. Oh the things he’ll do for sex. Next he wonders if the brat will fight for position this time. Humph. Well he’d just have to show the gaki who’s in charge. After five minutes L pulls a towel around himself, comes out and sees the brunet.

Sweet sweetness! It’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen! Instantly he is fully hard. The genius decides he’ll take this Raito-Kun over the virgin any day!

The Yagami youth is on his back, naked legs drawn up as he fingers and stretches himself! Raito-Kun, with his eyes shut and his lips letting out small pants, doesn’t realize he is giving quite the show. Fuck is this kid ever sexy! L moves close then to the foot of the bed and this time he can REALLY see everything! Including swift peaks inside the brat as the digits move. The older male watches, when he can’t take it any more he drops his towel and lunges. L is between the thighs, pulling the fingers out, and has legs over his shoulders by the time the teen gets so much as a startled “HEY?!” out.

It actually takes the feel of the investigator’s cock beginning to push in for Raito to get over his embarrassment, yell a very strong “No!” and push the seme away.

L is in shock; Raito-Kun’s saying ‘No’ to sex now?! Now when he’s harder and hornier than he can ever remember being?

A deep red blush is positively stinging his face. Raito is seriously thinking about not having sex with the pushy-voyeuristic-pervert, as punishment for watching him, when he smells Ryuuzaki’s raging arousal. Oh! He can smell the pre-cum leaking from the large cock and it smells so good! It in turn makes him drip, adding to what Raito can smell and stimulating an animalistic side of himself.

L’s not sure if he can’t take it if Raito-Kun really means ‘no’ now! The image of the brat is so fresh in his mind and that hole is ready. He may just go insane or die of blue balls!

Raito clears is throat and with as much dignity as he can muster says, “You should use the rest of the oil, Ryuuzaki-San.” As the other turns away Raito changes position. This will give him even less contact with Ryuuzaki instead of just lying down on his front as he had originally planned.

L dives for the oil, slathers it on, not caring about the mess as that’s what the sheets are for and turns around to find Raito-Kun is on all fours not looking at him. Good, glorious sweets! Could the child get any sexier?! Not to be denied any longer the raven-haired one gets into place and starts to penetrate slowly. As eager as L is he does not want a repeat of last time and he is determined not to tear the gaki. His eyes shut on their own. In the back of his blood deprived mind L finds this strange, and it sobers him a little until he remembers some saying about a horse. The boy’s ‘embrace’ is not as tight as their first time yet it’s delicious all the same. As he slowly furthers, a third at a time all he thinks it tight, warm, wet. Maybe it is because they’re not in some cool closet but Raito feels so alluring warm.

Owie. Owie. Owie. Was it this painful the last time? He honestly doesn’t remember. Still he does recall it being really good later on so for the time being he tries to relax and will the pain away. However some part of him curses Ryuuzaki for being painfully above average.

As the erection sinks fully and he waits to become accustom to the intrusion he is quick to notice pale hands trying to take off the shirt. “Stop that! The shirt is staying on!” Next the fingers slip under the shirt but Raito denies him again. When the one in him leans down and a bit around try to kiss him the Yagami child turns his face away and ignores the frustrated sound he invokes in the jerk. Attempts at kissing or licking his neck are equally rebuffed. Even attempts to touch the him through his shirt are shot down.

L glared down at the male under him. What the fuck is with this brat, L can’t help but wonder. What is bringing on this attitude? It was improbable that this type of fondling and touching were new to the kid, Raito-Kun had been with girls before, so why was he denying him this? He can feel himself getting upset and right now he’s not exactly coherent enough to understand why.

What the hell is wrong with Ryuuzaki? Why is the bastard acting like an idiot and trying to make more of this than it is? Doesn’t the proffessional sleuth see that this is as close as he wants to get? Equally frustrated with the other Raito clenches and commands the jerk to get going already.

A deep groan rumbles through L’s rib cage and he withdraws just to thrust in again, this is rewarded with a light moan from the boy. Grabbing the hips L starts to set up a speedy rhythm, once that the adolescent meets and moves back against. Soon L has Raito-Kun letting out all sorts of pleasing little noises.

In-out/in-out/in-out! Oh this was what he remembered, this was what felt so good! Ryuuzaki is driving into him and caressing his anal passage. Small cries, moans and pants are leaving his throat. Raito remembers there was some reason he didn’t let out sounds last time but he can’t remember what it is. Well whatever. He’ll just pay attention to the feel of knock boots and balls with the detective. Besides this feels just too enjoyable and smells to delectable for him to want to put a cork in it. Suddenly the marvelous man in him decides to up the ante; long fingers are playing with his genitals, stroking and rubbing wrapping around him causing his sounds to become more frequent. Oh, it can’t have felt this good last time! He would have recalled it feeling this great to be touched there. Raito doesn’t understand why it is more intense this time and why his privates are much more sensitive.

In any case it is becoming too much; the physical pleasure Ryuuzaki was literally pumping into him mixed with the scent of sex in the air is doing him in! Yet he is getting too close too fast. Endeavoring to at least take out one of the factors Raito stuck his head down, burying his nose into the sheets.

Obsidian orbs widen at the sight before him; Raito-Kun head down, ass up and hands clutching the sheet for all their worth. A small part of L cheers at the submissive display but his gut is telling him there is something insincere about it. However its validity is of no matter when he can watch his member sink in and out of the brat’s ass. What counts is that it’s erotic as hell and he is penetrating deep within the gaki. Hmm. Penetrate, freaking awesome word that meant to pierce, to enter, to defuse into, to affect deeply. And there was no one he’d rather penetrate than Yagami Raito. Something about to boy called to something feral in him, something ordering him to slam into the sweet body so brutally as to snap the curved shirt covered back. Or at least test it. Barely, he restrained himself.

This new angle is fantastic for Raito; the seme is crashing in head on collisions with his orgasm gland, over and over again. It is all he can do to bite the extra sheets and hold on for fuck’s sake. Yet with each new pounding he takes the need for air and to scream grows. At length his lungs win the battle of near suffocation and envelop the heady smell of pheromones, sweat, musk and pre-cum. Just as soon as oxygen went in noises burst out. “Aah!-[Pant]-Ryuu!-[Pant]-Mmm!-[Pant]-Oh!”

L is taken aback when the teen starts moaning, groaning and spewing this “Ryuu” stuff in breathless pants. It is so amatory for the sugar eater, he can clearly see half of Raito-Kun’s flushed face and one chocolate orb is looking at him from the corner of the eye. Yagami Raito is the Embodiment of Sexy, the Personification of Lust and he’s permanently ruined all porn for L! Nothing could compare to this. Forget restraint it can go to hell; the dark haired man starts pounding the boy with everything he has, not caring if he breaks both their backs in the process.

“AAH!”-[Groan]-“Faster!”-[Cry]-“UHN!”-[Moan]-“More!”-[Yell]-“Harder!” Despite the interruptions and lack of proper sentence Raito’s voice carried his demands quite well. The youth had even put enough inflection in to it as to make it clear he expected his orders to be obeyed promptly.

If the midnight gazed man hadn’t been in substantial amounts of ecstasy right then, L would not have humored the child and complied. This uke evidently did not know his role fully and had lucked out at the moment. But the detective seems to be treated for his appropriate response when the brat clamps down on him. Oh and there he goes!

Not in the throws of orgasmic bliss himself Raito can acutely feel the jets of Ryuuzaki’s release against the walls of his channel. That plus the wet, squishiness touching his prostate sends the doe eyed boy screaming and tumbling over into sexual delight. The two of them collapse on the bed and Raito can still feel Ryuuzaki’s cock twitching inside him. Right then the auburn haired male makes up his mind; he doesn’t care about learning what it’s like to top, he’ll stick with the bottom! Though he might look into different positions. After a while the other withdraws and there is a pleasurable ache at and in his hole.

L, as a first priority, checks for even a spot of red but there is no blood this time, just the boy’s cum soaked entrance. Knowing that it’s his cum makes the sight all-the-better. L moves away to catch his breath. Mind coming back to him, L is beginning to wonder if the brat’s ever heard of frottage or foreplay. As hot was all that was, it was very limited and purposeful. L is getting the inkling that Raito-Kun really doesn’t put an emotional investment into sex.

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Raito feels so sedated now he knows he’ll sleep soon. He grabs a sheet corner, cleans off his front, finds Ryuuzaki’s towel, takes care of his rear; before scrapping both in the dirty laundry hamper. As an after thought he adds the sweat wetted t-shirt. He should go to bed now; still he decides a quick trip to the bathroom is in order. Really he should have the investigator/penetrator look into condoms if they continue this; then there won’t be any messy, problematic afterwards.

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Raito fought down a blush at the memories. Damn that smell! At this point the musk of the sleuth’s organ made him want rub his face on the dark haired crotch and just lick it all over. That or in a Pavlovian Response to spread his legs faster than an eager, greedy prostitute. Arh!

And double damn his nose! What he had thought was a result of near sensory deprivation in the cell, this super sense of scent, was from being freaking knocked up! Arh! The pregnancy did also explain his huge boost in sexual drive! The other deductive genius wasn’t that good! …Okay so he was but still this explained a lot! In fact in retrospect- Oh! In retrospect… well shit…

Raito had never cared for sexual roles: the roles of dominant and submissive. He had always done what felt good and kept him comfortable. Actually he usually went to great lengths to insure the latter part, out right refusing sex if his limits where push past there safe boundaries.

And then there was the whole gender issue. Physically men and women where not so different; one face, neck, torso, abdomen and two arms, hands, legs, feet. Also he’d never been overly picky, mainly he chose by who was clean and could keep their mouth shut. What did it matter who he bedded or who did what, when in the end none of his partners mattered.

Well that was not entirely true, they only mattered a tiny bit if they could teach him something new. Then Raito cared a bit and chose whom he learned from. A very embarrassing incident the day before his sixteenth birthday had taught him that.
And as far as establishing roles went, well he never slept with the same girl, or made out with the same person, guy or girl, more than twice.

So this made Ryuuzaki a singularity in his sexual repertoire. Raito had let the other teach him what it was to be penetrated. He’d let the wild haired male show him a new level of sensation. However most of all the teen had let the other sleep with him more times than he wanted to count.

Arh!

Suddenly sexual roles mattered! It counted who played the bottom, the receiver, the ‘girl.’ It was humiliating and horrifying to think he’d been uke all those times. Even more embarrassing to know he’d never once challenged for position! He felt a heat recover his already stained cheeks and leak down into his neck.

Arh! Damn this pregnancy! It was all the pregnancy’s fault! If he hadn’t had a super sniffer or the extreme hormone induced wantonness, he would never had had all that sex and been the ‘girl’ all those times! And HE was not a freaking girl! He was a boy! A Guy! A Man, damnit! He wasn’t some pathetic female… he was just all preggy right now… Raito frown at how feeble that sounded.

Arh! Damn this state of being! He bet there were other areas where he’d let it slip in. The Yagami youth thought back to those tremendously awkward Health Ed. classes he’d had and brought up a mental file on pregnancy. Hmm. HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID HIS MOODINESS GET BY HIM?!

Oh… yeah…, he’d been perpetually happy. He horrifyingly still was happy. He could feel it itching to come forth. This chemically brought on emotion was viciously stomped down and put equal with the disturbing mental throbbing that was also still present at the back of his mind.

But what about the times when he wasn’t happy? Well the times he’d been sad the world just seemed to fade away but the times he’d been angry –oh crap!

It was humiliating to realize all his fights with Ryuuzaki sprung from a hormone-inducing parasite. No wonder it felt so strange yet so good to Raito. He was not normally a physical person. He was not normally someone that had to deal with a lot of confrontation. Normally he could charm, reason, or deceive people into coming around to his point of view or at least to where he needed them. This was not so with the detective and it was hugely irritating!

Shutting down that thought before he could go into a pregnancy induced rage he turned to the mirror again. Damn fuck it! The maker was still there! Was there at least some level or part of him where being pregnant had not poisoned? Staring at the darkened skin he couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed by some omnipotent force.

‘God’s punishing me, because I’ve done something wrong. Because I’m Kira the criminal killer.’ He thought.

But why would god punish him like this? Wasn’t God suppose to smite people not get them pregnant? Maybe it really was Karma instead, the stuff he’d always written off as idealist poppycock? He took lives so now he has to make one? That didn’t sound proportional. Still wouldn’t ridding the world of criminals count for good karma? If that was so was this a reward for good deeds done? …. No he honestly didn’t think so. And if it was then it was a shitty gift and he wanted to return it for something better. Per haps a nice sweater.

The voice of evil hauled him out of his silly thoughts. “If Kira-San is going into shock again he should say so now.”

Raito felt his left eye twitch. Trust the bastard to joke now!

“If Kira-San would like a shotgun wedding it can be arranged.”

Oh and the hits just kept on coming! Actually he’d like it if Ryuuzaki could arrange just the shotgun part! Yet one shouldn’t shit a bull-shitter, at least not without expecting something back. “Yes that would be wise. Oh but it’s so improper. Whatever shall we tell my parents Ryuuzaki-San?”

L had a strong urge to snort at that. But seriously since the adolescent brought up the parents issue… “Neither of them will know of this situation. To assure such the investigation team has already been dismissed back to the NPA.”

Normally proud shoulders slumped. So this would be covered up and he would be put to death silently. And he wouldn’t get to see his family again before he was executed. Maybe that was for the best.

A nasty sting bit cocoa eyes and he had to shut them tight to stop any liquid from forming. He didn’t want to die. Yes he knew he should, knew it was necessary, he knew he had nothing to live for but he just didn’t want to die.

“Kira-San?”

His vocal cords tensed but he managed to get out; “Please go way Ryuuzaki-San.”

L tested the doorknob, it wasn’t locked, an oversight likely. “Yagami-Kun?”

“Go away Ryuuzaki-San.” Raito felt his voice crack midway through.

“Yagami-Kun let me in.” For some reason it became very important to see his friend right now.

“Go away!” The teen shrieked. Why was the bastard being so insistent?

“Should I force my way in Yagami-Kun?”

Okay that’s it! He’s not weepy anymore and is starting to get ticked. “Let me clarify: go the fuck away!!” Really, hadn’t the moron heard of giving someone time to compose themselves? Ryuuzaki probably had but was too rude to care!

There! There was the Raito-Kun L was used to! “I’m coming in.” he stated after the fact and met the glare reflected at him through the looking glass.

Not turning to face the jerk Raito watched him through the mirror. “Leave!”

“If Yagami-Kun will come with me,” is the flat answer. He reaches out to touch the child and plants his hand on the small of the kid’s back. It was quickly slapped off.

“Don’t touch me.” Raito half growls. He can feel his anger rising. Anger exponentially increased by pregnancy hormones. So as not to be ruled by the thing in his belly the auburn haired youth tries to suppress the powerful emotion.

L doesn’t know why the brat keeps looking for sanctuary in the bathroom, but it’s not healthy and should stop. He grabs a forearm this time.

“Don’t touch me!” He violently shook his arm but the most this does is move the hold to his wrist. “Don’t Touch Me!” He’s getting hysterical again.

“I will remind Yagami-Kun that he is not a victim of molestation or sodomitic rape. All sexual actions were consensual.”

‘That moron!’ Raito thought. He wasn’t contesting that. ARH! He’s a dead man standing, who cares if he loses his temper! That decided he shoves the famous ace out but then Ryuuzaki commences to try to pull him out. “Let go!”

“No.” L’s monotone is absolute but his resolve shows in his eyes and firm hold.

Raito felt his jaw clench. This bastard! Now the investigator was just waiting for him to submit. But he is not submissive, no matter what Ryuuzaki tries or thinks he is not. And it’s time he showed the prick such!

L watches the shoulders slump and feels the arm go limp. The auburn head turns down for a second but when it’s back he is startled. Those eyes and face have a look of complete serenity, peace and calm. Pure trust and sweet innocence are beaming from the beautiful face. Then a hand is running over his clenched one in the softest of caress that hints at deep affection. The detective’s own hand goes weak; it is easily pull off and held up to the tranquilly smiling face. Teasingly hot breath is blown into his open palm. This is a surreal moment and L is entranced. Then Raito-Kun is slowly placing his hand in a firm but gentle handshake. It still tingles pleasantly. The youth is moving, reaching for the door then pauses. Onyx eyes meet doe brown ones, they are the last thing he sees before the door is slammed viciously.

L screams and falls to his knees in pain! His wrist! Ah fuck! His wrist! He tries to pull the injured limb away but the deceiving bitch had a firm hold! The door trapping him is pulled away for a split second, then smashed once more onto the damaged flesh and all L can do is howl.

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End Part 3.