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Not an Angel	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3: Growing Wings

Throughout the night, it was odd to see L sleeping so much of the time. Because human L had rarely slept, and no shinigami actually needed to sleep, it seemed logical that shinigami L should rightfully be awake all the time. Light supposed this deviation from the expected was because of L's pain.

L was certainly in pain much of the time. L looked exhausted, his face strained and unguarded, his emotions showing easily, unhidden. Perhaps sleep was L's refuge from the frequent bouts of pain just as sleep was sometimes Ryuk's refuge from boredom.

Light stayed awake all night, fueled by cups of coffee that L also sampled and did not approve of. Light attended to L when L was awake and spent the rest of his time thinking, planning, and doing those few errands that were imminent and not assigned to Misa.

Along with making sure L would see him as a friendly presence, Light re-plastered and painted the broken ceiling, completely disabled the internet to make sure that L would not begin to educate himself from unapproved sources too soon in his development process, and sent the blankets that had gotten a few spatters of shinigami blood to an all-night dry-cleaning service that was very discreet. That would allow Light to discern if normal people could see the blood without tipping off task force members or any watchful enemies.

Every time Light brought L more cake, L smiled and accepted it gratefully. It was strange to see L like that, grateful, open and trusting. It felt somehow right, though, that L should be in such a position of disadvantage, and that he should suffer pain after all the sins he'd committed.

Light couldn't help but reach out on occasion and feel the growing bumps. They had continued swelling, and had made room for themselves on L's upper back, pushing aside the strips of bandages entirely. They were two mounds of bare pale skin that reminded Light of breasts, though they were not quite the right shape and were becoming more torpedo-shaped as time went on. They were enormously sensitive to the touch even when they weren't in a painful stage. Every touch brought at least a whimper to L's lips, if not a moan or a scream.

The wing-bumps weren't soft. They felt nothing like breasts. They were hard and swollen, the skin stretched rather like the skin on a belly of a pregnant woman, and Light could feel unseen structures developing inside - from his guesses bones and joints and layers of muscle and other tissue, all enclosed in fluid-filled chambers. Light envisioned it as two pregnancies on L's back, fetal wings forming in amniotic sacs. L was incubating his developing wings, and at some point, he would give birth to those wings. Would the enclosing skin split open for the wings to burst out? Or would it dry up and shrivel away? Would there be blood?

It was important to make sure the process didn't leave any evidence for the task force members. Light studied the wing-bumps and speculated, hoping to have plans in place to avert any possible problem before it could start. A quick phone call to the dry-cleaning place, asking if there would be extra charges for stains, alerted Light to the fact that L's shinigami blood had indeed become visible on exiting his body.

It was an extra issue to deal with, on top of all the other issues. L's different body would need to be monitored and studied. Unlike Ryuk, there was blood pumping through L's veins, and so any injury - perhaps of the wings bursting free at last - would need to be planned for and expertly hidden from unfriendly eyes.

Because of the wing-bumps, L couldn't lie on his back. He could only curl on his side or lie on his stomach. There was something very strange and powerful about having L curled close to where Light sat on the bed, L literally eating out of Light's hands and looking up with innocent, trusting eyes. L wouldn't let a single bit of cake go to waste. He licked Light's fingers clean again and again, and Light couldn't bring himself to tell L not to. No, it was important to develop a bond to control L, and it was also strangely fascinating to see him doing something so unlike his usual hands-to-himself behavior.

At least, certain kinds of intimate touching were tolerable for bonding purposes. It was fine if it wasn't as extreme as being pinned down and undressed, as long as Light knew he was the one making the decisions. That made all the difference.

Whenever L was not in too much pain, he was full of questions. Light tried to exude an atmosphere of authoritative friendliness as he gently began L's education, feeding him answers with as much care as he'd earlier fed L cake. Everything had a purpose. L's early mental development needed to be shaped and guided precisely, but at the same time it was important that L should never be told anything that could be proven to be a lie. L's trust should never be shaken.

At first, the questioning was quite innocent. L had an endless reservoir of questions about things he'd seen in the apartment, or his guesses about very basic information extrapolating beyond what he'd been told. In particular, L was trying to figure out how Ryuk had been able to leave with Misa when his own invisible leash was obviously much shorter.

Light explained how a shinigami who was attached to two death notes held by two people could choose to follow either or to wander widely when moving between them. That Ryuk hadn't explained this detail gave Light hope. L had probably been told the bare minimum in the secret meeting. Tricking him into breaking one of the deadly rules was still a distinct possibility, though it would probably take longer than originally planned.

Light had at first considered that he might be able to kill a hopelessly naive L quickly, perhaps even before Misa returned. But it was now obvious that this version of L was too curious and was catching on to things too fast. It was beginning to look as if L might be around for a very long time, and that meant there was really only one story that would work with him.

Anything else was too risky. Light did not want to give L any slightest chance at victory. Not this time.

With an L that would be staying for a while, Light knew certain inevitable questions would arise:

Why do your co-workers refer to you as L, which is not your name but is mine?

Kira is obviously someone with a death note, so why don't you tell the task force that you own two death notes and Misa owns one, so that you can generate more knowledge about what Kira could be doing?

Why are you hiding so many facts from the task force?

And then, there might be questions even worse, if one of the task force members happened to start talking about the old L and mentioned his appearance and habits. It was a subject that didn't come up often, but if it did, L would figure things out immediately.

It was completely unacceptable to have a nearly indestructible, immensely strong enemy who followed Light everywhere, even though walls. That wouldn't be allowed to happen. L must remain friendly and unsuspicious. The best lie would be something so close to the truth that it was almost true. That way, L would never detect the falsehood, he would remain trusting, and he could be gently educated until he became a Kira supporter.

By the time Misa returned, just a couple of hours before the task force was due to arrive for work in the morning, Light had an elaborate story ready, just waiting for Misa's arrival so she would hear it too and not contradict it later.

Misa entered the bedroom while L was asleep, lying on his side, shivering and unconsciously nibbling on one index finger. She stared at L's body in a hostile manner for only a few moments before her expression became neutral and schooled, her actress training kicking in.

Light said, "Misa, I knew you would arrive about now. Is everything disposed of as I asked?"

Misa was good at throwing off anyone trailing her, and she should have been able to do that and then complete every assigned task successfully in the hours she'd been gone. Light hadn't been able to check up on her progress because of the possibility that Near or Mello might have some way of monitoring her cellphone communications.

Misa replied, "Yes. He's... he looks so odd. What are those things on his back? It looks like parasites - two giant worms or something gross!"

Ryuk glided up behind Misa and said, "That's his wings!"

"He flies with those things?"

L's eyes fluttered open. He said, "Of course not, Misa. My wings are still growing."

Light said, "L, I think it is time I told you some things. It is almost too painful to discuss, especially for Misa, but you have a right to know..."

This should give Misa the proper cue that she's supposed to claim trauma and refuse to add any details later that might contradict my version. This way, Misa can't make L suspicious.

L said, "Go ahead, Light, I'm listening."

Light wrinkled his forehead and sighed as if very concerned, and then said, "First of all, for this story to make sense, you need to know what I do for a living."

"A career? That is so you can get money from other humans, and then buy cake and rent an apartment with a refrigerator to store cake in, correct?"

"Yes, except cake doesn't have a central role. In order to avoid dying, humans need food to eat, not just cake, along with needing shelter from the outside weather. What I do for my money is to work for the NPA, a police organization here in Japan."

"And Japan is a country that is similar to China but nicer in every way?"

"Yes. Most police officers work in a headquarters building set aside for the police to use. I work in my apartment along with other policemen who will soon arrive: Touta Matsuda, Hideki Ide, Shuichi Aizawa, Kanzo Mogi and my father, Soichiro Yagami. That's why my apartment is larger and has more rooms than normal, and why one of the rooms has all those computers and monitors. We do this because we are working on a top-secret case, the Kira case. Did Ryuk tell you anything about Kira?"

L said, "No."

Ryuk was smiling wider than ever, still standing behind Misa. Light shot Ryuk a glare, hoping Ryuk would get the message and not provoke any suspicion.

Light continued with, "Kira is obviously a person, or possibly several people, who uses a death note to execute criminals. For some years, ever since Kira first made himself known, there have been two justice systems in the world. One of them is the old system that is administered by governments, giving mild punishments to criminals and allowing them to continue committing crimes. The other is the new system under Kira, which results in death for all serious crimes and a seventy-percent reduction in the crime rate over the old system."

Misa suddenly chimed in with, "A lot of people say that Kira is the way of the future. Now there are hardly any governments left that don't support Kira."

"This is true," Light said, "and the Japanese government is the same. On television, when our leaders speak, none of them say anything against Kira, and it is technically illegal to pursue him. A few years ago, when it wasn't illegal, the task force was formed. That is the organization that meets in my apartment. We were sworn to catch Kira, and we still receive secret funding and approval through various back-channels of the government."

Light paused, hung his head as if in shame and said, "It's kind of embarrassing to admit it. I'm chasing Kira when most of the world says it is wrong to chase him."

The look in L's eyes was very intense. Light could practically see calculations occurring behind those eyes, hidden in their inky depths.

L pulled a finger out of his mouth and said, "Do you think Kira is doing the right thing?"

"I'm not really supposed to think about that, am I? If I think there is any usefulness in Kira, it could jeopardize my job and it would be a very awkward topic to bring up around the others. No, if I'm going to stop chasing Kira, I want it to be an honorable discharge - to wait until the Director of the NPA decides to shut down the Kira investigation and assigns all of us to other cases. To just quit in disgrace? That isn't a possibility, and it isn't my decision to make."

"Does Kira ever kill people who aren't criminals?"

"Sometimes, but only if they seem like a real threat. Kira does not kill those who merely speak out with dissenting opinions. There are several well-known journalists who have spoken against Kira for years and have not been punished. Kira is very lenient with ordinary people."

L was thinking then, a finger inserted into his mouth for constant nibbling, with that eerily familiar expression of deep calculations on his face. Light waited. Things had to go well just now. It was a very important early stage in L's process of forming opinions about Kira. Even Misa looked slightly nervous, and Ryuk continued to do nothing except grin maliciously.

L said, "Light, why should you worry about what other humans think of your actions? It seems pointless. If you don't want to chase Kira, then you should quit."

I was trying to nudge him gently in the right direction. Was my bias quite that obvious to L?

Light sighed and said, "It isn't like that. Even if I sometimes feel as if the world is changing and I haven't caught up with it, this really isn't a topic I can afford to analyze in an unbiased way. I know my father would never quit, and I know that if the task force ever approaches Kira every one of us will be seen as a real threat. I can't leave my father undefended. I must work alongside him as long as our superiors allow us to chase Kira."

L said, "It could be interesting to catch Kira. This is a very mysterious circumstance, for the world to be controlled by someone who is unknown. Surely everyone wants to know who Kira is, and if he's been hidden for a long time he must be skilled at hiding himself, a truly great challenge. You might find him, Light. Your group must have a significant advantage over the rest of the world, to know about death notes and to have had a shinigami to study, now two. Is that why I was brought into existence? To be a subject of experiments to help find Kira?"

Ryuk said, "I don't know why I reproduced. I was just bored, that's all."

Light said, "You won't be subjected to experiments, L. You'll be safe here, as long as you let me protect you. The others can't be allowed to know about you."

L was starting to get that look in his eyes again, the look that meant his pain was beginning to return. Light reached down and stroked L's forehead, wiping away a few drops of sweat. A strange scent hung in the air, barely detectable. Was it coming from L?

L said, "I assumed that my role in experiments must be the big secret you were so concerned about telling me. Now things don't make sense."

"Things would make sense," Light said, "if you knew more about the history of the Kira case. You see, we have had deaths within the task force, five years ago, from getting close to Kira."

"Then you did find him?"

"Not exactly. We found a Kira, and confiscated his death note, but the judgments of criminals continued after his death, so it is obvious that there is at least one more Kira out there."

"Obviously," L said through gritted teeth.

The wing-bumps were pulsing slightly. A network of small veins was beginning to become more visible across their surfaces. Light wished Misa hadn't said anything about worms, because now his mind was imagining the two growths as fat, parasitic leeches, sucking the blood out of L to increase their masses. He wanted to banish that image from his mind. It was far preferable to think of them as giant, elongated breasts or as swollen pregnancies.

Putting a slight shake into his voice, Light said, "The events that led to four deaths... they were very traumatic for all of us. There was a great deal of internal suspicion, with every task force member suspecting the others of being Kira. This is why they don't know about Ryuk and I won't tell them about you or about the death notes I've collected. If they learned I had been hiding anything important from them, they would kill me."

"I see," L said, "if anyone in the task force was Kira, then it becomes a kill or be killed situation. Everyone would be anxious to kill Kira, even on a suspicion, because if they hold out for more evidence and they are wrong, they will die before they can collect that evidence."

"Exactly. I don't blame them for thinking this way. It is only self-protection. But this means I can't tell them anything about you, and you can't reveal yourself. The last time a shinigami appeared, the deaths happened so quickly afterwards, and so senselessly. It's difficult-"

Light choked a little, hoping that he wasn't overdoing the acting. But L shouldn't know the difference in any case. He had no experience.

L said, "Then you pursued some leads on your own and you happened to catch a few more Kiras? Confiscating their death notes and becoming an owner yourself?"

"Yes. If I had known more about death notes and shinigami, I would have taken a different approach, one where the other task force members would have been by my side and would have seen I wasn't doing anything suspicious. But now, after hiding these things from them, it would be suicidal to suddenly reveal them."

L said, "It sounds as if you did not approach the situation intelligently to begin with. Also, it sounds as if the task force members are terrible friends to you. The idea that your own father might kill you on a mere suspicion of wrongdoing, this is very troubling."

Swallowing the anger that threatened to rise up, Light said, "Yes, I'm afraid I often rush into things without a plan. But, still, I've been able to catch some Kiras entirely on my own and hide away their death notes where nobody will be able to use them. I'm not incompetent. I'm useful."

"Or maybe you're just lucky," L said.

Light bit his lip and then said, "The four who died, they were Aiber, Wedy, Watari and... and L."

"L? How curious. Is my name a common name?"

L sat up on the bed, though it obviously took an effort and left him looking more strained than ever, the growths on his back almost unbalancing him from his preferred crouch. Sweat was beading on his forehead even more.

Light said, "I... I cannot be completely sure of this deduction. Ryuk withholds information routinely; I believe it is something he does for fun. And yet, I can't help but conclude something. You look almost exactly like the L we knew, and you have some of his habits, and you have his name. Even though you don't remember anything, I think you have to be him, back from the grave."

Light could tell by Misa's sharp intake of breath that she was afraid. He ignored her and looked at L instead, at the calculating look combined with the growing pain that L must be feeling, as another cycle of wing growth proceeded on its course.

I had to tell him something like this. Letting him discover it himself would be a disaster, but this way, I led him exactly to it, as if I have nothing to hide, and I am molding his perception of the situation into something useful and harmless.

After a long, awkward pause, L said, "This gets rid of one troubling thought."

Misa said, "What?"

L replied, "I was disturbed by the thought of Ryuk being my father. With this new information, I can disregard that. Ryuk isn't my father. I have a real father and a real mother out there somewhere. Perhaps even brothers or sisters, and certainly there must be friends as well."

"As one of the precautions we took from the earliest days of the Kira investigation, everyone used a great deal of secrecy. Especially you. We weren't able to find out where L came from after his death, or to discover anything about him. I'm afraid we won't be able to find your family."

Is it possible that Mello and Near are his family? Perhaps younger brothers? L's probably an orphan but orphans can have siblings.

L's eyes looked especially haunted and pained, his expression lost and lonely.

L whispered, "Then I'm all alone? Nobody came for the body? There must be people somewhere who love me and would be very happy to know I'm alive."

Misa came forward then, all sweet smiles, and said, "We love you, L. Misa and Light are your friends."

She enfolded his startled form in a hug, and made a distasteful face behind his back where only Light could see it. Her hands twitched away from the growths. Obviously she considered them horrifying, but to Light they were looking more and more intriguing, like ripe fruits, destined to burst from juiciness. He found himself imagining what sort of wings would erupt. Would they be feathery wings, like Ryuk, or bat-like wings, like Rem, or perhaps something altogether different?

L started to sob.

He said, "It hurts. It hurts!"

Light entered the group hug, bent down awkwardly at the bedside, and said, "Don't worry, we'll take care of you. Misa will bring you cake and whatever else you need while I'm working. Maybe you can go to sleep again."

L said, "It's getting harder to sleep. I fear at some point sleep will elude me entirely."

Ryuk said, "Probably so. It just gets worse from here on. It'll get pretty bad by the end."

Light stroked L's bandage-clad side gently, wanting to touch the wing-growths but somehow it didn't seem right to do it in front of Misa.

Light cradled L as he pushed him into the bed, and arranged his nerveless, limp limbs into the most comfortable resting posture possible: L curled up, on his side. Light tucked the blankets in around L as the shinigami shivered and moaned.

Light said, "While other people are here, don't come out of this bedroom if you can help it, and if you do come out be extremely careful. Your blood is visible if you spill any, and I suspect if you drooled or allowed sweat droplets to fall or did anything similar it would also reveal you. If you collapse from pain in the investigation room, I won't be able to carry you back, and Ryuk would probably leave you there for the amusement. If the pain goes away and you're bored, you can play with the computer or read any of the books I have, and Misa can show you how to watch television with headphones so that the sound won't carry to other rooms.

The nonfiction books don't contain anything that could educate him along the wrong path, the internet is disabled, and the fiction always presents the best scenarios in favor of Kira. I can't really protect him from television without risking suspicion, but most of the news is pro-Kira anyway.

Light added, "And remember what I told you before. The outside corridor is fine and so is sitting on a window ledge or the roof, but if you go into another apartment that is a crime called 'trespassing' and it would be very bad."

I don't need him tapping into the internet with someone else's computer. He needs his basic underlying education first.

Misa waved her arms and said, "But, Liiiiight, I haven't slept all night and I'm so tired! How am I supposed to sleep with him in the bed?"

"Get the futon for the floor, Misa. But be ready to wake up and wait on him if he needs cake. I've left the number of a delivery service next to the phone."

"But all my pajamas are lingerie! How am I supposed to sleep near L in that? Eww!"

Light said, "It's simple. Wear my pajamas. They'll be big on you, but they won't fall off."

L interrupted with, "Can I watch? I'm curious about the female body. I've been developing theories-"

"No! Pervert! Misa will change by herself in the bathroom, okay?"

As soon as Misa had closed the door, Light reached down and touched one of the wing-growths. L closed his eyes and moaned, tears gathering on his eyelids and trembling there. Light could feel, for the first time, blood pulsing through the stretched skin that could barely contain L's developing wings. The veins had spread across the surface and become larger, more noticeable. The growths were warmer than before, perhaps feverishly so.

The experience made him feel rather odd. He pulled his hand back reluctantly and tried to avoid L for the rest of the morning. It was easy at first. L did sleep some of the time, and Misa cared for him to keep him out of sight as much as she could. L rarely came to the investigation room at first, but by the afternoon, L was coming into the investigation room frequently.

Light tried to not let his eyes go to L, just as he'd long since schooled himself not to look directly at Ryuk while the uninitiated were around, but it was rather difficult not to. A night without any sleep and instead full of dealing with the startling fact of L being back, it had drained all of Light's energy. That tiredness pulled at him, along with the worry that L would suddenly collapse into a screaming fit on the floor, as had happened several times already.

So far, L had always had enough presence of mind to keep himself incorporeal when it happened, but Light's breath still caught every time an oblivious task force member would walk directly through L's screaming, writhing body.

When L was around and not in pain, he tended to perch on the back of Matsuda's chair, like some predatory creature waiting and watching, imperceptivity overlapping with the man in the chair to almost seem like a monster formed of merged bodies. L drank in every detail of his surroundings and was scarily perceptive about every new piece of investigative information, every tiniest lead that might contain a hope of tracking down Mello and the stolen death note.

It felt almost like old times; working together, with L's lightning-fast mind zipping ahead, alongside Light's own, to reach the same conclusions before anyone else. Having the dead return was not good. It was positively spooky. Especially the dead who might let out a bloodcurdling scream at any moment.

L still had a surprisingly large amount of energy for asking questions during his pain-free moments. He particularly wanted to know things about the detective novels he'd managed to speed-read in the bedroom, though Light couldn't answer in front of the others.

Light choked on his coffee severely when L said, "There are many scenes in these books where humans roll around in bed together, but the wording is as if something has been deliberately omitted. It is such a strange thing. Is rolling around in bed fun? I have thought of several experiments to try, but Misa is no help. She gets angry and calls me a pervert, so I thought I would ask you instead, Light. When you're free, shall we try the experiments?"

Matsuda came up behind Light and thumped his back vigorously, saying, "I'm sorry, Light. Did I make it too hot?"

Light sputtered into his cup and said, "No, I'm just tired today. Maybe the stress of everything has caught up with me."

L said, "Perhaps you can tell me in code. I've been working on several coded ways of talking that I think you could learn quickly. Oh, but that reminds me, I've also been conducting experiments in the bathroom by myself, and I would like it very much if you'd bring me a book about human anatomy. The dictionary isn't helpful enough, and Misa won't answer my questions. I think my body is similar enough to a human body that I should be able to find explanations for certain phenomena I've discovered."

Light stared at L and wished the shinigami would collapse in a screaming fit, but it didn't work. Despite Light's wishes, L's earnest, annoying face was still hovering in front of him.

Matsuda said, "I've been thinking, and I recognize the clues. I figured out Light's secret!"

Light's muscles tensed as his father and Mogi turned around to look and Ide said, "What?"

Matsuda said, "Oh, I was just thinking about it when I saw Misa putting the futon into the closet this morning, and then both of them have been so tired and grumpy all day! They're having relationship problems! They probably had an argument, and they're not sleeping in the same bed, and Light won't go back there at all, not even to grab a comb!"

This works as a better explanation for anything odd around here.

Light said, "Yeah, you figured it out. We've been having an argument about how to paint the ceiling. Misa thinks I've painted it wrongly and I think the smell of the new paint is giving both of us headaches. I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of us end up sleeping on the futon in here for a couple of nights."

L looked impressed and said, "Light, you have an excellent mind for lies. I'm sorry I questioned your intelligence earlier."

It was a lie that served Light well over the next couple of days, as L's bouts of pain became more frequent and intense, at last becoming so severe that L did nothing except stay in bed, screaming, his supernatural vocal cords never giving out, laying on his stomach as the only possible position, the huge balloon-like growths arching over him. Light invested in ear plugs to sleep at night and Misa found an excuse to take off on a short vacation to Hawaii with two of her model friends. For Light, there was no escape possible. L was tethered to him. Anywhere he might go, L would be there too.

The constant screaming towards the end was so intolerable that Light at last gave up on getting any work done, announced he had a terrible headache, and sent the entire task force home.

When the screams stopped abruptly, the silence felt eerie. Light walked to the back bedroom, his feet sounding loud on the carpet, and opened the door.

The wings had erupted. They were huge and feathery, spanning almost from one wall to another. At the moment, they were simply draped limply, obviously with no strength being used to hold them up in the slightest, and they looked bedraggled, slick with bodily fluids and a few streaks of blood. Bits of shed skin were littered across the floor.

L looked rather like some forlorn bird having struggled on the beach away from an oil spill and then sprawled out to die. Well, except for the color. The glop on L's wings was mainly clear and mucusy, instead of the dark color of oil, and the feathers themselves were a golden-tan color, mottled, slightly varying in hue to form complex patterns on the wings. They were narrow, long wings, pointed like a falcon's. They were gorgeous, even in their wet and messy state. Light's gaze traveled along them from one side of the room to another, taking in every detail, imagining how magnificent they must look when clean and dry.

In the bed, L was panting hard, looking exhausted, even beyond exhausted. Sweat glistened on his skin and stuck his hair to his forehead in a wet mess as he glanced back over his shoulder at Light, only to let his head fall back to the pillow with a tired sigh. His bandages were in a spread-out condition, sprawled over the bed in long loose loops, showing wide slices of exposed skin everywhere. In particular, L's buttocks were showing, two surprisingly round, pink globes. Light couldn't help but think of what else was probably under there, shielded by nothing except L's body.

Light suddenly realized that he had a tremendous cleaning task to do. All the mucus and streaks of blood would need to be removed and disposed of. Flushing the evidence down the toilet would be best, just in case Near's spies were monitoring all outgoing trash.

In a few minutes, Light had left and returned with a bucket of soapy water, a bucket of rinse water, and several sponges. When he sat down next to L and began to clean the wings, L only let out a relieved-sounding sigh and said nothing.

A/N (Author's Note):

Sorry that the sex isn't here yet, but it's nearly here!

Also, the fic ended up being more complex than I had thought; so I now believe it will probably be five chapters total.

I put a different explanation than canon about how Ryuk is able to mysteriously roam widely in the second half of the series, when both shinigami had been bound closely to the notebooks' owners in the first half of the series, and Rem's limitations in movement had been such a major plot point in those eight days after Higuchi's death.

Canon basically retconned Ryuk's wide roaming by having it simply happen without explanation in the series itself, and then introducing a new rule (that a shinigami could roam farther with permission from the human owner of its death note) in the supplemental material.

This different explanation is basically what I thought was probably happening in the series until I later heard the canon explanation, and I used this different explanation in my fic so that Ryuk can more easily be gone for the sexy times, but L can't get away from Light.
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