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Fever Dreams	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 31
I need to take control of the situation fast. In particular, I need to make sure it doesn't turn into a fight of three against one, or they'll certainly be able to snatch the death note away from me.
Light said, "You think you remember everything, but you don't remember as well as I do. This notebook has a corrupting influence on your memories. Kira has implanted exactly the right memories for you to follow his plan, until he erases them again. I've been through this three times before, so I'm more resistant to the process. You need to let me have the notebook before you do something dangerous with it. The only way to stop Kira is to burn this notebook. Trying to smuggle it out is insanity and will only lead to everyone here being killed."
L's only response was to yank, but Light held firm, refusing to be dislodged and crowding L against the wall so that he couldn't make any drastic movements.
Light looked at Namikawa and said, "The moment Ryuzaki is left alone with it, we're all dead."
This should make them paranoid about the possibility of L snatching it away from me, and even if I do lose my memories, this means there's a chance Mido or Namikawa will complete the task for me.
Mido gripped L's shoulder in his hands and said, "Until we've decided what to do, Ryuzaki, I don't want you to have it."
Namikawa said, "Mido, don't touch the notebook. It is entirely possible that both of them are deluded and Kira means for us to fight with each other. If Kira can change people's memories when they touch that thing, then we'll be contaminated as well if we touch it."
L will call in Watari at any moment, unless I can make headway fast. He's only been delaying up until now in hopes that I'll reveal evidence of myself as Kira.
Light pinned L against the wall, both of them with their hands squeezed between their chests, gripping the death note. It was the most effective position for not letting go.
Light said, "I can prove what I say is true. I'll show you now."
With all the loudness he could muster, Light screamed, "Rem!"
The sound of the jackhammer stopped, and a few moments later Rem was dropping over the edge, into the pit. She landed with no sound at all, incorporeal, overlapping with Mido and Namikawa.
Light said, "Rem, take the death note away and drop it into a fire. That is all I require of you."
Rem said, "I cannot do that. He is now the owner. I cannot take it from him by force, I could only kill him and take it. Do you wish me to do so?"
L said, "Interesting. Then you have to obey me, shinigami?"
Rem said, "I do not have to obey anyone. Light, should I kill L now?"
Light said, "Don't kill him. Remember our deal. Nobody dies."
L said, "You're ordering Rem not to kill me? Why? And why would Rem obey someone who isn't an owner? You must have discovered a way to gain some control over the shinigami."
For the first time since L had become an owner, Light saw a bit of doubt in his eyes, and Light's heart jumped at the thought.
Light said, "Rem, then carry both of us, just like this, to the nearest fire. I'll sort it out with him when we arrive."
Rem was suddenly very solidly physical and had wrapped an arm around both of them. Light was crushed hard against L, the death note trapped between their bodies, their arms pinned in place. Light couldn't see much other than L's shoulder and Rem's bony torso as the shinigami ascended the pit in a series of stomach-wrenching lurches, but he could feel L trying to kick.
Only our legs and our mouths are free to move. L will kick and bite.
I have to keep him from thinking that Rem might be protecting Misa. If I can just keep him from saying anything about it long enough to destroy his memories, I'll win. The focus needs to be on me.
Their knees were jostling together, Light feeling how L was trying to get into position for a vicious jab to the crotch. Light countered by keeping his legs firmly closed and pushing back.
Light made sure to bite first, right where L's shoulder met his neck. Light couldn't reach the windpipe, or he would have tried to strangle L into unconsciousness. L yelled and then returned the favor, a mere pinch at first but quickly becoming brutal. The stabbing pain of L's nasty bite made Light instinctively try to jerk backwards, though there was nowhere to go, and in return he dug his teeth in harder, tasting mud at first, and then blood as his teeth broke the skin.
Everything around them was a confusion of dizzying motion, with wind rushing past and the lights L had placed on the floor flashing by one by one. Light felt sick and giddy. His eyes were watering from the pain, and a desperate instinct was rising up within him, an almost irresistible urge to shake off L's bite at any cost, even if it meant stopping all struggles and letting go of the death note.
Alarmingly, L was making an incredibly agile twisting motion with his neck and kind of chewing sideways, and it was hurting unbearably worse. He was actually succeeding in moving around from the side of Light's neck more toward the front. Light bucked back at him, trying to twist away, his desperation surging. If L could manage to complete the action, he could end up in a position to cut off all air and decisively gain the upper hand.
Just as Light thought he couldn't take another moment of the burning pain, Rem hit the stairwell's wall, tearing off the door and a fair amount of the structure immediately surrounding the door. L stopped biting at the same moment as Light. Debris rained down briefly, but Rem was shielding them. Still clutching them, she was in the process of placing them upright on their feet. Light could feel L shifting around and tensing, ready for something. What was L's plan?
This is it, I can't let go.
Light could see, through the gap blasted in the wall, Namikawa and Mido both dangling in the air and approaching fast, both silent, looking grim.
That's right, I can't see Ryuk now. He wants more complications here.
Rem still had L and Light crushed together in the same position, though they both had their feet firmly on the floor, as if she were waiting for an order to let go.
Light braced himself as well as he could and said, "Now, Rem!"
Light lurched backwards and tried to twist the death note from L's hands. L went completely limp in every way except that he did not let go. He was a dead weight. Light pulled him forward cautiously, watching for a sudden movement. The small fire was just behind him; he couldn't see it without turning but he could feel its heat, hear its crackling, and see the flickering on the walls.
Mido and Namikawa were quietly deposited near L's trailing feet by invisible Ryuk. They both looked confused and stunned.
In a toneless voice, L said, "Why does Rem obey you? What was the deal you mentioned?"
I've got to keep him from talking.
As Light dragged L slowly forward he said, "I gave up a lot to get this amount of limited control over one shinigami. You have no idea of what I've been through, how much I've sacrificed to keep everyone alive through this. You're still deluded but my mind is clear for the moment-"
L hissed, "Don't patronize me. You are lying. Tell me the full truth for once."
Light could suddenly hear the sound of a wall collapsing somewhere not too far away, the growling motors of heavy machinery echoing loudly.
Watari's crew will be here quickly. Even if I get the death note from L, will I forget fast enough to let him pull it out of the fire? I need to get the others to subdue him.
Suddenly L rotated on his hips while still lying on the floor, swinging both feet around to trip. Light barely managed to keep his grip while jumping and letting L's feet pass underneath him.
I'm almost to the fire, but I have no time.
Light screamed, "Kick him, tickle him, I don't care what you do, just make him let go, or we're all dead. Can't you tell he isn't in his right mind?"
L continued the motion of the kick into a full-body-twist, flipping over and nearly wrenching the death note from Light's hands. Mido grabbed L's feet, which kept him from twisting further, but got kicked in the jaw for his efforts, splitting his lip. Namikawa stood to the side, arms crossed, looking undecided.
Light pulled L closer to the fire. It was becoming painfully hot on his back, the fire a beating presence that he was highly aware of despite not seeing it yet. L kicked backwards again and Mido jumped away.
He won't let go, he simply won't let go. There's no time.
Light hooked a leg in the crook of L's elbow and made a tremendous twisting yank that caused them both to end up in a tangled mass, as close to the fire as it was possible to be without getting burned.
There was only one more thing to do, only one possible way to win. Light gritted his teeth and with all his strength shoved the death note into the fire, screaming at the absolutely intolerable pain, trying to focus his mind on keeping it in the fire, hearing L scream. Light's hands were burning and burning, and it hurt almost beyond belief, beyond reason.
The world was narrowed almost nothing other than the burning torture, it wouldn't stop, it wouldn't stop. It was almost impossible to keep from snatching his hands back, but he kept them there, hating L and screaming, seeing L screaming too at his own burning hands, both of them unwilling to let go, L still exerting force to try to pull the entire notebook out of the fire but Light wouldn't let him, he wouldn't let him.
L's eyes were watering, tears streaking through the dirt down his face, and Light was choking and screaming and it hurt too much to think and then suddenly they were both jumping back at once and Light didn't understand. He beat his arms against the ground, screaming with every movement, to put out the fire on his sleeves. And it wouldn't stop hurting. He was sobbing. It still felt like his hands, wrists and parts of his arms were burning, though they were not. On his hands he saw red, raw oozing flesh and cracked skin trying to peel off and little black pieces and mottled patches of odd whitish-yellow stuff.
He was taking in big gasping breaths between screams, squirming on the floor, holding his hands up, some instinct telling him that if he could just get in the right position it would stop hurting but it kept hurting, a deep, hot burn, feeling as if the fire had eaten entirely through his skin and was settling into his bones.
People were suddenly swarming around, all wearing protective suits, some carrying stretchers. Light looked to L and saw him curled up on the floor, thankfully with his clothes not on fire, his hands also in the air, though it was hard to tell the damage to them, as they were so dirty. Tear tracks had left wide streaks through the dirt on each of L's cheeks.
And then people were grabbing Light, using scissors to snip away the half-burnt remains of his sleeves and shoving his hands into a bucket of cool water that soothed but did not stop the pain. Light could think, though, and he stopped screaming so much and started breathing more. He glanced over to see L being given the same treatment, while Namikawa and Mido were being placed into body bags, unresisting.
He was completely bewildered. He couldn't remember how they'd gotten out of the pit. He could remember shoving his hands in the fire, but not why, or why L would choose to do the same thing at the same time.
Had Kira accomplished his goal, whatever that was?
Something had happened before with my memory, and it happened again. We're both hurt. Kira somehow forced us to burn ourselves. And we didn't find any clues. Damn it, I think Kira won. Or, at the very least, Kira was toying with us.
Light watched L's hands being removed from the bucket, dirty water streaming down, and then clean water being poured over them from a bottle. With the filth being removed to show the skin, L's hands were bright red, with blisters already forming. Light hated Kira bitterly; it made him insane that he couldn't reach out and immediately destroy Kira. He breathed slowly, carefully, closing his eyes and trying to shut away the pain, trying to go over what he did remember, trying to formulate a plan to catch Kira before it was too late.
If Kira can control us, why did he only force us to burn ourselves? Why not do something worse? Is this a warning, or a clue?
Watari's voice came out of receivers worn on the belts of the workers, saying, "There are reports of the box leaving the pit. Try to save it."
Three workers ran off.
That's right, there was a box with nothing in it except a plastic bag. Is that the clue? Why, and how, did we end up over here?
Light was being pushed backwards onto a stretcher, multiple strong hands supporting him and moving him. Several workers were continuing to tend to his hands, every slightest touch or jostle to his burns incredibly painful, the disinfectant stinging. Light wanted to kick in retaliation but instead he held his hands up for them to continue. He was exhausted. His mind kept running around in circles every time he tried to think of how the trick had happened, and why. There had to be some trick, but it was completely elusive.
He remembered fighting with L, but not why. He remembered biting each other at the same time, but not where they were when that happened. He remembered telling Mido and Namikawa that "Ryuzaki" was crazy and begging for their help.
Light kept remembering that look of pure, blazing hatred L had given him. Just thinking about it made chills run down his back and an uneasy feeling twist in his stomach.
He couldn't help but think that it was all just Kira amusing himself, a pointless diversion. That was better than the possibility of dying but it was infuriating.
Kira is a horrible bastard. If only I could catch him, pay him back for this. I would love to see the look on his face when he realizes there is no chance for him to escape.
Light saw L going out on a stretcher, and then he was hoisted up and carried too. A cloth was placed over his face.
They don't want to make our injuries worse with body bags.
Light panicked. He couldn't see, he wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to see L. He wanted to know what was happening. He mindlessly grabbed the sides of the stretcher, flinching and screaming at his mistake, feeling the sickening tearing sensation of skin slipping loose from flesh. An instant later, strong hands were holding him down and he felt the sharp pinch of a needle in his arm.
Everything faded very quickly after that.
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