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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 36: Performance
When the door opened and revealed the scene, Mikami's gaze flickered quickly to L and then down again, averted.
Misa was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a sensible brown dress with a medium-length skirt, exactly the sort of thing that was more Yumiko's style than her own. Her feet were bare and Mikami knelt reverently on the floor in front of her, looking every bit the worshipper as he gently massaged her outstretched feet.
His hands and her feet were slippery, glistening with oil. From Mikami's angle, he could probably see up her skirt if he wanted to, but his eyes were firmly downcast. He reminded L of a dog that knew it had been bad and was cringing before its master. The white shirt he was wearing had spots of blood seeping through it on his upper back.
His details of death specified that he would become unconscious if he experienced anything more than mild pain. How is mild pain defined? Is it mild as long as Mikami thinks of it as mild?
Mikami had a basin full of sudsy water to one side with a sponge floating in it, and to the other side there was a large bottle of scented massage oil. Its citrus smell was overpowering.
The paper Mikami wrote his name and details of death on is truly from his murder notebook, that has been proven. However, there is still a very slight possibility that he did not commit suicide. It would be almost impossible, but if a person used enough mental power they could write down their own name without thinking of their own face.
There was a wooden cutting board, the kind with a handle, sitting on the bed next to Misa. She looked at L, seeming pleased and smug, and then picked it up, using it like a paddle to smack Mikami's back as he worked.
He let out another cry of pain, biting back the sound halfway through, and then said, "Thank you. I am sorry."
Asserting dominance over Mikami could help him to believe my lies. He wants to be ordered around by authority figures. However, it needs to seem like discipline and not bullying. It is important that he does not snap under the pressure. He must not feel as if what we are doing to him is like what bullies did to him as a child. Our discipline must be tempered with kindness. A little guilt would help as well.
L turned around and left the room, gathering his strength together as best he could and making his way back to the bathroom to raid the cabinet for medical supplies. When he returned with ointment, antiseptic and bandages, Mikami did not look up but immediately started speaking.
Mikami said, "L, please forgive me. I do not know absolutely who Kira is. If I knew Misa Amane was Kira, I would never drug you. If I knew Misa Amane was not Kira, I would have killed you instead of drugging you. It is a difficult situation. What I have done has been for Kira's sake, only for Kira's sake. I must be sure that I am saving the true Kira."
L replied, "Teru Mikami, you are extremely devoted to Kira. The extent of your devotion has surprised even me. It was a wise choice when Kira picked you to be her most important soldier. I forgive you."
I hope that doesn't sound too cheesy, but Mikami seems to have a very high tolerance for cheesiness.
Mikami said, "Thank you," and then went back to work on Misa's feet.
L tried to ignore his throbbing headache and reached over to dump the supplies on the bed beside Misa, sliding the impromptu bondage paddle out of her reach to make room for them. Hopefully she would get the hint and realize that there would be no more use of that instrument.
L said, "Teru Mikami, I need to look at your back. I see a little blood. We cannot let the wounds get infected."
Mikami glanced up with an intense look in his eyes and said, "It should be me attending to you. As soon as I am done with her, I can fulfill your needs. Would you like a massage? Are you hungry?"
"I am still suffering," L said, "but I have had much worse."
Now it is time to test it.
L went over to Mikami and unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off of him to see what Misa had done.
There were bruises there, shaped exactly like the wooden cutting board, and the blood that had spotted through the shirt was coming from a little bit of split-open skin in the middle of the bruises, looking scraped and raw but barely oozing any blood.
Mikami said, "This is nothing. I bruise easily, so it looks much worse than it is."
Perhaps he was even getting pleasure from it, since Kira caused these injuries. If he gets pleasure and pain at the same time, does it reduce the significance of the pain so that it counts as mild pain?
Without warning, L suddenly poured rubbing alcohol directly onto the broken skin. Mikami had a hissing intake of breath and in the next second his head fell to the side, his body following. L caught Mikami's slumping, unconscious body, lowering it to a comfortable position lying on its stomach. He finished disinfecting the wounds and applied bandages, then checked Mikami's breathing, slapped his face a few times to test that he wasn't faking it, rolled him over, and waited for him to wake up.
It was only a few more moments before Mikami's eyes opened, looking fuzzy and confused as if waking slowly from a deep sleep.
L crouched over him and said, "You fainted from the pain. I am sorry about doing that. I had to test the details you wrote, and I will not test it by writing your name. You are tremendously resourceful and your plans have shown impressive skill. I was hoping that you had bluffed me and had not truly killed yourself, so that we would not need to lose you."
Mikami blinked a few more times and then said, "I did not consider that. I do not think it would be possible for me to write my own name without any thought of my face entering my mind."
He looks impressed. His opinion of me is rising despite the disapproval he would naturally have for someone with my appearance.
Mikami gingerly got up, and then immediately went back to Misa's foot massage. Watching them, L could see the power dynamics, the way he responded to her, the bond that was growing. Mikami wanted to be dominated, and Misa had somehow known exactly how to do it, just how far to take things, and the physical touching between them seemed to be an important component of the process.
When Mikami was done with Misa, L had him fetch exactly the cake that L had been imagining, along with a number of other sweets, and then L sat on the bed and let Mikami give him a foot massage so good that he was almost able to forget about his headache.
The entire time, he watched Mikami for clues to his emotional state, and noted the way that Mikami kept glancing at Misa. It was demure, subservient and saturated with longing. There was something creepy in it, but it needed to be encouraged. Mikami's ultimate decision might end up being based more on emotion than logic. By the end of the massage, L had come up with a plan.
Under the pretense of keeping Misa from needing to visit physical therapists who might, in theory, be the weak point for Misa being tracked by the media back to the secret hideout, L assigned Mikami the task of helping with all the little physical exercises Misa had to do. Her arm and the side of her face weren't completely paralyzed, just mostly, and though the sheer effort of doing so drove her to tears, she could move them a little if she really tried hard. If she kept up a schedule of steady exercises, then she would have a greater chance of eventually regaining a good amount of movement.
Things settled into a little routine for the next week, almost comfortable, an illusion of normalcy. Mikami left on mysterious errands most days for at least a few hours, and he brought home countless documents, videos, and other pieces of evidence to study, often staying up late into the night. Whenever he wasn't working on figuring out the Kira issue or caring directly for Misa he was surprisingly domestic, cooking and cleaning with an obsessive vigor.
Rem made herself useful and discovered a network of hidden cameras Mikami had installed, sometimes even reporting on which videos Mikami was watching when he would lock himself into soundproof rooms. He seemed the most concerned with viewing L and Misa in bed at night. After that, L made sure to stage two cuddling sessions with Misa, always with their faces both completely hidden under the blankets, and enough layers of bunched-up blankets on top of their bodies to make it difficult to discern exactly what was happening. It was ostensibly for privacy but actually to prevent any possibility of L's revulsion being revealed as he pressed his body close to Misa's. The first experience left him shaken, sleepless and wanting to puke for a couple of hours afterwards.
For the second staged session, L decided to leave Mikami some evidence. L had previously masturbated in another room in a camera blind spot, and then he snuck his semen into the bed. After enough under-the-blankets cuddling to seem like foreplay, L humped the air just an inch above Misa's crotch for a minute, stopped, made a moaning noise, and then smeared his semen on the sheets. He knew Mikami did the laundry and would discover it the next morning.
It was filthy and humiliating but it got the job done, and thankfully Misa seemed to get it and she didn't try to turn it into anything more. L had prepared himself beforehand with meditation and with imagining the scenario over and over in his mind, until it was a well-rehearsed act and he felt able to go through it mechanically. He made himself numb, detached, his feelings all pushed down inside his belly in a tight knot. It hurt and it was difficult, but Mikami needed evidence to avert any possibility that he would question the relationship.
After that experience, L decided that there would be no more touching in bed. That one sexual display would have to suffice. There were plenty of married couples that only had sex once a month, and especially with the known possibility of being observed, more hesitancy to indulge in sex would be natural. Besides, Misa was physically damaged and pregnant. Many people had a low frequency of sexual encounters under those conditions as well.
Just when L had decided there would be no more trauma until Mikami made his decision, the routine they had all settled into for a week was broken up by an unexpected arrival. One day Mikami returned from a trip, but though L had heard the noise of the garage door closing and expected Mikami to appear within a couple of minutes, he delayed and did not come upstairs.
Instead, Mikami's voice came over the speaker system from the first-floor garage, saying, "L, you must help me carry the body."
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