Dread Summons Met

Light experienced the most vivid dream he has ever had that night. He thinks back to the time before he was incarcerated and never before had he dreamt so vividly.


Always in black and white, and always cold and emotionless. But this dream is full of vibrant hues. Scarlet blood. Indigo shadows. Putrid greens. Hollow blues.


He is running and that should have been his first clue that it was a dream but his mind did not find it necessary to clarify. Running away from something and towards it simultaneously. A simple chant echoes through his mind that he is not Infact, Kira. But then there is L and the pale face now looming over him is full of accusation, and… pity?


“You are Kira, Light” He says in his dead pan voice. Light instantly crumbles to the gravelly ground.


“How can you be so sure?”


“Because I am L.” There is a bright flash off in the distance and Light knows that this is apocalypse and it is fast approaching. L is swept away by the wicked wind from the blast.


Light sees him in a house. Secure from the fallout. Surrounded with what he knows is 6 inch leaded walls to protect. But there is a small window and he is allowed to look in. He sees L smiling. He is typing rapidly at the main computer console and chatting away with some one. But who?


He watches through the heavy glass as L turns his back on the one he was so animatedly talking to, and Light finds himself screaming. How could L be so stupid?


“L! No He’ll…” but his words go unheeded as the figure L had been conversing with looms over him. A shadow turns his white shirt gray there is a flash of light. He witnesses a knife rise into the air suddenly falling like and echo of its guillotine cousin from century’s past and the knife is hilt deep in L’s back.


Light sees that it is his hand on the dagger. And it is his hands covered in blood. He brings the hand up to his face and stairs at the glistening burgundy. He is transfixed. He is mesmerized.


Missa walks forward from the shadows. A black as night frock hugs her form and small beautiful breasts pushed up by folds, are very visible above the dark corset the same color as L’s Life had been. Her milky skin is luminescent in the dull light. She smiles demurely and reaches out her hand towards him.


“You’ve done it my lord!” She sounds oddly hollow. Like only a recording of herself. “Let us reign together! I your queen, you my god.” Her voice booms in the small oddly tilting room.


"No.”


“Yes, my savior!”


“No, no NO NO NO!” Light clasps his hands to his head and feels claws digging into his skull. He pulls his hands away to see gray sallow skin and long black claws.


“NO!” He turns from her and runs blindly out into the snow of which he knows is a nuclear winter. His legs drag like they are in cement instead of radioactive snow. He is so cold. So lost. And now, so alone.


He falls to the ground and lets tears fall from his face. After all there is no one left. No one left to witness his weakness.


He feels hands at his shoulders lifting him from the ground. His tear filled eyes try to focus on the pale form before him. It is L. He is not dead!


“Are you sure this is the path you wish to take?”


“Yes.” His voice is weak.


“Good.” The detective doesn’t say another word but throws light onto his stomach on the snow covered ground and pulls his arms behind his back painfully.


“You have the right to remain silent…” Light was wrong, L is no companion. He is truly alone.


Light sits up in bed sweating and screaming. Warm arms wrap around him. But he fights them off. His mouth is dry and it feels as if he has bitten into an apple from the shinigami world.


His mind reels at how he knows what apples from the shinigami realm taste like? Another piercing pain rips though his skull.


“Ku ku ku”


“No no no no no no no no no.” Light falls from the bed gracelessly and scrapes his chin on the carpet. He blindly finds where the bed and the wall meet and curls in on himself there. His hands too afraid to clasp over his ears, he might feel claws. The laughing continues.


“Ku ku ku.”


“GO AWAY!” He screams but then warm arms wrap around him and it is L he sees. But this makes him more terrified.


“Get away from me! Please!” But L doesn’t listen. He holds him quietly. When Light allows himself to slacken some. L pulls Light into his lap like some over grown doll. And he cradles him there.


“…Just a dream. It was just a dream.” Light hears what L has been saying. His voice is a little high-pitched And Light seizes that knowledge that L has been unnerved and wraps it around himself like a warm blanket.


“What time is it?”


“4:30”


“All right... I have to go to the bathroom.” Light stood and as he stood it seems he left his shattered visage on the floor next to the bed. He is resolved and unshakeable again, hiding the fact that he can barely stand, and that his heart just might explode.


L allows Light to gather his clothes and head for the shower. Unlocking the cuffs and locking Light in the bathroom. He makes his way back over to the bed gingerly he picks up the capped and now empty needle, and slides it into the drawer next to his bed.


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Light was rather off all day. He couldn’t seem to focus and his mind kept returning to the dream he had last night.


He was depressed. He felt his heart swelled with Sorrow and pain. He feared it would swell further and explode and he imagined that the noise would be audible. A sickeningly wet pop.


It seemed his heart was pressing upon his spinal column and lungs, for his arms and legs were weak and numb and he had trouble breathing.


Everyone had noticed Light’s dark mood and his lethargy. His father was worried his son was becoming ill, and insisted L let him retire early.


L begrudgingly agreed, but truth was he had been planning to have an early night. He rose from his seat the teams eyes on him and Light who was sitting curled up in his chair much like L usually was.


He approached Light and when he placed his hand on light’s shoulders the shivering teen jumped.


Looking up at L with wide eyes, he allowed the detective to help him to his feet and up the stairs. He felt that his weakened state should have unnerved him. Should have angered him. But he was not angry.


He sat on the toilet and took the toothbrush after L had put paste on it and handed it to him. He brushed never taking his eyes from the detective.


He looked at him as if L might disintegrate where he stood. Or Punch him in the face. L was amused how the teen could handle both fear and worry. He smiled to himself when he though of how two faced it was.


“Raito kun, you had a dream last night and it really has disturbed you, may I be so bold as to ask what it was about?” L watched carefully as Light’s eyes fell to the cream coloured tile beneath his bare feet.


“I don’t remember.” A blatant lie and L could see through it but he didn’t press…yet.


When L made it a point to return the teen’s stare in earnest the youth quickly looked away and began brushing furiously. Spitting into the ceramic basin, he rose to his feet and waited for L to lead the way into the bedroom. But L first took a bottle of aspirin from the cupboard and offered it to Light.


“How’d you know?”


“I saw you rubbing your neck earlier, and your eyes get rimmed with red when you’ve got a headache.” Light shrugged and took the pill.


L hooked his arm around his “friend” and led him to the bed. He threw Light his nightclothes, purposely neglecting to give him the shirt and began to change himself.


“L?”


“Yes ratio kun.”


“I don’t want to be Kira.”


“Is that an affirmation?”


“I… If I am Kira… I want….” Light paused for a long moment. He looked sheepishly back at L. “Never mind. I’m just tired. I probably sound like an idiot right now. I never knew lack of sleep could get to me like this.” L bit the inside of his cheek.


“Light? You understand I’m attracted to you right?” L said around his thumb, as if he hadn’t just dropped this giant bomb. Lights jaw dropped as he stared at the detective.


“Wha…What?” It was very warm in the room Light noticed. He was glad that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.


“I have to say that Raito kun really can’t think when he is lacking sleep. I have been trying to show you for two weeks now that I am attracted to you. I like you.”


Light spun around and placed his hands on his knees trying to steady the wave of dizziness. He must be dreaming. He wiped the sweet from his brow and ran a hand through his hair.


“I… I noticed, but I thought you were just trying to get information out of me.”


“I was at first. But… I’ve come to see how much I actually enjoy spending time with you. And prior to this, I’ve never really enjoyed…anyone’s company. Ever.”


“I… I don’t know what to say…”


“Raito kun I know you dreamt about me last night.” Light froze. Was he a window? How was it that L could so easily see through him?


“I…yes. I had a dream with you in it. But how did you know?”


“You began crying and you called out my name.” Light began blushing brightly. L should turn on the air.


“Well you see-“


“I really like ratio kun” L cut him off and closed the distance between them. He looked like a cat ready to pounce. His sleek muscles bunched beneath his skin, coiled, ready to spring.


“No you don’t”


“I know what I feel Raito kun.”


“L if your hypothesis is true…”


“I know. But I already know what Kira is like. If you are Kira-” you are Kira “-then I know the part of you that is missing.”


“Your just confusing affection with interest.”


“Raito seems to have forgotten, that I have been watching Raito and researching him for months now. I know Raito. I know that when you were 8 you broke your right arm climbing a tree. I know this caused you to realize that you are ambidextrous. I know that when you were 7 your teacher wanted you to skip several grades but your parents didn’t want to take you away from your friends, but I know you didn’t really have any friends. I know when you where twelve you almost got kidnapped at the train station. I know that you are still a virgin.” L watched Light’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if Light was a virgin or not but it seemed he hypothesized correctly.


“I know you like consommé potato chips and you like peach cobbler. But only sometimes. I know you hated your 12th grade teacher. And the scar on your leg was when you wrecked your bike when you were twelve. I know you are ticklish on the back of your knees and your feet. And that you can curl your tongue in a W shape and you hate sherbet…”


“Stop it!”


“I know that you hold off on masturbating when you have a big test coming. But when you don’t have any test you don’t look at any reading material. Why is that I have wondered. My thesis was that Raito is highly intelligent and he has a very creative mind, he doesn’t need any. He certainly buys them but he doesn’t necessarily look at them when he pleasures himself-“


“STOP! I get it. You have completely invaded my privacy for the past several months. You know me, I get it.” Light looked more tired than scared.


“I like Raito Kun.” L said, moving closer to the teen. Light spun around when he could feel L’s breath on the back of his neck. With the breath he felt a pull in his abdomen. Oh no, not now! Light stood to get away from L and inform him of the fact that he would be taking a shower. A cold shower. “And now I know that Raito kun likes me too.” L pulled Light back down onto the bed so that he was facing L.


Light opened his mouth to answer but before he had the chance L Kissed him again. And this kiss was completely different from the last one. Filled with passion and animalistic need. L’s tongue tickling the roof of Light’s mouth with ferocity.


Light confirmed to himself that, yes he did like L. He liked him a lot. And this was good. This was very good. He didn’t even notice as L pushed him down on the bed and loomed over him, one hand behind his neck and the other on his thigh. Eagerly kneading his hip.


Light sucked in a breath but L didn’t let him fully replenish his lungs. L maneuvered the rest of Light’s body onto the bed by grasping behind L’s legs and pulling them up. So that the teen was curled against him. He finally released his lips and staring down at the teen, he could have devoured him. Those perfect swollen lips looked especially inviting.


He wanted to see that face again. The one that made his gut twist and filled him with such fire.


“Do you like me too Light?” L asked placing a hand over the thin fabric of Light’s pajamas. Caressing the already painfully erect muscle he found down there.


Red lights flashed behind Light’s eyes. This was dangerous. This would probably lead to his ruin. But he was filled with an inexplicable yearning. Something clicked in Light’s mind.


“That wasn’t an aspirin was it?” L smiled impishly.


“It was a simple over the counter aphrodisiac. Something I never placed much faith in actually working.


“Well I think it does.”


“And I’m thankful.” L laughed.