I Could Get Used To This

DN Mpreg IV

After his intimacy with Light, L returned to his observation setup with the monitors. He switched the cameras back on Light to record. They had successfully done their loop and hid their earlier activities. Even Light had made it particularly easy by lying back down on the floor where he was before, feigning or actually sleeping; L decided not to disturb him this time. Perhaps he should have kept recording. He would like to see that video again since he wasn’t sure how long he would have to keep Light prisoner. It would be a very long time, unless Light could prove his innocence, or if L could prove him of being Kira. No matter what happened between them, nothing would ever stop L from stopping Kira, whether it turned out to be Light or not.

After sex, the raven haired lad always felt tired, worn out, or relaxed, but this time it was different. He felt strange, as if his skin was crawling. He scratched his arms with his blunt nails, but that did no justice. When he squat down in his rolling chair, his abdomen gave a sudden lurch, surprising L with agony. His insides felt like boiling water was being poured on them. He placed both hands on this gut, hoping that just by touching it, the pain would decease. However, it continued to torment him. His insides were twisting, knotting together. His lower abdomen, just above his pubic bone, began to hurt the worst. It felt as if his bowels were disintegrating inside him.

It was excruciating. The detective screwed his eyes together in pain, biting his lip and hissing through is teeth. He thought that perhaps he needed to use the bathroom, but he found it impossible to stand. The pain was unbearable. Tears sprinkled on his bottom eyelid.

Had his diet of sugar and sweets finally caught up with him? Had his stomach finally torn itself apart from sugar-overdose? But how can that be? Even L kept a decent diet of the seven food groups. Yes, he had more sweets than what was necessary, but he made up for it by decent meals with protein and vitamins. And even though sweets were his favorite, he did not consume as much in everyday life unless he was on a case that needed some very serious input on his behalf.

He realized he was sweating. His hands were clammy and his body was trembling. He was sick, nothing to it. Perhaps the cheesecake slice he had consumed earlier had been out of date?

He collapsed on the floor, letting out a hiss of pain, and curled up in the fetal position. Was he dying? Had Kira somehow discovered his name? Or is this Light’s doing?

He had to will it away, somehow. He closed his eyes and started to count back from one hundred.

‘One hundred...ninety-nine...ninety-eight...ninety-seven...’

His stomach still clenched and burned, and a new symptom of nausea came, but the detective still counted, trying his best not to think about the pain.

‘Sixty-three...Sixty-two...Sixty-one...Sixty...Fifty-nine...Fifty-eight...’

“Ryuuzaki. Ryuuzaki. L.”

“Nnng.”

L was aware that someone was shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes, vision blurry, and realized he was on the floor under his desk. He looked up and saw Watari’s wrinkled face looking down at him.

“Mmr,” he groaned, pulling himself up in a sitting position. “Wha’ time izit?” he asked groggily.

“It’s five-thirty,” Watari said, grabbing L under the arm and helping him stand, “You must have fallen asleep watching Light-kun on the monitor.”

“Yes...” L blinked, looking confused about something. “Yes, that must be what happened.” He rubbed his neck, trying to work out a crick.

“Are you feeling okay, Ryuuzaki?” Watari asked.

“Hm?” L blinked at him and rubbed his stomach. The pain had subsided, but it rumbled in hunger. “Yes, I’m fine. A little hungry.”

“I’ll fix you a nutritious breakfast,” Watari said as he scooted out of the room.

L rubbed the sleep from his eyes and lowered himself on his chair, his eyes fixed on the monitor. Light slept soundly with his eyes gently shut and his mouth agape. A dreamy look crossed his features. The detective ran his tongue over the top row of teeth in his mouth, feeling how furry they were. A good brushing was needed before he started the day.

He shuffled into the bathroom and began brushing his teeth when Watari made his presence known again.

“Ryuuzaki,” the old man said. He spoke in English, even with a Japanese name.

“Hrm?” L looked over to him with his mouth foaming with toothpaste.

“I was doing laundry last night,” he said, “And one of your undergarments has a blood stain on it. On the rear.”

L cocked his head.

“I’m worried about your health, Ryuuzaki.”

L turned his head and spat out the remnants in the sink. “Thank you for your concern, Watari, however, there’s nothing for you to be concerned about.” He rinsed his mouth out with water. “I did indeed bleed for a small while, but it was purely hygienic and the problem has cleared itself.”

“I see,” Watari said, “Should I get you some ointment for it?”

“That won’t be necessary,” L said, “The problem has already cleared, but if it should arise again, I will contact you.”

Watari nodded and left L alone in the bathroom. The raven haired lad successfully succeeded in making his old caretaker into thinking he had a case of hemorrhoids instead of having a dick shoved up his ass for his own pleasure.

‘Note to self,’ Ryuuzaki thought as he flossed, ‘Do not let Watari see bloody underwear.’

When he returned to his little alter of monitors, computers, files, and sugar cubes, he saw that his suspect was awake in his cage. Light was sitting up with his back against the wall and his head hung forward so his face could not be seen. This displeased L.

“Light-kun,” he announced over the system, “Good morning.”

The brunet lifted his head. His eyes had dark circles under them that could rival L’s, but he lifted his head up to the camera pointed in his direction and gave a scowl.

“Is it morning?” Light asked.

“It is for you,” L granted. He refused to admit that it was indeed morning because he enjoyed his suspect to be kept off a schedule he was so used to. Yet, it did not seem to prevail to his liking. Light was smart and always knew around what time of day it was even when being confined to a cell. Did he count in his head?

“Watari will bring you something to eat in a while,” L said, noticing that to his right was a tray of assorted fruits and sweet biscuits.

“I’m not very hungry.”

“You should eat, Light-kun. I do not want Kira to die of starvation. That would be degrading to him, would it not?”

Light’s scowl deepened. He literally growled. “I am not Kira.”

“Until it has been proven otherwise,” L said, grabbing a handful of raspberries.

Light turned his head and muttered some profanity in L’s direction.

L switched on another microphone and turned off Light’s. “You did not sleep, Yagami-san,” he said.

Soichirou sat on the cot, hands together on his lap. He was not restrained and could move about unlike his son. His eyes lifted up to the camera. He also had dark bags under his eyes, nearly looking like L’s.

‘How flattering,´ L thought wittily in his head.

“No,” Soichirou said, “I could not sleep last night. Not while thinking that my son is in another cell.”

“Your son openly admitted to being Kira—“

“He openly admitted that he believed there was a chance that he was Kira because of your constant pestering!”

“I only follow the evidence, Yagami-san.”

“There’s hardly any evidence.”

“But the very little evidence we have points to your son.” He cut off the mic momentarily to chomp down some fruit before he switched it back on. “You have the privilege to leave at your command.”

Dark eyes looked up to L’s through the monitor. “I will not leave until my son is no longer confined.”

“That will be awhile.”

“I’m in no hurry.”

L didn’t say anything. He cut off his microphone and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Watari,” L called, aware that the older man’s presence was in the room. He lifted himself from his chair and stretched his back into shape. “I’m going to shower before the others come. If I’m not out before they arrive, please inform them on our progress.”

“And what would that be?”

L looked back to the monitor where it showed Light crawling on his knees to a better position.

“That no progress had been made so far.”

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It was day seven since Light was incarcerated. L spent all his time sitting in the same chair, stacking the same sugar cubes, and watching the same monitor, although he switched his attention to Misa a few times. He asked a few questions here and there, but it was starting to irritate him every time she called him "Stalker-san". After cutting his interview with Misa short, he talked to Soichirou some, but not for long. When he saw Light's monitor, he saw the boy was nodding his head up and down, his eyes were droopy with sleep. L cut on the microphone.

" Light-kun, it's only been a week. Are you all right?" he said, feigning concern for the suspect.

Light lifted his head up, trying to blink away the sleepiness. "Yeah..." His eyes were hidden by the shadows casted by his bangs. His eyes looked to Ryuk who stood in the room, looking immensely bored. It was time to put his plan into action. "I know I must look pretty bad in here but... this pride... I'll have to.. ...get rid of it."

L narrowed his eyes, his thumb in his mouth. What did that mean? He nibbled on the nail.

Ryuk looked at him, then his large smile spread into a goofy, toothy, almost too gleeful looking smirk. "Okeedokey then." And with that, he walked toward the wall and through it, and he was gone.

Light waited awhile. L didn't speak. And then it happened. Like a slate was being wiped away or the diagram on an Etch-a-Sketch had been shaken gone, or small hairs were plucked one by one, his memories of everything he had done--the Death Note, Ryuk, him being the real Kira--it all faded away until it was gone. His eyes suddenly widened. 'What am I doing here?' "Ryuuzaki, it's true that I suggested the confinement idea and chose this for myself but..." He desperately looked to the video camera, hoping that the cold detective could see the sincerity in his eyes, that he was telling the truth, "I just realized that this is pointless!!" He pleaded desperately to the detective he couldn't see. "That's because... I'm not Kira! Let me out of here!"

What did he actually expect? For L to just say "Okeedokey," and release him after he confessed that there was a chance he was Kira? Even Light wouldn't let him leave after that.

L wrinkled his eyebrows. What had just happened? Before his eyes, Light's entire persona suddenly shifted. He was still Light Yagami, but something was different. He didn't look, but he could feel the other investigators shift slightly. They also noticed Light's sudden change.

He switched the microphone on and leaned forward to talk into it. "I can't do that," he announced, "I promised you I wouldn't let you out until I determined whether or not you are Kira. That was also what you wanted."

Light's eyes softened, almost looking hurt. Was he feigning it? "I did say that but..." L made sure the tape was recording. It was. "Something was wrong with me then! Do you really think that Kira could do such things without being conscious of them? I don't know what kind of power Kira has but he definitely exists and has committed these acts by his own free will! I have no consciousness of such acts, so I can't be Kira!" How was he supposed to plea his innocence if he couldn't even confront his accuser? This was getting him nowhere!

"I, too, do not believe that Kira had no awareness of his actions, but if you are Kira, everything still fits if we assume you just can't accept the fact that you're Kira. The killings stopped immediately after you were confined. I believe you are merely hiding the fact that you are Kira."

Light's mouth opened and closed before he talked. "Ryuuzaki, listen carefully, I swear I'm not lying." As if he would believe that. "I'm not Kira!" And he knew it was fruitless to keep repeating himself because he knew L would not take him seriously, but it was all he could do. "I must have been framed. I can think clearly now and that has to be it."

The world's greatest detective cocked his head to the side, studying his suspect like a specimen. "Framed...?" he repeated, rolling the word off his tongue like it was a cube of sugar, "Listen, Light-kun, the only people who know you are being confined are the ones in this room, yet the killings stopped as soon as you were locked up..."

"Then somebody there is Kira!" He interrupted, "I'll help you investigate. Let me out!"

L chewed more on his thumb. 'What's going on with you, Light Yagami? You're not making sense' He stared into those caramel eyes that were wide with desperation. 'Yet... for some reason it feels true...'

"Hurry and let me out, we're wasting time!"

"No, I cannot let you out."

Light grit his teeth. This was so frustrating! 'Damn it... Why is this happening...?'

"Do you think he's being sincere?" Matsuda asked aloud.

L knew the only one who could answer was himself, but even he was not entirely sure. "I don't know," he admitted, "Yagami-kun is very manipulative. He could be lying through his teeth."

"How long are you going to keep him in there?" Mogi asked.

The raven haired lad took a long sip of his--how many had it been?--cup of coffee. "Until I prove he is Kira, or not."

"What about the chief?"

"Yagami-san can leave anytime he wishes. He is staying of his own free will. I will not stop him if he chooses to leave."

The other investigators chatted with themselves, but L tuned them out. He was too busy watching Light more closely now. Was he acting or was this the real thing? No, he knew Light was Kira, more than anything else. But what if he wasn't? What if he wasn't...right now? His theory of whether Kira could give his powers from one person to another came into his head. Was that what could have possibly happened? Had Light suddenly lost his Kira powers and with that went all the memories he contained? Or was this all a hoax set to set him free? L was very skilled in picking out when people were lying and telling the truth. He could spot the signs like X's on a map. However, Light didn't show about the usual signs of one lying except for repeatedly stating that he was innocent; and yes, innocent people also repeated they were innocent, but very few actually confessed to the crime.

He would have to keep a much closer watch on him, using all his time and energy on watching Light Yagami.
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Several days passed and L's only schedule was to watch Light. He hardly left the station of monitors unless to use the restroom. He lived off sugar to keep himself awake so he could watch his suspect. When he wasn't watching Light, someone else was. He was constantly tired, but he kept himself awake for days until exhaustion took over, and he would take a quick power nap. Several times he was woken by Watari, telling him either to eat something nutritious or that the other investigators were on their way. Coffee was his own substance for energy. Now a week and a half had passed by and still Light kept up his innocence act, never faltering. He had chewed on his nails until there was only skin and blood began to show. L and Aizawa argued more frequently, most likely because L's patience was wearing thin. When Matsuda made a comment that he should sleep more because the shadows under his eyes were becoming darker, he took his frustration out on the unsuspecting ditz.

"Yes, Matsuda, I am quite aware of how tired I am, seeing as how it is I that is staying up day and night, watching Light-kun to see if any break in the case might happen or he may confess, or did you forget that he is my number one suspect, and that I was only doing this for fun?" His lips were twisted tightly. Matsuda's eyes were wide as if he had just been slapped. This caused for another argument between L and Aizawa, until Mogi joined.

And poor Matsuda was only trying to help, but L always snapped at him in some way. Never full out yelling, but bitter, sarcastic remarks. Apparently Watari had witnessed it.

"Ryuuzaki," the older man said when he came through the door, "I've drawn you a bath. Let Aizawa-san and the others watch the monitors while you take it. I'll come and get you if anything happens."

L set down his teacup and sighed. "Yeah, that sounds good." He picked himself up and walked up the stairs. A bath had indeed been drawn, and by the smell, Watari had added some relaxing bath salt. He stripped off his clothes and then slowly stepped into the tub of hot water. Instantly his muscles began to loosen out of their tightness when he slipped under. He let out a relaxed sigh and covered his eyes with a damp rag. He was so tired that he didn't hear Watari open the door.

"Ryuuzaki."

"Hmm?"

"May I discuss your actions today toward the investigation team?"

"I suppose."

"What you did was uncalled for. You should apologize."

"I've had a lot on my mind, with the case and all."

"That's no excuse. We all understand the stress you're going through, but you need to respect your co-workers."

"Then they should start respecting my authority over them."

"They are here because they chose to be." The older man's voice was now becoming more stern and scowling. "You're acting like a child, L. If you're going to act like an immature brat about things, then perhaps I should treat you like a child."

L lifted one side of the rag to point one bleary dark eye in Watari's direction. "I believe I am too old to be turned over your knee and spanked, Watari."

Watari's wrinkled lips were tight. "We can see about that, L. You, of all people, should know that my appearance doesn't give me justice to what my abilities are."

He turned to leave L to his bath.

"Watari."

The older man turned around.

The raven haired man removed the rag and leaned on his arms on the bathtub rim. "I am aware of my strange behavior these past days. I usually keep my irritability under control, but it seemed that I am unable to. I...don't really know what's wrong with me."

"This is the toughest case you've had, and you've never had to work with anyone on such a personal level before. I can see that you're stressed."

"Yes, that seems to be it."

"Just try not to snap at Matsuda too many times. He's been looking as if he could burst into tears every time you get onto him."

L sighed for the third time that day. He ducked his head below the water so that the water line was above his nose and below the eyes. Watari left and shut the door behind him. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he get his emotions under control? It was as if his fuse for patience was suddenly nonexistent. And he did not mean to snap at Matsuda, but he couldn't stop himself. Was there something wrong with him? Of course not! He was just stressed and frustrated.

He submerged himself in the tub. He kept his eyes open underwater, looking up at the ceiling through the water's ripples. There was no use in meddling in past events. He had a case to solve and a criminal to convict.

After setting his priorities straight, he re-emerged and started to shampoo his hair. When he had thoroughly cleaned himself, he still laid in the tub. His head floated just enough for him not to choke on water. Even with the water only lukewarm, he still remained in the tub, relaxing and listening to the sound of flowing water in the pipes.