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CHAPTER 3: Confused

As soon as he was alone, L tested the television, feeling a strange kind of shaky relief deep inside at finally having access to something at least slightly resembling his normal levels of stimulation. It wasn't as good as the usual situation of working cases and being able to move around independently and having Watari available to immediately provide for every food craving, but it was great compared to the former monotony.

He checked the news first of all, for any possible clues on what Kira had been doing lately, and found that the deaths of criminals had become very sporadic. They hadn't ceased altogether, but the few that did happen were rather spectacular controlled actions ending in Kira's signature heart attack to leave no doubt as to the cause.

Such actions had prevented the ordinary spike in crime levels that had occurred before whenever Kira seemed to have stopped operating. The entire world was wondering what Kira was planning next.

But, still, it was very few criminals altogether. Surely Light couldn't be so busy that he would neglect his obsession quite so much.

It is almost as if Light wishes to cease being Kira, but he doesn't want the world to react as if Kira is gone or vastly scaled-back, so he makes every kill truly count. Is that the correct interpretation?

Perhaps not. It would be extremely unlikely for Light to give up an obsession that he is so deeply invested in.

Sugar cravings hit L hard as he continued to scan the news on every channel, in the course of doing so discovering that there were quite a few channels from all around the world, including some very high-quality porn channels. He wanted access to his normal amounts of sweets, a comfortable chair to curl up in, the ability to nibble on a finger, to sip coffee and let his mind wander properly. Deducing in these conditions was simply barbaric.

They had been giving him meals that were considerably healthier than his usual fare. Desert was always present - it simply wasn't the majority any more. He'd said nothing about this, and was resolved that the issue would never be mentioned. Begging for more sweets would give them leverage, and that was unacceptable.

The next time Light and Misa showed up, L began asking about his name. Just in case, he didn't let even a hint of what it truly was slip out. He simply asked repeatedly, and in return they simply smiled their sly smiles and refused to answer the question. It gave him a little hope, that they somehow might not know. Still, unless Rem was entirely lying about how shinigami eyes worked, information that was mostly confirmed by what happened with Higuchi, then Rem at least should know even if Misa had somehow lost the power and Rem was somehow unwilling or unable to tell.

Rem was silent on the issue.

They woke him up later on, during the first deep sleep he'd had in a long time, in order to fuck beside him again. It played out almost exactly like the first instance, complete with offers of a consequence-free blow job and a very crude display of sucking his feet.

Despite every plan he made and every trick he tried, his life was falling into a powerless routine. Except for the television, there was little to do except think, and to have bodily needs attended to, and to watch Light and Misa fuck furiously, relentlessly, as if they were trying to prove something.

There was no contact with anyone else, not with the other captives who were supposedly also there but never seen, not with the hypothetical second shinigami. L even managed to leave nearly invisible surreptitious messages on the tile wall of the shower in soap-film for Watari, but there was never any answering message. Probably Light had noticed and made sure the walls were scrubbed between showers.

There was very little new information obtained by questioning Light, Misa and Rem. The media continued to tell the same sorts of baffling stories about Kira, with occasional starts and stops of the killings, highly erratic. Perhaps Kira was trying to be particularly unpredictable in order to throw a new enemy off his trail.

It was a terrifying and numbing routine to fall into, weeks continuing to go by according to the dates mentioned on the news. Light's injury continued to heal, the stitches disappearing and the edges of the former wound becoming less apparent, until nothing was left but a very thin pink line, only visible at some angles and distances. Though it was small and unobtrusive, there was something very satisfying about having given Kira a scar.

L did feel healthier. Bored and healthy. He slept for long hours each day, exercised, mentally worked on myriad plans, scoured the news for additional clues, did his best to pry more information out of the two Kiras and the shinigami, and yet little happened. His growing frustration seemed to result in bizarre dreams.

Some of the dreams were even about Light and Misa, the annoying and intrusive presence of the two rutting bodies becoming an ingrained feature of L's dreamscape. In that inhibition-free world, he broke free of his chains to touch their bodies as they had sex, placing his hands right where the furious movements happened, feeling the sensitive, swollen tissue there, Light's penis disappearing into her vagina over and over again, everything slick and well-lubricated.

Once, he even climaxed from the scene, pushing them both down, crushing their bodies as he wrapped the chain around and around them, trying to suffocate them but somehow, through the perversions of dream-logic, they were breathing and fucking and breathing and fucking just fine, no matter how tightly he twisted the chains, leaving blood and red welts on their bodies.

He pronounced them both guilty of Kira's murders and furiously masturbated over their bodies, splattering their surprised, up-turned faces with his ejaculate and waking to feel the oozing puddle on his belly, the only time in his captivity he managed to get sexual release through dreams and it was due to them, the two serial killers. It was extremely annoying that some anonymous dream-beauty hadn't brought him to orgasm instead.

Light soon appeared with Rem in tow, smirking and offering to send L to the shower, which L accepted, shrugging it all off under the warm water as a result of frustration and the quite deliberate implanting of ideas and images according to certain easily-deduced details of Light's plan.

Light's plan overall was still a mystery, but, with some horror, L began to consider that perhaps the plan was very long-term. There was no torture, no enforced solitude, no drugs, almost none of the things L had expected, but perhaps those things were not needed.

There was a very good way to convert anyone to a particular viewpoint, and it required a great deal of time to work. That way was to imprison a person without any serious mistreatment, offer companionship and kindness, and let the passage of years result in a compliant, devoted follower. It was sickening to think of the possibility.

All along, L had expected one of his many ongoing schemes to result in a break of some sort, but when the routines abruptly changed, it wasn't because of anything he'd done. Or, at least, if there were a connection, it wasn't one he could figure out.

It started when the door opened and Rem entered, holding a nude, struggling and terrified-looking Light, with Misa trailing a short distance behind. L lifted his head from the floor as far as he could to stare, and said the voice-activation word to turn off his television.

Instead of turning off, the screen suddenly showed a bunch of different viewpoints, of cells nearly identical to his own and holding prisoners in various states of dress or undress: Soichiro, Matsuda, Mogi and Aizawa. The persons L was most concerned with, Watari, Wedy and Aiber, were missing.

Just as Light had claimed, Matsuda was the only one with all his clothing, and he had merely a neck-collar to chain him to the wall on a long leash. Some of the rest had leashes, some were spread-eagled on the floor, and all had less clothing than Matsuda, right down to complete nudity. The amount of freedom they had was organized quite precisely according to each one's intelligence.

Light screamed, and everyone on the screen jumped, looking into their respective cameras.

"Can you hear me?" L called out.

The answers came from the screen:

"Yes!"

"I'm here."

"Is that you, Ryuzaki?"

"What's happening?"

They obviously can't see me yet.

Light said, "Ryuzaki, Dad! Everyone! Help me! Something has me here!"

Everyone on the screen reacted with tenseness and confusion to Light's voice, just a few cut-off mutterings but mostly stares and silence.

This is all according to Light's plan? Or is this an unexpected glitch? He could be merely pretending to lose his memories again.

Rem arrived next to L's body and roughly wrestled Light to the floor. When she had him pinned, she unfastened one of L's wrist cuffs and put it on Light's wrist, then did the same with one of L's ankle cuffs. She left the two of them chained side by side, each with only one arm and one leg restrained.

L said, "Misa, what is the meaning of this?" as he stretched his free arm and free leg, wriggling to get out the muscle kinks.

Misa smiled and said, "Light will be here with you for a while, L. It won't be long. I'll give you some chain, but if you hurt him, something very bad will happen to you."

This could be a test of my trust, to determine how compliant I am becoming. I am also being allowed communication with the other prisoners for the first time, so perhaps the purpose is to test whether I'll try to create escape plans.

Light whimpered and pulled at his cuffed wrist and ankle. The shoulder on the free side of his body rubbed against the shoulder on the free side of L's body, uncomfortably close. Light's gaze didn't connect with Rem's form at all as she retreated from the room alongside Misa.

It is possible that he neither sees nor remembers Rem.

L said, "Light, do you know what is happening?"

"I don't know! I'm sorry I imprisoned you here. Something was wrong with me at the time! We've got to get out of here!"

The chains loosened, more links exiting from the floor. Soon, L was able to sit up. There wasn't much space beside Light, who had been similarly loosened.

The moment the chains stopped, everyone on the monitor looked more alert and several said, "Ryuzaki!" at almost exactly the same moment.

L said, "Do all of you see me? Describe the scene you observe."

They all answered in the affirmative and gave fairly good descriptions. Soichiro was red-faced and ashamed, eyes downcast.

L said, "Now, in order to prove beyond a doubt that this footage I am seeing was not pre-recorded or tampered with, I want each of you to repeat a unique phrase I will give you."

L went through each of the four on the screen one by one, confirming them all as live video feeds while Light watched, looking very overwhelmed, his eyes wide and sad.

Right at the end, Light had an outburst of, "Dad! I'm not Kira! I know it seems as if I am, but... Kira is controlling my mind or something. I can't remember why I imprisoned everyone here. You have to believe me!"

There was a pathetic edge of desperation in Light's voice.

Aizawa shrugged his entire body and said, "After everything Light has said and done, we can't believe him now."

Soichiro looked up and in a fierce voice said, "We must prevail against Kira but.. it is still possible my son is innocent. Perhaps the real Kira is some kind of brain parasite, or the real Kira is the shinigami."

Light shivered and said, "This nonsense again? A shinigami?"

The expression of skepticism and incredulity on Light's face was quite genuine-looking.

This may be nothing more than a test of my loyalty, but there are opportunities here that are too good to waste. I will almost certainly have to attempt Light's execution soon.

L said, "Has anyone seen Watari, Wedy or Aiber? I would like to confirm if they are alive or not."

There was a chorus of denials from everyone except Matsuda.

Matsuda said, "They showed Wedy to me, in person, not on a screen. She's asleep in a hospital bed and she's got many machines hooked up to her. She's two floors down from me, and you have to go through three high-security doors with retina scanners to get there. I haven't seen Watari or Aiber, sorry!"

"Thank you, Matsuda. Now, all of you, I want to ask a question. Has Light or Misa been making sexual advances towards any of the rest of you?"

Soichiro sputtered, Aizawa and Matsuda both gasped, and Mogi simply had his jaw drop open for a few moments.

L asked, "Yes or no? This is important."

One by one, they all said, "No."

"Then it's just me," L said, "unless one of you is lying from shame. If you are, please do give us a full report. This knowledge could be important for the investigation."

Light placed his head in his hands and groaned.

L said, "Light, is that why Misa locked us here together? She wants to see if we'll indulge in sexual play with each other? We are close enough that it would not be difficult to do something."

Light said, "That's disgusting," and moved away as well as he could, which wasn't much, considering his short chains. Under his breath, so low that perhaps the microphones wouldn't pick it up, Light added, "Not while everyone is watching."

L said, "Light, what did you do to Naomi Misora?"

"I... I only," Light looked away, obviously distressed. His facial expression was far more realistic than it had been at certain previous times when he had definitely been acting, showing a raw openness that L hadn't seen since that night in the helicopter.

Light added, in a whisper, "I only talked to her for a time, I didn't do anything."

L said, "Did she tell you her name?"

Light hesitated, then his face went red, he closed his eyes, and said, "Yes. But I don't know how Kira kills. I didn't murder her."

"Yet you concealed this meeting between you and her from the investigation team until this moment."

Light said, "I knew I was innocent, and if I'd said anything, it only would have caused things to become difficult again! I wanted to catch Kira, and if I had told you, you might have kicked me off the team, or misdirected too much of your energy towards investigating me."

"You know that Higuchi was not the original Kira; you know the Kira who killed before you were first imprisoned had a completely different pattern than Higuchi. Who do you think is the original Kira?"

Light shifted where he crouched as if seeking a better position, pulling on his short chain-lengths, looking uncomfortable, and biting his lip. His eyes were distant, thoughtful.

At last, he said, "Kira is almost certainly someone on the investigation team, since he uses knowledge that nobody else should have. Kira was definitely followed by Raye Penber and was seen by the second Kira at Aoyama. The facts all fit this, and it can only be me unless... unless Kira is someone who reads minds and control people without killing them."

"If Kira can read minds and control people without killing them, then many of Kira's actions make no sense. Kira should have chosen to use these powers in many different ways, ways that did not occur."

Light closed his eyes and quietly said, "I know."

"It does not matter. Light, there is no doubt in my mind that you are Kira; the original Kira."

Light stayed silent, but his face showed severe agitation.

L said, "Light, there is one last thing I must ask. You erased your memories today for a reason. I am certain of this fact; I do not believe that Misa or the shinigami did this against your will. Can you deduce the reason you erased your memories this time? It is very important."

In a voice tinged with anger, Light answered, "I'm not Kira! I don't care how it looks. I know I wouldn't do things like that. I especially wouldn't do them and then not remember."

"Make these assumptions for the sake of the case. Assume you were the original Kira. Assume that you can erase your memories at will and regain them later. Based on these ideas, what would your reasoning be for erasing your memories this time? Your answer is likely a life and death matter for the rest of us."

Unless Light's deduction points us in a new direction, I must try to execute him as soon as he's finished thinking. Rem or Misa will kill me but... I might end Kira first.

Light sighed, rubbed the side of his face with his free hand, and stared off into space, thoughtful.

After a long time, Light suddenly said, "I have nothing. The only thing I can think of is, maybe this is a test of your loyalty, but I don't believe I would try something like this so soon. It's obvious you're still pretending, so... I don't know. If I am Kira, then Kira's reasoning about this memory erasure is a mystery."

Then, any moment now, as soon as I think Rem or Misa might not be paying enough attention to act in time.

With this limited movement and these short chains, it would be considerably difficult to snap Light's neck. Strangling takes too long, unless nobody is watching. I could break his nose with the heel of my palm and quickly drive the broken bone into his brain, but... this is not a good position for that move.

Light thought I might attack him and he arranged to make things difficult for me.

L stared. There was something about Light's wide, innocent-looking eyes that made a knot form in his stomach.

It isn't easy to execute a criminal who has truly forgotten their crimes, but this is my last act, and my most important one.

Even if there is only a small chance of killing Kira, I must take it, and not allow too much time to pass. I may never get even one more halfway-decent opportunity, or I may only get an opportunity after my mind has truly degenerated.

L spun as well as he could in his crouch, hooking a heel behind one of Light's chains to jerk him closer. It was almost enough, but the angle was wrong and Light struggled, almost slipping free.

Everyone else was yelling.

There wasn't enough space for a nose-shot or for any neck breaking. Light had planned the exact chain-length well. L managed to get the tiniest bit of slack in the chain wrapped around Light's neck, Light's head in his lap. Light got half a breath before L pulled it tight, choking him.

"Don't!" Soichiro yelled, "He's my son!"

Guilt struck L all at once. His hand trembled, the chain becoming slick with sweat, slipping, Light taking a huge gasp. L moved to re-tighten the chain, trying to push away Light's furiously thrashing knees, Light's bony shoulders surging up.

Matsuda said, "Don't kill Light!"

Light stopped struggling and looked up with a helpless expression. All the strength drained out of L's arms. He pushed Light down, climbing on top, taking shaky breaths. The chains were tangled, digging in here and there but off of Light's neck, revealing a delicate pattern of red marks.

Light looked exhausted, beaten. His lip was starting to swell. Wet tears glittered in his eyes, unshed.

Between pants, Light said, "Is that... how you would... stop Kira?"

It was really a dreadful feeling, a kind of intense shame welling up from deep in L's gut, and he was angry at himself, furiously angry, for not being able to continue the job.

Did Light plan this? Perhaps he evaluated my personality and knew that I would be unlikely to kill him in this situation, with innocence visible in his eyes and everyone watching and commenting on my actions.

L rested there, panting almost as hard as Light, his knees on either side of Light's stomach. Light suddenly blushed and looked at the wall, just as L felt something stiff hit barely above his tailbone.

L quietly said, "You have an erection, Light. It is pressing against my back."

Light didn't respond.

"What would you do," L said, "if I took it into my mouth? If I began to suck on it?"

Light barely breathed the words, "Not while everyone is looking at us. Please, don't do it."

The red chain-mark encircling Light's neck looked very pretty. L leaned down and licked the impressions softly, running his tongue along them, feeling every bit of texture. Light whimpered under the movements but didn't resist. Light's breathing was getting faster in response, and he was raising his chin, displaying the area for easier access.

L suddenly withdrew his lips and pinned Light's shoulders to the padded floor. Staring deeply into Light's eyes, he said, "What is all this about?"

"I don't know!"

"Why the sexual advances?"

Light hesitated, and then whispered, "Both of us like you. That's... that's all. There's nothing more. I promise I don't remember any more."

L wanted to punch him in the face, but instead he crawled the bare distance away that he could and huddled, thinking. It felt good to be able to sit with his knees up to his chest and a finger in his mouth.

In a few moments he felt Light's hand on his shoulder.

Light said, "I'll let you out. You and everyone else. I promise. Please help me."

"When whatever happens to you happens again, you won't."

"I'll fight Kira when he tries to take my mind again."

"When you realize you are Kira, you'll decide that if Light Yagami committed those murders, then they aren't really murders because Light Yagami isn't a murderer. Then you'll be back to Kira's thinking, and perhaps all of us will die. You disapprove of Kira unless Kira is yourself, and in that case you approve of him because you think you're perfect and above everyone else's morality."

The hand tightened on L's shoulder.

L sighed and said, "Light, listen to me. If this is the route you are determined to take, there is only one way to win against Kira. You must acknowledge your own prior guilt to yourself. You must be willing to reject Kira, even if Kira was really yourself all along. If you can fix this decision in your mind now and hold tight to it, you may have a chance. Save our lives. Reject Kira. Think hard now and commit yourself."

The television monitor went blank, and a second later the door swung open, revealing Misa and Rem. Misa stood there while Rem advanced.

L said, "Stay firm against Kira, Light. Your sanity is about to end, and, afterwards, your determination might be the only chance for all of us."

Light clung, grabbing L's closest arm, curling his body around. He looked scared and pathetic, but his eyes were on Misa, blankly looking right through Rem.

Light shouted, "Misa, what are you doing? Are you the real Kira? Ahhh-"

Rem pinned Light in that moment, untangling his body from L's own, and Light struggled hard against her as he was unchained and lifted up, even inflicting a few injuries on Rem that healed instantly.

"Light, you are Kira," L said, as he allowed Rem to re-cuff his free wrist and ankle. In the circumstances, fighting wouldn't do any good. It would perhaps even be harmful, distracting Light from the critical thinking he must do.

Rem carried Light away, as he struggled in her arms and yelled and at last even began cursing. The moment Light disappeared into the hallway, he suddenly let out the most alarming scream yet, a soul-wrenching sound. The scream echoed in through the open door, cut off suddenly as the door abruptly swung shut. It had sounded exactly like what had happened in the helicopter, that same sound of a mind wrenched and twisted.

L knew what had happened, though he wasn't quite sure how it had happened. Considering the events in the helicopter, the return of memories was probably triggered by touching the murderer's notebook, but that didn't explain how the memories were erased in the first place, or why numerous people could touch the cursed notebook without having their own memories affected.

There was certainly something more complex going on, but there wasn't enough information to allow the exact process to be deduced.

Tense, L watched the closed door, wondering if Light were undergoing an emotional crisis that would result in a discarding of the Kira plan and an accepting of the offered deal of non-prosecution in return.

It was unlikely, given Light's level of dedication, but it was possible, and every other good outcome was also a similarly risky proposition.

The inner conflict that must exist, given Light's vastly different stances on Kira's morality depending on whether he had his memories or not, was the only reason Light might choose to reject Kira. It was an excellent crack in Light's armor at which to pry. If the connected emotions ran deep enough, the situation could become quite unpredictable, and then unlikely outcomes would become far more likely.

It felt like a very long time, though it had probably only been a few minutes, when the door opened again, revealing Light alone. Light's face was completely different, the innocent look gone. He approached and then sat cross-legged, just out of reach. A necklace of bruises was just beginning to form.

L said, "Have you decided to give up Kira's tyranny? There are many ways in which we could set up a deal that neither of us could renege on, to leave you free to live a normal life as long as you never murder again."

"They aren't murders," Light said, "but soon, you will get your way a little bit. This will happen only because it was part of my plan all along."

"Part of your new plan that you made after deciding to imprison me, you mean."

Without any trace of irony in his voice, Light said, "The best plans are always adjustable. Mine never fail."

"Are you going to stop murdering people?"

Light said, "The Kira plan will be improved, until it reaches a state of absolute flawlessness. You will help with the details and perform management tasks, once you've decided to join our side."

Completely unreasonable. He's been swallowed up by his delusions again. Perhaps, just perhaps, I've implanted enough self-doubt to someday lead him to a sane conclusion, but that's not happening yet.

L said, "I demand that you show me evidence that Aiber and Watari still live. I will become more cooperative if I know you haven't killed them."

"They have both been quite difficult prisoners, with numerous escape attempts. I'm afraid you can't be allowed any opportunity to conspire with them yet. It'll be over soon, L. Once everything is finished, we'll let you go and you can reunite with them if you wish."

"You're taking my deal, then?"

"No," Light said, "you'll be free without any deal in place. Right now, it's a countdown until we set you free."

He didn't know whether to believe Light or not. It was a ridiculous suggestion. L knew that he wasn't compliant enough for them to be comfortable with the risk, unless the Kiras were planning to both disappear completely, making themselves unfindable.

No, that shouldn't work well either. He couldn't imagine them enclosing themselves in some hidden underground bunker for life, and anything less would lead to eventual discovery. It probably was a psychological technique, a strategy to create the anticipation of freedom, nothing more.

An intensely ominous regret settled over L. Even though the chains had probably been too short and the watchers too vigilant to allow for an execution, he was furious that he hadn't managed to do his utmost to kill Light, resentful that feelings had managed to pull him back from an all-out effort.

He wanted to be free, to kick Light in the face, to feel Light's flesh bruising under his fists, to hold Light down and choke the life out of him.

Light said, "Do you want to just chat, or would you like to have a book read to you?"

L muttered, "It's back to this, then?"

"Yes," Light answered, "it's all been accomplished. Now, the only options left are how we spend our time waiting until we set you free."

The ominous feeling increased, along with a growing dread of failure. Perhaps, unless Light were simply making things up, failure had already occurred. L wanted to do something that would at least wipe that satisfied smirk off of Light's face.

It is possible that neither Misa nor Rem are watching this moment, and Light would need to exit the room to operate the mechanism to tighten my chains.

L said, "Talk to me," stuck his thumb in his mouth, and turned over, curled up with his back to Light. It was enjoyable to have the chains loose, and as Light launched into a discussion of their college days together, L carefully made his breathing around his thumb normal as he allowed his free hand to wander between his legs.

Light will not expect me to do this one-handed.

L stroked, hardening quickly. The long deprivation had made everything more responsive, more sensitive. He wanted to groan as he worked, he wanted to breathe heavily, but he held it all in as his hand worked busily, his excitement rising.

At exactly the wrong moment, the chains began moving again and his hand was yanked away.

Light said, "Good work, Misa."

L heard a desperate whimper and realized it was his own. The cruel chains forced him downward, pulling him into the usual position. He scowled at Light, then caught himself and stared at the wall instead.

A moment later Misa entered the room, nude. Light went to her and took her, fiercely, against the wall, making her cry out with each thrust. L didn't want to watch, but his eyes wouldn't look away the entire time. When they were finished, L groaned and cursed at them as they went to their usual after-activity of sucking on and massaging his feet while offering more but not accepting his permission.

After that, it was back to the usual routines, as if nothing surprising had happened. They took care of him, read to him, talked with him, and at a rate of nearly every night, Light and Misa continued to have sexual encounters just barely beyond the reach of his fingertips. They often ended sessions by sucking on his toes and licking his feet, and occasionally Rem held him completely immobile so one or the other could kiss him, but beyond that much, they continued to ignore his pleas for sexual release, no matter what tricks or strategies he used.

L had very strange emotions building up inside him, showing more displays of anger or frustration than he ever had in his life, and a kind of strange boredom that made something in him perk up every time one of them would visit him. He craved socializing with his captors in the same way he craved sugar, with a relentless ache and a feeling of withdrawal if too much time went by.

Still, they oddly did not seem to be exploiting any of the obvious weaknesses. It created a feeling of almost-trust, of being able to rely on them, and when L lay there late at night staring into the darkness, he could imagine that feeling growing stronger, until it would become strong enough that he would become compliant, bonded to his captors and dependent, harmless to them in any situation where he might otherwise have had the ability to arrest them.

L estimated that, given his level of resistance, the entire process would take two years, maybe three at most.
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