I Could Get Used To This

DN Mpreg V:

It had been a month and a week since Light had been confined. L was already aware that since Light had been confined the killings had started again yet he kept Light in the dark about this. His prisoner lay calmly as usual slumped on the floor. He no longer protested as much but was still irritable. L on the other hand was becoming less irritable as he had been getting more sleep. Recently he often found himself after a day of observing Light wanting nothing better than a nice bath and to get in to his bed.

The team was already in the investigation headquarters waiting for the world famous detective to arrive to brief them, not that much had really been happening lately. When at 10 o'clock L still hadn't arrived there was some concern from the rest of the team, mainly Matsuda.

"Maybe we should go and see if he's okay?" the young investigator suggested. It was true that L was always there two hours before the rest, yet today he was over an hour late. Watari was aware L hadn't been feeling right the past two days and had promised not to tell the team that he might be sick. Eventually, L emerged from the top of the stairs, looking paler than usual and slumped into his chair.

He was about to open his mouth to welcome them, when a strong, mixed odour stung his nostrils. "Who is wearing cologne?" he randomly asked.

"Me," said Matsuda happily, and then his face turned to a frown. L's eyes were near watering and a greenish tint crossed his cheeks. His hand covered his mouth, and he jumped from his chair, pushing the men away as he ran to the toilet. Nasty sounds were soon followed.

"Did I do something wrong? I got it as a gift from my gran," the puzzled Matsuda asked the rest of the team.

L returned to the room once all the contents of his stomach was empty. He quickly got the team up to date of the situation and went back to his usual observations, despite feeling nauseous for the rest of the day. He was glad once they had left and had given Matsuda the advice not to wear such strong cologne to work again, much to Matsuda's dismay.

His attention was focused again on the young man in front of his screen. He let out a sigh and hopped out of his chair. L knew too well the consequences of being caught, be he also felt that Light had changed, that he was less of a threat.

There was a click and the sound of a door opening, Light looked up from his position on the floor. He had lost a considerable amount of weight that showed by his baggy prison garments. He could hear the soft plodding of bare feet on the cold stone floor.

"Ryuuzaki." His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the figure of the detective stand above him. "What are you doing here?"

"You." L said helping Light stand up, then grabbed him and forced his lips against his. Light took in that candy flavour once again and allowed L's tongue to slip into his mouth. Longingly, he lapped with his tongue against L's and they remained like that for some moments with muffled sounds of pleasure until they broke apart.

"I missed you." Light said now resting his head on L's shoulder. He nuzzled affectionately into the detective's silky black hair. L looked at Light puzzled was he perhaps having a case of Stockholm Syndrome?

Light sucked on L's neck and tried his best to cuddle into L even though his arms where bound. "Does this mean you're going to let me go soon?"

"You know I can't do that." L replied taking pleasure in the feeling of Light's lips on his neck. He let out a slight groan when Light stopped.

"Ryuuzaki, is that all I am to you? Just someone you can screw at your own pleasure?" His voice fluctuated and sounded slightly hurt. L's eyes widened at Light's remark. "I care about you Ryuuzaki, I thought you felt the same?"

Since when where there supposed to be feelings in what they were doing? L wondered since he had clearly seen from the start that the only reason Light had been trying to form a relationship with L was to gain information or make him go soft. L had indeed played along with Light, mainly for his own pleasure as well as to get to know his suspect a lot better on a personal level. It had obviously been beneficial to both parties, and L was sure after Light was released the only reason they would ever come together would be for a quick fuck. Now here was Light almost sad that L didn't feel "the same".

At the lack of response from L, Light turned away. He hid his eyes under his bangs and then mumbled coldly.

"Just go, L..."

L's big dark eyes blinked once, twice. He wasn't sure what to say or what he was supposed to say. Light was acting very...peculiar. Why was he so upset all of the sudden? Did he perhaps have the same problem that L faced earlier? However, whether Light's behaviour was normal or not, he did not wish for L to be there, so the detective picked himself up and turned around.

"Wait Ryuuzaki!" Light suddenly called out. L turned around back to his prisoner. Light flicked his head so his hair was away from his eyes. "Could you stay and talk with me a little bit?"

"You just told me to go, Light-kun," L said.

"I know," Light said, shifting a bit when his legs were getting numb, "I was just upset. Forget what I said. I've just been...very lonely. Just talk with me a little while."

L stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm very busy, Light-kun." That was a half lie. He could be looking more into the dramatic increase of criminal deaths and activity, but it was such boring work, and boring work resulted in trailing thoughts that led to his prisoner several floors below in the basement. And the work was simple enough that he could even trust Matsuda with it.

"Then why did you come down to see me?"

"You're part of my work, Light-kun. You are still my main suspect."

"No matter how much I tell you I'm not Kira, you won't believe me."

"I've had many criminals say that didn't do their crimes when evidence was against them."

"But what evidence do you have on me?"

"Aside from your possible confession? You match my profile of Kira's personality, and ever since you have been incarcerated, the killings of criminals have not only decreased, but have completely stopped."

Light's eyes narrowed, "So it's all hearsay, and not physical."

L's finger trailed to his lips, "So you think that Kira's sudden stop in killing criminals and you being locked up is simple coincidence?"

Light made a noise in his throat that L didn't catch. "I can't speak for Kira, the real Kira, but my confinement has nothing to do with the criminals dying or not!"

"Ah, but Light-kun, I see that it does." His lips twisted into a smile, "And I do not believe coincidences happen just out of reason."

Light turned his head. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Why? Are you afraid that you may say something convicting?"

"Of course not!" Light snapped, "I'm just sick of talking about Kira! I'm here because of that bastard, and no matter what I say, you're not gonna believe me!"

"You have given me nothing to believe you."

"No matter what I say you're not going to even consider it unless it's 'I'm Kira'."

"It is my job, Light-kun. I would treat all suspects of being mass murderers this way, perhaps even worse."

Light snorted. "Do you sleep with all your suspects?"

"Only the cute ones."

Light shook his head, then flicked his hair out of is eyes again. "Still, even when you sit there and accuse me of being a murderer, it's nice to talk to you face to face. It's hard talking to a camera."

Light shuffled close to L seeking physical contact and the detective put his arms around him pulling him close. He ran his spidery fingers through Light's hair; it felt very greasy due to the fact he had not been allowed to shower for so long. The suspect just let out a relaxed sigh as he cuddled into his captor. They remained like that for some time with Light listening to the slow rise and fall of L's chest. When L felt himself starting to drift off to sleep, he decided it was time to leave. He started to lift himself up but was caught off guard by Light lifting on his knees and capturing his lips, as if the boy knew what was going to happen next, he kissed the wild haired detective with all he had determined to keep him here.

"I have to go now," L said softly when he was released from the kiss. Light went back to his usual position, and L left him without looking back. How many days had passed all ready? Thirty-eight, right? It would be soon that L would have to release Light from his custody because it would be considered kidnapping if he kept him there for too long. But how to come up with a way to still keep Light if not having to keep him confined to a cell for observation. He had to think of way to keep Light at his side, all day and night. Or he had to come up with a way to make Light confess. A situation of some sort.

The detective nibbled on his fingernail in thought.
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When morning came the next day, L awoke at his usual time and shuffled his feet to the bathroom. He began brushing his teeth when another wave of nausea struck him, followed by the feeling of his stomach suddenly tightening painfully. He managed to throw open the toilet lid as he emptied out what very little he had left in his stomach. Drool dripped from his lips as he spat it into the porcelain chair. He was on his knees, dry-heaving, when he heard someone knock on his door.

"J-Just a second," L groaned, knowing it was Watari.

Watari did not listen and opened the door. "L? Are you okay?"

To answer him, L sent another wave of bile and half digested food into the toilet, sickening plopping sounds echoing.

"I'll tell the other investigators you're sick," the older man said, turning around.

"No...No wait." L laid his cheek against the rim of the toilet, enjoying how cold it was. He spat out a last piece of vomit from his mouth, but still did not get up. "It's okay. This has been happening for a few days now. I'll be fine after awhile."

The older man's blue eyes narrowed in concern. "This has been a regular occurrence?"

L panted against the potty. "Off and on."

Watari knelt next to the detective, placing a hand on his back. "L, perhaps it would be best if you saw a doctor."

The raven haired lad removed his cheek and wiped his mouth on a piece of toilet paper. Watari helped him to his feet, and L rinsed his mouth out with water. "No doctor," he said, facing his old caretaker, "I'm not dying, that I'm aware of, and it is not effecting my work."

"But if you're puking your guts out every minute--"

"On the contrary," L stated, looking nearly back to normal, "It's only in the morning." He left out the fact that it usually followed with him being nauseous all day.

"L, I've been worried these last few days." Watari stepped closer and place the back of his hand against L's forehead, "You don't feel too warm. But I have noticed that you aren't eating as much, and your behaviour these past weeks is very suspicious." He cupped L's cheeks, feeling for any discomforting warmth. "Is there something you should tell me?"

"Yes Watari, as a matter of fact there is," L said, removing the older man's hands, "I'm pregnant and Matsuda's the father."

Watari chuckled at L's sarcasm. "Really now? Matsuda? I never figured that one. But seriously, if you're not better in a few days, or it gets worse, promise me you'll go to the doctor."

L sighed through his nose. "If I can manage it."

"You will. Now finish getting dressed. The others will be here soon."
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Something was odd. Very odd. It could be normal for some, maybe, but for L, this was truly and indeed odd for him. He couldn't concentrate. He could not think correctly about the case because something else was bugging him, nipping at his brain. It was a feeling, a craving, no, a starving sensation that needed to be nullified. It was so bizarre. He hadn't had this type of needing in a very long time, and when he did, it was usually for sugar, but for some bizarre and seemingly alternate reality world reason...

L was craving something salty. The exact opposite of sugary.

He was nibbling on his nails more than ever, trying to keep from thinking about what foods besides sweets were in the fridge, but it only resulted in him nearly tearing the entire thing off because of its salty taste. He sat at the table with Matsuda, Mogi, and Aizawa, with documents spread all around them about the recent and sudden rise of criminal and other unexplained deaths. It appeared that Kira was on the rise again, but L couldn't focus on the mass murderer; he could only think about not thinking about salty foods, such as pickles.

Pickles?

Now that he thought about it, and frankly he shouldn't have, he was aware that there was a large jar in the refrigerator in the kitchen. He could practically see it in his mind, all alone in on that shelf, waiting for someone to twist off the lid and delve into some of those green wedges of vinegary delight.

He removed himself from his chair, not needing to excuse himself because this was his building, and proceeded to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. He almost too hastily walked over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. He moved boxes of cakes and cookies and leftover sweet treats aside until he spotted the medium sized green jar of kosher dill pickle wedges. He twisted the cap off and fished one out with his fingers and devoured it in three bites. He savored the taste of vinegar and salt. It stung his tongue that was used to sweet flavors, but it hit the spot. He pulled another one and ate that, followed by another, and another. He kept shoving more pickles into his mouth, hardly chewing, before grabbing another one. He finally stopped when he realized he had consumed more than half of the jar.

He picked himself up from the floor where he was sitting and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then went to his bedroom to change because his white shirt was now covered in pickle juice.

No one questioned him when he returned. However, Mogi did sniff the air, distinctly smelling the scent of pickles, and blinked at L, but said nothing. Now that he had succumbed to his bizarre food cravings, he could fully concentrate on the task at hand. He developed charts and grids to break down the information into a more basic form, but now he had to formulate new theories about why the killing of criminals were on the sudden rise with Light and Misa in custody. He came up with two reasons: one was of course that Light nor Misa was Kira or the second Kira, and L was wrong, or that the powers of Kira had moved from one person to another, and now someone out there was doing Kira's job because the real Kiras were currently locked away. But did that mean that Light and Misa were innocent because they had been previously handicapped by some form of possession? The method of the Kiras ways to kill were still undetermined. They knew that Kira needed a name and a face, but the second Kira only needs a face. Why is that? Is it something truly paranormal? The percentage of it being so with all the evidence was in the seventies, however, logic countered and put the percentage in the thirties. Still, each percentage would need to be looked into. So, if it was indeed paranormal, and the power of Kira could be passed on, leaving the last host with no memories, then they were looking for another Kira. A third Kira.

L closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The others assumed he was deep in thought, but the truth was that another wave of nausea had swept over him. His head was aching, something it did not often do. Was he actually pushing himself to his limit and this was the result? He had never worked on a case or put so much energy into a case such as this. His temples were throbbing.

"Ryuuzaki?" Matsuda asked, concerned, "Are you okay? You're not looking too well."

He reached over to touch L's forehead, but the detective didn't want to be touched. He swat the man's hand away. "I'm fine. I'm just thinking. Please excuse me." He lifted himself from his chair, placing both feet on the floor and standing upright. Big mistake. His knees locked and he almost fell forward, catching himself on the table. All three men rose from their chair to see if L needed their help. The pale boy's eyes were wider than normal. He stayed completely still, waiting for the feeling of vertigo to disperse.

"Ryuuzaki?" Mogi asked, timidly. L didn't answer him. They knew something was wrong. "Call Watari," Mogi instructed.

L wanted to tell them all he was fine, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would throw up his stomach. And the feeling of vertigo still did not leave. He was locked in place, afraid to move, but he couldn't stand in this position too long. His legs were starting to hurt. He slowly moved one foot out, unlocking it, and placing his weight on it. Another mistake. His leg jerked, and he blacked out before he hit the ground.
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"Ryuuzaki."

L's eyes fluttered.

"Okay, he's coming through."

"Ryuuzaki, are you in any pain?"

He opened his eyes and blinked away the blurriness. He was on the floor, lying on his back, with Watari over him, holding his wrist and checking his pulse. Matsuda was cradling his head, Mogi had his legs up, circulating the blood flow, and Aizawa had to fingers pressed to his neck, also checking for a pulse. He turned his head in Matsuda's lap to see a defibrillator next to him. Of course. The great detective L suddenly falls to the floor without warning; he would also suspect it of being Kira's duty.

"I'm fine," were the first words out of his mouth. He placed his palms on the ground to help himself up, but Watari firmly held him down.

"Just lie there for a little while longer," he said, "Don't try to get up right now."

"I'm fine," L repeated, pushing Watari's hands aside and sitting up. He felt perfectly fine now. No dizziness, no vertigo, not even a headache. Nothing like concrete to wake you up.

"What happened, Ryuuzaki?" Matsuda asked.

The detective rubbed his head, looking for any bumps or knots. "I just got dizzy, is all. I apologize for scaring everyone."

"I'll get you something to eat," he said, "Something to help with your sugar."

"You can get me a piece of cake."

"I'll see what I can do."

L set back to work, but there was still awkward glances from his other co-workers, as if he would topple out of his chair at any moment. Watari did not give L anymore sweets. He instead gave him a tray with arranged strawberries, kiwis, bananas, melons, and other assorted fruits. He did not ask Watari out loud to bring him some sweets, but the request hung in the air. While L discussed his newly developed theories with the rest of the team, he caught Watari's eye and the slight tilt of his head that meant he wanted to talk. L asked for the rest of the team to make of list of the ranges of crimes from misdemeanors to felonies to see what crimes Kira saw worthy of judging, and then removed himself and followed Watari into one of the back rooms.

"Is there something you need?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Watari removed a kit from the cabinet, producing a gadget and a tiny needle. "I want to check your blood sugar," he said.

L didn't say anything, but he felt his pointer finger tingle inside his pocket. This wasn't the first time Watari insisted on checking his blood-sugar, but the results were never above or below average, as much sugar he consumed in a day.

"Watari," L said, still not producing his hand to be pricked, "I doubt that my sugar consumption has anything to do with the earlier occurrence."

"It would make me feel better to be sure," the old man replied, smiling sweetly. "I'm just worried about you, L. I thought Kira had killed you out there."

L didn't say anything. Watari was very skilled in making him feel guilty. After a pregnant pause, L finally removed his hand from his pocket and held it out for Watari to see. The older man took his pointer finger and pinched the knuckle, making the blood collect at the tip. Then he stuck the skin with the small needle and milked it until a good enough drop of blood developed. L didn't show his discomfort, but having your finger pricked was one of life's most annoying and painful experiences to go through. The blood was connected on the disk, and Watari waited for the results as L wrapped his poor finger in a bandage. He put the finger to his lips, sucking gently on it.

"It says ninety," Watari answered.

"Just at normal," L said, giving a small hint of annoyance.

Watari did not miss this. "Better safe than sorry."

L did not say anything but walked out of the room and back to his chair with the other investigators. Matsuda proudly showed him his table and diagram of the deaths and crimes of each criminal that died of a heart attack.

"Thank you, Matsuda," L said, taking the diagrams and studying them, "This is very helpful."

Matsuda's face resembled that of a happy puppy getting good praise from his master. L turned his attention back to the monitors where L, Misa, and Soichirou were. Soichirou was the only one that was awake. L watched his two main suspects in their slumber. It was only the afternoon, but because of their lack of activity, they slept most of the time. Light laid on the cot, his face to the camera, eyes relaxed, and mouth agape. Misa was upright, head limped to one shoulder, and drool dripping down her chin. He watched Light closely, especially his mouth in case Light was a sleep talker. The brunet would move his mouth, but L wasn't sure if he was forming words or not. When he tried reading his lips, it was usually "Om nom nom" or other incoherent words.

"Ryuuzaki," Watari said.

"Yes?" he asked, not removing his eyes from the monitor.

"Misa Amane is on the news." He picked up the remote and turned up the television volume. A woman with a pretty smile and dressed in a blue blouse was talking to the camera. A picture of Misa-Misa was behind her.

"The results of Amane Misa's, aka "Misa-Misa", capture is still not determined," she spoke into the camera, "It was last month when the famous model and actress was arrested for drug chargers at Toho University. The authorities are refusing to tell us what types of drugs or the quantity, but they have told us it was in Misa's defense that they won't tell us the details. A passer-by happened to be there when Misa-Misa was arrested. He recorded the situation using his cell phone. The quality is not that good, but the bigger picture can be seen."

L actually turned his head to see the television this time. The footage was indeed in bad quality, but one could distinctly pick out Misa in the crowd. The camera zoomed in for more detail. the frame kept moving and shaking, and you could hear voices, but no one's could be distinctly made out. The camera zoomed a little ways out, and in that frame was the very blurry faces of Amane Misa, Yagami Light, and Ryuuga Hideki. The phone camera followed Misa as she walked away. The trees blocked her from frame a few times, but when the black uniformed officers came, it recorded it all. It zoomed in too much, but it only got some blurry images of trees being in the way. Then Amane Misa was taken away and the footage was replaced with the media anchor woman.

"Rumors have begun that Misa-Misa has been sighted at the Ohkama Rehab Center, but our reporters have not been allowed access. Amane Misa's agency has told us that the actress is taking her rehab very seriously. It has not been said of what kind of treatment she is undergoing, but it is said that she is very dedicated to getting help."

The television was cut off by Watari, but he did not say anything.

"Poor Misa-Misa," Matsuda said, "It's going to be hard for her to get her career back on track after all these rumours."

"I disagree," L said. He had long ago stopped watching television and was stacking sugar cubes, "There's nothing to give a celebrity more hype than recovering from a drug addiction. She can use these rumours to her advantage if she plays her cards right, that is, if she has not been proven to be the second Kira."

"We should thank that person that was mistaken in thinking they saw Misa at Ohkama and spread that rumor," Aizawa said.

"You're welcome." All eyes turned to Ryuuzaki, watching as he licked a sugar cube on his tongue, "I figured a drug bust would be better suited than suspicion of being the second Kira. It gives her the factor of sympathy."

Mogi coughed and the team went back to working, unsure of whether or not what L did could be classified as helping or being a nuisance. L pondered to himself; the killings had started again and it seemed as if Light-kun and Misa-Misa were completely unaware of ever being Kira. The detective knew there had to be something more to this. If Kira's powers could be transferred to someone else then perhaps they could easily be regained. Considering if this fact was true, L had to test it. Tomorrow he would release Light and stage an attack on him; if he really still had the power to be Kira... he would do anything to stop the attacker.