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Bride of the Monster	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Crossovers Views: 3539 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 5

While L was gone, Light created and discarded dozens of plans. The easiest plan to think of was to return to the ship, somehow make it up that narrow ladder, and then either attempt to flee in the ship or to use communication devices onboard to send out a distress signal.

It was likely a useless plan because L would be expecting it. L probably already had measures in place to prevent any of that. He may have removed anything that could be used to communicate with the outside world, and he almost certainly had installed some kind of tracking device on the boat, if he hadn't simply disabled the boat's motor altogether.

Unfortunately, L had an alarming number of resources, and perhaps he even had an army of minions who could be summoned at a moment's notice. How else could everything have been prepared so quickly? Any potential rescuers who actually managed to find the spot might face more than they would be able to combat. According to L's own claims, there were at least two more Wataris still alive, and perhaps those two could summon further assistance.

Getting rescuers to swoop in was a dubious proposition in many ways. Such people would need to believe the story, or believe some kind of substitute story, and then would need to get to the correct location with enough resources and plans in place to thwart L. Probably only the task force would be likely to believe the actual story, and yet it had been days. Misa could have killed them already, or they may have prevailed against Misa and uncovered damning evidence.

Would they be likely to help Kira? If it was to properly arrest Kira, yes, but that would come with its own set of problems and consequences.

Anyone other than the task force would probably show up with inadequate resources, so that escaping that way would be more a matter of luck than anything else. If there were any shipping lanes nearby, starting a fire on the mini-island while L was gone might work, bringing random rescuers to investigate the smoke, rescuers that L would be unlikely to track.

Simply communicating with the outside world would be largely useless unless they could triangulate the location or unless Light could discover any navigation devices that would simply give the location.

It was difficult to get moving on any plan, though. The underwater complex felt safe, homey and comfortable, like a nice place to spawn. Light was certain that some sort of denning or pregnancy instinct was at work. He could feel in his body a strange sense of many new bits of life growing. There was not the slightest doubt in his mind that L had managed to impregnate all the new wombs on the first try.

Killing L would solve everything. After that, simply swimming away would be an adequate self-rescue technique, as long as it was done before the pregnancy became too advanced. But L was stronger, L was far more agile, and L was surely expecting an attempt on his life. It couldn't be a simple attack; it would need to be something complex that would take time to set up. Perhaps some scheme to get L into the dry rooms alone and then breaking the locks and the air pumps to suffocate him would do the job, but it would need to be planned very intricately over the course of weeks or he'd suspect something.

Instead of actually getting to work on any of these plans, Light fell into watching TV and had to pretend to himself that it was related to his escape. Light drifted in place in front of the television which was attached to the ceiling with a metal pipe, using a waterproof remote to flip through the Japanese channels and look for celebrity news in hopes of hearing some hints about Misa's situation. There wasn't anything about that, but there was a bit of news about Kira stopping the judgments. Misa was either laying low or caught. Perhaps she'd even gone to the trouble of erasing her memory, which would make her completely useless.

Light saw a bit of news about a Hideki Ryuga concert that would be broadcast in a week, and his mind immediately jumped to plans of watching it with L, and perhaps a little bit of...

No! Something is wrong with my mind. I need to leave now, before I get attached by whatever abominable instincts L is forcing into my brain.

From a supply closet Light had earlier explored, he grabbed a large mesh bag and then visited the pantry, where he stuffed it as full of L's hunting trophies as he could. It was enough raw food to hopefully last for a couple of weeks worth of swimming and, after that, if land wasn't reached, Light was sure he could do some hunting on his own or perhaps find some commercial fishing operations and steal their catch.

There was no clothing besides a stockpile of L's jeans, which didn't even slightly fit, so Light resolved to escape naked.

Only a few minutes later, he had let himself out of the furthest exit from the one L had taken, and he swam straight up, aiming for the glittering surface.

He's probably expecting this, but it's still my best chance, and he could easily be lying about the tracking device implanted deep within my body. Besides, volumes of water in the way could make the signals from any tracking device difficult to pick up.

Now, unless the clocks we have are wrong, it's about three in the afternoon, so I just need to locate the sun and get a westward heading. Assuming that I'm still in the Pacific Ocean, west is the most promising direction.

Light broke the surface and looked in every direction, bobbing up and down on the ocean waves. The mini-island was in sight, but, no matter which direction he looked in, there wasn't the slightest sign of the boat.

Okay, this simply means that L still does have minions around. He got someone to pick up his boat for him.

Light took his bearings from the sun and sank back down to a suitable depth, where the waves didn't jostle his swimming but he could still see a bright spot representing the sun's angle. He swam with all his strength in the direction of that bright spot, determined to gain a large distance as soon as possible. The smooth white sand bottom soon reappeared as all the volcanic rocks receded into the background.

In time, even that sandy plain dropped away into the inky depths.

Light was swimming with more stamina than he expected. He wasn't getting tired at all. He surfaced a few times and saw the sun steadily nearing the horizon, but he was determined that he would not stop when it got dark. He would swim all night based on his sense of direction, trying to go west. Distance was good, even if it might be according to a wavering course. A wavering course might even be good, as it could confuse L.

Something in Light wanted badly to go back to that underwater complex that already felt so much like home, but he squashed that feeling deep inside and resisted it.

It was hypnotic and soothing to make the same swimming motions constantly in an environment where nothing seemed to change, bright above and dark below, always chasing that sparkling bright spot far above. The rhythm and repetition of it overtook him, his mind sinking into it, becoming only one purpose: to swim forward.

Without any warning, something became just barely visible, far ahead at the limits of Light's vision, its size difficult to judge but the misty blue-black silhouette was somewhat fishy and froggy and humanoid. Light stopped, blinking at it. It was not L's silhouette, and as it swam closer, he saw that it was far more monstrous than L.

L was quite close to human, but this thing had only the slightest traces of humanity about it, mostly in the shape of its legs and its chest area.

Light swam backwards a bit instinctively, before he stopped himself, not wanting to show fear.

It's a pureblood! L said I need to follow the proper etiquette, but what is that?

Light said, "Hello! I'm L's female," in Japanese, and then followed it in English and in several other languages that he knew some of.

There was no understanding in those bulging, inhuman eyes as the thing swam closer, lazily, confidently. It was nude and very... male, Light realized, as he saw a gigantic phallus unfolding from under its belly and swelling up. As it came closer, the creature's size became apparent. It would obviously be about twice L's height if it were standing. Light shuddered and pulled his arms and legs in towards his body, instinctively tensing.

I can't out-swim it, I can't out-fight it. Maybe I could try to bribe it with food?

The male creature stopped in the water to hang there, and it craned its neck, raking its gaze the length of Light's body, from head to foot and back again. Its giant cock twitched.

Light opened his mouth to speak again, but suddenly the creature's head swiveled to stare to the side and its eyes widened almost impossibly. Less than a second later, there was a loud sound and a huge harpoon was suddenly pierced through and through its body. Light skittered backwards and looked off to the side to see L, holding a strange-shaped weapon that was obviously some kind of harpoon launcher.

The thing's struggles ceased and great clouds of blood drifted away.

L said, "Right in the heart. You're safe now, Light. Let's go home."

Light swam towards his mate eagerly, instinctively, before his brain started to question it and resist, and when those thoughts did come Light was just too tired and too scared to entertain them. He pushed the thoughts away and enfolded himself into the arms of his lover, his manly, strong, intelligent, provider and protector, and as Light did so, some kind of instinct was burning through his brain as he kissed L's face over and over, L agilely avoiding Light's attempts to join their mouths together.

L said, "Don't lick my saliva, Light. It's best that we both have our wits intact, here in the deeps."

But Light's body was insistent, and though L wouldn't kiss, Light was able to squeeze between L's legs and coax him into a quick, triumphant fuck to commemorate the victory. It felt right, incredibly instinctual, that when two males fought, the living one should fuck the female immediately after.

When it was over, L motioned Light to swim in a certain direction until they came across a small machine such as those Light had sometimes seen divers use in television shows, a kind of small underwater propelling device with handles on it, for a diver to go further and faster than was possible with natural swimming. L fastened the harpoon gun and the extra harpoons in a mesh bag fastened to it, then grabbed the handles and had Light grasp his waist to hold.

L started up the motor, and as they glided forward through the water quickly and powerfully, L said, "See, that red dot on the screen here is you, and the green dot is where we live."

"So you do have a tracking device in me?"

"Of course I do, Light. I care deeply about you. I also knew your most likely course of action was to escape by swimming today or tomorrow. I followed behind to protect you, but I also arranged the meeting with our enemy by making sure that he would come across your scent trail."

Light gripped L's waist tighter, trembling as he thought of what could have happened, and sputtered, "What?"

"It was the best plan, Light. He lived nearby and was a renegade, with a harem full of stolen females. It was inevitable that he would have tried to steal you sooner or later, and I preferred to force a confrontation early and in a controlled manner rather than having it happen by surprise. It may seem as if I were risking you to teach you a lesson about escaping, but it truly was the least risky and most beneficial plan possible."

Light asked, "Are there more renegades?"

"Yes, but none of the others are near. However, if you flee far enough, you do have a fair chance of running into one of them before you reach land. You leave quite a pheromone trail through the water. If he had managed to claim you, he probably would have inserted a burdensome number of his own wombs on top of mine, without any regard for your well-being, and he probably would have kept you chained to a rock to be used for months or years until it was clear your will had completely broken."

Then, if he's telling the truth, that means escaping by swimming will always be incredibly dangerous. It would be far better to stay with L than to become a toy of one of those creatures. But, if I loaded up on weapons and tools...

Light said, "Where do you keep this transportation device and the harpoon gun? I never saw them."

"Oh, that's because of a special equipment locker I have. You can't get into it. You'd need to be able to squeeze deep into a crack in the rock that is too slender for your body to fit, and then you'd still need know a code that you don't know to open the door."

As expected. L has taken many measures against my escape. It is going to take weeks to put any plan together that has the slightest chance of working.

Light said, "And what will happen to his females?"

"Technically, I'm supposed to claim them, but I have no doubt that once they're sure he's dead the mating bond will break and they'll be fleeing as far as they can. It's possible that one or two are very attached and will commit suicide instead. None of them have the right to challenge me for refusing to claim them, so there shouldn't be any legal wrangling over it."

There's an entire civilization down here, with a court system and everything? I wonder if they need detectives? Or a better form of justice?

Light held tightly to his mate as the machine pulled them through the water, towards home. His mind raced wildly over the possibilities of life down here, and with a sickening realization he knew for certain that his brain as well as his body were both deeply attracted to his new way of life.

A/N (Author's Note):

Light's little escape attempt didn't work, which isn't surprising since it was rather desperate and spur-of-the-moment.

I think one more chapter remaining.
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