Dread Summons Met

L crept down the hall towards Light’s and his room. His bare feet padding soundlessly, across the floor. He knocked only twice very gently on the door. He knew Light wasn’t asleep and that all day he had been tossing and turning and growling like some caged beast.

A bit of the hot soup spilled over onto his fingers and he yelped. He had forgotten he was carrying some soup for his little nymph.

When L opened the door, he was met with a most beautiful sight. There lay Light, submerged in the blankets like he was about to drown in the creams, gold’s and whites of the plush pillows and comforter. His head nestled in the pillows just able to peek out from their confines.

His eyes half lidded and his breathing swallowed, but still those fiery tired eyes turned to him and a fear and defiance rose in a swell within Light.

“Welcome home honey, would you like some supper? Or maybe a bath, or perhaps something else…” His words were laced with poison.

“Don’t be like that Raito kun. I brought you some minestrone. Look.” The genius looked quite pleased with himself as he peels back the poorly placed saran wrap and retrieves the soupspoon from his pocket.

He sits on the bed but Light slowly moves away. L sets the bowl down and motions to feel Light’s forehead. But Light turns away. He is desperately hanging by a thread that is his dignity. And he will be as contemptuous as possible to prevent L from severing that final thread.

L sighs patiently and forces the teen down with a grunt as he feels for his temperature.

“Your fever has gone up. You must stop worrying your mind and let it rest Raito kun.”

“I’m fine.”

“You must eat something now, you haven’t eaten anything Watari has brought you all day.

“I’m not hungry right now.”

“Do you see how childish you are being?”

“No I don’t. I am simply NOT hungry, and very simply I FEEL FINE.” L lets out another sigh and rises to his feet to get the thermometer. He has to wrestle with Light to get his mouth to open and when nothing works L is forced (he tells himself) to secure Light’s wrists at each headboard with the cuffs.

“So soon? Where is the pillow talk?” Light asks with venom. And L could reach out and slap him, he should really but he can’t. L finally places the thermometer in Light’s mouth and obediently waits for it to beep.

When he sees that Light’s temperature has risen substantially. It is currently at 102. And when he informs Light of this development the teen merely shrugs tiredly.

“You must eat.” And quickly there is a spoonful of noodles and broth at his lips. But Light stubbornly refused to open his mouth and turned his head away knocking the spoonful of hot soup onto his hair and shoulder. He let out a little yelp and L clicked his tongue. He got a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped up the mess.

“You love this don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You love having your murder suspects chained to beds L?”

“No, just you Raito kun.” L smiles but Light’s face remains stony.

“Release me, I promise to behave.”

“Do you?” But L unlocks one of Light’s wrists and then locks it back onto his own wrist.

“Bathroom.” And L helps the teen into the bathroom before placing the chain in the notch and closing the door. When Light is finished L makes a point to help Light to the bed but Light pushes him away.

“I can fucking walk.”

“Something is bothering Raito kun.”

“No shit Sherlock! You figure that one out all by yourself?” Light sits on the bed and grabs the bowl and continues to eat half of it until his face turns sour.

“What did you do to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that you are the reason I am sick I can see it behind those damnable eyes. Tell me what you did, and why you did it. You don’t want me to know what is going on for some reason, I want to know why.”

“Is that what kept you up all day today? Wondering about that?”

“You know damn well-“

“I will tell you. We have found some one who is performing Kira’s murders, but I am 84 percent sure that he is a third Kira.”

And instantly all the venom leaves Light’s voice.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I am.” L shrugs. Light could almost cry out at the memory of his dream.

“I know you are pumping me full of drugs, why.”

“Raito kun is paranoid.”

“Am I L?” And Light searches L’s face for an answer.

“Yes, the Aphrodisiac from last night was a mistake. How was I to know that you are highly sensitive to such things? I myself never really believed that they worked, but apparently on you, they do.”

Light grinds his teeth together at the memory.

“You are giving me more than the aphrodisiac. Admit it.” Light’s tone is steady and cold.

“No Raito kun I am not.” L Lies so easily and he wonders if Raito’s acting has rubbed of on him. Light lies back on the mattress and gazes out the window. His eyes tell that he is a million miles away. L takes the bowl and reaches on his tiptoes due to the cuffs, to put it on the table near the door.

L crawls onto the bed but as he approaches Light, the boy jumps up. Standing defiantly at the side of the bed.

“I won’t bow down to you L!” there’s hottest fire in his words suddenly and his eyes are the molten metal that drives it.

“I don’t ask you to.”

“Do you think your drugs have made me blind? I see what you are trying to do. And I wont be tamed to be your plaything so that you can-” but Light abruptly stops and turns away. Biting his tongue.

“Ahh I see now.” L draws his legs up under him and Light thinks he is chained to a deadly cat that is very ready to pounce. But L puts his thumb to his lips, gnawing on the tip. “Raito kun thinks that I will throw him away when I am finished? Is that it?” L rises and walks over to Light to wrap his long languid arms around the frozen teen still turned partly away from him.

But the sudden tensing of muscles tells L that he has hit the nail on the head.

“L, tell me honestly if you think I’m Kira. Tell me the odds, tell me please.”

“…For me it is 100 percent that you are Kira” Light’s eyes widen staring off into the corner of the room. His legs give out under him and L holds the now rag doll of a teen up. He picks Light up chewing on his lip. “But Light kun, I’m positive that you as Kira wanted me to know that.” Light’s nod is vacant. Perfunctory. L places Light onto the bed.

“I am me.”

“Yes Raito kun, you are.”

“I am Kira.” L’s breath stops, but he shakes his head. It’s not a confession.

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Then I must be.” There is a long pause. “I have killed thousands of people… I am a murderer. I wanted you dead.” The last statement was punctuated by a vapid stare at L.

A light whimper deep in Light’s chest erupts into a full blown anguished keen. L scoops Light up into his arms but Light violently pushes him away. His wailing stops, L can see madness in Light’s eyes.

Light raises again, L quick to follow. He runs into the bathroom and slams the door, but the chain has not been placed in the notch and it bounces back open. Light collapses onto the tile and curls into himself. His hands all but ripping his hair from his head.

His sobbing has turned to coughing and he crawls to the toilet. L watches in misery as Light heaves up the little bit of minestrone he had eaten.

L’s brow set, he walks over to the claw foot bathtub and begins to run the bath. Plugging the drain. And feeling carefully for the right temperature. Light likes his showers very hot, so he ran it a few degrees warmer than he usually did for himself.

He carefully approaches Light like one would a wounded animal.

And like a little bird with a broken wing Light sees L approaching, his heart beating rapidly against his chest, his eyes widen in fear as he scoots away from the slowly approaching L with his arms open, palms up.

L reaches Light and slowly pulls the teen up balancing him against himself as he lowers the lid and flushes, he then sits and pulls the weeping teen into his lap.

Light does not struggle as L undresses him. He stares blankly ahead, the tears having stopped, as L undresses himself.

He pulls Light towards the tub and Light stumbles after him, reminding L of a gangly colt. He steps into the water and so does Light. He slowly lowers and Lights own jutty movements follow till his back is nestled into L’s chest, and his head looks up as it rests against L’s shoulder. Resting there like he is L’s prized doll.

Light sinks more into the water as it begins to sooth. L raises is hand and begins to pet Light.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Raito kun. I shouldn’t have told you.” Light shivers against him.

But Light doesn’t say anything. And he says nothing later when L is driving into him on the bed, aiming for Light’s most sensitive spot. Whispering all of the sweet nothings that Light likes to hear. He holds Light’s leg aloft and massages the calf muscle, on the verge of biting the teen, to the point of drawing blood even to get more of a reaction out of him.

Light is barely there making small noises that don’t sound of pleasure, but only acknowledgment to L. When he finishes, it’s as if he has made love, no not love, but fornicated with a doll or something plastic. There was no eye contact, only short nods of affirmation.

L pulls the blankets up over them, and Light doesn’t even notice when L rolls away from him and begins to cry into his pillow.