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Not an Angel	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6: Awakening

Without Misa to keep him occupied in the back rooms, L was more of a bother during the workday than ever before. He spent most of his time in the investigation room, perching on the back of this chair or that, or occasionally practicing his flying. He liked to jump up to the ceiling, cling there by his arms, then drop and try to hover. He was getting closer and closer to a true hover, though his technique was more of a short cycle back and forth rather than Ryuk's motionless hanging in the air.

Nearly all the time, L was annoyingly talkative and asking questions. Light couldn't directly reply in front of the other investigators, but L was already finding little ways to enforce communication, such as saying, "Put your hand on your coffee cup now if you agree with me."

L also went into some particularly ridiculous-sounding dirty talk in an attempt to convince Light of the merits of a bathroom quickie. It wasn't at all convincing and almost made him laugh, but then he nearly changed his mind when L invisibly slipped a wet tongue into his ear and laved it sensuously while Light attempted to have a perfectly normal conversation with Ide. It wasn't quite worth it, though. There was the risk of being heard, or of someone wondering why Light Yagami was taking so long in the bathroom.

The arrival by mail of numerous sets of anime and manga in the afternoon didn't turn into the distraction Light had hoped. L was seemingly always at his shoulder or just behind him, always with new deductions, questions, or pronouncements to make.

A particularly alarming "conversation" concerned an anti-Kira article L had found in one of those magazines.

L crouched on the counter where Light was sorting through a stack of reports and said, "I've placed the magazine in the bathroom, in case you care to read it yourself. Let me summarize. It is about scientists changing their mind about the telltale signs of 'shaken baby syndrome' which is what it is called when a caretaker shakes a baby and then the baby dies. Certain physical signs found during autopsies used to be considered absolute proof that the baby had been shaken. Scientists now say that these sure signs are not sure. They can also be caused by short accidental falls, blood disorders, or medical issues with the internal regulation of inter-cranial pressure."

That is the absolute worst type of article for him to stumble on! Now he's going to think it's Kira's job to spare baby-killers just in case some technicality might get them off the hook years later.

L continued with, "During the years Kira has been in operation, many parents and babysitters were convicted of murder based on this evidence that seemed certain, and of course Kira killed them. Now some are being exonerated posthumously, but they can never be brought back to life. If Kira simply waited to kill his victims for five years, most of these people would still be alive and in prison, and could be released as soon as their cases were re-tried."

Light shuffled through the stack of reports he was looking over, then pulled one out, and, as if he were merely jotting some notes relevant to the case on it, wrote, "Kira's mission doesn't allow for what-ifs that can never be predicted ahead of time. It would be pointless for Kira to judge criminals at a much later date than their convictions, as much of the impact of the deaths would be lost."

"That is what I think Kira would say," L replied, "and I can see that Kira wants to be a vast improvement to the pre-Kira justice systems. This means that anything which made his reign too similar to those other justice systems might prove threatening to his sense of self-importance."

That's not what L was supposed to draw from that!

L added, "But I'm not trying to profile Kira at the moment. I am trying to sort out my own feelings on the matter. Is Kira right or wrong? That is something I must settle in my own mind. I think, from seeing these severe limitations to Kira's scheme, I am highly doubtful about Kira. I do not think Kira is likely to be a force for good."

Light paged through the report he was holding, and at the bottom of another page he wrote, "Thought it was about solving the case. I can really only quote numbers. The vast amount of crime reduction must be weighed against the rare and unusual instances of non-criminals suffering from side effects. Any other weighing of the matter is based purely on ethics, which are always a matter of opinion."

"Opinion is difficult too," L said, "since Kira curtails world opinion. Societies are not allowed to vote to decide how severely they should punish their own criminals. Why is democracy considered good in all ways but one? In the matter of crime, the world must bow to a dictator. It doesn't seem like justice."

I can't push him too far just now, or he'll start thinking I'm Kira. I'll need to supply better books to him, and in the meantime I'll undermine his self-confidence.

Light flipped through a few more pages and wrote, "More study is needed. Those who are inexperienced often jump to hasty conclusions and then regret it later."

L leaned closer, one hand on Light's shoulder, and said, "You are correct. It is perhaps the emotional impact of the article that swayed me, thinking about all those parents who were blamed and then killed when they were not murderers. I should try to hold my opinion neutral until I can form one that is based on a fuller evaluation of the situation."

After a pause, L said, "Could my evaluation of the situation be used to help catch Kira? I was thinking that a public broadcast could be made, aimed at Kira from L. It could either make Kira more cooperative or it could anger him and cause him to be more likely to make a mistake."

L dropped down, standing just in front of Light, half in and half out of the counter.

L said, "We could broadcast something like: even if Kira is correct, the world doesn't actually need Kira. More severe laws could do exactly what Kira does now, but more efficiently and with better oversight. Asking one human to make all these decisions perfectly, about these life or death matters, this is simply a guarantee of failure. We could offer a deal to Kira. If all countries will rewrite their laws dealing with criminal punishment to the level of severity Kira uses, then Kira would agree to stop killing, and executions would thereafter be carried out by governments instead. This would also lead to better timing for the deaths. Kira would no longer kill criminals just before they were about to turn in their accomplices, or kill them before their children could say good-bye to them."

Light wrote, "Kira doesn't listen to appeals like that. It wouldn't matter. And he does not become provoked."

"In the early part of the case he did," L said, "I suppose he's learned his lesson by now."

Light got up, asked Matsuda to begin brewing some more coffee, and put away his stack of reports, hoping that L would get the message that the conversation was over.

L paced Light as he moved to another chair, in front of a computer, and then L jumped up lightly to crouch on the exact top of the computer's monitor, wings spread wide.

L said, "Light, listen to me. Kira is only a human. He cannot be a shinigami, because any shinigami who cared about humans and used a death note to try to protect their lives from murderers would have already crumbled to dust. Kira will die, and his death must throw the world into incredible chaos. Eroded justice systems that were structured merely for functioning with Kira would fail to function properly without him. Even if Kira is correct, his 'perfect world' is rather selfish and pointless if it is as short-lived as a portion of one human's lifespan and if he refuses to work in cooperation with the rest of the world."

It's almost as if he's trying to convince me personally, as if he's no longer talking about a hypothetical broadcast.

L leaned down, his face hovering above Light's own, and said, "Some of the things you say... you are oddly defensive about Kira. It is always indirect, though, as if you wish to hide it."

After a long pause, L said, "Yes, my suspicions are beginning to settle on you. I think you could be Kira."

Light tried to do nothing but stare at his computer screen and the data it displayed, but he could feel one pinky finger twitching and his legs, under the table, were starting to shake just slightly. It felt like history repeating itself all over again, the humiliation of the To-Oh entrance ceremony, and the shock of L's accusation after the tennis game.

No! He can't get to me like this. It is either some test, or some subconscious part of himself that is running his thoughts along the same lines as when he was alive. It's meaningless!

Light focused hard and brought every bit of himself under control. He knew his face was serene and his body was still.

I will get the upper hand again. It is time to move to an environment where he can't harass me so easily, and then I can put him in his place. All I need to do is to emphasize how all of the task force members have been Kira suspects, to spread his suspicion more widely.

Light got up and went to the bathroom. L trailed along behind him. The accursed magazine was there, sitting next to the sink and open to the article. Light entertained fantasies of killing the journalist.

Before Light could say a word, L closed the door behind them and said, "Look under the sink."

Light crouched down and found his cellphone there, lounging among Misa's lotions and body sprays.

Nobody could hear his voice. At worst, he could text, but he doesn't know anyone's number and I've disabled the directory look-up feature.

Light said, "What? Did you steal this?"

"Yes, I did. Yesterday, as you were leaving, Yuri had her phone number written on a piece of paper and she tried to pass it to you. You did not notice this, and she was not looking down, so I took the paper from her hand and I suppose she thought it was you. So that others would not see a floating piece of paper, I placed it in your pocket, and then I retrieved it later. I've been texting Yuri, pretending to be you."

That bastard! Stealing and lying! He's full of his old habits!

L continued with, "I had read in one of the articles that people who undergo traumatic experiences sometimes lose memories of those events, so I used this excuse and told her that I actually remembered almost nothing of the incident and requested that she tell me everything."

There was a tiny hint of a smirk on L's face and Light wanted to punch it as hard as he could.

L said, "You obtained Raye Penber's name before his death, in a bus hijacking incident that seemed engineered to convince him to reveal his name. The hijacker died."

"I'm not Kira. All of us here have incidents from our past, incidents that suspicious or worse. It's my conclusion that Kira was trying to cast suspicion on many people associated with the NPA in order to draw L close to the NPA and reveal himself. It worked, and you died. That was simply Kira's ploy during that stage of the case."

"And yet," L mused, "you are defensive and you refuse to tell me every last detail about the Kira case, especially the early portion of it. I am forced to pry the information out of you bit by bit, or I have to do my own investigation."

L wasn't giving much room, crowding Light against the wall. The urge to shuffle further backwards was almost overwhelming, but Light wouldn't do it. He knew he'd stand his ground, even though L was only inches from his face, breathing directly on him, nostrils flared.

Light said, "Humans suffer from trauma more strongly than you do. Difficult times, such as being accused of being Kira, are very painful to discuss and often nearly impossible. To give you a detailed account of everything right now, it might send me into a nervous breakdown."

L said, "Light, I'm not going to accept any more evasive answers about this. Do you agree with Kira or not?"

"In my heart, I think Kira could be right. But this thought is not a crime or any kind of evidence! Even Matsuda thinks this way, and large segments of society do too."

L backed off slightly and said, "You're correct, Light. There is no proof yet that you're Kira. I am inexperienced and perhaps I am too quick to judge. More study is needed. I believe it would be a good idea for me to text Near and ask him some questions. I know the secret number you use to contact him and-"

"You don't understand what you're doing! You could mess up the entire investigation if you talk to Near. Remember how I said I might get killed for a suspicion? That applies to Near and the SPK too. Besides, it won't work. That number isn't good any more. It has changed by now."

L looked at the floor, head hanging, and said, "I wouldn't say anything that would cause suspicion for you, Light. I simply need more answers. Near might know about L's past. Please have pity on me. My curiosity is too much to endure."

"I'll buy you more books soon, and we'll do also more work on the investigation. You're young and new. This is the way little kids are, with so many questions that the adults cannot keep up. I know it isn't your fault you're like this, L, but you can be patient, can't you? If you must fill up your hours and you've run out of nonfiction, start on the fiction. There's plenty more of it."

L sighed and then suddenly Light was swept into a hug with wings and arms at once. L said against Light's ear, "I'm sorry. You give good advice, even if you might be Kira. I feel as if I can't stay still, as if my boredom and curiosity will eat me alive. Is this loneliness?"

Light squeezed L back and said, "It's a common problem. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of you as much as I can and we'll combat it together."

"Do you want to have sex now?"

"No, the others will wonder where I am. I need to go back immediately. Do you think you can stay out of trouble?"

"Yes. Thank you, Light."

There wasn't much trouble from L for the rest of the work day, though Light didn't like the look he kept getting. It was that same blank stare with the weight of those secret calculations that Light simply knew were going on in L's head. It was purely unsettling, difficult to adjust to after having so many years without it.

As soon as the last man, Aizawa, went home for the day, L dropped from the ceiling to land right in front of Light and said, "Now we should plan for the trip. It would be completely dark inside the building without electricity, yes? So all we really need is a couple of flashlights. We don't even need rope, since I can carry you up or down any wall."

Light came up with excuses to try to delay the trip at least a few days, but L forced him to explain every possible problem and then expertly deflected each problem with a suggested solution. L even made him look up the police schedules for patrolling each area of Tokyo, to be sure of the best time of getting inside.

Then it was merely a case of waiting for darkness to arrive and working on various plans, both overt and subtle, as well as ordering a large number of new books for L that would arrive soon. Light developed a series of plans for dealing with L's unruliness, entirely worked out in his mind. There were ways of pushing back at L if he pushed too far, including at the very least cake deprivation and, at the most, forcing him into a complete impasse where he would be helpless to make a significant move in any direction.

It would require revealing certain facts, though, along with a bit of cruelty that might make L less friendly, so the most extreme plan would be best to hold in reserve for emergencies.

When darkness fell, there was first an extended trip around the city by taxi, bus and subway, going in circles and using all sorts of tricks to throw off any possible followers and then to confirm that none were there.

Once everything was safe, they were deposited close to the old investigation headquarters and walked the rest of the way. It was a business district with few restaurants or social venues, so the streets were about as empty as they could be. People on the sidewalk were widely spaced.

After circling the building several times and L scouting by popping through the walls, but announcing he could see nothing in the blackness within, L decided that the best place to break in would be on the roof. Anything at street level would be too noticeable for the sparse pedestrians. Looking up at the sheer height of the building, Light reluctantly agreed and L grabbed him under the arms, crouched down, and then jumped into the air.

It was horrible. Being carried by L was like the worst amusement park ride ever. Light had to close his eyes to keep from losing his lunch, and even then, the bottom seemed to drop out of his stomach, and he wanted to scream, and every instinct he had told him he was going to die, until at last the sharp wind of travel stopped blowing in his face and Light felt a graveled roof crunching under his shoes.

He sank onto it gratefully and opened his eyes just as L's hands disengaged. L was swooping ahead to the door that led within, going right through it and then back out several times as Light closed the distance.

When Light arrived, L said, "I suspect this was built to be difficult to unlock even from the inside. I don't have the patience for it. You'd best stand well away in case there is shrapnel."

The moment Light had taken cover, L kicked the metal wall beside the door a couple of times, bending it inward, and then placed both hands in the widened crack he'd created and ripped the door off entirely.

The interior of the building was a ragged, pitch-dark hole that slowly began to glow a dim red, illuminating a long hallway. It looked like an entrance to hell.

Light said, "No! This is impossible! We removed the back-up generators before we closed it down for the last time."

"Obviously," L said dryly, "there are additional generators that are hidden from you, and that would only be triggered under special circumstances."

There was nothing to see except the metal walls and floor, dust, and that red glow. L walked in and Light followed. The air inside smelled thick and stale, almost painful to breathe, the dust tickling in Light's throat. There was another door up ahead, with a glowing panel on it for scanning palm-prints and beside it a keypad and a retina-scanner.

L said, "Since I have broken in, it is possible that I will have triggered traps of some sort. I do not think it is wise for either of us to put our hands or eyes on those things. I will go ahead solidly and if anything happens, it will happen to me instead of you."

L became corporeal, marked by him beginning to leave bare footprints in the thick dust of the floor. Light ran to a nearby closet and got a broom, brushing out his own footprints and L's as they proceeded. Just in case Near or somebody else was drawn to investigate, it wouldn't be good to leave personalized clues.

When he got to the next door, L ripped it off as well, provoking additional little yellow lights scattered here and there at intervals along the ceiling to turn on and pulse, not as bright as the red glow of the emergency illumination, but somehow making the scene slightly less eerie.

After that, it was an exhausting march downward, spiraling and spiraling through the maze of the building, L thoroughly checking out every single room, hallway, piece of machinery and closet on the way down. L discovered a few secret rooms that had no apparent doors leading into them, but seemed to find nothing satisfying in them.

L radiated aggression and Light hung back. It didn't help Light's sense of apprehension that L violently tore up every door that got in his way. Seeing him like that, displaying the full fury of his supernatural strength, led to unpleasant imaginings that Light had to force out of his mind.

All the time, Light was thinking of that last room they'd get to, the most difficult room to get to from either entrance, especially with the elevator refusing to work. It was the safest and most important room of all, the one where ninety-five percent of the work was done, the room where L had died. Light almost wanted to send L ahead by himself and avoid it, but that wouldn't be good. If L started remembering, he needed to be guided and coddled every step of the way, to ensure the maximum loyalty no matter what might be revealed.

When they got there, walking down those glass steps without a railing at one side of the huge room, L's entire body language changed, tensing. He stopped on the steps and stared, gazing over and over the red-tinted room.

L said, "I have an image in my mind, of an old man with a mustache. It is snowing and I am very small. I hold his hand and in front of us, there is a building with crosses on top."

His voice sounded lost and afraid.

It's not a problem if he remembers. I will convert him into a Kira supporter. My plans will give me enough time to do that.

L jumped off the stairs and flew down to the front center of the room. The chairs had been removed years ago, but the computer monitors and the long counter were all still there. Light swept their footprints away as he hurried to join L, where he truly, truly did not want to be.

In a puff of dust, L dropped to the floor and lay down just where he'd died, staring at the ceiling, wings spread. Light had an absurd image in his head of children making snow-angels.

"Hold me," L said.

Light replied, "It's too traumatic. This is not good."

Light was shocked at hearing the shake in his own voice.

L insisted, "Hold me, or we won't leave."

Light approached, feeling as if a giant trap was about to spring on him. Chills ran up and down his back as he assumed the position that he knew L wanted, that he knew L must be remembering. It was almost exactly the same scene as it had been years ago, except for the missing chairs, the dust, and L's slightly altered body. Even the red back-up lights lent to the sense of history repeating itself. It was sickly fascinating, Light's heart thudding in his chest so hard he wondered if L could hear the thumps of it.

Looking down, Light saw L's eyelashes were wet.

Light realized he had an erection and tried to shuffle his hips and lean over more so L wouldn't see.

"Smile for me," L said.

"No. You don't understand this-"

L reached up and twisted Light's lips into a crude imitation of a smile. As L held the "smile" in place, L's other hand went to the center of his chest and he said, "It was the worst pain I had ever experienced, right here. I'm sure of it."

L's hands fell to the floor and his head flopped back. He felt so dead and nerveless that Light shuddered.

"Watari died," L said flatly, "all data deletion."

Breaths moved in and out of Light. He waited, his expectations growing worse and worse.

"You killed both of us," L said.

"No," Light said, "Rem killed you, and I killed Rem, to avenge you-"

L was suddenly springing up and all in one motion almost too quick to believe, Light found himself pinned against the far wall, Light's feet dangling above the floor, L's hands at Light's neck and shoulder.

L said, "I could tear you to pieces."

"And you would die for it."

L coldly said, "I know."

Those large eyes, always so perceptive, so knowing, were boring relentlessly into Light. He couldn't escape the gaze.

Light said, "If I am Kira, and you kill me, we'll die together and the Kira who is out there will continue unhampered. You'll never have the chance to truly find and stop Kira. You can't torture me into cooperating, because any serious injury to a human will kill you, and you have no idea where the boundary might be drawn between a minor injury and a serious one."

"I have already thought of this."

L's voice had never been colder. Light squirmed in the iron-strong grasp, trying to get comfortable, trying to not have chills running up his spine.

Light said, "Did you also think that if I'm Kira, then I would have set up a trap to kill all the task force members if I'm placed under heavy suspicion or taken into custody? It is not worth it for you to reveal anything that would make the task force believe I'm Kira, or to get me arrested by Near's group."

"Yes. Of course there are hostages. Kira loves to hide behind others, doesn't he?"

It was all Light could do to avoid rising to the bait, to avoid reacting with anger and a direct admission of being Kira.

Instead, Light said, "We're at an impasse, if I'm Kira. You have nothing to gain from acting against me."

"Then, this means you are not my enemy, Light."

What? I've converted him? Is this a trick?

L continued with, "Killing you is pointless, and I am not fond of killing, anyway. Turning you in is also pointless. Those stray death notes are the real enemy. All I must do is to locate them in such a way that I can destroy all of them at once, and then Kira will be utterly defeated, with no hope of ever returning. Unlike with an ordinary criminal, the very mental essence of Kira will be gone."

L let go and Light dropped to the floor, rubbing his neck and glaring.

There's no way L would be able to actually do that. He doesn't know how flawless my plan is this time, so flawless that even a hostile shinigami can't do anything worse than inconvenience it a bit.

L said, "What's wrong, Light? Don't you think it's fair? If you destroy large portions of my memory, I'll destroy large portions of yours. It's an eye for an eye."

Light said, "I don't know what you think you're going to do. How will this change anything? We'll both investigate Kira side by side. The result is the same either way."

L stalked to the counter that ran the length of the room below the multiple monitors, and hopped up there, crouching, wings folded behind him, a finger in his mouth.

He said, "You forget that I have all the advantages in this situation except for the full use of my memory, and even that may return in time. I'm always watching you, I don't need to sleep and I'm physically stronger than you."

"I could stop buying cake for you. Your body will get tied up into knots."

L swooped forward, alighting just in front of Light, grabbed his hips, swung him around and pushed him forward. Light took a forced step to keep from falling. L pushed again and kept going, walking Light along by grasping his hips and pushing all the way to the counter. Then L grabbed Light's hand and forced his fingers to make various movements against the counter.

"See?" L said, "I can walk you around like a puppet. I can force you to the store, write down an order using your hand, and pay with your money. If you struggle much, you'll just end up looking insane or revealing too much to Kira's enemies. Now, I will tell you what you're going to do to provide the resources I need to locate all the notebooks."

"No!"

"Did you forget that I'm capable of screaming for hours at a time? Light, I can make you quite miserable without any chance of breaking a rule."

"Nothing will change no matter what you do. It's a futile quest to begin with."

In a cool, soft voice that was somehow even more terrifying for its calm, L said, "I could reach directly through your clothing and bring you to orgasm with my hands or my mouth while the others watched, holding you down so you couldn't get away."

"That's... that's not right! That's a crime."

"Light, you don't have the moral high ground in this situation, so stop pretending that you do. Educating me of what sex is by performing the act on me, that was morally dubious, yes, extremely dubious. You are very lucky that I wanted it. Now be quiet and listen to my plan."

Well, he's an idiot if he's going to simply tell me his plan. I may as well indulge him.

"Go ahead," Light said.

L said, "Using your authority as the current L, I will secure an additional team of investigators and conduct my own investigation independent of your own. Every part of my investigation will be set up with the utmost secrecy, and I will warn everyone involved that even L must not be given the identities of this new team. I will lead them from a distance, through the computers. You will be physically near me as I investigate, of course, but I will restrain you and place several walls between us at those times, so that you will know as little as possible. I'll work the night shift, you'll work the day shift while I observe everything you do, and one of us will win."

So, he's only proposing a battle of wits? That's easy. It'll be his investigation against mine, again, and I'll prevail. I'm used to it.

Light said, "I still think it's pointless, but I'll accept it."

"Good," L said, and held out his hand.

Light shook the offered hand, feeling very strange, as if he'd just been deeply into the experience of watching a horror movie and someone had abruptly changed the channel.

"I'll win," L said, "I am justice."

Light had a sudden image of L dressed as the statue for the personification of justice, and he wanted to laugh.

L said, "Let's go home quickly. I have the feeling that there is still some trap here. Could we fly directly back from this building's roof to your home roof?"

"No! We're taking a taxi."

"Very well," L said, and so they went up to the roof, and L took Light on another stomach-sickening flight down to street level. All the way home, L was unusually well-mannered and polite. Light was almost expecting some kind of outburst or sudden trick and he watched L warily, yet nothing happened. The tension was almost palatable by the time they walked into the apartment.

It was still empty, nobody there.

"Come," L said, and wandered towards the bedroom.

Light followed, expecting a sudden ambush, or for L to bring up another article and start an argument about it. Instead, L almost gently pushed Light into the bed, crawling on top of him and kissing him right on the mouth, the bandages all over L's body suddenly loose and revealing. L's fingers were flying over the buttons of Light's shirt, undressing him fast and peeling back the fabric.

Light muttered, "What? You still want to-"

L replied, "Yes, I do."

"Why?"

Little nibbling kisses trailed over Light's shoulder and then chest. He shivered under them.

L said, "You want to as well, don't you?"

"Yes."

A hand palmed Light's growing erection through the confines of his trousers.

L whispered, "Then, why not?"

Why not, indeed?

Light gave in to the delicate touches, to L's soft hands gently peeling away his clothing. As he lay under L and stroked those beautiful wings and let L do things and do things until Light was at last coaxed into a magnificent, shuddering climax, he couldn't help but think of how perfect it all was.

It seemed right that the competition between them had resumed. Interacting with L was something that Light had missed. Having a worthy enemy who was on the verge of being defeated put excitement and meaning into life. It had been so boring in the years without L, more boring than Light had been willing to admit to himself at the time. He could see that, now. That was why he'd made the few little slip-ups that had led Mello and Near to be so hot on his trail.

L's previous words echoed through Light's mind:

I feel as if I can't stay still, as if my boredom and curiosity will eat me alive. Is this loneliness?

It was good to have an enemy, to keep that enemy close, to use him perfectly. There was no plan that could be better than this one.

Light snuggled deeply into L's arms, feathers all around him, feeling the warmth of that strange almost-human body, smelling L's unique new scent. He felt masterful, capable of anything.

L leaned over Light and sweetly, threateningly, whispered, "Every time Misa attempts to have sex with you, I will be watching and commenting. She doesn't have the brazenness to fuck in front of me, so you'll never have sex with her again. I'm too selfish to share."

Light sighed and his heart agreed. There was something very wonderful about at last being freed of Misa's unwanted demands.

A/N (Author's Note):

There is one more chapter to this fic. You might think there is only one way to wrap up a fic with a set-up like this within one chapter, but I'm hoping to surprise you by introducing some unusual elements.

The stuff about shaken baby syndrome was based on some articles I found that are several years old.

I also wanted to say that Ruin Takada contacted me about a petition/cause that Death Note fans are gathering force behind: to get fan fiction dot net to add "Yamamoto" to the drop-down list of selectable Death Note characters. He's a minor character who goes to high school with Light. Some even more minor characters do already appear on the drop-down list, so it's only fair if Yamamoto would too.

If you want to help with this, email an FFN admin according to the procedures for adding a new character, or visit Ruin Takada's profile on FFN to see if there's anything else you can do.
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