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Bride of the Monster	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Crossovers Views: 3540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 6

Their first night sleeping in the new place, Light was surprised that L was apparently going to sleep with him. There was no bed, only a cozy little chamber with soft material lining the walls, ceiling and floor, and instead of a bed there was a series of straps to keep drifting to a minimum, much like astronauts slept.

Light could tell the straps weren't real restraints. He could get out of them whenever he wanted to, and even when all of them were in place, L was well within his reach.

"Aren't you afraid I'll try to kill you in your sleep?" Light asked.

L simply replied, "I doubt that your biological imperative would actually let you go through with killing me."

L touched one of the mounds of swollen skin, gently caressing it, and said, "For as long as you are pregnant with my offspring, your brain will rebel if you try to kill me. If you were able to get one of the harpoons and aim it at me, your hand would shake and go limp at the last moment, and you would feel overwhelmed with shame and the wrongness of your action."

Light said, "And, if at any point I'm not pregnant, I'll rapidly menstruate to death without you?"

"Exactly," L said, in a tone as if that were a comforting thing, "but I'll fulfill my duties and keep you in a constant state of pregnancy, so that you'll never suffer a menstrual cycle. During any short windows when your biological imperative might be low, at those times I would be extra vigilant. But, it is not such an odd thing with us, is it? If you never made another attempt on my life, things could get boring over the course of eternity. The risk, though small, adds a sense of challenge to our relationship."

Light didn't know what to say to that collection of insanity and contradictions, so he simply stared and let L kiss him, opening his mouth for L and moving his tongue against L's, trying to get the saliva drug, craving the hazy, sleepy feeling that made the entire situation feel distant and not so horrible. It was comforting when the drug haze at last washed over him and he drifted off to sleep.

Over the next days Light found himself settling down into a pattern. He tended to get fucked in both the mornings and the evenings, while for at least half of each day L went hunting. During the time L was hunting, Light worked on various schemes whenever he didn't lazily fall into the life L had intended for him, of settling into his home and indulging in self-entertainment.

When L returned from hunting later in each day, they would eat, do various homey things together such as watching television or playing chess, and sometimes go on tours of the outside.

The plan Light was putting most of his work towards was to create a communication device. He took various little-used electronics into the dry rooms, cracked their waterproof cases, and disassembled them for parts. His increasingly lumpy, swollen form was more and more difficult to maneuver when in the dry rooms, but he endured it, dragging his bulk along by sheer willpower, even crawling on his stomach like a worm when he needed to.

Contacting anyone through radio signals or through phones or the internet was Light's goal. He wasn't sure if he knew quite enough about electronics to build what he wanted, but he kept trying, and L seemed uninterested in the dry rooms, and so Light's tests progressed unhampered as his many wombs gradually swelled up, making him feel more grotesque than ever.

At last, after many failures, Light had what he thought was a working phone, one that would send out and receive signals through the same satellite receiver that the TV signals came in on. He tried the first test on a Tokyo phone number that was simply a recorded voice that read weather reports endlessly, and his hand shook and his eyes prickled as that familiar, passionless woman's voice spoke into his ear from the device he'd created.

He hung up and then immediately began entering in the number of Misa's most-used cellphone, knowing that she was the best hope, if she was still alive and hadn't been caught.

Don't you dare have erased your memory!

If she wasn't caught and the others still lived, she might be under surveillance, so Light held in his mind various coded ways of speaking to her as he waited for the connection.

But the number had been disconnected. It wasn't in service any longer.

Light tried Misa's other two cellphones and got exactly that same result.

This doesn't prove Misa's been caught, but I should take it as a possibility that they may have found proof that I'm Kira. To work around that, Matsuda is the best choice. He is almost sympathetic to Kira and he's the easiest one to manipulate or trick.

Light called, hoping that everything would work out for the best.

When he heard Matsuda's voice on the other end, saying, "Hello," Light wanted to cry from relief.

Instead, he said, "Matsuda! It's me, Light! I'm alive but L has me. You've got to help before L kills me."

In a voice choked with emotion, Matsuda said, "You should be dead, Light! You should be dead."

Light's hand shook on the makeshift phone cradle he'd created, but he kept it pressed to his ear and mouth and said, "What? I'm not Kira. L went insane and framed me. He's the only one who could do that."

"You're Kira," Matsuda replied, "and your father wrote your name. After Misa confessed everything, your father said it was the only way to bring you to justice. How are you alive?"

I must be immune, by not being human any more. L had thought they might write my name after finding I was Kira, but he used his threat to protect me in the short time while I was still vulnerable.

Light said, "Then Misa is part of the frame-up too. Please, L is doing horrible things to me. Please help! You know the case against me isn't solid if L is an insane criminal himself. Even if it were solid, what is happening to me isn't justice. Can you see that?"

L always said that if my father found out, he would kill me and then himself. Is Dad still alive?

After a long, anxious pause, Matsuda said, "Light, I don't know. But it's proven you're Kira. We found Ryuk, and even he says so. How could you write the names, knowing that people were dying? How do you do that and then sleep at night?"

"I promise you, Matsuda, everything will become clear if I'm rescued, and the Kira case is not like you think it is. What you need to do, fast, is to figure out where this signal is coming from. I don't know how long it will be until L returns and prevents me from ever calling again. Get on another phone and get some competent specialists at the NPA to track me down while we talk. If you don't, I could die."

Light's voice sounded hollow and wooden to his own ears, not up to his usual suave persuasiveness. He swore silently at himself and resolved to pour more effort into getting the right tone.

Matsuda hissed, "She killed Mogi and Aizawa, she killed them, attempting to force them to betray the rest of us and to hand over information about where you were being kept. They spent their last days doing pointless controlled actions. Aiber and Wedy disappeared. Your father would have written his own name, except that he's guarding your sister and mother against L, because of L's threat."

Light said, "I don't blame you if you hate me, but if you waste time when you could be tracing this call, you'll always regret it and you'll never know the full truth. Get an expert now. I might not have much time. L's been torturing me and doing surgery on me. I'm in an underwater base, somewhere far from land. L has a lot of resources and he's expecting an attack, so make sure the rescuers have plenty of firepower and that they approach carefully."

The tone still felt wrong. Light trembled, angry at himself for not getting it right.

Matsuda replied, "What, so we can bring you in and then execute you? Your father has suffered enough. He doesn't need to deal with that. He can't even kill Misa, because she suddenly doesn't remember anything and it seems too pitiful. I- I can't kill her either and we can't put her on trial because higher-ups would snatch the notebooks and use them for who knows what."

Making his voice low and urgent, Light said, "Please! Save me. With all the surgery, I don't even look human any more. I'm in pain. I almost can't walk. He's feeding me nothing but live fish. Please help!"

"And how many people would die rescuing you? No, stay right there, Light. Don't call again."

"Matsuda! Don't-"

There was a click and the line went silent. Light wracked his brain for the next strategy to try, the next person to call.

My father won't want to rescue me, but he knows this isn't justice. It would be very difficult to get his cooperation, but it could be done, especially with the right lies.

Or, I might call a complete stranger and try to arrange a rescue, but I need a story that would be more believable than the truth and would result in the correct preparations. Nothing particularly suitable comes to mind. Nobody mounts highly-armed rescue operations to the bottom of the sea on the strength of a phone call.

Surely, my father still is the best opportunity.

Light raised his hand to enter his father's cellphone number but L's voice was suddenly on the line.

"It has been interesting to hear your conversation, but I'm afraid I can't let it proceed further. My amusement only extends so far. I'm in the process of reprogramming our satellite receiver and your calls will no longer go through."

Light called his father anyway, hoping L's modifications hadn't made it impossible quite yet, but there was no ringing at all.

L said, "There. I'll also be destroying your equipment. You've abused the privilege of having dry rooms, so the water-locks will open momentarily and flood everything. The locks will remain open and will refuse to close or to pump the water out."

A rushing sound happened and Light glanced to the far wall, to see the water-lock's metal door beginning to crack open and a small waterfall rushing through the crack into the room. He held up his cobbled-together equipment and thought, hard, of how to prevent it, but it was futile. The water level rose and rose, no matter what Light did, until everything was immersed and the equipment died. Light morosely swam through the open locks and into the rest of the complex, hating L bitterly.

It's not my fault. He has too many resources here. Our intelligences aren't battling equally because he's cheating.

Light found himself settling in front of the television, flipping through the channels to soothe himself, and then fuming again when he got his first post-abduction glimpse of Misa, doing some stupid interview about the imminent release of her movie. She looked somewhat sad but was rather blank-faced and oblivious.

You lucky idiot! You've only got one vagina! You don't know how easy your life is!

One of the most swollen wombs along Light's side twitched and thumped, a wrong, painful feeling. He placed a hand on it, and then realized the baby inside was kicking.

Stop that! It really hurts!

The thumping continued for a time and then died down.

This is wrong. It shouldn't be big enough to kick, but then, it isn't a human. It might be developing much faster.

Light swam into a room where there was a huge mirror, and drifted in front of it, examining the body that he'd really tried not to look at for some time. His head, neck, hands and feet were all the correct size and normal, except for the gills on his neck. The rest of his body was a series of swollen lumps completely hiding the shape of whatever might be underneath, with a vagina at the end of each lump. From judging the size of the lumps in relation to pregnant women he remembered, he guessed that each pregnancy was the equivalent of the eighth or ninth month. The thought was dizzying.

I'll give birth soon. What will we do with so many? L has never really said, and there aren't any cribs or baby equipment or rooms that seem like nurseries. Will the little ones be self-sufficient like young fish?

It was a troubling question, and one that L wouldn't answer when he returned, instead constantly changing the subject. Light expected the worst as his mind imagined various scenarios, including particularly the image of a birth that would cause his body to explode into bloody chunks, or perhaps young with sharp teeth eating their way out of the wombs.

There was a day when he felt the births were about to happen, a sure, undeniable instinct deep within him. His instinct also told him to hide this fact from L, and so he put on a normal facade and carefully monitored his mood, habits and facial expressions to be completely normal and unrevealing.

After L left on a hunting trip, Light felt compelled to find the right spot, and so he wandered outside until he found an unaltered old lava-tube cave right on the edge of their domain, with a swift, deep current just outside. It felt protected and yet exposed in exactly the right way, and Light fell completely into the grip of his instincts, his body rippling over and over with intense contractions in each womb, the contractions according to a different rhythm for each one.

The process was painful, completely overwhelming, and all-consuming. Light could barely even think, but he eventually became dimly aware that one swollen womb on his left arm was going to give birth before any of the others, and he watched with morbid fascination as it stretched and stretched and stretched. He screamed and panted by turns as the baby crowned through the cervix, almost mindless with agony as it slowly slid out the vagina lips, hurting and hurting and it was too much.

Instinct was all that was left in Light, an overwhelming force that caused him to reach out to that tiny, wrinkled newborn, perfect and human-looking except for its gills, only to pull it close. He crunched through its soft skull with his teeth, devouring it bite by delicious bite. It was by far the best food he had ever eaten in his life. He wanted more and more, and he giggled to think how many young were yet waiting to be born and would soon be devoured, an amazing feast that should last many hours.

Light was lost in an agony of pain and hunger after that, continuing to give birth, and the next two babies were too swift and swam out of reach, riding the current far away, but the one after that Light managed to catch, and he pulled the screaming infant to his mouth and crunched the foot right off. The flesh was chewy like squid, with a soft bone, still being formed. The bones were the best parts of these babies. They sent Light into a height of bliss he could hardly believe.

Suddenly, L darted into visibility around the entrance of the cave, snatching the screaming baby from Light, putting the end of the severed leg into his own mouth. Light sobbed in frustration at the thought that L might steal his feast and swam forward to fight for his meal, but he was too large and slow and contractions were rippling through yet another womb, making it hard to move.

But L wasn't eating the baby.

The leg-end popped out of L's mouth covered with that blue goo, L's biological sealant for wounds, and L let the baby go. It swam into the current and was carried away, out of sight. L was staring and staring at Light, with an intensely condemning look in his large, dark eyes.

With an immense stretching sensation, another baby's head started to emerge from a vagina on Light's lower belly. L circled Light, grabbing a wrist, pulling out cuffs and chains from a mesh bag he carried, and then cuffing that wrist and chaining it to a nearby rock protrusion. Light struggled, but L prevailed, darting agilely around, getting the other wrist and each ankle cuffed and chained as well, leaving Light spread-eagled at the cave entrance, his arms and legs pulled taut, unable to reach for the baby that was slipping out and away, kicking with tiny legs as Light sobbed in hunger, the craving making his entire body shake.

L nestled behind him, cuddling up to Light's shoulders, and said, "I'm sorry. I completely misjudged the day you would give birth. I was hoping to sedate you through the entire process to spare you this experience. Females are cannibals."

It was unbearable. The instinct burned in Light's brain, relentless and all-consuming. He felt as if he'd go insane, or as if he already were insane and was about to sink to unheard-of depths if he couldn't eat more babies. Immense sadness washed over him at the lost opportunities.

"L, let me have another one," Light said, "I need it. I can't stand it. Please! Just one more!"

But in his mind, Light knew that one more little body to devour wouldn't be enough. No, not even slightly enough.

L said, "Most of them will be eaten by sharks or other predators. Still, it doesn't feel right to let you eat them. It's obviously time to sedate you."

Light tried to bite, but L's fingers were forcing into his mouth, prying it open to prevent biting, and then L yanked his head back and L's open-mouthed kissing overwhelmed Light, as he tried to struggle against those fingers that wedged his jaws open. Only moments later, the hazy feeling started, and yet L didn't stop, L was feeding him more and more and more of that drugged saliva, more than Light had ever had before, until he was barely aware of anything.

There was a dim feeling of contractions sometimes in one part of his body, or sometimes another, and from time to time he noticed L talking to him or swimming around him, but mostly he felt warm and fuzzy and almost asleep. Quite some time later, he thought L was swimming and pulling him along home, and much later than that, he opened his eyes to find himself floating in one of the larger rooms that had been carved out of bedrock, every vagina on his body aching and sensitive, L rubbing him all over with a soft cloth.

After quite a bit of loving attention, L seemed to be satisfied with the cleaning, and then he put his mouth over each vagina one by one, exuding his blue biological sealant over the sore flesh of each, producing an intense soothing and healing feeling.

When every vagina was sealed away, Light said, "What will happen to our babies? Will they ever return?"

L replied, "There are several possible outcomes. If they remain on their own in the ocean, by an extreme chance they might avoid predators and grow up wild. They would be without any language and unlikely to ever find us in particular. If they instead find others of my kind, they will most likely be devoured by females, but there is some chance they might find an adoptive father who will protect them until they are grown large enough to no longer trigger the cannibalistic instinct."

"Can they survive on land?"

"If a little one is dry long enough for their gills to seal closed, the gills won't open again unless they are drowned almost to the point of unconsciousness. Our babies will appear entirely human if they wash up on beaches, and they may well get adopted by human families. Just think; with our immortality and your quick pregnancies, we should produce over a hundred offspring each year. Those that survive by washing up on beaches could eventually fill the world. Perhaps our genetics will overwhelm humanity."

Light laughed insanely to hear that.

Afterwards, a kind of hopeless funk invaded Light's mind. He floated almost entirely listless for a few days, with L waiting on him, hand-feeding him and rubbing his sore body. There was a residual craving for baby-flesh, and L helped Light to partly satisfy it by bringing him eggs of those sea birds that had mostly-formed embryos inside, with their soft, chewy bones.

Finally, when Light's vaginas were feeling better, all the little blue hardened pieces of goo drifted away almost at once. L was just swimming into the room at the time, and he eyed them hungrily, and then turned to Light, advancing on him with a fierceness in his mad eyes that Light hadn't seen since that time in the helicopter.

All of L's mating tentacles slid out, waving high like menacing cobras, and L pinned Light aggressively against the ceiling, pulling Light's legs open so far it hurt and entering in one vicious thrust.

Instinct responded in Light as he rubbed against his mate, wanting more, accepting the brutal, pounding thrusts, but he had enough presence of mind to ask, "What?"

"Mating frenzy," L gasped, and within moments Light was once again caught up in the most intense sexual experience he'd had since the one in the submerged helicopter.

A/N (Author's Note):

Well, we're at the end. The two of them live unhappily ever after, but with lots of horny goodness. That is, until Cthulhu rises, whenever that happens, perhaps thousands of years later. Then, probably, absolutely everyone everywhere dies, but who knows? Perhaps Cthulhu will keep some of the most twisted abominations alive just through sheer randomness, and L and Light are both some rather twisted abominations in this fanfic.

Ugh! I feel unclean just writing this. I've done some nasty things to Light in other fanfics, but I think this one far, far outweighs them all. I've also done some rather nasty things to L here. Yeah, it's true L won and he's in charge, but he's also completely evil and insane and a (quite literal) monster.

Poor, poor Light.

I hope I made it vile and mind-bending enough for the requestor.
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