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Raising Hell	By : High_on_the_Rainbow Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey everybody-! Rainbow-chan is in a good mood this time around! I'm feeling much better, and writer's block didn't last as long as I thought it would! Some interesting things happen…:3 Yays!
WARNING: Some mildly graphic sexual thoughts/dreams on L and Mello's part. Then again… this story is rated M. It will be getting more intense in later chapters, though I will mention when citrus presents itself in a given chapter. Also, I like being extremely graphic, yet tasteful—at least it is to me. Unless it's from Mello's POV (which I'm not sure I'll do unless someone really wants me to) I avoid profane terms and slang. I just don't like the way it sounds being read. You'll see what I mean in later chapters.
This is my first time writing and publishing anything like the following dream sequences. I read many M-rated, lemon-ridden stories, and I think it's good, but feedback is love.
Raising Hell – Chapter Seven
I feel my thoughts slowing down and can recognize my lack of sleep catching up to me. I lay my head on my thin, crisp pillow and drift off... Though the dream I had was a first, shocking me into remembering the base needs of my humanity, something I thought I had long forgotten and repressed into nothingness…
I am in my room, and shoot up from my crisp white sheets. I'm not sure what happened, but I know my dream was unpleasant. I turn and sit upright, trying to calm my body. I must have made some noise to alert someone to my presence, as a nurse comes in, Light-kun close behind her.
"Are you alright?" she asks, peering at me curiously through the darkness. I hesitate before I warily respond.
"…Yes," I reply. The nurse turns to Light-kun, a look of relief on her face.
"Well then, that settles that," she says. "I think you should head back to your room, Yagami-san." Before she can leave, Light-kun places his hand on her shoulder, an obviously practiced look of pleading and faux concern on his face.
"…Do you think… I could stay with him, nurse-san? …He's my friend ...and …I don't want him to have another nightmare," he explains. His pauses are well placed, giving a pretty convincing pretense of trepidation and desperation to help his 'friend.' I find myself beginning to loathe the word.
A blush crosses the girl's cheeks before she nods, giving a noise of confirmation and understanding. Must all women get weak in the knees at a mere look from him? How pathetic.
After thanking her, he closes the door, walking over to my bedside. His eyes are focused and his strides are full of purpose—I feel my body's desire to fidget with anxiety, but I resist, instead schooling my face into my practiced impassive look; I don't want to reveal anything he could use to his advantage.
"…What is Light-kun really doing here?" I question, looking at him with open suspicion. He merely smirks before sitting down, leaning in close, our faces now inches apart. I barely repress a shiver at his breath across my lips.
"…You are always mentioning me being Kira, and I have to wonder…," he begins, looking at me with eyes full of an emotion I can't quite identify. "…is this a fantasy of yours? Why else would you keep your knowledge of me to yourself?"
"...Wha-?" Before I can ask what he means, his lips are hungrily pressed to mine. I am momentarily shocked and my body stiffens, though when I feel his wet, silky tongue run the length of my lower lip, I grasp his shoulders tightly, digging my nails harshly into his skin and causing him to gasp—I use this moment to seize control from him; I may have been caught off guard, but I will never submit to him. My tongue tastes him, dancing and wrestling with him. After a few moments he gives in and he moans into me before he breaks the contact, gasping for air. He smirks lightly, his face lightly flushed a soft pink, the same color as his now slightly swollen lips.
"A-as I thought," he says breathlessly. "You want to dominate Kira, don't you? You're more possessive and aggressive than you let on, Ryuuzaki."
"…Shut up," I order. "Light-kun talks too much." I hastily move to forcefully capture his lips once again. I force my tongue pasts his lips, taking in all I can before the need for oxygen overcomes my body once more. Parting from him, I move to his neck and once I find his pulse begin to lightly suck on the sensitive skin. I grab a fistful of his soft auburn hair and tilt his head back to give me better access.
"Haah!" Light-kun gasps. I'll have to keep in mind that this area is sensitive. …I'll come back to it later.
"…Light-kun's pulse is sensitive it seems." He struggles to answer me.
"Y-yes… R-Ryuuzaki…" Light-kun seems to stop resisting me at this point, willingly baring himself to me, and I continue to nip and suck at his neck, moving to his collarbone.
"Mmm… Haaa… Ughn…" Light-kun reaches his hands towards my black hair, clearly wishing for more contact. I deny him, trapping his wrists under my hand and pinning him to the bed. As I part his legs with my knee and move to settle myself between them, he speaks. "…You r-really won't… give me any power, R-Ryuu… za… ki?" he asks between pants and gasps.
"…No, now shut up," I repeat, getting annoyed with his interruptions. I can't give him any power lest that massive ego of his overinflate further. I am rather childish and somewhat immature; I won't let him win. Besides, I can't help wanting to be selfish with him. I unbutton his shirt and kiss down his chest, taking in his perfectly sculpted form and deliciously creamy skin, which is lightly tanned. Travelling downward, I close my lips around his right nipple, earning a moan from him, and begin to suck gently, gradually becoming more forceful, teeth occasionally grazing the sensitive skin.
"Nngh… Ryuuzaki," he moans, writhing beneath me arching into my touch and seeking more of me. I can feel a heat slowly building in my lower abdomen at the wanton sounds he makes, the way he says my name, almost pleading. I wonder what his begging sounds like…
I begin to tease his left nipple with my thumb and index finger as I continue to use my tongue to play with his right. Once satisfied, I move back to his neck and bite down hard, drawing blood, tasting the coppery flavor as it washes over my taste buds. Perhaps it is only because this is a dream, but he tastes so... sweet. I hear him hiss in pain before a shaky breath of pleasure comes forth, and I use my tongue to soothe the area, leaving my mark. I realize with some bitterness that he was right—I want to own him, to own Kira, to be able to mark and possess him as mine.
"Ryuuzaki…," he whines as I slowly move my fingers across his torso, occasionally rubbing his sides. "S-stop teasing… Ngh… D-don't make me… w-wait any m-more… A-ah!"
"…No," I say, my own breath becoming labored, though I retain my authority. "Light-kun will wait. I do not take orders from him." He may be the mysterious and powerful Kira, but I love showing him that he holds no power or influence over me; I am not someone he can manipulate or intimidate into submission, and I won't allow him to think otherwise. I continue to torture him with gentle touches, memorizing every curve and dip of his lithe body; I can tell he wants more contact and his skin must be extremely sensitive by now, but I want to see him become a withering puddle of desire and neediness before I relieve him.
"…Light-kun," I say. He looks up at me with half-lidded amber eyes.
"Y-yes…? Ahh… Nnngh…" he asks, clearly impatient and at his limit with my slow pace. I slowly drag my fingers down his stomach towards his waistline.
"…Light-kun wants me to go further, doesn't he?" I inquire. He nods quickly. I lean in close before whispering my next words into his ear huskily. "If Light-kun wishes for more… then he needs to beg me. …I might consider if he were to ask nicely." I must admit this sadistic and power-hungry side of me is not something I would have thought myself prone to. It is a little surprising.
I feel him shudder beneath me at the feel of my breath on the sensitive skin of his ear, but as he registers my demand he looks at me defiantly. Once I start to lazily move my finger in a circular teasing motion against his inner thigh, his eyes seem to swallow his pride and concede defeat. "… Haah… R-Ryuu… z-zaki… Oh, god… Ple-"
I sit upright, suddenly feeling light-headed from moving too quickly. I look to the wall clock, realizing that only a few hours have passed. I sigh in exasperation; it felt like so much longer, and I almost wish it was so—the silence leaves me alone here with my thoughts, something I normally wouldn't have a problem with, but given the dream…
Honestly, I am a little afraid to think back on the dream I just had and my reaction to it—I almost wish I had heard Light-kun's plea. I have never had a dream like that before now. This is the same type of dream that Near had been having with Mello… 'If those dreams were a result of Near feeling lust towards Mello, it stands to reason that I have lustful feelings towards Light-kun. Is that why the feeling around him is different than with past subjects? Will it leave once I sate it?' As I ponder over these thoughts, I come across what Near had said to me in a previous conversation:
"I… fear I may be homosexual, nii-san."
Does this also make me homosexual? Like Near, I had never given much thought to my sexual orientation as it was never necessary, nor was I ever attracted to anyone aside from an experimental interest. I am unsure of what this means; if I am not and this is a one-time attraction, does it make me bisexual? No, as I have never been attracted to a female… Though, I don't find myself completely disgusted with women… Would I be asexual? I would not know how to classify this, as the only one I have ever felt this for is Light-kun, and there is no term for a sexuality towards a single person…
I try to think of why I am… attracted to Light-kun, as I am not one to deny something when the evidence is presented so clearly—my subconscious would not have shown me such a thing otherwise. At first, it was the same pull I felt towards any subject—I had an interest in his reactions. After a while, I began to see the intelligence behind his eyes, and grew to be obsessed with his mind… Is that where this stems from? I suppose Light-kun is physically attractive, though I never noticed until tonight… and he is the only one on my intellectual level. I suppose I want his mind.
I figure that I can accomplish two things with a single action; if I can advance with Light-kun I can not only sate this… lust, but I can convince him that he can use such a method to his advantage, making him less adverse to me, perhaps even letting down his guard. Seeing how he would react and use these circumstances will provide me with interesting reference as well. I do not expect him to be easily swayed, like otouto's subject—there is only a 29% chance of it, actually and is significantly lower than the 63.5% chance I predicted with Mello—but on the off chance that he is, I can use him to further my vision. He and Mello will make very useful assets. I decide to be forward with him; knowing what I do already, he will attempt to withhold information as he is not used to my being straight forward with him. It will be interesting, that much is certain… I wonder… how shocked will he be?
Deciding that I have mulled over the topic long enough, I lay on my side once more, no longer expecting sleep, but rather staring at the pure white of the walls, awaiting the morning. It is then that I will call otouto and ask about his results. In the meantime, what to do about my problem… Thankfully I am not as ignorant as otouto was.

All in all, things with Mello went better than I could have anticipated. I left the bathroom unscathed, and Mello has yet to approach me on the matter, not that I am unprepared. I believe he will either ignore the situation in the hopes of it simply evaporating—which won't happen and is rather naïve of him—or he will confront me, most likely with violence. I hope he chooses the former; he'll be easier to control and deal with that way.
I find myself recalling the sensations I felt as Mello moved and struggled beneath me, trapped against the tile by my body. I realize I love having power over someone like Mello, someone normally so defiant, so resistant to commands. 'Is this really all about his okaa-san anymore? I will still get his ability under my control, so I can get enjoyment out of this while also achieving my goals, can't I?' I find that I'm worried about these new feelings, but not necessarily insecure. I know that I like it.
I decide that the pleasure I feel will not hinder my focus and go to shower. I gather my towel and products, lathering up my hair. I focus on the soothing feeling, and I can't help wondering what Mello's hands would have felt like running through the locks, if I hadn't held him back… I shake my head; I can't allow myself these thoughts—the temptation is too great, especially as I am now. I quickly finish bathing, and towel off, pulling on my white flannel pajamas and leave to my bedroom. Looking around, I taking in my bed, my vanity dresser and my toys. Walking to the pile, I take out my box of dice and a bin full of Legos (all of them white, as I custom ordered them), carefully building some random imaginary structure subconsciously, stacking my dice around the city in the hopes of distracting myself from Mello long enough to fall asleep.
After a few hours, I find that my usual methods aren't working, and instead my thoughts travel back to past times spent with the blonde terror…
"Hey, freak! Ya home?! I challenge you! This time I'll definitely win, you bastard!" An eight and a half year old Mello calls up to my room from below the window, in the rose garden. I sigh in exasperation as I slowly lift myself from my bed. Just as I am getting dressed, my aniki walks in, apparently fed up with the noise, though his impassive face reveals nothing.
"…Otouto's rival is making quite a bit of noise," he states monotonously and without inflection. "…It is rather disruptive. …I suggest otouto quickens the pace of his morning routine. Is there any way to calm or quiet otouto's guest…? He has interrupted a rare moment of sleep," he explains tiredly. I know aniki has severe insomnia, so I tell him I have things under control.
"…I have informed the maids of Mello's presence," I begin. He rolls his eyes, and I agree with his thoughts; everyone should be aware of his presence by now with how loud he's been. "...The quickest way to quiet him is to serve him with chocolate, preferably Godiva or Ghirardelli. During the time he is quiet, I can only hasten to get ready. I am sorry he awoke you, L-niisan. I will reprimand and punish the maids harshly, and see to it that they do not falter again."
Nii-san nods before leaving and heading back to his quarters. I sigh and finish dressing. After closing my door and walking downstairs, I am greeted with the sight of a rather livid Mello.
"Hey, teme! Where's L? I got something to tell him," Mello says. I look down at him with silent irritation; I was under the impression he came to challenge me. Perhaps his affections and true motives lie with nii-san? For some reason this annoys me.
"…Anything you have to say to aniki can be relayed through me," I state coolly. "…Besides, I was under the impression you had another challenge to burden me with?" I inquire, knowing that it gets under his skin; I can't help but find some pleasure in the fact that I illicit these reactions, not nii-san. I wonder… why do I crave his attention so?
"Tch," He turns and glares at the maid holding the silver platter of gourmet chocolates, causing her to flinch—I will have to correct this imperfection later as such flaws are not acceptable—before grabbing another and chewing it angrily. "Never mind, fluff ball. I'll kick your ass! You won't win today! Then you won't be able to be so damn condescending, ya fuckin' albino freak!"
"…Very well, Mello," I say. I look at him with blatant lethargy and in a bored tone address him again. "…Although, you may want to invest time in devising more creative insults. Regardless, what is today's challenge?"
"Asshole! You are an albino freak! Whatever… Today's a swimming contest! I will fucking win this time, jackass!"
"…Of course you would pick something physical as your intellect pales in comparison to my own. Nonetheless, you hold no advantage, and I will emerge victorious. Also, your language is so uncouth. Please act more civilized and try not to yell. Perhaps cutting your hair would also stop others from mistaking you for a female."
"W-why you… You bastard! I'm not girly, damn it! At least I'm not a fluffy cotton ball!"
…Of course I beat him once again. I then find my thoughts travelling to the day he moved away…
"Hey, freak!" I turn to see none other than nine year old Mello running towards me waving his arms frantically in a rather excited fashion. I am used to his rather obnoxious and extremely uncivilized behavior by this point, but the next thing he says catches me off guard. "I'm moving!"
"…Excuse me?" I ask, rather dumbfounded. I was expecting another fruitless battle with him, not him leaving…
"Yeah, I'm going to live and travel with my cousin Misa. It's because of family circumstances, okay?! …I just …didn't want you to think you won yet, you bastard! …So …I'll be back in a few years, and when I come back, I'll fucking beat you, ya got it?! …Fuckin' albino freak," he grumbles. He pauses before suddenly looking up at me determinedly and speaking again. "...So ...today will be our last challenge for a while. And... I don't want you to go easy on me or pity me, got it, teme?!" I'm not sure why, but I find myself feeling rather empty. I nod and leave the property with him after leaving a note and sweets with nii-san. Later that same night, our parents were assassinated and we were shipped off to Whammy's Orphanage…
I suppose that these… urges have been building and developing for a long time now; I can see traces of them when I think back on my time with Mello with my recent insights. I decide to lay the thoughts to rest, reveling in my small victory.

As I lay in my bed, I'm full of self-loathing at my fuckin' defeat at the hands of Near of all fucking people! I know I've lost to him before, but this kind of defeat is too fucking much! I toss and turn, occasionally biting audibly into my bar of Godiva milk chocolate and chewing angrily. How dare he be so presumptuous! That fucking bastard!
"Okaa-san, what the fuck went wrong today?!" I shout in frustration, taking out my rage on an innocent wall, cracking the surface. I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with me! I'm not supposed to like it, but I kissed back like it was the most fucking natural thing in the world!
"…I am unsure, Mello dear," okaa-san answers slowly. "…I do not believe you would have acted this way if you did not have some feelings or experience some pleasure… Do not misunderstand, Mello dear, I support you and only you—I am on your side—but I think you should look at your heart deeply and honestly," she replies, choosing her words carefully.
"…Okaa-san," I begin, my voice deadly serious. "…I think you've fucking lost it." And with that final statement, I allow sleep to overtake me. I should probably stop fucking sleeping (along with punching the fucking wall; my landlord will kill me)—my subconscious seems to have a fucking sadistic streak and takes immense pleasure in fucking around with me lately…
I am walking to my homeroom class; already a pretty fucking obvious hint that this is a dream—I never go to homeroom. Turning the corner, I suddenly feel a sharp pain shoot up my arm to my shoulder as I'm pulled back and forced up against the lockers. Wincing at the sudden jolt of pain, I force open my eyes and see none other than mother fucking Near. Haven't I had to deal with enough of this asshole in school today?!
"Tch," I look away, deciding to try and talk my way out of this. "What do you want now, asshole?! Can't you see I'm sick of your shit?!" At this point I decide to give him my best death glare, fiercely looking into those hollow black eyes.
"…You are mine, Mello," he states monotonously, authoritatively and without inflection. I hate those fucking words! I want to slap that confidence right out of his fucking mouth! He tightens his grip on my shoulders and I know what's coming; I gasp at the pain and of course his fucking tongue enters me. I twist and slide my own tongue against his, doing anything I can to gain the upper hand. After nothing works, I decide to suck on his tongue, and I finally get somewhere.
"Mmm…" Near moans softly into me. 'Yes! I'm finally fucking getting somewhere! I won't let you get the better of me again, you fucking albino!' I think as I try to fight back. Figures my little win would be short lived.
Near decides to use my own fucking strategy against me, sucking my tongue and tilting my head back, deepening the kiss. 'Wait a fucking minute—this isn't a kiss; it's fucking oral assault!' Despite my thoughts and resistance, he doesn't stop. Figures even my fucking dream body would fucking work against me. I can feel my body weakening and giving into his ministrations, the back-stabbing, horny little-
"Nnn…" I can't hold back as I moan into him. He slowly releases my lips, trailing wet, warm kisses down my neck and sucking on a particularly sensitive area beneath my ear. "Nngh… Ughn… N-near…"
My eyes snap open as I feel him run his fingers along my inner thigh. I whimper pathetically and shiver involuntarily as he whispers his next words. "…You are mine, Mello." He bites my ear lobe until it bleeds before moving back down to the base of my neck. I hiss in wonderful agony as his lips move against my skin, and I feel the warm crimson trickle down my neck. "…You will know your place." He bites down violently on my collar bone, drawing more blood before slowly licking it up, running his tongue over the hickey to soothe the stinging pain. "…You cannot escape me. Don't forget that."
He pulls my hair sharply, and I cry out, pleasure fusing with and becoming indistinguishable from the pain; he swiftly covers my mouth with his own one last time, swallowing my voice, before he turns to leave. I fall to my knees on the cold linoleum floor and everything fades to white, mocking me, just like his fucking albino face...
I jolt awake, but somehow… I'm not all that fucking surprised at the dream. I'm just so fucking tired… Physically from looking over my damn shoulder all day and mentally from trying to figure this shit out. I decide to ask a question that I obviously have the fucking answer to, but I can't help holding out hope for a different answer.
"Okaa-san, is this another fucking premonition?" I ask in a tired and bored yet frustrated tone.
"…I think you already know the answer to that, Mello dear, but yes, it is. The majority of your dreams will be from now on," okaa-san replies. I hear something in her voice though that I can't quite place… Regret? Fatigue? Concern? …Wait, can a fucking voice even get fatigued? ...I guess it could get mentally exhausted. …Oh, fuck it. I need to figure this dream out. I try to take okaa-san's earlier advice into account; she hasn't been wrong yet, and I'm confident she's on my side—she wouldn't fucking betray me.
As much as I fucking hate to admit it… I liked Near kissing me… I don't fucking know why but I do—I can accept that as a fact and just a fact. I mean, why wouldn't I like a guy kissing me? I'm fucking gay after all. …That doesn't mean that I like him, though! 'I don't know what to fucking do… I need an outside opinion… Wait a damn second! Why didn't I think of this sooner?' I jump out of bed and grab my cell phone quickly dialing the number of only person I can trust aside from okaa-san—Matt!
"…Moshi moshi…?" After some groaning and shuffling, I hear Matt's tired voice answer me, and I almost sigh in relief. Almost, damn it.
"Matt, I know it's, like, fucking one in the morning, but I have a fucking emergency! Stop being a lazy ass hikikomori for ten minutes and fucking help me! And put down the goddamn game console or controller or whatever it is I know you're playing with; this is some serious shit!"
After some more shuffling and routine complaints, he gets back on the phone. About fucking time! ...I mean, I know that he's a lazy ass hikikomori and all, but damn... Just because it's early doesn't mean he needs to be such a bitch about it. Is he PMSing or something? (A/N: Like Mello's one to talk.) "…Okay, Mello, this had better be important. I'm on the final boss and this moment was critical. If you interrupted me for some stupid shit I'm gonna be pissed," he says lazily. Of course it's about a fucking game.
"It is important, you asshole! Near fucking kissed me! He fucking cornered me in the bathroom at lunch and mouth-raped me! Fucking full-blown oral assault! What the fuck do I—?"
"…Wait a second," Matt says, cutting me off. I almost snap the damn phone in half. What the hell?! He knows how much I hate being ignored and interrupted! "…Let me clarify something. I just need to make sure I heard you right. …You called me at 1:03 in the morning—an unholy hour of the night, when I was gaming—and made me put down my console to tell me that Near, the guy from group you're always ranting about hating you… kissed you…? …Dude, don't lie to me, man. This is way too far for a fucking joke and I'm so not in the mood."
By this point, I'm shaking with rage and my phone case is cracking; that's the fourth one I've broken this week. If I didn't need his damn help so much I would go over there and cave his fucking face in! I don't care what fucking time it is! How dare he accuse me of fucking lying! When the hell do I ever lie to him?! (A/N: I refer you to chapter two.) I know not to do this kind of shit unless it's a fucking emergency!
"Matt, I might not know much about friendships, but I'm not fucking retarded! I wouldn't go that far just to play a fucking prank on you! Now tell me what the fuck I should do!"
"…Well, just go with it man. He might not be all that bad. …Maybe he actually does like you and your incessant hatred of him has held him back," Matt answers. By this point the world may as well fucking implode on itself. Matt is on his side, too?! What the flying fuck is this bullshit?! He's probably answering like that because he's too fucking lazy to give me his real answer! That had better be it, or I'm going to fucking cut him!
"Dude, what the fuck are you impl—?"
"…Ten minutes is up; I'll finish this talk with you in group tomorrow. -click-" Dial tone. …Really, Matt? …That fucking game takes precedence over shit like this? Well, I have six fucking words for you, Matt: I. Fucking. Hate. You. Jeevas. Mail. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS SHIT! I punch the wall once more, cracking the surface further and staining it with blood; for some reason innocent walls make great recipients for my wrath.

Group today was beyond anything else I've dealt with this past week, and I've dealt with a lot—mainly Ryuuzaki's constant harassment and underhanded attacks. He really needs to find someone else to mess with… But, whenever I think of that, I can't help feeling a pang of jealousy; no one else here is worth his interest… How contradictory of me…
I lay awake—I haven't been able to sleep tonight. I've been spending my time thinking over everything that has happened with Ryuuzaki, asking myself what he's after… 'If it is my reactions, is it just for entertainment? And if he knows I'm Kira… could it be a form of blackmail? But what would he do with that…? He knows I could easily fool the authorities if necessary. …Does he want to use me for something? If so, why hasn't he made his demands by now…? Damn it, he's so confusing!'
I have never dealt with someone I couldn't figure out before now, and I must admit that as much as I enjoy the challenge, this is becoming a nuisance. The sooner I know how to deal with him, the sooner things will regain a sense of normalcy. I drift off and decide to deal with the issues as the come...
"Good morning, Yagami-kun," Yuki says in her usual cheery greeting. "You look much better today! This morning we have French toast sticks and scrambled eggs." She hands me my tray and places two shiny red apples on my tray. I look at her 'gratefully'. "An apple a day, Yagami-kun," she explains. "I figure an extra might help you recover even faster." If only she knew I never actually deigned to eat the disgusting things.
"Of course, Yuki-san. I appreciate it," I

say, looking at her with my practiced 'sincerity' before moving to sit at my usual table, keeping distance between Ryuuzaki and I. Of course Ryuuzaki comes up and sits in my immediate vicinity anyway.
"…Light-kun is rather predictable," he states. Fucking great way to start off my morning. Thanks a lot, Ryuuzaki-teme. "…When I threatened Light-kun's image I did not expect such a rapid cover up. I am impressed. Light-kun never ceases to surprise me. Although… perhaps it is the pre-established affections the staff hold for Light-kun; it must make it easier for him to get back into their good graces."
"Rather talkative this morning, aren't we, Ryuuzaki?" I ask, my voice tinged with annoyance. I watch as he drowns his food in syrup; I briefly note that breakfast is the only meal of his that isn't specially made—he usually has cakes for lunch and dinner. He's either going to die or become comatose from all the damn sugar he eats, I'm sure of it.
"…Perhaps," he answers slowly, as if he hadn't noticed it himself. He seems to mull over something for a while, absently pouring syrup, before he poses a question. "…Would Light-kun come with me a moment? I have something I wish to discuss with him."
'Now that is seriously suspicious. What in the hell does he want?! Should I even risk going? Group isn't for a few hours, and neither of us have appointments with our treatment teams… Maybe I can use this to figure out his real motives… It might be the only chance I get…'
"…Very well, Ryuuzaki," I answer, letting just enough warning and suspiciousness into my voice. I know he picks up on it, though he shows no outward signs. "I assume you want to talk privately?"
He rolls his eyes—the first time I've seen him making such a… human gesture. "…Of course, Light-kun. I believe it goes without saying. If he will accompany me to my room, I will inform Light-kun of my… intentions. I believe I have avoided this long enough." For some reason I can't quite place, my face heats up slightly, though I'm sure it's not from what he said. I nod and stand, following Ryuuzaki down the hall and around the corner to his room—room 104—entering after Ryuuzaki and closing the door behind us; neither of us benefit from the staff knowing of our… circumstances.
As I turn to face him, I come to a sudden realization; since I never saw him actually leave or enter his room, I never knew which was his, but his room is right next door to mine. On the surface, it doesn't seem significant, but the walls are somewhat thin and that could explain how he heard me talking to my hallucinations two nights ago when I had my break-down... How else could he have known to bring it up in group? And if he heard that, he could have heard me plotting to kill him or talking with Ryuk when he first arrived here... I could have said so many incriminating things then... Damn it! I knew I wasn't that loud. Just how much did this bastard hear?!
"…Okay, Ryuuzaki, we're alone. Now what the hell is up with you?" I ask outright. There's no need to keep up appearances here, and he knows it. I have nothing keeping me back from being forward with him. He smirks lightly.
"…Patience, Light-kun," he says chidingly. "Let's get the ground work laid out in the open first. Light-kun may start with his conclusions about me, and I will state mine about him when he is finished. We have quite a bit of time. …Of course, Light-kun is already aware of this, yes?"
'God damn, he's infuriating! I'm not a small child! He's only a year older than me anyway! Where in the hell does he get off condescending to me?!'
"…Very well, Ryuuzaki. You clearly know something about my activities as Kira. I figured out as much a couple days ago—you weren't exactly subtle with your underhanded hints. I'm going to guess you overheard me through the walls. You wouldn't have known to bring up two nights ago in group if that wasn't the case. Honestly, I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner.
"I assume you don't know how I kill, nor will you ever. I don't know what you stand to gain in keeping this information to yourself, but it's obvious you get something; if you haven't said anything yet, it is unlikely you'll do so any time soon. Obviously blackmail wouldn't work as you know I could easily manipulate my way around the authorities if need be. I believe you have something with which you need my help, and I'll tell you now, I won't do it. The only reason I haven't killed you is because it would bring attention to me," I finish, satisfied with my explanation.
"…Now, Light-kun knows that isn't true," Ryuuzaki states. "As Light-kun said, he could manipulate his way around the authorities, so why would suspicions matter to him? He is a talented actor and he knows it. I can only conclude that Light-kun can't kill me," he explains smugly.
"…" I neither confirm nor deny his suspicions. I'm not entirely sure why I didn't deny it; maybe because he would have seen through it anyway?
"…Judging by Light-kun's silence, I can assume I am correct. Light-kun is correct in his assumptions as well—I do not know how Light-kun kills, but I do know that Light-kun seems to need a name and face, based on those who have been broadcast thus far. I have kept my first name from him for this very purpose, even though I initially did so on a whim; not even the staff have it. I do not intend to blackmail Light-kun, nor do I wish to turn him in; I actually support his work and have a similar goal. For now, I am merely interested in what makes Light-kun tick. I wish to understand Light-kun, to know him… to own him," he finishes, the last words barely audible. Before I can ask what the hell he means by 'own' and tell him that I'm no one's god damn property, his lips are on mine for a brief moment; it's so short and chaste that I'm pretty damn sure I imagined it, but his light smirk clearly says otherwise. For the second time in my eighteen years of life, I am stunned into silence.
"…I find great pleasure and amusement in Light-kun's reactions. Another hint to the inner workings of his mind… What other things will I learn, I wonder?" he muses. He moves his thumb to his lips—which I have now confirmed are in fact soft—and looks off into space, lost in thought. As for my own thoughts… my... my brain short-circuited. I don't even notice he skirted around my confrontation on his eavesdropping. I mechanically turn to leave, going next door to my own room to wallow in self-pity, fear and confusion until my senses return and I can process this turn of events.

I can't help the thrill and exhilaration that rushes over me as I process the recent turn of events. I never thought I would be able to implement a plan this quickly—it took slightly less than two weeks. I had initially planned to observe for much longer—at least a month—but of course, Light-kun is the exception to most of my rules.
I will see otouto after his group to see how he is progressing—I cannot call him as he is in school at the moment. I suppose I should inform him of my own progress as well. No doubt he will worry and not be too happy with my actions, particularly my most recent reveal. Regardless, it is far too late for otouto to interfere, and once I explain, he will surely see things my way.
End Chapter Seven
6600 words. Well, did you all like it?! By far my favorite chapter, but I had to be extra careful with it! Things will be getting hotter and funnier, also introducing more angst, a bit of Matt's life (his role gets bigger) and… Misa. Again. She has a role as a necessary evil and will be bashed—if you hate character-bashing leave now.
A focus group with Near, Mello and Matt next chapter. I will try to evenly balance them with L and Light, but if I can't then chapters eight and nine will either have individual couple focus or be much longer than normal.
I'm in a good mood lately. Hope you enjoyed. I was thinking of my one friend in HS while writing Mello. Seriously, my one friend punched way too many innocent walls in high school. She broke her knuckles three times freshman year. What did the wall ever do aside from hold up the roof that provides you shelter? Poor wall…
This chapter is dedicated to Sae-senpai (because she's awesome and encouraging and deserves any and all praise), JayLawliet818 and Seishirou Hitsugaya especially (I know you've been waiting for this and thanks for pointing out the inconsistency here; it is now fixed) for reviewing and sticking with me. Thanks to my real life friend Eulas too, who has been reviewing and proof-reading for me, even though he is not a fan of the citrus like am. I also thank my followers. I have six now~ I even have one person who favorited!
Ja ne,
Rainbow-chan :3
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