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It Was Never A Love Story	By : Evermist Category: Death Note > General Views: 2975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, and I'm not making any money off this fic.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 7
- 8
- 9
April 28 2005 cont.

Light paused at the bedroom door, and gently prodded his left cheek. It was rather swollen, and the brunet didn't particularly feel like talking to L right now. His father insisted that the longer he waited, the worse L would probably make it for him, though, so the teen sighed and gently tapped his knuckles against the door.
"Come in."
Light opened the door, and saw L lying upside-down on his bed, his hair just brushing the carpet. He had a jar of pickles sitting on the floor next to his head, and as the teen watched, he dipped his fingers into it, soaking them in juice for a few seconds before pulling the appendage from the jar and beginning to suck his fingers. "What ish it, Ligh-kun?" he mumbled around the digits in his mouth.
The brunet closed the door and crossed the room, sitting down next to the detective. He frowned as the older man wriggled to put a bit more space between them, but decided to let it go. He wouldn't get anywhere by being antagonistic with the other. "I wanted to apologize for upsetting you. I was an ass, and I'm sorry. I haven't gotten used to your mood swings yet, so I guess I don't know what's safe to say around you just yet. You didn't have to kick me, though," he added as a bit of an afterthought.
L blinked slowly, and looked up at the younger man. He pulled his hand from his mouth, licking the last few drops of pickle juice from his fingertips, and pushed himself into a sitting position with his legs crossed beneath him. "Go on," he said quietly, watching the brunet.
"Go on?" L nodded. "Well, that's all I had to say. Um...I really am sorry. You're reasonable; you should know I didn't mean to insult you."
The detective nodded a few times, drawing his lips together in a tight line. "I see what you mean, Light. I realize you are sorry, and I also realize that I am being rather rude myself, by refusing to accept your heartfelt apology." Light opened his mouth to protest, but L held up a finger to silence the younger man. "No, I am sorry now. Let me speak, Light. I apologize to you now; for not immediately accepting your apology and offering one of my own in return. Perhaps it would be more convenient to simply show you that I repent by lying down and allowing you to have your way with me again?" The raven-haired man flopped back across the blankets; his shirt riding up to show a bit of skin; and gave the brunet a challenging stare.
Light was silent, staring in utter confusion at the detective. The little bit of hip poking from between L's shirt and jeans was also rather tantalizingly distracting, and it was nearly a minute before he managed to get his thoughts properly arranged to speak. "You're mad because I called you convenient?"
L shoved himself up, a look of absolute fury on his face. "Light did not even know why I was angry when he decided to apologize to me?" he hissed. "Apparently I was just the nearest convenient object for you."
"I didn't mean it like that, L!" the brunet yelled. "I just meant that you were there, and I was frustrated, and you wouldn't have gotten pregnant! But just look how well that turned out! You couldn't even tell me what was in your pants before we did anything, huh?"
"Perhaps if Light had been a less selfish lover, he would have discovered the contents of my pants on his own before I told him I was with child!"
Light clenched a fist at his side, struggling to keep himself under control. "You have no idea how much I want to punch you right now, do you?" he asked quietly.
"Go ahead," L challenged, leaning closer to the younger man's face. "If you want to do it so much, go right ahead, Light. I will not hold it against you just because I am pregnant."
The brunet placed a hand on L's shoulder, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Just when L was starting to think they might never say anything again, Light reared his other arm back and slammed his fist into the detective's cheek, snarling, "Now we'll match!"
L was silent for a second, rather shocked that Light had actually risen to the taunt, and that second was all Light needed to grab both of his shoulders and pull him in to kiss him. The brunet slid the tip of his tongue out, gently brushing it against the elder�s lips. L opened his mouth to grant the other access, and the pink organs clashed against each other, brushing against teeth and skin as they each fought to control the kiss.
The detective was certainly surprised at this turn of events, but sex was ultimately preferable to fighting, so he wasn't going to complain.
Light released the pitch-haired man's shoulders, lowering his hands to undo the fly of his jeans and slipping a hand in to grip the half-erection in L's boxers. He earned a slight whimper for his actions, and gave the detective a gentle tug, licking at the roof of his mouth. His other hand then left L's hips to travel up his chest and tweak a nipple. The detective rewarded him with a low moan, and reached around to grip Light's hips and thrust his own towards the younger man. Light groaned as his wrist was shoved up against his own erection, and he released L to work at getting himself out of the too-tight confines of his pants. L reached down to pull his jeans and boxers away as well, quickly followed by his shirt. Once his clothes had been dealt with, the older man grabbed Light by the shirt he still wore, and pulled him in to meet his lips again.
The two kissed for nearly a minute before Light pulled away for air, staring lustfully at the detective. L fell back against the bed, breathing heavily, and Light took a moment to drink in the sight of him. L's cheeks were flushed, his lips red and swollen. His stomach was just barely rounded, and Light felt a sudden overwhelming need to feel it, and he gently ran a hand across it. L shivered at the touch, arching his back just slightly to push into it. Light bent over to run his tongue across a pale nipple, and L moaned loudly, grabbing the younger man by the shoulders.
"T-that's enough, Light-kun," the detective gasped. "If you are going to do this, get on with it already."
Light nodded, lifting his fingers to L's face and nudging them into his mouth. "Okay." Once L had given the fingers an acceptable coating of saliva, he shoved them out of his mouth with his tongue, and Light lowered them to gently prod at the ring of muscle he needed to open. L shifted a bit in discomfort as Light slid two in at once, wriggling them to help loosen the passage. The detective grunted, clenching on the fingers in annoyance. "I know it's uncomfortable, but if you don't relax, it'll just hurt more," the teen growled, wriggling his fingers. L just stared back at the brunet, and a sudden idea popped into Light's head. He looked down between L's legs, catching sight of a small slit mostly obscured by the balls hanging down towards his hand. Using his free hand, Light lifted the sac, giving it a gentle roll, then slid his fingers past it and into the opening revealed.
L threw his head back with a loud, long moan at the sudden double penetration. His muscles constricted briefly, then relaxed, and Light immediately crooked his fingers to press on the detective's prostate. L's breath caught in his throat, and he writhed on the bed as Light slid a third finger in to join the others, lowering himself down the detective's body. The brunet's thumb suddenly found his clit, and L positively shrieked as a warm tongue ran along the underside of his sensitive stomach at nearly the same moment.
The brunet chuckled at L's reaction, and moved his attention from his belly to run his tongue up the cock jutting from its nest of black curls. Little gasps could be heard from L's mouth as Light lowered his own over the warm organ, taking in as much as he could.
A pale hand reached down, grasping Light's hair tightly. L was groaning and twitching beneath the younger man, and the idea that it was him making the detective feel so good sent a slight tingle down Light's spine. He hummed contentedly, relaxing his throat to try and take L in even deeper.
"L-Light!" L cried as the tip of his member bumped up against the back of the brunet's throat. The hand he had tangled in the brown locks tightened its grip even more, and his other pulled at the bed sheets for lack of anything else to do. Several bursts of absolute pleasure began coursing through L as Light rubbed at his prostate again, while also beginning to hum lightly each time he lowered his head on L's cock. The detective gasped again, feeling his balls tense and draw up a bit. He tried to hold himself back in an effort to keep Light from stopping for as long as possible, but another press on his prostate, tripled with a pinch to his clit and teeth lightly running along his member, finally pushed him over the edge and he came, screaming Light's name.
Light coughed, choking a bit on the surge of cum in his throat, and sat up. He could feel cum dribbling down his chin, and rubbed the sleeve of the shirt he still hadn't removed against it. The teen looked down at the man on the bed, smiling to himself at how tired the other looked.
"Light-kun gives exceptional fellatio for a man who was claiming not to be homosexual mere hours ago," L drawled rather sleepily. "If we do not watch out, he may soon be making pancakes while wearing a pink apron and sobbing over Lifetime movies."
Light glared at the half-asleep detective, grabbing a pillow and smacking him in the face playfully. "We aren't done yet, you know, so you'd better behave yourself or I just might have to make this interesting."
L blinked up at the other, a mischievous smirk growing on his lips. "Let's see just how 'interesting' you can make yourself, Light-kun," he murmured, pulling the younger down into a kiss.
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May 9 2005

Matsuda sighed, staring miserably at his computer screen. "Hey Ryuuzaki, I think you should probably see this," he called across the room, turning the volume up. L lifted his feet from his seat, using his desk to launch his rolly-chair across the floor, and stopped at the older man's desk. Matt and Light also came to see what was going on, curiosity especially evident in the eyes of the teen who had only fully mastered the Japanese language that morning. A small video screen was open on the page, showing a news broadcast.

"-death toll nearing five hundred in only a few short months, many citizens of Aoyama are packing their belongings and fleeing the city. Some, however, insist on remaining in the homes they've grown up in. Our camera crew went on the scene earlier today, talking to several residents they came across." The screen switched from showing the newscaster to a street view. A fairly young man, probably in his later teens, was standing on the sidewalk, grinning at a girl standing next to him.

"Why do you feel that it's still safe to live here, sir?" a voice asked off-screen.
The man tilted his head to the side for a moment before answering. "Well, I dunno if it's really safe or not anymore, but my dad doesn't want to try and find a job somewhere else, and none of my friends have left yet. I trust the guys' judgment, and if they aren't running away, I'm not either."

The girl frowned, smacking her friend on the arm. "Mashiro, would you listen to yourself? You're being such an idiot!" She turned to face the camera, nibbling her bottom lip. "My parents don't want to leave, either. They don't want me to stay here, though, so I'm going to stay with my aunt in Hokkaido. Doesn't even make sense that they won't come with me." She gave a forced-sounding laugh, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
The force watched for several minutes as various others were interviewed, but there wasn't much else of interest on the program aside from a girl who'd said she was excited about all the deaths and a boy who said straight into the camera, "If this is Kira or something doing this, take me out already!" and attacked the cameraman.
The screen finally returned to the newswoman who had been speaking initially. "No one knows just what is happening in Aoyama at this point. A popular theory is that Kira has turned his attention from just criminals and seems to be attempting all-out extermination of the human race, but authorities have refused to comment on the idea. If this is the work of Kira, he is most definitely far more powerful than we have thought, seeing as very few of these deaths are heart attacks. The following is a list of the dead thus far, their age, and their cause of death."

L leaned closer to the screen as names started scrolling up, trying to find something to tie them together besides where they lived, but quickly found himself coming up empty. The dead included native Japanese, foreigners, criminals and innocents alike, and any age ranging from five to over seventy. "Maybe he really is just trying to wipe us out," he murmured, sitting back in his chair. He looked to Light, feeling rather helpless. "If Kira is truly just killing anyone he sees, how on earth are we supposed to even begin narrowing down who he might be?"
Light shook his head, watching the scroll in disgust. "Turn it off, Matsuda. We've seen enough."
Matsuda nodded, moving his pointer to close the video. Matt suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, his head tilted a bit as he watched the scroll. "One sec," he mumbled, eyes flying between ages and causes of death.
"Have you caught something, Matt?" L asked, looking back at the screen.
"I dunno. It might be nothing, but what I'd guess the amount of pain this guy's putting his victims through seems to vary by age," the teen said, leaning an elbow on the desk and propping his head on his hand. "See, the really young are all having really fast deaths, or just dying in their sleep. But this guy here," he tapped the screen, "was sixty-two, and he was in a really nasty car wreck that tore off both his legs and crushed him against a tree, leaving him to bleed to death."
"So Kira's decided that the longer a person lives, the more they deserve to suffer?" Aizawa asked quietly, frowning as the list continued scrolling across the screen. "As sick as it may sound, I'm kind of glad that at least the kids he's killing are going more peacefully."
"There's more, though," the redhead said, nibbling at his thumb. Light smirked a bit at the resemblance to L's habit, and looked back at the screen to try and see what Matt was seeing. "There's a break in the pattern, see? A lot of the victims from around fifteen to eighteen look like they probably didn't enjoy their final moments a whole lot. Like...this guy, Yusuke Watanabe. Says he's sixteen, and he just went completely nuts before he died. He cut off his dick, shoved it down his throat, and choked on it."
Light wrinkled his nose. �That�s disgusting,� he said flatly.
�It is also a rather juvenile attack method, as well,� L murmured, turning to face the redhead. �What are Matt�s thoughts on this?�
Matt sighed, finally letting Matsuda turn the video off. �Well, I�d guess that this Kira�s probably a high schooler. Choking on your own dick is something a high school student would probably think of, and he�d be in the right age group to be seeing what other teens are doing and be most affected by it, so it makes sense that he�d really want them to suffer the most. Plus, the profile we're building here seems to match a victim of bullying fairly well. Not much contact with the world yet, and the little bit he has seen is full of assholes who're jerks to him and his friends, resulting in this attempt to eliminate the entire human race."
L smiled slightly behind his thumb. "This is quite similar to my pattern of thought, as well, with only a few miner differences. Do make sure not to discriminate between the sexes, Matt. Assuming that Kira is a man could prove to be a grave mistake. In fact," he paused, tilting his head back in thought. "I believe there is a 52.1 percent chance that this Kira is indeed a female. Women tend to be a bit more emotional, and would be more likely to allow the elderly to die peacefully. Also, out of the teens I saw listed, there was a female to male ratio of 3:1 for the dead. While it is possible that Kira is a teenage boy who was shunned by the opposite sex in ways traumatic enough to cause him to subconsciously seek harm against any woman he can, it is a bit more likely that Kira is a teenage girl who has suffered teasing and bullying from her peers and is trying to send a message of fear into the subconscious of other girls."
The redhead blinked slowly, taking in the information. "I guess I see what you mean, Ryuuzaki. Makes sense," he said with a nod, crossing the room to plop onto the couch, and hissed through his teeth as his still-healing wrist bumped up against the arm of the furniture.
The room was rather quiet for several moments. Most of the force seemed rather unnerved by what they'd seen on Matsuda's computer, and no one said anything until L finally told them to break for lunch if they wished. The eldest three nodded to the detective, turning to head out for lunch. Matsuda went for the kitchen in search of something for himself, and Light joined Matt on the couch.
The younger teen had pulled his GameBoy out again, playing rather awkwardly with his good hand. Light could see some kind of green dinosaur with a flower around its neck spewing leaves at a bright red octopus. "That was pretty impressive for a kid your age. I didn't even catch the connection between age and pain," the brunet said with a slight grin.
Matt glanced at him rather distastefully out of the corner of his eye before going back to his game. "L told me he suspects you of being Kira. Don't think I trust you even a little bit." One of the creatures gave a cry of death, and the octopus dropped off the screen. The redhead grinned, pressing the A button as the winning messages popped up. "Take that, ass wipe. You were no match for razor leaf," he mumbled to himself, saving the game as soon as the battle sequence ended. "And hey, L!" he called across the room, standing up. The detective turned from a piece of cake he'd procured out of seemingly nowhere. "What's up with you letting Kira knock you up, anyway? That's really not very professional." The older men watched in surprise as he crossed the room, slipping into the kitchen to get some lunch for himself.
"Why'd you tell him you used to suspect me, Ryuuzaki?" Light asked. "And how'd he know you're pregnant? I didn't think you'd told him yet."
"Matt has every right to know who he is living with, Light-kun. He is a very untrusting individual, as well as a talented hacker. He has probably already gone through the files I have kept on the task force over the past year, and if I had not told him you were suspected, he would have found out on his own, and would then be upset with me for not telling him," the detective responded before eating another bite of cake. "As for his knowledge on my pregnancy, I would have to assume he has linked himself into the security cameras and watched me tell the force. And also, Light-kun, I did not tell Matt I used to suspect you. I told him that I still do."
The brunet groaned in annoyance. "L, I'm not Kira. How many times do we have to go through this?"
L frowned at his suddenly empty plate before looking up at Light. A small smile crossed his face, and he stood, following Matt's journey to the kitchen. "At least once more, Light-kun."
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Damn, I kept forgetting to update this! I updated on FF a week ago, but have been neglecting my readers over here. Sorry �bout that.
Anyway! The plot is finally moving! The team's starting to profile Kira, which I'm quite happy about. Took me forever to think of anything Kira-wise for this fic.
Also, I've decided that I don't feel like individually replying to reviews anymore due to the fact that it takes up space and I'm lazy, so I'm just gonna thank my reviewers unless there's something I absolutely have to say to someone. So thanks, everybody! Til next time!
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