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The Sugar Cube Fort	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 8: SEXUAL EXPERIMENTS
When Rem got back from her ordeal with the stolen cellphones, L wasn't in the main room with the other investigators. Why wasn't Light keeping track of him better? Well, she supposed it would look suspicious if Light tried to follow L everywhere. Rem phased through a few walls, looking. There weren't that many rooms and hallways in the building that were actually used, so it was easy to run through the possibilities. There, a glimpse of L boarding a special elevator that only went to one place: Watari's room, the control center for the entire building.
Possibly, if she was careful, she might be able to learn something secret. Rem took a route to Watari's room that was almost entirely inside walls and ceilings. Then she carefully positioned herself far underneath Watari's desk, with just enough of her head sticking into the room to see and hear. She looked to the door. Yes, when L came in, the desk should entirely block his face from Rem, so he wouldn't be able to see her directly, and it did not look as if it would be possible to see her indirectly by using the reflection of any of the many monitors.
Just in time. As L entered, looking slouched worse than ever from the part of him Rem could see, and loosely holding the death note in two fingers of one hand, Watari turned his chair to face L.
Watari said, "What's wrong, Ryuzaki?"
L said, "Nothing I've thought of is making much sense, and if it does make sense, then we are in a great deal of trouble. Kira should not have appeared again at just this time unless there is something extremely important I've overlooked or unless our deaths will come very soon."
Watari asked, "Then you can't find a way to arrest both suspects before they harm us?"
"The problem," L said, "is that, except for Higuchi, this entire case has always been nothing but a long string of highly suspicious coincidences. I can be almost sure of the identities of the first Kira and second Kira, but I can't prove it to anyone, not even myself. Even if I did arrest them, I'd just have to let them go again after a time and from then on I'd have no credibility."
The old man nodded. "You are tormented by your doubts then?"
"Yes," L said, "the situation is extremely complicated, we don't have much time, and our information is limited. I still don't understand the role the shinigami plays, whether as a passive observer or an accomplice or something in between, nor why. Also, there are unknown rules. For example, Higuchi was unable to set a time of death for more than 23 days in the future, but that rule wasn't written in the notebook, we figured it out from the data. There must be more rules, perhaps even hundreds of them."
Watari sighed. "Just like our legal system with its loopholes and exceptions, it could be that one of those rules allows a way out of the 13-day rule."
"Exactly," L said, "for example, if the 13-day rule doesn't apply during the time you've lost your memory of using the notebook, then everything we've seen makes a lot more sense. Also, that rule, and any of the others, could be fake. Who wrote them down? A shinigami? Was that creature entirely truthful? We have no idea."
Watari asked, "Is Rem dangerous?"
"Rem is evasive at best, but she is probably a liar. If she is lying for Kira, she might do other things for Kira as well. She knows the names of everyone here, and claims she can't tell these names to humans, but if she's lying about that and is also on Kira's side we're in deep trouble. She also says that she is unable to kill or seriously injure humans unless she uses her other notebook to do it. In any case, she could possibly kill all of us at any time."
Watari said, "So, if we're in that much trouble, then you can't use me as your back-up plan any more. The shinigami knows my name, so I might not be alive to act against Kira after your death. Are you still certain you don't want to send our data to another anti-Kira team so they can act in case of your death?"
"Yes," L said, "ever since the second Kira's video that mentioned the possibility of Kira sharing power with other people, there has been entirely too much interest in this idea. Organized crime, terrorist groups, and even unsavory factions within perfectly democratic governments would love to get their hands on such a power. If it ever leaked out that "sharing power" wasn't just a lie, and Kira used a weapon that could be easily transferred to another person, the unsavory interest would increase a thousand fold."
L shook the death note lightly, and said, "This thing is worse than a nuclear weapon. With it, any ideology could be forced on the world. Governments could be toppled overnight by killing everyone in them, right down to the mayors of small towns. The world economic system could be broken, destabilizing civilization itself."
Watari sighed, "I know you are right, Ryuzaki, but I wish we could create some other group that had all your data and deductions. If Kira was told of their existence and you set it up so that you couldn't be controlled into betraying their identities, it would protect you from Kira as well as the shinigami. If it was known that if we were killed then the other group would simply take over our work at the same point we stopped it, our lives would be safe."
"No," L said, "that's an old trick, and one that only works if Kira doesn't get too desperate. If Light Yagami is Kira, then I think he was planning on killing me shortly before Misa was arrested, despite that it would have led to his immediate arrest. No, the only back-up plan I have in case of my death is that my successors will realize I'm dead."
Successors! Rem listened carefully. L was about to give her information about what would likely happen after his death. This would help her evaluate how safe L's death would actually make Misa.
L said, "If Light is Kira, and I'm almost completely certain he is, then as long as I don't leak information about him to others, he is smart enough to stay hidden from everyone except for detectives of my caliber. My successors idolize me and my ideals, and they would surely become aware of all the unsavory groups interested in exploiting Kira's power. Then they would find a way to chase Kira without risking the creation of some much worse Kira. However, if I gave my successors any real clues other than just the fact of my death, they would zero in on Light and confront him immediately."
"And," Watari said, "Light is too wary to be caught right away. Is that it?"
"Yes. Light tends to be overconfident and a bit sloppy. But, as he's matched wits with me, he's learned to anticipate my thinking process and be much more careful. He often knows what I'm thinking almost before I do, and it would be very difficult for me to trap him now. He is even goading me into pursuit of this new Kira, which must mean it's in his interests for me to do so. But, if he thinks I'm gone and nobody else has any meaningful clues, then, especially if it takes my successors a few years to catch up to him, he will get sloppy and leave clues. He'll respect them less than me, so he'll probably underestimate them too."
Watari said, "So, if Light is Kira, and he ends up killing you, then you are actually setting things up to protect him so that people much worse than him don't get his power?"
L said, "Yes. Among the people who would want to use Kira's power for more than a handful of murders, Kira probably has the highest morals of any of them. I think it is likely that for the next ten years or so he won't become insane enough to consider killing anyone other than criminals and those who get in his way. During that time, my successors will probably catch him."
"Ryuzaki," Watari said, "I think you're putting a lot of confidence in your successors and this rather complex plan. Are you absolutely sure you can't come up with anything better? If you are certain Light is Kira, then I know you're smart enough to find a way to write down his name in the notebook and make him confess everything without the other investigators realizing what you've done."
L said, "There are many problems with that. At the very least, the notebook has unknown effects. It can somehow eat into your memories, and we do not understand why or how that happens, though apparently the notebook user can lose memories at will. There is also a possibility, however slight, that the notebook user becomes possessed and is forced to be a mass-murderer. Light fits the personality profile of Kira so well that I think there is a very low probability that he was forced into it. Still, if I did become a serial killer, I think I would be one of the most dangerous ones in history. I do not want to risk that."
"Ryuzaki," Watari asked, "is it at least partly because you consider Light your friend?"
There was a pause, then a sigh. L said, "There is still a small chance that Light isn't Kira, and if I killed him and then evidence came out that he wasn't Kira, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Also, I won't write down a falsified confession, but if I write down that he confesses to every crime that he remembers, and then he doesn't have his memories at that time or erases them as soon as he feels the slightest compulsion to confess, we'll never get the truth. Additionally, it is likely we need him alive until we catch this new Kira. If he dies within 23 days and we still haven't caught the new Kira, it might become very difficult to do so. I'm sure the new Kira was set up by Light somehow, either by a plan he set up to activate automatically after Higuchi was caught, or by getting Misa to give someone a notebook, or possibly by using a shinigami."
Watari asked, "What do you think of this new Kira?"
L lifted one bare foot and used it to scratch the other. "I cannot shake the feeling it is Misa, though I don't see how that would make any sense, especially since Light wants me to pursue this Kira. Even though the new killings fit with Misa's level of research skills and with her schedule, it would be too suicidal. If Misa is not the new Kira but is instead the one who set up this new Kira, then Light probably told her to do it when he whispered in her ear the day she was released. However, if we apprehend Misa, she'll just deny it, or even erase her memory of it. I still don't understand how Light set up Higuchi with a notebook, but if he is able to use a shinigami to create new Kiras, then it could be very hard to catch him. We could end up apprehending an endless string of proxy Kiras without ever getting closer to evidence that Light is the principle Kira."
"So then," Watari said, "this is your justification for asking to install a mechanism to erase all our data?"
"Yes," L said, "how long will it take?"
"About a day. After that, at all times I will have a button near me to trigger the erasure."
"And the computers will lock everyone out until the process has completed?"
Watari answered, "Yes. Not even a skilled hacker such as Light would be able to prevent it once it has started."
In a very quiet voice, L said, "Then, if we all die, nobody will have the chance to get our data and begin to hunt Kira in order to become a much worse version of him. If I fail, I will have acted to protect Kira until those I trust have a chance to capture him."
Watari cleared his throat, and then said, "Ryuzaki, I am sorry if I seemed to criticize your plan too much. I know your intelligence, and I've seen you pull off many plans that I did not understand the brilliance of until after they had worked. I know you are trying to protect our lives as best you can. I've valued our time together."
Rem saw L leaning closer to Watari, and awkwardly patting the old man's hand.
L said, "Then, in a day, when you have finished the self-destruct mechanism, it will be time to provoke Kira with an action he will feel compelled to counter. If Light Yagami is not Kira, then we will be perfectly safe. But, if he is Kira, he'll take an action that could leave evidence and I'll have a chance to catch him. I don't think it is likely the shinigami will kill us, since she should have killed us before now if she were inclined to. However, it is possible that she is somehow part of his plan even if she won't kill for him."
Rem saw L walking away then, going out the door. She tried to make sense of all she'd heard. L was... actually helping Kira... in a way? It sounded as if L could have set up a devastating trap for Kira if he died, but that it would have involved trusting people he didn't trust with the world's most dangerous weapon, so he opted out of it. Light was extremely lucky L had thought this way. If L couldn't catch Kira, then nobody else was allowed to, except L's successors. It seemed kind of childish, though L was right. It was possible for someone with a death note to inflict much more harm on the world than Light or even Higuchi ever could.
There was the issue of those successors too. L seemed to have a lot of confidence that they would catch Kira after a few years. If L was wrong, or if they didn't catch Light until Misa's lifespan had run out, Misa would be safe. But, this was yet another reason for Rem to preserve her life for possible use at a future date. Rem was particularly glad to hear that there was apparently no chance that L would kill Light or Misa with the death note himself. Still, it would be best to keep watch over him constantly, especially for signs of the new plan he hoped to implement and for any move to go to the roof.
Rem hovered around L for the remainder of the day. He spent very little time on the computers, instead spending most of his time sitting at the table underneath the stairs, looking deep in thought. His eyes were especially wide and staring and his form hunched over more than usual, leaning forward so that his dark hair fell in front of his face. His eyes were like black mirrors, swirling with thoughts and calculations. He furiously arranged and rearranged the various foodstuffs in front of him, occasionally eating some. More snacks were delivered periodically. L seemed rather passive, and was so lost in thought that the few times others came up to speak to him, they often had to repeat themselves. Somehow, he looked especially tiny and child-like. L probably weighed only a bit more than a hundred pounds. His size and his hunched posture really reminded Rem of Jealous.
He stayed there for many hours, long after the other investigators had gone home and Light and Matsuda had gone to bed. L had a small stack of biscuits and cookies carefully balanced in front of him. One biscuit, one cookie, one biscuit, one cookie. Every so often he would remove one item from the middle of the stack very delicately, without tipping the stack, eat it, and then rummage in the open containers by his side for a replacement item. At one point, he reached out for the stack, stopped, looked around, blinked, and then lightly leapt from his seat to the floor. Walking toward the elevator without looking behind him, he said, "Come on, Rem. Let's go upstairs."
When they got to L's rooms, L went directly to the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. He was looking at her almost suggestively. Rem found the idea ludicrous. Why would a human hit on a shinigami? She wasn't even doing these things for the same reasons a human would, and she wasn't there to see a facial expression that represented L's awkward attempt to be lewd, she was waiting for what would come later, the panting, moaning face, broadcasting pure pleasure. Even so, she drifted a bit closer to the bed and said, "I thought it was customary to do these things without clothing."
L replied, "Tonight I want to try something different. The very first time you reached inside me, it was extremely intense, and I think I would have had an orgasm instantly if I hadn't already been concentrating on delaying it. I would like you to reach inside and touch me at that strength or very slightly harder. Be careful not to hurt me. My goal in this experiment is to have an instant orgasm, but not just one. Each time I tell you, you should do it again. I would like to explore the limits of this, to see how far your body can push mine."
L leaned back all the way onto the bed, shuffling around a bit, trying to get comfortable. He stretched his legs out to their full length and idly scratched one bare foot with another. As he adjusted his position, his face was already glowing with the first hints of anticipation and his baggy jeans were tented a bit in the crotch. L was getting excited at the thought of a sexual session that would be nothing but a long string of orgasms. The great detective was about to conduct an experiment.
Then L said, "You know how I am. You might have to hold me down. My clothing should shield me well enough from your coldness. If I'm constantly having orgasms, I don't think I'll care about the bit of cold that gets through."
Rem got onto the bed and thought about how she should do this. L was surprisingly strong for his size, and his wiry, slender form was difficult to hold on to. She would need to pin him down very well. Rem straddled his knees and reached forward with one large hand, pressing down on L's chest. He started breathing faster. When Rem had finished adjusting her position, she made her other hand incorporeal and reached inside L, finding that gland even easier this time, cradling it so carefully before solidifying her finger tips, and then squeezing just slightly, so gently.
L let out a gasp, threw his head back, and pleasure came into his face in an incredible surge as rippling waves of muscle contractions moved through his body. Rem could feel L straining hard underneath her, trying to buck, but with his knees and chest held down so tightly, he wasn't able to do much more than rock a bit in her grasp. Still, his chest shoved up into her hand with considerable force a couple of times. Then the intensely orgasmic look gave way to a satisfied bliss, and his whole body felt wobbly, weak and unresisting. His hands lay limply on the sheets by his sides.
After panting for a few moments, L said, "Again."
Rem touched that sensitive inner place once more, squeezing and just barely massaging. Instantly, L let out a loud "Ah, ah" and then suddenly his face was orgasmic once again, with arousal, pleasure and release all at a fever pitch, his body trying to buck and arch in waves but ending up mostly locked in place by Rem's forcefulness. He kept wiggling what he could, his neck tossing from side to side and his arms squirming as his long, delicate fingers dug hard into the sheets, clenching and unclenching. A few more spasms, and then an intense calm came over him. During this break between orgasms, he panted a little bit longer, his eyes so very pleased, his lips looking fuller, slightly swollen.
The next time, L's face seemed to exceed the two previous times. He'd already been in bliss, and he was having an orgasm once again, right on the tail of the others. His body was hard to pin down as it tried to thrust and spasm upward in an arch, but the hand in the middle of his chest, so large as to span it entirely, seemed to be a good idea for keeping him reasonably in one place. Still, the force of L's movements during orgasm continued to surprised Rem, and his incredible limpness after each orgasm always put her off-guard for the next surge.
As the cycle continued, Rem was getting lost in L's face, its near-constant expression of being in orgasmic or post-orgasmic bliss, its movements, the way the intensely dark eyelashes fluttered, the completely unguarded expression in the eyes, like looking through two darkened windows straight into L's soul. He was not holding back or hiding his emotions in the slightest, it was all displayed perfectly for Rem to drink in. His forehead was sweaty, his black hair mussed almost beyond belief, sticking out in all directions. His damp cheeks were an incredible pink color. It was a glowing pink, like the intensity of pink seen on clouds just at sunset. His neck kept arching back, boldly displaying that strangely-shaped Adam's apple that Rem found so fascinating. Tremors ran through his body regularly, whether he was orgasming at the time or not, and his voice was getting deeper, husky, strained.
Furthermore, things seemed to be becoming more satisfying to L with each new repeat of the cycle. Yes, Rem could clearly see his pleasure was climbing in intensity, building on the previous results, orgasm on orgasm. Rem almost wondered if his face was going to break from the sheer strength of the emotions that flowed through it. His voice now became increasingly hoarse and slurred each time he asked Rem to do it again. His limbs, his whole body, was subtly trembling all the time now, never stopping except to give way to larger, more vigorous shudders.
At last, Rem saw a panting, limp stage that seemed to last much longer than before. Was L finally running out of stamina? Yes, as she continued to wait he didn't ask her to do anything, he just kept panting, trembling, and his face was just perfect, nothing else could be desired from it. Over the space of a few minutes, the trembling subsided to little intermittent shivers and the panting slowed to a more normal, gentle breathing.
Then L was laughing, a laugh that sounded kind of unhinged, insane. He said, "What was that? Ten orgasms? Twelve? I've lost my ability to count, Rem."
L's eyes were two shining, black pools, looking up at Rem, unblinking. L was radiating pleasure. He wiggled around a bit, absently, as if he didn't realize he was doing it. His limbs were languorous, incredibly limp and relaxed. He kept looking directly at Rem, so satisfied that he didn't think to do anything, anything at all, not even glance elsewhere. He didn't need to do a thing, because he'd just had all the orgasms he could handle. After long moments spent like that, suspended in time, L curled himself up and then slowly, sensuously uncurled in a cat-like stretch.
Next, he weakly pulled himself along the bed, letting out a stream of little contented huffs, almost a purr, until he was able to crawl up next to a pillow, flop partway onto his side, and draw his knees up next to his chest, tightly hugging his arms around his legs. He looked very young, not the twenty or so he usually seemed, but perhaps sixteen. His face was one of pure shining bliss, angelic and radiant. It hardly seemed human. Rem imagined that if his co-workers could see his face in that moment, they wouldn't recognize him. Rem stayed there, watching intently, drinking in the enjoyment. Little by little, L's breathing became very slow, and Rem assumed he had fallen asleep. The expression of intense bliss faded ever so gradually into a contentment that seemed more normal, more in the realm of the possible. Rem continued to look down at him, not missing a single moment. She found herself glad that shinigami don't blink. It really was too bad that L needed to die.
A/N (Author's Note):
Well, Rem is starting to fall for L. It's pretty fast, but Rem is terribly lonely and she fell for Misa, after all, so it's probably not too hard for Rem to fall for a human.
I suppose that L would approach sex the same way he approaches everything: intelligently, and while thinking of ways to experiment.
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