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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, Deathnote-lovers! Rainbow-chan is back again after chapter two of "Even the Powerful are Powerless", and let me say writing that story is a lot of fun. I love angst and drama like this more though. Rainbows are something that are amazing and magical, even if I never deign to actually wear a lot of colors aside from black, red, purple and green. I still love them! A beauty of nature!
This has more L/Light focus than last chapter. I have successfully balanced development! I'm so proud of myself! I've been trying my best to keep the focus on them, as it should be. And I just can't help sprinkling in some mild Matsuda-bashing. It's just too easy; even the show had an episode dedicated to it. …Hee hee.
Also, each chapter will have one kiss minimum probably. Can't really be avoided any more, what with the games L and Near like to play (not that I was ever avoiding it; just didn't want to rush it and be awkward—if anything I love it). Just a warning. I don't think anyone has a problem with it now, but LEMONS and LIMES will be present in the future and they will be graphic if you didn't already notice by how much I like to describe mere kissing. Don't say I didn't tell you ahead of time.
Sorry for reposting the chapter three times! I kept spelling the chapter title wrong and I'm really anal about that stuff.
Raising Hell – Chapter Nine
I knew I would be walking into the flames of Hell when group started after dinner. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid such a thing. If there was, you can bet I'd do everything in my power to avoid Ryuuzaki by this point.
Heading into group, I can admit that I'm not sure what to expect in terms of Ryuuzaki-brand weirdness and unpredictability. I do know to expect underhanded mind games, though. …Now, what is he going to play…? I'm not going to be safe from Ryuuzaki's 'attack' and confrontation once Matsuda comes in here—useless idiot that he is—so I need to come up with an evasion tactic. 'I don't think I want to use Yuki's advice—how is someone else touching me any better than Ryuuzaki's advances? Besides, Ryuuzaki knows I show no interest in anyone here, so it wouldn't be the least bit believable and if he doesn't buy it, such a plan serves no purpose… Physically avoiding him is impossible, as I would be forced into seeing him at least four times every day as I have to eat a minimum of two meals a day and I see him in group for an hour after lunch and dinner… The only course of action I can take is to fight against him—which he clearly likes and have already decided to not do, since I don't want him to have the satisfaction—or try to use his… attraction to me to my advantage… Argh, but that's exactly what the bastard expects me to do! He's completely cornered me. …And by the look in his eyes, he knows it, too—he's left me no other viable options!'
I glare at Ryuuzaki, speaking to him without words, but getting my point across all too clearly: I hate you. He gives me a look of his own, his face seemingly unchanged, but the glimmer in his eyes shifting as if to say 'I know, but whatever will Light-chan do?' in that annoyingly childish and condescending tone of his—and yes, his eyes can even relay how he would say it. …Bastard. He would call me 'Light-chan' just to piss me off. 'Just you wait, Ryuuzaki; one of these days you will react negatively to something, and once I find out what it is, I will exploit it to the fullest extent—I don't care what it is or how long it takes. I will pay you back for all the misery, disgrace and belittlement you have put Kira through.'
Sadly, Matsuda decided to walk through the door in the middle of my non-verbal battle with Ryuuzaki. …That's just wonderful, Matsuda. I was safe until you came in. You seem to have the best knack for being unhelpful. Why did they even hire you? Being unhelpful in a place like this… when I get out of here, I'm going to make an exception just once and kill him simply because the world shouldn't have to deal with his stupidity, and if that's not enough, just because he made the god of the new world suffer like this... That can be considered a crime, right? Even if he didn't know it. But, that bit of information is irrelevant.
"Good afternoon, everyone! How are you all? The air doesn't seem as…" He trails off, glancing between Ryuuzaki and I in a way he probably thinks is inconspicuous, but that draws the attention of everyone in the damn room. After his not-so-covert observation of us, he continues. "…malevolent." What a wonderful way to put it, Matsuda. I'm surprised you know such a big word, but not only are you wrong—as I am far beyond just malevolence and quickly becoming murderous—but you couldn't have worded it in a way that would make someone angrier than I am now. Are you trying to provoke unstable mental patients? I mean, what the hell?! You're lucky I don't have the violent tendencies others do.
"…So, how is everyone? Do we have any volunteers to go first?" Your vocal cords will be severed in the most brutal way I can think of. When I get out of here and can write your name in the Deathnote, I will make sure to take time out of my day for the sole purpose of planning the most creative and painful way to kill you, much like your voice makes me want to kill myself. Lucky for the world, I can't. Wouldn't do much good to have their god dead before he finished reforming the world and made his great reveal.
"No one, huh? Well… how about… Ryuuzaki-kun?" Great, just pave the way to more harassment, why don't you?
"…Very well," Ryuuzaki states. "…I am …learning some very interesting things," he says. "…Light-kun has been a rather good friend to me." Damn it, Ryuuzaki, I am not your damn friend! Why would I ever want to be friends with a freaky, sugar-addicted insomniac I only met just under two weeks ago and who just tried to molest me for the second time less than an hour ago?! Your 'friendship' is completely one-sided! Besides, we both know this 'friendship' claim is nothing more than a poorly-crafted farce.
"Oh? Light-kun, is that true? That's wonderful! Why don't you tell us about it? Last time… well, you and Ryuuzaki-kun didn't seem to get along," Matsuda says uselessly. Matsuda… if you had any observational skills what-so-ever… Actually, you know what? No. Just… no. I have no words left for you anymore. I've said all I can and I'm going to stop lest I become redundant.
"…Ryuuzaki and I are on… complicated terms, Matsuda-san," I say, careful to choose my words carefully. I know that anything here can and will be used in his arguments against me, even if it is an unofficial, unspoken and underhanded battle. I suppose this part of Ryuuzaki is fun to an extent; I never had anything this challenging or interesting happen before he came. …I can admit that as a fact.
"…Care to explain, Light-kun?" Matsuda asks, pressing for more information. Honestly, why can't he ever ask Ryuuzaki to elaborate? He asked him first! He's probably too scared of him. You're pathetic, Matsuda. …Just plain sad, really. I almost pity you.
"…Well, it is as you said, Matsuda-san. We got off on the wrong footing. We are in the process of setting up boundaries—" I make sure to emphasize that when I glance to Ryuuzaki. "—at the moment. Once that's clear, I'm sure things will be fine." I know Ryuuzaki got the message. He needs to back the hell up. No doubt he'll ignore me, but at least he can't say I conceded.
"Um, well, uh… That's… good?" Apparently Matsuda isn't even sure whether or not this is good. I quit. I'm so done. "Well, um, today's group topic! Let's get to that, shall we?!" Your nervous shouting is only making things worse, Matsuda. …Really. "Let's talk about relationships! Today we're going to talk about relationships, what your views on them are and what should be required or expected of each partner," Matsuda explains. I can feel Ryuuzaki's gaze become predatory at those words and I swear Matsuda secretly conspires against me.

What the fuck was with Matt conspiring against me?! I won't tolerate his bullshit! He talked to Near about it?! What the fuck?! Now he knows for sure how fucking weak I am! I hate that son of a bitch! Isn't he supposed to be my fucking friend?! Friends don't do shit like this!
I storm outside, silently fuming. My temper is so hot I can almost feel the damn pavement melting under my footsteps. That mother-fucking prick! And the worst part is that I promised not to fucking hit him! I might be pissed the fuck off, but I still won't break my fucking promises. I chew angrily on my chocolate bar; I might not accept Matt's fucking peace offering, but I won't waste good chocolate, especially Godiva. I decide to take things up with okaa-san, but the moment I try to talk to her, guess who just had to show their fucking face?! Doesn't he know that he's the last person I want to fucking look at right now?!
"…Mello," he starts, twirling his hair in that fucking irritating way he does. I hope he gets a fucking bald spot. It would serve the bastard right to have a god damned flaw of some kind. "…I am here to discuss the terms of our… relationship."
At first, I'm not sure if I fucking heard him right—I've always known that he's a pompous and arrogant asshole, but even that should have its fucking limits, right?! Right?! As I try to register his words, I just stare at him in open-mouthed shock. He wants to do WHAT?! When the fuck did this happen?! This is the fuckin' equivalent of him asking Matt to have butt-sex and shit out a litter of puppies! "…E …Excuse me?! When the hell did I ever agree to a fucking relationship?! Last I checked, I still hated your fucking guts, asshole! Like hell I'd ever be in a fucking relationship with a pompous albino freak like you!"
Of course, fucking Near has the audacity to continue like I didn't fucking interrupt him and ask him some important shit! What the hell?! I am not listening to anything this fucker says until he answers my damn questions! I don't expect much from fucking Near of all socially inept assholes, but I didn't expect what he fucking said next. He must have finally fucking snapped and lost it—it's the only explanation for this… this bullshit. He's fucking delusional! He's crazy!
"…You will be my boyfriend. …We will also be exclusive. No one is to touch you aside from myself; that being said, I will do whatever I see fit with you. …I will handle things in school. Leave everything else to me. …I will answer any questions you have, granted they are actual questions that you do not already have the answers to and are not simply insults."

"When the hell did I ever get drunk enough to agree to this shit?! That's the only fucking way this shit is for real! I would never fucking date you! I fucking hate you!" Mello shouts. I should have expected this, but still… the way Matt had explained it made it seem like it would be somehow… different…
Matt comes back outside, looking like he ran a marathon, as his clothes are disheveled and his hair is messy. I silently raise a brow at his appearance in silent questioning, and upon seeing my look holds up his index finger, a silent request for me to wait, and I politely comply. He takes out a fresh pack of Newports and lights up a cigarette—I vaguely wonder how many he goes through in a day. With Mello I'm sure he must smoke at least half a pack a day. I would imagine that Mello would be quite the source of stress.
After a while, he speaks up. "…Sorry about my clothes and needing to light up again. I just got back from telling Mello that you wouldn't harass him physically, even though it probably isn't going to be true. If you don't, he won't accept the message at all," Matt explains, exhaling smoke and occasionally coughing. If the way he's breathing is any indication, he must have been running for his life. I find that I almost… pity him.
Regardless, I am grateful for his sacrifice and I nod in confirmation to his statement and explanation. I had no plans to refrain from kissing or touching Mello no matter what he said; as much as he can irritate me, I enjoy the contact with him.
"As far as being forceful, you'll want to be as commanding as possible. He'll never agree to it if you just ask, but as long as you enforce things, he won't be able to stop you. …Wait, I doubt that Mello hasn't attacked you yet—were you able to physically stop him?" Matt asks.
"…Mello has not attempted to attack me as of yet. …Actually, he has been making quite the effort to avoid me. …However, I have received numerous 'challenges' from him over the years, and have beaten him in every one, even the physical ones."
Matt sighs in relief before continuing. "That's good, because when Mello gets mad he is one of the strongest guys I know. He can kick the asses of guys three times his size. Knowing him, if he hasn't tried to hurt you yet, he will soon enough. …I do find it strange that he's avoiding you that intensely, though—that's not like him at all. …Normally, he'd try to eliminate anything he sees as a threat," Matt mumbles, developing a far-away looking in his eyes and seeming to be lost in thought. After a few moments, he seems to regain focus and turns to face me once again, resuming where he left off. "…Anyway, just lay out your terms. Actually talk with him about it, though. But if you give him too much say, he won't go along with it. Sometimes forcing his hand is the only way to make him see things another way."
I nod in understanding. "…I think I can do that."
Matt takes in a long drag of his cigarette, closing his eyes before puffing more smoke, tapping the ash and looking away for a moment. Once he seems to gather himself, he faces me, a look of seriousness and concern on his face. "…Mello will fight you with everything he has at his disposal. I mean he'll do everything he can think of. He'll use violence, words, allies, blackmail, weapons, reputations—anything he thinks will work against you, any weaknesses he can find. He'll feel like he's been backed into a corner, panic, and probably act like a caged animal. …Can you handle it? …He'll do his damnedest to put you through hell, you know."
"…I have known Mello long enough to know his trends and behavioral tendencies. I believe I can succeed. …I appreciate your assistance, Matt."
"…Not at all. I'm only doing this for Mello's happiness, after all. Sometimes a little hurt can be worth the outcome. I'll see you tomorrow, Near. …Good luck—you'll need it."
I find myself sighing in exasperation. Thinking back, I am beginning to doubt my words. I have never had the chance to observe Mello's reaction to something like this simply because he never dated, but observing this now, I am… unsure of where this will go. Everything up until now was simply a guess based on his past reactions. Now that he is veering off course, it is best to enforce the physical aspects after answering his questions. First, to answer him now.
"… You were not—nor have you ever been—drunk, Mello. You know that. …Your consent was not necessary. You have no choice in this matter. I am merely being polite in informing you," I respond. This only seems to worsen things, though I expected as much. He is Mello, after all.
"Like you've ever been fucking polite to me or anyone else! And what the hell do you mean 'my consent was not necessary'?! I'm pretty damn sure you need the other person's agreement to do shit like this! And I know Matt's been saying shit to you behind my fucking back! What the fuck are you two up to, huh?! Did Matt put you up to this shit?! Is this some kind of sick, fucked up joke?! Why the hell are you doing this to me Nathan?! I'm not just some fucking toy you can mess with, so why?!"
I allow my eyes to widen slightly in surprise. He has never called me by name in the seven years I've known him. I feel a twinge of… something in my chest when he does so. I find it is a mixture of irritation—as he knows I prefer to be addressed as Near—surprise and… a third thing I'm unfamiliar with. I ignore it in favor of thinking about how to answer his question. I can't tell him the real reason, but now is one of the only chances I'll have to prove my 'genuine feelings' to him. Before I answer, I decide I need to claim him physically to ensure my next point will reach him. Both verbal and physical enforcement are shown to be more effective in proving a point than words alone.
"Hey, what are yo—" I move to press my lips to his, somewhat gentle at first before lust overcomes me. I soon push my tongue to his lips, falsely requesting admittance under the presumption that he might be more willing if I was to act polite; as I find he still resists me and I am denied, I demand entrance and force my tongue through, tasting the caramel and chocolate he just recently finished—Matt's peace offering. He doesn't seem to fight as whole-heartedly this time, something that surprises me.
"Mmm… Nnn…" His eyes seem to slowly close as he subconsciously moans and leans into me. I take his hair and pull it harshly; I want to hear more of the delicious sounds he makes, sounds so unique to him.
Moving my hand to his cheek, I bring my fingers slowly across his smooth skin. Once I reach his neck, my fingers find Beyond's collar. This collar irritates me; as long as he has it, he will feel attachment to B, and I won't allow that. I will get him a new collar and later remove this one. I already know how I am going to do so and it can only help to solidify my possession of him. Everything he has is now mine—his okaa-san, his body, everything. I am his new keeper now, not Beyond, and I will make sure that he knows it.
The surge of possessiveness coupled with my irritation causes me to become more forceful as I grab the collar and pull him closer to me, earning me a groan of pain-laced pleasure—it would seem Mello is masochistic. I move my free hand from his hair to the base of his neck, adding pressure to the kiss and digging my nails into his skin, causing the fresh, crescent-shaped wounds to bleed. I nip and bite at his lower lip for a while; after a few more seconds, the need to breathe takes precedence, and I am forced to release him.
Mello looks up at me, panting slightly, his eyes hazy and cheeks lightly flushed. I feel more warmth pool in my abdomen at the sight. I allow the barest of smirks to cross my lips as I let the idea of this sight being mine and mine alone sink in. "W… why—?" Mello begins, but I cut him off.
"…Because I like you, Mello. …I hope to satisfy your needs in our relationship." With those words I feel it wisest to depart so that I can think on all of the weird feelings that Mello has aroused in me. I can only hope that I said the right things to gain his trust, or at the very least his acceptance or favor. …Even if my only reasons for satisfying him are solely to benefit me. As I move to go back to finish group I hear him shout from over my shoulder.
"We are NOT in a relationship!" Once he believes me to be out of earshot, he whispers something I certainly did not expect, his voice somewhat… somber. "…Are we…?"

I must say that today Matsuda's stupidity works in my favor. Having a topic like relationships allows me a much wider range of words and hints when getting at Light-kun in regards to our situation. I can almost feel the temperature drop as Light-kun hears those words.
"Well, who wants to start? …Light-kun? How about you, you know, since I asked Ryuuzaki-kun before," Matsuda says. I can barely contain the snicker trying to force its way through my lips. Light-kun's face says it all: Why does he always call on me or Ryuuzaki? Doesn't he know there are other people in the room?! …No doubt that's what he is thinking. Eventually, he concedes as I knew he would—wouldn't want to destroy your hard earned image, right, Light-kun?
"Uh, sure. …I …haven't ever been in a relationship before, so I can only guess, but… Relationships should be mutual," he says, glancing at me as he does so. I know his words are for me, not the group. …Silly Light-kun; does he really think I'm so clueless? "…As for what to expect of each partner… well, communications should be open, they should be patient with one another and respect boundaries. That's all really."
Light gave a very generic answer; it definitely speaks to his not being in a relationship before, not that I ever have either. Though I can't help thinking that it is less than I would have expected from the ever-social Light-kun.
"…But Light-kun, not everyone has the chance to make relationships mutual. Acceptance or approval is not always mutual in the beginning; some people are forced into interaction and come to accept this over time, do they not? Also, I should point out to Light-kun that he forgot to mention his views on relationships," I state, sure to include our present situation, or at least one aspect of it—we are forced to interact to an extent. There is a 91.2% chance that he will agree, but have some form of retort as is Light-kun's way. There is a 5% chance he will agree for his images' sake, and the last 3.8% is the probability of him ignoring me or giving up and saying nothing.
"That may be true, Ryuuzaki, however, most people consent to being mutual, even in places such as work environments whereas we have not. I don't particularly like your approach." As I predicted, but he seems to be losing his edge—he is hinting more than necessary to the others. I suppose I should use this to my advantage, but I hoped Light-kun would have been able to pull himself together with more efficiency.
"…But Light-kun, I have done so in the way most likely to get your acceptance." A lie, but here it works in my favor; he can't say what is really happening in front of everyone. He is far too prideful. The real situation is the last thing he'd want to get out, plus this also serves to remind him of just how much he's slipping up. "What else can I do to gain Light-kun's favor? And I thought Light-kun and I were getting along so well…" Let's see where he'll take things from here—I've left things pretty open. My eyes hold the unspoken challenge. Light-kun is quite attractive when he is seething with rage. He knows he's beaten.
"…Being as socially inept as you are Ryuuzaki, I doubt that. But if you must know, we can discuss it outside of group," he grinds out. Too bad; I was having fun. I mentally pout.
"…Regardless, Light-kun still has not mentioned his views," I state.
"Relationships, more often than not, are only used for selfish gain and are only consented to when both parties acknowledge and accept that fact. No relationship is without gain or selfless—it is only a matter of what a person stands to gain, be it psychological comfort, physical gain or otherwise."
"…" At this point I decide to stop; Light-kun is taking the game too seriously. I wanted to play, not fight. Though, it is not that he is incorrect—in a way, I am also using Light-kun, and I am sure he will use the situation I have presented to his advantage as well, seeing as I have left him no other option.
"U-um…Well… Light-kun, Ryuuzaki-kun… You took up a lot of our time, so I'll let you all out now. See you tomorrow." Matsuda hurriedly gathers up his things and leaves and Light-kun heads for his room. I immediately follow.
"Ryuuzaki, go away. Didn't you hear me in group?" Light bites out, clearly irritated by my presence. I merely bring my thumb to my lips and chew gently, thinking over whether or not proceeding without tact would be worth the amusement I am sure to receive. I decide that I will be blunt.
"…Of course. Honestly, Light-kun has such a low opinion of me. …He said that we could discuss our… relationship outside of group, did he not? I am sure I heard Light-kun correctly." Light turns to face me quickly, a fierce glare on his face, as he grabs my arm and pulls me behind him into my room and closes the door swiftly behind us before lowly growling out his next words.
"We are not in a relationship, Ryuuzaki. I only interact with you because I have no other choice. I'll admit, you got me this time. I'll give you that. But as soon as I can do so, I will kill you. You're only standing in my way." He turns to leave, but before he can do so, I grab hold of his arm, turning him to face me, and without prior thought or warning, I press my lips to his.
Light seems to be shocked into silence, his body stiffening and his lips unresponsive. Using the momentary pause, I move my lips against his slowly, giving him the chance to respond on his own before I become more aggressive. He remains motionless, so I begin to get harsher in my treatment of him.
I nibble at his lower lip, causing him to gasp, and I use that moment to slip my tongue into his mouth, occasionally brushing against his own. At that stimulation he begins to respond with fervor, trying to fight me for dominance, but of course I can't let him win. Knowing him, he has decided to make this a competition. This should prove to be very entertaining. I wonder… how will he react this time? I hope he handles this better the third time around, as there will be many more to come.

I just came back from a day of killing more humans—no thanks to Light and his 'rivalry' with that Ryuuzaki guy preoccupying him, if one can call it that—and guess what I walk in on? Light and Ryuuzaki sucking face. Normally, I would be pretty mad that he's shirking his responsibilities as Kira to get a boyfriend, but seeing who it is and that fact that it's a boyfriend made my day. I normally just come to pick up my apple and head right back out, but this… This is so interesting. So much for Light not being gay. I always knew he was too pretty to be straight. …I never bought that whole 'metro-sexual' thing. That's just a term for guys so far in the closet they don't even know they're in denial.
Deciding to ask Light-o about it later tomorrow, I head to his room and get the apple waiting on the desk—thankfully he didn't see me. I'll need to keep a special eye on Ryuuzaki; maybe Light has plans for him that pertain to his goals. An ally, perhaps. They certainly seem to be friendlier with each other, lately. If he is with us, then he is no threat to my plans and serves to keep me laughing all the more. I'll keep him around a while, just to see what he does, hyuk hyuk. How amusing.

I am so furious! Ryuuzaki's behavior is driving me up a wall! How dare he say those things! We are NOT in a relationship! And we never will be! What the hell is wrong with him? This has got to be some kind of trick, a game—he can be certain I won't lose, and if this is how he wants to play it, fine!
I can feel Ryuuzaki's tongue brush against my own, and that stimulation shocks my body enough to respond full force. I move to twist and dance with him, but whenever I think I've gained the advantage he forces me back into submission—damn it, I will not be the woman here! I allow him to re-enter me, and when he does I suck on his tongue, earning an almost inaudible moan from him. I smirk into the kiss as I revel in the small victory, but I find it was short lived.
He moves to nip at my lower lip, sucking my tongue in return, and unlike him I can't hold back my voice as I express my pleasure. "Mmm…" I know the bastard is basking in his damn victory, but I won't let it go that easily. But before I can make up a plan and take action, he moves his lips to my neck, quickly finding my pulse. How in the hell does he know all these things?! There is no way he's ever been with someone, be them male or female! He can't have experience, so how does he—?
"Haah! Uhn… Nnnn…" I can't control the sounds that fall from my lips as he takes the skin between his teeth, nipping a sucking gently at first, slowly becoming more insistent. Without waiting for me to adjust to the pace or the feeling of his mouth on my neck, he suddenly becomes aggressive with his ministrations, sucking on the skin before I am hit with a slight stinging sensation at the juncture of my neck and collar bone. After moment, he moves his tongue over the area, soothing the irritated skin and goes back to sucking my neck, moving up to my ear. After a minute or so, I register the fact that the bastard marked me! He freaking marked me! How the hell am I supposed to explain that to people?!
Before I can voice my anger on the subject, his lips are on mine again, and I taste the coppery flavor of blood. This asshole broke skin?! Does he have any idea how long that will take to heal?! He probably planned this!
Eventually, he pulls away and takes a few steps back. As I look him over, I see that he has absolutely no signs of what transpired between us—his hair is always a mess, as are his clothes, and his face is no different except for a barely noticeable swelling of his lips. You wouldn't see it unless you were looking for it. On the other hand, I have tousled and messy hair along with rumpled clothes—a sharp difference from my perfect style with every hair precariously in place and neat clothes—and as for my face… I have noticeably swollen, dark pink lips and a light flush across my face, not to mention I'm kind of breathless and panting slightly. Wait a damn second, I shouldn't say it like that! It's not like it felt good or anything! I'm just pissed off—how is it that he can walk out of here with no signs of what happened and be completely unscathed?! I got a damn hickey now and it's not like I have anything to cover it with! The damn thing will probably take a full week to fucking heal!
After a while, he speaks. "…It would seem that Light-kun has lost the battle. I have to wonder, though… what will Light-kun say about that mark I gave him? I believe that we are now in agreement of the terms of our relationship, Light-kun."
I can only stare at him incredulously for a moment. Did he really just say what I think he did? "…I don't know what you mean, Ryuuzaki. I'm pretty sure nothing could be discussed with your tongue down my throat!" I exclaim. I don't want to admit it, but… he got me again!
He turns to look off into space, a distant and contemplative look in his eyes as he brings his thumb to his lips in a thoughtful gesture. I just can't get over how damn nasty that is! Seriously! "…Light-kun did not resist my advances, and did not stop me when I marked him. Usually, when one does such things, it is a form of consent. This means that we are in some form of relationship, specifically of the physical if not romantic type," he reasons. That's his sorry excuse for an explanation?!
"Y-you didn't ask to kiss me! Y-you caught me off guard a-and then you bit me!" I argue. I curse my damn stutter, but I was forced into shock! Besides, there is no way he's getting out of this with whatever twisted form of 'approval' he's conjured up! I won't allow it!
"…It became consensual when Light-kun kissed back. As for the mark, Light-kun could have resisted or said something to stop me at any time. His voice was occupied releasing clear sounds of pleasure, and his lack of discouraging words were taken as a silent request to continue," he says simply, as if this is the weather we're discussing and not his sexual assault. I'm really starting to hat his lack of response to me.
"I did not sound anything like that! B-besides, th-that doesn't mean I liked it!" I say in a desperate attempt to keep him from being right. I know I responded, but it was because I wasn't going to lose! I don't want a relationship with him or anything else to do with this guy! (A/N: Yes you do, Light-chan~. Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
"…Regardless, Light-kun reacted to me. As for his issue of 'not liking it' I would say that Light-kun's body is willing to argue that issue," he says, none-too-subtly glancing over my body. I can feel my face heat up to what is an undoubtedly unnatural shade of scarlet in shame. I am not gay! Maybe it was just my body going awry because this is the first person I've ever kissed. (A/N: That's a pathetic excuse, even for you, Light-chan. No more A/N's now.) I don't know, but I'm not a god damn deviant, I'm not!
"…" I can't even think of anything else to say. Of course, Ryuuzaki uses this moment to interject his thoughts on the matter.
"…Light-kun and I have now discussed the terms of our relationship, since he could not read them from his actions. Unless Light-kun wishes to continue where we left off, I would suggest returning to his room to find a way to cover up the mark he is so ashamed of." With that, Ryuuzaki leaves to go to the recreation room, probably to watch the Kira case or some other network. He probably only left because I'm still in his room.
I mechanically move to my room, and I couldn't be more grateful when my mother appears to comfort me. If Sayu and tou-san came… there's no doubt I would break completely.

When I saw Near and Mello outside, I thought I would break. Near was so… harsh to Mello, and even though I know he had to be and that this is for Mello's sake, I couldn't help being jealous. When Near kissed him, I died a little. Something that I've always wanted so easily taken by someone else…
Once I got home, I didn't even bother to play my DSi, PSP, Play Station, Wii, X-Box or any other system. I was too depressed. Mom came upstairs and tried to get me to talk to her, but I ignore her as I always do. Whenever I talk to someone I get hurt. It's part of why I like Mello so much. He talks enough for the both of us, and he's been through so much pain, just like I have—the only difference is that he became extraverted and defensive about it, while I became reclusive and withdrawn. At around 8:30 I get a text from Mello, and despite everything, I can't help smiling a little. Maybe I really am a masochist.
matt, something bad happened! my aunt just fuckin called n misa's overdosed on heroin! she's being admitted 2 TIA (Tokyo's Insane Asylum) in two weeks as soon as her body's recovered n near fucking assaulted me again! what an a-hole right?! oh, brb, someone's here.
I decide to reply anyway. I briefly wonder who the hell would be at his door at this time of night. Doesn't he live alone?
hey, dude. srry about misa. she's ur famous model cousin, right? so she's being committed? wow, that sucks. wait… isn't that the same place that near's brother is in? i heard it from him a while back… ur friends w/ near's brother, aren't u?
After a while, he still hasn't gotten back to me. I can't help but worry some more; who could he be with right now? I immerse myself in my PSP game and decide the feeling is just my imagination. It couldn't be that bad, and if it is, I'm sure Mello's strong enough to handle it.
End Chapter Nine
6600 words. I'm still keeping my 6000 word minimum, it's just that writing the previous 7000 is getting harder when the right stopping point presents itself.
Not bad, huh? Yeah, there's gonna be a time skip of two weeks next chapter. Misa is introduced, so cover your ears! Lol Also, MORE ANGST! Things have been fluffy lately! Prepare for more Sayu and Soichiro! They come in next chapter and man have they got something to say to Light!
Special thanks to all my frequent readers. I only posted this today and already two frequenters reviewed and over two dozen people read it. I'm so happy! I started college today, so I'm not sure when I'll be able to be back, but chapters will probably be done little by little and posted about every four days to a week. I enjoy all you've had to say!
Ja ne,
Rainbow-chan :3
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