L and I walk to class together, the chain connecting us giving me no way of escaping him. He goes on about what happened while I was locked in jail. He said Misa had refused to talk, then began rambling about a stalker. He told me he believed her memory was erased and she had passed her powers on. She was no longer the second Kira. He also thinks I am Kira, but don't know it. I'm not though. I would know if I was. I'm of sane mind.
I guess I'm overreacting about all this. I am not Kira. I know it. Eventually he'll figure it out as well. He's a smart man. He'll know.
He calls my name. I ask what he wants. His response confuses me. he says we aren't going to class today. He says there are more important matters to discuss.
I assume it is about the case, so I follow him blindly out the door, not that he leaves me much of a choice. He sits on a bench in the courtyard. His eyes meet mine. They seem different. Darker.
No, that's crazy. His eyes are black. They can't get any darker, can they? He says my name again, then leans close to my ear. I let out a low moan as he takes the ear in his mouth. He says he knows I'm Kira. He wants a confession.
How can I confess, though? I'm not Kira. I'm not!
His lips kiss the flesh of my neck, down to my collar. He says he'll show me pleasure. All I have to say is two words: I'm Kira. His hand grasps my groin, and I fight back a pleasured scream. My eyes close as I grow hard. He lowers his head to my crotch. Say it, he says.
I tell him not here. No need to expose this to the entire school.he listens to me, shockingly. He jumps up and speeds off, dragging my behind him by the troublesome chain.
We end up in the hotel room he is staying in tonight.as soon a I walk in the door he grabs the chain and pulls me close to him. I knew he'd find some use for that excess weight. His lips fall on mine, draining me of all thoughts.
He drags me toward the bed and pushes me hard, dragging his own body with it. Now he's hovered over my shaking body. I guess he had planned to end up like this anyways, so it doesn't faze him.
He unbuttons my shirt, exposing the bare flesh and muscle. His tongue runs from my belly-button to my collarbone. He grabs my crotch again, making my hard almost instantly. Just say it, he says. He tells me not to worry.
My lips press to his and I lift myself to his ear. I'm Kira I whisper. I don't care what happens after this, I want to have some fun right now. He smacks me hard, then moves himself to the edge of the bed.
I ask him why he smacked me, and he says I'm not kira. I ask him why not. He responds my telling me Kira wouldn't admit it under any circumstances.
I move up to him, letting my arms rest freely over his shoulders. He looks at me with a confused grin. I tell him I want him.
His lips press to mine. I can feel his warmth flow though me again. I remove his shirt, exposing his fit, hunched body to my curious eyes. My lips press to his spine, and he pushes me down on the bed gently.
I push him over and hover over him. He screams my name as I grab him in the same manner he did the first time. we take off what's left of our close and he lays me down on my stomache. I feel him come inside me in one short, painful thrust. He continues to thrust himself inside me. I grip the sheets in a painful pleasure as I moan loudly, not caring how thick the walls may be. After pulling out of me, he falls onto me, panting and tired. He kisses me one more time before passing out beside me on the bed.
We awake at about seven at night, the day breaking through the single window of the room. L and I just look at each other before he tells me the investigators will be here soon, so I get up and put my clothes back on.
His eyes look me over. He tells me nothing ever happened tonight, then kisses my lips for the last time.