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e: The bolded portion of this fanfiction was taken directly out of volume 5 of the Death Note Magna by Tsugumi Ohba. I do not own the Death Note magna, anime, or characters.
This was the first multi-chaptered story they I ever wrote and it set me on a long path of awesomness that I am so thankful for. Chapter 1 is pretty short, but there has to be some set up, right? Good things come to those who wait.
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Soichiro Yagami press the gun to his son's head and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
"A blank…?" Light Yagami could finally breathe again.
"Thank God…" Soichiro Yagami let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God…?" Light Yagami repeated. "What do you mean, Dad?"
"Forgive me, you two… This was the only way to end your confinement…" Soichiro Yagami wiped the sweat from his brow. "Please understand that I only did this because I truly believed that you weren't Kira. Did you see that, Ryuzaki? I did as you said. I'm still alive."
"Yes, brilliant acting." Ryuzaki's voice was coming from a speaker inside the car. "In that situation, if Amane was the second Kira, who can kill with just a person's face, I think we can assume she would have killed you before you killed Light-kun… And the same is true if Light-kun was Kira. The Kira I know would kill his own father need be… It's possible that Light-kun may have figured out it was an act for the end, but… As promised, I will end both of their confinements. And also as promised, though Amane says they were tapes to send in to an occult TV show, we do have various pieces of evidence connecting her to the second Kira. Until everything is made clear, will put Amane under surveillance."
"What?!" Misa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You still suspect me?!"
Soichiro Yagami shot Misa a nasty look. "Well, you will get to return to your normal life. If you're not guilty then you can just think of the surveillance as police protection."
"Oh yeah!" Misa giggled. "Since I'm not the second Kira, I just pretend I got some bodyguards."
"And Light–kun, as also promise…" Ryuzaki spoke up. "I will work it out a way you and I will be together twenty-four hours a day, working on solving this case."
Light was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. "You got it, Ryuzaki! Let's catch cuter together!"
"Yes," Ryuzaki replied. "I'm pleased to be working with you."
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Light shook his left wrist causing the handcuff chain to jingle. "Is this really necessary, Ryuzaki…?"
Ryuzaki's dark wide eyes stared back at Light. "I'm not doing this because I want to."
Misa looked at the two boys in confusion. "Huh…? This is what you meant by being together twenty-four hours a day?"
The rest of the task force stared on quietly.
Misa giggled nervously. "Two guys chained together is gross… Is this what you're into? You are with Light at school, too…"
Ryuzaki sighed. "I'm not doing this because I want to."
Misa was not reassured. "The Light belongs to me… And you're always together, then went am I supposed to go on dates with Light?"
"The dates will naturally be with the three of us…" Ryuzaki replied as if it was obvious.
"WHAT?!" Misa was shocked. "You're saying we have to kiss in front of you?"
Ryuzaki shook his head. "I didn't say you have to do anything, but I will be watching…"
Misa space turn bright red. "Huh? What the hell?! I knew it! You are a pervert!"
Ryuzaki looked desperately at Light. "Light–kun, please shut Misa-san up."
Light sighed. He would never hear the end of this.
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Ryuzaki bit his thumb and stared at the sleeping figure that lay only three feet from him. Light Yagami was sleeping soundly in the other twin size bed. His right hand rested lightly against his forehead and his left hung off the bed causing the chain between the men to jingle lightly whenever Light twitched in the smallest bit.
The full moon that shone through the open window cast a heavenly glow on Light's face. Ryuzaki cocked his head to one side and looked closer into the calm face. When asleep, Light was the epitome of innocence. His face was still soft and boyish, but his body was toned and fit like a man's. In his sleep, Light stirred and his left hand came up to rest on his bare chest. Ryuzaki watched Light's chest rise and fall in melodic breathing and the hand slide slowly down that smooth, marble-like skin and come to rest just above his navel. Suddenly, Ryuzaki had the urge to run his own hand-
He shook his head violently in an attempt to sling those thoughts from his brain. Not this again, he thought. I got rid of those urges before I left Wammy's House to be a detective. I haven't time for such emotions…
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L Lawliet sat alone in his room with his face in his hands.
"Damn," he cursed violently. It had happened again. Why the hell couldn't he control himself? He was supposed to be the world's greatest detective, yet he couldn't even figure out how to control his own body.
"Maybe I just won't shower anymore." He muttered to himself, then scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded. Running away wasn't going to solve anything.
"Perhaps I should just talk to Wammy." He muttered to himself. No. That would be far too embarrassing.
He groaned and fell back on his bed. This was the second time this week he was forced to grab a towel and duck out of the bathroom before giving himself a thorough scrubbing. Whenever he was alone in a hot, steaming shower, water running down his body like a million fingertips caressing him, he lost control. He felt his manhood throb and groaned again to himself. This had become a common thing as of late. Even the smallest bit of contact or visual stimulation was enough to cause him to get a raging hard-on. Textbooks chalked it up to puberty, but L called it a lack of self-control. At night he would find himself thinking of a soft pair of lips wrapped around his swollen member, sucking him off to sweet ecstasy. His manhood throbbed against his stomach again. He sighed and rolled over in bed. Maybe if he ignore it, it would go away.
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Light suddenly rolled over in his sleep, causing Ryuzaki to be ripped from his train of thought. Ryuzaki felt a familiar tug in his boxers and sighed when he noticed the bulge. Really? Now? His eyes shot up to the sleeping figure. Maybe if he was quick and quiet he could…
Ryuzaki lay flat on his back and slipped his left hand below the thin blanket to caress the swollen member that waited for him there. His nimble fingers wrapped around its girth and slowly stroked it's length. His whole body was immediately filled with a sweet pleasure that made him purr and stretch out his toes. His eyes darted over to Light and back to the ceiling as he picked up the pace. A tiny drop of pre-cum served as lubrication as he stroked faster and faster like a piston. His breathing became hallow and his hips got a mind of their own as they thrust up into his hand.
He imagined laying on a bed of silk sheets moaning and writhing as a pair of gentle hands stoked him firmly. His eyes would fall closed as lips trailed kisses up his stomach and chest and finally coming to rest on his own. Their mouths would mesh together as if they were compatible pieces of a puzzle and their tongues would dance in one another's mouth. He would tangle his fingers in that soft auburn hair and relish at the taste of his lover on his tongue. Then, Light would pull away only to wrap those satin lips around Ryuzaki's weeping cock and suck him lovingly. Ryuzaki's hips would rise and fall, forcing his girth down Light's tight, virgin throat.
Ryuzaki's whole body began to tremble and he couldn't stop the groan that broke from his chest as a thick line of semen shot out of his hard manhood followed by two more. There he lay in utter shame and denial at not only what he had done, but the fantasy he had dreamed up. He started to get up and go to the bathroom to clean himself, but the rattling of the chain quickly reminded him that that would be impossible without waking Light. He would just have to remove the shirt. He carefully slipped his hand into his pocket, retrieved the handcuff key and removed it from his wrist as quietly as possible. He sighed and peeled off his white t-shirt, using it to clean himself as much as possible before tossing it under the bed. He made a mental note to retrieve it tomorrow before the staff came to clean, clasped the handcuff back on his wrist, and rolled over on his stomach in an attempt to get some sleep.