DISCLAIMER: This manga/anime and all its original contents and characters are not mine.
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A/N: Chapter Theme: "Love Ya" by SS501. In this fic, L can stand straight. ^_~
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Summary: AU. Yagami Light, a yakuza underboss, was intrigued by the legend of a class A prostitute known by the alias L. He was pretty expensive that, after a night of ecstasy, Light found himself buried in a billion-dollar debt.
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Smoothing out his plaid pants, Light stepped out of the car, Ryuk standing in front of the door with an umbrella in his hand strategically positioned to shield his boss from the raindrops falling from the ever black sky. Looking up at the mansion which blatantly displayed the letters C-A-S-A right on his face, he began asking himself why he allowed his curiosity to get the better of him. Spending the family's finances for something sordid didn't sound like a wise idea. But of course, he knew that if he'd let this opportunity pass, his ever inquisitive mind would never let him sleep for nights and he would be devising yet another plan all over again.
Walking quietly side by side with his guardian, he let his eyes travel around the Victorian building trying to memorize every detail, including the distance of the said building from the nearest town. It was miles away, he knew, making it quite difficult to run away from, should anyone ever try. Of course there would be anyone who'd probably try. Light knew that most, if not all, of the prostitutes being sold in the flesh trade were being forced to service the pleasure-seekers paying for them. It made him wonder if L did ever try to escape.
Silently, he tried to push his thoughts away wanting to relax. The travel exhausted him pretty well. He succeeded and felt as though he was being lulled to sleep. The soft sound of the rain that seemed to be in tandem with the occasional clicking of the guns held by the armed men in suits surrounding him was uncannily comparable to the lullaby his mother used to sing him to sleep. He slipped a hand on Ryuk's arm and held at it for support. His bodyguard didn't say a word.
The door opened and out of it, a man in formal attire emerged. Ryuk showed him the pass and the man responded with a polite "This way, please". They were led towards a door with a medieval design. The man pushed a button that sure looked like polished wood. Surprisingly, the door opened making them realize it was actually an elevator. Once inside, Light closed his eyes a little. Sighing ever so softly, he realized that that his little relaxation failed to kill his growing excitement. Damn.
"Baby boss," Ryuk whispered, "remember my promise? After this, I'd really be your slave for life."
Chuckling, Light smiled. "Yeah, so you better enjoy this as much as you can."
The elevator door opened and Light felt as though he was being brought into a different world. It was an overly flashy glittery world that young Yagami did not really like. The huge chandelier atop the high ceiling, the dim lights, the carved walls, the glass tables, the couches and the nearly translucent curtains bespoke elegance and sophistication but he wasn't in any way impressed. As soon as they stepped into the floor, another man in formal attire came up to them and as if out of concern said, "Sirs, you were pretty late. I must inform you that the item on stage as of this moment is the last one."
"What?" exclaimed the apple-loving gangster. "T-Then is L sold already?"
Light thought he saw a flicker of enthusiasm in man-in-formal-attire's eyes. "Oh no," he replied hastily. "He is actually the item I told you about."
"W-well, I really can't see him from here," stuttered Ryuk, face unfortunately betraying the blush which had crept shamelessly on his cheeks[and which Light found pretty amusing].
"Ah, yes," said man-in-formal-attire. "Allow me to guide you, gentlemen, to your respective seats where you can relax and get a good view."
As soon as they were seated comfortably, Light glanced briefly at his men and mentally smirked. Ryuk was blushing like crazy but it was his other bodyguards who entertained him so much. They were sweating despite the air conditioner and their faces seemed to be yelling "This can't be! I'm straight, you know!" Chuckling faintly, all his sleepiness and exhaustion gone, he turned his eyes toward the item which caused his guards' uneasiness. And at that moment, it was his turn to doubt his own sexual orientation. There and then, he understood why this L would be so coveted by the bosses and billionaires of this world, he was staggeringly attractive.
"Our last item for tonight is this monk from the Appennines who lost his way on a journey to heaven..."
Gothic. That was what Light could give him as a fitting description. Beautifully Gothic. He was someone who would naturally stand out in the midst of any crowd and for that he looked almost unreal, an illusory reality, a fantasy come to life, a character supposed to exist only in fairy tales and online games. He was unique, a different kind of beauty which held our young boss totally captivated. The ivory white skin, the pale lips slightly parted which looked temptingly soft, the sharp nose which seemed to scream "nibble me please", and the eyes, wide and black, emphasized by the dark smudges under each one, both cold and gentle and with a tinge of innocence, made up for an effortless seduction. With the ashen monastic robes wrapping the slender body and the hood partially covering the raven hair, he was the perfect figure of a faked holiness which sure made baby boss' pants reasonably tight. And for that last statement, Light knew he was not the only one.
"...will you be the kind angel who could show him the way to Paradise? Celestial nobles, let's start at one million dollars."
Immediately, hands began to fill the air. The bidding has begun.
"One million."
"Two million."
"Two point five."
"Two point seventy-five."
Light sucked his breath in frenzy. 'Think now', he told himself. 'Currently, you have two billion dollars at you disposal. Of course you were ordered not to spend it here but you can always think afterwards of an explanation that your father would buy. Right now, you're so hard you're going to die if you can't fuck this man here and now. What are you waiting for? If somebody else gets him, you're dead.' So, raising his hand, he uttered in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Ten million."
His bodyguards, including Ryuk, gaped at him. All eyes were on him, including the blue orbs of a blond Caucasian who had the face of a cherub and the figure of a bodybuilder. It was the said man who, still boring his eyes on Light, smirked saying, "Twenty million."
To which Yagami replied, "Fifty million."
"Fifty-one million."
"Fifty-five million."
"Seventy million." It wasn't the blond. This one did not look like a bodybuilder, he looked even frail, although he was still huge. He wore a three-piece-suit that was as red as the curls framing his face.
"Seventy-five million," the blond replied.
Light sighed for a while before saying, "One hundred million."
It had been silent for a while and our young boss thought he had already won until a lazy voice with a Chinese accent cut through the air. "One billion." The man, whom Light recognized as the Mainland-based Triad boss who had been their associate once, blew the bangs covering his eyes, sipped his red wine and licked his lips all the while staring at nothing else but L who had closed his eyes, fingers clutching the edges of his sleeves, a little smile gracing his lips.
That expression only served to make baby boss get harder than he already was. 'Oh God, this is too much torture.' Light decided to go for the kill. "Two billion."
Ryuk patted his back in sympathy. "B-Boss..."
His blond rival, however, grinned a little before declaring, "Two point one billion."
What?
"Two point two," uttered the redhead.
No way.
"Two point three."
Light thought it was the Triad guy who had won [maybe it was what everybody else thought too]. Of course, he was wrong. A fairly tall man with the face of a Latin princess, who wasn't wearing a suit like the rest, stood up, hands on the pockets of his khakis, and slowly spoke, "Three billion."
It was already hopeless. The hammer had fallen. Light could still hear the words "sold to the gentleman with the white shirt" before he fell on Ryuk's arms in a faint.
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tbc
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