The Fields of Hades
2: Timepiece
L was exhausted. He tried everything, counting, pills, exercise, Matt's 'herbs'... all he got was high. The insomnia held its ground while sleep avoided him like a plague. It's been eighty-two hours since he slept last.
L tossed in his bed before his eyes came upon the vandalized wall. He turned away, groaned and punched the mattress.
Kira-chan, you son of a bitch.
It was all because of Kira.
Or rather, it was because of the lack of Kira. Lack of Kira in his bed to lovingly soothe him to sleep, but mostly lack of Kira's existence.
L went through everything he could possibly think of, entire current To-oh student database, the database of the relatives of To-oh students, database of Yotsuba's employees, their families, wanted criminals, anything, everything.
He even went though graduates and dropouts of To-oh in the past ten years.
No beautiful brunette anywhere.
Kira never set a foot in To-oh.
Of course Kira could as well be from Tokyo U, or even highschool, and Kira was a lovely, but obviously fake name.
It still wasn't fair. The beautiful brunette knew L's name and god knows what else about him, and all L knew about the brunette was... well, he knew he wanted to do him into the wall, for one.
In the matter of days, Kira became an obsession, something sweet and evil, nesting inside L's head and planting sweet and evil thoughts into L's exhausted mind.
All he could think of was finding him so that the next time sweet Kira danced into his room, L would throw everything he got at him.
Which, at the moment, was absolutely nothing.
Instead of finding who Kira was, L found a hundred and one thing that Kira wasn't.
And it made him angry, livid even, mad enough to punch his walls and make his knuckles bleed. Mad enough to bite his fingernails right up to the meat, mad enough to...
No matter how frustrated L got, in his mind, he was still making gentle love to sweet Kira-chan.
"Dude, you okay in there?" The loud rapping against his door made L groan again.
"No Matt-kun, go away."
Instead of Matt going away, L heard his door slam open and the alarm screeched. Then he heard startled noises in form of tripping and bashing one's head against a table.
"Jesus! Would you turn that thing the fuck off?!"
Matt had split his forehead, again.
No matter how many times L told Matt not to invite himself in, Matt never listened.
No matter how many times Matt told L to 'move that fucking table', L never listened either.
After appointing Mello to resolve the situation, Mello suggested Matt knocks before entering and L invests into a large box of bandaids.
So that was their solution that didn't really solve anything.
Matt nursed his injured head.
"Dude, you have issues."
"Whatever would those be, Matt-kun?"
"Stop fucking knocking at my wall!"
Oh.
L casually propped up his pillow to hide his bruised knuckles under it.
"I have never knocked against Matt's wall."
"Riiight," Matt slumped down into L's chair. No, Kira's chair. L glared, Matt never noticed.
"So... how's she doing?"
L followed the direction of Matt's finger to meet his vandalized wall once again.
He groaned and turned his back to the wall and Matt.
"That bad, huh."
Please. 'Bad' didn't even begin to describe it.
"You still can't sleep."
"No."
"Hey, you can try some more of my weed-"
L nearly gagged, "no Matt-kun, no more of that. Ever."
Matt chucked and L heard his papers being absently sorted though.
"Hormones suck."
"Yes, very."
"So what happen?"
L said nothing.
"Fine, who's the other guy?"
"There is no guy, Matt-kun."
Matt alluded to the wall.
"Oh never mind that," L huffed.
Matt fiddled with his papers some more and made no indication that he had any plans of going away whatsoever. He even eyed his PSP suspiciously enough for L to understand he would pull it out and play it all night if it came down to it.
"Fine, she is 5"8, brunette, brown eyes, creamy skin, the whole package." Then L sat up and shoo'd Matt.
"Cup size?"
"Double-D, now please excuse yourself, Matt-kun."
"Well that's a lie."
"It isn't, now isn't there something Matt-kun needs to do, perhaps?"
"You're not into huge boobs, man."
"Alright, fine. B-Cup. Now-"
"She's a dude!"
L rubbed his temples.
"Nice!"
"Matt-kun will not attempt to give me sex advice derived from his experiences with Mello!"
"Well you're boring," Matt pouted.
"Is Matt-kun done fishing?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine..."
"Actually, hang on."
"Great Ryuzaki wants me to stay? Sorry, I'm taken," L was sure Matt just winked at him, though he couldn't see under the red-head's messy bands and alien goggles.
"You have hacked Yotsuba database, have you-"
"Shhh!"
Matt ran around in circle for a little while, terrified.
"Dude, you crazy? They're everywhere, they're listening!"
L sighed.
"Matt-kun, of course they are listening. That is why there are scrambling devices all over this room."
Matt calmed down and hesitantly lowered himself back into Kira's chair, looking over L's walls critically.
"So, has Matt-kun hacked Yotsuba's main server?"
"Yeah," Matt whispered. "I was bored."
"I was also bored, and I have also hacked Yotsuba's main server."
"So?"
"Has Matt-kun noticed anything suspicious at all?"
"Other than all the money laundering records? Nothing."
"I have noticed a few Garbage files and I was chased right out."
"Same here."
"Matt-kun has theories as to what may be in those Garbage files?"
"Uh... porn?"
Matt was a brilliant IT, but that was where it ended.
Matt also knew how to get laid.
"...how do I make him spend the night?"
"He wants something from you?"
"Yes."
"Do it, and stall."
So when along with the 4AM dawn an illusive brunette marched into L's room carrying various equipment, L took his time to notice him, recognize the equipment and issue a salutation.
"This," Kira dumped computer parts, diagrams and discs to L's floor, "is out ticket to fifteen million."
L eyed the equipment critically. If Kira-chan couldn't put together a computer, than...
"... and this is how we're going to get it."
A notebook slapped L in the face because he wasn't paying attention to the pile of things on his floor, but rather staring and Kira's thighs. L rubbed his sore face and flipped through the pages.
Never mind.
The writing on L's wall matched the writing in the notebook perfectly, and the notebook told L miles about Kira's mind.
Kira-chan was brilliant. L mentally added another 10 to the total of hours he would have to get through before he could fall asleep, the 10 hours dedicated to fantasizing various kinds of genius activities he could do with Kira.
"What are you doing?"
L flipped a page very slowly, as per Matt's advice.
"You had that for ten minutes now, and you only got though two pages."
"I need to check the validity of this very carefully," L lied.
Kira yanked the book out of his hand, so L reached back for it (and the brunette) in slow motion.
Kira just walked away and parked his pretty behind into the office chair.
"Fine," L hugged his knees and sulked.
"So?" the brunette ignored him.
"... If those are your plans, than I do not understand why Kira-kun needs me at all."
"Part two."
"Part two Kira-kun wouldn't allow me to read?"
"You were stalling, and you know it. So get to it?"
L glared at Kira, displeased.
"You want me to put together a computer?"
"Yes. I brought plans and equipment. It's your turn."
"Kira-kun is serious." L stared in wonder some more.
"Most of the equipment, anyway. You're gonna have to buy some stuff. No more than a few hundred dollars, don't worry."
"And why won't Kira-kun do that himself?"
Kira glared, but L was known for his ability to sleep with his eyes open, so the staring contest wasn't really a contest at all, rather an observation as to how long it would take Kira-chan's pretty caramel eyes to start watering.
Not long, but before L could celebrate, Kira-chan switched tactics and started shyly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.
L ogled the brunette, forgetting what the contest was all about in the first place.
"Well..." Kira said bashfully, faint blush spreading across his cheeks and his soft fingers snapping open the top button, "it is awfully hot in here..."
That was a lie, because L kept his thermostat off at all times and it was freezing. It was a ploy, because Kira-chan by all standards resented L's advances. It was necessary to do whatever Kira-chan asked. Yes. L mentally drooled.
"It is much cooler over here," L patted the sad and empty spot in the bed next to him.
"Really?"
Another button was undone, and the gentle curve of the collarbone perked just enough for L to imagine the wildest of things.
This was absolutely not a dream, for the sake of L's sanity this had to be real.
The pink skin was just as he'd imagined it, smooth and pretty and...
Kira undid his tie and it hung loosely from his slight shoulders. L swallowed hard.
"I could, but you're over there..."
"I will not take up much space, I promise!"
Kira groaned and closed a button, and L cried in outrage.
"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. You get your ass over there and put the computer together, and I'll take off my shirt."
L hopped off the bed to the floor and sat next to the scattered computer bits. Kira eyed him suspiciously, but L just made himself comfortable for the show and leaned back against the wall.
"This," Kira swirled his finger in an imaginary circle around L's bed, "is where I am going to be. You do not come near here. You don't touch the bed. You don't touch me. You come anywhere near here, I will kill you." L understood the severity of the threat and ignored it.
Kira tried another threat:
"You come anywhere hear here, I will put my shirt back on."
L made a face, but agreed to the unfair terms anyway. Anything to make sweet Kira... well.
The gorgeous brunette gravitated towards the bed and gracefully set down, carefully, not to disturb L's sheets or make any unnecessary movements. Like a lady. L watched in amusement as the buttons flew open revealing the sweet curve of Kira's collarbone once again, followed by toned, lightly muscular chest and firm belly. With each revealed inch of the creamy skin the adorable blush on Kira's smooth cheeks became more apparent and realistic, and once he slowly shrugged off the shoulders of his jacket and lay it on L's nightstand, nothing restricted the rims of the shirt to open and reveal the entire naked, beautiful chest.
Sweet pie, L wanted to touch. What was up with Kira-chan and touching anyway? Don't touch this, don't do that...
L must have been ogling him again, because brunette's pretty nipples suddenly perked; not that L minded the gentle roundness they had before, but Kira-chan's slightly erect nipples suggested something very favorable to L.
Kira-chan was the shy type.
L drew in a long breath and purred.
Kira sucked in air sharply, swallowed loudly and even jumped up a little and the perky nubs became pink.
L giggled and leaned back.
The brunette tired his best to ignore him. The deal was that he removes his shirt, and he must have known L wouldn't let him off without taking advantage of the situation. He shrugged the shirt off and L imagined his own hands gliding down the lightly muscled forearms of the brunette the way that shirt just did.
Kira was stunning.
"Wow," he finally said, and it took him a few seconds to realize his voice was low and still purring.
Kira huffed, the pink blush and perky nipples still ever-present, and gracefully lowered himself onto L's scattered pillows.
"Get to it?" he tired to brush it off proudly.
L licked his lips and busied himself with assessing the equipment while he schemed how to get more out of this than Kira agreed to.
The computer things were surprisingly new, in fact L managed to trace the updates Kira made.
Kira-chan took care of his equipment... hmm. The cycle of updated things seemed to end at an AMD Turion processor which had come out around two years ago.
This was odd.
"Kira-kun is aware Intel had come out with Dual Core, yes?"
"AMD works just fine."
"I still would prefer Dual Core."
"Fine. Buy one, then."
L made a note of that. Basically his job was to put together a supercomputer, which he'd done to his own Mac already. Surely Kira-chan would know that?
"I have sufficient equipment for-"
"Listen, you. I don't want your Mac. I want a computer put together with that. Put whatever you want on it, plaster it with Hello Kitty stickers, put some Krypton in it for fuck's sake. PC, Ryuzaki. PC."
Kira's Mac-hatred was unreasonable.
"I would suggest a newer keyboard-"
"No! My keyboard, my monitor, my mouse, my CDs."
The rest of the things were sufficient.
"We will need a server."
L made a note to buy a new server tower. It was still unsettling though, Kira-chan seemed to have not upgraded anything for two years.
"We will also need a cross-shaped screw-driver bit. It is missing from your screwdriver, Kira-kun."
"You have one, don't you?"
Kira-chan strolled in with a missing cross-shaped screwdriver bit. L had taken him as being more of a punctual person than that.
"I will assume you will not help me with this."
As a response, Kira stretched (and L licked his lips), and settled comfortably in L's bed. Figures.
"I refuse to lend the use of my cross-shaped screwdriver bit."
The brunette chocked on air and looked at L funny, but L kept a straight face.
"...and as Kira-kun may know, this project has no chance of ever being completed without a cross-shaped screwdriver bit."
"...okay, what do you want?"
L knew he could not request further removal of Kira's clothing because that wasn't the deal. He also could not request permission to touch the creamy skin because Kira-chan specifically told him not to touch.
"I understand I may not touch Kira-kun. As payment for the cross-shaped screwdriver bit, I want Kira-kun to touch himself."
He was pushing it. Kira could just walk out and come back an hour later with another cross-shaped screwdriver bit.
By now, Kira-chan's blush subsided and the pretty nipples returned to their round and soft state. The beautiful face took on an outraged expression; those full lips pressed together in a thin line and eyes narrowed in an angry glare.
"The deal was I take my shirt off."
"Upper body," though L already imagined making the brunette take off his pants, spread his legs and touch himself in front of L. Upper body was fine for now.
Kira actually considered this for a moment, and before L listed a few thousand bad consequences of his obscene request, Kira-chan sat up, crawled to the edge of L's bed, crossed his legs and bravely put his long, creamy fingers against his collarbone.
Oh my.
L licked his dry lips.
The thick, red blush spread from the pink cheeks down the long neck and Kira soldered though tracing his fingers down his chest.
L gripped onto the foot of the desk to avoid bolting and jumping the brunette.
Fingers drifted lower and circled the dimple in the firm belly and down they went until they hit the belt and stopped. He must have been at loss of what to do.
"Touch your nipples, Kira-kun," L commanded.
Kira slightly shuddered and bent to look down at the perky nubs in question. He was so innocent, so shy, so...
Cautiously, he brought his hand onto his chest and traced a tiny circle around his left nipple.
L grabbed Kira's swirly chair and brought closer, keeping their agreement to stay off the bed. His face inched curiously until Kira-chan was at an arm's reach.
"I will not touch, I promised," he said, resting his face on his knees. Kira drew a few more circles around the quickly hardening nub until the tips of his finders gently closed around the tip and a quiet sound left his throat.
Shy little thing.
He released and L found the pink nipple red and erect. He swallowed, and watched a sly tongue dart and wet the tips of those lucky fingers before they descended upon the nub and squeezed it hard and played with it for a few more minutes, and while they were at it, Kira-chan's other brave hand played with his other nipple, and Kira, still blushing, kept his head down though it all.
When it was done and Kira left his chest alone, the two perfect tips were as red as they ever would get and the drying saliva accented their perfection by glistening in L's desk light.
"Enough?" Kira-chan sounded passive, though his voice was shaking slightly.
L looked down at Kira-chan's crotch. Slight erection.
Pretty.
He also had one, so perhaps...
"Get the fuck to it now."
Right.
L slowly crawled out of the chair and went back to the rather boring task of assembling a hacking computer.
He was told he had no sense of time, and when he had done everything he could without the necessary parts (stealing glimpses at the half-necked brunette in his bed), it was nine in the morning and he'd realized he missed his morning lecture.
To hell with that.
In the past two hours, Kira-chan looked like he was wandering the bridge between sleep and awake; those long, black lashes drifted closed and the sleepy eyes L saw a few moments later looked dim and half-aware of their surroundings.
L had no motives behind it; he just wanted to see the gorgeous thing to fall asleep so he could see the angelic-like features relaxed.
Quietly, he tiptoed to the bed when he was sure Kira would not wake up anymore. The brunette's breathing was still stiff, but gradually it calmed and Kira's facial features relaxed. His breaths became shallow and rapid.
Kira was finally asleep.
L grabbed at the empty sheets but it was too late. As he was standing over the sleeping brunette, Kira-chan's body became transparent and melted away in the matter of seconds.