Author's Notes;;
misswarchan;; :) Kira had to come back, because Kira was the one with the knowledge of the Death Note's rules, not Light. So, we'll seeeee. O.o
Ragamuffin/Constable Anemone of the Sea;; -cough- yes, they have their, ah, special parts back…thankfully! And as for a skeleton, I really had a fib and maybe a femur. Shhh. And yeah, I hate when I read things where I'm like…errrr WHAT?!?! Where the reason for he/them getting out just didn't make sense…or just never got explained.
Freakitten;; I can't answer your question here lol! You'll just have to see. But I will say this: Even in Mu, with all their memories attached, they learned to love each other again.
Shannara810;; haha, I made very brief references to BB in TM, but this doesn't really have anything to do with him.
**Mature Content Warning**
Chapter Three:
He was back…Kira was back. But the thought didn't bother me as much as it should have because we were both different now. True, in the time in which we grew to know each other again, we'd both been Shinigami, we both remembered it now. We'd made our peace with each other, and with ourselves, in those ten years spent in Mu. But the feelings hadn't been the same seeing as our very natures had been changed. But even in Mu we'd learned to care for each other again. With human emotions and feelings, with human temptations, I knew that we still had a long way to go. At least this time we had somewhat of a foundation to build upon.
Aaron's voice broke through once more. "If either of you use a Death Note, Mu will be the destination for both of you once more. You two must watch each other." I was about to say how that wasn't fair, but Light shot me a look that quieted me instantly. He had an idea? Should I trust it?
"Ryuk." The Shinigami's attention automatically went to his source of fun and Light pointed at Ryuk's other Death Note. "I want to own that one." I grabbed Light's arm and shook my head, silently pleading with him not to do this. But Ryuk was quick, perhaps still curious and bored enough to give in, and the Death Note was in Light's hands. His eyes flashed red briefly and he shivered, I could feel it while touching him and I withdrew my hand as if I'd been burnt. And then Light smiled at me, and it was Light smiling and not Kira. He touched my arm with his Death Note much the same way I'd touched his and then, in an almost strained voice, offered it to Ryuk. "I forfeit ownership of this Death Note."
My mouth dropped open in surprise, but only for a moment, "Oh, Light! What's the fun in that? You didn't even own it for a minute this time around!" Ryuk's voice was obviously disappointed, and apparently The Oracles were just going to let us do what we wanted. And then I understood.
"Ryuk…" I said, and smiled almost victoriously. "I forfeit ownership of this Death Note." He gaped at me a moment and then he had to take it back. And he didn't fade from view, we could both still see him, and we hadn't lost our memories. Because we'd each touched each other's Death Notes, we could still see the Shinigami and remember. But until I owned the Death Note Light had, and vice versa, and we each forfeited once more we would keep our memories. And I was proud of Light for not keeping it and using it, once again, for personal gain. Apparently the thought of going back to Mu was enough of a deterrent for him, at least for now. And now neither of us actually owned a Death Note. I looked at him and said, "You're a genius, but you know that." He just smiled a bit smugly at me and then Evandra interrupted our silent, wordless conversation.
"I think that was well done. Even I could not see past that instant where Light owned the Death Note, for there were many paths spider-webbing outward from the moment. Now here are some things you ought to know about the Human world. The year it 2015, as you may recall, and I don't know how much you know of politics or-"
I cut her off and said, "We're big boys, we can figure it out. Besides, the last few years, we were keeping an eye on the Human world. Perhaps not close enough for every nuance, but we know enough to figure things out. As for technology, I'm sure between the two of us we will easily catch up."
When we were all finished eating Evandra said, "Tomorrow morning you two will be returned to the Human World. It is up to you how you should go about this, for in reality you two are already dead. I do not feel comfortable re-writing history to allow you two to fit in once more; therefore you must figure things out on your own. I will have the guest-room prepared for your stay. Until then, please figure out a plan of action." And then she and Aaron were gone. Ryuk muttered something about Light having gotten boring since Mu and left as well, deciding exploration was better than hearing us have more debates.
"L…" I turned and looked at him, and he shifted his seat closer to mine and cupped my cheek in his hand. Oh the memories the simple touch brought back. Shinigami bodies had not the same nerve endings, the same reactions, and this had been something I'd missed. I turned my face into the caress, eyes closing briefly, and kissed the palm of his hand. I felt his other hand on my thigh and it slid inward, lightly brushing over the dip where thigh met groin and my need awoke. Suddenly I was desperate for him, ten years of being unable to, and I was kissing his lips, his cheek, his neck and his ear; any part of him I could reach was a part that fell victim to my lips, tongue and teeth. And he reciprocated as if just as needy for my attention as I was for his. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist as he freed one arm and swept it across the table.
I heard the clatter of dishes and uneaten food hitting the floor as his hand then fumbled with the button of my jeans. I tugged at his belt as well, giving in to my body's desires, and decided not to wonder if it was a good idea or not. It had been a long time for the both of us. And then finally we were both naked and his fingers were in my mouth. It wasn't long until he slid them, one by one, into my rear and the sharp pain returned. Damn, I'd forgotten how much it could hurt as he widened my opening as much as his fingers would allow, his other hand its usual distraction before he slid is own erect member in and I bit down on his shoulder so I wouldn't scream. When we'd been doing this on a regular basis, my body had adjusted and gotten used to the feeling of him inside me. But now it felt like the first time again and it hurt. He must have noticed the expression on my face because he stopped moving, his hand still stroking me slowly, and I took deep, even breaths and forced myself to relax. "Damn, you're tight…" he muttered into my ear, his breath ghosting across the flesh and making me squirm. "D-don't do that…or I won't be able to control myself."
I smiled and brought my lips to his neck, swiping my tongue across it and his hips bucked, driving him further into me and he hit that sweet spot that brought a low moan out of my throat and I only said one word: "Go." And he did, with each thrust it got easier and more pleasurable, the hint of pain an after-thought making the sex just that much better. And we were having sex, both our needs too great for the act of making love, as it had just been far too long. It was like a coke addict being clean for ten years and finding a very large bag of it in the place he'd least expected to. At this point he was sliding in and out of me with ease and I felt myself on the last leg of the climb. "Soon…" I said, and then it happened. I felt him release inside of me, filling me with hot liquid and I dug my stubby nails into his back. "Unnngghh," was all I could manage as my own climax surged forth and coated his hand and our stomachs. My vision was splotchy with little white dots dancing on front of my eyes as though someone had taken a photograph with the flash on and he slipped out of me and gently lifted me from the table. I wasn't initially sure as to why, at first, and then the carpeted floor was much more comfortable and I turned, letting my head rest on his chest as the reality of what we'd done hit me. So easily we had slipped back into old habits, and it worried me. Then again, it hadn't exactly been unpleasant. I chuckled darkly and asked, "Weren't we supposed to be coming up with some sort of plan?"
His own voice replied, amused and sleepy, "Well…until we know exactly how things are in the Human World we probably can only come up with half-assed ones anyway. It's really better we wait, or that's how I see it." I nodded and reached down, pulling on my boxers and noticed he was doing the same, and I realized we had been in the dining room. His own thoughts must have mirrored my own and he said, "They only mentioned one guest room…I wonder how many beds…"
I couldn't help it, I laughed. It felt like so long since I had laughed and I said, "Well…they are Oracles, after all. They must have seen this coming." I climbed into his lap and kissed him deeply but slowly, just letting myself remember what it felt like. And I could have laughed again at how I had once thought kissing pointless. True, there really was no point to swapping saliva, but it did feel rather nice. "I wonder what time it is…or if your watch even works. Ten years…" and my eyes widened, "Wait…I wonder if there are bodies in our graves or if…" He shivered and I had to ask, "What?"
"L…you ask if we are our own reanimated corpses and you don't think the idea a bit…disturbing?" I shrugged and he laughed, tugging playfully at the ends of my hair, "Nevermind." And then we were kissing again and just enjoying the feeling of each other, enjoying that we could, and we didn't stop until we heard a chillingly familiar laugh from behind us.
"And here I thought I was saving myself from boredom and you two would be your usual, bickering selves." Ryuk was standing in the room once more and I felt blood rush to my cheeks, staining them slightly pink, but I just shrugged. "Humans are so interesting."
"I'm glad you think so, Ryuk." I started getting dressed and felt like I needed a shower, wondering where the closest one was, and I realized that Light and I didn't have to shower together. But he was getting dressed as well and, when we were both fully clothed, I said, "I hope this guestroom has a shower…" He only nodded and pushed his hair out of his eyes before sitting in one of the chairs. It wasn't long before the door opened again and Evandra entered, telling us to follow and we did. The guestroom was through the last of the four doors and was red and I couldn't help but allow a small smile as I noticed that. Red, the color of passion and temptation, and also the color of blood and destruction. The room was sparsely decorated and was mostly taken up by the large, round king-sized bed in the center with its red furnishings. The color red had a lot of meanings, the least among them getting past me, and I saw another door and it was open, leading into a bathroom in a yellow theme. There were windows in here as well and the scenery changed again to snow-covered mountains and I just shook my head, ignoring my urge for logic. "Get out, Ryuk…" I said, and headed for the bathroom. I paused a moment and grabbed Light's hand, pulling him with me.
And in the shower we made love, the intercourse slower this time and more meaningful as we relearned each other's bodies. It was blissful and dangerous, but I wasn't scared. I had always loved Light, and his decision regarding the Death Note earlier had made me feel even more for him. I was fairly certain the idea of going back to Mu for just himself wasn't enough of a deterrent for him, so it made me wonder if maybe – just maybe – he'd forfeited the Death Note's ownership because he knew I didn't want to go back? Irregardless of why he'd made the decision, he had, and I was glad of it. I wasn't sure I would have done the same, in his position. We'd both evolved mentally from our time in Mu and he'd made peace with himself. Until the moment he'd forfeited the Death Note earlier, I hadn't been sure he was strong enough. We would beat this new Death King and figure it out, because now he was going to help me. It didn't mean I wouldn't watch him like a hawk, because I would. There was always the possibility he would slip and give in, but I was determined not to let it happen.
And while we lay in bed and he slept, before drifting off myself, I whispered, "I love you." And it was true. And the next morning when I woke up he was watching me and I shifted into a sitting position, an annoyed look on my face as pain reminded me of how it had been like the first time we'd had intercourse. I pouted and said, "It hurts!"
And he said the same thing he'd said the first time. "Want me to kiss it better?" And this time I let him, which naturally led us to doing things that merely warranted another shower afterward.
A//N
Alright, this fic is taking me longer to write because, unlike Twisted Midnight, it has to come completely from my head. At least in TM I had the canon to guide me.
