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Going through this life looking for angels
People passing by looking for angels
Walking down the streets looking for angels
Everyone I meet looking for angels
(Looking for Angel: Skillet)
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Light shuffled his wings in annoyance. He wasn't sure why he even bothered to return, he'd ended the lives of a few people before the tug faded into a low level itch and decided to return to Taskforce headquarters because it was the first place that came to mind. 'And it's not as though I have anyone else to talk to.' He approached his abandoned chair and perched upon it mimicking L's pose whilst his wings fanned out behind him. The team had begun working again after the interruption, though Mello had a scowl on his face as he broke apart the chocolate bar with his teeth. With an inaudible sigh Light reached over and grabbed a lollipop from L's stash, opening it quickly before licking it as he sulked at being brushed off. Audio filled the room and Light spun in the chair in order to locate its source, spotting Matt watching what appeared to be a prerecorded message.
"…should be deleted. Kira tried to redeem this world but we forced him away, so now we're left to clean up the mess in the hopes that he returns. For that criminals will be deleted, no matter the crime."
Despite the voice being computerized Light recognized the speech pattern, licking the lollipop as he frowned in concentration. 'Where did I hear that before? When I was Kira I was being bombarded by crazy people trying to convince me to share with them my power…Misa Amane was one, the model who followed my home one night claiming to have her own Death Note.' He'd brushed her off upon realizing how useless she would be in the grand scheme of things, quite possibly one of the worst mistakes he'd made in the events leading up to his downfall. 'So she's a suspect, but that just leaves…' The image of a black haired man flashed before his eyes, attractive with glasses but way to zealous for Light's liking. 'Teru Mikami.' He kept his mouth shut even as Matt continued to play audio from different Elite Priests, one voice he recognized as Misa's. 'So not only do you have Death Notes at your disposal, but you've also managed to get your hands on some pretty dangerous weaponry.'
"I have something!" Mello's excited voice shattered the silence as he connected his laptop to the main display. "I've found the guys responsible for the theft of the original Death Note."
Light perked up at that, not having known what happened to the Death Note Ryuk had given to him or even to the shinigami attached to it. He looked up at the screen in interest two photos of a master thief and conman were displayed for the room to view. Light sunk back into the chair when he noted that Thierry Morello and Mary Kenwood were already dead.
"We can track them down and question them over the Death Note." Mello was explaining, sharing his looks between L and Near.
"How does Mello plan on questioning them without the Elite finding out about it and ending it?" Near asked, twirling a lock of hair around his finger even as his other hand toyed with a toy robot.
'Oh I see how it is.' Light thought as he watched Mello glare at Near in response. 'You're L's successors and you're competing for his title. Near must be the one in front, though Mello can't be too far behind. Neither one of them are cut out for the position though. Mello is far too emotional and Near is far too apathetic, it seems Matt is the one best suited for it.' Light glanced over at the teenager currently playing his handheld now the attention of the room was focused elsewhere. 'He's not devoted to it though.' Whilst the rest of the task force chatted excitedly over the discovery, L remained mute, simply gazing at the picture with his thumb in his mouth.
"You thinking the same thing I am?" Light asked, stretching out his legs once they began to cramp and arching his wings away from the ground.
L tilted his head in Light's direction, his eyes never leaving the computer screen. "I doubt we're thinking the same thing, but in regards to this I believe that we have the same idea." L admitted lowly as not to be heard over the talking team.
"There's no way they would have been left alive had they been the ones to steal the Death Note, ownership would have passed on to whomever picked it up first." He stated to L, not realizing he'd spoken during a lull in the main conversation.
"Indeed, if 'Aiber' and 'Wedy' had stolen the Death Note they could have talked to someone thus ruining the secrecy of the Elites." L concurred.
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He hadn't noticed that when Light and he were talking the other team members had fallen silent to listen in. It wasn't until Mello let out a disbelieving scoff that L turned his attention to the people gathered around him and the empty chair that no doubt held Light. "Light-kun, if you could, perhaps allow yourself to be seen I think it would be beneficial to everyone in here." L requested, though he really wanted to see Light's new form for himself.
"What makes you think I even have a form? I could simply just be." Light's tone was dismissive, though L picked up on the underlining thread of discontent that spoke of Light's unwillingness to reveal his new form to the people who once knew him. "Besides, I don't have a Death Note on me at the moment and I'm not quite sure how to go about being seen. If I'd been a shinigami, I could have touched you with a page of my Death Note, but that ran the risk of you taking said Death Note and forcing me to follow you everywhere until you died or I did from lack of added years."
L rolled his eyes at Light's contemplative tone, though he didn't deny that he would have done everything to get his hands on the notebook. "Don't tell me you haven't even considered it, I'm sure you have some idea." He picked up a lollipop, noticing that he had lost one at some point, glaring lightly over in Light's direction.
A ripple in the air caused L's glare to shift to a look of curiosity which abruptly turned to a look of lust. Light was wearing black skin-tight skinny jeans, black combat boots, a white shirt and silver chains strung around his throat featuring hourglasses and skulls-and-crossbones. What really drew the eye was the pair of arched black wings with a hint of crimson tinting the feathers that matched Light's crimson eyes and hair. He barely heard the surprised exclamations from the rest of the team, eyes locking onto Light's as he watched a flurry of unknown emotions cross the teens face.
"Happy?" Light muttered, his wings shuffling in what could be seen as annoyance but L could see that it was a mixture of restlessness and apprehension. L simply handed the teen another lollipop, noting the bare plastic stick in the teens fingers. "Thanks." Light's fingers brushed against L's, the skin-to-skin contact sending sparks down his arms. By the way they both jerked away at the same time L knew Light had felt the same thing, the faint blush in Light's cheeks confirmed that theory.
"Light." L and Light turned their attention to Soichiro who had gasped out in shock, sorrow etched in the lines of his face as he beheld his son for the first time in three months.
L watched Light's face drop, sorrow filling his eyes before he turned them down, even his wings seemed to droop under his father's scrutiny. Mello had taken to clutching at his rosary beads, wide eyes locked upon Light as he muttered under his breath. Matt and Near had set aside their games, having approached the semi-circle of detectives who were looking upon Light in awe. L struggled to prevent the possessive feeling that was bubbling up within him as he watched the men look upon the teenager in all his unholy glory.
Soichiro spluttered a couple of times, seemingly unable to get out the words he wanted before he finally uttered. "Is it really you?" His voice was a harsh whisper, eyes locked upon his son and ignorant of his audience.
Trembling fingers reached out towards Light's still down turned face, before gently cupping his cheek with a tenderness L wasn't expecting from a man who'd cursed Light's name upon his death. Light looked up at that, red eyes swimming with unshed tears as he looked at his father, cheek resting in the elder man's hand as father and son simply gazed at one another.
"Oh my boy." Soichiro released Light's face only to pull him into an embrace, startling not only the gathered Taskforce but Light as well before he regathered himself and returned the embrace.
L could faintly hear Light's mutterings, tears having helped subdue his tone. Though the overall message wasn't hard to understand. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry." L looked away from the scene, giving the pair a sense of privacy as he waved away the task force members to continue with their work. He wasn't the only one to sneak looks at the reunited pair.
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