The Fields of Hades
4: Vice
Yagami Tsuki, pronounced Yagami Light.
Pisces.
Accepted to To-Oh University of Law two years and eight months ago.
Missing for two years and six months.
Age to date: 19.
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Taken by family to To-Oh University of Law initiation ceremony to give a freshman initiation speech. Never made it to the ceremony. Last seen in the south parking lot of To-Oh University of Law by family. Last sighting has been documented.
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Kira... no, Yagami Light posed gleefully for the camera with what appeared to be his sister and mother, with a crowd of cars and people in the background.
He looked... exactly the way he looked when he visited L; perfectly pressed shirt, red tie, pocket red marker he was going to use to sign class books, To-Oh uniform and flawless skin hidden underneath it.
L sighed.
Kira was right under his nose this whole time.
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L snorted at the irony and googled Yagami Light instead of clicking.
Grieving family, return our son, father, the NPA chief... Yagami Light, junior tennis champion. Interesting.
If only Kira could touch a tennis racket, L would love to play him. Of course, it would have to be in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night, because serving a ball to a wall and have it bounce back without reaching the said wall would definitely draw attention.
If Kira...Light could hold a tennis racket. L had a suspicion he could not.
As L hacked the Yagami family tax records, he wondered how it slipped his mind.
Yagami Light had to give the entrance speech with L almost three years ago, but the boy just didn't show up. Students were handed 'missing person' flyers some months later, but L recycled it as a cookie tray knowing his vast social contracts wouldn't be of much help anyway.
He should have bothered looking into the disappearance; it would have saved him a few days of going insane.
Light didn't show up in To-Oh students' database because he simply never set a foot in To-Oh. He was accepted, but never attended.
He went missing with his uniform.
L kind of wished Light went missing without the uniform, but that was beside the point.
The family of Yagami Light had a very interesting tax history.
There was a peculiar purchase of a computer, most likely as an acceptance into To-Oh gift from Light's father.
L copied the item code and compared it against the store items.
Two months before his disappearance, Light got am AMD PC, best-thing-ever at the time.
It confirmed L's suspicions.
"I can only touch things I touched when I still had a body," came a miserable deadpan behind his back, and L looked up from his position on the floor to catch a glimpse of one To-Oh clad Light falling face-first into his bed.
"Light-kun," L tried out loud, and the name had a pleasant ring to it when it bounced off L's tongue. He decided he liked it.
"Kira, please," the creature sprawled across L's bad whined, annoyed.
"Why?"
"...Light makes it sound like I still have a chance to ever be Light Yagami ever again."
L didn't know what to say, and he wasn't usually one for sentiments, so he just said what he wanted to.
"So how did you di-"
"I didn't die, you idiot!"
L sized Light's shoe because it was the only thing he could really see. It looked like Man's 9.
"Ah. Of course."
Light groaned.
"Come on. You look like you're a smart person, I've been watc-... fine, I've been invading your privacy for a few months now. You're too smart to believe in ghosts or shit like that."
L gave the shoe a meaningful glare. The shoe twitched as if it sensed L's pointed stare on it.
"I'm not a ghost, I'm not dead. If there were ghosts, there'd be others. I'm the only. Fucking. One."
"Light-kun must be lonely. I suggest he hurries up and goes to heaven."
"Fuck you."
L got up and curled his own bed, and Light lifted his messy head from L's pillow to watch him with narrowed caramel eyes. L ignored it and crouched at the foot of the bed, rested his chin on his hands and tilted his head to admire the beautiful creature.
Yagami Light was truly stunning.
"You are very beautiful."
"And you're very retarded."
"What does Yotsuba have that you want?"
Light's eyes narrowed further as the boy rolled to his side and curled up, looking away.
"Light-kun," L insisted.
"...A book."
"A book?"
"A Death Note."
"What is a Death Note?"
Light snorted.
"I have no fucking clue."
"So why would you want it?"
Light looked L in the eye than with a blank stare completely void of any implications or emotions. He looked... so sad, so... distrusting. L wanted to get that book for Light, not out of the goodness of his heart, but because this was entertaining, and because it could wipe that blank look from those gorgeous caramel eyes.
L nodded, thinking Light was silently debating if he could trust L or not.
In response, the boy shifted back far enough for L to have enough space to curl up next to him in his own bed.
L did, folding his arms under his face and mirroring Light's position almost perfectly.
"I don't know what it does," Light droned finally, his voice coming from the back of his nasal cavity, too relaxed to bother using the proper means of voice exertion. It sounded like Light was purring. "But I know it has a shinigami attached to it."
They lay there.
A shinigami? A death god?
"And what does a shinigami do?" L asked, not sounding suddenly concerned for his own safety, although he very much was.
Light didn't notice.
"They fucking... they fucking make you like a ghost," he hissed and hid his face in the pillow again, obviously not wanting L to see the beautiful face twist into a shinigami-homicidal expression of rage.
L's concern for his own safety grew exponentially, considering he was about to suddenly become involved with one of these shinigami.
So that's what happened to Light.
Ouch.
"It... She, it said it was a she, it said that I was about to do something terrible, so it wrote something in that book of it- hers, and bang! Call the ghost busters."
"Just like that?
"Just like that."
"Was there an actual 'bang'?"
"No."
"Puff of smoke?"
"No!"
"I see."
"Yeah."
"What was Light-kun about to do, so terrible to deserve this?"
"I have no fucking idea!" Light smacked the pillow and turned away so that L was now facing his fuming back.
L was certain that he wasn't about to do anything horrible, so he wouldn't be ghostified. To help Light was perfectly justifiable now.
The boy wanted the notebook that Yotsuba had to see that shinigami again and basically ask it to change him back. L had a feeling it wouldn't fly, but... whatever made Light-kun naked.
"So the sex dreams-?"
"Real."
"God, what would I give to make Light-kun moan like that," L whistled.
"Help me get my body back so that you can actually touch me, and I'm yours to fuck for a week. I'm serious. Whatever you want. Just..."
L said nothing, dead-set of having Light shed some feathers and ask. It took a minute.
"...just... help me. Please."
L realized he would stand next to Light though the whole thing.
And then hopefully fuck him very hard.
He agreed.
And then he realized something else.
"You had most of the computer parts you needed, why did Light-kun not assemble them himself and then just brought it to be to finish? You could touch most of the things perfectly."
"I was missing a cross-shaped screwdriver bit."
L hadn't laughed in a very long time, and there he was, clutching his belly in wild laughter with a gorgeous, shocked ghost-not-really watching him with mild amusement.
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Throughout his short acquaintance with Kira as Yagami Light, L noticed one thing.
The boy spent two-thirds of the day sleeping in L's bad; this had something to do with making himself physical enough for L to see, but it did not change the fact that whenever L left Light alone for more than two seconds, the brunette passed out and slept though the next few hours as if hibernation was perfectly natural for humans.
L didn't mind that his work progress has been slowed down dramatically; first he had to relocate the pile of computer bits to the foot of the bed so that he could see the brunette rather than his foot, then he had to dump a few things on the bed so he could pretend to work better if Light suddenly woke up.
He felt nostalgic toward the ethereal creature, he did.
He didn't ask, but Light must have been alone for a very long time, and judging from how long he had to sleep to store up enough energy just to argue with L about one thing or another, Light was an invisible puff of icecream smoke for at least a year.
Poor thing.
L grabbed Light's red marker and jammed in into his ribs rather hard as his own form of completely uncalled-for revenge for yesterday.
"Oww, fuck off," Light waved him off, turned away from L and curled into himself.
Apparently, the objects he held last before him encountering a shinigami were easier for him to hold than the ones he didn't touch. He dropped the pen when he saw the death god, so he could pick it up easiest, and L could touch it for the same reasons.
But Light vanished with his clothes, so Light and his clothes were off-limits.
Computer was apparently hard to hold.
...
Light was so lying.
L huffed.
The brunette just didn't want to do any work.
L was also having doubts about the whole Yotsuba hack. He supposed they would get in, and what would they look for, among the billions of auto-saves and workstation porn downloads?
L imagined searching for 'notebook of death', and the imaginary Matt standing behind him collapsed in laughter, choking on his cigarette.
There was another unsettling thing about the whole affair. Yotsuba laundred money particularly well when conveniently favorable deaths of competitive companies' executives and chiefs happened very naturally.
And although Yotsuba could not be blamed for heart attacks or being shot by jealous lovers at age of 88, a shinigami would explain the story in a different light.
But these were technicalities.
L was bored, and at some point he jumped off a very short building because he was bored. This wasn't exactly peanuts, but it was definitely more exciting than jumping off a very short building.
And his prize was well-worth it, anyway.
L just really hoped when this was all over, Light wouldn't keep his sleeping habits because that would prove to be troublesome when L would be trying to have the promised sex with the teen.
And then he saw it.
It.
It was very tall; the ends of its thick, dirty black hair brushed against L's ceiling. Its skin was rotting and cut everywhere, and the slices were barely held together by large metal staples. It had a broken mop of feathers around its neck and its thin, bony legs levitated just above L's floor.
It looked like a very good Halloween mascot.
L tilted his head and stared at the thing, and the thing stared back at him in equal, wide-eyed amusement.
"Light-kun needs to wake up for this..." L deadpanned, but Light ignored him again, and the thing pressed its bony rubber-like clawed finger to its huge purple lips and shhh'd him, intelligently pointing to the door silently declaring it wanted to have a word with L in private.
