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Japan
Akira's whole body throbbed, pain lacing through him with every movement that jostled the aggravated welts raised upon his skin, his body sticky and crusty from dried sweat and cum. His Master had only recently left the building, firmly reminding Akira that he wasn't to leave the hotel or he'd face another punishment. He gathered the strength to drag himself to his feet and limped into the bathroom where he ran the water hot and scrubbed his skin raw, wincing every time he moved and hit one of the welts or stood the wrong way. He reached beneath himself and cleaned out his abused passageway, cleaning it of cum and blood before wrapping up his shower and stepping out into the steam filled, humid room, donning on a dressing grown before returning to the bedroom to find the clothes his Master had lain out for him.
Dark red silk button up shirt, skin tight black leather pants that matched the black leather boots and jacket. His Master liked having Akira wearing his signature colors, he liked it even more when Akira was wearing tight leather. 'At least I'm now allowed to visit the rest of the hotel.' He thought glumly, wincing again as his wounds burned from the movement. 'And it's a good thing I don't have any jobs to carry out.' Not that his Master punished him when there was a job, he was only ever 'rewarded' for a job well-done afterwards. His stomach growled and Akira debated silently with himself on whether or not he should get something to eat from the downstairs restaurant or go hungry due to the pain movement caused him. His stomach growling for the second time made his decision, and he was riding down in the elevator within seconds of making it.
He moseyed on up to an empty table, sitting with a hidden wince and quickly scanning through the menu so he could order when the waitress or waiter arrived. They did so within minutes of him sitting and he gave his order and handed over the menu as he prepared to wait, stripping off his jacket and pulling out his earphones so he could listen to music whilst he ate. He'd instinctively sat in the best surveillance area in the restaurant, able to survey everyone and everything without being noticed unless someone really looked. So he immediately picked up on the police officers who'd chosen a table within hearing distance of his own, they were accompanied by Ryuzaki who'd seated himself with his knees pulled up to his chin.
He pulled out his phone and significantly dropped the volume of his music so he could eavesdrop without appearing like his was, to further make himself look innocuous he opened up multiple windows ranging from games to social networking sights to whatever the last thing he'd read online was, angling his phone in a way that allowed him to watch the small group whilst simultaneously operating his phone. This all took only seconds so he was able to pick up on the conversation that was happening with ease.
"…eat?" The younger detective of the group asked, holding a menu out in front of him as though it personally harmed him.
He wasn't the only one looking at the menu in undisguised looks of incredibility, it was only when Akira remembered the average salary the men were living off of that he was able to connect the dots. This was a very high class hotel, it stood to reason that the restaurant would carry the same hefty price tag. Akira was lucky in the sense that his Master allowed him to keep the payout of a hit, his Master already had a hefty amount of money he had access to, so Akira was able to afford whatever took his fancy without worry for the price.
"I already said that I would be happy to pay the bill, Matsuda." Ryuzaki said, scanning the side of the menu that held the dessert list. "I don't know why you're all making such a big deal out of this, I was the one to drag us down here due to Watari falling ill."
The waitress returned to Akira's table with his food and coffee, he'd chosen a fruit platter to go with it, accepting the food and coffee with a small smile even as the waitress blushed and giggled before heading over to the table where Ryuzaki sat. He heard the reluctant orders made by the officers, all significantly the cheapest meals on the menu but still pretty pricy, before Ryuzaki ordered every desert off the menu.
Akira picked up his cup, noting the small piece of folded paper on the saucer he eyed warily as he sipped at his coffee before sighing and picking it up. It contained a mobile number and name scrawled in messy handwriting in pink ink. He scowled and scrunched it up, tossing it back onto the saucer and placing his cup back on top of it. Even if he had been interested, which he wasn't, he wouldn't be able to pursue a relationship of any kind with her. His Master didn't like him associating with people not pre-approved by him, which meant Akira had nobody to talk to but his Master unless on a job or out of social decorum. He'd been so distracted by the note that he didn't notice a pair of grey eyes spying his form and widening in recognition.
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Japan
L had grown bored listening to the other members of the task force make small talk as they waited for a waiter to arrive, half-heartedly cursing Quillsh for falling ill therefore forcing L to fend for himself. He was luckily able to convince the others to eat with him. He'd been absently glancing around watching other patrons when a familiar face caught his attention.
Akira sat alone at a table in the far corner close to where he and the task force members sat, headphone cords visible even as the teen remained absorbed by whatever content was on his phone, only looking up and setting it aside when the waitress returned with his order. L felt a flicker of jealousy when he watched Akira smile at the girl earning a small giggle before she approached them to take their orders which they gave and she sashayed away, the team returning to their idle conversation whilst L watched Akira. He felt an amused smile tug at his lips when he watched the teen pick up a piece of paper and scowl at what was written on it before scrunching it up and tossing it onto the saucer.
"Do you know him?" L turned his attention back to the people at his table and quickly noted that Matsuda was asking about the connection between himself and Akira.
"We held a very informative conversation last night, he's actually the one who suggested checking the way the Kira deaths had fallen over the period of the killer's murder spree. He's planning on going into law and studying at Tohoh." L answered in a monotone, noting the way that chief Yagami was regarding the teenager. He wasn't the only one to pick up on it.
"Something wrong, chief?" Matsuda asked in concern despite the small headshakes Aizawa and Mogi were giving him.
Chief Yagami gave a small sigh of a sorrow so deep it had to of been formed over years. "It's nothing, his eyes and hair colour remind me of my own son, is all. Light would have been 18 and already in university had he still remained with us." Chief Yagami looked down at the table spread before him, agony in his eyes. "It just hits me every now and then, I'm fine."
L could tell the man was lying, that he had never truly recovered from the loss of his eldest child. 'But Light Yagami was taken at six months, and even though there's usually only a 24hr time frame of safe return, some criminals enjoy raising stolen children as their own. But what are the chances chief Yagami's missing son and he were in the same place at the same time after all these years?' L was more than capable of calculating those odds but was distracted by the arrival of their food.
L fell upon a chocolate mousse with ravenous hunger, he hadn't eaten since Quillsh had fallen ill in the late hours of the night, and the fridge had been empty since the early hours of the morning. He was momentarily distracted when the waitress returned to Akira's table, L hearing as she asked if he was in need of a refill or anything else.
"I'm good thanks." Akira responded, grabbing his jacket and slinging his headphones around his neck even as he held his phone in his right hand and the piece of paper in his left. "Whilst I'm flattered," The teen said handing the waitress back the piece of paper. "I belong to someone else." The way he'd let her down was gentle, but L could spot the uncaring gleam in the teens eye. The waitress apologized before making a hasty retreat to no doubt grab Akira's check.
'Should I invite him over?' L didn't see why he shouldn't, and there was something about how the teen had phrased what he'd said. 'I belong to someone else', not 'my heart belongs to someone else', 'I belong to someone else.' L could also spot that the teen was in considerable pain, subtle wincing every time he moved and the small lines of pain in his face and reflected in the pull of his mouth. L recalled the phone call the teen had gotten the night before and wondered if it had anything to do with it.
"Akira!" He called, startling his table mates and the teen in question. "Join us while you wait for your bill?" He asked, gesturing to an empty chair between himself and chief Yagami.
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