Title- Having to buy freedom
Warning- OOC'ness
Thank you to teenwitch 18, lil joker, misswarchan, Black-Dranzer-1119, Sayuri2023, rappelezfille, fantasies4eva, merichuel, C Elise, Faerylark, Devilsmelodies, roses-have-thorns911, Little Razorblade, Vox Nihili, and Pinku Aisu Kuriimu. Really do appreciate your opinions^^. Also like to thank those who favorite and alerted this story.
Italics are flashbacks.
Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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"Light, I would like you to meet Takuo. He will be your first client," Higuchi introduced with a small sneer on his lips. Tilting his head upwards, Light looked at the muscular man and felt a sense of fear shudder through his spine. His hands gripped a little bit tighter at the mattress underneath him, but a calm smile remained on his face.
Higuchi lowered his voice as he turned to Takuo, "I want you to scare him into submission," Higuchi murmured and a snake-like smile crossed Takuo's large mouth.
"With pleasure," he muttered back. Straightening himself, Higuchi left the room, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Takuo walked over to the door and locked it before making his way over to Light, each step slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.
A hand shot out and grabbed Light roughly by the forearm. He was forcefully pulled up, a small noise of surprise leaving his throat. Before he knew what was happening, he was slammed into the full length mirror. His head snapped harshly against the glass and blood began to leak from an open cut on his head. Light released a silent scream as his head pulsated in pain.
Calloused hands roughly pulled of his boxers. Light heard the rustling of clothing before Takuo talked again.
"Turn around," Takuo instructed gruffly. Slowly Light faced the older man, his eyes still blurry from the impact.
"Blood looks beautiful on you," Takuo murmured as he traced the trickle running down Light's ivory cheek with his index finger. Leaning forward, Takuo lapped up the blood before licking the outer shell of Light's ear. Rough hands grasped Light's side harshly and yanked the younger man closer to him.
"I want to hear you scream!" Takuo shouted as he lifted Light's legs of the ground and plunged into the younger man with no warning.
Pain, pure unbridled pain seared throughout Light's body and he screamed.
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Light eyes snap open as his body jolts into a sitting position. He places a hand over his beating heart and blinks away tears.
"It's over, Takuo went back to Japan," Light mutters to himself quietly. His body is shaking violently as he tries to reassure himself that he is no longer even in the same room as that disgusting creature. Getting out of bed, Light throws the covers off of him and makes a beeline for the shower. He doesn't bother taking his clothes off as he turns the shower head on and steps into the cold, pounding water.
As the water begins to heat up, Light's body stops shaking and he takes in a few deep breaths to calm down. He sits on the ground and brings his knees up to his chest. Dropping his head to his knees, Light clamps his eyes shut refusing to let any tears fall.
But he can still remember Takuo's menacing eyes, enjoying the pain he inflicted upon Light. He remembers Takuo dropping him to the floor without a care. He had hit the floor harshly. His instincts screamed at him to run, but his body had curled into a fetal position trying to protect himself from Takuo. The moment of peace hadn't lasted long.
Light opens his eyes as the memory comes flooding back. 'I have to distract myself.' Light desperately looks for anything to allow him that option. A metal pipe is sticking out of the wall – this is where bathwater flows in. 'That'll work,' Light thinks as he raises his arm and punches the pipe.
Pain explodes throughout Light's hand and fresh tears prickle at his eyes. A satisfied smile crosses his face. He concentrates on the throbbing pain racing throughout his hand and arm. It will leave a bruise, but that's ok, because the memory is gone for now. Light turns the water back to cold and nurses his hand close to his chest. The water crusades against his hand and the burning agony is still there, but it is both hot and cold.
Shutting the water off, Light gets out of the shower. He had forgotten about the wound on his wrist from the night before and welcomes the extra pain rushing throughout his body. It's another ache he can concentrate on.
Walking into the bed room, Light takes of his wet clothes and carelessly tosses them to the ground. He sits on his bed naked no longer caring that his clothes will probably grow mildew. His hand grabs the nightstand drawer and he opens it. He pulls out some heroin and places a small amount on the smooth wooden surface. The previous effects have already worn off and Light refuses to attempt sleep in his current state of mind.
Light scoots closer to the night stand as he puts the remaining heroin back. He leans over and snorts the drug into his body. The pleasure sensation isn't as strong and Light feels a sense of panic wash across him. He is not feeling the full effects of euphoria anymore. But the numbing effects still take over his body and he curls into a fetal position on the bed.
He doesn't bother to cover himself as his mind focuses on the mind-altering drug.
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L stares at his computer with unblinking eyes. The files of Light Yagami are in front of him. Light's IQ is the same as his at that age. L is certain that Light has the potential for greatness. In spite of that, the younger man has not been able to progress with his studies. If Light truly wanted to work for him, with training, L would allow it. Light's files show that he has helped the NPA solve three cases before he was fourteen.
The sound of footsteps catches L's attention. Watari puts a plate full of cookies next to L, along with a glass of tea.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Watari asks kindly.
"Yes, I need you to call the orphanage," L replies as he turns his attention to Watari.
"I believe that Mello has recently turned eighteen. I need him to do an undercover mission for me," L says as he grabs a cookie and takes a large bite out of it.
"Would it be to keep a closer eye on Light while we are gone?" Watari says, catching onto L's thought process.
"It would be," L confirms. "I do not believe that Mello has left the orphanage yet," he says and sees a smile form on Watari's lips.
"I am glad you are connecting with another person," Watari murmurs quietly as L stares at the half eaten cookie in his hand.
"Even though it's a whore?" L asks and Watari withholds the urge to cringe at the crude language.
"There is nothing you could do to make me disappointed in you," Watari answers.
"Even if I ever cared about a mass murderer?" L inquires and sees Watari shake his head.
"I can't see that ever happening," Watari replies.
"I see," it's an acknowledgment.
"I will call the orphanage now. There is a chance that Mello will want Matt to do the hacking for him. Will that be acceptable?" Watari questions, allowing the topic to drop, since it is a topic that neither one wish to recognize.
"That will be fine," L agrees.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Watari inquires.
"That will be all for now," L dismisses.
Watari says nothing as he leaves the room. L turns back to his monitor and shuts down the file about Light. The sooner he closes the case, the sooner he can get back to London.
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Light stands beneath a street lamp with Misa a few feet away from him.
"You're off today," Light says as he attempts to ignore his aching hand.
"I know, but I thought I would visit you," Misa replies cheerfully with a bright smile on her lips.
"What if a car stops and asks for you?" Light inquires as he leans against the light pole casually.
"Misa Misa will just say 'out of commission please come again next week,'" she replies with ease.
"You sound like you work at a convenience store," Light mutters and sees Misa grin.
"It is why Misa Misa has so many customers. They like my way of talking," she answers, not at all fazed by Light's remark.
"I see," Light says as he closes his eyes for a minute.
"Ask me how it went," Misa whispers in a small voice.
"How did it go?" Light asks, deciding that talking would be a good distraction.
"The doctor told me that if I get another abortion there's a good chance that I will be unable to have children," Misa murmurs as she stares at the empty building across the street.
"I'm sure you will get out of this life soon," Light reassures as he turns his head to face Misa.
"I hope so," Misa mutters.
"This will just be a nightmare one day," Light says and he glances over at Misa. She laughs quietly and smiles at Light.
"I hope that day will come sooner rather than later," Misa responds.
"I'm sure it will," Light releases the hopeful words.
"Are you sure you never want to get together with me?" Misa asks as she pulls her long coat closer to herself, blocking out a particularly cold breeze.
"Misa, we have been over this," Light sighs wishing she just drop the topic already.
"I know but, Light, we could heal each other," Misa says. She stops when she hears Light laughing.
"Two broken people can't fix each other," Light tells her.
"We can get through the day," she answers and Light just shakes his head.
"Misa, I am not attracted to you. It would never work," Light says in an unyielding voice.
"No way it will ever happen?" Misa solicits.
"Not a chance," Light confirms.
"I'll concede for now," Misa says as she brushes a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. They lapse into silence before Misa speaks again.
"Oh Light, before I go, I heard that Higuchi has been talking about something big happening at the end of this year," Misa says in a quiet voice.
"Do you know what it is?" Light asks.
"No, but it will be happening on New Year's Eve."
"I see. Thanks for the heads up," Light smiles and Misa returns it.
"I have to go. I will see you later," Misa waves before she turns and leaves.
"See you later Misa," Light calls after her and he watches her go. Once she is out of sight, Light looks at his hand. It is slightly swollen from earlier, but it's not hurting as much.
A car pulls up and light drops his hand as he walks over to the car. A slow smile crosses his lips as the window rolls down and reveals the face of a man he does not know. "What can I do for you," Light purrs and the car door opens.
Light slides into the car.
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"Damn it Matt this game is rigid!" Mello shouts as he throws the remote control at the screen, where "K.O." is flashing above his character.
"You're going to break the controller again," Matt offhandedly remarks as he places his own controller on the ground. He digs in his vest pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, lights one up.
"It was broken already," Mello snorts as he pulls out a chocolate bar and takes a large bite out of it.
"If you break it you're buying me a new one," Matt answers as he takes a long drag.
"I'm not buying you anything, the controller broke on its own," Mello retorts.
"Like the last one?" Matt asks as he raises an eyebrow at Mello.
"Exactly like the last one."
Matt grins around his cigarette, before pulling it away from his lips and flicking some ash into the tray. His hand stops midway before he can replace it Mello grips Matt's wrist tightly before yanking the other man over to him.
"Shut up Matt," Mello snarls as he leans forward, but a knocking sound interrupts Mello from going any further.
A gray head peaks through the door. "I thought I might find you here Mello," Roger's voice says as he enters the room fully, not at all bothered to see Matt laying sprawled across Mello's lap.
"What do you want?" Mello asks as he maintains his hold of Matt's wrist.
"Watari wishes to speak to the both of you, and, Matt, put that cigarette out," Roger chides as he waits for the two to get up. Mello releases Matt wrist and allows him to take one more drag of his cigarette, before putting it out on the ashtray, which is on the floor.
The two get up and follow Roger out of the room. They make their way down the long hallway and walk down the wooden stairs before finally entering Roger's office.
Roger shuts the door behind the three and walks over to sit behind his desk. "Please take a seat," he instructs politely. Mello plops down with Matt taking a seat next to him on the two chairs facing Rogers's desk. Roger turns his computer screen around, and there's a large W on it.
"I'm glad to see that you two are alright," Watari's grandfatherly voice says.
"You too, now what do you need form us?" Mello questions as he crosses his legs and waits for Watari to get to the point. He sees Matt pull out his PSP.
"L has an assignment for you," Watari's calm voice answers and Mello ears perk up.
"What is it?" Mello queries as his eyes light up at the thought of his idol wanting his help over Near's.
"You are to start working in Kyosuke Higuchi bar and keep an eye on one of the prostitutes who works there."
"L wants us to look after a whore!" Mello exclaims as his blue eyes widen in shock.
"I'm in," Matt says. Mello narrows his eyes.
"Do you object?" Watari questions.
"No!" Mello exclaims and Matt grins as he hits a few keys on the PSP.
"What's their name?" Mello huffs as he pulls out a chocolate bar.
"Light Yagami. Mello, we have already obtained a job for you at the bar. You two will stay in the same apartment complex as Light and hack into the camera feed at the bar and the room Light has at the club. Not his apartment, since he doesn't bring clients back there." They both nod their head in understanding.
"Do you need transportation?" Watari asks. Mello shakes his head no.
"Matt has his own car," Mello informs as he points a thumb in the gamers' direction.
"I see I will send you the directions and a photo of Light Yagami. One more thing, Mello, you start work in two days," Watari comments and sees Mello wave the issue off.
"Matt," Watari says and waits the gamer's acknowledgement.
"I'll make sure we get there tomorrow," Matt answers without pausing, a small scowl crossing his mouth as he attempts to kill Demxy.
"Very good, I will see you two within the month," Watari replies and the connection is cut off.
The room goes silent as Roger turns the computer back to him. "I trust you two will start packing soon," Roger inquires as he folds his hands in front of him.
"Yeah yeah, let's go Matt," Mello says as he stands up and makes his way out of the room with Matt trailing behind him. Mello grabs Matt's arm and leads him back to the room, so the gamer won't crash into a wall again.
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October has ended. The club's lights are brightly reflecting onto the crowd of people who are standing outside the building. Light bypasses them without a thought and walks up to the bouncer. No words are exchanged as the bouncer lets Light enter, and people in the line start to bitch about line cutters. Their protests fade away once the door shuts.
It's only nine pm and Light still has an hour before he has to be in his assigned room. He makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat in the corner, wanting to vanish from the human eye.
"Can I get you anything?" a young, impatient voice asks. Light lifts his eyes up from the bar and faces the blue eyed teenager.
"Always impatient, it's a wonder you even get decent tips," Light idly remarks and smirks as he sees Mello scowl at him.
"You don't even get tips," Mello points out and Light shrugs his shoulder.
"Do you want water again?" Mello asks in a bored tone.
"I'll be different and do ginger ale," Light replies attempting to ignore the cramping feeling in his stomach. He doesn't remember his last real meal, as he has mainly been living off of heroin, water, and protein bars for the past few weeks.
Mello shoves the ginger ale into Light's unsuspecting hands.
"Thanks," Light murmurs as he takes a small sip.
"You look like hell," Mello observes. Light has become skinner and bags are starting to from under his eyes.
Light laughs as he nods his head in agreement. "I probably do, but my customers still flock to me," Light replies as he props his chin on his hand a smile gracing Lights face.
"Only because you're a pretty boy," Mello mutters under his breath as he slides a shot glass down the bar, to a customer's waiting hand.
"Jealous," Light asks as he raises the glass back up to his lips.
"Of you, hardly," Mello snorts and Light feels his smile remain in place.
"I am the best in bed and can give you your money's worth," Light coyly states.
"I prefer redheads," Mello remarks as he shakes up a margarita.
"My hair has a reddish tint to it," Light points out.
"Not a fiery red," Mello says scrutinizes.
"I won't burn you," Light replies.
A deranged smile settles on Mello's lips.
"I like the burn."
"I figured you give the burn not take it. My mistake," Light counters while raising an eyebrow.
Mello slams the container down and glares at Light. "I do give the burn!" Mello exclaims and people at the bar stare at the blond oddly before going back to their conversations. It isn't the first time the new bartender has said something strange.
"As do I," Light idly remarks and enjoys Mello's face reddening in anger.
"I'm going to outwit you one of these days," Mello hisses as he grabs two wine glasses and dips them in salt before pouring the mixture in.
"I'm sure."
Mello says nothing else as he grabs the glasses and makes his way down the bar to deliver the drinks.
Light turns his attention to his drink and watches the tan colored bubbles rise to the top of the glass. He leaves money under his half empty glass, deciding that he will talk to Mello again later.
Mello glances over to the unoccupied seat Light has just vacated.
"I gotta take a piss," Mello calls over to Hank. The other bartender waves him off, too busy to make a vocal comment.
Mello makes his way over to the restrooms and stands outside the door. Digging through his leather jeans he successfully finds his phone. He types in Matt's number and waits for it to connect. A few rings go by before a voice answers.
"Hey Mels," Matt says and Mello swears that he hears Mario music in the background.
"I need you to tape a show for me," Mello informs and the Mario music dies.
"Oh. What time does it come on?" Matt lazily asks.
"Don't be a smartass; you know it comes on at ten."
"What show is it?" Matt asks deciding to risk Mello's wrath when the blonde gets home.
"It's Moulin Rouge," Mello hisses into the phone.
"It's already set up. I just need to hit record," Matt answers, not wishing to piss Mello off more.
"Good," Mello says, and with that snaps his phone shut.
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Light has never had trouble getting an erection. It had always bordered on being too easy, but now as he feels another man's touch his member remains only half hard, not responding to Light's need to feign enjoyment.
It will get him in a lot of trouble if the man fucking him realizes that Light isn't as hard as he should be by now.
His fingers clench the bed sheets and he focuses his thoughts on something that will perk his member up.
"Let's see how your face looks in the midst of pleasure," the man breathes into Light's ear. 'Ryuuzaki in the shower,' Light desperately thinks as the man pulls out of him and flips Light onto his back.
The man's face is unreadable at first and Light is concentrating on the man's expression, not allowing any thoughts to exist in his mind at the moment.
"You're already weeping," the man observes and Light withholds a sigh of relief.
"Would you like to finish," Light whispers and raises a hand to caress the man's pale face.
"Nothing would bring me greater joy," the man responds before thrusting back into Light.
"Aaah," Light moans as he lifts his legs into the air before wrapping them around his client's waist.
The man thrusts a few more times before liquid warmth releases into Light. He cries out in unsatisfied pleasure and allows the other man to catch his breath. They lay there for a few minutes and the warmth is gone, but Light's eyes fixate on the mirror above him. Only acknowledging the other man's presence when he hears the door shut.
Light lies on the bed and raises his arm to cover his eyes. 'That was close, too close. If that man had objected I could lose the amount of money I make, and be here even longer that the period of time needed to pay off the debt,' Light thinks as he rolls onto his side and sits up on the bed, his hands gripping its hard edge in fear.
'I need heroin,' Light thinks as he gets up and moves over to his pile of clothes and digs through his pockets. He finds his cell phone and flips it open. 'Two sixteen a.m.' Light reads, closing his phone. He has one more client before he can go home and sink away from the world he doesn't want to be part of.
The door opens and Light stands up as the person enters.
"Doggy style on the bed, now," the man instructs as he shuts the door behind him. Light gets on the bed without compliment. He presents his butt in the air and turns his seductive eyes to the pudgy man behind him.
"Ready when you are," Light whispers and allows his hair to fall into eyes. The man stalks forward and Light blinks in surprise once he realizes how close the man is suddenly. Lips descend upon Light's and he waits for the hour to end.
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Light shuts the door behind him as he makes his way into his apartment. The room is dark and dust has begun to settle on the furniture. He hasn't bothered to clean in a while and it's starting to show.
He flickers the kitchen light on and heads for the fridge. A rotting smell reaches his nose. Kneeling down, Light opens the bottom drawer. His stomach twists violently at the sight of moldy fruit. Withholding the urge to vomit, he cleans the fruit out and tosses them into his trashcan. The only other items in the fridge are three water bottles. He grabs one and opens it. He tilts the bottle back and allows the water to run down his parched throat. He twists the cap once on the bottle before making his trek to the bedroom.
His hip catches the corner of the kitchen table.
The water bottle released from his slackened grip and clatters to the ground. Water is gushing out and Light's eyes watch the river that's formed. His knees give out and Light lands next to the puddle.
'It's leaking, why is it leaking? I put the cap on tightly, but it is still pouring out,' Light thinks as a shaking hand reaches for the bottle, lingering above the clear surface. Tears prickle at Light's eyes and begin to pour out of his eyes. 'The cap was supposed to be on tightly,' Light whines and draws his knees up to his chest.
'It wasn't supposed to be like this,' Light desperately thinks as he takes in a shaky breath, but the tears continue to fall and a loud sob escapes his lips. He hasn't cried once since being put in this position. While living at the club he had refused to cry, for Higuchi would know and Light refused to give that man any satisfaction from his pain.
'But for now it is alright,' Light tells himself and lets the tears fall.
He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there, but as his breathing begins to even out. Light gets up on shaky legs and makes his way into the bedroom, ignoring the dull pain in his hand and his throbbing hip.
Opening his nightstand drawer, Light pulls out a bag of heroin and starts the ritual of turning heroin into its liquid form. 'Even if it is only for a little bit, I can forget,' Light thinks as he places the needle in an arm vein and pushes the substance into his body.
The feeling is starting to become dull. His body is no longer going to a place where he finds serenity; instead, he can feel reality seeping into his head. Even during his high, it lingers there mocking him, reminding him that he will never be able to fully get away from reality. The sensation is circulating throughout his body. Numbing his senses, like being half-awake. The mind is there, but at the same time it isn't. A feeling he has become well acquainted with throughout the years.
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A shrill sound grabs Light's attention. He awakens from his stupor and grabs his cell phone off of the nightstand.
"Hello?" Light asks, his speech slightly slurred.
"Light, it's Ryuuzaki," the elder man's voice says through the phone. Light drags himself further out of his hazy mind.
"Are you in London?" Light inquires not caring how Ryuuzaki got his number.
"I am."
"Where are you?" Light asks.
"The Omni hotel," L replies and Light feels a small flicker of disappointment.
"If you are not outside my door, then why are you calling me at four in the morning?"
"I want to inform you that Will will be picking you tomorrow at ten p.m."
"And you couldn't tell me at a normal hour because?"
"I must still be on Germany's time."
"I doubt that."
"I must admit I thought Light would be happier knowing that I am back a week early," L says and Light swears he can see the older man pout.
"I am," and he means it.
"Then I will see you later on today."
"Indeed," Light agrees as he fights of a yawn. There is no reply and he hears the phone line go dead. Light flips his phone shut and smiles. 'Such a social reject,' Light fondly thinks and believes he might sleep tonight.
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End of Chapter
Thanks a lot to Songbird Severine who did a great job editing this chapter for me. She knows how to catch the little things and I love that^^.
L will have a face to face interaction with Light next chapter. Had to set it up^^.
Did you all like the Mello/Matt scenes? I played around with their age to fit with my story. I don't know if London really lets eighteen year olds bartend, but they do in this story.
Please review and tell me what you all think about this chapter.
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