Disclaimer: I don't really like potato chips anymore. Do you like potato chips? That's good. I don't own Death Note.
A/N: yaaay! I wasn't separated from my electronic buddy all week so I was able to get this chapter finished. Isn't you proud of me? No? That's ok.
Whew, I feel like a pervert for all the things I've been posting this week, but that's ok too, I suppose.
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Warning: explicit content, no butt humping as of yet, though. Nonetheless if you can't handle the word "penis" without giggling like a madwoman/madman, I suggest you try to contain yourself for the last half of this chapter.
Now, please do enjoy the latest update:
Annabel Lee
"Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"Huh? Of course I have, silly!" Misa giggled, tapping her photographers shoulder playfully, "How do you expect me to keep up my figure if I don't?"
He shook his head and clicked his tongue, "I was going to ask you the same thing," he held up one of the pictures from the shoot earlier that day closer to his face, "because I can see some dark circles around your eyes in here, they're really faint, but it's definitely there." Her face fell and looked at the photo closely when he handed them to her to examine.
"It can be edited out," he continued, "but I really want to stay away from that if I can. So take care of yourself, Misa."
She bobbed her head with slouched shoulders in a small bow of courtesy, "I will, thank you Hashi-san!"
As he walked off with the photos tucked away in a folder, Misa sighed to herself. Lately she's been depressed, that she couldn't deny.
At dinner she always rambled on about what she did during the day and Light would listen to her, it's kind of a ritual every night. When she told him that she had taken a walk to the cemetery a couple days ago, she replaced the true reason with the illusion that her parents' anniversary was that day. He had listened to her story as patiently as ever, just like the gentleman he is. She told him about the beautiful scenery, how she met up with Aizawa and helped him choose out a bouquet for his wife. And he was completely fine.
But when she went to bed early that night because of the morning photo shoot she had the next day, she noticed that his entire body posture changed when she peeked out of the bedroom to say good-night one last time. He was standing in front of the full length mirror hung on the wall in the hallway, his shoulders were squared up and his hands fisted in his pockets. But his face…it was scary, to say the least.
Like he was angry enough for murder.
Not a moment after this new side of him was revealed to her, Ryuk drifted through the wall casually in the direction of the TV, like he always did at that time because of his favorite soap opera.
"It doesn't take much to make you talk." Light had said quietly.
Ryuk turned around, "Hn?"
He slowly walked to where the shinigami was, "How many apples did she offer you? Two? Three?"
Misa shifted nervously behind the door, trying to keep out of sight. She didn't know what brought this on, and the atmosphere was getting more and more dangerous with every word spoken. Did I say something to upset him?
"Actually, she gave me one." Misa wished he hadn't said anything. "It was a real juicy one, too."
Light chuckled, "Was it?"
By then Ryuk finally felt it too, Misa realized, he just didn't care. "Yeah."
"I'd give some juicy apples to shut you up, but that wouldn't work if you were offered even more, would it?"
"Nah. I like them too much-"
"Why don't you go somewhere else right now?" he cut in abruptly.
Ryuk straightened up his back, his eyes wide. "Huh? You mean leave?" he asked stupidly.
"Yes."
The rest of the conversation was all a blur. There were angry whispers and almost yelling, and the whole time it looked like Light wanted nothing more than to kill him. Ryuk flew off a couple minutes later, more to run away from the man's spiked tongue, if anything. After the shinigami was out of the picture for the night, and Misa was supposedly asleep, Light went back to his thoughtful brooding. She had never seen him like this before…and she couldn't help but wonder why he was like that in the first place. There wasn't anything to indicate such behavior at dinner….
It must be something related to the Kira case…that's the only thing that gets him worked up about anything. Just as Misa was about to tentatively step out to ask him what was wrong, Light let out a vicious snarl, tore the mirror from the wall and threw it to the floor. The deafening smash jolted her backward into the room, and as she watched, he stood above the wreckage with a savage smile on his face.
The crash of the mirror still rung in the air, like a wail of shock at the suddenness through her ears. What was going on? Why is he so angry? Misa never saw him act out like this, or even similar to what she saw….
She crawled back onto bed and feigned sleep in time when Light turned to check to see if the noise had woken her a little later. But her eyes were wide open as he quietly closed the door, and she listened to the clinking of the mirror pieces as he cleaned it all up. He doesn't want to tell me anything, she thought to herself.
So I'll have to take matters onto my hands to lift some of the weight from his shoulders. The cemetery was her best bet, and that's the direction she was headed after the photo shoot.
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She donned a beautiful black veil and a simple black dress, with a single cross that hung on a thick chain. It was a very modest outfit and Misa wanted onlookers to know that she was visiting someone, and not browsing like how she actually was. She didn't know what it was about this cemetery, but whatever was bothering Light, it came from here. Misa couldn't ask Ryuk about it anymore, because he'd tell Light if he was questioned like that again, no matter how much she'd ask him not to.
She drifted among the headstones, which were different from the traditional one's found at most gravesites in Japan. These were more western, because it was a lone gravestone with a simple message carved upon it, and some took on various shapes. Japanese one's all looked the same, standing tall and proud upon an alter of the same stone with a small area before it, silently asking for offerings of food and prayer. Misa wasn't sure which one's she preferred, because the gothic angels that stood above the dead was a wonderful thought for her, but the quiet soldiers that embodied the departed themselves was a powerful representation.
A particular headstone caught her eye, and she made her way toward it respectfully. It was a broad cross, but it bore no name. What grabbed her attention were the creeping vines that crawled up the length of it. Misa looked closer at the base, and found that the vines were coming from a certain area, and small pieces of rumpled paper lay under a thin coating of dirt, and half hidden from sight by the leaves. It looked like someone had dropped a packet of seeds and never bothered to pick it up, but had grown on their own when the paper casing became too moist in the weather to hold them away from the nourishing soil.
She ran her hand along the anonymous headstone, suddenly feeling sad for the person it exemplified. A nameless cross…choking under the lovely veneer of delicate vines, for she saw that it seeped into the smallest of cracks, making them deeper and wider. In a few years, the entire thing will be covered if left as it was.
"Misa?"
She jumped, startled at the call, and turned around to find her Light standing imposingly between the rows of the dead. "Light! I thought you had work today?"
He didn't. His coworkers gave him a vacation to relax, but he never told Misa of that, preferring to spend his time elsewhere. "I'm on a lunch break, and went out for a walk. I saw you when I was passing by." he lied smoothly, "What brings you here?"
"Oh, I'm…visiting a cousin."
"Are you sure?" he inquired, a strange glint in his eye.
"Why ask? Of course I'm sure, Light." She said nervously. Ever since that night she wasn't sure of how to act anymore. She knew it was better to just pretend nothing happened, because as far as he knew from her perspective, nothing did. But it wasn't that simple for her. "Are you ok?"
"Me? I'm fine," he laughed a little, like the answer was an obvious one, "I was just wondering what you were doing here. I mean," he waved at her attire, "I wasn't aware that a relative of yours was lain here, and on this day." He looked at her with a charming smile, "If you told me beforehand, we could've come together."
"Yeah, I'm sorry," she said as she stood up, "but I thought you'd be too busy. And besides," she skittered toward him excitedly, feeling more confident, "you're here now, so let's get some ice cream before you head back!"
"Of course." The anniversary of Misa's parents' deaths had already passed three months ago. She set out on her own when Light wasn't home to go with her to place offerings upon their grave, and she'd assumed that he had forgotten. But he didn't.
He knew the date, and the place they were buried, so he immediately knew that she had visited the cemetery L was placed in when she retold her previous day. She lied because she didn't want Light to know why she went there, and the only reason for that is if she was hiding something. Misa complained every so often about him not being home very much, and this past week those complaints have gone silent, as if she had found something else to think about. There was no reason to lie about going there, so he turned on Ryuk.
As he feared, the shinigami yielded to bribes. It wasn't even something that Light himself hasn't given him, it was an apple. A single apple.
What was he going to do? Threaten to take away all the apples in the house if he did that again? Slap him on the wrist and say, "Bad Ryuk. You don't tattle on Light." and send him to a corner? What was he to do with a shinigami that could very well destroy his plans?
Misa wasn't ready to know of L's resurrection yet. She couldn't find out until L himself was able to cope with the idea of helping Light with his utopia, otherwise he would have to deal with the threat of her killing him in order to protect themselves. L was a powerful figure, and Light had no doubt that he could regain his status if he were to come in contact with a computer, or even slip out of his confinement for a week. He couldn't risk it. With Misa as his eyes, L with his keen intellect and reputation, and Light overseeing the peace, he would have the perfect rulers for the perfect world. A true paradise.
He won't stand for anything else.
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What was wrong with him? That man was a strange one. Definitely high levels of narcissism involved, but that doesn't explain the reason behind this sudden change in behavior. Maybe be came to some kind of self righteous decision, about his "new world". That kiss was purely experimental, but he took it so seriously, so it probably meant a lot more to him. So he did have a crush on him. That's a laugh; Light had a crush on L, and a pretty big one, considering. Light himself didn't like that idea, so he came up with some excuse to suppress it, and for all he knew, it worked.
That bastard.
L was furious. He hated being so weak. He couldn't even defend himself against a child! His little game of Upsetting Yagami no longer mattered as of ten minutes ago, when the pompous snot had left his prison.
His entire face throbbed in pain, his ribs, legs, everything hurt. Just one question about their last encounter, and Light had snapped. He backhanded him with a fist, and L was flung from his crouch on the bed and onto the hard floor. L launched himself at Light's knees, and the two of them wrestled on the ground, fists and curses flying shamelessly in the charged air. Needless to say, Light had the upper hand, and L didn't stand a chance against a young man in his prime who never had to deal with the process of forceful resurrection.
It happened so fast, and it was all he could do to keep from making any pained noise as Light threw him across the room like a ragdoll. After that, the real fun began.
"What's wrong L?" he panted, and flipped his hair back to keep it out of his eyes, "Tired?" He didn't wait for the answer that he wasn't going to give, instead walking over to the small table and picked up a pack of apple flavored gummies. He lifted L up by his armpits from the floor and had him leaning on the wall in a sitting position. L growled, and Light punched him in the gut.
He ripped open the packet and tilted L's head back, and poured all the gummies into his bleeding mouth. They mixed with his blood, which was the result of getting hit in the face continuously, and his teeth ripped at the inside of his cheeks. Light threw the plastic away from himself, and grabbed onto L's jaw to push it at his skull and pull it back, making him chew them. L struggled and clawed at those hands, but when his fingers found Light's face, he gave the man another merciless punch. This time, the partially chewed gummies flew out of L's mouth when he choked and gasped when his diaphragm was assaulted.
Light grasped the sides of L's swollen face, intent on another kiss, but L spit out the rest of the gummies at him. He didn't react immediately, but it looked like the rage was boiling over inside, and once again, Light threw him to the other side of the room. An enraged scuffle, more beatings and occasional yelling, and somehow L managed to get a hold of one of Light's fingers. He bit it as hard as he could, and Light had to wrap his free hand around his throat to throttle him until he finally let go.
Worn and beaten, L was too slow to push the young man away as he bent down to kiss him again. This one wasn't as suffocating as the first, but Light used his teeth and clamped down on his tongue and lips, keeping his jaw open by prying them apart by using his own as a wedge. L had to endure this until Light's wandering hands paused when it came into contact with the area between L's thighs. He rubbed his palm against his groin, and L grabbed a handful of brown hair and twisted it upward in a desperate attempt to make him stop. Light hissed into his mouth, and used his other hand to dive under the thick sweatpants and dug his fingers into his anatomy.
He couldn't scream, and even if he fought back, Light would do something worse to him. This was ridiculous…how can this happen to him?
Light's teeth found his tongue again, and it seemed like all the other times he bit it, it was just a nibble. But L was still ripping at his hair, so Light made it so L had to let go, else his tongue would be no more. Their faces finally broke apart, and Light lay on top of the other.
"Yagami…" he rasped, "shtop."
"Call me Light." He demanded, slowly tugging L's pants down.
"Don'." adrenaline was the only thing that kept him from fainting, and L tried pushing him away, "Don' do dis, Yagami."
Light sat up between his spread legs and stripped L's lower body in one motion, grabbing at his limp organ again, "I want you to call me Light."
"No."
A grim expression settled on his features, and Light squeezed the base of L's penis and kept the same pressure as he moved his fist slowly upward. He continued this as it began hardening and distending, "All you ever do is argue with me. It was funny at first, but now it's just annoying." He bowed down to engulf the growing appendage with his mouth, covering it with saliva and suckling it to make it harder.
L glared at the ceiling, his breathing picking up speed. His bruised hands twitched, and wanted nothing short of killing the young man doing this to him.
Light lifted himself away when the penis began to climb into his throat, and smiled in spite of himself, clasping and pulling at it all the while. "How far do want me to take this, L? I have no issues with taking it to a whole other level."
"If dis is what you ge'off on, Yagami."
He sighed, and jabbed his finger nail into the slit none too gently. L flinched. "I want you to enjoy this, and I also want you to start calling me Light again." He ran both hands along the length now, one finger omitted from the stimulation because of the oral abuse it was subjected to before. He sucked on the head again, and it found that it couldn't get any bigger.
Light scooted over beside L, one hand holding his penis against his stomach. He kissed his cheek, "How do you want to go about this, L?"
He refused to speak, and Light continued to fondle him. He kept telling him to call him by his first name, but didn't push as hard as he could have. L refused to give in, and after an unbearable ten minutes later, spilled over in the young man's mouth when he sucked on him once more.
"L, why are you so difficult?" he asked, some semen on the corner of his lips, and touching his forehead to the other's, "That's the only thing I can ever count on with you. Your stubbornness." The swelling on his eye was beginning to turn into an ugly dark purple, but Light would deal with that later. "Everything else can go one way or another when you're around."
He stood up, and winced at the soreness in his legs, "That's enough for today, we're both pretty beaten up."
Light began to pick L up from the floor, and he quickly shifted his body away from those disgusting hands to settle himself against the wall.
"L, I'm trying to help you."
"Get- out-." He breathed, ignoring the stinging pain in his injured tongue.
"L-" he was interrupted by the glare sent his way, daring him to say he wasn't capable of doing things himself. "…Fine. If that's what you want." So Light left him, his victory tasting more bitter than he wanted.
A/N: no, that doesn't mean L's semen tastes bitter.
Light's going crrr-aaa-zaaayy. But I'll let you guys in on something: Light did all that because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep away from L by himself, so he destroyed the poor guys pride to make him do the work of distancing the two of them. But if that's the case, maybe Light should have raped him.
So the next chapter won't be as psychotic, maybe even a tiny bit fluffy.
Thank you for reading, and please review!
-Zak
