Author's Note: Sorry sorry sorry for the long wait! There are several reasons for this, if you read my blog ((link in profile, dammit!)) But I finally decided to write this chapter. There's a special surprise for you! AKA: No lemon in epilogue 'cause I wanted to be purely sweet, so there's on in this chapter. At the beginning.
Which is another reason to apologize for this chapter. I had so many different visions for this lemon, all of them funky, smexy, kinky, or a mix of any of those words. Hehe. -_-; The reason this lemon is so fucked up ((haha, pun)) is because, when I started writing it, I realized it's gonna be their last of their honeymoon, and I wanted to make it sweet and tender. Like I tell you guys all the time, each story I write is an experimentation of some kind. This is my first affectionate lemon not filled with only lust. I hope you like it! Oh, and it mentioned heaven and angels...uh...seriously, don't ask about that. And I don't even believe in that stuff! But it was for the sake of the story...((PS, there's a crack at "First Day of the Rest of Your Life", my 2nd DN one-shot, in the middle of the lemon. If you've read it, see if you can find it! And to all of those who've read the story, I just changed the summary for no reason!))
And about the rest of the chapter...uh...^-^ Sorry if it might go a little fast paced in some places, but I was writing this during school...and trying to get it done...and was running out of pages...and that's all my excuses, sorry.
Chapter's title is Cornered 'cause...well...it was the best one I could find, and I thought it fit. It was actually the only chapter that didn't have a title when I started posting it online! Haha, sadly...((I did add in an extra line in there about Misa being cornered...I hope it fits!))
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. If I did, I would've made it a Life Note ((read my story!!)) and turned it into a yaoi manga...damn, then Misa would've made it hetero as well...GAH!! NEKKID MISA IS NOW BURNED INTO MA BRAIN!!! ...As you can tell, I'm bored. And I don't own Junjou Romantica, which sorta makes an appearance in this ((accidentally)) if you can spot it...Oddly enough, Light is a lot like Hiroki...Anger problems *and* reluctant uke!
Oh, right:
CONTEST!!
Because, when coming up with a title for Misa is a Bitch crack-fic, "Forsaken" by Skillet appeared in my head and I recently rewatched the last episode of DN - laughing and smiling throughout the whole thing - I am holding a contest. See, when I watched the end, all I could say was, "His last thought was L," over and over again. So...
My contest: Listen to a song ((or many)) on Skillet's album "Collide" and write a story inspired/based on that/those songs. It can be a one-shot or have chapters. It can be AU or AT ((alternate timeline, aka something like that crack-fic or Jump into the Fire,)) or even take place completely in the DN universe. It can be crack, serious, funny, romantic ((hopefully)) or any other theme. You can do LxLight, MattxMello, or any other couple...or none if you really prefer that...sigh One idea I can give you is Light's final moments. Don't overuse it though; try to think of something original. Edit: Yes, you can listen to other songs, but they have to be by Skillet and I must approve of 'em.
Rules:
At least 500 words.
Original; no copying!
Deadline: October 31st. L's birthday. He's turning 30 this year! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!
Send the name ((may I suggest using the song you listened to?)), summary, and link, saying if it's gonna be a chapter fic or one-shot so I know to watch it or not, in a PM to me. You also must say in your author's note that it is for this conest, which is entitled "Zena Silverwing's Colliding Death Note Contest" ((Yes, it's a craptastic name, but I think it's fine...sorta... sigh))
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Prizes:
1st place: A story of your choice written by me, any characters, any plot, any genre ((preferably a one-shot)) and I beta one of your stories.
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Chapter 7: Cornered ((Chapter 73 of Death Note))
Of course, the lovers didn't just stay in their bedroom for the twelve days. They also visited various museums, the Eiffel Tower; Light forced L to do a little bit of shopping…Overall, a real vacation, not just a honeymoon. One that they both loved.
On the last day, L left to go make sure the jet was well stocked in the sweets department. That was why Light woke up to an empty bed, a breakfast at the foot of the bed. As he ate, a devious plan fought its way into his head. Well, it was the last day of their honeymoon. He might as well spend it with L.
After cleaning his dishes and setting them in the kitchen only used for storing sweets and coffee, the brunet made his way back to the bedroom, where he stripped himself of pajamas and placed them in the bag they were using for the dirty clothes they didn't have time to wash. He then crawled on the bed and stretched out wantonly, waiting for L to come back.
And he did come back. One look at his husband lying in the middle of their bed, lust clear in his eyes, and L's nose started to dribble blood, the rest of his blood pooling slightly below. Light chuckled slightly, not expecting L to react with such…force. Well, maybe he was, seeing as they had been doing things like this—not exactly like this, but still—for the past week and a half.
L slowly walked towards the bed, hypnotized by the beauty that was his lover—at least, that's what Light hoped. On his way, he pulled his shirt off, then his pants and finally his boxers (Light had insisted that he must wear underwear, or else the temptation would be too much when in public) before climbing onto the bed and over Light, still staring with his wide eyes, wider than normal. Light just smirked at the way his husband was acting. It was amusing, and a great way to boost his pride, which he had let thoroughly crumble over their honeymoon, being put beneath L. At least let him have a little left!
L placed a hand on either side of Light's waist and kissed his love tenderly. No matter how sexy he was, Light had a feeling L wanted their last time together on their special honeymoon to be different, full of love. Instead of sucking essence, or battling, tongues danced with each other, hands flitted over chests, trying to remember every detail, and Light's legs spread wider, wanting the ultimate togetherness with his lover.
Said lover complied and replaced his mouth with three of his fingers, which Light sucked happily, lapping at the slender digits. L leaned forward and whispered into Light's abused ear—from many previous sessions—affectionately, "Light…"
He then pulled his fingers out, warm and coated in saliva, and brought them to Light's other entrance. Slowly, he prepared the younger man, no matter how much both of them wanted him to hurry. Light grabbed fistfuls of sheets when the ebony-haired pulled his fingers out and placed his member where those fingers just were. Slowly, he pushed in. For Light, the pain was much more tolerable, either because L had awoken the insane masochist inside him—and he enjoyed that pain—or because he had been thoroughly stretched during past lovemaking.
After a few slow thrusts, L found Light's prostrate easily, knowing his love's body inside and out. "L!" the brunet beneath him called between groans. He was in heaven, pure heaven. He was making love to the love of his life, who had vowed till death do they part, whose ring he had on his finger, who wasn't going to die, for Rem was already dead and Misa would soon be caught, who was the only person he would ever allow to dominate him, and who was perfect in every way Light looked.
At that point, the heaven-blessed man's length was taken in his angel's hands and he was beyond heaven. Pure bliss. Even if when he was going to die he'd see nothingness for the rest of eternity, if he could remember this one moment, he'd be able to create his own heaven. Still, he hoped that that time wouldn't come soon. He wanted more of these moments with his love, as many as possible.
"L…"
"Light…"
Time passed, and L moved slowly the whole time, yet pleasured them both in ways that they hadn't yet felt. Love instead of lust…Heaven…with that final thought, and L glowing above him, ebony hair, ivory skin, flushed cheeks, small smile playing across his lips, Light came, causing L to cum as well. They lay next to each other, tangled together, in heaven, filled with love, covered in bliss.
With a heavy sigh, Light sat up and pealed L off him. The other man whimpered—causing Light to wonder if his own ears were deceiving him—and tried keeping Light in bed. His efforts were futile, for soon, the shower was running, and in a few minutes, Light stepped out of the bathroom, steam surrounding him.
Grudgingly, L left the warmth of their bed to take a shower himself. Light only shook his head in mock disappointment, eyes gleaming in enjoyment, and proceeded to dress. Now seemed the perfect time, before L got out of the bathroom. Heart thumping wildly—though not as wildly as L could make it—Light whipped out his cell phone and speed-dialed Misa.
"Light!" the girl cried after picking up on the first ring. "Oh how I've missed you! Nobody will tell me where you went! I was getting worried!"
"Misa!" he hissed, needing to hurry. "Listen to me. Give up the Death Note" He kept his voice to a whisper, just in case, even though he could hear the water running.
A gasp filled the other line. "WHAT?!" Misa screeched, unable to understand.
Light took a deep, calming breath. Oh, how he wanted to kill her. Well, now he will be able to do this and Rem won't stop him. "Stop writing names. Bury the notebook where you found it and give up its ownership to me. But keep the criminal information on your computer. Oh, and delete the call history on your phone, too. Got it? Good. I have to go. Do it now!" He quickly hung up and stuffed the phone in his sweater pocket after deleting his call history.
Lying back down on the bed, hands behind his head as a pillow, Light took in what he just did. Kira was officially done. He owned three Death Notes. Misa was about to be caught. And L was completely oblivious. At least one thing worked out.
The shower turned off a few minutes later and L stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, another towel around his waist. He sighed out, "Light…" causing said teenager's eyes to gleam from loss of the honorific, now that he noticed it. Nevertheless…
"L?" he asked as the other slipped on his clothes.
"Hmm?" he responded, curious.
"Well…" Light sat up, clasping his hands together. "I was wondering if you could call me…Light-kun. It's like your special pet name for me…"
L walked over to him and placed his hand on the brunet locks, ruffling them slightly. "All you had to do was ask," he murmured, replacing his hand with his lips. "My Light-kun."
When he straightened up, he helped pull Light up and they grabbed the rest of their bags and walked out of the room in which so many memories were held. It closed behind them, closing off their peaceful, loving times. Now they were once again detective and helper/husband/ex-prime suspect.
However, the place ride was enjoyable. They talked about many things not having to do with the Kira Case…As well as kissed, cuddled, and made out a lot. Eventually, Light fell asleep. When he woke up, L was shaking him, saying the place had landed. Well, at least this time, he knew he wasn't drugged.
He grudgingly left his dreams and followed his lover off the place, back through the terminals, and home once more. Even if it felt that anywhere L was was home, that didn't compare to the comfort and safety Light didn't know he missed until their car pulled up in front of the Yagami house.
They both received many hugs from Light—and now L's—family, save L, who only received from Soichiro a handshake. "Yagami-san," he said to the man, shoulders drawn back, but hands once more in his pockets. "Light-kun is an amazing man. You must be so proud to have him as a son. I am so lucky to love him as I do and have him love me."
Soichiro froze at his words. Then, after a few moments, he took a hand and placed it on L's shoulder. They stood like that for a while, until the eldest man said, "Take care of him." And with that, he dropped his arm to his side and turned around, walking away.
They bid their farewells, and the newlyweds left for the headquarters building, which was currently only manned by Mogi. The place seemed vacant, desolate, and lonely. At least now, there was the three of them.
L and Light received a brief summary of what had happened during their time away. In conclusion: nothing different. Light knew the effects wouldn't appear until the next day, or even a few days later. Still, he was worried Misa hadn't done what he ordered. After all, he had broken up with her for no reason, and then expected her to give up her memories.
No, he can't think about that. In two days, the blonde will be arrested because that criminal wouldn't die tomorrow. It was all going to go to his plan. And maybe, just maybe—no, Light refused to think about that either. He was finished as Kira. End of story.
It was easy for Light to settle back into the room they used to share. It almost seemed like he never left. His side of the bed was perfectly made, L's rumpled excessively from long nights of just sitting upon it. Light later learned that, thought the insomniac rarely slept to begin with, it was even harder once his love left.
The rest of their jet-lagged day—well, at least for Light, though he could tell L was nodding off every once in a while—they spent lazing around, unable to do much. The prisoner, shown through the camera in his cell, did nothing peculiar.
At around 10:30 pm, Matsuda cam to relieve Mogi of his duties and take the night shift for watching the prisoner. That night, at midnight, it was crucial to watch the man. But the next morning, if nothing happened, the whole task force will come to keep surveillance. At midnight the next night, Misa would be caught, Light knew.
And indeed, that is what happened. Just as planned.
It was nearing midnight and the five men were getting extremely anxious. Three of them were worried the man was to die in front of their eyes. One of them needed to see this man die, otherwise his husband would once again be a suspect—though he vowed that that Light was clear of any suspicions at their wedding, facts were facts. And the fifth man was anxious as to what would happen afterward.
The seconds were counting down now. Seconds until midnight and yet the man hadn't died yet. Things were not looking good; Misa was cornered.
5…4…3…2…1…Midnight, Friday November 19. The convict lay there in his bed, hooked up to a heart monitor for no reason he could see.
Beep…beep…beep…
And his heart kept beating at a regular pace. No falters, no speeding up, no slowing down. He was very much alive.
"Hyuk, hyuk," a chuckle came from behind Light. It was a familiar voice; one Light knew he would be heating eventually. After all, he was the owner of Ryuk's Death Note now. Nobody else could hear or see him, so it was fine. "You won three of the four Death Notes currently on Earth, Misa's gonna get caught, and your precious L is gonna suspect you again. What's Kira gonna do now?"
"Nothing," Light responded out loud, breaking the tension of the room. They all thought he was talking about the fake 13-day rule.
"Yes, Light-kun," L said, relaxing into his chair and eating a bite of cake. "Apparently Kira is much smarter than we anticipated. If you hadn't given yourself to me to save my life—" insert gagging sounds and coughs here "—you would once again be my prime suspect. However…"
Mogi sighed. "Misa Amane."
"Precisely. We will arrest her tomorrow—later today at her apartment and search the place for the Death Note she must possess. In the meantime…" L turned to Light and stood, taking something out of his pocket. In a flash, the younger's hands were handcuffed around the back of his chair.
"Oh, save the kinky stuff for the bedroom, guys!" Matsuda exclaimed.
With a sigh, L explained, "It is just a precautionary. Just in case Light is Kira, we must make sure he cannot contact Misa, who I know must be the second Kira." He then led Matsuda to the observation room to show him how to use the cameras to watch over Light.
Soichiro turn to his son, all pride gone from his eyes, his body deflated. "Light…" he said, shaking his head. Light knew he wanted him to be innocent.
With a weak smile, Light put on the innocent act Soichiro needed. "You know I didn't do anything, Dad. This is just another…way to prove that I'm not Kira. I mean, I broke up with Misa; there's no need for me to talk to her ever again." He added a very innocent smile after his words.
What he said was true. He wasn't Kira anymore. And he certainly wasn't going to go near Misa or her voice ever again. It wasn't needed. She was just another ex-girlfriend. Just another girl added to the list. And, luckily, because he was married, that list will never grow, especially because of to whom he was married.
L came back alone shortly, with a pillow and blanket in hand. After draping the blanket around Light and putting the pillow on the desk in front of the other, he dismissed everyone—except Matsuda, who was going to watch Light all night—and went up to their room to do who-knows-what.
With an angry sigh, Light realized he actually was pretty tired. And there was really nothing he could do. He laid his head down on the desk, knowing this was so much better than the solitary confinement.
His body awoke at its normal time—six am—but his mind remained half-asleep. There was whispering around him. Couldn't they just shut up? And why was his neck killing him? He tried to turn over, only to realize his hands were cuffed around something behind him. He sat up, his memories starting to come back to him. Oh, right, he was handcuffed to a chair in the main investigation room.
Slowly, he opened his eyes…only to be shocked into complete awareness by Matsuda's face. "Good! You're awake! Now tell them I should go with them!" he ordered.
While the rest of the task force groaned, Light only chuckled and replied, "Don't you need to stay here and watch me? And we can't have you mess this up. You're a fan of Misa's remember?"
Shoulders slumped, Matsuda trudged away. Mogi mouthed a silent "Thank you" and Light nodded back, only to feel the sharp shooting pain up his whole back. He winced, Soichiro complained, and L soon was holding an ice pack to the back of his lover's neck. While they continued to plan—thinking Misa would still have the Death Note—L alternated between the ice pack and messages, at which he turned out to be good.
They settled for the full-body suits, helmets, and voice changers L had already prepared for such a case. Misa wouldn't know who was who, or if they were even the real task force. The thing was, they were all going on a suicide mission—or so they thought—and L was the only one who had a very high possibility of making it out alive.
The three men going left at precisely noon, after hugging the two remaining men. Matsuda would watch the computers while all Light could have was a headset, so he could talk to the others, the controls for it in his hand still behind him.
At Misa's apartment, the task force would meet up with some of L's private agents (the police refused to do anything, not that they thought they would).
Everything did go exactly as planned to Light. When they barged inside the teen idol's place, she was completely surprised and frightened. She had no clue what the Death Note was, nor any other knowledge. She was devastated that Light had broken up with her, but since then, hadn't been in contact with him. They checked her multiple cell phones, showing that the last call Light had made was the night he broke up with her. He was cleared right then and there of any suspicion.
Nevertheless, during their search of her apartment, during which Misa was handcuffed with one of the agents watching her, though no Death Note was found, her computer was searched. And all those criminal records both used and yet to be used, were found. They concluding Misa had lost her memories very recently, for the records were from even just yesterday.
Misa was caught. She was sent to trial, found guilty, and was sentenced to death. Several weeks later, Misa Amane was gone. Forever.
Author's note: How'd you like it? Creepy, I know. Just review, that's all I have to say. Next chapter's the epilogue. Thanx for sticking with this for so long!
TIMELINE!!
Oct. 28: *Light gets memories back
Oct. 31: *L's 25th birthday
*Light proposes
*Phone convo
Nov. 1: *First kiss
Nov. 2: *L's suggestion for "lunch"
Nov. 4: *Wedding
*Misa gets Death Note back and starts killing as Kira again
*Matsuda and Yagamis find out
Nov. 5: *Watari and Rem die
Nov. 6: *13-day rule tested
*L and Light leave on their honeymoon...and have awesome yaoi buttsex
Nov. 18: *Light and L's last day of honeymoon
*Light calls Misa
*Misa loses her memories
*L and Light come home
Nov. 19: *13-day rule proven false
*Misa arrested
Dec. 11: *Misa killed under death penalty
Dec. 25: *MARRY CHRISTMAS!!
*The late Misa Amane's birthday
*No, this doesn't appear in this chapter. I just felt like putting it here. ^-^
