Part of Ryuzaki's plan was for Light to play the role of Kira in their message. "I cannot think of a better person to script the message of Kira," he had stated, as if the thought had just suddenly crossed his mind. We both know that's complete bullshit, L. This was a calculated move, but nevertheless, I'll take advantage of this situation. She initially showed some resistance and her father gave a weak protest, but ultimately Light agreed because she really did not want to cause a scene over something so trifling. Besides, it's a win-win - Ryuzaki gets his small victory in seeing Light act as Kira, but Light also gets to script a message as Kira to the second Kira and the police will allow her to publicly broadcast it. Actually, this is perfect, she finally decided, as Ryuzaki escorted her to a more private wing of his suite.
"I assumed you may want some privacy to collect your thoughts," he started when he let her into the master room. Once he shut the door behind him, leaving only the two of them in the room, Light turned and snapped at him.
"What is your deal?"
Ryuzaki blinked at her, clearly taken aback. "I'm not sure what you're referring to, Light."
"The pants," she said quietly. Ryuzaki cupped his ear to indicate for her to speak up. "The pants!" She raised her voice a few octaves.
"Oh, well it seems obvious, do you really need me to explain?" God, the arrogance of this man! Judging by the look on her face, Ryuzaki continued, "I find you to be physically distracting, and when you wear revealing clothes, it only makes it that much more difficult to work."
It was now Light's turn to just blink at him, unsure of how to react. "Uhh, is that a compliment?"
"Don't be naive, Light. You know what you are and you know how to get a man's attention," before Light could say anything, Ryuzaki cut her off. "Please, do take all the time you need for this script. I need it to be perfect, and I don't mind making the second Kira wait."
If she waited long enough, Ryuzaki would be forced to make an appearance on Sakura T.V.. This would obviously be a trap to have him killed, but as much as Light would relish in seeing him publicly die, she needed him and his resources to identify the second Kira. She set these bitter thoughts aside, and smiled at him, "Oh, I won't need much time."
Ryuzaki stared hard into her eyes and then replied with, "you must find it easy to imagine yourself as Kira then."
Light laughed out loud, a short and delicate sound, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'll admit, there are times where I have imagined how useful Kira's power would be."
Ryuzaki was intrigued by where this discussion was going, and curled into his usual sitting position on a love seat across from the bed. "I didn't think you agreed with Kira's message, Light."
Light scooched back on the bed a little and crossed her legs Indian-style. She pursed her lips and thought carefully of the wording of what she was going to say. Regardless of how I respond, L is going to judge me. Still, a little discussion about Kira can't hurt. "Overall I don't, but there are some criminals that had been out of reach that I believe would be the exception," she explained. "What's the harm if the person is guilty but escaped justice?"
Ryuzaki's eyes were locked on hers, and his toes curled and uncurled as he responded, "And what if the person was not guilty? Don't misunderstand me, I'm not opposed to the death penalty, however, you're playing God with this power and it's a dangerous game."
He thinks I don't do any research on the killers? What am I, an idiot? Light scoffed instinctively, "Okay, for arguments' sake, let's say there is no doubt that the criminal is guilty. Perhaps he escapes to Peru or Canada, and suddenly is without reach. Kira's power is useful because, as determined by the task force here, Kira seems to only need to know a person's face and name to kill. That escaped criminal would cease to be a threat. I think most people would appreciate this intervention."
A slow smirk formed on Ryuzaki's face, "You're neglecting a very important fact, Light. In fact, I find your choice of words quite interesting and revealing." He paused, and Light's brows furrowed together in confusion. What is he getting at now? "I find it interesting that instead of using the word 'execute,' you used 'kill.' Now, you may be thinking, but Ryuzaki, those two are essentially the same. In essence, perhaps, however, 'execution' is more of a sentence carried for a condemned person, whereas 'kill' is, well, less judicial and more macabre."
Damn him, he reads into things that I don't even notice!
"Don't neglect to remember the deaths of the F.B.I. agents that were sent to investigate Kira. Were they criminals? No, they were just perceived to be a threat to Kira, and that's why they died. Kira is nothing more than a serial killer with a God complex," he rose from his seat. "If you need assistance in writing the script, give me a shout. I'm in need for something sweet, and luckily, tonight is ice cream night."
It really didn't take long for Light to write the script up. Everything she wanted to say as Kira was written, far more eloquently than then the trash that the second Kira wrote up. She called for Ryuzaki and he came shuffling in, sipping a milkshake. As she handed him the paper, he frowned, and gave her his shake.
"Watch this for me, will you love?" He said in an almost sweet voice. Light shrugged, and then stared at him as he read the script. He held the paper so bizarrely, almost as if there were germs covering the paper that he was afraid to touch. He pinched the top of the script and held it close to his face to read, mumbling along with the lines as he read. "I knew you were going to script the perfect message for the second Kira. Very impressive work, Light, however, if you don't omit the line 'you're free to kill L,' I will die," he said as he looked into Light's eyes.
She laughed legitimately, smirking to herself, "Oh you're right, I'm sorry, I must have gotten carried away trying to be Kira. Feel free to change whatever you want, Ryuzaki."
Most of the task force dispersed for the night, leaving Aihara and Matsui working in one room, and Ryuzaki and Light in another. She flipped through paper files while sitting on the bed, and Ryuzaki sat the floor, the light of his laptop illuminating his face. Music played quietly in the background of their work space. Why am I still here, I'm looking at files of potential suspects knowing damn well I'm Kira. I highly doubt the second Kira is in here too. She glanced up and observed Ryuzaki - his eyes focused hard on what he was reading, and his thumb pressed lightly against his lips. He looked like a porcelain statue with how still he was. Light's eyes wandered to his chest and shoulders, and she found herself imaging what he must look like topless. What the hell am I doing? She shook herself, breaking her glance away momentarily. She tried re-focusing back on the files before her, but it was to no avail. In her peripheral she noticed he moved, so she slyly moved her gaze back to him. His legs were crossed and he was leaning back on his forearms, still focused on his laptop. Instead of just illuminating his face, his body was now in the light too. God help me, I'm attracted to my enemy. Light realized shakily as she took his form in.
"Are you enjoying the view?" She heard the smallest voice say. Light nearly gasped when she glanced up and met Ryuzaki's eyes. He smirked lightly, but didn't adjust how he was sitting. Ironically, "Take My Breath Away" started playing next on the radio.
"I'm sorry," Light muttered quietly, forcing herself to look down at the files. How mortifying, she thought, and I'm playing this off like a drooling idiot. Although she kept her eyes glued to the papers in front of her, she heard the small sounds of Ryuzaki closing his laptop and getting up. Light felt nerves kick in when Ryuzaki climbed into bed, and sat right next to her.
"Light," he almost sighed, "do I have your permission to touch you?" Her heart pounded hard in her chest, she was sure he must hear it.
"What are you going to do?" She asked, almost nervously. She brought her eyes up slowly to meet his. His grey eyes almost had a warmness to them, making Light feel slightly more at ease. She felt her legs going to sleep so she stretched them out, making a mental note of how his eyes broke away momentarily to take them in.
He smiled, "it's all innocent, don't worry." And Light oddly trusted that. Why do I trust him? He shouldn't trust me, this shouldn't even be happening, all of this is just...wrong. She thought, trying to convince herself.
She nodded, and said quietly, "yes, you can touch me, Ryuzaki."
His eyes left hers, and he set one hand gently on her shin. Even though the touch was above the layer of her pants, the light contact made goosebumps form on her body. He noticed her body react and smiled, "when we're alone, I want you to call me L." His fingers were cool on her warm skin, and they began massaging her shin, slowly working down to her bare foot. "You don't mind, do you?"
"The name or the massage?" Light was barely able to speak. Her body ached for him, but her head screamed for her to knock this shit off.
He chuckled, "both, I suppose." He brought his other hand in, and both began working on her foot. "You feel so tense, please relax and enjoy. I actually know what I'm doing." He wasn't lying - he expertly moved his fingers, incorporated his knuckles and then hands to rub and pull deeply. It seemed like he was massaging her feet for what felt like an hour. At one point, while continuing the massage, he looked up through his lashes into her eyes. A small smirk appeared on his face, possibly a reaction to how pleased she must have appeared. Light's face felt hot but the moment was so intimate that she didn't want to break the contact. She didn't notice when he stopped massaging her feet, and was climbing on top of her, moving cautiously, not taking his eyes off hers as he positioned himself between her legs. Her body was now fully against the mattress, except for her legs, which were bent at the knees and spread, with L between them. His face was merely inches from hers and she could smell the sweetness of the milkshake he had consumed on him. "Light, I would like very much to kiss you."
She almost chuckled, smiling instead, at how cute he was for asking permission. It was strange, she never had been asked like this before, and yet it was a turn-on. "Please do," she breathed agreeably. This is so wrong...she felt so conflicted, but the carnal urges prevailed over logic for her. He was initially hesitant, giving her the lightest of kisses on her lips, before applying a bit more force. His lips were cool and soft, fitting against hers perfectly. She felt his hand move up her body and lightly grab her chin, pulling her mouth against his more. She took the hint that he wanted more so she began kissing back a little more aggressively. She ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip, and she could feel him shudder against her. He wants me as much as I want him, she thought, relieved. His lips smashed against hers harder, and his hand slid behind her head, his fingers getting tangled in her hair. He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled back, allowing him full access into her mouth. His tongue tasted sweet in her mouth, and just as expertly his hands were, his tongue massaged against hers with just as much skill and thought. Light found that she was actually surprised by his skills. She moaned and his grip tightened in her hair. She fought back with her tongue, using it to explore his mouth, and when he attempted to re-take control, she pulled back slightly and bit down on his bottom lip. He hissed quietly, but the bite didn't deter him. The taste of sweetness and copper filled their mouths as they made out passionately. She wanted to feel him, all of him, so she slid her hands under his shirt, and then brought them down to his hips and began clawing at them. He moaned in return, and then abruptly broke away from the kiss.
"Do you want me, Light?" he asked her, his voice heavy with lust. Him just asking her caused a stir in her loins.
"Yes, so badly," she hated how she sounded almost as if she were begging, but she needed him. He smirked, then kissed her hard. "You want me too?" She questioned, almost shyly. Even though the circumstances of them being together wasn't the best, Light did feel some pride in knowing that the world's greatest detective, L, wanted her sexually.
"Touch me and you'll feel how much I want you," his voice was low. His mouth was back on hers, attacking and ravaging her lips and tongue. She slid her hands over the front of his body, starting high, and then bringer them lower until her hand was just over the bulge in his pants...
Bbbrrrrrrppppp bbbbrrrrpppp! His phone was vibrating violently on the floor next to his computer. He broke the kiss off quick, but was hesitant to move from between Light's legs. She nodded, internally furious at the interruption, and he looked at her apologetically. He scrambled to the phone, and answered it awkwardly.
"Yes?" he said. Light could hear the light sound of conversation on the other end of the line. "Hmmm, that is troubling. Yes, I'll look into this immediately." And with that, he clipped his phone shut, and then turned to look at Light. "The timing is horrendous, however, something of paramount has come up and it requires my immediate attention."
Light understood, but playfully pouted, "And here I thought I was of importance to you."
L flashed her a rare grin, and then approached her swiftly. He laid back on top of her, and kissed her deeply. "You absolutely are, but duty calls," his lips trailed from her lips, to her jawline, to her neck, slowly over her blouse, and even more slowly and painfully over her abdomen. "We will definitely continue this-" his lips kissed over her sex through her pants causing Light to moan out loud, "- soon." And then he pressed his mouth once more against her for good measure, before he turned on his heel, sat down on the floor, and began working on his laptop again.
