Kinds Persistence
Kind spent the rest of the day on the couch with L, constantly trying to put her head in his lap, but L would just push her off. Until she would try to hug him, or sit in his lap, then she would be pushed into the floor. At last Kind sulked with her head resting on the couch cushion, she would glance up at L and sigh and then back at the couch, she repeated this three times before falling to the floor with her face visible to L between his knees and sighing dramatically till he made eye contact. When he did she popped up placing her head between his knees, the action caused L to jump up and stand on the other cushion. "What are you trying to do?" he asked loudly. She only blinked at him for a long moment, before blushing madly and glaring at him angrily. "Well what can you possibly expect me to think with how you've been acting lately?" She widened her eyes before glaring again. "What do you mean 'like what?' you know exactly what I mean."
His cheeks turned a little pink thinking of all the chances he had lately to take advantage of her. "Is it because of your birthday?" he asked her, her blush faded slightly and her eyes carried a cute quizzical look. "Have you, are you, is it…" he sighed in frustration, without the ability to ask her the right question. 'Is it because she's eighteen now? I know that women usually sexually mature later in life but… this is out of hand. How do I deal with the problem when she's only trying to do what she's supposed to?' He rubbed his neck while gazing into her eyes. 'She's not a pet… she's a woman, and she probably wants to have a life, a family even… I'm sure her instincts are telling her to reproduce. But I can't deal with this right now.' His thoughts traveled back to the case. "Kind would you make a cake today? It's your birthday tomorrow so…whatever you like would be best." He smiled sweetly at her climbing down from the couch.
Kind lifted herself off the floor sneaking in a hug before he could push her away, 'Does she expect me to fulfill all her desires? How could I possibly do that when I'm too chicken to touch her…' he mentally kicked his own ass for all the mixed feelings he had for her. 'I don't want her to leave but I don't want her to stay, I won't let her be with another man but I won't touch her, I want her to stay by my side forever without question but I won't giver what she desires or children-… children? Kind would be a mother… the-! No L don't think it! If you think it, you'll want it…' he forced himself to discontinue this particular train of thought, but when he looked at her again he envisioned her with two children one holding her hand the other just a baby in her arms… and for a brief moment he imagined the impossibilities. 'my children…' he barely whispered it in his head, such a frail thought that just saying it out loud would shatter it into thousands of tiny pieces. His chest was heavy and felt hopeless, he turned his attention to the case more furiously thinking only of it, so not to disturb his confused feelings…
The overwhelming sent of vanilla cake was filling his nostrils, the sound of a knife hitting a cutting board could only mean strawberries. L sighed with a heavy chest. It was her birthday why was she making his favorite cake? Not that he was unhappy about getting to eat strawberry short cake. He put a thumbs to lips, 'If Matsuda slips up to the others they'll have one more reason to distrust me… keeping people hidden from them right under their noses.' The tapes were telling him nothing. There was no reason to suspect the two houses they were all clean and perfect. But this tight feeling in his chest was telling him that he wasn't wrong about Light… He just needed more time and he was already hatching a plan to buy that time.
The colorful walls in the hotel began to darken the shadows stretched and arched covering the whole room before he even knew it the scent of sweet baking goods was only a memory and the rooms were silent filled with an eerie green light from the television. When the last tape was played and the television fizz was on screen he looked around him, hoping to find a sleepy K sitting beside him but she was nowhere. L wasn't exactly tired but he meandered to her room anyhow catching a glimpse of a beautiful cake covered by a glass container with strawberries decorating it. When he peered inside her door he half expected her not to be there, but there was his Kind sleeping soundly hugging her pillow instead of sleeping on it, her wavy black hair tossed about like the blankets, she was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of grey sweatpants. J was asleep in the crook between her and her pillow and he fancied the thought of laying down with them in chronological order so that it would be J,K,L. A playful smile stretched across his lips, and gently he crawled into the bed taking the pillow from her hands and resting next to her.
Since she was missing her pillow now Kind sleepily stretched to search for it again, when her fingertips reached L she quietly pressed against him, he wrapped his arms around her embracing her with long fingers in her tussled hair. His sent was the only thing she could smell and it roused her from her slumber and she sleepily looked at him through half lidded eyes. He looked worried, like a child without his favorite toy before bed time, she buries her face in his broad chest and her tiny body seemed to be swallowed by his. J ambled over to the pair of them trying to fit his pudgy body between the two of them, and the three of them fell asleep together for what would be the last time in months.
