Redeemer
By: PhoenixJustice
Disclaimer: Death Note is not owned by me, sadly. I only own this story and make no profit from this, other than my own yaoi loving, L loving, Light loving (and Mello, Near, Matt and Ryuk loving pleasure.)
Warning: M for sexual content, slash, language, L, Wedy and Aiber's real names, etc
Pairing: Light/L, (secondary pairings remain to be seen)
Setting: After the end of the anime/manga, then during the time that they were handcuffed together.
Summary: Light has been given another chance at life, but it remains to see whether or not he will do anything with it. Continue being Kira or… Will redemption be found where he did not expect?
----- "Blah, blah." ----- is for flashbacks.
A/N1: I am giving you all a little snippet of an original story I am working on, one which I hope to complete and work on getting published, for it is has been my dream for a long time now to be a full-time writer for a living. Tell me what you think;
--- He cradles the bundle in one hand, carefully walking directly in front of the door, mindful that he didn't slip on some mud and knocks. Thunder was the only sound that he could hear, but he knew that there still had to be some of those creatures out there; he hadn't managed to get them all, and they hadn't managed to get him…yet.
He ignores the pain and the blood that was steadily dripping down his sides as he waited. He bangs on the door louder; hoping and praying to all of the Higher Ones that he would be heard. If he had had the energy, he could have just opened it with a spell, with his powers at his fullest he could have done so easily; but as it was, he barely had enough energy to stay upright and hold his precious bundle, than to do a spell.
Another light seems to come on and he hears grumbling and footsteps; even injured his hearing was still better than most peoples. He could hear what the person, a man, was saying as he was walking forward.
'WHAT in the bleeding hell could it be at this hour, in this bloody storm?' said the man, making a smile come to the man's face on the other side. 'It better not be one of Redscithe's men looking for shelter from this shite, I swear; I'll boot his ass out the do—'
The said door opens as the man turns the knob and stares for a moment out it, lightning flashes and he was able to see the shape more clearly; he lets out a cry. -----
(The story is a mixture of fantasy, post-apocalyptic future with some medieval aspects along with some slash and het, elves and dragons in ways you've never seen, etc. Let me know what you thought of that little snippet. D)
A/N2: I'll write any kind of L/Light one shot for the first person to figure out what the chapter says. P
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Part Nine-
Après une nuit de désir, quoi venir voisin ?
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Something seemed to be bothering Wedy, but he didn't know what. He glances at her over his cup of coffee; it was too early in the morning for wine, even for a Frenchman. And he never overindulged when he had a job to do and he was still on L's clock, so he wasn't going to overdue things and mess things up with a man who held surmountable evidence over his head.
He quite admired L's tenacity; that, and the fact that L was blackmailing him quite well, kept him from doing a many other things that he could be doing. He never thought about giving L's position away, blackmail or no; he quite liked the strange (and strangely young) man and didn't want to betray his confidence or trust.
Tierry Morello always kept his word…at least to those it mattered, even if it was under the guise of 'Aiber'. He didn't do the things he did for the money; he had already been quite rich when he started doing cons and things.
No, he did it for the thrill.
The excitement that it could bring, well, that was worth going through a lot of things. He was content with his life, personal and professional, ready to face whatever was brought his way, or whatever he himself brought over.
He blows on the top of his coffee and heads over to the living area where the detectives usually gathered at. Luckily they had left earlier and were working on a strong lead that Aiber had managed to gather for them, along with Wedy's help on surveillance and bugging. Her skills came quite in handy and he hadn't yet seen someone who worked as smooth and fluid as she did. Nothing that had come her way so far had yet to seem like any sort of a challenge, as far as he could tell—and he was quite good at spotting things, part of his 'profession'.
Tierry had always been good at noticing the little things, even when he was younger. His parents, well his mother , hadn't liked his adventurous self; she had wanted him to live the pampered and sheltered life, wanting to shield her only son from the world—and not wanting him to mix with the more 'common' folk of the fair city of Paris.
His father, on the other hand, had always been an active huntsman and had rock climbed in many of the famous mountains, had skied and the like and wanted his son to be like him, to always take things head on, never be afraid of anything and fight until the end.
He missed them; it had been a little over two years since they had both died in a car crash, something so sudden that had shook his world.
He shakes his head of these thoughts and sits next to the lady thief. She looks up startled as he sits down, apparently quite absorbed in…whatever it was that was getting her thinking so hard.
"Wedy?" Since it was just them two in the room right now, he chose to speak English and forget the honorifics that the Japanese were so big on and he suspected that Wedy was too caught up in her thoughts to really notice either way. "Perhaps you would like to get something off of your chest?"
She looks at him hard for a moment, her mouth starting to open, but the sound of quick footsteps in their direction stopped her and got both her and Aiber's attention. L was plodding along like he always did, with Light in tow, both looked as if they hadn't got a lot of sleep; not like this was new, especially on L, but there was something…different about it, though he couldn't put his finger on it. But, L never actually looked tired, there were shadows under his eyes, sure, but L himself never looked as if he was looking forward to a whole night's sleep, at least from what Aiber could gather.
He certainly didn't, when turning to glance at Wedy, to see a blush suffuse her face and for her to avert her rather pretty eyes from the sight of the world's three greatest detectives and his top Kira suspect. What the hell?
"Hello, Wedy-san, Aiber-san, Bonjour; je espoir tu avoir pas attendre depuis." (Good morning; I hope that you have not waited long.) said L, surprising Aiber on just how smoothly the man could transition from Japanese to French so fluently, especially at the hour of the morning, and could speak French so well also.
Although Aiber was French, something L had always known, and had first…come into contact with L (a simplified way of saying, instead of the fact that he had been caught by the man) in France, L had spoken English that day, as did Aiber. The fact that L could go from flawless Japanese to flawless French without a moment's pause let Aiber know that the man was everything that people said he was—and more. (Not that he didn't believe the stories, though some were rather hard to believe…)
Looking from Wedy (who was still blushing like a little schoolgirl), to L (who looked as unruffled as ever), to Light who looked torn between nervousness and amusement.
…Just what the hell had he missed?
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The morning had started out well, (or as well as could be when all the members in the room were working to catch a mass-murderer whom the people dubbed Kira.) with the detectives going over new file information that Mogi had painstakingly organized down to the last detail (all without a murmur of complaint) and L had sent Wedy off to do more reconnaissance on each of the Yotsuba group's homes in turn (still not quite looking either the detective or his suspect in the eyes); Aiber meanwhile had also left at L's request, going to talk to Namikawa as Eraldo Coil (another one of L's aliases; one of the top three detectives in the world, along with L and L's other alias, Danuve.) and try and set up some sort of meeting with the Yotsuba group who had called Coil in hopes of taking down L.
Not knowing that all along, L was also Coil and Aiber was acting as Coil. Light had been watching the camera surveillance closely, ready for that one thing that would lead Higuchi to dig his own grave (something that Light wouldn't feel bad about; the man was the epitome of everything that had made Light keep using the Death Note in the first place) or to distract L or one of the others if some sort of remark was made that could possibly be connected to Light.
He rather doubted it, since Higuchi didn't know him personally, but with the Yotsuba group looking at Misa as a potential client of theirs, it put her close to them and they might learn something from her, even accidentally. Light felt quite glad that L had been making Misa keep her distance from the building, or at least the floor he and L stayed on.
He felt tired of having to continually rebuff her advances—in the nicest way of course; he had had to keep her strategically close as much as possible, as she had knowledge that could damage him irrevocably. She didn't have her memories of being the Second Kira at the moment, this much he knew because of the point that everyone was in the investigation and his own memories of what had happened before. The Yotsuba conversations were pretty much exactly as he remembered them (and he had an astounding memory). There were only a few things that had changed. Like…
He turns and glances over at L, jumping back a little in his chair, startled, as L turns to look at him in the exact same moment. He averts his face, hating, and fighting, the unmanly blush that wanted to suffuse his face. The night before had been nothing short of surprising, amazing and rather discomforting all at once; and the very latter was because of the disconcerting feelings he had felt afterwards.
He knew a lot of things; he could say this without pride (even if no one would believe that) and he knew that he had been having conflicting feelings about the man since he got back here (which he was very curious as to how he did and why), but he hadn't thought that they would be so strong or potent; not realizing, (or not admitting to himself, if truth be told) that his feelings for the detective were starting to develop on a different level, stronger, deeper; he thought that he might be, could possibly be, falling for the man—and that was scaring the hell out of him.
Not just, or not really, because of Lawliet himself, but just the word love in general never failed to make him shudder and/or roll his eyes and scoff at the fact. Not because he didn't think love didn't entirely exist, though he had been quite skeptical (probably more so than the existence of a Shinigami—which had been much easier to accept), but usually it was something that girls tended to spout off about (Misa was a perfect example) and it didn't seem something like that someone could truly feel in equal measure. Just how could you know that you were in love with a person? Was there something definable in the person or perhaps a feeling in your heart?
He gulps slightly, trying to focus on the conversation on the monitor in front of him, finding it difficult to remain concentrated on it. If Light had to say the moment that he knew (which made his heart beat all funny and his brain wanted to scoff at, but couldn't) was the moment when he had allowed himself to be held in Lawliet's arms, L who was all compliant and warm and had looked at Light just so… God, this was so fitting.
Fucking ironic to realize that for the first time you are truly feeling something for a person, feeling something which you've never felt before, feeling something that cannot be equaled to something else and then to know it's to the one person who it shouldn't be. Fucking fitting and he hated it as much as he was coming to find that he loved the enigmatic figure known to all in the room as 'Ryuuzaki' or 'L' but was known as Lawliet to Light in his head and his traitorous heart.
It hurt like a son of a bitch because he had no idea what the other man was thinking or feeling, other than lust. They hadn't said anything to each other in the ways of love or anything of that sort. It was a bitter pill to swallow that L had probably just seen it as a way to find release and a way to keep his prime suspect close; there was no way for him to know what Lawliet was feeling; he couldn't just up and ask him (especially with everyone else in the room) and even if he did somehow get an answer from the man—he couldn't be sure that it wasn't just another fabrication made by L to snare in Kira further.
Someone, surely, was laughing at him right now—and he wouldn't be surprised if that someone had red eyes and loved apples.
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The morning had gone (now mostly) smoothly, though Light gave no outward appearances to what he was feeling, so L or the other detectives couldn't ask him about it. He was rather good at a poker face, as was L, though L had a disconcerting way on being able to zero in on the smallest thing, whether it was a facial expression or a small remark; the man was brilliant (despite what his eccentric look might say about him) and knew exactly what he was doing.
He had been able to focus well again, though he kept shooting Lawliet annoyed looks because the man kept nudging a piece of cake at him (why wasn't he eating it?). When Light actually deigned to look over at him, he saw a total of 5 empty saucers with what was obviously cake (or the small crumbs that had somehow survived the black hole that was L), four empty tea cups (with one halfway gone, sitting on L's left) and one piece of chocolate cake that looked as if it was smothered with chocolate on top.
Lawliet looks at him with an expectant look on his face.
"Finally, I have gotten Light-kun's attention; I had the piece of cake left over and thought that perhaps Light-kun might like a small break after staring at his screen so hard for so long." Remarked Lawliet, still nudging the piece of cake at Light's hand while Light looked at him with a mixture of astonishment and amusement, not sure just what to feel. "I thought that…you might like it."
Light blinks dubiously. Was Lawliet, in that ever strange manner of his, actually trying to give something to Light and show some sort of affection towards him? Because of last night? Even if it was just a piece of cake—though L wouldn't see it that way, no matter the cause—it actually managed to touch Light, showing the teen just how hard and how far he had fallen for the man.
He tries to scowl but the look on the man stops him and he gives Lawliet a tired smile, accepting the insistent offering from the detective and picking up the fork on the saucer. Even if he had never liked sweets very much (one thing that he differed from Lawliet in), he figured the least thing he could do was to eat it—take a few bites at least. His heart starts to beat a little faster when L gives him a small smile in return when he takes a bite and he decides to mess with the detective a little—that was always fun.
He pulls the fork out of his mouth slowly, never taking his eyes off the detective as he pulls it in again and takes it out again, his tongue licking all of the chocolate off in slow motions that he saw had Lawliet mesmerized on his mouth. He inwardly smirks and gives himself a point to the silent game that was Light vs. Lawliet.
Even if he didn't want the man's death anymore, and he didn't, they were still always trying to find ways to one up each other and because of their actions the night before , which had also included Light receiving a startling good blowjob, coming hard at the sight of Lawliet in between his legs, mouth feeling so fucking incredible, and rubbing against the sheets so blatantly, moaning around Light's erection as he worked his hips as they both came so hard that Light felt that he might never come down. The memory of it made his erection twitch and he was glad that Lawliet's eyes were glued to his face and not to his crotch; it wouldn't do good to have a raging hard-on with everyone else in the room.
Though if L would lead them into another room for one excuse or another and decided to 'take care' of it, well…then who was he to refuse?
But in the next moment something grabs all of their attention; Misa comes running into the room, with Mogi-san in tow—him having to act as her manager now that Matsuda's cover had been shot all to hell and back.
"Light! Higuchi is Kira!"
His eyes widen and the fork falls to a clatter to the floor, forgotten, as he and L both whip their heads to look at her. She looked very happy with herself and Light knew where this moment came into play—and couldn't believe that he had missed the exchange in the car with her and Higuchi. From the look on L's face, he had too. Lawliet had been so caught up in trying to get Light's attention and Light had been quite absorbed in his own thoughts as well as trying to watch his screen which had the Yotsuba group's meeting room on it, that he hadn't noticed.
Well, hell.
L starts to open his mouth to speak to Misa (and Light had a good feeling he knew what L was going to ask) when a noise behind L gets their attention. The monitor in front of L lights up and the L symbol blazes on it. Light now knew that this was Watari on the other side of it.
"Ryuuzaki, I am turning the monitors on the new camera's that Wedy has finished installing; there is something that you need to see right now." Everyone could hear the urgency in Watari's voice, even Misa and they all come quickly to where L and Light were sitting at.
The screens flicker for half a second before coming on to show the slumped form of Hatori, one of the suspects to be the Third Kira. Light could hear the collective little gasps of shocks from Misa and the detectives behind him and Lawliet. L looked as detached as he always did (other than the look Lawliet had been giving him personally a few moments earlier).
L leans forward and talks into the microphone.
"How long has he been down Watari?"
The answer came immediately. "Less than a minute, Ryuuzaki; he had been about to open the door to go outside his home," Hatori was lying crookedly in front of his slightly ajar door. "And he collapsed; I got up the feed as soon as I was able to."
"Of course," remarked L, as if he was assuring the man that he didn't expect anything less. "You did a good job. Now what els—"
"Wait! Here! Look!" The screen's start to change and soon on all of the monitors, every single member of the Yotsuba group was on there, all collapsed on their floors in their respective houses, all with their eyes wide open and glazed over; dead.
Including Higuchi.
"B-but," stammered Matsuda. "Misa-Misa, you just said that Higuchi was—"
"He is! Was…I—" she looked for a loss of words as Light glanced at her, though he had the absolute feeling that she had nothing to do with this; he had always been able to read her very openly, not like it was a very hard thing to do, especially for him because she was so enamored with him.
This was something that Light did not expect. Just what the hell was going on? He didn't like not being in the know about things—
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"Delete! Delete! Delete!" Laughter follows as the hand trails across the page, many, many names getting written down in quick succession. He wipes a stray strand of black hair away from his face, turning his head up from the red& Death Note to look at the imposing figure behind him.
"So I've done a good thing then, Rem? Do you think I have pleased the God, our Kira, our Savior?" He asked, passion infusing his tone as he looked at the female shinigami.
Rem looks down at him, a smile on her face. The entire Yotsuba group was dead and Misa had been nowhere near when it happened to them all, so it couldn't be blamed on her or Light Yagami. Misa was safe. She looks at the young human. She supposed he was good looking to other humans, though as a Shinigami she was supposed to stave off any sort of humanly desire of that sort. He helped her wholeheartedly, for the cause of Kira (which Rem only cared about because of Misa) and was willing to do whatever she said, because she said it was all for Kira, to do the world Justice.
It was something that left a distasteful taste on her tongue, but she was willing to do anything (even to sacrifice her own life) to make sure that Misa was safe; and if that meant helping Light Yagami to this extent, even if she hadn't been able to speak with him in awhile, and to do recruit this young man in his stead, then she was more than willing.
Anything for Misa.
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&-- There are red and white Death Notes as well as black, though they are rarer, this is stated in the How to use rules of the Death Note.
A/N: XD I added a little twist didn't I? Even –I— didn't expect it to turn out like it did, but I'm happy with the way it's going. Yes, I included Mikami in this. XD But it will be completely different than what I am doing in Untold. I have many plans for both fics. XD And they are going in different directions, ones that I am QUITE loving. D
This chapter turned out long, as I try to do; once I've started, I can't stop until I've stopped it at just the right place. The only problem I have is starting, I have to admit to being lazy when it comes to starting the beginning of the chapter, BUT once I DO start, I am on a roll until I get to the right point where I want to stop the chapter and I felt that was the best place to stop it at. P
There will be more of the L/Light variety so don't get down! (Though Lawliet getting down on Light is quite the sight to imagine in one's mind. XDD That nearly made me blush writing it, lol.) I hope the cake interaction was enjoyable between them, I liked writing it. P
Hope you enjoyed; things are happening that I don't think you'll expect at all…and I won't say if that's good or bad. That would give away too much of it and I want you all to squirm in anticipation. XD
Stay tuned! D
--PhoenixJustice
