Kira's Secret Revealed - Chapter 10
Oh, right. The video was still running.
Light got up and looked around for the chair they had pushed away during their little fight when his features froze.
Matsuda cleared his throat lightly from the end of the row where he had been sitting the whole time, watching in amusement. The smirky grin on his face seemed to be something between embarrassed, bemused and aroused.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Matsuda?" L's voice sounded as monotone and indifferent as always, calmly looking up at him. Light frantically hurried away from L, even though the voice of reason told him that by now, this was not really making a difference.
"It was better than the video," the policeman replied with a smile and a shrug. Then he audibly zipped the fly of his pants in front of him, and left the room without another word, the ambiguous grin still etched on his face.
"The report is finished," he called happily, as the door clicked shut.
Light, mortified, didn't know where to look, so he averted his eyes and found his way back to the video they were supposed to be watching.
"Matsuda, you idiot." he muttered under his breath.
On the computer screen, Kira and L were kissing wildly, L now in fluffy handcuffs instead of the stockade.
"Holy dooley! This was the best sex I ever had. Dear god save the Queen!" L interrupted the passionate display.
"I have to admit, you too are the best lay I ever had," replied Kira, "And I'm a demon!"
"But what happens now, Lucius? Will you put me to death for opposing you?"
The demon gave his victim another, almost tender, kiss.
"And lose my favourite toy? How would I kill my boredom then?" He danced his spindly fingers across L's chest. "There are, however, certain consequences to our game."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you will find out soon enough." Lucius produced a pair of keys from somewhere offscreen and opened the handcuffs. The special effects budget seemed to have been drained, since the editors didn't try to sandwich in another unnecessary poof sound.
"You are... letting me go?" the detective asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Only what you set free, may return to you."
L stared for a while at Kira, who lay languidly on the their pallet made of colourful cushions and blankets, looking seductively up at him, playing with the removed handcuffs. After a moment that seemed just a little too long, L picked up his coat and ran for the door, before Kira would change his mind.
The demon giggled like a teenage girl.
The shot cut to L running up a dark staircase, eerily lit by a flickering torch in his hand.
"Where did he get the torch?" asked L
"He's L. He's prepared for anything. Are you not?"
"I would certainly have used an electric torch."
"That's because you have no sense for ambiance."
"I do have a sense of practicality."
"Are we really going to make fun of this video again?"
"Perhaps. It appears to almost be over."
They both turned their attentions back to the screen.
L arose from the dungeon into the street, snuffing the torch in a puddle in the alley. The sun was just beginning to rise.
As L walked he lit a pipe, trenchcoated and knickerbockered in his ghastly Sherlock Holmes ensemble that for some reason had magically been restored to a spotless, untorn state. Suddenly, a narrator, who had never appeared in the movie before, and sounded suspiciously like the actor who played Kira began to speak in a low, dramatic tone, "That night, fleeing from Kira's lair, the master detective L never guessed he was carrying away with him the very evil he had wished to destroy. Thanks to him, this evil would at last be able to spread across the world."
The scene cut to black and the credits began to roll.
"That certainly was... something." Light said. He couldn't pretend that he had not enjoyed at least parts of it. The actors were attractive, at least he liked to think "L's" actor to be attractive and even "his" actor didn't look too bad if he had just undressed at some point instead of keeping on his whore outfit. And they did TRY to have a plot, music, costumes, and effects, even if they were all horrible. L felt somewhat the same. Sherlock L was stupid and insulting, but he couldn't say that the time spent watching him had been completely without enjoyment.
"I'm not sure what happened at the end," L said, scrolling through the messages on the board under the video and paging through Matsuda's report, "Is L a demon now? Does he have a curse? Could Kira not have been more specific about the type of evil?"
"It's an open ending," Light sighed, "It just lets you decide for yourself."
"I see," L answered absently.
It didn't really seem like the end of the conversation so Light stayed where he was as L scrolled and clicked silently on the computer for a few minutes. Light was almost ready to leave and get something for breakfast, when he spoke again.
"Do you want to view any of the the other 26 parts in the series?"
Their eyes met and they chuckled slightly.
"Yes."
THE END