Okay so this chapter has a little more inside look of the "evil side" as I like to call it. I was going to expand more on it but then a certain duo wouldn't leave me alone so...you just have to read lol! Thanks to everyone and their awesome reviews and to everyone who hasn't reviewed but is reading this story! Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, I finished this while half-awake. Enjoy this chapter! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Death Note
Mikami paced back and forth in his home. The blank white walls stared back at him and what usually brought him a serene, calm feeling was now starting to feel maddening. The strict routine man was on the edge and was having to make some decisions that were crucial to his job or so he thought was crucial to his job. It was most important because he knew his job could be in jeopardy if he did not follow through with orders. It was not just the job it was also the benefit and the plus of what the end results would be.
Mikami did not mind his new position of power, but right now he was wishing that he did not have to be in that position at that moment. Sure the pay was nice and the chance of having what he wanted was even nicer, but this pressure was starting to get to him. His anonymous caller, the man he kept in touch with on a daily basis was becoming more and more agitated. Mikami knew that if he did not make a move sometime soon, he could kiss everything goodbye.
"Tomorrow," Mikami talked to the walls, as if expecting them to respond back.
"Tomorrow I will put the plan into motion and I will get what I want, he will get what he wants, and everything will be just fine."
L yawned as he stirred more sugar into his coffee. It was Monday morning and like most Monday mornings, that meant getting the kids up and off to school. Light was flipping eggs in a pan and getting breakfast ready. He was humming a little tune and L glared at him, it was nice to know that someone was able to get sleep. L couldn't blame anyone but himself since he stayed up so late and only caught about thirty minutes of sleep. He was used to it but for some reason he felt very drained.
"Maybe you can get a decent night sleep tonight," Light said, scooping the eggs out of the pan and depositing them onto a plate. He started a fresh batch of eggs and went to the cabinets to pull out a box of pancake mix.
L mumbled something incoherently and sipped on his coffee, hoping the caffeine would wake him up a bit. He wished he could call in sick, but unfortunately for him, he had to be in to work that morning.
"We only have the blueberry mix," Light said, putting the pancake mix on the counter and reaching inside another cabinet for a mixing bowl.
L waved his hand, "that's fine."
Light chuckled and pulled out the bowl, setting it down before walking behind L and wrapping his arms around the grouchy man.
"Take a day off if you are so tired."
L coughed a few times, "what?"
"Take the day off, call in sick. You have sick days, right?"
L nodded his head.
"Good, then do it."
"I'm surprised, I would think that you would be the one to never call in or miss a day," L sarcastically said.
Light rolled his eyes and kissed the top of L's head, the soft but wild hair rubbing against his face. Light released him and went back over to the counter to start making the pancake batter.
"Normally I wouldn't but sometimes you need a little break, I think you need more of a break than anyone else in this house," Light said, measuring out the pancake mix and tossing it inside the bowl.
L played with his spoon as he stirred his coffee about, adding another sugar cube, "yeah."
"So are you going to?"
L pondered over this, would they really need him to teach today? Would his students be terribly disappointed that he was not there to educate them to be brighter and more intelligent beings? Probably not, they would probably cheer and go run off to do something else they might need to get done. L sighed and pushed his coffee cup away, it probably would not kill him to take one day off. Maybe if he took the day off he could-L stopped his thoughts and then grinned.
"I'll take the day off," he announced.
Light was finished making the pancake batter and walked over to the stove, a hot pan was waiting for him and he was just about ready to ladle the batter into the pan.
"That's great!"
"On one condition," L smiled as he watched Light's features fall.
"Oh?"
"Light-kun has to take the day off as well."
L waited for Light's reaction and he didn't have to wait long. The law student almost dropped the bowl and steadied it quickly in his hands.
"No way! I can't miss my classes today," he protested.
L shook a finger at him, "but it is okay for me to miss teaching?"
"You didn't sleep!"
"Neither did you."
Light snorted, "I get more hours of sleep at night than you do."
L pulled his knees closer to his chest and bit down on his finger that he was waving, "if you say so."
"How would you know?" Light turned around and poured the batter into the pan. He placed the bowl down and grabbed a spatula, waiting for the right moment to flip the pancakes. The eggs that were cooking were deposited on top of the other batch of eggs and the burner was turned off.
"I watch Light-kun when he sleeps."
Light shuddered, "that's good to know that I have you watching me twenty-four seven."
"I wouldn't exaggerate that much," L said.
Light flipped the pancakes and smiled when they were cooked just right on the one side.
"You watch me when I sleep? That's pretty creepy, even for you."
"Light-kun looks innocent."
"And what am I guilty of when awake?" Light looked over his shoulder at his lover who had a teasing smile on his face.
"I could list everything but it would be too long."
Light turned to face back to the stove and shrugged, "whatever L, you should sleep instead of watching me."
"We could do other things today if you stay home."
L knew he hit the mark with that one as he watched Light flip the pancake too high, the fluffy circle went flying too high into the air and landed on the kitchen floor.
"Light-kun should pay attention or else there will be no more pancakes for breakfast," L remarked, looking at the pancake on the floor sadly.
Light gripped the spatula tightly; it was taking all his restraint not to hit L over the head with the cooking utensil. With as much concentration and patience he could muster, Light finished the pancakes and staked them neatly on a clean plate. He turned the burner off and went to the fridge, pulling out fresh strawberries, some butter and pancake syrup. He placed the three items on the table and then went over to get the stack of large pancakes.
"They smell good and look delicious," L praised Light's cooking, his hands reaching right away for the syrup but he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Light asked, bringing over the plate of eggs and a stack of toast he made not too long ago.
"May I have another plate?"
Light shrugged and went to get him another plate along with a fork. He placed them both down and L divided the pancake stack in half, putting the other half onto the other plate. One stack he used just syrup and a lot of it, the next he asked for Light to get the whipped cream (which he did) and began to place strawberries on top and then globs of the sweet cream.
Light calmly spread butter onto his toast and tried to ignore the cavity prone food items that were in front of L. How one could eat that much sugar and not get sick, he didn't even know and nor did he want to try and find out for himself.
L shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth and began to chew away happily at them. Light enjoyed watching the pleased look that spread over L's face. It was fun because L was normally calm and assertive with most things, so seeing him happy over food was something else. Light noticed that L's eyes would glisten for four things, when he (Light) was around, when the kids were in his presence, when he was eating sweets, and when they had sex. Sure L would smile and tease but it was one thing to watch his eyes light up in enjoyment.
"What?" L asked with his mouth filled with another forkful of the sticky syrup and cakes.
Light shook his head and smiled, "nothing, don't worry about it."
L shrugged and went back to his food, digging in happily. He loved it when Light made him breakfast, which seemed like always, but he loved it when Light made him pancakes and ONLY him pancakes. Even though they were made with cheap 'just add water' in a box mixture, L still knew that they were filled with lots of love. He was sure if he said that to Light, Light would probably wind up smacking him across the room. Or maybe it was filled with 'I love you but you are getting on my nerves right now' love, considering that L always managed to irk Light when cooking.
L could have a ten page list if he wanted of all the times Light had become angry with him while in the kitchen. L couldn't help it; he liked being in the kitchen when Light cooked, especially when it was things he enjoyed to eat. L would always say something to make Light lose focus on his cooking and would send the former detective out of the kitchen sulking. Light would also yell at L for getting into the bowls filled with cake batter or the icing of whatever dessert he was making. That infuriated Light the most because L would wind up with flour all over him or icing smeared on his white shirt or all over his face and fingers. How he wound up with flour all over him, even L could not even give an answer for that. One minute he would have his face in the batter bowl and the next he was coated with some cooking ingredient.
Even though there were a lot of fights in the kitchen, there was also temptation. There had been many times L wanted to rip Light's shirt off and rub icing all over his chest and lick it off. L wish Light would do the same to him but Light did not enjoy sweet things very much and L did not want to be covered in potato chips or anything salty. They would not be able to have food sex because their tastes were so different. L sighed, that was really disappointing but he was able to get around it, it wasn't the end of the world.
"Something wrong?" Light asked, pushing his eggs around his plate.
L looked up from his pancakes, "hmm?"
"You were sighing a few times and had a sad look in your eyes."
L twirled the fork between his fingers, "just thinking."
"That's apparent; tell me something I didn't know."
"I was thinking how I will never be able to have food sex with Light-kun," L sadly said, sighing deeper this time.
Light, who was taking a sip of his coffee, had to turn his head as he spewed it out and began to cough, "w-what the hell?!"
L picked up a napkin and reached across the table, handing it to him. Light grabbed the napkin out of his hand and wiped his mouth, coughing a few more times. Light stood up and grabbed a few sheets of paper towel and began to clean up his mess.
"That's what you were thinking about this whole time?!"
L nodded his head.
"Do I even…no, just nevermind."
"Does Light-kun not agree then?"
Light paused in mid-cleanup. Would they ever have food sex? It never crossed his mind before because it was not something he ever considered. They did have different tastes and knowing L, Light would have to cover L in whipped cream and lick it off of him. Thinking about the soft, sugary white substance made his stomach flip. Sure he could handle maybe a little bit of it, but a whole lot? No. Then there would be Light's food choice and nothing would destroy a mood more than covering their partner in salt and herbs. Light snorted with laughter at that thought.
"Is something amusing?"
Light shook his head and resumed cleaning, "no, nothing."
"You were thinking about what I said."
Light didn't respond and L pressed on.
"What would you use?"
"What would I use?" Light brought the sopped up paper towels to the trash bin and threw them inside. He walked over to the sink and proceeded to wash his hands.
"I don't know, you know I don't like sweets," L 'hmphed' at this and Light continued. "Anything else would seem…awkward."
"Light-kun likes fruit."
Light finished washing his hands and dried them on the dish towel, "yeah, I suppose."
"That has sugar."
"But it is good for you," he countered.
"Only the strawberries," L muttered darkly.
Light smiled, "and the blueberries you are eating."
L stabbed his pancakes, "only because they are mixed with this."
"Whatever L, whatever," Light waved him off, sitting back down to finish his breakfast.
Light was glad that L was not taking this conversation to heart and if he was, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. Light wondered if L really wanted to do something else when it came time to their nightly activities and sometimes daytime activities. L did not bring up things without a reason or purpose so maybe he was serious. If that was the case, maybe Light would be able to bend or even come to a compromise just once to see how it would turn out.
"Light-kun."
"Yeah?"
"I was not serious."
Light just sat there and blinked.
"I know you were probably wondering if I was serious and if you should compromise," L practically read his thoughts.
"Geez, would you stay inside your own head," Light crossed his arms over his chest.
L smiled, "you're easy to read."
Light ignored L and finished his breakfast and whatever coffee was left in his cup. They remained quiet until they were finished with their meals. They could hear the four pre-teens bustling upstairs trying to get ready. It would only be a matter of moments before their peace and quiet was shattered and chaos would be unleashed.
"So are you still calling off?" Light asked, picking up his dirty dishes and bringing them to the sink.
L followed suit, "only if Light-kun does the same."
Light placed the dishes into the sink and turned the water on. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before nodding, "fine."
L grinned and was about to express his joy in the answer but, as predicted, chaos unleashed and four very hungry pre-teens came storming down the stairs and went charging into the kitchen.
A person cackled as they sat in the darkness of their home. It had all been way too easy to accomplish the short-term goals. Now the person only had to think about the long-term goals, which was going to be a bit trickier. He was after all very impatient and did not like to wait for things to be done. If he had his way, he would have done everything himself.
The man crept through the dark dwelling before picking up the phone and twirling it in his hand. He always had to be the one to call and check up on the progress. He was rarely greeted with calls in return to see what was going on, this made him very mad. He granted Mikami Teru power to accomplish his goals without having to leave or be seen.
Ironically, he had no power at all; it was just a matter of sheer manipulation. The man laughed loudly, how easy it was to control other humans into believing lies to where they saw it as a truth. He was surprised how easily everything was and was amused by how stupid business', corporations, and the government ran things. If he knew it was this easy, he would have went ahead with the plan quite a while ago. But it was best not to dwell on things like that.
For now though, the man had a lot more planning to do and a lot more seeded lies and manipulation to plant inside people's minds. And if Mikami Teru did not follow through with his orders, the Japanese prosecutor could quite possibly seeing the end of his power trip and maybe even his life pretty soon.