I'm gonna have to make another poll asking about how to end it. I've done the canon thing and this fic really was just meant for fun...it isn't even supposed to be this long. I'm not adverse to A/U it would just take a lot more thought.
Well, here's the next chapter.
The room was silent as we entered and headed for our seats which were still right next to each other from the night before. Aware they were staring at us, I pulled my chair back to my terminal and sat, bringing my legs up and tucking my knees under my chin automatically. Fuck shit pain ohmygod. I lowered my feet slowly and planted them firmly on the floor. That forty percent would be over-rules by the percent I lost due to the pain generated by sitting in that position. To put it mildly, my ass was killing me. I glared resentfully in Light's direction and watched as Watari came in with a tray of sweets and pulled a large piece of cake from it sullenly.
I took a deep breath, pulling myself together and ignoring the stares from around the room. Most of them were confused but Matsuda's eerily understood and I purposefully ignored him. He could blow this for me, for Light, and he probably wouldn't even be aware of the foul he'd be committing. "What were you two fighting about?" I heard and turned to face the speaker, Soichiro Yagami.
I didn't hesitate in telling him the truth as I said, "I accused him of being Kira, again." He looked at Light whose expression gave nothing away and then he fell silent, rolling his eyes and getting back to the stack of papers in front of us. The truth was that no one wanted to ask if we were kissing because no one was sure they saw it happen. Later, they might get up the nerve to ask each other – but no one would dare ask Soichiro. It was likely they'd forget about it and say it couldn't have been real, just a trick of the light or something. Maybe their eyesight was going? Aizawa looked about ready to get a checkup when he'd first seen us, and I was willing to bet he'd be our biggest obstacle out of all of them. If any of them were going to bring it up, my money was on him.
About half an hour later Light pulled out his cell phone and gestured towards the monitors showing Misa's room. One of her friends was over again and I nodded, getting up cautiously so as to minimize the pain. The others were obviously curious, but it didn't matter and I turned the sound off to Misa's room and pocketed the controller. "I just need to call her," Light said. "And it's a bit of an embarrassing conversation so I'd rather have it in…" he cast me a glare, "as much privacy as possible."
As the others nodded, not really understanding, we left the room and headed down a few hallways before he called her. I stayed a few feet away, doubting he'd want the mistress around when trying to smooth things over with the girlfriend. It was hard not to think of it that way even though I knew it wasn't how he felt about the situation. I also didn't really want to overhear the conversation, I'd probably wind up feeling guilty again and it might start up another fight with Light. After a few more moments he hung up the phone, face looking grim. "She's going to forgive me, but she wants to see me face to face now…and apparently she has something for me."
I shrugged and turned so our route would intercept hers to the main office and he continued speaking. "She's bringing down a piece of 'birthday cake' and it's some kind of rule that if I don't have some of the cake it means bad luck for her, so she is making me have some. I have the feeling that if I don't at least try it she'll take it the wrong way and assume I don't want to be with her…" he trailed off and I knew what he was thinking. I wanted to tell him not to take it, and he wanted to hear me say it, but I didn't and he sighed. "For the sake of the case…I'll accept the cake. She has to live here anyway, right?"
I nodded and when we did run into her she was carrying a small box like it were made of glass, precious to her in some way and completely breakable if dropped. She handed him the box and a fork and watched as he opened to what looked like a really good chocolate cake. I definitely needed to be elsewhere since Misa was pretending I didn't exist…and I really just wanted the cake, and I had a feeling Light didn't appreciate it. He took the first bite and grimaced at how sweet it was, which probably meant it was really, really good as Misa chatted him up about how Midori was doing. Finally, after finishing almost half of the cake, he managed to convince her he and I needed to get back inside for work. Since she was still pretending I didn't exist, this didn't go over too well and she kissed him on the lips, taking him by surprise and jamming her tongue down his throat.
It was natural for her to act like this. She'd been cheated on, so she was feeling insecure, and I looked away as Light barely kissed her back and managed to get her off of him without hurting her or her feelings too badly. She made him promise he'd finish the cake and then visit her when he was done with work and then she headed off, looking happier than I thought she ought to with the exchange that had just taken place. As we headed back to the main office in silence his hand with the cake wandered towards a trash bin and I said, "No!" I made a grab for it, rescuing it and the fork and holding it carefully.
He chuckled, "It's all yours, but I wouldn't put it past Misa to have poisoned it." I looked at him oddly and thought, if it's poisoned then we're both getting it, I doubt she'd poison you. I didn't say it aloud, just took a bite of the cake. "Have it your way, then…" and we opened the door, heading into the office yet again. Hopefully that was the last time we'd disappear together considering the circumstances, we didn't need them jumping to more conclusions.
I tossed the empty plate in the trash as I approached my seat and sat down normally, recalling what had happened earlier, and ignored the pain I felt. It was easier now that I'd been awake for a while, but it still hurt like Hell. I turned on my screen and got to work writing the Kira charts that I'd been struggling with lately. I needed them to display certain information, and every time I wrote the codes they failed. Watari had been getting on my case lately, too, about the charts and that was a sign that I should have been able to do this by now.
As time ticked by I found my thoughts straying toward Light more and more often and grabbed a lollipop, recognizing the signs of sexual frustration early. Sweets were supposed to help suppress the urges, or so they said. Then again…wasn't sex supposed to cure it, too? Shit, I'd thought of the one thing I really shouldn't have as my mind wandered again to the night before…and how it had felt to have him inside of me; the jolting, crashing wave of orgasm as I looked into his eyes. Well, that had been thoroughly unproductive, unless you counted the raging hard-on that wouldn't go away.