¡Hola todos! I know, it's taking so long, but just distract yourselves with studying or something. You could've watched Antique Bakery or The Karate Kid while you waited . . . say, who actually did? Also, I finally got a review que estaba en español! Woo! I was thinking of translating some of my stories to Spanish, but I'm also thinking ain't nobody got time for that. (heh).
I had this chapter done for a while, but my internet connection hasn't been working : / gotta say: it's pissing me off.
No warning necessary for this chapter, pienso. Yo sé, es triste; quiero más perversión también.
Enjoy ^ . ^
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After they had dressed into fresh clothes that had been left on the coffee table, the door unlocked in the reverse pattern of clinking they'd heard before. Watari stood in the open doorway with a smile, his hands behind his back.
"Good morning boys," he smiled, entering the room. They walked over toward him but stopped immediately when he brought his hands in front of him. He held onto a chain, similar to their own, but only about a foot and a half long. Light and L glanced at each other with the same look in their eyes: calculation and distrust.
"No," they said. Watari shut the door behind him and the clicks were heard again.
"Oh yes," he said with another smile. "You two use the chain as a weapon far too often and I am quite positive that this size chain will prevent that. I've also noticed that even when you two are chained together, you are much too far away, so this chain will be much more efficient in keeping the two of you together."
The boys looked at each other again and backed away from Watari slowly. "That's hardly necessary," L spoke out as they walked backwards.
"Oh, it is quite necessary," Watari replied, stepping toward the pair.
Light's turn, "I agree with L; we get along just fine."
"Then why are your faces battered?" Watari countered, steadily nearing the two.
L's turn, "That was merely an aggressive battle between two good friends." They thumped against the couch, stopping their motions. Both of their eyes widened. They couldn't allow this to happen.
Light chimed in, "Yeah, can't you tell, Watari? We just enjoy a good fight every now and again; this is totally normal."
Watari was now directly in front of them again. "Light, nothing about the two of you is 'completely normal,' and L, if the chain currently connecting the two of you is serving its purpose, you would not be missing an obvious piece of information."
L scoffed, "I'm not missing anything!" Watari grabbed his wrist and attached the end of the new chain to it next to the one connecting him to Light. L's eyes widened even more and he shoved Light to the side, out of Watari's reach. "Why would you do this?!" he pleaded at Watari.
Light got the hint and tried to stay out of Watari's reach, he'd have to get him within a foot of L in order to latch the new handcuff. They couldn't be that close to each other all the time; things would either get way more awkward or—worse—they would get used to it. He felt like he was fighting a losing battle. He had no idea what Watari's level of intelligence was, but he had the worst feeling that the old man was going to outsmart the two of them.
"You're not missing anything, L?" Watari asked. How many times would it take them to realize that he wasn't afraid to play dirty? "Are you sure?"
"I, of course I'm sure! I'm around Light all the time, there's no way for me to miss anything," He lied. He knew what he was missing and it was more than he'd care to admit. He didn't know what tormented the boy at night, he didn't know why the boy had a wet dream when he had been certain the boy wasn't interested in such things, and he certainly didn't know why they had woken up embracing. He didn't even know why he didn't know these things.
"Hmm, is that so?" He asked before he turned toward Light and continued, "Would you care to fill him in or should I?"
Light's face turned pink as he tried to stay as far away from Watari as the chain would allow. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So then, you do want me to tell him about a certain incident that happened this morning," Watari replied, feigning innocence. He didn't watch the two the whole time, but he did manage to peep at one interesting moment. In all honesty, had he not seen anything, he would have lied anyway.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Watari," he stammered, fidgeting with his hands, catching L's eye. The detective eyed him back curiously.
"Should I jog your memory?"
"No! I mean, uh, there's no memory to jog," Light replied, breathe catching in his chest. What had Watari seen?
"Nothing about wandering eyes?" Watari asked the boy, smile planted on his face.
Light's eyes widened and his face paled. L was watching him as well, but he tried again, "No, I don't know what you're talking about, Watari."
Watari nodded his head, "I see, you just want me to tell him then, that's fine." Watari turned to face L again and began, "You see, this morning, after you finished showering and Light had just asked you to turn around, instead of immediately turning back around, he ended up watching y—" CLICK. "Ah, good choice, Light," Watari smiled.
L glared at a very red and wide-eyed Light. The boy had grabbed the other side of the handcuff and locked it around his own wrist. Watari proceeded to unlock and remove the original chain, keeping the boys bound by the new, smaller chain. L eyed Light. Why would he voluntarily opt for the shorter chain? What was Watari about to say that Light didn't want him to know? 'What happened after he asked me to turn around?' he thought.
"Watari, do you have our confinement here recorded?" L asked.
Watari gave a thumbs up to one of the cameras before he responded, "Yes; I have recorded your duration in timeout." The door unlocked with its array of bolts.
"I would like to watch them," L stated simply. Light's eyes widened as he stared at L. There was no way his actions would go unnoticed.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Watari answered, walking toward the door. Light let out a breath; he wanted to hug that old man right now.
"What?" the detective remarked in disbelief. Light could have giggled at the spoiled man being told no.
"I said no, L."
L recovered, "As the head of the Kira investigation, I demand to see the footage."
Watari turned back around and smiled at the detective, "I can guarantee that none of the events would aid in determining anything about Kira."
"I will be the one to decide that, Watari," L demanded firmly. Light snickered slightly; was L throwing a tantrum?
"In that case, no, I didn't save the recordings of the events here. Now, as you should be aware, you are late to the investigation." Watari turned on his heels and walked out of the door.
The detective stood where he was left, his jaw open. He lost. He lost to Watari. He lost to Watari twice. Light thought the man looked rather funny with his mouth hanging open like that. He smiled until L whipped his head to the side and thrust his body against Light's, pinning him against the couch to demand information. "What was Watari going to say that made you put the cuff on?"
Light's eyes widened and his face grew hot. He was in danger. "I don't—"
"Don't lie to me, Light," he interrupted.
Light stumbled over his words, "How could I possibly—"
"You're lying to me."
"Why do you want to know?!" Light yelled, trying to push his body off the back of the couch.
L pushed him back, the boy's spine hitting the edge of the couch's back. Light hissed at the pain. "Answer me!" L yelled back.
Light gathered his strength. The detective had already taken away his freedom, he'd destroyed him in a fight, he could read through him, and he'd ruined his ability to control his emotions, hormones, and expressions; what the hell else could L possibly do? He responded strongly with finality in his eyes, "Or what, L?"
L's eyes narrowed in a glare as his face heated up and he clenched his jaw. That's when Light realized: L really was throwing a little hissy fit. He didn't get his way and he didn't like it. He laughed. This man was so childish. L thought Light was narcissistic and egotistical, and maybe that was true; but so was L. L was a grown man and he acted like a spoiled little brat who ate candy all day and always got what he wanted; the detective didn't even do cases if they weren't entertaining to him!
Then everything was white.
As Light found himself lying on the floor with another body crouching next to him, he tried to remember how he'd gotten there. His head hurt. He glanced at the person next to him, biting his thumb and looking worried. The cheek with the gash on it stung.
"Light?" L tried, still chewing on his thumb.
Light sat up and rubbed his stinging cheek, "Did you slap me?"
"Yes."
"You slapped me?"
"Yes."
Light stared at the man. Why the hell? "Why?"
"Because I didn't want to punch you," L replied, shifting back and forth.
Light tried to stand up but got light headed, "Why?"
"Because I didn't want to knock you out," he mumbled out, not looking the boy in the eyes.
Light's eyebrow raised and he rubbed the back of his head; he must have hit it when he fell. "And how did that work out, L?"
"It didn't," he fiddled with his feet.
Light rolled his eyes and extended his hand, "Well, help me up then."
L looked the boy in the eyes and stood up, grabbing his hand and carefully pulling him to his feet. L swallowed before saying, "I'm sorry, Light." Light's eyes widened: L apologized?
Light smiled before he remembered to suppress it, "It's okay, L."
They walked to the investigation room and hesitated again when they saw the images on the screen. The team was watching the replay of what had happened moments prior. Currently displayed was Light's body leaping across five feet to clasp the new chain around his wrist, effectively getting Watari to stop talking. "What are you doing?" L called out.
The team jumped collectively at the voice. Matsuda was the one to respond, "We're watching what happened in the room, Ryuuzaki. Can't you tell?"
"Why?" L asked as the two crossed the room to get near the men.
Matsuda continued, "Watari had us watch so that we knew when to unlock the door, but man, I wish there was sound. Oh yeah, Light-kun, are you okay?"
Light looked away from his own image on the screen and looked at Matsuda, "Yeah?" L noticed Light's father glaring at him threateningly.
"From the K.O, I mean," Matsuda followed, typing in a few things on a keyboard before a new image replaced the one they'd been watching: Light stood with his back curved around the back of the couch, L pinning him in place with an angry look on his face. A few words were spoken, but unheard, and there was a pause before L's hand pulled back into a fist and swung toward the boy's already injured face. Just before the fist made contact, L seemed to change his mind in a matter of nanoseconds and opened his hand, and he slapped the boy hard across the face. Light crumbled to the floor and banged his head on the ground as L's eyes widened in horror. He crouched down next to Light and stared, not breathing, waiting for him to open his eyes. When he did, a wave of relief washed over L's features.
The screen went blank when L reached passed Matsuda and hit a few keys on the keyboard. His cheeks had a reddish tint to them. He scurried into his usual seat.
Light rubbed his cheek and looked back at L, "Damn, L." He'd hit him hard. His dad cleared his throat and Light tensed, "I mean: Damn, Ryuuzaki," he corrected. He turned to his father, "I really am okay though, dad."
The man nodded, not thoroughly convinced and replied, "I had hoped the plan wouldn't work."
"What was the plan?" Light asked, trying to sit down in his usual seat.
His father continued, "The plan was to get you to voluntarily agree to a shorter chain. I don't know what Watari said to get you to agree, but I can't say that I agree with your decision."
Light smiled sheepishly, "I think it was the better outcome." L chewed his thumb again; a very short chain was better outcome than L hearing whatever Watari was going to tell him. Light tried again to sit down in his seat, but the chain didn't reach. He sighed as he pulled the chair closer to L.
His father wasn't pleased with the answer, "Did he threaten you with confinement again?"
"No, no," Light responded quickly, sitting in his chair and reaching to pull the monitor in front of him. He and L's chairs had to be touching now in order for them to be able to type and be productive. "He's just a very convincing man, that's all. Don't worry about it, dad; me and Ryuuzaki are fine." L stared at the boy who was a foot away from him. This boy might not have any memories of being Kira, but he sure had a lot of secrets that L needed to know; maybe a shorter chain wouldn't be so bad for L.
"You're fine?" his dad interjected. "You are both so fine together that Ryuuzaki knocked you unconscious moments after you agreed to the new chain?"
L winced and turned to face the man. "I am sorry for my actions, Yagami-san."
The man's face was fierce, "You are a known liar, Ryuuzaki; prove your sincerity with your actions and don't lay another attack on my son." He narrowed his eyes on the detective who stared back at him with wide eyes. He continued, "I can only put up with so much, Ryuuzaki; if you harm my son again without giving him so much as a fighting chance, I'm going to have to act as a father defending his son, not as your ally. Do I make myself clear?" L shrunk in his chair, looking weak.
"Yes, sir, I understand," he choked out, defeated. He'd lost again.
Light's father nodded, satisfied, and returned to his job. L turned his chair around to face the monitor and stared at it blankly. He felt small and weak. He honestly didn't want to hurt the boy and he was upset at his actions. He was just so mad that things weren't going his way—Watari had even acted without consulting him—and he took his frustration out on Light. He sunk into his chair again. He really wanted to go back and undo what he'd done; he hadn't even thought about it, but he was at least glad he'd instinctively opened his hand instead of punching Light full on. He didn't want to think about the damage a loaded punch would have done to the already injured boy. L felt empty.
Light's heart twisted slightly in his chest at the sight of the dejected L. He looked so sad and small. This wasn't L; this was a kicked puppy. L was a legendary detective who was intelligent and brave. L had the guts to call out Kira and confine him and chain himself to him, and right now, L was miserable. Light lifted up his arm and covered the foot distance to L's head. He gently placed his hand on the detective's head and patted his hair for a quick moment like L had done for him when he'd cried the day before.
L's heart thumped in his chest at the touch and he looked over at Light. Even with all the bruised and cuts gathered on the boy's face, Light looked beautiful and he seemed to be glowing. Light gave L a smile before he turned to his own monitor. L blushed for a moment and his body filled with warmth. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a tiny smile. Right now, Light was okay and they had a murderer to catch.
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It's okay L :( I'm sure Light will always try to make you feel better ; ) And what a sneaky sneak Watari is, huh? Oh, and a lot of ya'll have been saying that I'm doing a good job with keeping them in character according to the anime (which is gonna be untrue soon, lo siento) but I have a secret for you: I haven't watched the anime yet :O! I've seen the movies and have read the manga. But I ain't never seen the anime. Heh.
And V, I thought you might like Light's thinking of Sayu in the last chapter : ) I based her kind of how you thought their relationship might have been. I might completely change her character a bit later… And by "might" I mean I will.
~Aia~
P.s. who can't wait for more Sayu/Misa-Misa? :P
