Sorry all! Didn't mean to take so long, but have been highly distracted. I think there's only going to be five or so more chapters, making this the longest fanfic of mine, as well as the least viewed. How odd.

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Chapter 11

It was about half an hour later that she walked into the monitor room, looking at the bowl of strawberries before walking past. She sat silently in a chair at the back of the room, now just waiting for Rem.

It was two days till he showed. "It was too late." Rangiku sighed, shaking her head. "We'll have to catch him, then. I'll have to figure this out." Rem nodded. "I'm taking it Ryuk won't tell us who has the book. That would ruin his fun." Rem nodded and looked at her, troubled. "Are you alright? I know that this time I have two humans to watch,"

"Four. Matt and Mello can see you as well." Rem nodded. "I may have four humans to watch this time, but you're definitely the most... interesting."

"I don't even know if the Death Note will work on me. I'm a shinigami." She smiled up at Rem who nodded. "That explains a lot. I can't see your time of death. You're on the same level as me." She looked up, surprised. "I'm a shinigami from another world. Do you know? If it'll work on me?" Rem shook his head. "I don't know." She sighed. "If Light gets the notebook back, I guess I'll find out." Rem looked at her, curious. "Why's that?"

"The first thing he'll do is get Misa to make the deal again. I'll have my name in the book within seconds. I'm not a major obstacle. He'll want me dead, knowing I keep stopping his plans." Rem nodded his understanding. "Light seems to be everyone's problem." Rangiku looked up, surprised. "You noticed that too?" He nodded. "If he lives Misa dies, I die, the only real survivors are Matsuda, Mogi and Near. Maybe I should just get rid of him now."

"No, he doesn't remember the book now. If you kill him now it'll be unjustified." Rem looked at her, eyes narrowed again. "How can you call that unjustified?" Rangiku sighed. "If he dies now, the investigation won't be able to find the next Kira as easily. Misa would probably kill herself in grief and that won't be deserved. She's really innocent. She just... She follows him. I'm trying to work on that, though." Rem looked down, curious. "Work on that?"

"Matsuda is a great guy. I think that they'd get along great, and if she realizes she'll be happier with him, then just maybe we can kill Kira once and for all." Rem nodded. "You're playing Cupid, then?" She sighed. "If they're really happy, then it's for the better for everyone, except Light. He won't even realize what he's lost, though, as long as he doesn't touch Ryuk's notebook." Rem nodded. "You really are trying to save everyone, aren't you?" Rangiku nodded, looking up. "What else can I do? They're good people who have been corrupted by powers that they should never have gotten their hands on. Killing them, or allowing them to die would make me no better than them at their worst. I know, I probably sound like some stupid child, trying to save the world, but that's all I can do." Rem nodded.

"As long as it doesn't compromise Misa, I'll follow you to the end of this." Rangiku looked up, the smile on her face was sad as she nodded her acceptance of the deal. "Thank you. It's greatly appreciated."

Rem left soon after, agreeing to stop in daily to see if any more ideas had come up. Rangiku looked around at the officers that stared at her. "What was that?" Matsuda asked and Mello sighed, shaking his head. "The making of an ally."

It was late that night when the officers went home, and Rangiku stood, waving the three others out the door before heading to the door herself. "Wait." L spoke quietly and Rangiku turned, surprised. He hadn't talked to her much in the last few days and she was surprised at the tone in his voice, on he only used when they were alone. "What's up?" She asked, curious as she walked up to him. "I heard you that first day that Rem was here. You asked her to kill you instead of me." Rangiku nodded, sighing. "Might not do any good, though, if the Death Note doesn't work on me."

"That's not the point. You're risking your life to this degree to save me?" She nodded. "I told you a while ago, I needed you to live. I never said that the same requirement extended to myself." He stood and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and sighed. "Don't throw your life away like that. Not for me. Not for anyone here. I can't believe you said that..." He closed his eyes and laid his head on her shoulder. "You told me a long time ago that you'd fallen in love with me. I'm beginning to think that I'm starting to truly understand what you meant." She backed her head away, looking at him as his eyes opened. "Rangiku, I can't lose you. I'm falling in love with you." She just stared for a moment, wondering if she'd heard correctly. "What?"

"Rangiku, I love you." He closed his eyes and lowered his head. "I'd gladly give my life if it meant you got to live. I've imagined for the last few days what would happen to me if you died, and honestly, I can't bear it. I can't think just having that thought in my head. Please, rescind what you said to the shinigami." She shook her head. "I can't. I love you. I can't live if you die." He nodded, understanding what she'd meant.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, rubbing his thumb against her cheek, feeling the warmth that came from her as she leaned into the touch. She didn't realize how much she'd missed the feeling of his kiss, his skin against hers. She reached up, running her hands up his back, feeling him straighten at the touch. He reached up, running his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss, feeling her press back, tightening her grip on his back and ran her hands down, her thumbs running across the sensitive skin on his sides and he gasped, the intake of breath against her mouth enough to make her whimper.

He reached down and ran his hands under her shirt, feeling her bare back against his fingertips, the feeling of her intoxicating him and he leaned down, kissing her neck, enjoying the way her muscles tensed at his touch.

He lost his head for a moment and reached down, pulling her shirt up over her head, which surprised her a little, and she looked down at his hands, watching as he tossed the shirt to the monitor table and brought his hands back to her, running them over her shoulders first, then down her arms. She could feel the softness of his touch, as if he were running feathers over her skin. She could feel the burning in her cheeks, but no longer cared as he ran his hands over her sides, across her stomach and then reached back, pulling her to him with his hands caressing her back. She leaned forwards, her hands slipping beneath his shirt, feeling him against her was more than she'd hoped for. She just pulled him to her and listened to his heart beating. It was pounding so hard that she could have sworn it was trying to drown hers out. She smiled into the crook in his neck and kissed right at his collar bone, eliciting a soft sigh from him. She reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it haphazardly behind her. She ran her hands slowly up his chest, looking to his face for any response and found him leaning his head slightly back, his eyes glazed and nibbling lightly at his lip.

She leaned in and drew his face to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting the shortcake that was still on his tongue. His hands reached up, unhooking her bra (With a little effort) and tossed it away. He leaned down, taking her breast to his mouth, tracing little circles with his tongue around the most sensitive part there. She whimpered again at the feeling as he ran his hand up the other side, running his thumb over her nub as her sounds turned more to a light moan. Her hands ran through his hair, one resting at the back of his head as the other went down to his shoulder, then to his back, lightly and not knowingly running her nails across him.

He stood straight at the feeling, gasping in shock and feeling his head spin. She leaned in and flicked his nipple with her tongue, causing him to lean forwards, as if he'd suddenly become too weak to stand. She stood and brought her mouth to his ear, lightly sucking the lobe as he pulled her into him, his hands grasping tightly across her. She suddenly became aware of him stabbing her in the hip and felt her chest constrict. He wanted her. He wanted her and she knew it. She reached down, running her fingertips lightly under the belt line of his jeans and he leaned forwards more, his head falling limply before him, his cheeks burning red, a moan forcing it's way through his bitten lip.

She nibbled at his neck as she ran her left hand over his chest again, her right hand running a little lower, this time under the elastic at the top of his boxers. His breathing became nearly labored and she smiled at him, taking her hand from his chest to his hand, lifting it up over his head and inched her hand down, dragging her nails lightly down from his hand to his wrist, down his arm, skirting the ticklish spot under his arm then down his side, his moan turning almost to a yell. "I don't know... how much..." She leaned his head up and kissed him, running her tongue over his lip as she leaned forwards, her body pressed against his.

The sensation of her, pressing against him in his situation caused him to nearly yell again, leaning forwards, gasping in air. "You're so sensitive!" Rangiku nearly sang and he looked up at her, on the verge of tears, trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry!" He nearly yelled, surprised by what he saw on her face. She was beaming. "Don't be sorry! This is gonna be fun!" She grinned, pushing on his shoulders. With the shaking in his knees he toppled over, landing on the couch that he hadn't realized they'd moved over to. He looked up, suddenly in fear of the glint in her eyes.

She got down on her knees before him, lightly biting at his shoulders, causing him to moan more as she trailed her hands down his chest, across his abs till she reached the button on his pants.

It was only a second till the button and zipper were out of the way and she reached down, sliding the material from him and she pulled away from his neck, taking in the look on his face. It was a mixture of pleasure, want, fear and she smiled softly, leaning in and kissed him softly. "If you're not ready for this, please, just tell me. I don't want to force you into-"

"No, I'm just nervous." She smiled. She could tell he was so badly embarrassed, but the sensations were so good to him, he didn't want to stop, no matter how embarrassing it was.

She brought her lips back to his while slowly sliding her hand down him, across his neck, to his chest and abs and then lower. He reached down to the couch, clenching his hands in the plush cushions as she ran her hand over the material, for the first time getting a hint of what was beneath. She caught herself blushing at the feeling, realizing she was fairly impressed by what she'd found.

Definitely more than Gin. She ran her hand over the material a few more times before sliding the flap open, allowing her fingers to run over him, skin to skin. He threw his head back into the couch, gasping for air nearly instantly. "Does it really feel that good?" She stared at him in amazement as he tried to nod, the constricting in his chest causing it to be harder than he could have imagined to breathe through this.

She nipped lightly at the soft spot just above his hip and watched in amusement as he dug himself more into the couch than he already was. "Prepare yourself. This is going to feel so much better than that." He looked down terrified, unable to say a word before she slid her hand around him, a shuddered moan escaping him as his head snapped back to the couch. She smiled in amusement as she lowered her head, bringing her tongue over the length of him, watching over his responses.

When he seemed to be alright she brought her mouth down over him, her hand firmly against her lip, running over him and watching as he clenched harder at the cushion. She wasn't surprised a few minutes later when the moan that had been coming with the movement turned into a gasp, more as if he had been trying to suck all of the air from the room. She was a little surprised, though, that he still tasted salty. She pulled her head back, licking him clean and looked up at him, still with a grip of death to the couch and she giggled, her hand covering her mouth.

It was a few minutes till he regained the ability to talk. "Rangiku, I'm so sorry..."

"For what?" She smiled up at him and he looked down at her, his eyes half lidded, almost sad. "It was just me. I didn't want that."

"It's fine!" She laughed, waving it off. "It was your first, I knew it would be like this." She smiled and he shook his head. "The night's not over. Not yet." His eyes were set with determination as he stood, wrapping his arms around her and running them over her sides, causing her to clench at the unexpected touch. She'd forgotten how athletic, therefore fast he could be.

His mouth ran over her neck, causing her to whimper as she looked up at the ceiling. She hadn't realized that through her previous actions she'd actually really turned herself on. Every little touch caused her a great feeling, as if her skin were on fire. When his hand slid down past the top of her skirt her hands flew up, grasping at his hair. His fingers slid into places that hadn't been touched in a long time and she now responded almost as greatly as he had.

Her nerves were more sensitive here.

"You feel amazing..." His words whispered against her skin was driving her insane as he used his other hand to slide the cloths down from her, against the ground around her knees. He placed his hand at her knee, sweeping it forwards and up, sliding the cloth off of her leg before she'd even realized that he really hadn't been done.

He pressed forwards, his manhood sliding against her and her head hit his shoulder hard, a yell becoming a steady pant as he pushed again, this time gaining entrance.

She wrapped her leg behind his and he leaned forwards, the two of them landing on the ground, him on top, his movements never ceasing.

Every little movement seemed to open this world up to her more. Every little touch of him, every inch was more than she could bear as he sped up his pace. She could tell she was screaming, but for the life of her she couldn't stop. She didn't want to.

She could feel herself gaining, the tension from this, from the last few months seemed to pit itself in her stomach and she so greatly wanted it to last forever, suddenly. She wanted this forever.

But as the tension released, in one great thrust, her breath caught completely in her throat and all she could feel was him. It seemed as if every muscle in her body shivered, releasing every bad thing that could happen.

He kissed her neck and shoulder, now spent himself and sat up, not wanting to hurt her. She just looked up at him, gasping in the air that she hadn't been able to just a moment ago and stared. She'd been so surprised that he'd actually lasted a second longer than her.

"There's blood." He looked down, surprised and she sat up, wondering if she'd tightened so much that she'd broken herself before realizing it was her hands. She looked up at him, horrified before jumping up, leaning him down till she could look over his shoulder at his back.

"Uh, Oh, wow, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He shook his head, sitting back up. "It'll heal. It's fine." He smiled at her, causing a blissful smile to cross her mouth as well.

They decided to go to his room to sleep after she'd bandaged his back. The nail marks looked fierce.

Rangiku sat in the bath the next day, giggling and singing as Matsuda walked in. "Rangiku?" He called, surprised by the pleasant attitude and she sang out. "Ohayo! How are you?" She grinned and he just stood at the door, shock evident on his tone. "You didn't!!"

"How do you know these things from my tone?! I swear, are you keeping surveillance cameras in here?" She giggled and he just shook his head. "Details!"

As she walked out to the monitor room an hour later she did her usual, smiling as she waved at the group who looked at her suspiciously. She grabbed her bowl of strawberries and plopped down onto the chair and looked ahead. "So, I miss anything?"

"I'm letting them go." L spoke over his shoulder as Matsuda reached the chair. "Really?"

"If they really don't remember anything about the note then there's no reason to keep them in there. Besides, you told me yourself that Rem doesn't have the book. There's nothing I can do now. Maybe Light can be useful to me, though. I'm planning on keeping them both here to keep them from finding any possible notes left behind that were written on the Death notes."

Rangiku nodded as Matsuda patted L on the back. "Compassionate for once?"

He gasped, sitting straight up and Matsuda jumped back, eyes wide. "Are you alright?!"

"Fine! I'm fine, just, please be careful of my back for a little bit?" Mello shook his head. "Don't tell me, you got claw marks, don't you?" His voice was more of a whine than anything else and Matt looked over, his expression dissolving into horror. "Oh, oh ew..."

L turned to them, his face looking highly agitated. "What, are we in school again? Can we please not discuss my personal life now, please?" He looked over at everyone, staring blankly at him except Matsuda who was still feeling guilty for patting his back. "Well, if you're going to keep them here then you better prepare them rooms here." Aisawa stated the first remark that wasn't a random jumble of syllables. "I've already asked Watari to start the planning for them, as well as for all of you as well."

"What?" Mogi's voice shook with surprise at the remark. "This is going to be difficult. It may take a while till we get this figured out, so I was planning on having you all move in here as well, at least as much as you can away from everyone outside." Aisawa stared. "This is a little much. I already spend so much time here that my wife's always mad at me." L nodded. "I apologize, but we really can't have outsiders here, and we really need to crack down on the new Kira."

He nodded, his head down, looking angrily at the ground. "I understand." He turned away after that and left the room. Rangiku knew that it must be hard on him. She sighed as she looked over at L, who watched him leave, his face an obvious show of sadness that he'd caused such hardships on the officer, as well as curiosity over whether he'd return. He sighed before looking back over to the monitor, reaching for the mic.

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