A/N: Once again, thank you all for chugging along with me! Sorry I've been taking so long to update…I don't know what's wrong with me.
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Only ten minutes after I had been acquitted of murder I was standing in a bowling alley, lacing up my shoes. L and I had decided bowling was a fun way to celebrate, and apparently they sold delicious cookies at the snack stand.
We got a lane towards the end of the place and I started programming the computer as L went to get us some food. I wondered for a second about who to put in first. Normally I would put myself in first, but I wasn't sure if that was great boyfriend etiquette. Then that brought up the uncomfortable subject of if L was actually my boyfriend…I sighed, shrugged, and put L's name in first (1), figuring it to be a friendly gesture.
Once I finished putting our names in I began scouring the bowling alley for a good size bowling ball. I lifted a few up, checking the weight, and settled on a twelve pound ball. L returned to our lane with a large bag of potato chips for me and at least ten cookies for himself.
"Oh, have you found a ball?" he asked, munching on a cookie.
"Hm? Oh! A bowling ball! Yeah. I wasn't sure how heavy you'd want yours to be, so I didn't get one," I explained.
"Twelve pounds is fine. Looks like I'm up first," L examined the ball return, selecting a black ball and settling it on his fingers. He took a step back from the beginning of the lane, cocked his head to the left, and sent the ball whirling.
Every pin crashed down with a classic bowling whack, a perfect strike. I gulped and stepped forward, smiling briefly at L in congratulations as I waited for the pins to rise.
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, launching the ball down the lane. I crossed my fingers and pinched my eyes shut, praying I'd get a strike.
The sound of pins clashing forced me to open my eyes. Without thinking I shot my fist into the air, thrilled when I saw all ten pins splayed on the floor.
"Good job, Light," L said softly. I grinned and crossed my arms smugly, waiting for L to take his next turn. My haughtiness quickly melted into concern when L scored another strike.
We continued on until we only had one frame left. We'd managed to keep up our strikes for the whole game. L prepared to bowl his last frame, slipping the ball onto his palm. I took a nervous breath as he reeled the ball down the lane. I winced as the ball smashed against the pins. It looked as if all of the pins were going down, but at the last second one pin wobbled to the side and stayed up.
"Yes!" I whispered, overjoyed. L shrugged and turned around to look at me, trying to play it off. I gave him a sympathetic look before setting up my shot.
Before rolling the ball I gave L a quick glance. He was gazing intently at his shoes, probably annoyed that he had to wear shoes at all. Something inside of me thawed, and suddenly I didn't want to take my last turn. The image of L sitting on the swivel chair, alone in a bowling alley was too touching for me to take. I put the ball back on the ball return, shut the computer off, and crouched down, pressing my forehead to L's.
"Let's go home."
***
When L and I returned to headquarters I felt like I could finally relax for the first time since the beginning of the Hayman vacation. As soon as we stepped inside I collapsed on the couch, kicking my shoes off. L crouched on the cozy chair beside me, hurrying to remove his own socks and shoes. A piece of pie was already waiting for him on the table, and he started to dig in.
I flipped the television on, channel surfing until an interesting news program came up.
"We're reporting live from the scene of a possible rape and murder case tonight. A young woman around the age of seventeen was seen leaving her house at around ten o'clock last night, and was found dead in an abandoned warehouse this morning. The top suspect is Iwao Mitsuru, a forty year old restaurant owner. Stay tuned for more information."
My fingers itched for a pen and the Death Note as a picture of Iwao Mitsuru popped onto the screen. I had all the information I needed; I was just missing the Death Note.
Something clicked swiftly in my mind. Now that Misa was in jail the killings would stop. And if the killings stopped, the entire Kira case would be called off. L and I could forget everything that happened between us, and just be normal lovers. The idea of that sounded so glamorous I felt as if a warm candle was being lit inside of me, providing a gentle and soft glow.
However the candle burned out as soon as I realized what that meant. No more Kira. Where would the world be without Kira? Crime rates would be back up, and criminals would feel free to go doing horrible things with consequence! I shook my head, shuddering off the thought of a world without Kira.
When I turned to glance at L I was surprised to see his searching eyes staring back at me. He seemed to be judging my reaction to the news about the murder.
"What a jackass," I muttered, gesturing towards the screen.
"Yes," L replied slowly.
I took a deep breath, doing my best to brush off the need to kill Iwao Mitsuru. But a tiny voice in the back of my head wouldn't let me forget that the world needed justice! The world needed Kira.
"I think I'll take a walk." I stood up abruptly.
"Oh? Alright." L nodded skeptically.
"Be back soon." I darted out of the room, leaving L there to scratch his head.
***
"Are you gonna do it, Light? Hm? Whaddya think?" Ryuk pestered me on my walk. He'd found me almost immediately after I started the walk and convinced me to tell him about my current predicament. After a hearty laugh he launched into Shinigami question mode.
"Misa's been awfully concerned about you, you know. It's all she ever talks about. Kid's locked up in the slammer and she couldn't care less!" Ryuk cackled. "They sure do serve a lot of apples there," he drooled.
"Shut up, Ryuk," I growled.
"You can't let this opportunity slip by! Make Misa proud! You have the name and face of a criminal, and you're not going to do anything! Aw, c'mon! Grow a pair, would ya, Light?"
"I said SHUT UP, Ryuk!" I exclaimed. Ignoring me he proceeded to burst out laughing.
"You can't do it now, though. Too suspicious. You saw a criminal on TV, look a walk, come back and he's dead?! That's almost setting yourself up," Ryuk warned me, speaking my thoughts exactly.
"I know. It's dangerous, I know. But I don't want to forget his face or name, and looking it up on the internet would be too risky. I'm sure L's going to be paying extra attention to me, even though I was acquitted today," I grumbled.
"Well, it's your choice," Ryuk chuckled. "Whatever you do, Light, just don't get caught," he whispered in my ear.
And with that he flew off, hooting at the top of his lungs. I flipped him the finger but doubt he saw it.
Sighing, I pulled the spare page from the Death Note I always carried with me out of my pocket. I even had a pen in the other hand, with my fingers poised to carve in the name of the murderer.
Hands shaking, I lowered the tip of the pen to the paper. Sweat trickled down my forehead, dripping into my eyes.
Iwao Mitsuru, I thought, letting my eyelids droop shut. I saw the clear picture of his face in my mind.
"Oh, hello Light!"
"Huh?!" I scrambled to shove the pen and paper back in my pocket. "L?!"
"What are you doing out here?" L grinned innocently at me.
"What?! I told you I was taking a walk!" I scowled.
"Yes, that's right. I suppose I forgot. I decided to take a walk myself," L informed me, scratching one leg with his bare foot. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No, no, nothing," I shook my head furiously.
"Oh, your father called the task force. He'd like to talk to you," L told me.
"Hm. I guess we should head back, then," I shrugged.
"Alright," L agreed.
It didn't take us long to read the task force, although the walk seemed much longer because of the thick silence that filled the air between us. We rode the elevator together, twiddling our thumbs. I tried to think of something to say to ease the conversation, but nothing came to mind. I dreaded the idea of having this hanging between us.
"So, did my dad leave a message?" my anxiety made my voice come out with a squeak. I blushed.
"No, he only asked for you to return his call," L said.
"Oh. Okay," I cleared my throat. Once again the conversation lingered. Finally we reached our floor and entered the room swiftly. I picked up the phone and dialed my home number quickly.
Suddenly L dropped to his knees and began unbuttoning my pants. Shocked, I moved my hand down to push him off but almost at the same moment my dad picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he said gruffly. L planted a wet kiss right below my belly button, giving me chills.
"Ah, hello Dad," I mumbled.
"Light, thank you for returning my call," his tone of voice changed, now pleased. L finished unzipping my pants and pulled them down to my knees, dragging his fingertips over the growing bulge in my boxers.
"Mmm, what did you want to talk about?" I tried not to let on.
"First off I'd just like to compliment you on how you handled your court case today. I thought it went very well," he said.
L slipped my boxers down, wrapping his soft lips around the tip of my erection.
"Thank you!" I gasped.
"There's no reason to get so emotional, son," my dad replied, sounding curious.
"No, no, I just stubbed my AH toe!" I cried out as L licked up and down my length, pausing to look up at me and snicker.
"Twice in a row?" now my dad sounded really concerned.
"I'm just clumsy," I said in a breathy voice as L continued to suck me. I couldn't help but shudder as he reached to squeeze my sac gently.
"Don't get yourself hurt. Anyways, I wanted to invite you and L over to dinner tomorrow night," my dad said cheerfully.
"L?!" I screeched. Half of my emotion was genuine surprise; the other half was pure ecstasy from what L was doing to my lower half. He flicked his tongue on my sweet spot, causing to me to bite my lip so hard I almost bled.
"Yes. It was your mother's idea, actually. I thought it was very thoughtful," he said, defending himself.
"No, that sounds great. I'll check our schedule," I said, trying to hang up quickly. L used one hand to pump my base as his lips brushed my tip. I groaned softly, letting my head droop back.
"Your mother would like you to come over around six. Does that sound okay?"
"YES!" I panted as L sent me over the edge, never stopping in his licking and sucking.
"Wow, you sound excited! I wish we had thought of this sooner!" my dad chuckled. I tried to stay silent as I let the warmth pass through me. "Light? You still there?"
Finally I felt like I could speak again. "Yeah, sorry Dad. I got a little distracted. L and I will see you guys tomorrow, six o'clock. Bye!" I hung up the phone before my dad could get another word in.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!" I smacked L playfully on the shoulder.
"What, you didn't like it?" he smirked.
"No, it was great, but I'd be happier if I wasn't on the phone with my father," I laughed.
"Next time, then," he grinned.
I pulled my pants back up and we settled on the couch together, snuggling against each other. We faded into sleep together and all thoughts of Iwao Mitsuru left my mind.
(1) Well, one of his aliases.
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