AN: I am so sorry for taking so long to update! Stupid life... it just you know... happens. Ah, don't listen to me, my brain is fried. Well, enjoy this new chapter! And YES, Misa has a section! But don't worry, it's incredibly short and funny. Who isn't up for a little Misa bashing? The scary part is, despite the fact that I'm ruthlessly mocking her, she's still IC. Oh, Misa -shakes head- you silly little psychopathic bitch, you. Kay, I'm done. R+R! 3
Misa POV
"There!" I chirped, clasping my hands together in glee. "Look, Rem, look!" I excitedly hopped in place pointing eagerly to my lovely concoction.
"Yes, Misa?" Rem floated diligently to my bedside. "What is this?"
"What is this?" I repeated in disbelief. How could she not recognize my masterpiece! Before me stood the fruits of my labor, a perfectly sculpted and exact life-sized replica of my boyfriend! "It's Light!"
"Is it?" she mused. "And what exactly is the purpose of this figure? I believe I have seen a similar device used to-"
"Well," I cut off her boring and confusing speech, "it's really just so I can have him here with me. I-I just miss him so much..." my voice wavered.
"Misa..." Rem, despite her good intentions, hadn't the faintest idea how to console me.
But that was what Light-doll was for, wasn't it? I tightly wound my arms around his waist and wiped my brimming tears against his soft, buttoned shirt. I eagerly sucked in a deep, soothing breath. He even smelled like Light... I may have snagged a bottle of his cologne from his drawer...
"He doesn't hug back..." I whispered, "but Light hardly does that anyhow, so there's really no difference. See?" I sniffed. "All better! Thank you, Light!" I gave him a peck on the cheek, pointedly ignoring the feeling of cold, unfeeling masking tape on my lips.
If I pretend it's Light... It is Light.
"Misa?"
"Yes, Rem?" I sighed, lost in Light-dolls lovely sepia eyes... that were really just an enlarged version of his yearbook picture...
"What are you going to do about Mikami? I wouldn't care one way or the other, but he's been harassing you lately."
"Stupid Mikami," I grumbled. "If I had a Death Note on me, I'd kill him."
"Weren't you just saying yesterday how his help has been invaluable?"
"I guess..." I floundered, not really wanting to admit I didn't know what 'invaluable' meant. "But he keeps insisting on 'Kami-sama! I will only take orders from Kami-sama!' Well he's not here right now, Mikami!" I screeched, crashing onto my silken back comforter, and dragging Light-doll with me. "And..." I pressed my face into his chest, which nearly collapsed under the pressure. Not strong like my Light-chan... "I don't know if he ever will be..." I choked.
"If he does not return, perhaps we can make him return," Rem's voice rose to a tone of uncharacteristic interest.
"I just don't know what to do," I whispered. "He always tells me what to do!" I wailed, futilely digging my nails into the horribly unresponsive Light-doll.
"Blackmail," Rem muttered.
"Blackmail?" I repeated in bewilderment. "Oh, that's when you make someone do something or else, right?"
Rem nodded solemnly before floating back to her corner of the room.
Blackmail, huh? I left the slightly deflated Light-doll on the bed to dig my purple 'Mikami' cell out of my Gucci bag. A twisted smile broke over my lips. I'll make Light come home...
Light POV
I, Light Yagami, have accepted the fact that I'm a hypocrite. It's L's fault. Everything is L's fault. Before him, I used to scorn the flocks of girls that swarmed me at school, that wrote me poetry, that sent me valentines, that on more than one occasion literally threw themselves at me. They all told me I was the center of their universe, that their every thought revolved around me. And now... I'm the lovesick teenaged girl!
I'm not exactly sure when it began, when everything I said or thought seemed be reflected through an ominous pair of wide, owlish eyes. No train of thought is safe from interference.
Wow, my hair looks even more lovely and alluring than yesterday! I wonder what L thinks of my hair...
Damn, Kira. If only we could catch the bastard, I'd be free of suspicion. And free of L...
I'm hungry. When ever L's hungry, he eats cake. Probably even when he's not...
And those are just mundane, passing thoughts! But at times like this, late at night, when gazing into the darkness with wide, blinded eyes, trying in vain to block out the crunching and clacking and submit to the easy blissful land of unconsciousness, it's as if my mind has been devoured by the insomniac. Devoured like a big, plump, moist, delectable sponge cake topped with whipped cream and strawberry goo, and perhaps even a shiny little maraschino cherry...
I blushed at the thought. This afternoon... that was what had sent me over the edge. I gnawed my lip in frustration. How is it that I, Light Yagami, revered for my tantalizing good looks and almost godly seductiveness, managed to be captured and rendered helpless by a tiny fruit? A tiny fruit that was being twisted, caressed, and fondled by a glistening pink muscle whose skill could arguably put my own to shame. No, scratch that... could arguably rival my own. After all, I'm pretty good myself. Pretty amazing.
"Light-kun? Are you still awake?" the clacking stopped.
"Yes." I was suddenly grateful for the darkness that so aptly hid the unruly fluctuating color of my cheeks. I couldn't shake the feeling that the man had somehow heard me internally monologue-ing about his tongue.
"I was just instant messaging Watari, and-"
"Wait," I muttered slowly, lazily clawing the sheets until I my body was flopped in position with some semblance to sitting. "You got an IM screen-name?"
"Yes, Light-kun. I recently decided that as the most intelligent man on the Earth, I should be up to date with all of the newest technology. It is actually quite useful."
I snorted lightly. "Thanks for reminding me of your astounding intelligence. It seems I had forgotten."
"You're welcome."
I rolled my eyes and shuffled back under the covers. "So, if you're just going to brag about how smart you are, I'm going back to bed."
"Wait, Light-kun!" I unleashed a small yelp when I felt a cool hand grip my arm. He instantly retracted his hand. "I-I'm sorry."
"No, it's just the dark..."
"I see."
"And then you-"
"Do you want the light on?"
"What?"
"The light."
"Me?"
"No, the light."
"I'm sorry."
"Quite alright." I blinked against the suddenly blinding light, and allowed my eyes to adjust to see...
"Ah!" I unleashed a girlish yelp for the second time in under a minute. My eyes slowly registered two wide charcoal orbs, mere inches from my own.
"I apologize, Light-kun," he murmured, slowly retracting into his usual perch by my side. "The lamp is on your side of the bed so I-"
"It's alright." I shuffled awkwardly. It had been like this all day, ever since our... our kiss. The consensual one that is. Our day had been bloated with long bouts of silence and dabbled with hurried snips of conversation. I had to wonder if he was feeling the tension too, or if it was only me. Is it my own anxiety and insecure musings that are mangling our interactions?
"What Watari said..." I prompted hesitantly.
"Watari recently informed me of a pivotal event in the case," L continued, as if we hadn't just been staring at each other in an elongated moment of perpetual awkwardness. "It appears as though we are being blackmailed."
My eyes widened. Blackmailed? And what did he mean by 'we?'
"Excluding myself, all of the members of the Task Force are in grave danger," he replied to my unspoken question.
"How are they blackmailing us?"
"A recent victim wrote a rather disturbing note before dying." L tilted the laptop towards me. Shown was a dingy, bleak prison cell, distinguishable only by the dark crimson stains on the wall. Blood. My stomach gave a sickening flip, and I carefully swallowed my repulsion. Despite my training in detective work, scenes of blood and gore had always deeply disturbed me. The franticly scrawled, dying message read:
To L:
You and the colleague(s) you are with must leave England and return to Japan. If you refuse, there will be serious repercussions. I know the names of your task force. First name Soichiro, last name Yagami, is an example of one. I will kill him if you do not comply. Do not doubt that I also know the names and faces of the others, including his son. Return to Japan.
"This can't be right," I breathed. "Kira would never be so careless! He is imparting significant incriminating information! L?" my voice rose in desperation. "L!" I franticly grasped his white shirt. It dawned on me that it was unfair to unleash my anger, my fear on him. My heart pounded, resounding in my skull like a rhythmic and ominous tribal drum.
Foolish. It's truly foolish that I should be afraid. After all, it's not as if our lives hadn't already been mixed in with the chips in this deadly game of poker. My fathers life, L's life, my life, all of our lives had always been at risk. But this steady trickle of logic pooling in the back of my mind did not change the fact that Kira had my father's name. Whether or not further knowledge is a bluff, Kira has my father's name. My dad could die at any instant, any moment.
I clamped on my lip and twisted my head away from L's incriminating stare. L's not scared, not at all. The man is as collected and infuriatingly stolid as ever. An irrational pang of jealousy rippled in my gut.
Why can't I do that? Foolish emotional reactions accomplish nothing.
My thoughts flickered back to L and our previous... interaction. Speaking of foolish unproductive emotions...
"Light-kun, do not worry," L soothed, resting a gentle hand on my sagged shoulder, Despite myself, I gravitated towards his warm tranquility, leaning slowly into him until he wound two strong arms around me in a comfortable and refreshing embrace. It's odd... I had always been rather indifferent to physical touch. It generally didn't disturb me, and I begrudgingly withstood clinging girls and motherly squeezes with quiet tolerance. But now, I craved his touch, needed his arms around me.
"We're leaving tomorrow, Light-kun."
"N-no, you have to stay here. You can't give in to Kira. It must be a trap! How will he corner us? How does he know we're in England? How does he know our names? M-my dad! Why does he-"
L silenced me, covering my franticly jabbering lips with his own. He pressed into me with astounding intensity, forcibly controlling my mouth with a wave of sweet, soothing energy. The very contradiction of the action was enthralling. Within seconds, I melted against his strong, caressing lips. My hazed mind distantly noted with a touch of mortification that the only thing keeping me from sinking into an unattractive heap of jelly was the powerful support of L's delicately muscled arms. L slowly pulled away, grazing his teeth teasingly against my lower lip. I swallowed a tiny whimper of desire.
"There," L breathed, his ragged breath no where near as effected as my own frenzied heaves. "Are you calm, Light-kun?"
I nodded slowly, not entirely trusting of my vocal abilities at the moment. L gazed down at me, a soft and unmistakably tender gleam breaking the neutrality of his warm obsidian eyes.
"Sleep, Light-kun," he whispered. I gratefully complied, burring my face deep into his soft cotton shirt. "We'll leave tomorrow."
Despite everything, a small blissful smile settled over my lips as I drifted into a dreamless slumber.