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Devil's Trill
IV: Tartini
We are all standing on the edge of a cliff, every minute of every day, a cliff we will all eventually go over, that is not our choice, our choice is whether we go kicking and screaming or open our minds and our hearts to what is happening as we fall.
CH25
The Saints Are Coming
"…D-dad… I'm – I'm sorry. Tell mom and Sayu I'm sorry. Actually, don't tell them anything at all. I had no choice. Ryuzaki, no. Not Ryuzaki, L. L took me to Tsuwano a long time ago. He was catholic. A mass murderer was a catholic, I mean how stupid is that? So L, a catholic, took me to this church here a long time ago. This is why this had to happen here in Tsuwano. And I miss him… I killed him in that warehouse that day, you told me you believed me, well believe me now. I killed him there, Ryuzaki Rue was L and I killed him."
"And I, I can't do this anymore. I loved him, and it… it really doesn't matter what he did to all those people, or to… or to me. I am in love with him, and I killed him, and I want to see him again. And if he was catholic, he went to Hell. I don't know where in Hell exactly, but there's no doubt he went there. So I have to make sure wherever he is, what I do is bad enough to allow me to the part of Hell he went to."
"I am very sorry about the people that had to die. I am very sorry, dad. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. You had another heart-attack, and that's another thing you may blame on me. When you almost died, did you see Ryuzaki in the purgatory? Well, I hope I'm with him by the time you get this. I'm sorry. Raito."
As a Conflict of Interest, Soichiro Yagami was taken off the case immediately.
As courtesy, he was taken to Tsuwano anyway.
To see it.
Doctors warned him he would have another heart attack, but he didn't. He was a chief of police for God's sake; he had a case to solve, even if he was on medical leave and officially off the case.
"There are strangulation bruises around his neck. It's not definite, but it looks like he attempted to hang himself before doing this," said some video expert behind Soichiro.
A CD suicide note was left taped to a door of the charred ventilation room of Tsuwano's small shopping mall.
Light Yagami's abandoned laptop was found on the floor next to the door, left at a point of hacking the mall's security, fire and ventilation systems.
The windows of the ventilation room were sealed shut with a gluegun.
So was the door.
The gluegun was found with only Light's prints on it.
Light glued.
He was down on his knees so that the bottom of the window was at his eyelevel, completely observed with what he was doing.
He didn't flinch, didn't frown, didn't appear to be in the least bit disturbed by what he was doing, hell when L got close enough to him, he could even hear Light humming jingles.
L frowned. He tried not to think of awful things that made him want to do awful things to Light, but the indifference to the human lives that were about to be lost and the ease with which Light went along with the plan after contributing generously to it made L uncomfortable.
The rapid deterioration of Light's character was unsettling.
They promised each other to try to understand, so L figured now was a time as good as ever to try and talk.
"Raito-kun, we promised each other to try, so I shall begin," L started, and Light murmured an indifferent 'mmhm' to acknowledge L's presence.
"I would like to know what is going through Light's head right now as he is executing a setup to a mass murder."
"Christmas carols," Light half-sung cheerfully, still too absolved with the task of gluing the windows.
"Mid-summer, Raito-kun?"
"Sure, why not."
L sighed.
"I would like to know how Raito-kun justifies murdering a police officer, a hotel clerk, and all these innocent people he is about to suffocate."
"'Justifies'? Why do I have to justify anything I do to the great L?"
"Not to me. How does he rationalize this with himself?"
"Well, how do you rationalize this with yourself?"
What L wanted to say had to do with Light minding his own business.
But he did promise to try.
So he tried.
And lied considerably less than he would if this was a police interrogation.
"Raito-kun, I promised I would try," L informed, making sure Light understood the favor and returned it, "and so, I didn't think it fair I had to die early. I lured a group of young people into a room, locked it and set in on fire."
Light rolled his eyes at the plastic glue, and L realized he would have to elaborate.
"I was never afraid of dying, on the contrary I was planning to die, but only after everything I tried would fail to satisfy my need for excitement. So, I had to try everything. It failed for a while, and then after that explosion-"
"The fire," Light reminded him.
"Yes, that. After that, when they could not catch me, I realized I was not bored anymore. And so…" L made a dramatic pause before he continued, "I am not bored anymore," he finished off, owlishly staring at Light.
A quick and shy side glimpse as fake as they came made L relax.
"That's fair enough I guess," Light hummed.
"Raito-kun. Try."
"Fine. I rationalize this... as self defense."
"If Raito-kun wanted to exercise self defense, he would have bludgeoned me to death when he regained consciousness after I nearly strangled him a few days ago."
"Hell no, I'm not enabling you."
"Enabling me?"
"Your suicide attempts."
"Excuse me? Raito-kun accuses me of a suicide attempt when he is about to fake his own?"
"You fell asleep after nearly killing me. Next to me, in a room that had two guns, a knife, and a crowbar!"
"I was not asleep, Raito-kun."
"Suicidal maniac!"
"Liar!"
L showed teeth.
Light's pearly whites sparked.
"Wow, lookadat. Snarling bitches," Mello commented.
But Mello knew better than Light did, after all L told Mello about this.
Light could manipulate people easily. Light could guide people into sheer blindness with his honey voice alone, and under this blissful hypnosis, Light could tell people to commit homicides, and they would do his bidding freely.
But these were words, not actions. Among things such as 'brilliant' and 'genius', Light was also a coward, and as such he would never be able to pull the trigger himself, be it a trigger of a pistol on a hotel clerk, or a trigger of a gluegun on an air-tight room.
Light was always the small push to the open road, never the hands behind the driving wheel.
And yet, his rationalization, his motive, his actions...
The necessity for these actions was scarce-
Ah.
There.
Down he went.
Cheerful caramel eyes slowly drifted shut, and before Light could close his eyes completely and hit the ground with his back, L jumped up behind him and caught him around the waist. A heavy head fell onto L's shoulder and soft auburn locks tickled the side of his face. L shrugged his shoulder, and the caramel eyes snapped open.
The soft person in L's arms shrugged back.
"Wake up, you," L said and shook the boy again.
"I'm fine, sorry. I'm-"
L gave him a side stare and tightened his grip around the waist. Light returned the side stare.
"Please take a minute to rest."
"I don't need a minute."
Light stubbornly raised the gluegun again, and L felt a ping of retaliation in himself as well. He would've done the whole thing for Light if there was a way to make sure only Light's hairs and fingerprints were on the glue and the gluegun.
But there was something he could do, out of spite if anything. He sat down on the floor more comfortably, and keeping one hand around Light's waist, pulled out a leather glove and slipped it on with his teeth.
Light didn't say anything when L put his hand over his, and they both held the gluegun, even if L only made the task more difficult.
Well, this was just charming.
And as charming as this all was, L felt Light's hand tremble weakly and his face against L's own was cold and pale, and concern didn't make L stop wondering.
There were other ways. The odd murder-suicide suggestion was the first idea L expected Light to reject. Instead, the boy said 'sure' like he was offered cream instead of skim milk in his coffee.
Light took his coffee black.
Light, accepting anything other than bitter coffeebeans floating in some hot water made the alarm go off in L's head.
Well, metaphorically speaking anyway, since L never offered Light any coffee.
Maybe he should have since they slept in the same bed for three days.
L jumped up at the idea.
"Raito-kun," he announced triumphantly, somewhat satisfied with Light's minor annoyance when he startled the boy, "I am going to get us coffee. Would you like cream or skim milk?"
Light's eyebrow jumped up and he slowly turned, looking at L as if L had a pot of flowers on his head.
"Black, please."
But the cream…
So L left Light and went to buy one black coffee with no cream, one hot chocolate, and a dozen vanilla doughnuts from a coffee girl who was due to die in the next few hours.
The irony.
L set the coffee and the doughnut box in front of Light.
Light only took the coffee.
"Sugar, Raito-kun."
"That's okay."
"Sugar, Raito-kun. Now."
Light glared, but still pinched a doughnut delicately and took a small and very unwilling bite.
"Happy?"
"Quite."
The glue gun used to seal the ventilation room had traces of powder sugar and coffee on it.
The air-conditioning shaft was also manually sealed.
The airtight ventilation room with disabled fire sprinklers, packed with firewood and coal purchased in large quantities from local stores, was left to smolder for two hours.
It cooked until all the wood was gone and the limited amount of oxygen was used up, and all that was left in the airtight, sealed ventilation room were ashes and Carbon Monoxide.
"Who the hell did ya sleep with to get that kinda wood?"
L elected not to show his deep amusement by stuffing his mouth full of liquorish, so that any grin or smirk was masked by bulging candy and god forbid he accidentally giggled, his giggles could be translated as choking.
Light tired to make sense of his expression, but quickly lost interest and returned Mello the favor of a witty remark.
Moments later both extremely sensitive not-quite-men glared at L in threatening unison, and L jammed some caramels into his already full mouth.
"Wa-ff?" he said innocently.
"Your boyfriend's a woman. Which makes you a lesbian, L," Mello pointed out.
"I now understand why you win arguments all the time," said Light to Mello.
Mello raised an eyebrow.
"It's hard to lose when your standards are so low," Light finished, making a referring gesture to L's person.
Both stared at L again, and L performed a very mighty swallow.
"No!" He shouted, spooked by what was happening. "Absolutely not! Mello, Raito-kun said you were ugly. Raito-kun, Mello said you were fat. You two may NOT get along. Ever!"
Light rolled his eyes and Mello and L helped him load all the firewood into the back of a stolen white van.
To be fair, L and Mello were doing most of the loading and lifting, Light did his part gracefully and slowly, masking everything both L and Mello knew for a fact Light was hiding and soldering on though.
Light was feeling extremely lightheaded and on the verge of fainting.
When he thought nobody was looking, he held onto a railing or a wall. His eyelids twitched and his eyes crossed, and at this point L would drop things and get hamburgers with red meat, strong tea with sugar or sweet baked goods.
"Uh-oh," said Mello after catching Light nearly drop a very light pack of firewood, "I think you better feed him."
"I'm fine," Light bit.
After everything turned into ashes, surveillance video cameras picked up the Yagami boy, dressed into formal suit and tie and looking as perfect as ever, walking into the center of the crowded mall.
Light dialed a number on his cellphone that turned out to be a trigger for the small amount of explosives attached to the block in the ventilation shaft. This unsealed the air-conditioning and started to circulate air. Air picked up from the ventilation room.
The following last acts of Light Yagami were also caught on camera:
Pulling out a gun.
Shooting himself in the chest.
Around him, the dynamics of the mall were sluggish and faint.
The automatic doors trapped people inside, not that many realized what was happening.
In the matter of minutes, all 58 men, women and children that were inside of the small shopping mall dropped and perished like flowers going out of bloom.
They went quietly, making the mute surveillance tapes all the more real.
All 58 people died unnoticed. Nobody discovered the happening for the next hour.
Light Yagami lay dead in the center of the mall for 23 minutes, bleeding out slowly.
"That's a lot of blood," said Light, eyeing seven pints of... well, blood.
"Yup. And it's aaall your blood. Every. Single. Drop."
L frowned.
"I do not see how bleeding Raito-kun out of two-thirds of his blood in three days is something to marvel at, Mello," L lied.
"Still," said Light, "that's a lot of blood. We could've stopped at five."
They could have stopped at five, but L convinced Mello the more pints pile up, the merrier, and all Light could really do about it was take the donation needle and suck it up, and then wonder about half-conscious and quite easy to have sex with.
If L chose to have sex with him.
He had not.
He honestly didn't even want to touch him, much less sleep in teh same bed with him, but out courtesy, they slept in the same bed anyway.
What.
Drowsiness and fainting weren't the main concerns, either.
The first question Mello asked Light when the whole idea was born was, could Light handle a small scar just above his collarbone. Because it was Mello asking this question, and Light couldn't help but scan over Mello's fully healed burn scar and remember just how that scar came about, Light was literally backed into a corner and agreed for a tracheal tube for artificial respiration to be inserted into his trachea. A condition of "Mello does that. You stay the fuck away from me" was given and upheld.
And when the bloodpack and the artificial respiration devise attached to a canister worth 25 minutes of oxygen were all installed and hidden under a formal jacket and a tie, the last thing Light said before going in was, "I look fat."
"It's 'cause of that doughnut you ate."
"Shut up."
Within the next hour, L (who was identified on the tape as 'Mello' and was currently running amok in Tsuwano), came in with a gasmask and found Light Yagami dead among the sea of people.
Light's eyes were still open, so L tenderly closed them, and after a short visual contemplation, kissed his dead lower on the forehead and dragged Light's dead body out of the sight of the cameras.
Into the parking lot.
Into a white industrial van.
Where he took off westbound.
"Mello, he will suffocate!"
"We can't. Security guard in the parking lot. There. Do you not see the security guard?"
A minute since Light entered the Carbon Monoxide-rich environment and twenty minutes of playing dead made it twenty-one minutes of oxygen gone from a 25-minute tank.
By now, Light's air must be wearing thin, and at 25 minutes he will begin to struggle for air. At 26 minutes, Light would inevitably and visibly twitch.
Mello had to pull him out now.
"We have 4 minutes, just wait, he'll go away!"
L would have none of it.
"Go in. I'll get the guard."
Mello must have known this was a very big strategic mistake, but he did as he was ordered anyway.
L haphazardly pulled his hair into a high ponytail, grabbed Mello's baseball cap and pulled on a black nylon shirt as he speed-walked up to a random car within the guard's earshot, picked up a rock and smashed a window making enough noise to draw attention to himself.
The guard sprinted for him, and L hesitated and delayed running away until he saw Mello sneak into the mall right behind the guard's back.
They could not be seen walking into a mall wearing gasmasks.
But the large man quickly approaching L was a concern.
L stalled, making sure he was caught before entering the field of view of a camera that could take a close-up shot of his face, and once the guard tackled him to the ground, L elbowed him in the ribs.
The guard was tougher still than he looked and managed to get L in the shoulder with his club once, twice, before L elbowed him in the jaw and fractured the his collarbone. Disoriented, the man let go of L's arm, but that was enough. L slid down, dropped to the ground and delivered a swift kick to the man's skull.
KO.
Without assessing the damage, he ran back to the car, stole the registration papers and some shopping from the back seat as quickly as he could and took off, making the mass homicide inside of the mall and assault of a mall security guard legitimately unrelated.
Hopefully.
Meanwhile, Mello swiped the opened-eyes stickers from Light's eyes, lovingly took off his gasmask, held his breath and kissed Light on the forehead, and hurled the fat motherfucker out.
The mall had the shittiest cameras anyway. The tapes would record the whites of the sticker eyes. The angle which Mello carefully kept would catch Mello's vague description, but not even his new scar.
Uh, wow.
The cameras would also never pick up that the little bastard boyfriend actually fucking fell asleep.
And that he had freakin' headphones in his ears and was listening to his iPod for about 20 minutes.
Great.
They got themselves another elitist.
Mello dragged Light out of the mall.
What Mello-L didn't take with him was over three liters of Light Yagami's blood, a shell casing of the bullet, the gun itself, the cellphone, or any of the 58 people.
58 people Light Yagami murdered in order to find L in the afterlife.
Only L was alive, only 23 minutes made all the difference in the lives of 58 people.
It was like perfect Romeo and Juliet.
Except, none of the officers on the case expected L to commit a ritualistic suicide and follow Light much like Juliette followed Romeo.
Light was just another pretty boy, unfortunate enough with his looks and mind to catch L's interest. Light was already diagnosed with paranoia; he was disturbed, suicidal and apparently developed a Stockholm syndrome.
And by the looks of things, L was a necrophiliac.
That was the end of it.
Light Yagami's murder-suicide was as good as closed.
They had L to catch.
Only, Soichiro Yagami didn't buy any of it.
Not even the part where his son wanted to be with that maniac.
Light Yagami was alive.
As that boy's father, Soichiro Yagami just knew it.
"Chief-"
"Matsuda... swear to me. Swear to me on Light's soul. You'll catch that Mello, or L, or whoever the hell he is. If it wasn't for him, my son would be alive. Swear it."
Matsuda did.
So did Ide.
Both men, the only men the case of L's murder spree in Japan left alive , swore to something Chief Yagami didn't even believe, and as the bad slowly slips into the worse, and at some point the line between worse and worse ceases to exist.
Minutes later, Idea and Matsuda were officially kicked off the L case along with the Chief, and any hopes of taking a stab at Light's murder-suicide became wishful thinking.
The three off-duty officers were allowed to hang on the scene for as long as it took the forensics to wrap up, which later proved to be just enough time to set the roots of a major disaster for L and Light.
None of them knew this yet, instead Soichiro Yagami with his loyal disbursed team behind him grit his teeth and re-watched Light's suicide video over and over.
In the video, Light closed his eyes and smiled. His pearly white teeth sparkled as perfectly as they sparkled on every photo in the Yagami household. Most of the photos were proud magazine and newspaper shots, carefully cut out and framed for the world to see the achievements of the Chief's boy.
For a short while, all the photos and scrapbooks were thrown away into boxes, and as soon as Light took off with Misa Amane, chief Yagami took the pictures out and placed them exactly where they were; aware that one day his son would decide to be a bigger man and come back home.
Perhaps that was Soichiro's fault; sometimes his son felt like an accessory to go with all the cutouts and scrapbooks, as a part of the set.
But Soichiro knew his son, maybe better than what most people gave him credit for.
The photo on the cover of the junior sports magazine with Light grinning widely at his new tennis trophy was a lie. Light was sporting a sprained ankle, and as soon as he was out of the earshot of public opinion and within the safely in his father's car, that boy closed the windows and revealed the injury. And swore and frowned all he wanted.
His son's picture in the newspaper was as joyful as anyone would expect a kid who just placed first in the national exams to look. This photo was also a lie; Soichiro knew this because just moments before the picture was taken, Light was informed he would be giving his 1st year honorary entrance speech in ToOh with Ryuga Hideki, and that drove Light practically livid for days on.
The perfect smile at the end of his son's suicide video was also a lie.
It was what made the chief wonder just which parts of the suicide note were actually true.
He concluded that none were.
Light never loved anything more than he loved himself; that was a fact Soichiro knew all too well as the boy's father.
Light would never kill himself for the sake of his 'love'.
And contrary to the surveillance video, L was not Mello, in fact Soichiro had seen both L and Mello, alive and well.
"When you almost died, did you see Ryuzaki in the purgatory?"
A hint. A hint intended for the man who never reported his house being broken into by Ryuzaki Rue just days ago.
"I hope I'm with him by the time you get this."
If his son was, it was sure as hell not for long.
"For fuck's sake, it was stupider than all the fucking stupid things you, me and Matt ever did combined!"
"We had no choice."
"No, you had a choice. You had a choice to go according to the damn plan and keep your huge ego out of the freakin' cameras! Maybe you forgot, but you were supposed to be dead! If they start looking for you¸ not me, not him, you L, your stupid ass, if they as much as catch a whiff of it, we are fucking screwed! Because of a choice you fucking had!"
"Mello should calm down!"
"Mello should fucking not calm down! That was stupid and extremely fucking idiotic! Maybe he's worth the fucking Olympus to you, he may for all I care, you can fucking be responsible for him. Hell, I'll even help you! As long as you don't fucking sacrifice my ass to save his, it'll all be fucking marvelous!"
"Mello is exaggerating, not only is he exaggerating, he is rationalizing. Between him, Light and myself, Mello is the one enjoying the most safety!"
"Bull fucking shit--- what the hell are you laughing at?!"
Behind the pages of a glossy fashion magazine, Light was simply beaming, and shamelessly at that. Diplomatically, tapping a corner of the page against his chin, he looked up as if he hadn't the faintest idea what was happening. Grinning even wider, he flipped the page.
"Oh, nothing. Just a little thing I read. But do continue. By the way, the word you're looking for is 'gambit'."
"See?!! What the hell!"
"Please note that Raito-kun was never the excessively grateful kind, Mello."
The occupants of the motel room next to them knocked against the wall and shouted for them to shut up.
"Oh, go to hell!" Mello shouted right back at them, "you assholes aren't even sleeping, WE CAN HEAR YOU DOING IT!"
Everything irritated Mello that day, and L understood the problem.
They were compromised, and calling it anything other than that was simply suicidal.
The blonde hair bounced in the air when Mello finally plopped onto the vacant bed, still fuming.
"Ugh. Fuck."
"Yes, indeed."
"Done already?"
"Shut up."
"Yes, indeed."
"Shut up too, you! Ughh. We need a fucking brand new and shiny-"
No. No new plans.
"Absolutely not. The old plan is fine."
"And how the hell are we supposed to get out of the country with both of us wanted, genius?"
"You do not know that."
But they did know it, and it was only a matter of time, and even if it wasn't, the risk outweighed the benefits enormously. Their entire 'get-out-of-Japan' ticket relied heavily on at least one person not getting national media search coverage, and if Ryuzaki Rue was even hinted at being alive... Nobody would know. It was just one camera that had another nobody breaking into a car.
And yet, they have resorted to the default backup plan because of much less, and as much as L didn't want to be left alone with Light, he was going to be left alone with Light be it because of an elaborate plan to separate, or simply because he escalated Mello's level of irritation until the blonde just took off on his own.
L opted for the later, somehow enjoying the mutual irritation a little too much.
A lamp was thrown at L, and Mello stomped towards the door.
"I will see Mello in London!"
"I'll see your sorry ass on Crime Stoppers on TV!"
"Crime Stoppers does not air in London!"
"What's Crime Stoppers?" said Light, still completely unaffected by Mello suddenly divorcing L from their shotgun marriage.
"Raito-kun will see when we get to London!"
"YOU JUST SAID CRIME STOPPERS DOESN'T AIR IN LONDON YOU ASSHOLE!" shouted Mello over his shoulder before slamming the door had enough for the bits of dry wallpaper glue to sprinkle the motel carpet.
The roar of the old engine and clattering of the loose metal signaled Mello signing the custody papers as his final act. L rolled his eyes. The people in the neighboring room banged on their wall again, as if L had any control over the noise level of the old Volvo.
"No screaming, no making noises... you know, I bet you they're doing it with the lights off," commented Light, still engulfed by his magazine.
"We can do better than insult from afar, Raito-kun."
"Oh?"
"Mello just took our car."
Light sweetly closed his magazine and placed in on his lap, turned around and peaked out of the window right behind his chair.
"Oho. Looks like somebody had a brand-new BMW."
"Discreet. And very subtle."
When Light was about to return to his magazine as if nothing happened, L sat down on one of the beds and crossed his legs, observing Light closely.
"What?"
"Light does not appear concerned with our current predicament in the slightest."
"Whatever. You'll figure it out."
L looked around the room, up at the ceiling and considered everything.
"You know, it would be much easier to leave Japan on my own than with you."
Light raised an eyebrow.
"'Kay. Why am I still here?"
"You are a consolation prize."
"Oh, well. There you go. Figure it out and leave me alone, this magazine is- very… interesting." But oh, where did that confidence and a subtle suggestion L should just finish Light off go when L pulled out a heavy berretta and aimed it. Oh, did color leave Light's face, oh, did he subconsciously shield himself with his magazine before even finishing his sentence.
It was nice, it was. The power.
Knowing that everything L went through for that little bastard who hated him was a waste made him want to squeeze the life out of that little... and what would he have left? He took what he got. Power he had was no longer a thing of consequence since Light generally stopped caring, about everything really.
And having the power to still make him squirm despite it being ultimately of no consequence was still... intoxicating.
Drawing a heavy, loaded gun and aiming it… Light tried shrink where he sat.
But L's beautiful guns only did half of the trick.
Knowing how much Light was afraid of guns was the other half. The light twitch in the kneecaps, the white knuckles gripping the magazine, the hiding, all while trying to look unbothered made L forget things.
The scene was delicious.
It was arousing.
God.
He grabbed the magazine and tore it out of Light's clutch, and small shreds of paper still remained in Light's clenched fists when L looked down on him. And Light only saw the gun, the silver heavy metal piece of art staring at him with a single eye.
L clicked the safety off, and the gorgeous brunette nearly jumbled out of his skin. Wow.
Loose light-brown hairs, tiny beads of sweat, smooth soft skin...
L pressed the barrel right between the caramel eyes that wrinkled and closed immediately. He let himself enjoy this, touched the shivering lips with the tips of his fingers, traced down the warm neck and undid one button before allowing the gun retrace his fingers' steps down the line of the pointy nose, over his lips, down his neck...
"How is it?"
Light didn't hear him.
"I said, how is it?" L demanded, impaling the sweet curve of the boy's under-chin on his gun. The things he could do with that gun... things his partner would never handle, but still, oh was he tempted...
"It's-s c-cold," Light finally managed, and L saw tiny tears glisten in the corners of the screwed eyes.
Yes, well, no more of that.
Safety was back on the gun, and as soon as the metal lost contact with the soft skin, momentarily Light became himself again, the innocent and naïve boy, who was hurt, who was scared, who needed to hold onto Ryuzaki as the only straw keeping his sanity together.
Fists clutched onto the back L's shirt and for the briefest of moments, the perfect illusion was complete, and it was over all too soon when Light let go and allowed his hands to slide don't L's back.
"Let's just fuck," said Light, as indifferent and mock-happy as he was just a minute ago.
"Let's 'have sex', Light. At least do not make sound so crude."
"Ha, next thing you'll be calling it is 'making love'," Light laughed again, humorlessly, and if anything had the power to kill a mighty erection, it was laughter.
L frowned and threw Light's cold embrace off himself.
"Get your things. We are driving tonight."
Light smiled unpleasantly.
"We could've shown them how to do it properly, you know," was the last dash of salt he sprinkled on that.
L said nothing and went to steal their neighbor's beige BMW.
I'm posting this and eating.
I don't care. I'm really, really hungry.
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CH26: Tower of Babel
Fake suicide. Failed sex.
Ominous car crash you know will happen.
For everything else, there is Magic Button.
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