Chapter 14:
"Making Future Plans"
The plan was good, except for the part where Light had to relinquish the Death Note once more.
He had mentioned it before, but he still hated the fact that he had to return back to his mundane existence. A person empty of purpose in a futile hunt for basically, himself, Kira, to regain what he was about to loose—Again!
Rage had left, taking the body of the Savant Society's assassin with him, retrieving his Death Note. He said he had not cared for his handler and had planned to part with him sooner rather than later anyway. This assignment just gave him the opportunity he wanted.
The Dining Hall was put back to the way it was before, the Shinigami had incredible retrogression powers and could reverse time, but only in small pockets. So, only the Dining Hall was affected. The assassin was still deceased. Rage said it had benefits for his handlers who had misstepped to correct mistakes.
He could not revive the dead, however.
Valtros knew how to pilot the CROSSBOUND, but Light felt it was better she didn't. He smashed his nipple GPS tracking device instead. This, in turn, would alert L, who would dispatch the authorities.
It had been nearly twenty hours since Light and Misa had come on board, and since then, everyone except for himself and Misa were now dead.
Valtros' story was perfect. Light tossed the assassin's gun overboard. It would contradict Valtros's suicide note if found. Best to send the gun to a watery grave, like Val, the yacht's Stewardess.
With Misa still asleep, she drank quite a lot at dinner, Light accepted Valtros' offer. I was an invitation of such extraordinary opportunity he couldn't pass it up, and they made love in her cabin. It was the first consummation between a human and a Shinigami.
He thought about the conceptualization, the notion of what he was doing and whom he was having sex with, it bordered on nymphophia—he was making love to the dead, albeit a god of death. But he didn't see Valtros that way right now. She was a very beautiful woman whom he enjoyed being with.
They engaged in the throes of passion, and Valtros cried out, clutching him tightly, as he climaxed inside her.
An hour after it began, Light lay next to Valtros. Sweat covered his entire body. He huffed out a few breathes.
It had been his first time. He understood the mechanics and theoretical concepts of sex and tried to use that knowledge to his advantage. He fumbled a little, and she laughed at him—knowing he was inexperienced—but that only made him more determined to drive it home and succeed in making Valtros cry out in ecstasy.
Often what made a person feel good was all that was needed, manipulating those feelings to get desired results. It was a draconian way of thinking, but even though he considered himself a perfectionist, mistakes were unavoidable. And like Kira, he learned from his errors and improved to strive to be on top—where he ended up here.
Valtros breathed out, her body covered in sweat. "Oh, Light, that was wonderful," she said. Light leaned over and kissed her. "It was your first time, but you really know how to please a woman."
"Helps to have the right lover," he replied, smiling. "I'll be sad when this ends. I want to remember you, Valtros."
"I know…" Valtros reached over and cupped his face. "But I'll remember you, and one day, we can be together again. But I'll have to return to the Savant Society and explain what happened, and why Cross is dead. They won't like that. There is a strict rule that Shinigami are not allowed to kill their handlers chosen by the Society. The story I have to take back will be complex. But in the end, I think things will roll over smoothly."
"Roll over? What do you mean?"
"I'll be handed over to another member to be their Shinigami," Valtros explained. "That's the contractual agreement the Shinigami King and the Savant Society's High Council have in place, kind of like an exchange program. We are coupled with humans to experience the Human World to stave off our boredom in the Shinigami Realm, while humans gain knowledge from us about the universe.
"However, I think it's more of a dog's leash, to keep we Shinigami under control so we don't burst out and start killing human's haphazardly to gain lifespans.
"With all due honestly, I believe Kira is helping convey to the Shinigami King and the Council that such a thing is necessary. Kira's killing spree is similar to a rampageous Shinigami that kills without a single thought. All those lifespans wasted for conceptual justice. And yet, I know why you taking the steps that you are."
"The world is rotten and it needs to be cleaned up, that is my goal with the Death Note," Light said straightly. "But certain elements are preventing me from doing what I believe is righteous, roadblocks such as L, the Kira Task Force, and other puerile individuals with Death Notes, such as Misa, stopping me from achieving my agenda. All I'm doing it trying to help the world. I get pushback from almost every front."
Light sat up in bed, planting his feet on the floor. Valtros sat up in bed, pulling the covers over herself.
"I need people I can trust," he said. "Which reminds me" — he turned around— "Do you know a Shinigami named Prevost?" She shook her head. "Hmm. He gave me some valuable information that will be extremely helpful to me in the future. I don't know how long I'll be under L's thumb, or how long it will take to regain my memories again once it comes for us to depart, but I need you to do something for me in my stead. I need you to retrieve something for me in a lockbox from a certain bank in Geneva, Switzerland. It's highly unlikely I can find a way to travel there unless it has something to do with the Kira Case. So, you going in my place would be perfect!"
"What is it?"
"It is information about the future given to me inside a computer. I'll give you the lockbox code and computer password that I memorized given to me by Prevost. He was a Shinigami who came to me when I was embattled with a now deceased and crazed foe. I'll use it to create my Grand Agenda, a world-wide network of associations and connections, all controlled under Kira, using multilateral methods of persuasion—the Death Note being the key."
"Sure," Valtros said, a bit bewildered. "How will I get it to you?"
"You'll know when the time is right," he said with a grin, then turned back over, and laid back beside her.
He smiled, and gazed longingly into her beautiful eyes.
Perfect! I'll use you to get this information from the future. This couldn't have worked out better than if I had planned it myself. It appears even the universe likes Kira! And honestly, I wish you, Valtros, was my Shinigami instead of Ryuk. I can't do with Ryuk what I just did wish you, and neither would I wish to try.
"I don't know when Misa and I will be rescued, but after I smashed my GPS tracker, L will no doubt send in the cavalry to get me back," Light said. "And I'll have some major explaining to do. I won't have a lot of answers, but that won't stop him from interrogating me."
Valtros kissed him the lips. "In the meantime, stay with me, just a little while longer," she asked beseechingly.
He agreed, and they embraced.
They made love again.
Then he made final preparations for his eventual, albeit, annoying on-coming bout of amnesia—when he would have to relinquish Valtros' Death Note.
He hated even thinking about it.
To be continued...