PART 11

Light had a thought, but he knew it was morally incomprehensible for him even think it as it went against his better self. Still, he wondered if it might be amicable in helping him find a way out of his predicament.

Yukie liked him. So, why not assuage her delusions and evolve that desire to the point she faltered?

I believe it's called 'Stockholm Syndrome', when the victim of a sexual crime falls in love with their captor. I'm shy at school, I like to stay to myself—dating occasionally—but I can be charismatic when I want.

He had seen enough romance movies to get an idea of how to woo a girl and had used some of those 'techniques' as practical application, despite failing fifty-percent of the time. Girls these days were just too smart and had had also seen the same movies, so to plagiarize those movies was like getting an D on a test. As in, "How dumb to you think I am to try something like that on me?"

And yet, he thought, they did work fifty-perfect of the time—maybe they'd work on Yukie?

He let out a soft sigh and mentally prepared himself for the greatest role of his life, one where he was willing to play to the hilt. He momentarily shut his eyes. He then opened them a second later to an actor's vision. It was almost as if he was looking through someone else's eyes, that he was another person, and he gazed up at Yukie, her sensual frame, her lustful, perkiness, and her gorgeous cuteness. He would use her traits and greatest assets against her.

He licked his lips, moistened them so they would glisten in the moonlight. He saw her watching him, and Yukie looked intrigued, even curious with his new demeanour. He wanted to look desirable, wanting of her affection, like she had enticed him to open up, welcoming him into her twisted world.

"Yukie—you're terrific!" he said with a smile. "You have no idea how long I've waited to find someone like you. I've been secretly living a lie, a lie of yearning for something—someone—like you to sweep me off my feet. And you didn't disappoint."

He hoped he had not plastered it on too thick. He knew some girls could see right through the "fluff" and lies. Does it sound fake? Just go with it, he told himself. If you hesitate, it will only cause her to be skeptical of you. She has to believe what I'm saying is the god's-honest-truth! You have to believe it!

Yukie looked at him and cocked her head slightly confused.

Personality types of her nature Light knew from reading articles in a few psychology papers enjoyed the thrill of overpowering their victims. However, when their victim begins to accept their captor, show interest, the thrill sometimes wans. He had to make sure not to come one too strong and to trip her off that he was only pretending. He had to make his return affection believable.

"So, is this your plan to get her to release you?" Ryuk asked from afar. The god of death chuckled. Light ignored him. "Just know, I'll take your life first before she does. Your lifespan will add to mine. But your dream of a brand new world free of evil will die too if either scenario comes to pass."

Then I'll just have to escape, Light thought. So shut-the-hell-up Shinigami!

Yukie crawled back on top of him straddling him at the mid-section again. He had since eased his mind and controlled his conscious thoughts of her sexual appeasement. She had the knife in hand, but seemed displeased that he no longer was rising to her advances.

"Is this really true, Light? Am I really exciting you?" Yukie wiggled, trying to entice him again, but he held restraint. "Show me how much and I'll let you touch me." She started to cut the middle of her bra, but then stopped. "No, you're not ready yet. You need to do something for me first."

Yukie got off him and went to his desk. She opened the top drawer.

Light had a moment panic with the Death Note there, but then she reached and only took out his Diary, a thick book. She came back, but even with Ryuk standing next to the bedroom door, she ignored him. He breathed out a sign of relief. She must not have touched the Death Note. Thank god!

She obviously enjoyed straddling him, because she did it again.

But she had left the kitchen knife on his desk, obviously not needing it with him tied up.

Yukie flipped through his Diary, and said, "While you were sleeping, I read your inner most thoughts, Light, and they were—pedantic, bland, even trite, almost like there was no emotion in your writings. You wouldn't make a good novelist. A Diary needs soul. There are a very few entries during Second Year, after Dana Chika left you. They're filled with sadness. They touched me. She's featured prominently. I remember Dana and when she abandoned you after First Year, the whole school knows—you really loved her. But we all have to move on." She smiled, but it one of those wicked, savage ones, uncaring, as if she was glad Light's heart had been broken. "Now you have more time for me," she added.

Light signed annoyed.

Yukie had apparently grabbed a pen while she was at his desk and now turned the Diary, opening it to a blank page and faced it to him. She said, "I want you to write in your Diary about me, Light, how much you love me, and how much you'd like to spend the rest of your life with me, and do it—with feeling."

Light was taken back. Then he had an idea. She would need to release him before he could write anything, it was the perfect opportunity to get at least his arms free.

Suddenly, he saw it, the ring with its diamond glimmering in the moonlight on the third finger of her left hand. He gave a mental gasp. The blood rushing from his face, shocked. "W-where'd you get that?"

Yukie didn't know what he was referring to at first, but then she made the connection and looked at her hand. "Oh, I found it on your desk," she said with a joyous gleeful smile. "It's so beautiful. I don't know why you have it, but—it belongs to me now. This will make the perfect thing to show everyone at school that we're going steady now—secretly dating. I'll say you just gave it to me tonight."

Yukie produced a large smile, but Light felt violated—even more so than his current situation of being tied down to his own bed. He felt sick to his stomach. That ring was to be given to Dana. Even though she was gone, it was still hers—no one else's! Yukio wearing it was testament to blasphemy!

He was angry and hatred swelled up deep inside him. He wanted to swear, to shout—for Yukie to take it off. But he didn't. He needed to fulfil in his plan for Yukie to release him—Carpe Diem! Seize The Day!

William Shakespeare called the world a stage, Light recalled. Just as actors made their entry and exit on stage, people come and go. On a stage, an actor comes on the stage, plays their role, delivers the dialogues, and when his role is over, makes their exit. But it was not him time to make his "exit" yet.

Kira still had a lot more "acting" to do, he mentally promised.

"Yes, of course," Light produced a fake smile, showing teeth, "a perfect gift for a perfect girl. Forgive me, a woman." He heard Ryuk produce a sound under his breath similar to "huh?" "Such a wonderful thing to present my everlasting and unfettered love to you, Yukie. You complete me."

Yukie's eyes lit up. "I do? Oh, Light! You make me so happy! I'd ask where you got such a beautiful ring, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm going to cherish it always!"

Fine, you do that, bitch! Until I manage to rip it from your finger! But for now… "Would you like me to write that entry into my Diary now? But I'll need my arms free to hold the book and write, my love."

"Oh, you're making me sick, Light," Ryuk said. "You're faking every last word, but you sound pretty convincing. You're good at lying. And Yukie is eating it up. This is entertaining." He chuckled.

I always try not to tell lies that hurt others, but this time I'm making an exception, Light replied mentally.
You believe you've won, Yukie? Indeed, you've brought out some "feelings" in me and some that I never thought I would ever feel for someone like you! But if anyone deserves to be a victim of Kira, it is you!

Demetre sat home alone on a couch in his living room facing a brick fireplace. His parents were out with the Yagami's for a well deserved dinner and get-together after all the stress Chief Yagami had been going through with the advent of Kira. Demetre still couldn't believe such an entity as Kira even existed and was killing criminals. He even tried to murder 'L' on national television, but failed.

Hachi had dropped him off at home. Hachi had a driver's license, but Demetre had failed twice. The written test he aced, but he couldn't pass the practical exam on the road. Something always happened.

But despite that, after he and Hachi left school after their late investigation, finding the Epipen, Demetre got to thinking about its owner. Why bury it? Obviously to hide it, he told himself.

He looked with a blank stare at the fireplace mantle with pictures of his family and one of his grandfather. His grandfather was in his late fifties. Demetre's family married young and had children young. Demetre had a lot of cousins, nephews, and nieces, but he was an only child. He wasn't ready to settle yet, even though he would have enjoyed to if it was with Dana Chika. He loved her in secret despite her being Light's long-steady girlfriend since middle school. He was devastated when she just up and left.

Like a brother, I was there for Light when he needed me most. And as his closest friend, I'm always with him at school when he needs back-up. I just wish I could solve Sato's murder to clear him.

Demetre leaned back. Tonight had been the perfect time with Hachi to go to school to hunt for clues to Sato's killer. He knew there was no way it was natural causes even before he found the Epipen.

He twirled in his right hand. Something didn't sit right with him, and despite his own sound advise, he wanted to tell Light what he and Hachi found. He picked up his cell and dialed Light's number.

To be continued...