(This chapter is for mature readers due to subject content)

CHAPTER 24:
"To The Victor, the Spoils"

Chastity lay on the floor breathing heavily, her naked body saturated in sweat. She was spread eagle, exhausted. She lay on her clothes. She removed them when she and Light began to engage in their act, each more thoroughly pushing the other to the limit.

The endgame was who would submit to the other first.

Light stood above her, naked, sweating, breathing heavier than normal. For once, he had to actually work hard to get the results he desired, and he was pleased with himself.

The Alpha Guard aided in his efforts to overcome her, as they initialized in some of the more intensive actions he had ever known. But it was the only way to overcome her. And he used techniques he had learned from Asumi.

She was good, but he overcame her. She may have had had more experience, but he had more control. Although, there were at times when he felt he was going to lose. But now to the victor went the spoils.

"Oh my god!" she breathed out. "I can't believe it, I lost. You really knew where to hit all my sweet spots."

"Education is everything, my dear," Light smirked. His heart was pounding, but he calmed his breathing. It was time to end things here. "Now for my prize, dear talented Chastity, but I did enjoy our tryst."

She looked at him strangely. Then, all of a suddenly, she grabbed her mouth, feeling a tremendous electrical shock to her jaw. She reached in and tried to pry the mouthguard out. "Jesus f…g Christ!" she mouthed.

"Take it out and you die!" he said. "Take your hands out of your mouth and remain still." He commanded, then said: "Infinity." It was a universal command to stop the Death Clock.

He learned there was a problem with stating a command on its own, and he had to remember if he didn't want a person to die after using the Death Note, he would have to say or make the symbol for Infinity every time.

She did, unwittingly, obey his commands.

He came to stand over her, hovering above her waist. Chastity seemed loss for words. Light looked down at her, and she looked up, like she was looking into the eyes of the Devil.

"This is what I like," he then said, and it got a rise in him. He had defeated her by making her submit, but he was not finished with her yet. He was not satisfied. "That mouthguard you put in your mouth is a control mechanism that is now directly connected to your Prefrontal Cortex. It is the part of the brain that controls free thought. And without my authority, you will not be able to do anything. Take it out and you immediately die of a heart attack."

Chastity shook her head. "You bastard! What did you do to me?"

"Oh, my dear, you haven't seen anything yet," Light smirked sinisterly. "I command you: be mute." Then he made the symbol for Infinity with a hand, so to stop the forty-second Death Clock. He could either say it or made the universal double helix with a hand. As long he did it within the forty-second time limit, he could recite it or make the symbol, and the Death Clock would cease counting, permanently stuck in a loop.

He also learned he could alter his command with the time, as long as Infinity was spoken or symboled.

She tried to speak, but her voice was lost. And she couldn't move.

Light then backed up, and lifted her legs into the air, and entered her.

And he took great pleasure in ravishing her.

Since Tigressa, normal sex never satisfied him, so he had to make things interesting and exciting. He needed something more thrilling and this stimulated him to a degree that went beyond the normal.

He knew what it implied, but she had started it.

He thought of Kiyomi Takada, the love of his life—the woman he was going to see before he was kidnapped—as he thrusted harder and faster. Then released inside her.

Chastity's eyes bulged as she experienced the jettison of sensation and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Light dropped her legs, then stood up, and once again stood over her, a crooked, evil smile on his face. The juices of his act still dripping down in streams of thick fluid.

He saw Chastity's eyes tear-up.

Chastity had admitted that she was a sexaholic, but here she got her just-desserts, and had met her match. A cold, calculating opponent, who beat her at her own game.

"Another Wammy House orphan beaten," he humourously said.

Light began to dress, as he forcefully kept Chastity on the floor. She desperately tried to speak, tears flowing down her cheeks, knowing full well what had just happened.

He zipped up his pants, but left his shirt unbuttoned. He left his jacket, because it was ruined when Matt stomped on it after his cigarette landed on it. However, before Chastity undressed, she had removed a standard gloc pistol from her clothes before she untied him. He knew he could have quickly grabbed it, but he wanted to win the game.

Now he held it in hand. It was nothing compared to his golden luger.

"The act of kidnapping is a nasty business, my dear Chastity. And kidnap the wrong person and you could lose everything. There are consequences to every action, and every action has a reaction. You being like this, is the reaction to your failure. You thought you could win over me? You were sadly mistaken. I, Kira, never lose!"

Her eyes widened.

He spread his arms wide in god-like fashion. "Yes, I am alive! Reborn from the ashes of defeat like the mythical Phoenix. And my judgments will continue. I have made you my unwitting slave with that mouthguard, believe it or not. Cut from the same cloth as the Death Note, so to speak; the tool in which I do my judgements. So, I can make you do anything I wish with it. My powers are infinite. I had to escape a previous predicament, so I created a new persona, and now I am more powerful than ever. However, now that you know the truth…"

He bent down, and with the barrel of the pistol, he shoved it in her. She couldn't speak, but she could grunt in protest. And he pushed it in as far as the barrel could go. Then he stood up.

"When I leave this room, after thirty-seconds, you will pull the trigger," he commanded.

She shook her head, but while normal human instinct was self-preservation, she would have no choice but to obey the mouthguard's control even if it went against her morality of suicide.

He could just issue a command, wait for forty-seconds, and she would die of a heart attack. But she deserved a more fitting demise. She tried to manipulate him, using her body and violating his, to coax information out of him. She had asked him questions about his business and personal life during the act.

But he had refused to answer. Just like he refused to answer Asumi when she tried to interrogate him with far greater ruthless methods, trying to get information about the NPA when she was a member of the Yukaza.

"I enjoyed out time together, Chastity, and I will always remember it," he said. "But you're too foolish. And I need an intelligent woman to stimulate me. I once had a partner who was so immature, she eventually cost me everything. She's dead now. She looked very much like you, only more dense.

"Before Matt kidnapped me, I was on my way to meet a woman who stimulates me in ways no one could not even imagine, on an intellectual level, and someone I have been waiting to reconnect with for a very long time. So, this little thing we had will stay between us, not a word." He laughed, knowing she couldn't speak. He put a finger to his lips jokingly, knowing she would be dead soon anyway.

He took one last glance around, grabbed his mask, and fastened his watch around his wrist. Inside its secret compartment was a small piece of the Death Note and a small pin to use as a writing instrument. His blood would be the ink if needed. He used it when he originally killed Takada, but he would never tell her that.

Matt had taken his gun and baton. He wanted them back!

He then said: "No one fucks with Kira, my dear. Especially on a cognitive level. I am superior to you, to everyone, and I bow down to no one. There was only one person who was ever a match for me. But I destroyed him. So, my last words to you are this: Whatever god you believe in, may your god have mercy on your soul. For Kira has judged you to be unworthy of this existence, and thus you will be sent to the hellfire's of the afterlife. Enjoy the ride."

He left the room, and within thirty-seconds, he heard the shot, and if he wasn't mistaken, with a small death yelp.

Navigating the building was easy, and Light found the exit in quick succession.

Parked outside, between two buildings, hidden from sight, was the motorcycle Matt had brought him here with. No doubt, Matt must have strapped Light to himself, so he wouldn't fall off during the ride.

He wished he knew how to drive, so he could just take the motorcycle out of here. But other than its practical applications, Light didn't know the first thing how to operate it safely.

"I vow I'll get Demetre to teach me how to drive," he said. It had been a huge regret in his life.

He searched the motorbike's carry compartments, and surprisingly, located his baton. He pressed the button and it telescoped to its full length of four inches. Matt must have wanted to take it with him instead of giving it to Chastity, because of its custom uniqueness, along with his gun, both as souvenirs.

Unfortunately, his golden luger was missing.

"Hold it right there!" Matt's voice suddenly demanded.

Light turned to see his own gun pointed at him. Matt had snuck up on him by the same exit.

Matt said, "I don't know how you escaped, but you're not going anywhere! I was told you keep you here! Where's Chastity?"

Chastity was Light's leverage. If he told Matt that he had killed her, Light would most likely be shot out of anger and rage. So, he played to his strength. He would deflect. "You're quite good, Matt, but you're not as smart as some. I know Wammy House produced some inspiring prospects, it was a school for gifted children. But compared to me, you're nothing but the gum one would scrap from the bottom of a shoe. And I won't be killed by the likes of you."

Suddenly, Ryuk dropped down from above, and knocked the gun out away hand with a flick of his boney hand. The Shinigami had already stated that he wouldn't kill for Light, but he could still help him in other ways. Matt fell on his butt. Light saw Ryuk perched on the roof moments before and used the Shinigami to his fortuitous advantage.

Light picked up his gun and then pointed it at Matt.

"What the hell was that?" Matt questioned, looking around. "What the hell hit me?"

"That's right, you can't see him." Light looked at Ryuk. "Best that you can't, not a pretty sight."

"Hey, humans are the not the best looking creatures," Ryuk rebuked. "Some are, but not all of you."

Light ignored Ryuk's retort. He looked back to Matt. "You never had a chance against me, Matt. If I recall, you helped Mello kidnap Kiyomi Takada by leading her bodyguards away from the scene. It was on the news that you had been killed, your picture was everywhere. Funny, how you're now alive? Did you ever touch a Death Note?"

Light looked back at Ryuk, the Shinigami shook his head. He would know if a person did. Touching a Death Note was similar to a smell a dog would pick up of their owner, Ryuk once told him. And if a person possessed one, much like the piece in Light's watch, it acted like a beacon to find the owner.

"What's a Death Note?"

"Never mind," Light replied to Matt. He pointed the gun directly at Matt's head. Matt's eyes widened, and he inched back involuntary, not wanting to be killed. "The tables have turned, I now have you. And I'm sorry to say, Chastity no longer has to worry about her addiction. But I will tell you one thing, she had the best before she died."

"You bastard!" Matt snapped. "When J hears about this, you'd a fucking deadman!"

"Who is this J? Or, is it Jay, as in a name?"

Matt refused to answer. But Light didn't care.

He then whipped Matt across the head with his baton that he had in his other hand, and Matt collapsed unconscious.

Light stood there for a moment, looking at him. "Morph has some explaining to do. He told me, he was watching out for abnormalities. Matt, Mello's comrade, died. I remember this vividly. Now he is reborn? Why?"

Ryuk lumbered over to Matt, and looked down. "Demetre mentioned something similar about Kiyomi Takada before he asked me to find you. He's at your condo apartment downtown with her right now."

Suddenly, Light was filled with a happiness when he thought of Takada. He still needed to be filled in on the full details of her resurrection, but he could not wait to see her again.

"Thank you, Ryuk, for coming to rescue me," Light said humbly. "You can have as many apples as you desire."

"Yummy! Can't wait! So, what do we do about this guy? He knows your secret, he's seen your real face."

"Take him with us."

"I can't take you both, and besides, only those who have touched a Death Note can see me, and seeing a human fly through the air will freak people out."

"Good point," he said, then looked at the motorcycle. "Do you know how to drive one of these things?"

"Yeah, I think I can ride it back to Tsuku-Yoki Tower," Ryuk said.

Ryuk's appearance changed, and he suddenly became human in appearance—the very same person he had been in Quindecim, posing as Special Arbiter Ryu and the Representative from Shinigami Realm.

He mounted the bike, and to Light's surprise, was very familiar with it.

Ryuk switched on the engine and rived it up. "When you were in Quindecim for those years, and Morph rescued me from my prison in the Shinigami Realm, as he prepared to break you out, I entertained myself as a human, and did a lot of things. Would you like me to teach you how to drive one of these things?" He grinned.

Light's ego deflated. He couldn't believe Ryuk knew how to drive and he didn't. Nevertheless, he contemplated on taking him up on the offer at the later date.

Light went over to Matt and picked him up, then positioned him on the back of the motorcycle behind Ryuk, using some rope he found laying around the back warehouse alley to tie him securely around Ryuk, so he wouldn't fall off.

"How are you going to get back?" Ryuk asked.

Morph suddenly popped into existence. He smiled broadly.

Light frowned.

"I have been watching you, Light Yagami," the Imp said smugly. "It was very entertaining how you dealt with that woman. And the after effects, quite gruesome. Ever seen a Jason Pollack painting? But you humans are so limited in your abilities. Need a lift back? I can take you anywhere you wish to go—in an instant." He snapped his fingers, as if that's all it would take. But for a supernatural being with unlimited power, Light didn't question it.

Light rolled his eyes, abashed. "Yes, I do," he said, the mere offer left him somewhat emasculated. "Take me back to Tsuku-Yoki Tower. I wish to fresh up. I need a shower, and this place smells like gutted fish."

Ryuk laughed, then he sped off on the motorcycle with the unconscious Matt.

Morph then told Light that he had been brought to a warehouse on Harumi Wharf, in Chuo City, when Light asked where he was.

Then they both disappeared, Morph using his powers to wink-out.

To be continued...