Favored by the Master of Death Chapter 7

2 Years Earlier

L's Age: 23

L pressed himself to the wall in the dark hallway, nothing but the light spilling from a cracked door allowing him to see. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears as silky voices flowed from a room.

"What do you want?" A voice that was distinctly Harry snapped out, unaware of L's spying.

"You," a smooth voice replied, "your power. I want you on my side. The weasel has been on a rampage since you have left, trying to round us all up regardless of our willingness to join, and now that I have finally caught up with you I could use you. Unfortunately he has turned his attention to me and mine. My mother can't handle anymore and you are the only one strong enough to stop him on all fronts. He isn't strong magically, but he has all the political power he could possibly need. Granger is on his side, though she does seem to be reluctant to go after me, her brain power seems to have slipped since the school days.

However, as you may know she is the minister and she holds the most sway over the people. So, I want you as backup for when they decide to raid my manor, which will be any day now."

L shifted, confusion filling him at the strangers words. Powers? Magically strong? Manors and political wars? Just who was the man he loved and did L even know him? As thousands of thoughts flitted through his brain L felt unease crawl through his body.

"Come now Malfoy, surely you can handle two little pests by yourself." Harry commented, drawing L's attention.

"Really Potter, calling your best friends pests? I thought better of you. They are part of your golden trio are they not? I figured this would be your chance to save them, because believe me I ask for your help to protect them, not me." the man, Malfoy, hissed back.

"People change, especially people who have lived as long as me. Your kind no longer concerns me. I simply don't care." Harry informed, boredom lacing him tone.

"Oh, and what about your little pet that had kept you grounded for so long hm? Is he nothing to you?" Malfoy sneered, "Where is he anyway I simply must thank him for distracting you long enough for me to find you." L jumped when he heard a loud crash from the room. He quickly threw the door open and ran into the room.

Harry was standing over a man with silky blonde hair, pale skin, grey eyes that were narrowed in the man's anger. His breath was coming in pants and his tongue flicked from his mouth to wipe up the blood that was oozing from his split lip.

"Let's get one thing straight Malfoy, you do not threaten L in my presence. He is the most perfect being to ever grace this pathetic rock with its presence." Harry growled as Malfoy's eyes flicked about.

"So," Malfoy smirked as his eyes landed on L, "he knows your secret then oh great Master of Death?" Harry followed Malfoy's line of sight and paled when he spotted L frozen in place as his mind tried to work out its many questions.

"L-" Harry started, moving forward.

"Who are you?" L asked, cutting him off.

"What?" Harry replied, stopping in his tracks.

"Who are you?" L questioned once more, "It's obvious I don't know you like I thought I did. Was anything you ever said to me true?"

"L, please my love, let me explain." Harry pleaded desperately.

"No," L snapped, "at least not now. Deal with that man. Help him then when you come back, I will think about letting you explain." As he finished L turned on his heel and disappeared out the door, closing it behind him with a resolute click.

Present Day

L's Age: 25

Harry gripped the edges of the desk where he had dropped his phone. As the wood creaked he left out a shuddering breath, trying to collect himself.

He had died. L had died. His beautiful, smart, witty, and incredibly kind love had died and he hadn't been able to stop it. The power to reverse a death caused by a Death Note laid with Death and Death alone.

He slammed a fist down on the table, sparks of his magic flying out from the impact. As he raised his hand to swing it again he felt a breeze and a warm hand wrapped around his. Harry turned sharply, coming face to face with Death.

"Master." Death said quietly, a soft look on his face. As if the primordial's presence allowed it, tears began to spill down Harry's face, causing his green eyes to glisten. He stepped towards his old friend and buried his face in the thin chest before him. Death wrapped his arms around Harry as the man cried, heaving sobs into the his coat as warm skeletal hands rubbed circles across his back.

"He was gone Death. I FELT his spirit slip from his body, leaving me alone and lost." Harry sobbed, his voice throat raw and his nose filling.

"There, there Master. I have you. Young mister L is alive and well. You know well that as long as he has your heart he will not die, such is the law of the favor of Death. You will have him for all eternity." Death assured, resting his narrow chin on Harry's messy black head. The man continued to sob softly before slowly he quieted.

Death pulled away gently and ran his fingers along Harry's face, wiping the tears away. He ruffled Harry's soothingly then straightened his suit.

"There now," Death smiled, "It wouldn't do for Death and his Master to look like a set of ruffled humans now would it." He affectionately patted Harry's cheek, causing the man to grin.

"It always amazes me at how warm you are." Harry commented as he straightened his button down and dusted invisible lint from his dress pants.

"And every time I tell you the same thing," Death replied, "Death is not cold. Life is cold. Death is the warmth that is there to welcome you home with strong arms and forgiving smiles. Now, I do believe you have a human to go see to. I will contact your dragon and set him to work. I sent Fred to get the children as requested." Harry nodded and thanked him before leaving as Death disappeared with a small smile.

L lay in his bed and stared to the door, waiting for Harry to arrive. He suspected he would appear any second now. Slowly the door opened to reveal Harry with nothing out of place but the subtle ring of pink around his eyes and the sad, weighed down look that covered his face.

"I will leave you." Watari whispered from his corner as he stood and slipped from the room. Harry continued to stand by the bed, gaze downcast.

"Harry?" L called questioningly, causing the man to move forward, kicking off his shoes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he crawled onto the bed and straddled L. There was a small pause before Harry lowered his head and brushed his lips against L's.

"You're alive." Harry whispered before connecting their mouths once more. Harry plowed forward, deepening the kiss gently as he slipped his tongue into L's mouth. L let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, bringing the man closer.

They parted as Harry's hands began ghosting up L's sides. The detective let out ragged breaths as Harry began to trail kisses down his face, along his jaw, then his neck.

L raised his hips, pushing himself firmly against Harry, who was sliding his hands under L's shirt, teasing their way up before coming to a stop at his pounding heart. Harry pulled back, his breath coming in harsh pants.

"I'm so sorry." Harry croaked as his palms pushed down so that they were flat on L's chest.

"It's not your fault." L whispered back, moving so that he was gripping Harry's shoulders.

"I should have been able to stop him though. I should have known about Rem. I should have-" Harry rambled before L shut him up by twisting their bodies so that he was now looming above his lover, positioned between his legs.

"Look at me. I am alive. I am well. I do not blame you." L stated firmly before planting a kiss on Harry, "I love you, now and always. Now, hold me so I can sleep because I am exhausted." Harry grinned as L crawled over him and laid next to him, tucking his back into Harry's side. With a chuckle Harry rolled over, flinging and arm around L's waist and pulling the man flush to him, leaving no space between them.

As L drifted off he felt Harry press a kiss to his head and heard the man whisper two word that followed him into the land of dreams;

"Thank you."

L woke to Harry's chest. Sometime during their nap L had moved from laying at Harry's side to laying on the crook of his shoulder, Harry having rolled to sleep on his back.

L stretched slowly before turning back to snuggle up to Harry's warm side, causing the man to stir. L looked up as bright green eyes glanced drowsily down at him.

"You okay?" Harry questioned, his voice scratchy with sleep. L nodded, his hair tickling the underside of Harry's chin, causing the man to smile and let out a large puff of air as he stretched. Then, without warning, he surged down and captured L's lips in a searing kiss. Slowly, he pulled away and smile.

"We should shower." Harry mumbled as he backed away, "I bet that the boys are here now and I need to get the presentation printed out for your silly mortal underlings. We have evidence to gather."

"But I thought you already know who it is."

"Of course I do. The only thing now is to get evidence against them. You skipped over several things by the way my love. You were too busy trying to get your man to confess that you never really looked for incriminating data." Harry whispered, looking down at L from where he lay.

"Yes well, you might say I was hoping he was smart enough to replace you." L confessed softly.

"Baby," Harry smirked, "I'm irreplaceable. Come on, lets shower." L groaned as Harry slipped out from under him and began to strip, leaving a trail of cloths to the bathroom. With a chuckle L followed him, adding his own cloths to the pile.

Light glared at the papers in front of him. He was charged with monitoring the fixed screens while everyone napped off earlier excitement. Two hours into his shift five people had showed up, three strange looking teens and two adults. The blonde adult had snapped at him, asking where Harry was. When Light had informed the man the he was sleeping he simply huffed and stormed upstairs, saying something about 'finding Potter and skinning the idiot alive, consequences be damned.'

Now the three teens and the red head that looked distinctly like a less washed out version of Fred were all sitting on the large couch that sat near the stairs. Light was taking notes, recording every incident that had anything to do with Death or the being's master. He was just recording the events from earlier when he heard yelling coming from the monitors.

"Potter what the hell!" the blonde man was shouting as he covered his eyes and stumbled backwards. Light quickly found the duo on one of the many screens and watched the happenings, ignoring the shuffling of his companions as they came over the watch what was going on.

"Come now Malfoy, its not as if you have never seen me naked before." Harry grinned as he walked around his room, stark naked and in search of clothes.

"I haven't! We weren't in the same house you blithering idiot." Malfoy snapped, taking his hand from his face and keeping his haze firmly on Harry's face.

"Oh ya. I've gotten so forgetful in my old age. Maybe I should keep a diary. What do you think love?" Harry called as he pulled on a pair of slick dress pants, forgoing any form of underwear. L's head poked out from the bathroom door, hair still dripping water from his shower as a frown decorated his face.

"A diary would be written evidence of anything you do. However, it is the hardest thing to get ahold of. That is beside to point, I do believe you promised to grab me clothes." L stated.

"Right, well L being here explains your state of undress when I arrived. Hello L, long time no see, though that is to be expected after what happened last time." Malfoy intoned.

"Hello Draco, its nice to see you again. I assume Harry called you here but if you wouldn't mind waiting in the lobby with Light I would appreciate it. I will make sure we are down within 10 minutes." L promised. Draco inclined his head and left the room as Harry began pulling clothes out of L's drawer to bring to him.

"Great idea." Draco said stiffly as he spun and left the room in a hurried fashion. As Draco made his way downstairs his four companions scattered, leaving only Light at the screens. When the Malfoy heir arrived he simply glared at Light and casually slapped the back of the ginger's head. Said man simply smiled a cheshire grin.

"How was the view up there Malfoy?" he prodded, humor lacing his tone.

"Shut up Weasley."

Light looked away from the strange people he was currently keeping company in favor of returning to the screens. As he turned a thick, parchment like envelope caught his attention. On it his name was written in kanji.

Slowly, his hand shaking, Light reached out to open the letter that had not been there mere seconds ago. He broke open the blood red seal and pulled out a sheet of the same thick parchment. On it was bleeding kanji spelling out a letter meant for him.

Light (Kira),

I am pleased to inform you that you are now on the watch list. The master of my master is officially declaring you unfavorable. This declaration was made was made due to the following actions;

1-Killing people not on the 'To Die' list, resulting in an influx of paperwork.

2-Manipulation of a classification D reaper.

3-The attempted murder of someone under the favor of the Master.

4-Unfavorable personality qualities (your need for world domination and overall dickness)

Please be aware that any further action against L or anything done to anger the Master will result in your immediate and irreversible death. Also note that, as of this moment, my master, nor any subservient beings, are no longer liable for your life or soul. Please proceed with caution.

Wishing you a grim day,

Gred (1/2 of Death's Messenger.)

Light dropped the parchment as he though 'Shit.'

Alright please dont kill me. I have had a lot of stuff going on in my life and i am just now getting to sit down and write for a bit. Thank you all so much for you patience, and please hold onto it. My aunt was just told she had cancer and my uncle is in the hospital. On top of that my foot is injured and my family is going through some rough times. Please keep up your support and tell me how you think this chapter went. Thank you all so much.

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