AUTHOR NOTE: I'm back from the convention! ^^ and it was a blast. 3 Anyways! I wanted to thanke all of you who have reviewed this story. You're comments and kind words fuel me to continue writing and push out decent updates. So again, I thank all of you. Also, I wanted to let you all know that I just posted the first chapter to a Vampire Knight Fic I'm currently working on. So, if you like vamps and you like yaoi along with a sadistic storyline, then please, do go an enjoy what is up so far. ^^
Ok, now on with Death Note.
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After a nerve-racking trip to the hospital and the doctors settling Dachi into a room, Matsuda caught sight of Light and Sato rushing into the waiting room where he had been sitting in fear. As the two reached Matsuda, the young man stood up and spoke frantically, "They're not telling me what's going on with him! They won't say if he's all right or if he's going to wake up or what even happened to him."
Tears began to come out of Sato's eyes, hearing the fear in Matsuda's voice. Light quickly took Sato into his arms and held him tenderly. "Shh, it's going to be all right, you'll see. Dachi will be just fine." Said Light as Matsuda remained silent in tears hoping it was true.
Sato pulled away from Light just slightly and looked at Matsuda in tears. "What happened to my father?" Asked the boy as Matsuda looked at Sato in sadness. Sato looked at the blood on Matusda's outfit and asked, "Is all of that my father's blood? What happened to him? Who did this?!" Anger was beginning to make itself known in Sato's voice.
"Sato," Matsuda said and placed a hand onto Sato's shoulder, "Yes, it is Dachi's blood…" He said, "but, I don't know what happened to him. I wasn't there, I had come after, there could have been a million things that could have happened…" Matsuda said smoothly not stumbling upon words with his partial truth. "He'll be okay…Sato…I know it…" Matsuda said trying to comfort Sato, but at the same time, himself.
Sato just nodded his head, figuring that Matsuda was telling the truth. There was no use at getting angry with a man who doesn't know anything. Sato returned to Light's comforting grasp and buried his head into Light's shoulder and continued with a few gentle sobs.
Two antagonizing hours later the three still sat in the waiting room. Sato sat on Light's lap like the devoted follower he was. The boy had worn himself out and cried himself to an uneasy sleep as Matsuda, on the other hand, sat next to Light and Sato. He would give Sato a reassuring word or two every once in a while, but the times in-between were filled with either Light cooing gently to Sato, or silence. Matsuda also just realized that coffee truly was a man's best friend; he wanted to make sure he was awake when they could go see Dachi, and he had yet to go and change his clothes for fear of missing the first opportunity to see Dachi.
The group was silent as Matsuda looked away from the two, watching the door in silence. At the same time Light brought his wrist closer to his view so he could see what time it was. Light brought down his wrist, held Sato closer and covered his dark smile.
He didn't expect the event that happened to Dachi to unfold, but he did plan something else. And this would only overwhelm the men even more. Matsuda watched as a doctor finally emerged out of the doorway with Dachi's cell phone in hand.
Matsuda jumped up and asked, "Can we see him now?" The doctor shook his head and replied, "Uh, no, he's still resting at the moment, but his phone keeps ringing, so, I thought I should pass it on to one of you."
"Oh," Matsuda nodded as he grabbed the phone from the doctor and watched the man disappear back into the same doorway. Matsuda looked back at Light and the sleeping man in his arms, but jumped as Dachi's cell phone went off. Sato opened his eyes to the sound as Matsuda answered the phone.
"Hello?" Matsuda asked as he looked confused as to what he was hearing, "Wait, Aizawa, calm down...Now, what's the matter?" Sato lifted his head from Light as the both of them watched Matsuda's face turn to shock and the phone fall from his hand. Sato and Light looked at Matsuda in fear as Sato asked, "Matsu?...What is it?"
Tears formed in Matsuda's eyes as he whispered, "Ide and Mogi...they're both...dead."
Sato's eyes widened in disbelief, "Dead?!" He asked in shock. He turned to look into Light's eyes. The sepia eyes were closed tightly as tears ran from the corners and down past his face. "No…but…how…why?" Light asked in what seemed sadness, anger, and hurt.
Sato's eyes brimmed with even more tears as Matsuda and Light cried; he didn't know the men that well, but he did know that they were good men. Men with lives; good men that deserved life, not some unjust punishment forced upon them. The shock in the room seemed to suck the life out of the three; more stress was added on along with Dachi's attack. Sato buried his head into Light's neck, and Light buried his face close to Sato's; his tears fell onto Sato's cheeks and slithered down his own face. Sato ran his hand through Light's choppy chocolate locks, hoping to sooth the man though he too was in pain; but being in Light's arms calmed him down, even if it was a little.
Matsuda seemed to realize something and dropped to his knees quickly. Tears still rolled down his face and he picked up the dropped phone from the floor, "Aizawa?" He asked in a horribly shaky tone, unable to keep some of the sobs at bay; he had known those men ever since he had joined the police force, and now they were gone forever.
"Dammit, Aizawa please tell me your there! Answer! Don't die too…my God…please." The room stood still a moment as Matsuda listened for anything; any sign of life. Matsuda brought his hand up to his mouth and closed his eyes as tears rolled down them. The once saddened eyes of the young officer opened in shock as he placed the hand that was once over his mouth over his fast-beating heart, "Oh, thank God…" He said softly as he heard Aizawa start his hysteric talking.
"Aizawa…wait…What did you find?"
Light lifted his head and looked over at Matsuda, seeing Matsuda's eyes brim with fear; listening to the terrifying news. Light slowly pushed Sato off of him as Sato stood on his own feet, seeing Light stand to his full height and make his way over towards Matsuda in question.
"Matsuda?" Light asked as the shorter man looked at Light in sadness and slight shock. "What is it Matsuda?" Light sounded as if fear was beginning to make itself apparent in his voice as well. Matsuda nodded his head at what Aizawa was saying and Light asked again, "Matsuda, what did he find?!"
Sato looked at Light in shock, seeing terror apparent in the older man's eyes. Matsuda passed Light a look full of remorse as he replied, "It was a suicide note written by Mogi before he died."
Matsuda paused as Light placed his hands on Matsuda's shoulders and looked him deep in his eyes. "What did it say?" He asked in a low whisper as Matsuda choked on his words. "It said...Hand over God...Or more will die."
***
Dachi looked around the room as the artificial light peered into his eyes, forcing his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He let out a small grunt as he felt something pull out of his right arm. He glanced over and saw a female nurse pull an IV tube out of him and begin to change the packet of blood that was on the metal stand, connected to the tube.
Dachi moved around a little to sit up, but quickly stopped, feeling the pain that reminded him all too well of what had happened to him. "Where am I?" Asked Dachi as he looked over at the nurse, knowing he was in a hospital, but where he exactly was and how he got here was a complete blur to him.
"Well love, you are at Charing Cross Hospital in London," She said with a heavy accent while finishing up changing the bag of blood and switching out the old needle for a new one. "Hold still, love." She spoke softly while piercing his right forearm; letting the blood that Dachi needed enter his body.
"No, but…How did I get here?" Dachi asked. The nurse let out a soft chuckle, "An ambulance I would imagine. Someone called the emergency response team and they hurried over to Gerrard Street down in the red-light area and picked you up. They got back here as fast as they could. It was a good thing too." The nurse, whose name he found out was Rosalie from her name tag, said.
"Do you know who called?" He inquired, lowly; his throat felt dry and his voice could only reach a height of just over a whisper. Rosalie shook her head, "I'm afraid not; I was just assigned to you when you got here. All I know is that it was a man…I heard he was awfully scared for you. You should feel lucky," She said with a smile, "Most people end up dying over there in situations like your own." They were quiet for a moment as she gathered a few things and signed the clipboard that said she had checked up on him. "If you are well enough there are some visitors for you…we can bring them in one at a time."
Dachi thought about it for a minute as his head rested into the pillow underneath him. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from the nurse, debating whether or not if he wanted to speak to anyone.
Dachi looked at the far side of the room in sadness. He knew Sato had to be out there, he knew all three of the men were out there. All Dachi could remember was Matsuda finding him, after that and if anything was said was all blurred. Dachi bit his lip softly and turned towards the nurse to speak in his hoarse voice.
"Yes, please, just one at a time though." Said Dachi as the nurse smiled softly towards Dachi and replied, "All right, Love. You just rest now and I'll bring one of them in."
Dachi nodded his head as he watched the nurse walk out of the room to pass the news to the others.
***
Rosalie walked into the waiting room to see three miserable looking souls sitting in the room. "Excuse me," She said while walking up to them, "Are you three waiting for Dachi Serrano?" She asked; making sure that her assumption was correct. This grabbed the attention of the three men as they looked at her.
"Yes, why, is he okay?" Matsuda asked as he lifted his face from his hands, worry obviously present in his voice, "Is there something wrong?" He asked while getting up from his chair. His eyes were red and bloodshot from all of the crying and worrying he had gone through. Small dark circles were underneath his eyes showed that he was tired, but he refused to sleep; he couldn't, it was impossible with all of this stress and worry. Dachi's blood was still stained onto Matsuda's clothes; he refused to leave the hospital where Dachi resided.
Sato peeked his head out from Light's shoulder, a worried expression on his face; Light faked a look of worry and concern on his face perfectly. Rosalie shook her head, "No, Dachi is doing well; he's in slight pain and can't speak very well. I thought I would let you know that he can have visitors now, but only one at a time." She said softly.
"We can see him?" Asked Matsuda as the nurse nodded her head and replied, "Yes, though you need to know that victims who suffer this kind of act tend to become distant with the ones they used to be close to."
Sato slowly got off of Light as he looked at the nurse in question and asked, "What kind of act? What do you mean? Do you know what happened to him?" Sato's eyes searched the nurse for answers as she looked at Sato in slight shock, realizing the boy hadn't been told what had happened to the older man.
Rosalie had worked with patients before who had gone through brutal attacks and knew how to respond to family so it gave the patient a choice to reveal the whole truth. "Dachi was attacked and beaten in the red light district by a group of men. His body suffered extreme damage and had to be given a few pints of blood to sustain his body. Some emotional damage may be present as well, though, it's too soon to tell. He may become detached or even a little more moody then usual. It just depends on how he takes it. It's different for every person."
Sato nodded his head as he looked over at Matsuda and replied, "I hope it's all right if I go in first." Matsuda passed a fake smile and shook his head, "Of course not. He's your father."
Sato passed Matsuda a small smile, "Thank you…Mom." Sato said, his voice holding a sincere tone. The title that Matsuda was given meant a lot, to both men, and Sato couldn't give it up. Sato turned towards the nurse and nodded to her, "I'll go first…" He told her.
Rosalie looked at Sato and smiled softly, "Alright; let's go then, love," She said softly as she started to walk toward Dachi's room, making a motion for Sato to follow her. Sato walked quickly to catch up with the nurse but slowed down as he fell into her step. She turned right down a hallway before walking halfway down it. She stopped at the door number 'A24' and turned to face Sato, not yet opening the door.
"Okay love; Just don't be too loud," Rosalie said, "and try not to stress him out; though it might be hard." Sato nodded his head. The nurse smiled softly at Sato, "Alright, I'll be out here when you're done love; just come out." Sato nodded his head as he opened the door to Dachi's room. He stepped into the bright room and saw Dachi lying down on his bed. Dachi's attention turned to him and the two meet gazes.
Dachi smiled over at Sato and spoke as loudly as he could so Sato could hear him across the room, but it just came out a little above a whisper, though Sato could still hear him. "I guess I'm a little late for our dinner, aren't I?" Dachi asked with a playful smile on his face as Sato didn't find the joke funny. Instead the young boy just made his way towards Dachi, now standing at his bedside; looking down on his father figure.
Dachi looked up at Sato with concerned eyes, noticing the glazed look in the boy's eyes. "Sato?" Dachi asked softly when suddenly he felt Sato collapse the upper part of his body on top of him and clutch his hands around Dachi's neck.
Dachi held in a small grunt at the discomfort as Sato began to let his tears pour out of his eyes. He gasped for air between his cries as he nuzzled his head underneath Dachi's chin and cried out, "I thought I lost you! I thought- I thought the one we were searching for had killed you!"
Sato buried his face into Dachi's chest as Dachi's hazel eyes fell on Sato in a soft manner, sadness in his eyes as well. Dachi wrapped his arms around Sato to the best of his abilities and shushed the boy in a soft manner before whispering, "It's all right, I'm still here."
Dachi brought his right hand closer to Sato and pulled the boy's chin upward so their eyes met. Dachi smiled playfully as he replied, "You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?"
Sato gave Dachi a small smile through his tears, admiring him for being able to show his playful side after being attacked and almost killed. Sato's tears still fell down his face as he closed his eyes, "I…I was just so scared, Dad…I couldn't lose you…I don't know what I'd do…" Sato said as his attempts to calm himself failed and he continued his sobbing.
"Shhh…I know…" Dachi said softly while trying to calm the boy. Dachi leaned up slightly, ignoring the pain that came with it and pushed back the wince, and kissed Sato's forehead softly while running a hand through Sato's hair. "I'm fine, Sato. I'll be okay; I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I promise." Dachi said while trying to sooth the boy.
Sato's breath started to return to its normal state as he listened to Dachi's words and the sincerity behind them. His tears did not fully stop, but had calmed down from his hysteric sobs. Dachi placed Sato's head gently on his chest, close to his neck as he continued to calm him down; he didn't like to see his son sad, especially when it came to things involving him.
Sato turned his head upward to look at Dachi, still keeping his chin against Dachi chest; admiring the man's warmth. "Are you sure you're all right? The nurse mentioned a group of guys had picked a fight with you." Said Sato as Dachi smirked and replied, "Yeah, some punk kids decided it would be a fair fight if they stuck seven of them against me."
Dachi never failed at his false calm and relaxed expression as he continued, "Even though I did lose the fight, I have to boast about the fact that I kicked two of their asses." Dachi put on a smug victory look as Sato let out a small laugh and slowly pulled away from Dachi.
Dachi chuckled at Sato's reaction and replied, "Like I said, I'll be fine. It'll take more then a few scratches and hits to take me down."
Sato stood fully over Dachi, feeling better about Dachi's situation, even if it was just a little bit. The man's smile was reassuring, and little pain made its way to his face. Sato smiled, "Thank you...Dad…for everything. Everything you have done for me…without you…I don't know what would have happened to me." Sato said seriously, though his smile turned to one of gratitude.
Dachi smiled, "No need to thank me, Sato…I can't imagine life without you…" He said. The two shared a moment of understanding; of bonds that were torn starting to mend and become stronger. The two stayed gazing at each other for a moment until finally Sato broke it.
"I…I don't want to be rude…but I bet Mom is dying to see you. He's been worried sick…" Sato said with a soft sigh. Dachi smiled and nodded his head, "You're not being rude, Sato. You should head back to the hotel, no use to wait for me here…you should get some rest."
Sato smiled softly and nodded his head, he turned to leave the room, but before exiting, he turned to face Dachi once more, "Hey Dad?" He said. Dachi nodded his head, urging him on. Sato smiled, "I love you…" He said, to which Dachi's eyes softened immensely. He smiled and thought of how long it had been since those words were exchanged between the two, "I love you too…Sato." He said.
Sato's smile brightened as he turned towards the door once more to leave. The nurse, Rosalie, was waiting for him outside. He shut the door softly behind him as she started to lead him back to the waiting room. She noticed the perk in Sato's spirits and smiled at him, "I told you love, you're Dad will be just fine." She said as she tucked a piece of her curly, slightly frizzy, reddish brown hair, that had fallen out of her up-do, behind her ear.
Sato smiled at her and nodded his head while answering, "Yeah…I think he'll be okay."
The two finally made their way back into the waiting room where, a still stressed out and worried, Matsuda sat. He lifted his head when he heard the two pairs of footsteps stop directly at his side.
Sato walked up to Matsuda and smiled at both him and Light. "He's doing well. He said he's going to be alright." Said Sato as Light smiled in relief and stood up. "Thank goodness." Whispered Light as Sato nodded his head and glanced at Matsuda.
"Love, if you'd like to go in then you can." Said the nurse as she looked over at Matsuda and smiled softly. Matsuda nodded his head as Sato replied, "Hey, I'm going to head back to the motel room."
Matsuda nodded his head as he whispered, "All right, I'll see what Dachi wants me to do. Plus, I need to tell him the news of the others." Light looked down in sadness at the thought of Ide and Mogi. The threat was something Dachi would have to take seriously. He either had to keep a hold of Light or obey Mikami's demands. In the end, it'll come between the protection of Matsuda and Sato. Dachi would have to make that choice.
Sato hugged Matsuda before saying his short good-bye and heading out of the building with Light. Without another word Matsuda made his way over to the nurse who lead him to Dachi's room, allowing him to enter the room by himself. Matsuda let the door close behind him and saw Dachi laying in the bed, his head turned away from Matsuda with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful with his orange locks spread across his pillow and cascading over the edge of the bed.
Matsuda was quiet for a minute as tears filled his, already red, eyes. He wasn't sure if Dachi was awake, and didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping, but there was a part of himself that he was restraining to not just wrap his arms tightly around the man and burry his head in his chest. Matsuda took a step forward, his shoe making a small click noise and a few silent tears made their way down his face; he suppressed himself and refused to sob…he couldn't be that weak. The small noise seemed to catch Dachi's attention, as he was pulled from his deep thoughts and turned his head toward Matsuda.
"Dachi…" Matsuda whispered gently, his eyes were soft and they radiated every single one of his emotions. His worry, fear, relief, sadness, love…everything; they were a portal into his soul and spilled his thoughts. "Dachi…I…" Matsuda could barely find his voice and wasn't sure of what words to speak as tears swiftly coursed down his face faster; he was unable to hold them, and decided not to, instead, letting his emotions free. He rushed towards Dachi and dropped to his knees at Dachi's bedside. Matsuda buried his face in his hands as he leaned his elbows on the mattress, unable to keep the sobs that shook his body at bay. "I'm sorry, Dachi…" He spoke in anguish; his heart beat heavily, weighed down with his worries and guilt that he held.
Dachi looked down at Matsuda in shock, surprised to hear guilt in Matsuda's voice and within his words. Dachi was going to sit up, but couldn't bring himself to endure anymore pain. So, instead he brought his hand over to Matsuda's head and played with his hair a little.
Matsuda raised his head slightly so Dachi was able to caress the side of his cheek in a loving manner. Dachi looked confused and concerned as he asked, "What do you have to be sorry about?"
Matsuda's tears slid down the side of his face as Dachi's thumb wiped away one of Matsuda's tears. "You did nothing wrong. You got me to safety." Whispered Dachi, trying to understand Matsuda's grief.
"But…I should have been out there sooner…I…I just wish I could have prevented it from happening…I feel like I could have done something more…If I could have just gotten away from that man sooner…Dachi…" Matsuda closed his eyes as he leaned into Dachi's hand, "I felt so useless when I was out there…All I could do was hope for you. I-I just wish that I could have done more. I wish there was something more I could do…I wish I could just take all of your pain away Dachi…" Matsuda cried, his heart still heavy with the longing desire to have done more for Dachi, to be able to do more, to erase all of his pain. He would have taken Dachi's place if it meant Dachi wouldn't have been hurt.
"Shhh…" Dachi soothed Matsuda, "Come up here, Matsu…" He said, trying to take away some of the sorrowful atmosphere by calling Matsuda by his affectionate nickname. Dachi, with struggle and pain, though he didn't show much of it; moved more towards one side of the bed so that there was just enough room for Matsuda to lay on his side next to Dachi. Matsuda did just that, after removing his shoes quickly, carefully obeyed Dachi's orders and laid down next to him on his side. He was careful not to put too much body weight on Dachi, so as not to pain him further. He laid his head on Dachi's shoulder that was closest to him, and placed an arm loosely across Dachi's chest, his hand resting on Dachi's shoulder.
Matsuda had closed his eyes as he laid with Dachi, tears slowly making their way down, "It's okay, Matsuda. You did all that you could. What happened, happened; and there is nothing we can do to change the past…no matter how much we wish we could." Dachi started softly, as he ran a hand through Matsuda's hair delicately. These words hit something in Dachi's heart as well as he thought of L…no matter what he did…it would not bring him back. He pushed the thought aside for now and focused on Matsuda, "There was nothing more you could have done, Matsu…Without you, I would have died in that alleyway. You have done so much…don't forget that."
Matsuda sighed softly as he buried his head into Dachi's shoulder a little deeper, feeling slightly comforted by being so close to him, "I…I just wish that I could have taken your place, Dachi…I hate to see you in pain…" He said, sadness still etched into his tone.
Dachi stiffened a little at the though of having Matsuda go though all of that. Dachi's voice remained calm, but held a firm tone and a bit of anger, "No Matsuda…" Dachi said as his grip on the younger man tightened slightly. "Don't ever say that." Dachi's voice softened as he continued, "I don't think that I could be as strong as you are now Matsuda. I could never handle seeing you hurt…never wish to take anything in my place Matsuda." Dachi continued his gentle strokes through Matsuda's hair. He was calming down, Dachi knew that, but he could still sense Matsuda's distress, all he could do was comfort him and hope to get the man to smile…how he loved Matsuda's smiles; they seemed to warm his soul and brighten his day.
Dachi leaned his head down just slightly so he could lay a soft kiss on Matsuda's forehead. Dachi felt better about the event now that Matsuda had not actually came out and mentioned the gruesome attacks the men inflicted upon him. Dachi could tell Matsuda knew what had happened, the boy wasn't an idiot. But the fact that Matsuda never said anything to Sato made Dachi feel as if he was in Matsuda's debt.
"Thank you, Matsu." Whispered Dachi as Matsuda asked quietly,"For what?"
Dachi smiled as he replied, "For not saying anything to Sato." Matsuda looked up at Dachi in sadness, knowing why he wouldn't want Sato to know the whole truth. In some people's eyes, an event like that would take away their confidence in themselves. Matsuda hadn't been around Dachi long enough yet to see if he felt any break in emotions when it came to his ego.
"It wasn't my place to tell him. I knew that if you wanted him to know, you would tell him." Said Matsuda as Dachi nodded and closed his eyes, letting out a relieved sigh.
Matsuda bit his lip and made a hard decision by himself. He decided not to tell Dachi about Ide and Mogi. Not tonight, not until Dachi had a chance to rest.
***
Sato let out a dramatic sigh as he tossed the magnetic key onto the small table as Light closed the door behind him and bolted it shut. "Hey, how are they keeping Dachi in the hospital?" Asked Light as Sato turned and looked at him in a confused manner, "What do you mean?"
"Does he have health insurance? and if so, I mean...How is he able to keep it with a false name?" Asked Light as he pulled Sato's jacket off of him in a concerned manner. Sato smiled softly at Light and replied, "It's under my name. the name 'Sato Serrano' is a legal name because that is the name I was born with. So, Dachi uses my insurance and acts like he's me, by using my name."
Light smiled kindly at Sato and nodded in a loving manner. Sato gave him the last piece of information he needed in order to complete his plans.
Light placed Sato's jacket on the back of the small chair that went to the small table in the room. Sato stretched as he turned towards Light. Light continued to smile benevolently at Sato and walked forward to where Sato was, though inside he was wearing a triumphant smirk; how easy it was to get information from this boy. Sato put his arms down right when Light wrapped an arm around Sato's waist; Sato placed his hands against Light's chest and leaned forward into him, placing his head right below Light's neck.
Light removed one of his hands from Sato's waist and brought it to they boy's chin. He lifted Sato's chin and pulled it gently upward. Light closed his eyes and gave Sato a small kiss; it was one of comfort and simplicity, a small compassion registering though it. Even one small kiss was enough to make Sato weak in the knees as he kissed back. Light pulled back and smiled down at the boy infatuated with him, "Come on Sato, let's get to bed…Its been a long day." He said softly.
Sato nodded his head as he let go of Light slowly and began to clip off his belt. Light began to pull off his own jacket and pulled off his shoes, not bothering in where he was putting them. It had been a long day and the two of them didn't care anymore about simple things as putting items in their place.
Light pulled off his belt and began to unbutton his own shirt as he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help but smile at his victory. Mikami had killed Ide and Mogi just like he had planned with him and he even now knew Sato's real name for when the time came. But Sato would be a last resort if the plan didn't work with Dachi. Light honestly didn't want to kill Sato, he was a Kira supporter and had done nothing wrong.
Light's morals were not completely corrupted, he saw Sato as an innocent boy stuck within this situation between Kira and L. But sometimes sacrifices had to be made, even ones that tugged at Light's mind and sometimes heart.
The two men undressed before climbing onto one of the beds together. They were dressed in only their boxers, as both claimed to be too tired to rummage through their, still not fully unpacked, suitcases for pajamas. Neither minded, in fact, Sato welcomed the idea, though he knew nothing was going to happen because of the day's events, he was glad to be close to someone as he slept; especially Light. Sato did not remove the ring Light gave him, he never did, except for when he showered; and even then he kept it close by him.
Light lifted the covers and slipped under them, Sato following close behind. Sato pressed himself closely to Light's chest, and Light wrapped a hand around Sato's waist, pressing their bodies even closer. Sato looked up and smiled at Light, who smiled sweetly back down at him. Light leaned his head downward and captured Sato's lips in a kiss. It was passionate and lasted for a few moments until the need for air was too great. Sato broke from it first, panting softly, before cuddling his head into Light's bare chest.
Light placed his nose into Sato's soft, black hair and held the boy close to him. "Happy Birthday, Sato." Light said softly and sweetly. Sato smiled, his head still buried in Light's chest, "Thank you…Light." He said quietly, a small happy ring in his voice. Soon enough Light felt Sato's breaths become even against his chest as the boy fell asleep, exhausted after the day's events. Light closed his eyes; he thought for a little bit. Sacrifices must always be made…Light knew that…he would try his best not to take an innocent life, but if he had to do it…then he had no choice. Light sighed softly and cleared his mind; he would think more on it if the time came to where he had to do it…but not now. Light's breaths became even as he fell into slumber as well.