Summary: Raito never regained his memory of the death note and 8 years later, L and him are still working together. But as Light finds out that even though L was raised at an orphanage, he's not an orphan. And when he is introduced to L's mother, everything is thrown for a loop.
Disclaimer: I do not own death note. Neither do I own the cities of London and Manchester, though that goes without saying.
'Twas Christmas day and every store and building in Didsbury village was closed. Still, this didn't stop the two men strolling down the street together. The rain had stopped and the sun was out. Raito sighed and took a deep breath. It felt good to leave the tension of the house behind and just get out. He glanced over at L and found him looking more relaxed as well.
"L?"
"Yes, Raito?"
"Why haven't you told me about your mother before?" Thinking about it, Raito felt almost sad. After all, they were best friends, were they not?
"Raito-kun never asked."
Now that didn't make Raito feel bad or anything. Not at all.
"I'm sorry."
"Raito-kun has no reason to be sorry."
"I like her."
L looked up at him, confused. "I thought you were married."
Now, compared to L, Raito looked even more confused. He was in a state of hyper confusion. That was until he actually took a look around him and saw the girl that had just passed them.
"No, you idiot, not her. Your mother."
"You fancy my mother?!"
"L, I do not fancy your m-" Raito started, but stopped as he saw L trying to hold back a grin. "You bitch."
They laughed a bit together before continuing to walk in silence. It wasn't weird or anything. They had always been able to spend quiet time together without it being awkward. Now, however, silence only meant one thing to Raito. It made him think. And right now, it made him think about things he didn't want to think about. Like the conversation he had last night with L's mother.
He did like her, but there was something about her that made him nervous. It was as if she could see right through him and though he didn't mind it that much, there were some things he didn't want her to see. That he didn't want anyone to see. Sure, in his past he had found a few men attractive, but he figured it was just due to teenage hormones. Hell, in the beginning of the Kira investigation, he'd even found L attractive, at that was saying something. Not that L was bad looking, but he was just weird. Then again, Shinichiro had been weird, too. He'd been a boy Raito had gone to school with when he was twelve. The boy had been very strange, with a crooked teach and a slouch, but Raito had found him strangely alluring. It wasn't like he had a crush on him or anything, but somehow, he'd always found himself wanting Shinichiro's attention. He never got it. And it made him feel strangely sad. Then again, every boy wants attention, right?
Then there had been Takumi. They had been playing soccer together at 15. Takumi was short and cute with black, long hair like a mop on his head. He hadn't been strange at all. No, Takumi was the epitome of a normal, Japanese kid. They had kissed once in the locker room. Raito never told anyone.
But experimenting with your sexuality was something Raito had always thought was a part of growing up. When hormones hit, you were willing to fuck just about anything that moved. Not that he had. Well, not completely.
He remembered that night when he'd gone to his then girlfriend Megumi's house party. Here parents were away, and the house had been filled with teenagers who were soon quite loud and drunk. Raito himself included. He was 16 at that age, one year before this whole Kira thing started to rattle his whole world. Yes, he'd been fairly care-free.
Thinking about it, he actually didn't remember a lot of that night. He remembered getting there and chilling out, not drinking that much. Then he saw Ken and for some reason he'd started drinking more. See, the thing about Ken wasn't that Raito found him amazingly attractive or anything. The problem was that it was the other way around. Ken always gave him that look, the look that said 'I want you, right here, right now' and it made Raito extremely nervous. So now, when they weren't restricted by being in school, there was no escape, except getting ridiculously drunk. So Raito did. There was when the memories started to become fuzzy.
He could remember going to the bathroom. And then he went upstairs. He remembered walking in on two people having sex and laughing in their horrified faces. He remembered finding another room with no one in it and dozing off on the bed. Then there was a skip in memory again. The next thing he remembered was Ken's hands on him and a tongue in his mouth. They had been rubbing against each other and moaning. His trousers had been unzipped and apparently been taken off and put back on. Ken's hands were sticky, as was his own. Apparently he'd cum. Sweet. This meant that they were going at it again. And there, there was another memory glitch. The next thing he remembered was Megumi shouting at him and throwing him out. Apparently they were no longer going out.
Raito was brought back to reality by L repeating his name. "Yes, Lawliet?"
"Where were you, Raito-kun?"
"I'm… right here?"
"No, I mean, in your head. I've been calling your name ten times now."
"Oh. Just reminiscing."
L smirked. L never smirked.
"What?" Raito was confused.
"Raito-kun was getting all hot and bothered. What were you thinking about?"
"Sex."
L seemed taken aback, clearly not expecting Raito to be honest "Anyone special."
"No, not really." Raito shook his head. He had barely remembered it anyway. But he regretted it. Badly. "What did you want, by the way?"
"Oh, I said we should probably head back." L smiled and took Raito's hand. "Mum and Angel are making dinner."
"Speaking of Angel," Raito mused as they headed back. "do him and Keith live with her?"
"No." L laughed. "They just spend a lot of time there. A lot of time."
Raito let out a small 'hm' in agreement, and they walked back to the house in silence. It was a bit strange with those two guys hanging around at an older woman's house, Raito thought, but then again, older people had to have friends too.
The went back inside, L letting go of Raito's hand. Raito didn't give the fact that they had been holding hands all the way back much thought. They always did. It came with a sense of comfort and though it might look suspicious to others, Raito didn't care. He'd never thought much of what other thought about him anyway. The only one with the right to beat him up about things was himself.
"Honey, is that you?" A voice came from the kitchen.
L actually had the decency to blush. Honey. That was something new. "Yes, mum."
They walked into the kitchen, greeted by several lovely smells, and Raito suddenly realized how hungry he was.
Dinner started with a massive surprise. L actually ate normal food. Not sweets or snacks, but plain, normal, cooked food. Raito gaped in shock until L explained that his mother's cooking was one of the very few things he would eat that wasn't sweet. Raito closed his mouth and turned to taste the food himself. It was tasty. Very tasty. And most likely very unhealthy. But Raito enjoyed the food and soon he found himself enjoying the dinner as whole. Everyone was chatting away, the tension from before gone completely, and soon the main meal was gone and they were all enjoying a lovely desert.
Most of the conversation was dictated by Angel and Esther, but Raito didn't mind. They were both very amusing, though when they spoke to each other, they talked so fast he couldn't hear what they were saying. Looking over at L, he realized neither did the other man.
"Raito."
He looked up as Angel mentioned his name. "Yes?"
"I apologize if this is rude, but then again I'm always rude so what do I care? Aaanyway. If you don't mind me asking, and please don't mind, why are you not spending Christmas with your alleged wife?"
When Angel was done with his long speech/question, Raito opened his mouth to answer. Nothing came out. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Because she was working? Well, that was what he had told L. Not that it was completely untrue. She was away, sure, but he doubted she was working.
L saved him. "Misa is away working. She works in fashion, so she's quite busy."
Raito coughed. "Actually L-"
"Fashion?!" Angel interrupted him. "Your wife works in fashion?! Oh my god. That's well cool! Oh you have to introduce me, Raito, what does she do?"
"Well, she's a buyer, but-"
"Oh that would be like the best job ever! Seriously. Introduce me."
Raito looked down at his hand and twisted his ring a bit. "I don't know."
"Misa is very busy, Angel." L sighed. "I bet when she finally has some time off she'd like to spend it with her husband alone."
"Not really." Raito noticed that the bickering had stopped and when he looked up, he saw all eyes were on him. That's when he realized he'd said that out loud.
L was the first to speak. "Not really?"
"Lawliet… Misa is not away because she has to work." He spoke through a clenched jaw, not daring to look right at his friend. A cupboard behind him would have to do, and he locked his gaze on it.
"Then why is she away?" L asked.
"Because… She is divorcing me."
So yeah, this chapter revealed some things, did it not? hehe. bet you were not expecting THAT! :D
Nonesense about this chapter:
Didsbury village is about half an hour by bus from Manchester city centre and is quite the lovely place. I'd love to live there.
The people from Raito's past are kind of based on people from mine. haha. Just thought it would be fun to put them there. The first one was way sexy XD
And thank you for all the comments I've recieved!!! I absolutely love it! So yeah, if you like it (and if you don't) please drop me a comment!