I'm back with chapter 2...
And I don't have anything to say...
Oh yeah...just a note: english is not my first language so I might have grammatical errors...if you see, please point them out...
Disclaimer: I don't even own an L plushie... how could I own DEATH NOTE?
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Chapter 2.
"You have the hands of a god, Mikami", Light almost moaned as he closed his eyes and gave himself to the feeling of heavenly strokes on his back.
"Anything for you, Light" Mikami responded softly, then added: "How long will you stay?"
"Not too much… I still have homework to do, probably help Sayu, and at night I'm going out with Misa."
"Misa?" the hurt tone was easily recognizable in Mikami's voice. "Again with her? Why are you always hanging out with her, when you clearly don't like her?"
The hands stopped working on his back, and Light gave a small sigh anticipating another one of their fight. In moments like these he wondered if Mikami's heavenly hands were worth putting up with his jealous tendencies.
Comforting smile plastered on his face, he sat up, and faced his lover.
"Of course I don't like her. We have already had this talk, Mikami."
"I know… it's just…" Mikami found his breath hitch, when soft fingers reached his cheeks, slowly stroking the skin. "You never spend time with me. It's either school, or home, or Misa. But never me. Why are you always telling me that you like me, when you don't show it? I just wish you'd spend more time with me…"
Light found this moment perfect to press his lips against Mikami's in order to make him shut up. A complete success naturally. He lazily moved his lips against the others, watching as Mikami melted into him. So easy to play. Unlike you… L Lawliet…
"You'll always be my number 1, Mikami" At least for a time, he silently added. "You know it's not my fault that I can't spend time with you, no matter how much I want to. But I have obligations too."
Mikami sighed in defeat. "I know. I promise I won't bring it up again."
"Good."
Light kissed Mikami once more, and stood up to leave.
"Prepare me something good for tomorrow. I'm coming over for dinner."
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Soft hands were moving up and down sensually stroking the pale abdomen. Maroon eyes were fiercely locked into raven ones, as if their sanity was depending on it. Pale hands reached over to play with auburn tresses.
"Light-kun… please…"
Pink lips trembled with passion, as another pair caught them in their dance. Rapidly moving against each other, tongues intertwining, playing the game of lust, they bodies pressed up even more against each other.
There were no borders, no limits, just the raw pleasure, the need for more and the lust that slowly consumed them.
"Told you I was going to have you" that voice didn't contain mockery within himself, sounding like a mere observation.
"Just do it, Light-kun."
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Light couldn't be more amused, when he saw L Lawliet being attacked by a horde of girls, all asking various mundane things from his favorite color to his underwear size. L was visibly uncomfortable with all the attention, his eyes madly searching for an escaping route.
Light decided to help him. L was, after all, his own plaything, and he never really liked others to touch what was his.
He lazily made his way to the squealing girls, his footsteps alerting them. As soon as they realized who exactly was gracing them with his presence they squealing became even louder followed by high pitched screams of "Light-kun!!". Light felt a headache coming from all the noise.
"Now girls, really, you don't have to be so loud!" his sweet tone rang in the hallway. L froze at the sound then slowly looked over Light. His expression was priceless. Light almost wanted to laugh at the frightened deer-like expression that L let shown upon seeing him, before it was quickly replaced by a stoic mask.
"I hope I am not interrupting anything" he ignored the shrill "No! No!" and continued while walking to L. "I will have to steal Lawliet-san from you. We have a few things to discuss."
Light reached L's side and gave the boy a flirtatious wink, while throwing his arm over L's shoulder. He received in return a glare. Really now… here he was, putting up with the noisiest representatives of the female species, and the boy doesn't even greet him.
The brunette pulled L closer, ignoring as the other flinched. "He's mine now!" his voice was polite, almost bordering on cheerful but the threatening was clearly understood, because soon enough the coast was clear before them.
Light led L to the classroom, his grip tight since the boy was now trying to get free from him. How ungrateful…
"This isn't how people thank me for saving them" he pointed out.
"I didn't ask Yagami-kun to save me" L finally answered, his voice laced with venom.
"Am I that repulsive?" Light asked in a sad and dejected voice. "Can't you even try to be friendly with me?"
"I don't need Yagami-kun's friendship."
"You are ungrateful, Lawliet-kun. I help you, I try to be your friend, but you only reject me. I'm not that bad, you know" I'm only molesting you, he wanted to add but decided against it.
L finally freed himself from his grip and stepped away.
"I apologize. I probably should thank you properly for everything."
Light didn't know what hit him. A flash and something hard connecting with his face and he was already flying backwards, eyes shut in pain.
He hit the floor hard and after the initial shock wore down, he opened his eyes. L was standing in front of him, one leg still lifted, as he returned it to the initial pose. Powerful legs, Light added to his mental list about L, while touching his nose for possible injuries. He was bleeding but nothing serious happened.
"I suggest you don't touch me again, Yagami-san" L warned, then walked away, not giving Light a chance to talk. The brunette couldn't help but glare at him.
I hope you know that you have only worsened your fate. This is war… L Lawliet…
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"Multiple fractures, cuts and burns. She had been tortured before killed. Possibly even raped."
"How did she die?"
"Strangled with a rope. There are the marks."
Yagami Soichirou looked at the purplish mark on the slender neck. From here his eyes wandered over her cut arms, bruised abdomen and burnt legs, his gaze returning to her face afterwards.
She had been a beautiful young girl with a cute face, and a slender body. She didn't deserve torture. She didn't deserve death.
"Can we take the body to the morgue?"
Soichirou nodded and turned away. He looked over the scenery for anything useful. However the trees surrounding them didn't offer any clue. No footprints, no lost items, not even blood trickles that could help them find the killer.
"Check her for possible fingertips, DNA or hair remnants." He shouted to the ones handling the body. "Aizawa-san, could you announce the parents?"
The police officer nodded and left immediately. Soichirou shouted a few more orders to the remaining investigators, and then made his way to his car. Looking back once again to the crime scene, he let a sigh escape his lips.
When did the world fall so low?
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The line break doesn't work! well today's not my day anyway
take care,
niya