KIRA
By inner seLf
The standard disclaimer applies.
Question: How much irony do you think was shoved into this chapter?
1. If you like Death Note then you might want to see the Departed. If you like HP and The Departed but don't have a clue what this crossover is about, please visit wikipedia for spoilers (or just read on) or simply watch the show on veoh. (Warning: the show is suspenseful and fast-paced. Do not consume any energy drinks while viewing. Energy drinks are disgusting anyways.)
Chapter Two: "Distraction"
She awoke the next morning at a little past seven and read her texts for a little light reading. After an hour, more or less, she descended the staircase and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast as she listened to the news for updates on Kira's movements. With nothing out of the usual random movements, Hermione assured herself that it was only a matter of time until Near cornered him.
'As for me, I need to relax! I have a job now so it is meaningless to glue myself to the television. I bet Kira wants the world to spend its days watching his every 'judgement'! What an arse! As for me, I would rather water the flowers…Though they are mum's flowers, and she should do this job.'
She closed the door and grabbed the pail that was a few feet away. She spent a quarter of an hour moving to and from the faucet, refilling the pail and pouring its contents onto the petunias and lilies.
She looked when someone called out to presumably her.
"Well, I believe that I should introduce myself first. I am Light Yagami."
"Ah, yes. You are our new neighbor. I am Joan Granger! It is nice to meet you. Are your parents home? I would like to introduce myself to all of you."
He chuckles lightly, "Actually, I have not lived with my parents for a couple of years now. I am older than I seem. You could probably take my height into account for that."
She agreed. She stood at 168 (5'6") centimeters and he was only four more (5'8). "So from where did you move?"
Light studied her a moment before telling her. "Shibuya Prefecture, Kanto Region, Japan. I was working on the greatest case of my life when the case moved, and I was sent to follow it. You probably won't see me relaxing my house often. I have a few days to adjust before the rush of my work."
"Are you like an international lawyer? Detective?" She wondered, her eyes widening a little, but then she remembered the location he mentioned. In a hushed whisper, she asked, "Did you come here following the Kira character?"
He quirked his lips in a mischievous smile, "Why? Are you curious?"
"Of course!" She all but exclaimed. His smile was still present on his face. 'This guy honestly does not take his life seriously, announcing to the world that he is a Kira-hunter.'
"Well too bad its official police business, is it not?"
Hermione frowned. She definitely did not understand this man.
"Once I stop the guy, I will be a hero; one of those knights in shining armor!" He laughs as she raises an eyebrow. His face becomes serious. "I am sorry if I worry you with my carelessness. It's just that people in my position feel an immense burden when working on this case, no matter how involved they are. When I get nervous, I react differently from others would. It's not like Kira lives on our block, right? Besides, he would not know if the name I gave you was an alias or not."
"You should take you stress out in a manner that does not endanger your life, Mr. Yagami."
"Please, Joan, call me Light. We're both single."
"I am sixteen," she warns/reprimands.
He throws a Cheshire grin. "I am quite a chivalrous one, I assure you."
"Indeed." Her eyes narrow, in a look of which Snape would be proud.
He coughs under the pressure of her gaze and changes the conversation. "Well, since I won't have many opportunities to learn the area, would you mind, Miss, showing me the way to the nearest bookstore?"
She started to give him directions but he interrupted. "I'm sorry, but I do not have a pen on me. Would you mind accompanying me there? It would not take long in my car... my little black car."
She rolls her eyes and thinks about the offer for a moment but cannot refuse the request of the new (delightful to the eyes) neighbor. He made her inner scarlet woman's job too easy. Still, she had control. She would have to deal with her irrational self's pleading and whining as long as he was around.
When they reached his garage, she saw that the car was indeed black. She laughed but then started to apologize. He put a finger to her lips to stop her, and gave her a small warm smile, allowing a blush to creep along the sides of her cheeks.
Traffic was non-existent so the drive took only twelve minutes. The bookstore, Barnes and Nobles' was thankfully not far from her house. The two browsed for a while as they chatted amiably, slightly flirtatiously on both parts. Before heading back to the neighborhood, Light had been able to sweet-talk Hermione into a meal.
"It is not 'going out to lunch,'" he said, "so do not order off the lunch side of the menu."
Hermione stifled a giggle, picturing him as some crazy person.
"You do not know the rule? You women invented it. Any man who asks a woman to a lunch date is forever doomed to be just friends."
With that argument, the both of them ordered meals that were too big for their stomachs. During the conversational part of the meal, Hermione would find herself not recalling his words, as she had been to busy studying his handsome features. Once he broke her from her lapse of consciousness. Her blush resurfaced at ten times its normal magnitude when he smiled at her embarrassment. 'Honestly, why do I fall so hard for these older guys?' She scowled mentally and reprimanded herself, though it came out as a pout to him.
"I know this line is starting to get old thanks to those sappy romance movies, but you should know you are the cutest thing when you are angry. I bet you beat the guys off at school with a stick."
She snorts in the most feminine way possible. 'I hope that was rhetorical. Swish and flick.'
The meals were boxed up and taken home. He walked her to her house like a gentleman, though she lived next door. She eyes her garage and saw that her parents were not home. Chancing the action and gathering all her courage, she leaned forward to kiss Light good-bye, but once more he pressed his index finger to her lips. She opened her eyes, confused, to see he was now kneeling before her. To play his part, he took her hand in his and stroked the back of hers with his thumb. Lightly, he then kissed it. Rising he gave her a playful smile and retreated into his house.
Kira would not be the main man (besides Harry and Ron of course) in her life anymore.
The relationship carried like so and gradually evolved in the following weeks. They became constants in each other's lives as much as they could hope to be. Hermione would come to his house at eight or even ten to seek his company. If he was working, she would not mind sitting on his couch and reading (a muggle book). Before she would leave, she would cook him something sustaining without the use of the microwave. Also, Light would always be sure to snag the closest thing to a snog session she would give: a kiss, or ten; whichever he could steal before she forced herself out the door.
At half-past twelve on the night before Hermione's task, she was feeling terribly anxious and could not catch a wink of sleep. One question kept the optimism she normally had away her thoughts: What if she failed like she had at the ministry?
Hermione let out an aggravated sigh. She turned her head to look out her window and saw that the lights were on in her boyfriend's house. She decided to sneak out and seek his comfort. He found her entry as a great surprise. She told him a little white lie; she said that she had watched one of the news reports on Kira and had been too frightened for sleep.
He wrapped his arms around her and ran a hand through her hair. "It's alright. You can stay over here for a while until you feel better."
He thinks to guide her down the hall when she lifts her head and steps out of his embrace, nodding. She glances at the couch she usually occupies on her visits and notices all the clutter that surrounds the coffee table in front of it. Some of the papers and documents had been buried under the pile, including a half-buried notebook. She could only make out the letters 'a-t-h N-o-t-e' from the poor, worn material.
"You know, Light you are quite a deal more unorganized than I pictured you to be. Well, I suppose all cops take cleanliness as last priority."
She misses the panicked look that surfaces onto his face. She turns to the scene again and laughs a short, heartly laugh. As she does, he recovers and starts to guide her down the hall. "You look a little tired. You may use the guest room to lie down. Maybe sleep will come now that you are with me." He smirks and she, yet again, rolls her eyes.
"Maybe," she replies. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and brings her to a neutral colored room. He pulls back the sheets and helps her into the bed. He then surprises Hermione when he gets onto the bed with the covers separating them. She squeaks, "What are you doing?"
"Watching you go to sleep. I told you I was the chivalrous type."
Hermione bites her bottom lip as she is reminded of her wild side's pleadings. She remembered the first day she met him. She was not complaining about the irony of things however. She was doing exactly the opposite. "Light…"
He hummed as if to ask a question and received a tender kiss as an answer. She lingered for a moment until he kissed back. Nothing had made her feel so euphoric in her life. Light, on the other hand, could not help issuing a smirk into it. Not a smile, not a grin, but a smirk. She was easing his worry and was making covering his mistake too easy. The fool was in love with him!
When they broke the kiss, Light did not stop the intimate moment. He would not send her off like that. She was one of those innocent people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he was determined to give her a moment to remember. It was too bad he could not use her though.
He led his lips down her neck until they were upon her pulse. He nipped and sucked as she fell into helpless bliss. He would hear her mewls transform into soft moans every now and then. He would repeat the process on such places as her jaw and collar bone. He returned to her lips and gave her a chaste kiss, licking her bottom lip at the end. When she opened her mouth to accept his tongue, he would leave them and tease her by sucking on her earlobe. He went back to her neck once more, licking and kissing the sensitive spots.
Hermione did not know what had gotten into her. She did not know why she allowed him to continue his ministrations. Maybe it had to do with the fact that one of the most serious moments in her life would hit her tomorrow? Being with Light, she was able to relieve all the stress and foreboding feelings.
She found her strength and regained some control. She brought her hand to the side of his face and pressed her lips to his. She pried his mouth open and tested the new experience by flicking her tongue quickly into his mouth. Before she could make a full retreat, he attacked hers, slowly at first. For a few minutes they kept this kiss until she broke to tease his neck as he had teased hers. With one last reunion of their lips she decided to end the intimacy before it would spread out of their control.
He stroked her hair until her lids became heavy. When she was finally asleep, he exited the room to return to the living room to securely hide his documents from her curious brown eyes. Before putting away the notebook, however, he pulled out a pencil and scribbled down two words with a randomly assigned hour for the next day. He figured, if he does not know where she is when she passes or how she dies, it will be easier to disentangle him self from the list of suspects and make his grief more believable.
'You brought this upon yourself,' Light mused. 'It is the curious little lamb that is slaughtered first.'
Yays! Cookies to me (you guys can have one each IF you review):3 I cannot believe that I will have THE next chapter (CHAPTER THREE!! The one I have been going on about ever since chapter one!!) up in time for Halloween!!!! All is going according to plan! I hope it lives up to your expectations!!!
TIMELINE NOTE:
Hogwarts students are given nine weeks of summer vacation. Hermione in prologue had already spent the first five mourning Sirius, studying, and watching the tele. She spends the next three dating Light. That leaves the seven days. Harry and Ron will be making an appearance in the next chapter with one of the order members.
Hermione: Uh-oh. I'm over at Light's house right now.
Inner SeLf: THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? YOUR ASS IS GRASS!! (like six ft. under; one w/ the dirt. D-E-D. Dead.)