Author's Note:

I actually feel I failed on the last chapter and considered redoing it entirely but in the end I decided that I should just try and continue and after I finished this chapter I feel that I did alright in this direction.

I'm still surprised at myself, however, for deciding, after struggling with the characterization considerably while writing the last chapter, to do this one entirely from Soiciro Yagami's point of view.

I think that I might even be the first person to ever do such a thing in yaoi Death Note fanfic.

Please please do review and tell me what you think! I'm eager for feedback on this one!

Twisted

Even when nearly an hour had passed since the conversation with L Soichiro Yagami could still not quite come to terms with what had occurred. Sitting at his desk he could only run his mind over the events again and again numbly. The silence that had stolen coldly over the room preceding L's statement had been thick and tense. The man had watched L lean back however, apparently unconcerned by the icy atmosphere and began to chew his thumb nail, his eyes cast downward as he did so. The image played in his mind, stuttering like an old and marred film reel, L's black hooded eyes staring up at the older man while he nibbled at his fingers in a pseudo child-like motion.

"You…" Soichiro managed to speak huskily eventually when he finally managed to move his jaw, "...you…love light?" It was the only pitiful response he could think to make, his mind wiped blank by the violent sweep of words.

"Yes," L replied simply, confirming his statement as if it were but a dull and basic fact. And all Soichiro Yagami had done was gape at him with disbelief and confusion. In the face of the man's failure to respond L had simply suggested that they returned to work, carelessly brushing aside the conversation. Bored. The memory tasted slightly of humiliation.

Soichiro, even now, with his mind working better and his blood hotter, found it hard to actually believe that L had made that declaration and then had abruptly ended the conversation and lead him out of the room. He acted as if his admission was inconsequential. Soichiro had not known what else to do but dumbly follow the man out of the room. His own shock had overridden everything and now when he cast his thoughts back he saw himself as something quite pathetic.

At the point where what had happened had sinked in it seamed impossible to re-engage in the conversation. For one thing he wouldn't know how he could possibly do that with L at the other end of the room, absorbed in his own matters, and Light actually seated in the middle of the room, oblivious to what had just occurred.

Soichiro glanced towards his son as he worked and frowned. Light, seated between L and himself, oblivious. His son's eyes were upon the computer screen, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, his eyes bright and intent and yet slightly dulled as he lent into unnatural glare. When Soichiro cast his eyes towards L he was the man sitting hunched up, head lolling to one side while he picked up sweets between two fingers and slid them into his mouth. He was not even pretending to work now, he was just sitting there, licking at confectionery. His eyes moved to look back at Soichiro, unblinkingly and his head tilted ever so slightly more, owlishly.

Soichiro Yagami knew that he could not challenge L now, such an opportunity had passed a long time ago and L smiled as he tilted his head back and slowly lowered a licorice lace into his mouth, winding his long tongue around it as it descended. His eyes stayed on Soichiro Yagami, absently, innocently. The man turned away quickly.

He tried to think clearly while he felt the genius' eyes boaring into his back. L had said that he loved Light. In normal social conventions the implications that kind of statement inspired were clear. The whole conversation that L had drawn him into was little more than a discussion of devotion, of passion and whatever the details were they were over-ridden by the closing statement.

It was possible, Soichiro told himself, that L was referring to a platonic love however it almost seemed irrelevant what the specifics of the emotion were under which L had claimed his son. There was still something inherently subversive and twisted about L and even the thought of the man harbouring a strong affection toward his Son filled Soichiro with disgust and unease.

He had sat beside L while the man had watched hours of security tapes of his son, hours of private unknown footage. He had watched while he had spoken to Light, escalating the conversation to a psychopathic stage until he had eventually incarcerated his son. The man had insisted on chaining Light to his wrist, to be no more than a few feet away from him at all time, bound to him by cold hard metal. And now, now he was convinced of innocence, now he said that he loved him.

Soichiro Yagami found that he couldn't work the rest of that day, he found that he could barely think either. All he could do was sit in silence as he attempted to occupy his hands while the sounds of L crunching his sweets between his teeth and the clacking of Light's computer keys cut through the stillness.

Matsuda returned as the end of the working day drew close, under some premise to discuss something with Mogi. Both he and Mogi had compared notes in the main investigation room for a short while and then once Mogi had left Matsuda had hung around anxiously, like a lonely puppy. L had taken advantage of his presence to order coffee imperiously. For himself and Light. Light had stayed silent, working and Matsuda had obediently gone and made the coffee, to L's specifications, placing a cup down in front of both of the men. Light drank his silently, his eyes remaining on the pale computer screen. Oblivious.

The day finally came to a close and all of the team slowly gathered and then dispersed as the hours of well-earned free-time, installed in the wake of the Higuichi investigation, came into effect. Soichiro had been eager to leave but it was now that as Light rose from his chair that L came over to him. Soichiro stood, in his allocated position, directly opposite the two as L addressed his son without glancing in the way of the senior member of the Yagami family.

"I want you to stay here for at least a few nights while we work on the matter at hand," L told him, crouched forward in his hunched posture, fingers still to his lips as he spoke, "You should go home for a couple of hours and gather some things then come back here." Soichiro Yagami could only look on as his son smoothed back his hair and nodded,

"I'll come back at eight then." L was stood very close to Light but he didn't touch him and Light turned to join his father. However whatever small relief that Soichiro felt as the brief exchange came to an end was smothered quietly. He saw Light's fingers brush slightly against L's arm in a purely natural and accidental motion and in the same instant L rose his wide unblinking eyes to stare at Soichiro.

He didn't speak to his son as they left the building and Light remained as silent and distant as he had been throughout the working day. He had glanced at Light as he got into the car, as his son threw his coat into the back seat and then put on his seatbelt. It had felt like things were falling to place again when the handcuffs had come off and Soichiro could drive his son home again at the end of each day. It had seemed like the cracks that had been made by Kira were being restored, everything was becoming smooth and clear once more. Now it seamed that Light was being taken back into L's custody and Kira was immaterial in that decision.

He drove in silence, his eyes checking on Light now and again only to see his son leaning against the window, lost in thought. After the incident within the car that lead to Light's promotion to the handcuffs Soichiro had wondered whether his son would forgive him for what he had done in order to prove his innocence, for the horror and fear that he had installed in his only son. It was the thing that he felt the most guilt for in his entire career, his entire life. But once Light had learnt the plan, learnt that it was under L's instruction he had accepted it easily. It seemed that he did not even feel that forgiveness was necessary, he had held his father's actions as completely admissible, irrelevant even.

"What did L talk to you about today?" Light asked suddenly, making Soichiro have to concentrate on not swerving the car dangerously due to nerves. He paused for a moment and tried to pull together some facts that were not the one which was screaming in the forefront of his mind.

"He said that he has become convinced of your innocence," Soichiro replied, "he finally believes that you are not Kira." Light smiled slightly and turned back to the window and then there was silence once more. Soichiro ran though his thoughts again, through the memory once again, the exercise of attempting to assemble them claiming the remainder of the journey.

Once they had both returned home the evening went by as it usually did. It was nothing unusual for both the male members of the household to be quiet and serious and they were addressed pleasantly and warmly by a family that had missed them in their long and cold absence. Unwilling to let the comfortable atmosphere that had prevailed since Light's release continue longer before being dashed Soichiro announced almost immediately that Light had to go back again later tonight and stay for a few days. Sachiko had looked terribly concerned and during dinner Sayu had plagued Light with questions about what exactly was going on with the investigation and why he had to continue working so late.

"You know that we can't say anything much about it," Light intoned over and over, the same sentiment that he and his father had spoken on many occasions. Neither Sachiko or Sayu knew the details of why Light and Soichiro had been away for the time during incarceration, or Light's supervision.

After dinner Light excused himself and Sayu, very dissapointed, went to watch tellivision. When Light had first returned Sayu had attempted to cling to him in a sisterly way that she had never done before his absence. She had tried to engage her older brother by getting him to play board games with her however the reason as to why this kind of activity had never been hiteherto explored between them was made even more clear when Light beat her easily in every medium. After a couple of days the anxiety had mostly worn off and Sayu gave up trying to connect with her brother and the siblings went back to, on the whole, ignoring one another.

In the Kitchen Sachiko had turned to her husband with worry upon her face and asked in a whisper, that Sayu wouldn't notice, "Is everything really okay? Is there any trouble?" Soichiro had not told his wife anything really but had been unable to conceal from her the underlying problems that had made their mark upon his face. He had confided in her a little about the severity of Light's absence, without stating any specifics. He assured her that everything was fine, that Light was just working on the case and that this stay at investigation headquarters was purely for convienience's sake. Sachiko had nodded and smiled, relieved.

Soichiro had stayed with her for a little while as she washed up, drying the items for her, staying close at the side of the woman from whom he had been forced to separate from, in many ways, for such a long time. Then he had left her to go up the stairs and find Light.

He knocked on the door of Light's room and then entered. He saw that Light had laid out some clothes on the bed and he was slowly and meticulously folding them before placing them into a large rucksack. He looked up at his father as he entered the room, pausing in his careful work.

"I'll drive you back," Soichiro told him.

"You don't need to," Light said as he smoothed down the collar on one of his shirts, "I can easily walk and it's not that late. You can rest then." Soichiro watched as Light delicately picked up the corner of the shirt's sleeve and folded the garment over ensuring that all the corners came to a perfect point before folding it again in the same exact manner.

"I don't mind and it will be easier for you as you'll be carrying that." Light didn't argue but kept packing. Soichiro moved closer into the room and let his eyes cast around the walls laden with books before returning to his son. He noticed then that Light's clothes were definitely not his own; they were expensive and looked brand new. He furrowed his brows and rubbed his eyes awkwardly underneath his glasses.

"What are you and L working on right now Light?" He watched Light's hands moving, fluidly, unconcerned.

"L is exploring a new branch of research, he has a new theory on Kira and I am helping him look into that," Light replied easily, "did he tell you about it, or mention it when he spoke to you?" Soichiro actually had to think about that for a few moments, L had said a great deal to him, but it was largely vague, confusing ideas and statements.

"He talked about your future beyond the investigation," Soichiro said slowly, "he idicated that you would have a high position and career ahead of you. Has he spoken to you about that?" He had also spoken about danger and hard circumstances that could relate only one, very particular place and career.

"L never spoke to me about the future beyond the Kira investigation until recently, but I always felt that it was implied that I would be given a position," Light said carelessly and Soichiro heard this it did jog things in his memory. L had said that he wanted Light to be his successor. He had constantly commented on how well they worked together. The thought was strangely cold and constricting now. He took a deep breath and then said, with considerable effort,

"L told me that he loved you today." Light paused in his packing and turned around to face his father, an inquisitive, surprised expression upon his face. He frowned and then his face settled again and he smiled slightly.

"Did he?" He replied and then turned away again and continued to fold the clothes.

"That's all he said," Soichiro forced himself to say, frightened that Light was going to continue to brush it away, he didn't want to have to ask direct questions, "just that, suddenly and with no explanation." He heard Light laugh very slightly, very quietly and then he turned around again, with a sigh to face his father.

"L and I are lovers," he told him. The confession made Soichiro's eyes widen in shock. He had really even considered that such a fact could be true, in such a complete and utter way, uttered from his son's lips as an all-consuming truth. He had never entertained the notion further than Light being aware of L's extreme inclination towards him and he had felt disgusted and outraged on the part of his son even for things to be that far. Once again that day words failed him but this time the emotions that had overtaken were much more pronounced and devastating. His thoughts seemed to grip on the only rational thing they could, as appalling as this one thing still was, and he realised that he was staring in the direction the book where had seen his son hide pornography during the time of his surveillance.

Light's eyes followed his father's gaze and Soichiro realised this, looking back at his son to see him frowning. He of course did not know about the surveilence, Soichiro thought, but he must have guessed from his father's gaze that the magazines had somehow been discovered. Light cast his eyes downward for a moment and sighed before saying,

"I would not define myself as gay, however I am in a relationship with L and it is a physical relationship." Soichiro found his eyes fixed on his son, unable to cast them away, his face twisted uncontrollably by disgust and horror. He could not believe that.

He remembered all the girls and women that Light had dated, all the polite, sweet, beautiful and intelligent girls that he had seen his son paired with. He couldn't believe the words that Light had said, 'lovers,' 'physical relationship.' The image of L, the bleached white skin, the dark eyes and hunched back, wide and unnerving gaze as he rolled his tongue round a licorice lace. And underneath this a terrible coldness, of torture and careless interrogation. It was hideous. Utterly, utterly hideous. The most grotesque thing that Soichiro could imagine for his son.

"Light," he croaked, "surely that isn't right." Light stared at his father blandly and then turned away again to finish packing. "He wants you to work for him, with him though," Soiciro said deperately, "Light, what does that mean?"

"Are you worried that the line between our professional association are unnaturally blurred?" Light asked thoughtfully, in a calm interested voice.

"He had you chained to his hand as a Kira suspect," Soichiro replied desperately, "and now this…this can't be right."

"He's not trying to control me," Light said incredulously, "If that's what your saying. Or anything else for that matter. We consider our relationship a private matter between the two of us, irrelevant to our work. I would say that us working together like this is completely unrelated to our relationship and visa versa but," Soichiro hung on to that pause agonisingly, "well, the reasons for our relationship and our professional proximity arise from the same source I suppose." Light zipped up the rucksack and turned back round to his father, his face very calm and patient.

"What about Amane san?" Soichiro asked quietly. To this Light sighed again and shook his head.

"I have not yet ended my relationship with Misa, it has been very difficult what with the matter of the investigation and well, her being how she is, but I fully intend to. My relationship with her is not, and never has been, on my part, serious." He threw the heavy rucksack over one shoulder and looked straight at his father, "do you still wish to drive me to headquarters or shall I walk? I don't mind and I know that you must be tired."

While writing this I had to imagine how the idea of L having designs on Light would look from Soichiro's point of view. I have to say it was damn terrifying! You couldn't even try and kidnap your family and run away to cuba or something because he'd track you down! Wherever you are!

Anyways so the way that L is portrayed in this chaper and the impressions of his actions are biased to Soichiro's viewpoint. L isn't (necesarily) smiling at him smugly and acting in a 'I'm fucking your son and there 'aint nothing you can do about it lol' way.

This chapter's called twisted because that's how Soichiro views L's influence over/ intentions towards Light and it's a concept that stays with him throuhout the story although he does begin to accept the relationship more more in time. He is worried that L holds power over Light, but of course any parent sees their child as the victim in any situation.

Please do review!! XD Reviews fuel psychopathic schemes and love scenes!!