Hi, this is the co-writer, beta, and Blaisey's fanfiction wife, I don't have an ffn, though! He's stuck with his mom at the moment and can't write, so he said I could do some. Long AN at the end explaining why it's taken so long for us to update, blah blah blah, on with the story!
L, fully dressed, returns to the sitting room. They hear a key in the lock and L grabs Light's hand, leading him silently through the bedrooms, listening as Mikami, Aiber's manservant, calls for L.
"Master Liam? Hello?"
They open another door and both wince as it slams shut behind them.
"Come on!" L says as they get to the hallway and break into a run, surprising the few ladies and gentlemen around them.
L pulls Light past the stairs to the bank of elevators, sprinting into one, scaring the hell out of the operator.
"Take us down, quickly!" L orders. The operator scrambles to comply, Light closing the steel gates for him. Mikami runs up just as the lift starts to descend. He slams his hand against the bars of the outer gate.
L flips him off as they go down, laughing along with Light at the rude gesture he'd never made before and the look on Mikami's face.
They scramble out of the elevator as soon as it's still, laughing and holding one another up, they run into a room, not really knowing where they're going anymore, and as the door closes behind them they slide down the wall and dissolve into laughter.
Looking through the small round window into the hall, Light laughs as he sees Mikami emerge from another lift and running to the one he and L had just exited, scanning the foyer when he sees they're not in the lift.
"Pretty tough for a valet, this guy!" Light says, smiling.
"He's an ex-detective, from Scotland Yard. Aiber's father hired him to keep Aiber out of trouble… Make sure he always got back to the hotel with his wallet and watch after some crawl through the less reputable areas of whatever city he's in."
"Kind of like what we're doing right n—Uh oh!"
Mikami has spotted them from a cross-corridor nearby, and charges toward them, L and Light run around a corner into a blind alley with one door, marked 'CREW ONLY', and Light flings it open, dragging L in by the hand.
The room is roaring with the sound of the boilers below and Light turns to latch the deadbolt before covering his ears and looking around the small room. There is no way out but a ladder going down.
"After you!" Light shouts over the din, pointing to the smoking hole.
They go down the escape ladder and look around in amazement. It's like a vision of hell itself, with the roaring furnaces and black figures moving in the smoky reddish glow. They run the length of the boiler room, dodging surprised stokers, and trimmers with their wheelbarrows of coal.
They run through an open watertight door into another boiler room, Light pulling L through the fiercely hot alley between two boilers and they wind up in the dark, out of sight of the men working. Watching from the shadows, they see the stokers working in the hellish glow, shoveling coal into the insatiable maws of the furnaces. The whole place thunders with the roar of the fires. Light turns and kisses L's face, tasting the sweat trickling down from his forehead. He finds the others lips and they kiss passionately in the steamy, pounding darkness before turning and opening another door, finding themselves in a storage room.
They run laughing through the rows of stacked cargo; L hugs himself against the cold after the dripping heat of the boiler rooms.
They come to a brand new Renault touring car, strapped down to a pallet. It looks like a royal coach from a fairy tale, its brass trim and lamps nicely setting off the deep burgundy color.
Light offers his hand to L, opening the door to the plushly upholstered back seat and sticking his nose up in the air. L takes his hand and climbs in, acting very royal. He looks around and notices the cut crystal bud vases on the walls, each containing a red rose.
Light jumps into the driver's seat, enjoying the feeling of the leather and wood.
"Where to, sir?" he asks L in a terribly fake and posh English accent.
L leans forward and whispers in his ear, "To the stars." Before reaching his hands out and pulling him into the back to join him. He lands next to L, and his breath seems loud in the quiet darkness. He looks at him, and L is smiling. It's their moment of truth.
"Are you nervous?" Light asks, his voice cracking.
L shakes his head 'no' as his fingers twine with Light's. Light strokes his face, cherishing him. L kisses his artists' fingers, looking into his smoldering eyes.
"Put your hands on me, Light." L whispers, moving Lights' hand to his waist. He kisses him and slides down the seat under Light's welcome weight.
Okay! Sorry for stopping there, but Blaisey wants to write the lemon. Anyways! Ok, as I said on his profile, my computer died, and he keeps all his stuff on it because the only computer he has, he shares with his boyfriend and his whole family (the boyfriends), so when he writes, he send it to me, then deletes it, and I clean it up a bit, send it back to let him check it and add anything he might want to, and he sends it back so I can post it.
Complicated.
So when my computer died (my OS was deleted somehow...), all he had written went with it, and I ended up having to buy a new computer. So I'm sorry, and I'll go ahead and speak for B and say he's sorry, so... we're sorry. And we hope you don't hate us and aren't completely pissed at us. Or at least I do. I don't know about Blaise, he usually doesn't care.
So there. Long explanation is long... and tiring. So bye. Please read and review! I will reply, and to all those who've already reviewed, thank you, and I'll also reply to you! Cause Blaisey won't...