Kira's Secret Revealed - Chapter 6
Light was torn between repulsion and a fascination that kept him from looking away. The wounds on the actor's back looked dreadful. He would never want to have to endure anything like that. He glanced over to L. Since he knew so much about the strange devices and even procedures, he wondered if L was into all the things Kira did in this film. Judging from their little mind game, he would assume the detective would hate to be in the shoes of this L, but while L was not at all what you'd call squeamish, he never seemed to enjoy the hardships he put other people through.
"I said... Stop. Please." L repeated.
"That was asking nicely. I want you beg!"
L looked puzzled for a moment that Kira seized to use the whip on him once more.
"What do you want from me?" the actor portraying L cried in a way that was either much better acting than he'd previously shown or genuine, trying to tuck his face into his shoulder, to look away or withdraw from the situation in any way that he could with his hands bound above his head.
"Kira-sama, please!" L said obediently, "I beg you to release me from this excruciating torture. Please, Kira-sama."
"Isn't he supposed to be British? Why is he using a Japanese honorific all of a sudden? Shouldn't he rather say 'Lord Kira' instead?" Light said to purposefully break away from the scene in the film that was mesmerising him much more than he'd like to admit.
"Wouldn't surprise me if the actor's just in too much pain to think of that right now," L replied casually. "If they are doing the whipping for real, they only have one shot. Seems like he messed it up."
"Oh, you've seen nothing yet!" Kira cackled enthusiastically, snapping his fingers to release L. There was another lame 'poof' sound and the shot switched to L kneeling in front of Kira again, the whip gone from Kira's hand. Obviously the scene switch was just editing, but the makers of the video attempted to make it seem magical.
"Now, are you ready to be a good boy?" Kira asked sweetly.
"Anyone is good compared to you! Charge!" L cried, tackling Kira's legs.
"That's not a good idea. He's magic," L complained.
"Kira really should have poofed him into some handcuffs."
"Then they couldn't have had their fight scene." L sighed. The fighting was filmed closely, with lurid detail as they wrestled in intimate physical contact. Both of the men watching their Doppelgängers on screen were taken with the sweating, grunting, display of raw masculinity.
"Kira better use his stupid magic soon," Light said just to keep up the appearance that he was less enraptured with this video than he actually was, "L's got a few extra kilograms on him, and he's more built."
"Yes. It would be completely unrealistic if that skinny actor playing you was able to beat the one playing me."
Light almost let the insult slide by, much rather wanting to focus on the screen, "Stop saying that I'm Kira," he answered half-heartedly, "Besides, if I was, then in real life the situation would be reversed. You're the one who's starved-looking and stringy," he continued, muttering under his breath at the end, "And also has a non-existent fashion sense."
"Physical strength is not required to win a fight."
"It is a decisive factor."
"Not if you have the element of surprise," L said calmly, quickly moving to grab Light's arm, twisting it behind his back while keeping him in place by holding his other wrist.
L on the computer monitor had Kira in a raunchy looking submission hold on the floor of the dungeon. As the lean body relaxed, becoming more limp, L pushed him away a few feet, fleeing towards the door.
As quickly as L began the fight in real life, Kira ended the one in the video. As predicted, he used magic.
The shot changed again, with the usual poof, just when L had opened the heavy iron door. He was suddenly in stocks instead of enjoying the freedom he thought he had earned.
"You're clever, L, but your tricks won't work against MY POWER! Ohohohohoho."
"It's true," L said defeated, "I've never faced power like this before! Cheerio!"
"That isn't how that expression is used." L complained. "And his move wasn't really clever, considering he already knew about Kira's poof magic."
Light was able to struggle free as L was preoccupied with that.
"Cheelio!" Light said, slapping the detective in the head while purposefully misusing English. L kicked him in the shin in retaliation, and they mutually decided to grapple it out over the matter. Not because they were in the mood for it after watching the display on the monitor, of course. It was just the normal progression of a physical fight.
"You're a monster," L cried, straining to escape the bonds of his wrists.
"Monster? Ohohohoho," Kira chortled. "You have no IDEA, L," he continued cupping the detective's face, "You have yet to see... my TRUE form!"