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A.N: Just wanna thank those that reviewed! I hope this chapter is to your satisfaction :)
The dull, aching pain in Light's head was matched with the throbbing in his limbs. Eyes burned fiercely, seeming to be on fire in their desperation for rest. His mouth felt dry, and his throat burned with his desire for water. Water... what he wouldn't give for just a sip...
As this thought entered his mind, the most beautiful sight filled his eyes. A pristine glass was filled with clear liquid, brimming at the top. Delicious drops were collecting on the outside of the clear cup, and he imagined himself licking it off. Absorbing those luscious, near-translucent droplets. He could almost feel them soaking into him, soothing away the sharp, all-consuming burn in his throat...
"Where is the second death note?"
Light frowned, forcing his eyes to focus above the water. Nonetheless, his eyes kept flickering back to it. He licked his dry lips, unwittingly drying them out further. "Want..." He blinked. Words... He needed more words. "Give me water." Satisfied with that, he looked into ebony eyes with his best pleading look.
"Light-kun will be given water if he cooperates and answers my question. Where is the second death note hidden?"
Light was trying hard to pay attention, but the sentence was full of too many variables, and all he could make out was the word water.
The detective seemed to realize this, simplifying his statement to, "You get water when you say where the death note is."
Death Note... Right. He was a god. A smile pulled at his lips. "I'm a god, L. I'm Kira." Words were slurred from thirst and exhaustion, voice having an insane lilt to it. "Give your God water and all sins will be forgiven..."
"Where is the death note?" The beautiful creature blessed with the name of water was waved in front of Light's face, spilling slightly onto the floor. What a waste of such a heavenly substance.
Death Note... water... L wanted to know where the Death Note was. Then he would give Light water. Light opened his mouth, but no words came out. Warning bells went off in his head, and he snapped his mouth shut. He looked into the distorted image of the detective through the glass cup. "No." That seemed to satisfy the strange voice in the back of his head, even as another side of him screamed and cried out for anything to be done, so long as water would be obtained.
The water went to L's own lips, Light following the glass with ravenous eyes. His hands clenched into fist as it was swallowed, bit by bit the water being consumed by another. "No..." he said, this time the word a miserable moan. "Mine..."
Only the slightest amount- a sip at most- was left when L stopped drinking. "Where is the notebook?"
Light did his best to form a glare, not even sure why he was doing it, just knowing it was the right thing to do. "No." A short, one syllable answer that didn't bother his aching throat too much.
Light watched in dismay as the celestial being disappeared from sight, cursing death upon the detective. No, not death. Pain and suffering. Death was too kind for such a misdeed. Murdering innocent liquids...
L disappeared soon after, leaving Light with nothing to do but fantasize about that being he was so graced to have even seen. He wanted to devour it...
'Disappointed' would be an understatement. L looked at the monitor, taking in the dehydrated teenager. Light hung limp in his bonds, head lolled to one side as if keeping it up was too strenuous a task. Eyes stared straight forward, glazed over and dull.
Three days without water, and this was all he had achieved. He was closer than before, but Light was stubborn as ever.
Then there was the situation with Misa, who remained missing. L desperately wanted to question Light about Misa's possible whereabouts, but that would risk letting the teen know of her freedom. He didn't want to give Light possible hope for his own freedom. Even Misa would seem like a savior in the situation Light was in, despite her stupidity. The last thing he needed was for Light to have hope.
The shinigami remained missing, which was more than a little worrisome. L chewed on his thumb, breaking the skin. He had been chewing on it more often than ever as of late.
He forced his mind back to the most pressing topic. How am I going to get Light-kun to tell me where the second Death Note is? He couldn't dehydrate Light forever, and it seemed Light was becoming incoherent. If he dehydrated Light for even another day, he would be risking both Light's life and any chance of finding the second death note. Perhaps L would rehydrate the killer and then drug him... but drugs hadn't worked on Misa, and Light was a lot stronger than the blond.
Unlike Misa, L had indisputable proof that Light was Kira. Also, Light was hiding the location of a weapon of mass murder. That left L with many options he otherwise couldn't justify.
It seemed he would have to take things further.
Mikami searched the internet for the addresses of possible witnesses, making notes in his personal notebook. Wasaki Tomahi was guilty of stealing that car, and Mikami would prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.
The man didn't deserve death, as he had not hurt anyone. Mikami's god graciously left Wasaki to the justice system, and the prosecutor refused to fail Kira.
A knock at the door took Mikami by surprise. He made his way to the door, being careful not to knock over or move any of his important papers. When he peeked through the peep hole, no one was there. Curious despite himself, he opened the door and looked around. He could see a man getting into a mail truck. When he looked down, a little box caught his eye.
He picked it up and took it inside, examining the label as he gathered a steak knife and sat down at the kitchen table. It had no return address, but was clearly addressed to him. He carefully cut it open, revealing a mere envelope. Why would anyone send an envelope in a box?
When he opened it he found a typed letter, which he flattened out on the table. As he read it, his heart began to beat faster and faster, hands clenching and unclenching.
Mikami Teru,
This is the second Kira. The real and original Kira is in danger right now. I don't want to tell you too much through a note, in case this didn't make it to you. I put a list of victims and their times of death on the back to prove I'm really the second Kira.
Please meet me at 509 East Sakura Lane, at 5 o'clock P.M on Saturday the 17th. I really need your help to rescue Kira. I chose you because you are obviously a fellow Kira worshipper and seem to be really smart. I'm sure with your help, we can get our god back and continue on the path to an ideal world.
Sincerely,
The Second Kira
L had carefully waited until all taskforce members had headed home before making his way to Light's cell. He would still get his way if they were present. It would just take a lot of unnecessary arguing and discussion. It was best to just avoid it all and leave them none the wiser.
When he entered the cell, he found the contraption Light was strapped to now in a horizontal position. An IV was working on rehydrating the brunette, whose eyes were closed as he gained long-desired rest. L eyed the IV once more. Watari must have slipped a drug in it to knock Light out, because the teen had given up on any attempts at sleeping.
L needed Light somewhat sane for what he had in store. He took out his phone, making a call to Watari. "When will he be ready for another interrogation?"
"Three hours, sir. Four if you plan on involving torture."
L nodded, even as he knew it went unseen. "Thank you." Hanging up, he made his way to the worst killer of recent times. His features looked innocent- angelic, even- in sleep. Even the matted, greasy hair did little to detract from the allure of the boy.
L blinked, taken aback to find his lips suddenly pressing against the teen's forehead. He quickly returned to his usual standing position, taking quite a few steps back from his prior lover. No, current murderer, he corrected himself, shaking his head to clear traitorous thoughts. This was not the person he had shared a bed with mere days ago. This was a cold-blooded killer that would stop at nothing to become a self-proclaimed god of some pseudo-ideal world.
The detective called Watari back up, requesting the necessary items for his plan. If he focused on what he was going to do, perhaps he could think of things as they truly were, instead of how they once were.
Perhaps. But he seriously doubted it. Light had somehow ended up on the short list of people L cared about. It really was a shame that his first friend, lover, and equal had to be Kira.
A.N: My poor Light-sama... L, how could you? ;-;
Ah... right. So, what'd you think? Another chapter sounding good...?