Chapter Twenty

Idealistic Love

(Quick Note: I'm not a doctor, nor a medical student. Please forgive and ignore anything I write that does not make medical sense. I base everything I know off of Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy, and my own imagination)

Hand in Hand.

This is how L began his waiting period for Light to wake up.

From the moment Light was out of surgery L was by his side.

Light had looked so fragile. His skin was pale like a porcelain doll, and there was a fear that if L touched him, he would shatter into a million pieces.

That didn't stop L from, upon entering the private room they had set Light up in, immediately running across the room and grabbing Light's hand. He had to feel him. To make sure he was real.

He was there.

He was alive.

L didn't like all the wires and tubes that surrounded Light, but he knew they were necessary to help Light recover.

Light had come out of surgery after what seemed like an eternity in the accursed waiting room. The walls in that room at that point had seemed like they were closing in.

The surgery had been successful, for the most part. They managed to stabilize Light; save him from the brink of death by combating the deadly conditions of shock and stop the internal bleeding from the knife wounds.

It was amazing that the knife had not done more serious damage. Everything was easily patchable, and it was just up to Light's body now to heal itself (if the internal patches. If the knife had gone in a centimeter away in any direction, or at any other angle…

L tried not to dwell on that fact.

He was alive. That was all that was important.

Light's head wound had reopened during his ordeal with Mikami. The doctors were concerned about it, especially since it was a head injury. They determined he had a concussion, but the full extent of the threat could not be fully determined until Light woke up, but the wound itself had been cleaned and was expected to heal nicely.

Infection was still a serious threat. But beyond changing the bandages regularly and properly cleaning and disinfecting the wounds, there was nothing else that they could do but wait.

Light was still under the effects of anesthesia, and a heavy painkilling drug. It was unknown when he would wake up.

It could be any minute.

It could be any hour.

It could be… days.

Days. Oh god. Days.

It didn't matter, Light needed his sleep.

He has been through so much. He deserved sleep.

Waiting.

It was all L could do.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

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Misa had a lot to think about in short amount of time.

It's not that she doesn't think, though often she didn't mind people thought that of her, but that she never had to think about such consequential things.

Kira hadn't been around forever, but almost as long as the name Kira was whispered around on the streets and in the back of classrooms by school kids, Misa had believe in him.

Kira had helped bring justice to the case of her parents. He found the evidence to convict the man who had killed them and make sure he was put behind bars where he belongs.

She had always believed that Kira was a single person. Someone who saw the difference they could make in the world. Someone who could put down the chips and dedicate their time to making Japan a better place to live.

Misa tried to be good. She would attend charity events for free, and tried to encourage all her fans to donate when they could. She never imagined that she would meet Kira and have a chance to help with something more important.

A chance to save lives. A chance to help.

Embarrassed, she admitted that it was wrong to stalk Kira. She was just so curious as to who he was and how she could help. Stalk was not hard, as she had to deal with a few stalkers herself and deal with avoiding the paparazzi.

It was wrong. But can a little wrong to make a big right be justified? Kira would know. Kira would help. She could have helped Kira.

But all she did was get in the way.

Mikami got to her so easily. She really should have complained to her work about raising the security levels after she saw someone break into her now dead friend's dressing room, but she didn't want to be a bother. Next thing she knew as she went to take off her make up the cool steel of a gun barrel kissed the back of her neck and a man told her if she screamed he'd shoot.

As they left he grabbed a brown wig off the shelf and chuckled to himself that it would be perfect. Just perfect.

She never expected Kira to have had such a horrible life. Her life was not great, but from her understanding she never had an old best friend try to kill her with the murder weapon used to end her parent's lives.

Mikami explained some things to her about Kira's past and she had learned more from a debriefing with the police.

The most important thing that she learned was that Kira was a perfect omnipotent being. He was human. Flawed. He needed help and she couldn't give it to him. She just brought him further into danger. And what did he do? He saved her.

She tried to save him. She never ran away, but ran for help. She couldn't do it alone. Someone else had to be there.

Someone else had been there. Someone closer to Kira then she was. While she could just stare helplessly at the bloody mess that was Kira, the man she had found knew what to do. Then the police and EMTs came and they knew what to do.

It was all making so much sense, and it became clearer by the minute as the world sorted through the mess that was left in the wake of the Kitchen Killer.

Misa did her interrogation with the police, telling everything she knew to the fullest extent, all the details told honestly. She then had a second interrogation done at a second location, an office building in a blank office space. That one was between her and the detective L. She didn't see his face since all she did was walk to a laptop sitting open. It was a little odd, since it seemed like two people were talking to her when only one voice came out.

The media knew she was involved with the case, and the police had revealed nothing yet, so it was unsurprising that she was barraged by journalists and the likes where ever she went.

She couldn't just say it in passing, so she had her agent call a press conference.

The idea had to be handled carefully. She needed to plant the seed so it would grow.

This is what she could do. This is how she could help Kira and change to world.

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"What is the identity of the man in the hospital?"

"Who is the Kitchen Killer?"

"Were you or were you not kidnapped?"

"Are you an accomplice to either Kira or the Kitchen Killer?"

"Who is in the hospital?"

"Who is Kira?"

"Is Kira alright?"

"Describe Kira to us!"

"Who is the Kitchen Killer?"

"Enough questions! Misa will not answer any questions currently."

With a pause for a deep breath the blonde began her speech.

"Misa is not here to share all the details of what happened that day. Misa called everyone here to tell what she wants to tell, so listen up. Yes, Misa met the Kitchen Killer and became his hostage. She was used against Kira to leave him vulnerable to attack. Kira is just human, and Misa put him in danger.

"Well, Kira is not just human. Kira is more like an idea. For the past few years Kira was whispered justice, an unseen force that solved crimes and bettered Tokyo. He made us eel like someone was watching over us when we went out late at night, and that someone cared for us when bad things happened and it felt like there was nothing anyone could do.

"Kira doesn't have to be just a man. Kira can be all of us. Kira can be that someone else you look for when you need help. Kira can be a person out late at night that sees a girl being harassed and calls the police or steps up for her himself. Kira can be any person who sees a crime and testifies the truth with no fear. Kira can be anyone. Kira can be everyone. Leave who ever is in that hospital alone.

"Forget about one man being Kira and become Kira yourself. Misa will do just that. She will do what she can to be someone people can go to for help. She hopes you will too."

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Misa's press conference was… interesting. L felt he would have been more interested in it if Light still wasn't unconscious. It has been three days. He should be waking up any minute.

Any minute.

Watari had come and gone every now and then. L was a grown man and didn't need looking after, and somewhere in Tokyo his successors where dicking around, needing some level of supervision from Watari. That didn't stop Watari from bringing food every time he came, and then taking the uneaten food away and replacing it with fresh food whenever he came back.

It's no that L was trying to starve himself. He just had no appetite. If he could, He'd shove the food down Light's throat if it would nourish him with out choking him and cause him to wake up.

Only under threat of being hooked up to an IV fluid did L finally eat something. It was not his usual sugary food, but something disgusting and healthy, yet substantial enough to get Watari off his back.

He drank water and tea. What ever liquid was given to him he drank. Though he had no thirst he did have to admit that he being dehydrated would help no one. He had to be healthy and ready for when Light woke up.

He never left Light's side except for the dreadfully humanistic times he had to give in to the need to go to the bathroom. When he did so he made sure no doctors or nurses would be in the room so Light would no wake up amongst strangers.

A selfish part in L wanted him to be the first thing Light saw when he woke up. He wanted to be there to comfort Light, to deal with what ever would happen. He just needed to wake up.

He had not slept the entire time he had been at Light's side. It was starting to affect him. He'd stare at Light's face sometimes but not see it, only a blur that danced with spots. Then he'd snap out of the daze and jump, to see if Light had changed at all. If he had woken up, stirred, or even burped. But nothing ever changed.

Finally Watari stopped being patient and demanded L go to the hotel and shower and sleep. L tried to refuse. He put up a tantrum the likes not seen since his childhood when Watari took away his candy after a few cavities (since that day L brushed his teeth religiously).

Only with the promise that Watari and Watari alone would remain by Light's side the entire time did L finally agree to go.

L can not stress how reluctant he was to go, but he did need sleep. If Light was going to wake up soon it would be good to do it to a well rested and clean L. Because cause he was going to wake up. And soon. L might as well be ready.

As he was leaving, before Watari came into the room, L swept away the bangs on Light's forehead and gave him a soft kiss.

"Don't feel the need to wait for me to get back. Wake up when you want to. Just… please do it soon."

It was only on the way to the hotel did L start to think about what would happen when Light woke up.

It terrified him.

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Thank you for all the reviews and follows and favorites! We are in the home stretch (kinda)!

Sorry if it took a while to update. I started a new job/internship and it takes up ten hours at least each day, five days a week. I'm being worked to the bone, but I'm loving it since it's in a restaurant and I am getting all this hands on experience.

I am now trying to put all my free time effort into finishing this story. I can see and taste the ending, I just need to get it down on paper.

Enough of a AN for now. I hope you all have been enjoying my little puns.

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I entered ten of my best puns into a pun contest. I was sure one of them would win it for me, but no pun in ten did.

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