AN: I realize this is not what everyone expected! Allow me to explain myself!
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I am actually leaving for a summer camp this weekend (it's called Stagedoor Manor, if anyone cares) and will be without internet access! -collective gasp of horror and chorus of overdramatic OH NOEZ!- I will be returning on the 15th I think, but don't expect a chapter right away! I need to recover... and do excessive amounts of summer homework... so...
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I am so happy the style I have used for the last two chapters has been met with such enthusiasm! Unfortunately, I did not stick to that for this chapter. It is short and contains one POV mainly due to the fact that I needed to get something out for you guys before I left. It is not as polished as usual, nor is it quite as humorous. Still, with all that's going on with poor ol' Light-kun, I think he deserved a moment to angst! Enjoy!
Light POV
"That was both mortifying and unnecessary." Though I kept my eyes glued to the small plastic window, I knew L's gaze was locked onto me. Call it intuition.
"I can assure you that if we had kept our seats, the staff of this plane would be unable to effectively perform their duty, and the paying customers would be inconvenienced and may have complained."
"You know what I'm talking about," I snapped. Why, oh why was this hotheaded, genius, infuriating, insane, adorable, attractive man bent on making me as miserable as possible while lives, most notably my father's, were in immediate danger? I would have articulated these jaded thoughts (perhaps excluding the part about him being "adorable" and "attractive") but not for my tense jaw, mashing my lips into a hard line that would only part long enough to spit out short sentences.
In my peripheral vision, I noted a distinctive shrugging of shoulders, attesting to the fact that he did know that if he had just removed the damn handcuffs we wouldn't have sent the plane into chaos trying to find us new seats to "accommodate our needs." I tutted. There was shock, discomfort, and some disgust in the faces of those "assisting" us, but there was no understanding or acceptance to be found.
"You know I cannot remove the handcuffs, Kira-kun." My temper flared, but I ground my teeth against it. It would do no good to antagonize L for calling me Kira again, and besides... I just didn't have it in me to fight at the moment. My mind was busy at work, analyzing, or rather obsessing over Kira's note.
-You and the colleague(s) you are with must leave England and return to Japan.-
He knew L was out of Japan, which may not have been surprising due to the fact that L's distance from the Task Force was bound to reflect in slight changes in investigative style. But to know he was in England...
"Light-kun..." I felt a sharp jab in my arm. Did L really just poke me? I squeezed my eyes shut and held in the noise that was bubbling up in my chest.
-If you refuse, there will be serious repercussions. I know the names of your task force.-
How had he found our names? Of course there was a still a decent chance he was bluffing about his knowledge. Kira was egotistical, and appeared to be the type to brag about his hold on his vast kingdom, but surely someone of his intellectual caliber would realize that lies should only be used when necessary, as they increase the probability of a misstep.
"Oh Kira-kun!" Another irritating and slightly painful poke ensued. I curled my fingers around my armrests, and swallowed the persistent bubble of speech that pressed up my throat. If my lips were to open, the words I would emit would be lacking in coherency.
-First name Soichiro, last name Yagami, is an example of one. I will kill him if you do not comply.-
My father. Even if he had feigned knowledge of the rest of our names, he knew the name of my father. What if the demand to return to Japan wasn't the final one? Even if it were, who's to say Kira would keep to his word and let us live? If Kira had it in his obstinate, delusional mind that my father was in the way of his domination, wouldn't he kill him when his use as a hostage had expired?
"Kira-kun." Poke. "Kira-kun." Poke. "Kira-kun." Poke...
If I were to allow my lips to open, I'm not positive whether I would unleash a scream or a sob. I allowed my head to fall against the wall, and did not wince when it connected with a powerful thud.
-Do not doubt that I also know the names and faces of the others, including his son. Return to Japan.-
Why was it that the threat against me in particular injected still more fear into my being? Sure it's reasonable that I should care for my own life, but by this rational, I would care less if it were only my father that had been mentioned. What kind of a son am I? What kind of a person am I?"
"Kira-chan!" I started in surprise and rolled my eyes towards L. My mouth popped open, but luckily, the screaming sob that had been present before had retreated in the recesses of my mind in result to the shock.
"You did not just-"
"So my Kira-chan isn't dead."
I'm not Kira!
How dare you utter Kira's name in faux endearment!
...But yes L. I'm alive. My father's not dead, I'm not dead, and you're not dead...
Yet.
I closed my eyes, concealing the tears that had begun to well there without my consent. "That is really sick L. On so many levels. That is just..." my voice wavered.
"I need to go to the bathroom," he said abruptly.
I paused for a moment, and dared to open my eyes, only to find his expression revealed solemn sincerity. "What?"
"I require the facilities, Light-kun, and you must accompany me. Now unbuckle." I complied numbly.
We were stumbling down the isle rather awkwardly, the both of us grabbing seats for support and stumbling when the chain constricted our arms, when the thought occurred to me that L perhaps didn't need to use the bathroom. Did the abrupt subject change and the use of 'Light-kun' serve as an apology and a way to prevent argument?
Why couldn't the man just say what he meant? True, that despite saying otherwise, I loved our twisted mind games and the riddles of his speech, but at a time like this...
All I wanted was a straight apology, or if that was to much, just for him to hold me. As foolish as it sounded, I really did just want him to hold me.
As we reached the end of the hall, I nudged his shoulder. "Ryuuzaki... I-"
"Light-kun, how are we going to fit into the restroom stall?"
I froze. "I don't know L... I just don't know."
AN: Thank you to SavageNymph for the bathroom idea! I assure you it will be delved into next chapter. Oh, such delicious awkwardness! ...But could it turn into something else... hm... Strange things seem to happen in restrooms in this fic.
ANYWAYS! I hope you will all stay with me! I still cannot wrap my mind around all of the faithful and supportive readers I have accumulated during the run of this fic, and I hope it doesn't sound ungrateful that I'm hoping you'll all still be there when I get back! GAH! I'm being so overdramatic! It'll only be a month or so! I love you guys so much, and I'm so sorry to disappoint you!
There will be more plane antics to come! I'm still stocked up on ideas from you fine people! So long for now, and DON'T FORGET MEEEEEEEE!