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Devil's Trill
I: The Problem of Evil
CH7
Two-Night Stand
I am Kira.
I am not an entity, I am justice, and I am God.
It is time the evils of the world were judged. The world before me is rotten by sin, greed and sloth, and the very people who vowed to protect you from this evil, fail all of you every day as they put on their uniforms and march the streets.
Police is no-longer competent; judgment day is upon you sinners, for a world with you is not the world I want for my people.
Criminals are evil and will be judged. Corrupt politicians are evil and will be judged. The wealthy whose wealth came at others' expanse are evil and will be judged.
L, your evil walks my world: you are not welcome. Kira will judge you above others.
Ah, thank you Takada. The things that woman could do under a lot of stress and little guidance.
A little overly dramatic though.
Smiling on the inside, Light watched his father in growing concern. The old officer was rubbing his temples and a few more wrinkles appeared on his face - this was not the first time the police have viewed this tape, but this was the first time Light saw it off-paper that he gave Takada and then ordered to destroy... though she kind of edited it, the message was still there.
"So..." he decided to break the thick silence, "I assume Ryuzaki is hiding?"
"Like a beaten dog with his tail between his legs," Matsuda said a little too cheerfully for the situation, "hid in that penthouse of his... ran up there, actually."
"So Matsuda-san," Light pitched diplomatically smirking like an idiot, "what do you figure got him so scared: the threat to the wealthy or the threat to L?"
"Raito, this is not time for this," the chief failed to share Light's amusement.
"Sir, I think we should leave it to the police," said Mogi who was as aggravated as the chief, "Right now, we are only L investigation team. This... 'Kira', should be no concern of ours. For all we know, he's bluffing, all we have is a tape delivered to Demegawa to Sakura TV, a dead body of a night guard and two dead rapists released on bail. Heart attacks probably poison. Of course Demegawa felt so threatened he just had to show it. That cheap bastard. Anything juicy and he'll air it. All it did was cause mass-panic."
"Mass panic of ex-cons and white-collars, and a ton of approval. Sakura TV's being picketed," said Aizawa reading a fax that just came in.
"I agree with Mogi, dad," Light out on a thoughtful expression, "leave it to police. Kira's probably just trying to cause mass panic and rob a bank while police are busy, that's all. Not our department at the moment."
"Yeah, Chief. I think we should go on something that we actually have evidence to, and after swiping the place like ten times, it looks like Yotsuba-L did leave some evidence. It'll be delivered to us this afternoon; I just got an e-mail..."
"…fax, e-mail..." grumbled Soichiro eyeing Aizawa's fax paper and Matsuda's concentrated internet-surfing, "what happened to a simple phone-call?"
"It comes with age, dad," Light cheered his father half-jokingly, "I think we can get clearance for the telegraph tower if you're that uncomfortable though."
The chief let out a small chuckle and for a brief moment the deep lines on his face smoothed out and his eyes regained the gleam Light was used to seeing so often before he messed up and ended up renting a studio with a hotplate and a beer-cooler for appliances.
"Raito, can I have a word with you?"
"Sure, Dad," he said, and followed Soichiro out of the main office to a more private hallway.
"Raito..." the chief began, "first of all how are you holding up?"
"I'm fine dad, is that it? I really thought it was something big," he scratched the back of his head with a plastic smile.
"Don't do this now Raito, I am your father I can tell when you lie most of the time. You are not fine, far from it."
"I can hold my own, dad, if that's why you're worried. I can work this, I'm really okay."
"There is something you're not telling me. What happened yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" Nothing happened at all.
"Yesterday, you came in an hour early and you were distracted."
"Oh that? Nothing, I was just distracted."
"By what?"
Light was quickly losing his patience. Yesterday was not something he wanted to think about, let along discuss with his father of all people.
"Just distracted, Dad. By L. By police. By people being killed left and right."
Still unsatisfied with the answer, Soichiro paused and Light had to take deep breaths to stay calm.
"I can tell when the investigation is bothering you, and it is bothering you. What this is, is something entirely different."
"What are you getting at, dad?" Light hissed.
"You were avoiding Ryuzaki yesterday."
"So what?"
"Has he-"
"Dad!"
"Raito, listen! He... he worries me. I don't think he's L, but he is still a dangerous man. Whatever he told you, stay away from him."
"Dad, I don't need to hear this."
"Look. I-I'm just trying to be a good father. I missed a big chunk on your life and- and I rejected you when you needed me, and I'm a horrible parent, your mother made sure I realized that. I'm sorry Raito. I am your father; if Ryuzaki threatened you or anything like that you can tell me; I can help."
Light did a double-take.
His father was a very stubborn, unreasonable man when he wanted to be.
Right now though, he was giving in.
Light couldn't really believe it... well, he also wanted to give his father a hug, but instead he cleared his throat and offered his hand in a business-like manner.
"So... this is truce than?"
"Truce."
They shook on it.
"I'm sorry dad."
"I'm sorry too Raito."
Light stared at his shoes.
"So the girls are gone for this 'vacation' Ryuzaki offered, and I thought maybe we could have some father-son time?"
Light smiled.
"That'd be nice."
"Bowling? You know I'm too old for tennis."
"Bowling it is."
"Oh, and Raito?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"...I told you so, with Misa."
"Dad!"
---
It was Saturday morning, and normally in the police line of work, nothing much happened on a Saturday. A bunch of escorts and drunken people usually got busted, on occasion somebody would whack somebody else with a beer bottle, and sometimes some poor thing would file rape charges, sometimes whatever was left of yakuza were up to no good.
But usually, when it came to something major, the mass-murderers and other big people who decided to do something big did their deed on a business day, kind of like shopping on e-bay.
What was up with these kids this particular week, Matsuda didn't get.
First, there was the thing with Light and L, exactly a week ago.
L was what Matsuda considered L a big person. And L decided to practice his butchery skills on a very early Saturday morning.
And that was lame, because everybody knew Saturday was a lazy day for both mass-murderers and the police.
And then there was this Saturday.
This Kira person. Kira - though it definitely came from the English word, 'Killer' and totally didn't fit a self-proclaimed god - did sound like a girl's name a lot. 'Kira' fit a very cute Lolita j-rocker with a guitar and pig-tails just fine.
Too bad s/he decided to go around killing people like that.
Heart attacks were cool though.
Oh look, another e-mail.
Matsuda poked around the desktop for a few seconds, boredly one-clicking on random icons just to see them light up, and then figured he'll look at the e-mail first, though it was technically Mogi's job and computer.
From... NPA.
RE: Yotsuba
Click.
Report! Mine!
He'll show it to the team in a second; he'll just have the satisfaction of looking at it first. No harm in that, right? Download PDF of the briefing report.
Dum de dum... Coffee would be nice now, hmm I like coffee...
Hey, what, whoa hold on, what the hell-
"Mogi! Guys, anyone, what's it doing??! What's it doing??! I didn't do anything!"
"Matsuda what- shit, what did you do, how long's it been doing that?!"
"Like ten seconds! I didn't do anything; I just downloaded a PDF from an e-mail, that's it!"
"On a service computer?!" Various buttons and running random programs didn't help the poor enslaved computer and the freshly opened antivirus froze and collapsed right away.
"It was from NPA...!"
"God damn it, Matsuda!"
"What's going on?"
"A virus, kill it, kill it!"
"But the antivirus and firewalls are all state of the art; this is government technology, no virus-"
"Shit, shit!" yelled Mogi, giving up on the buttons and diving under the terminal to rip out the wireless Ethernet adapter. Everyone held their breaths and the PC gave small 'offline' icon, deleted a bunch of files on its own until the antivirus finally kicked in. The computer worked for a few more seconds, gave a defeated beep, and the all-dooming blue screen lit up the monitor.
"Jesus," swore the Chief.
Drama!
"But I just downloaded a PDF of the Yotsuba report...!" Drama, drama! "Shouldn't that thing be like bulletproof? A virus can't just do stuff to it, we got like the best software on it!"
"Wasn't a virus, was a straight hack; the most common, low-life way of doing it actually. No one who'd go after a government computer would use the sendmail debug in their right mind..."
More drama!
Why didn't Matsuda just take the job of a soap-opera screener? Same freakin' amount of drama that would be, less life-threatening, maybe?
"This wasn't any low-life, was it than?"
"Probably not. The effort it'd take to do it that way... damn it, the guy's good."
"Did they get what they want?"
"I don't know." The computer restarted, but it was taking its time.
"What did they want?"
"We'll find out when I get this thing started. Damn it, should've went with a Mac..."
Drama.
---
Well, shit.
Rather than how they did it, Light's mind was buzzing around what exactly they wanted.
A hacking attack of an apparently very professional level, just to get to a common NPA computer that wasn't used for much other than case data, reports and e-mails would seem useless. If they wanted a report or an e-mail address, they'd be better off just camping under any NPA office, catching their internet, and, well... No, whatever it was, they needed this specific computer.
What was on it?
Case data, reports and e-mails.
Just as it would be on anybody else's terminal. Because of security measures, this particular computer (because it was away from the workstation at the actual NPA and rather at the unknown territory of Ryuzaki Rue's castle) had even less case data.
Just the L case data.
Again, everything they knew, every other NPA computer had. Hell, that L case even had its own international server, just hack that if you want L, have fun with that two-hundred page essay fax while you're at it.
So this terminal had something others did not. And again, anything important that it might have would be case data, reports and e-mails.
That wasn't getting anywhere. Light sighed. Where the hell was Ryuzaki with one of his grand hints to the meaning of life?
The computer was still starting up. It's been a minute since...
Why did this hacker throw a virus when he left? Why did the computer restart?
Normally, it would just crash and die or the antivirus would deal with it, and it'd be like nothing happened.
Which didn't. It just froze and had to be restarted.
...to stall.
"Come on..." groaned Mogi. His father looked like he had no idea what was going on, Matsuda looked ready to cry and Ide wasn't there.
"They wanted maps."
"What?"
"The blueprint of this building - the one we needed from Ryuzaki upon NPA's request. The one we haven't sent to NPA in a report yet. This building."
"A blueprint of this building? What the hell for? Now? They could've just gotten it from NPA when we sent it, be a hell-lot easier!"
"They wanted it now," Light's heard his own voice die a little.
Mogi's hand darted towards his belt where his trusty gun was strapped securely. His father did the same and Matsuda followed suit, though he probably had no idea what was going on. Ide still wasn't there.
The building blacked out.
"It's Yotsuba-L. I mean the siege and everything. It's Yotsuba-L," whined Matsuda, bandaging his leg.
Light ignored him.
"He's after the evidence we got on him. Ide's somewhere here and he has it. It's hair, just hair. 11-inch blonde hair."
Nobody bothered to tell Light about any hair.
Okay, fine. YL wants his hair back, let's go with that, he thought, annoyance being the last thing he'd be worrying over.
Wasn't this all just peachy?
Matsuda was having a nice conversation with himself. Perhaps he would like some tea?
There was a fucking terrorist in the building after them, and all Matsuda could do was whine while the rest of them were too busy barricading the freaking door.
Within half an hour of closing the elevator doors into the masked face of a very dangerous person, running into a panicked Ryuzaki who slammed into a wall with the lack of light, avoiding bullets and watching Matsuda catch one in his leg, Light figured he'll try to run a tracer on their hacker. Hopefully that'll give them his exact location. They take out the surveillance man – no more being tracked.
His plan involved getting into the main office area.
The chief didn't like it.
Light told him he could totally do it.
The chief refused.
Mogi offered to go with Light.
The chief didn't budge.
Light figured he could sneak out and do it anyway.
The chief had that psychic glitter in his eyes, and Light realized his father knew him too well... and sneaking out probably wouldn't fly.
So he'd catch the chief off-guard and run off to the main office area anyway.
...and that's when Ide finally walked in with an evidence briefcase attached to his hand via six-foot long chain.
---
"Raito-kun's father is fired, so, so fired..." whined Ryuzaki into his knees.
Firing his dad was definitely no threat in their current situation, but after taking a good hour to calm down and trash everything he could reach, Light would fire his dad's ass to the freaking moon.
"Raito-kun, no more tossing things!"
Not there was anything worthy of tossing around anymore, although that stapler... But Ryuzaki snatched the stapler before Light could even imagine just where he would've thrown it, and started smashing the piece of plastic against the chain that went around a counter-like table and bound two boys and the table together.
"That's going to help," said Light bitterly.
"If Raito-kun has any brilliant ideas, I shall not refuse him my immediate audience."
"Well if you'd kicked his handcuffing ass when he jumped you..."
"I was not in a position to do anything of sorts as I was jumped," came from the little ball of shabby clothes.
"Can't you take responsibility just this once?"
"I would have taken the responsibility if it was my responsibility to take."
"Jesus, Ryuzaki!" Light grabbed an object closest to him in proximity and sent it flying straight for Ryuzaki. As this object happened to be an empty paper cup, it landed almost half-way to Ryuzaki's feet. "Can't you talk like a normal person just this once?!!"
"I do not understand what Raito-kun may mean by that."
Well, you smug little pain-in-the-ass.
"God damn you! Don't you understand that we'll get killed?"
"Should Raito-kun's father have believed this was an unsafe situation to leave Raito-kun in, he would have not done so."
"There's a fucking killer that as far as we know is in the next room!"
"But this killer is not inthe room with us because this room happens to be the panic room. Raito-kun's father left Raito-kun and me in a perfectly safe room."
"Handcuffed to a counter."
"Raito-kun is picky."
"Would you stop it with the speech patterns already?" Because looking at the arrogant moron provoked killing urges in Light, he proceeded to stare into the distance, where lay a drill kit. The drill kit would be very useful, but only if the arrogant moron would move and give Light more chain distance so that he could actually reach it.
No such luck. Ryuzaki, apparently, was visually impaired when it came to spotting drill kits.
When Light tried to give him visual clues to move, Ryuzaki suddenly became blind and oblivious.
For the sake of...
"Ryuzaki, move, so I can get the drill kit."
When Ryuzaki gave him a 'why would Raito-kun want to do such a thing?' look, Light sighed in exhaustion and gave up.
And then he got bored of silently fuming.
"And just why is it that you think staying chained to a counter is a good idea?"
"Well," muttered Ryuzaki as he uncurled from his dance, thick and stupid cocoon, "Raito-kun and I are in a room, together, alone... One can't help but come up with obscene activities to do in such a predicament."
"…hell no."
The subject was already breached, and Ryuzaki's interest could only grow. Light groaned.
"No, now go away."
"Where can I go when there is but six feet of chain between us?"
"Go to your side of the counter."
"Was Raito-kun dissatisfied with my performance yesterday?"
After an awkward pause, Light turned away. He couldn't see what Ryuzaki was doing behind him, but somehow the bastard managed to change the atmosphere of the room without being looked at.
"I was not aware I made Raito-kun unhappy."
"It's not that," Light said in even monotone.
"I insist. Is Raito-kun alright?"
"I'm fine," he spat.
"I insist, Raito-kun."
Instead of being angry and difficult, Light did the next best thing as to not feel awkward anymore.
"I'm fine, Ryuzaki-san," he smiled brightly.
Ryuzaki ignored the sarcasm.
"I apologize if I hurt Raito-kun in any way."
"Great, thanks. We should now concentrate on getting out of here, if you don't mind."
"Ah, but I do mind, Raito-kun."
"Oh?"
"Yes, we may not proceed towards freeing ourselves out of this predicament until Raito-kun allows me to fix the errors of yesterday."
"By jumping off a building, no doubt?" Light cheered.
"No, I am afraid nothing as drastic."
"Ryuzaki, don't touch me."
Ryuzaki whined and pouted. Light halfheartedly slapped his advanced hand.
But then again, there was no harm in... well...
"Go to your side of the counter and stay there."
"I will not do that."
"Do it."
"Raito-kun."
"What?"
"May I kiss you?"
"Yes."
And without covering much distance as there was barely any between them, Ryuzaki's chapped lips pressed to Light's own. He closed his eyes, and sandpaper kisses washed over his lips.
"You need to learn to use chapstick, Ryuzaki."
"Raito-kun's lips are so soft he'd done well using chapstick for both of us."
"Hmm..."
He liked it. No matter what Light thought of Ryuzaki - his advances and his god-awful wardrobe - he liked kissing him.
"This is weird," he draped an arm around the bony shoulders.
"Why, Raito-kun?"
"We're about to be hunted down, and I'm about to have sex with you. Again."
"We are not having sex, Raito-kun."
"Hmm?" Light cracked open one eye and checked his pants. They weren't there.
...?
"This," Ryuzaki smacked him on the lips one last time, "is just for you," and dove down.
"Oh... oh. Um... okay."
"Raito-kun is uncomfortable with this?" said the man as he pulled Light out of his boxers.
"Um, well, no."
Gently, Ryuzaki nibbled at the tip and Light's member gave a small jerk. He was limp but warm, and Ryuzaki's cold fingers slowly trailing the underside of his length made Light close his eyes and lean back against the counter.
Weird... weird place to do this.
Oh there, yes there...
"Mmm…Ryu-oh! Cell phones!" Light sat up abruptly.
Ryuzaki stared at him, rolled his eyes and sat back up only to stare directly at Light, completely unamused.
"Yes, Ryuzaki, cell phones."
Ryuzaki rolled his eyes one more time and folded his arms across his chest.
"You know what, never mind," he huffed.
Oh never mind that.
"Cell phones. That is how we are being tracked around this building."
"And this is more important than me going out of my way to gratify Raito-kun... how?"
Light frowned.
"A better question would be, 'But how can this be, Raito-kun? How can cell phones be tracked without a satellite hacking?'"
"Alright, that," said the man, still annoyed.
"If they're good enough to hack a government computer and fish out encrypted building maps and decipher them in under a minute, they might as well be able to hack area 51 for all I care."
"Fine. We should warn the team."
As if karma had a bone to pick with Light, Ryuzaki's announcing mechanism snapped on, and a distorted, mechanic voice bounced against the walls of the small cubical room.
"Dear Japanese Investigation Team, I've been chasing you for eight hours. Seriously. Just assemble on the main floor. Should this demand not be met within ten minutes, I will blow the whole building to hell 9-11 style. Thank you for your cooperation."
"...Raito-kun's father must be banging his head against the wall right now."
"Shut up and pass me the drill kit."
---
The rendezvous point was the lobby floor.
"We run for it, he'll shoot us because dad, Mogi, you aren't very fast." Light eyed Matsuda's shot-up leg, "Matsuda is just screwed."
"If he finds the cell phones abandoned or not in motion," pitched in Ryuzaki, "he will blow the building."
Light translated: "If we dump the phones in the building, he'll know we dumped the phones, he'll just blow the whole building to hell with us in it!"
Soichiro Yagami suspiciously looked like he was debating weather a chair or a sink would be best to cuff the boys to, but it was too late.
Light shot a meaningful stare at Ryuzaki, and to his surprise, Ryuzaki was feeling significantly less oblivious.
"AAh! Look there!" shrieked the hermit man, jumping up and pointing his long, bony finger in a random direction. In the midst of momentary panic, Light snatched the phones off the floor and before the team knew it, Light and Ryuzaki dashed, chain clinking haphazardly between the two boys and then they were gone, fire doors of the building slamming behind them.
The cell phones were still moving, and as far as Yotsuba-L would know, the entire L and Yotsuba investigation team was now running though Ryuzaki's parking lot.
What poor timing to be heroes.
---
January evenings in Japan came early, the sun set hours ago and eerie glow of a Saturday eight-something at night did nothing to ease the chill of winter. Weather had been kind lately, but during the eight-hour siege on the temporary police headquarters, it seemed that nature's favor passed and winter cold bit Light into the ribs as he ran though Ryuzaki's property.
Had they managed to bust though the front door, lively Tokyo weekend would embrace them and they would be lost in the crowds, phones dumped in garbage cans, and as far as the enemy would know, they would have escaped; blowing up the building would be pointless if no one was in it.
The case with Ryuzaki, the paranoid freak that he was, was that the back door of his damn castle lead to a secluded staff parking lot, two complexes used for nothing and dark alleys between the streets, streets not big or popular enough to gather a crowd. Good for hiding, bad for being found.
And yet it was all they had, and should either one be caught, it would end for both of them, the chain ensured this. For now, they could seriously screw each other over.
As they ran, his father and the team would hide, and Yotsuba-L would be dashing through those same doors any second. Then, the Chief of police would let the SWATs in and help evacuate the janitorial crew and whoever else might be in the building. Then the help will come for them too.
Until then, they ran, chain colliding with the ground rhythmically, their breaths hitched and Ryuzaki's bare feet slapping against the pavement.
The man was nothing like what he had to show for. Skinny, sickly, weak, definitely not agile-looking or athletic at all, Ryuzaki Rue could sure as hell run. Probably could do other things, many other things, things...
"When this is over - play tennis with me-?" he panted, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of nostalgia, probably even desperate for something to look forward to.
Ryuzaki said nothing but gave a nod. "There is a gate ahead - locks the property – from drunk clubbers - we'll have to - turn."
Seeing as they ware far enough from the building, Light tossed the phones.
It was a ten more minutes running distance when they heard army boots hitting the ground at and alarming phase, somewhere far away still. The chain. He could hear them, and Ryuzaki rolled the chain around his own wrist, significantly cutting the distance between himself and Light, but eliminating the source of the noise. Their lungs had the weight of steal and they were tasting blood on their breaths for quite some time. Neither could keep it up for much longer.
Light noticed his watch to read 8:50. The slow and old officers were out of the building at this point. SWAT would have evacuated Ryuzaki's service crews and genitors by now. Police would look for them next. Help was on the way.
"We should hide," he whispered, minimizing any sound they made. Ryuzaki jerked them towards another dark alley, one that was conveniently a garbage alley, and they dove behind one of the numerous trash boxes.
8:55
Light's heart was anxiously pounding, and his self-preservation instincts were overwhelmed with something else, something he was forgetting, something–
Rapid sounds of squeaky rubber echoed distantly.
"Your watch," hot breath of a whisper hit Light's ear and his heart stopped for a brief moment.
"It beeps," said Ryuzaki, and Light cursed in his mind, turning his full attention to the traitorous piece of technology. It will not betray him this time.
He put in on silent, as the footsteps slowed down and turned, entering the very narrow dead-end with scattered trashcans and various junk.
Light held his breath and he could no longer hear Ryuzaki's.
Sounds of rubber smooching the wet ground passed them but did not regain pace. He was looking. Light peaked though stacked cardboard that was the only shield between the black-clad figure in a ski-mask and them; the man in tight black jumpsuit pulled out his gun and went to check every good hiding spot, slowly, one by one...
He knew they were there. 8:57.
Wasn't scaring the fuck out of everyone enough to send the damn message?!! Ryuzaki put his hands on his shoulders, probably sensing a panic attack that was so untimely. Light nearly sobbed when the silenced shots hit the pile of rubbish right next to them.
A step south and they would be in his plain sight...
Then faint static, like of someone talking on the other side of the phone. The figure dropped the hand with the gun, and Light almost sighed in relief but caught himself in time.
More static.
"Fine," he heard a distinctly male voice bark in angry English and the man regained his pace and left the alley. "Lost 'em anyway. Pick me up babe."
8:58, and he could hear police sirens in a distance, but the rush of adrenaline wasn't over. Cold, white fear still held him in its trance, like something important, something bad was right there, lurking, waiting...
"Raito-kun," said Ryuzaki, quietly and evenly, like all danger in the world passed and nothing could bother him. Light shivered and said nothing.
"Is there anything Raito-kun wishes to ask me?"
8:59
For some reason, Light couldn't look away from the watch, like he had... like he had to count time. He could faintly hear Ryuzaki.
Why was his watch blurry? Oh, was he crying? Funny.
A few tears hit the ground.
"Raito-kun-"
"We made it Ryuzaki! We made it, oh god we made it!" He tried to convince himself.
Anything, anything to make this horrible, horrible feeling go away...
"It's over! It's over! We-we made it... we did..." he sobbed and whatever the hell he was thinking, he jumped onto Ryuzaki's lap, grabbed harshly into the black hair and kissed him on his lips, cheeks and neck before settling on sobbing on his shoulder. "We did..."
Ryuzaki made no gesture.
"Light-"
"You-you promised to play tennis with me! J-just to let you know, I'll kick your ass, I will, I'm a junior champion of – of – you can't back out now, you promised... you promised..."
Ryuzaki said nothing for a moment or so before sighing heavily and patting Light on the head.
"Yes. I will play tennis with you."
It was 9:01 on a Saturday evening.
With a lingering, content exhale, Light fell back into the crisp sheets, and Ryuzaki eagerly hopped on top of him.
"Hmm, this is becoming a bad habit," he grumbled, fisting the black hair and throwing his head back.
"Terrible," Ryuzaki agreed hastily, already helping himself out of his own pants.
Typical.
"Don't think much of it, I was just scared and need psychological comfort."
Very seriously, Ryuzaki retreated from his neck and hovered above him, his eyes huge and face deathly.
"This is very psychologically comforting," he deadpanned.
Light rolled his eyes and pulled the idiot back down. Really, it was during stupid moments like this that he felt completely comfortable with the idiotic person that was Ryuzaki Rue.
Ryuzaki Rue.
Ryuzaki Rue was not L.
Probably.
…
---
…
And just as they were about to have comfort-sex, Ryuzaki's Watari-Phone rang.
"You're kidding me."
"It is two in the morning. Watari, what is it?"
British, are we?
A few moments later, Ryuzaki sighed and with one last longing look in Light's general direction, got up.
"It's not over yet."
"What now?"
"Kira."
Oh.
He knew he was forgetting something.
Well, more like, he wiped Kira out of his mind until he could go home and deal with it. In the morning. Kira turned out to be a disaster because the purpose of Kira was to get rid of Ryuzaki because Ryuzaki was L.
Ryuzaki probably wan't L.
So there was a problem. A problem that killed three people.
The guilt would down on him when he would be more awake and less horny.
"Ryuzaki, look, we've moved to a- a-different building that you conveniently had at your disposal, and got everything around and my dad and everyone are a few floors below us -sleeping mind you - and we were about to have really, really good sex, and Kira- Come now, Kira? Unless Kira and L are eloping, I really don't see how it can concern us...."
Ryuzaki didn't mind him at all.
"... at two in the morning."
No?
"You don't really have any sense of time whatsoever, do you?"
Nothing.
"Okay, fine," Light got up, "what about Kira?"
"She's dead."
Light suddenly felt nauseous.
"'She'?"
"Kyomi Takada. You knew her."
"I... have. I talked to her yesterday."
Light was anxious, and if Ryuzaki noticed, he kept it to himself, probably attributing it to the shock one would feel after finding out his ex was a murderer.
Light went with that.
"Yes. It seems after she murdered her girlfriend –the hotel clerk that checked you in that night –she was arrested and let out on bail. I am not informed of full details, but her mental condition was... unstable. She used her student press pass to sneak into SakuraTV, killed the guard and left the tape we have all seen this morning. Then she found the two released rapists on and arranged blind dates with them. She killed them as well."
Light took a deep breath and acted.
"With heart attacks?"
"Air. A syringe full of air shot straight into the main artery. Instant heart attack."
Light nodded, false confusion clearing up from his face.
"If she was not implicated, police would have considered 'Kira' some sort of God until at least the end of the week."
"Implicated? Who-"
"She was murdered, and a note was left on her person."
No.
"And how do we fit into this?" Light asked, though he already knew the answer.
"She was killed by L. He left a message on the back of her L card."
"Dear Kira,
shut the fuck up.
-L".
"…" said Light.
"...nice," said Matsuda.
"What the hell," said Mogi.
What a very... un-Ryuzaki thing to do, though at this point it didn't matter. The person he thought was L wasn't. The thought didn't sit well with his gut, but that's how it was, so no more fooling around. He had to focus on cleaning up the mess he made; no more chasing a ghost that wasn't there.
"Bold," said Ryuzaki as he crept up behind Light in a stalker-like in a manner.
After blinking dully a few times, Light turned around and gave Ryuzaki the most outraged look he could manage. The weirdo just poped a chocolate.
'Dear Kira, shut the fuck up.'
Like, seriously?
"Uh-huh," said Matsuda, still dumbly staring at the scanned note.
"Right, okay," tried someone in the room, "do we have... any proof that this is actually L?"
"Nope."
"Right, I don't buy it."
"Raito-kun thinks it wasn't L either?"
"Honestly? Sounds more like a pissed-off American teenager on crack than an assassin wanted by fifty countries," deadpanned Light.
"Interesting. Outrage made Raito-kun misplace his fake good manners."
"Excuse me, fake? Coming from someone who has none at all-"
"Boys!"
"Sorry dad, it's just that it seems that some American with an enormous ego wrote this, maybe he even has a mental condition, nothing that fits L's profile at all."
"So out of the entire honorable L investigation team, no officer thinks this was L's doing?"
Silence.
"Alright, your judgment is trustworthy, I dismiss this."
And who put Ryuzaki in charge again? That was quick though. A little too quick, even Matsuda noticed.
What are you doing, implicating yourself?
Light gave the moron a meaningful look and asked carefully.
"Do you believe this was L's doing, Ryuzaki-san?"
"I do believe it was L's doing. This crime seems professional enough to fit L's standard."
Takada was shot and placed into the anchor chair of Sakura TV. Security tapes were wiped and the guards saw or heard nothing. Takada might as well have teleported into the studio, after she died of course.
Oh, come on.
Just when things couldn't get any more complicated… Light was screwed.
"We should not concern ourselves with this. Kira was short of a low-life terrorist only by so much, this now-third-fake-L is only concerned with Kira. I feel the need to remind you that you are a special task force whose sole concern should be capturing L; you are getting paid to investigate Yotsuba in the meanwhile... I suggest leaving Yotsuba-L alone and focusing on his targets instead. I am running out of suitable buildings to use as headquarters."
Three headquarters, three Ls and no progress. There was an L, who was very dangerous and psychotic. There was a Yotsuba-L who had some sort of grudge against the investigation team; he was also psychotic. There was a dead Kira, who was killed by either L, Yotsuba-L, or a third psycho claiming to be L.
"Since when is it cool to be L?" Matsuda asked nobody in particular.
When nobody said anything, Ryuzaki's expression became owlish and we waved both of his hands at the team awkwardly.
"Off to bed, it's four in the morning."
"By the way, son... I thought you went home? How did you get here so fast?"
. "Taxi," his father stared.
Okay.
So far, so good.
No mention of Light anywhere. Hopefully that note was addressed to Takada or the police, and not him, no matter who wrote it.
Still, though.
Four people were dead because of him.
"I'm going home," Light said absently, no-longer in the mood for sex.