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Devil's Trill
II: Things Important
CH15
Twelve
It had been thirteen days since Mogi's funeral, and Light supposed this day was significant because the day before, it was twelve days since Mogi's funeral.
Ironically, the day before was also February 12th, and being confounded to one of many prison-like floors of Ryuzaki Rue's investigation quarters, Light was left bored and alone, and his mind, a traitorous machine that it was, couldn't help but dance around the fact that on February 12th, it had been 12 days since Mogi's funeral.
But twelve didn't really matter.
What mattered was the sour expression on Ryuzaki's face, the way discontent radiated from his person and soaked into Light's clothes and the way he stood rooted to the carpet just before the last step leading into Light's safe prison.
Ryuzaki hadn't dared to cross that step ever since Light was assigned this floor.
It didn't matter what numbers made up today, it was the day itself that mattered.
Today, Light was finally going to forgive Ryuzaki.
Gingerly, he stepped aside and expression on Ryuzaki's face was priceless. His sleep-deprived, bitter and grumpy eyes widened, vaguely resembling the owlish expression Ryuzaki always wore oh so long ago, and his pursed lips loosened just enough for Light to notice.
"Raito-kun is... sure?" he said carefully as if Light's change of heart was a fragile thing Ryuzaki somehow held with his voice.
Light shrugged, keeping his annoyed stare locked with the man's black eyes.
"I am about to change my mind," he droned coolly.
Ryuzaki nearly jumped in, closing the door behind him as if Light would push him out if he hadn't.
And there they stood, in the narrow hallway, awkwardly listening to each other's breathing. The foot of space between them felt like a cliff.
Light turned and gracefully dragged his feet across floor, and surely enough Ryuzaki followed him, his own shuffling far from the gracefulness Light had done it with. And Ryuzaki's been shuffling for his entire life; Light almost praised himself for learning to do it better in just a few weeks.
They sat across each other at an expensive kitchen isle, and the isle felt like a mountain.
Cliff, mountain...
"Raito-kun, I am sor-" Ryuzaki began.
"Enough of that, I hear it every day."
"Ah," was all Ryuzaki said, and the pause stretched the space between them even further, yet its awkwardness still was more comfortable than talking.
"I've been thinking," Light spoke, and his voice dead and almost bitter, "I hate you."
"I understand."
"You deserve to die."
"I understand, I have hurt Raito-kun enough to deserve that."
A lie, a pretty lie.
"I guess you saying that counts for something, even if it's not true."
Ryuzaki held his peace with this one.
"I've been thinking some more."
"Yes?"
"We should get back together."
It startled Ryuzaki if the familiar 'I-am-surprised-the-Earth-is-round' expression that fell out of Ryuzaki's 'expressions-used' list for the longest while was anything to go by, but as expected, Ryuzaki expected it. There were no surprises why they were sitting at a kitchen isle with a mountain between them; the surprise was that Light allowed them to sit at the kitchen isle at all.
"I would like to hear Raito-kun's reasons," Ryuzaki said reluctantly, as if expecting mustard gas to sip out of Light's nostrils and kill him dead.
"I look like a pitiful piece of shit. It depresses me to look at you."
"Raito-kun does not look much better. Has he been taking the anti-depressants assigned to him?"
"...yes," Light hissed, making it clear he hasn't been taking the pills, and there was nothing Ryuzaki or anyone on the team could do about it.
"I see."
"Do you agree to this, Ryuzaki?"
"I would like to hear Raito-kun's conditions, although yes, I have as good as accepted this."
Light snorted.
"Fuck conditions. Doesn't look like I'll enjoying life for much longer either way, so I might as well take advantage of the time I have-"
"The team has been working hard to-"
"Fuck the team," Light snorted again and felt his voice tremble in anger, "if L gets me, I'm his fucktoy for life, if he can't get me, he'll kill me, if he leaves me alone, I'll rot in prison for being Kira," Ryuzaki gave him a meaningful look, and Light added, "...which I'm not."
"Of course."
"I can't go outside, I can't do anything, I can't talk to anyone, all I can do is wait for one of those three things."
"..."
"It sucks. There's nothing to do and I want to kill myself."
He saw Ryuzaki bite when the man's eyebrows (which Light had to imagine) furrowed in disapproval. Good.
"...So I might as well take advantage of what I have."
"And that would be...?"
"Sex. I like it."
"Really."
"Yeah. Let's fuck."
Ryuzaki's eyes pleasantly widened some more and he searched the ceiling for something to say.
Light sighed. Yes. This was the man he knew.
"What?"
Ryuzaki still said nothing. And then it hit Light, and it was amusing beyond belief. He felt a smirk twist his lips upwards, and it felt good. He hadn't smiled in a while.
"Really?" This was almost funny. "No! Really?"
"What is Raito-kun talking about?"
"Hah! Wow. You want sappy shit."
The pitiful thing curled inwards and most certainly looked like it wanted sappy shit, though it shook its head and said otherwise.
"Hah," Light mused in wonder. Come on, bite...
It surprised him when... Ryuzaki bit twice in a row and finally let a stiff 'maybe' slip from his lips in defeat.
"You want affection, Ryuzaki. Hah."
With that, Light did the thing most typical of Yagami Light.
He slid from the chair gracefully and took off, swaying his hips just enough to keep Ryuzaki's attention on his behind rather than anywhere Light may have slipped.
Had he noticed...?
Casually, almost angrily, Light pulled off the tennis shirt he was wearing and tossed it somewhere aside. Ryuzaki only grunted, and Light turned his head to stare at him, annoyed.
The man didn't look confused or disappointed, he didn't look like anything, though Light sincerely hoped the idiot was feeling lost.
Instead of teasing, Light rolled his eyes and turned around fully, feeling the hairs at his back rise and nipples and lips perk slightly as involuntary response to being seen intimately, and Ryuzaki gave a soft gasp.
Sex-deprived hermits.
"This is called a hint, you idiot," Light droned.
Ryuzaki took the hint.
He kissed him, carefully holding the back of Light's neck as his lips danced across Light's softly. Light opened up for the man to just get on with it and make it into the casual fuck that it was supposed to be, but Ryuzaki never entered his mouth or fought his tongue with his own, he simply licked Light's trembling lips and kissed their corners.
Why were his lips trembling?
"I missed you," Ryuzaki whispered into his open mouth and Light suppressed the vague recognition with a dirty thought of the man bending him over and fucking him into the headboard.
The one thing he knew Ryuzaki, in his present state, would never do.
So he stood there, shirtless and shivering in humiliation of being so totally wrong about everything there was to be wrong about... about Ryuzaki.
The shredded black locks brushed softly against his cheek and cool, scratcy lips worshipped his neck and shoulder, and Light threw his head back.
"Just fuck me. It'll make things so much easier," he pleaded, but Ryuzaki only wrapped a hand around his waist and pushed him to sit on his knees on the soft carpet, only to fall down to Light's level himself and kiss his body and touch his chest with those cool fingers.
He couldn't stand this. He took Ryuzaki by the shoulders and pushed him away, and there they sat, awkwardly on the floor, looking at eachother without much to say.
"Raito-kun..." the man tipped his chin and held it, looking into his eyes almost... sadly. Light imagined he must have looked pretty damn depressed as well.
"Let me," and without much hesitation, Light reached for the hem of Ryuzaki's jeans and with the last of his resolve tugged the zipper open and fisted a limp, warm organ. The man said nothing, just looked down at Light's hand in his pants.
"Sit properly," the man complied and Light pulled the length out completely, stroking it lightly as he crawled onto Ryuzaki's lap.
It wasn't even an erection. Yet. Light stroked it harder and felt the man give a slight jerk into his hand. Good. In no time at all it was up, and Ryuzaki's sweaty forehead rested against his shoulder, and the man panted heavily and Light panted with him, realizing his own pants were too damn tight.
A trail of clear pre-cum sipped though Ryuzaki's slit and Light swallowed hard and leaned down to pick it up with his tongue.
Bitter.
Ryuzaki tasted bitter, unpleasant.
He must have taken too long; his hair was fisted and Light screwed his eyes shut, anticipating to have his fave showed into Ryuzaki's crotch, but instead Ryuzaki pulled him away slightly.
That's right.
Ryuzaki wouldn't do something like that anymore.
"Raito-kun o-obviously does no... not want to do this," Ryuzaki panted, his words still legible, and Light felt a little jealous that the freak was still able to string together perfect sentences while at this point, in Ryuzaki's arms Light would be bucking his hips and cursing the world.
"It's okay," he said and used his hand to guide the thick erection to his mouth and have the large tip a brave lick.
Didn't taste any better.
Light went on and lapped at the tip, jerking the man off and using the flat of his tongue against the sides. The ejaculate became more cloudily, and Ryuzaki rubbed circles into Light's back reached for Light's behind that was shamelessly sticking out due to their position on the floor, pulled his pants low enough to get them out of the way and pushed at least two fingers in because Light hissed and gagged around Ryuzaki's searing member in his mouth.
"It h-h-aas been a w-while," Ryuzaki said, still quite legibly. Light cursed and pushed against the fingers, rocking into them slightly and at the same time rocking his mouth.
Ryuzaki finally let a suppressed moan break free, and before Light could get him to make any more of those uncontrolled noises, Ryuzaki pulled himself out of Light's mouth and entrance, and Light cringed at the motion because his own neglected erection was jerked very pleasantly and he couldn't do a damn thing about it until Ryuzaki quickly freed him from his pants completely, fisted him and pumped him while tipping him to fall on his back...
He pulled his legs apart and pushed against all muscles that didn't want his large freakin' dick inside, and suddenly Light was full, in pain, and writhing in pleasure under the man who drove into him over and over again.
Neither lasted very long.
Ryuzaki came first, shooting his hot semen deep inside of Light, and Light tried to scream but all that came from his gaping mouth were the noises a man made when he was choking on air in pleasure.
How Ryuzaki kept his hand moving during an orgasm was beyond Light, but a few uneven hard thrusts into Ryuzaki's fist later, Light came and collapsed onto the carpet.
They gained their breaths and Ryzaki pulled off his own shirt to clean himself up before tugging his softening members back into his pants and getting up.
Light rolled his eyes.
Ryuzaki wasn't going far.
"I have a carpet burn," he complained off-handedly.
"Ah," said Ryuzaki.
It sounded just like Ryuzaki, so the man who just made love to him was Ryuzaki.
Light realized he was safe.
"Wine," Ryuzaki declared sitting back next to Light who was just gaining back his ability to move. There was sticky semen all over his lower belly and inner thighs, as well as some already leaked out onto the carpet where he laid.
It would stain.
Ryuzaki set two tall glasses down next to an ice basket that Light refused to think too much about, picked up his own crumpled shirt and helped Light clean up as much as a shirt could clean.
"What's the occasion?" Light said absently, lifting his leg for Ryuzaki. The man didn't mind.
"Us."
"Us?"
"Yes, us."
"Than it's a sad occasion."
Ryuzaki tossed the shirt aside for good, pulled down a blanket from the couch, laid next to Light and helped him get on it without straining his lower body too much. The bastard knew he'd hurt him.
"There," he said and pulled Light's shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked.
"What the hell was that for?" He wasn't embarrassed in the slightest or anything, but it was just kind of... it was Ryuzaki. Everything the man did was weird anyway.
"I want to see you, or is Raito-kun cold?" With that, Light resigned with a sigh and let the stupid man do whatever he wanted.
The stupid man kept his own pants very much on and pulled Light's necked body onto his own bare chest, shifted around bent one of his legs and finally reached to pour them some wine.
"Happy now?"
"Quite," Light was handed full tall glass.
"So to us?"
"To us."
"What exactly is 'us'?"
"I do not know, Raito-kun." The wine was fine, sweet and it reeked of four-hundred-bucks-a-pop even though Light was nowhere near being a wine expert.
"Hmm. I deserve to know what I'm toasting to, don't I?"
"Alright," Ryuzaki seemed to be in thought for a moment, and Light figured he was thinking of how to phrase it. At the end, Light realized the man had given up on what he wanted to say.
"To us, coming out alive tomorrow."
Light frowned and set the glass on the carpet too quickly. It tipped and spilled, leaving a large blood-red stain on the carpet.
One more for Ryuzaki's maid's to clean, he figured when Ryuzaki just took his fallen glass, refilled it and set it to stand and wait without saying a word.
"I don't like tomorrow."
"Raito-kun is scared?"
"...yeah, you?"
"I'm scared for Raito-kun."
Light snorted.
"That's exactly what she said you'd say."
"Ah."
"I don't like her plan."
"How's so?"
"It's based on you being L. Either way, I'm fucked."
To be fair, Ryuzaki's cool chest skin felt safe, and Light was content to have it under his cheek.
"Ah."
This is a transport operation; all it involves is a transfer of Yagami Raito from point A, here, to point B, elsewhere.
Since this building has been monitored severely by FBI, NPA and private surveillance (that does not belong to Ryuzaki Rue) for two weeks, L cannot strike here, however it is suspected he is after Yagami Raito and will strike at his earliest convenience.
My personal belief is that L is Ryuzaki Rue, and therefore he cannot strike here to kidnap Yagami Raito because of all this surveillance.
If Yagami Raito is not watched by three hundred and twelve cameras with over five hundred armed guards, L will strike.
The operation involves twelve identical transport vehicles, air support and an idle SWAT team per vehicle. Yagami Raito is to be placed into one of these vehicles and taken to point B, the location of which will not be disclosed.
As L and Yotsuba-L are assumed to be cooperating, Ryuzaki Rue, assumed to be L, shall be transported in the same vehicle as Yagami Raito.
Both parties have consented to doing this.
As L, Ryuzaki Rue will receive the aid of Yotsuba-L to kidnap Yagami Raito, thus proving his guilt and leading to his capture.
Point B is more inaccessible than the current location of Yagami Raito, and L will have to take this chance.
"Naomi-san has winked at me. It was quite disturbing."
"What am I gonna do?"
"To begin with, I believe that is more to that plan than she mentioned in the briefing."
Light rolled his eyes.
"L may be waiting at 'point B'."
Ryuzaki played along.
"L may just want Raito-kun killed, so he will blow up all twelve cars."
"Thanks. He may just wait for point B and get me from there."
"L may not be cooperating with Y-L at all."
"Raito-kun just does not like Mello," Light smacked Ryuzaki's arm at that, "how will I tell Mello which car I am in?"
"Magic L powers. It's my turn, hmm... L may have died in two weeks already. Who knows?"
"I like that particular flaw in her plan, Raito-kun."
"I'm being blackmailed into doing this, basically."
"It is fair, is it not?"
"Considering I didn't do anything, no, it's fucking unfair."
Ryuzaki's lashes brushed against Light's forehead as the man kissed him on the cheek before handing him a half-full wine glass with a hand that wasn't holding his own.
"To genii-"
"Oh, to me? Thank you," Light smirked as he interrupted him, and Ryuzaki frowned in good nature.
"-and to our superior abilities of poking holes in Misora Naomi's plans... the act of which ultimately leads to creating high chances for Raito-kun's imminent demise."
Ryuzaki was playful. Ryuzaki, was playful. Light had to muse over the idea a bit before accepting it.
This whole ridiculous thing.
...affection, was it?
Ryuzaki was in love.
"... I like the 'to genii' better."
Not just any love.
Ryuzaki was completely obsessed with him.
Devil's Trill
III: Devil's Trill
It was late night or early morning, and Light really didn't care to tell which exactly it was as he tried to focus his half-seeping mind on the pair of bulky and faceless officers who as good as hauled him out of his bed.
"W-" Light tired, but instead of giving him proper replies Light didn't even need to figure out what was going on; one of the officers thrust a very heavy set of clothing at him and when Light's arms almost dropped the load out of surprise at how much the thing actually weighted, an bulletproof vest was dumped on top of the folded pile and his arms gave.
Mild chaos and confusion were natural at four in the morning.
The fussing of one of the men made Light's head spin a little, though it went away when he was shoved into the bathroom and ordered to change.
His clothes were back right down to the undershirt he was supposed to wear under the vest.
Light had to overcome an urge to take a shower before getting dressed, but under the circumstances skipping the routine seemed... natural.
No, he was clean in that sense, Ryuzaki had lovingly taken care of that, but the residue of sweat lingered, and the scent of the man clung to his skin almost possessively.
It was almost a shame to cover it up, but even after he was done dressing, he found it comforting that the scent stayed with him.
The outfit was heavy, and it wasn't astonishingly back-breaking kind of heavy, but it was heavy enough for Light to exert generous effort to keep up with the officers as they made their way down to the heavily-guarded parking.
The twelve black vans were not impressive.
They were the regular windowless four-year models with a fresh, identical coat of black paint: conspicuous enough to be inconspicuous. Or whatever Misora Naomi's mentality was.
The woman marched towards him and his 'escorts' proudly with her chest sticking out and nose high in the air like she owned the place.
Ryuzaki, who actually did own the place, noticed this and sent her some clever insult Light found typical of the man.
Ryuzaki looked more lively than he did in the past few weeks, and Light was sure he was one of those rare gay man that leeched energy from their partners and were sharp and alert while 'the partners' were knocked out cold or close to it... though Ryuzaki looked pathetic at the same time.
His figure was hunched more than usual and he shoved his hands into his pockets grudgingly to find the pants too tight and pull them out, and then repeat. The outfit he wore, identical to Light's, must have been just as heavy.
"Straighten up, you idiot. You're telling me you can beat the shit out of me, but a decent shirt is a little too heavy for you?"
"...The socks are also scratchy and the shoes are suffocating my toes. They are steel-toe, had Raito-kun known this?"
Light found his leather sneakers rather nice.
The procession continued, and while people buzzed around him, Light finally realized the scale of this operation and just how much trouble he was in.
There were men – and probably women, all wearing two distinct and intimidating items of choice: a ski mask and an automatic rifle.
There were hundreds of them, all stuffed into Ryuzaki's rather spacious concrete underground parking, all busy and rushing and fussing and running around taking or giving orders.
Light had a nasty feeling he would be forced into one of those masks as well.
"Misora-san! Do we get those as well?" The cute look of childish greed was priceless on
Ryuzaki's face, considering the man wore some heavy armor and all. He was pointing at the rifles.
"Of course, we'll make sure to supply L with everything necessary to kill everyone in sight." Ryuzaki scowled and Naomi added, amused, "you get a plastic one."
"Hmm, does it look like those?"
"It looks exactly like those."
"May I have it now?"
Naomi produced one very real-looking automatic rifle and Ryuzaki played with it as he and Light were loaded into one of the black vans.
The motivational team-speech Misora Naomi gave their assigned SWAT team was almost cute, compared to her immediate orders.
"...there are no homing devices and your radios will be disabled. The only ones able to contact the base are the drivers; press the little red button and we will know you lost the targets. Don't lose the targets. That one," Ryuzaki, "has been checked for homing devises and weapons. He is clean, you should be safe. There are cameras and bugs in the van, all that happens inside gets recorded. I see him, but I also see you. Do not hurt him unless he is being suspicious, I must remind you he volunteered to prove his innocence."
She left and the obviously bulletproof back doors of the van got slammed and bolted shut from the outside; the screech of metal against metal sounded like prison bars and Light gulped from his sideways seat between two armed men.
He preferred to focus on Ryuzaki who sat across from him, still playing with his toy gun.
"Hey, kid," one of the officers, the team leader, Light suspected, watched Ryuzaki though a black mask with beady small eyes, "you really L?"
Ryuzaki blinked and pointed his toy at the man, aimed and pulled the trigger, his aim completely off and the fake cartridge disassembled on his lap. "BANG!" he said owlishly.
Some men laughed.
Light could see the driver though the plastic window to the driver's cabin; he looked like a normal driver and the cabin had its own set of furry dice and dashboard Pokemon.
The blind shut, the man vanished, and the car moved.
An order from the leader later (Light was right), some men relaxed and some took off their masks, and Light was relived not to have to wear his.
"Now we wait."
---
"I would like to use the bathroom now," Ryuzaki insisted and a man next to Light groaned.
"Kid, seriously, shut it."
"Now, SWAT Team Leader-san." They've been driving for hours, and of course being forbidden from bringing electronics of any kind, Light lost track of time in the little isolated square room with two adjacent benches and many men.
The testosterone was boiling.
"I really need to use the bathroom!"
That was, if Ryuzaki had any to begin with.
"Kid, I'll assume you're being hostile if you don't shut the hell up!"
How could Ryuzaki be so... rude to these men? They had guns, huge automatic guns that could evaporate Ryuzaki if they all fired at him at once. How could he be demanding a bathroom break at a time like this..? How could he stand to piss off so many huge and dangerous men?
Something, something, "…bathroom!"
Something, "…no!"
Light tried to tune them out. His bladder needed to tune him out, or else.
He almost squeaked when the car came to an abrupt stop (thus jerked his unhappy bladder), but held it in. They were told to wear their masks.
The metal teeth chewed the door and it came open, and Ryuzaki darted for one of the plastic blue portable stalls, and grudgingly Light sprinted for one as well. They were clean at least.
Light realized they were driven in shifts. It was concrete and the dampness made it feel like it was underground... there were vans, black identical vans... all twelve of them!
"These aren't the same vans from the morning, are they?" Light was sure they weren't. Just how many black vans had Misora Naomi fail to mention? Nobody answered him, not even Ryuzaki who came out of the stall a minute later looking stunned and impressed.
Light watched as a van was loaded with ten definite SWAT members and two that seemed painfully out of place, making twelve altogether. Just what Light imagined he and Ryuzaki looked like.
Masked, all of them looked the same.
"Ryuzaki, say something."
"Hello."
Light felt relief wash over him when the voice that came from the awkward, slouched figure belonged to Ryuzaki.
"Stay close, I don't want to be separated from you."
Ryuzaki tugged on his sleeve and held on.
Another vehicle left.
Somebody swept both of them up and guided them back to their original van. No, no, it was a different one... Light didn't know.
The driver was different. So was the SWAT team. This one had a woman. They were handed bags of takeout and shoved into the van. It took off right away.
Light ate silently.
He didn't know how much time passed or where they were during the next four changes of cars and SWATs and food.
He was painfully tired and wanted to sleep.
"Ryuzaki, I think there's no 'point B', Light muttered, having given up on privacy long ago.
"You believe Misora-san's plan was to drive around indefinitely?"
"Or maybe get L's attention by an overwhelming amount of suspicious black vans or something..."
"She believes I am L, Raito-kun," Ryuzaki reminded him gently.
"Oh yeah, right... she thinks I'm Kira, too..."
"Raito-kun is tired, go to sleep." Light eyed the huge man next to him.
"No, thanks."
Ryuzaki asked to switch seats with the man, and a short debate later the man agreed. Light fell asleep on Ryuzaki's shoulder, ignoring the nauseous motion of the moving van.
---
Wrong.
Wrong.
When he woke up again, he knew something was wrong. It overwhelmed his exhausted senses and snapped him into awareness better than cold water would have.
Ryuzaki noticed it too, so did the men in the van as the heavy car slowed down and stopped. They aimed at the door and Light barely managed to plug his ears in time to dull out a roar that erupted in the small cabin as the men shot empty space ahead of the open door. It was deafening, it was confusing, and Light found himself falling into the state of vague awareness. It was cloudy, slow, and it almost made the rattling of the rifle sound like wedding cans and the vivid 'clang' of the empty shells against the steel floor of the van like rain against the rooftop...
And in the middle of it all, he hadn't even considered that he had to get out and run, but Ryuzaki was there, and somehow the man managed to slip Light out of the van and drag him around the back, somewhere, and Light realized he'd have to press the little red button in the driver's cabin.
He wrestled his hand away from Ryuzaki and darted for it, reaching around the dead body of the driver to press it...
Ryuzaki pulled him away as the wedding cans rattled though the cabin...
"We have to... wait, don't we, what did she say? The support will be here in minutes..." Light heard his own voice come strangely calm, and Ryuzaki was saying something...
Light couldn't understand a word that came out of the silly man's mouth, and Ryuzaki shut up moments later because a van – a clearly marked police transportation van, in all its bulletproof glory screeched its tires right in front of them, and he dragged Ryuzaki in, shut the door and ignored the rattling that followed, the angry-looking red-headed zebra man with shot-up bike that couldn't follow them, or the distressed expression Ryuzaki adopted when he looked inside the driver's cabin.
It was too soon for back-up.
Police vans weren't supposed to be following them.
There was nobody else n the cabin. There must have been just them, and the driver.
L?
Light moved his head slowly to peak at who Ryuzaki so obviously didn't like looking at.
What-? Why would he-?
Soichiro Yagami, fresh from bedrest was driving their new van with an odd, eerie glimmer in his eyes. He hadn't said anything, he hadn't even looked back.
Suddenly, Light felt a different kind of 'wrong' altogether, one much worse than he felt moments ago.
He shuddered unpleasantly and clung to Ryuzaki's sleeve.
A/N: Right about now, since we're back into Light's mind completely, for this one, and the next two chapters I urge you to pay attention to things, specifically how he thinks and what he does and doesn't think about, that way, you... ah, what the hell am I talking about. When it comes, it'll bite you in the ass. :) Theories?
Light: ...are you delusional? What the heck are you talking about?
L: She is apologizing for update delay.
A/N: Heyy, psst! Reviewer! Yeah, you! THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING! I LOVE YOU! VERY MUCH! You know what else? See these things I'm fanning myself with? That's right. These are THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS, DONE AND READY. You know what I'm NOT going to do with them if you don't review? That's right. I won't update them on time. Ho ho ho.
L: Resorting to threats, are you now? How lame.
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