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IV: Tartini
CH26
The Tower of Babel
When Matsuda had a hunch, he pushed it. It was what got him his job in the first place.
"So the guy on the parking lot tape. Did he have black hair?"
"The tape? It was ruled out as unrelated. It's black and white and grainy anyway, and Matsuda? We're in Japan. Everyone has black hair."
"Aww," said Matsuda and thought about it some more. "OH! OH YES! It was an assault, right? He knocked the guard out, right? But we don't see his face… You know what... let's see the tape anyway."
When officers on the case gave Matsuda the look Matsuda was all too familiar with (the very same look that accused him of being an idiot), Matsuda insisted anyway.
"We should probably look at it in private, Yagami-san."
"For God's sake, Matsuda-!" the older officer began, but Matsuda pushed and pushed until the chief and Ide agreed to see it.
"Okay," he said, popping the tape in. "You're all about to see something glorious. I mean, nothing is glorious about the current situation, I'm sorry, that was rude, I didn't mean to-"
"Matsuda!"
"Okay, okay. So. I have a hunch, and I'm about to perform a magic trick. You'll recognize the person on the tape in like, two seconds. If I'm right."
The tape finished fastforwarding to the parking lot scene where Matsuda decided to pause it for dramatic effect.
"So, without much further ado..."
He played it, crossing fingers he didn't turn out to look like a complete moron and his conspiracy theory turned out to be completely idiotic.
But it wasn't.
Ide jumped out of the chair and the Chief took his face into his hands.
"YES! Now, my dear Watsons. Who do we all know who kicks like… well, who kicks like that?"
mo"-roommate. Found him in nothing but pink panties in a motel six hours away from the dorm, no idea how he got there, hell if he himself knows. Shiro. Shiro, dude. Wake up and show the nice officer you are not a cadavra and I am not a pervert. Shiro!"
With his face buried into the cool texture of the leather cushion of the back seat, Light grunted and mule-kicked L's driver seat.
"Well, there you go, sir. He's, erm... fine-"
"You have a roommate and yet you drive this kind of car, sir?" the checkpoint officer wearing an orange and yellow fluorescent vest had a thick and bushy mustache that he wore proudly, exactly the way he took his job, and little did he know that just than L lied to be exposed.
"Ah, I see," continued L without losing a beat. His sheepish and intimidated grin turned sleazy, "Yes I see sir, sorry about that, I didn't mean to… mislead you. Ryuga Matsumoto, Private Investigator, here is my PI licensee. This boy's parents, who provided me with methods of transportation, see, were under suspicion he was… skipping out on his obligations as a fiancé. Well, he was, alright. See, that part about pink panties-"
"Really now, sir?"
"Scout's honor." L's facial muscles were beginning to ache from the artificial expression, if only in his imagination because L's lies came as effortlessly as Light's would have. The only difference, L supposed, was that as big of a liar he was, he would have much preferred watching Light lie his pretty face off instead.
"Boy's ID, sir."
"Oh, I would, if pink panties wasn't all he had on him when I found him."
"Sir, initially misleading an officer is an offen-"
But L interrupted the man and told him in a low and secretive whisper just whose son Light was supposed to be.
"I hope you can see why this matter is better kept... quiet, if you know what I mean, officer-sir" finished L, and the gaping officer quickly handed L back his fake papers and waved him through.
"Thank you, officer! Why the road block, anyway?"
"Catching bad guys, haven't you heard about Tsuwano L panic?"
"Haha, not so much. I heard it was a prank?"
"You better be going, sir," the man wrinkled his face in disapproval of L taking the very serious matter so lightly, "drive safely and report anything suspicious. The highway to Kanto has another half-dozen checkpoints. You better wake that boy up if you don't want any more trouble."
The BMW rattled very lightly as it passed the deflated road spikes and L saw Light's slight shift of complaint in the rearview mirror. Asleep, just not asleep enough to appear dead, Light was a very distracting thing to have in his rearview mirror, L concluded after he realized he was watching the fake-brunette sleep instead of watching the road.
It was very early in the morning, and even L was more tired than he would admit. This meant another stop. Another round of candy bars from the vending machine. Another motel. Another awful bed that screeched.
Fortunately, they were way out of the middle of nowhere, which meant motels were getting better as L drove them closer to society, and the nameless motel L pulled over to looked more or less respectable.
This would be their last motel before Kanto (and ultimately Tokyo), L decided for both of them. Last stop as peculiar visors before their identities got tangled and lost in the sea of faceless masses of people in the downtown Tokyo. And then, Britain.
And then it would be done.
L kind of felt disappointed.
If anything, he dragged out their ride from Tsuwano to Tokyo just for the sake of prolonging the moment. Unless karma wasn't done with them yet, they had a boring future ahead of them, the kind of future in which he and Light would sit face to face in plush chairs with a person with a clipboard watching them talk about their feelings, and other such crap.
In the back seat, Light grunted again and pulled L out of another melancholy dilemma. L sighed, killed the engine and got out of the car and closed the door behind him gently to prolong another moment that was bound to die soon: Light's sleep.
The thrill of leaving Light alone in the car, free to run away from L wasn't even there, but L found himself booking the room with an entrance from the front by himself anyway.
When he got back to the BMW, Light was... still in it. Sleep. Just the way L left him.
Oh, for the sake of brownies!
This sad, miserable depression and sulking thing was really starting to get on L's nerves.
He opened the back passenger's door suddenly to make a point, and earned himself nothing but Light cursing and jerking awake and glaring through squinted and sleepy eyes when his makeshift headrest was taken away from him.
It was just dawning, the gray air and very light breeze made the heat bearable, and Light's wrinkled skin on the side of the face he slept on, his imperfect hair, his honey eyes, his frown, his bandaid just between the collarbones where his shirt buttons came undone all made L understand one thing.
"I have to sleep with you," L said out-loud as suddenly as the thought entered his head, and dove into the car half-way to kiss the sleepy, angry person in his back seat. He then allowed the palms of his hands cup the sides of the brunette's face, let his thumbs trace the smooth jawline-
"W-what the hell!" said Light and pried L off himself by the collar of a v-neck shirt. L looked Light, at his ruffled clothes and hair and tried to figure out what Light was thinking.
There was complete outrage, and another thing L didn't quite have a word for despite having a very large vocabulary of twenty-something languages; it was something characteristic of and exclusive to Light's moods only. But it wasn't an angry thing, no. It was an expression Mello's vocabulary pronounced and expression of 'total-what-the-fuckery', something L had seen Light do once or twice. It was cute, and it was not a 'don't-touch-me' expression, and it wasn't a 'fuck-off-or-I'll-kick-you-where-the-sun-doesn't-shine' expression, so L decided to proceed.
He took the hand from his collar and held onto it, he traced the delicate neckline with his fingertips, he kissed and pushed Light back on the seats and crawled on top of him into the small salon of the BMW, and Light, still to sleepy but not disoriented in the slightest rolled his eyes in the lightest of moods and kissed back.
"Just to let you, ouch my elbow! – you know," he said conversationally and lightly, "we're still just fucking."
"Yes, okay," agreed L and hit his head against the low roof. He flinched and nibbled Light's ear sloppily while rubbing the injury with his hand.
Light laughed.
L got up to assess the situation, and hit his head again. He grinned too, probably like an idiot. Light ended up assessing the situation instead, and rolled his eyes as if figuring something out.
L decided to proceed again, but Light's knee now lodged into L's chest separating their bodies was a formidable enemy.
"And where are we?"
"Motel parking lot," said L, declaring war on the treacherous knee.
"And you're trying to fuck me in a back of a car when there's a whole motel right there?"
"That is correct Raito-kun, now kindly move the knee-"
"No."
"No?"
"I. Want. Motel."
"I want sex!"
"You can have your sex in the motel!"
"No! By the time I get Raito-kun too our room, Raito-kun will wake up and become passive and vicious again!"
L abandoned the knee and gripped the whole leg around the ankle and forcefully pushed the legs apart and slipped in-between, now having full access to Light's fly which he swiftly unzipped and palmed the warm bulge with nothing but thin gray underwear between his hand and Light's morning half-erection.
Not that L mistook the weak boner for an advantage; L was sure Light would have no trouble keeping his body in check if he really applied himself to it.
And in the short time they spent together without leaving each other's sight, L realized Light woke up with mild morning half-erections that went away easily and quickly every day.
If all he had on his side was a non-advantage and a disadvantage, keeping them in the car was clearly a point deduction, so through the soft fabric of the boxers, as if respecting Light's privacy, the soft warmth jerked very slightly. Up where it counted though, Light rolled his eyes and coolly glared at L.
"Alright," said L in defeat and closed Light's pants, restoring the boy to the exact state he had found him in: ruffled, sleepy, disapproving and mildly aroused, "I will take you to the motel."
He backed out from the car, and extended his hand of Light to take in a very gentleman-like manner. Light raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he took the hand and got to his feet and stretched.
"After you," deadpanned L.
"No, Miss. After you. I don't know where to go."
Their motel room was above L's expectations. The air-conditioner was new and the sheets were crisp and the room didn't smell like an air-freshener or cats or old people or other people's sex; even the door had a lock that opened with a magnet key-card, and not a rusty key.
By Light's expression, Light approved too, but not before he started his way to the far bed he clearly intended to occupy by himself and use exclusively for sleeping.
"Raito-kun, no."
"What?"
"Sex, Raito-kun."
"Oh, right. Maybe later?"
"Raito-kun is yanking my chain."
"Are you saying that..." Light began in mock outrage that rolled into seductive, teasing sound at the back of his throat, "that I actually want you fuck me, very, very hard, mmm, inside where it's hot and tight, and I'm not letting you do it just so that both of us go through hell? I am very disappointed you think that lowly of me, L, really-"
L jumped him and pinned him to the closest bed, from behind.
"Enough is enough."
"Oh, from behind? Kinky. Just like that one time in the bathroom when you broke half of my tiles and I had to clean my own blood from the floor, yeah?"
L kept his cool though the literary slap in the face he completely deserved and felt Lights' body tense when he grabbed him around the shoulders to turn him around and look at him. He didn't grab the brunette harshly, didn't toss him, all he did was turn him around. The look on Light's face suggested he would have rather been slapped and tossed than handled carefully, but the look quickly reversed into a cool expression of indifference.
"Whatever," whispered Light finally, "do what you want. I don't care."
L pursed his lips and looked Light over.
"Alright. I want you to do what I say, than. You will do as I say."
"Sure, whatever. What do you want, a blowjob? Sixty-nine? Ice?"
"Raito-kun loved the ice."
Light's body tightened under L in response.
"No ice, Raito-kun." L promised , straddled Light and pulled him from under himself so that both of them sat on the bed, face to face. L still held Light around the shoulders, and their faces were inches apart. L could feel Light's steady breath against his nose. "but do go and take a shower first."
"A shower?"
"Raito-kun doesn't exactly smell like a peach blossom after three days in the back of a car."
Light just shrugged and did as he was told.
"-and do not bother redressing, Raito-kun." L called back after him.
It felt trivial, business-like even; it was as though Light was employed by L, and L just requested Light to bring him some wheat bread.
Except that the wheat bread was supposed to be sex.
Which Light just shrugged off and agreed to deliver like it was nothing but wheat bread.
L bought this kind of sex; what? Who said he had morals? L bought this kind of sex; he paid for it and it was delivered to him with the same personal value as if it was wheat bread he was paying for. Mostly it was great sex because L tended to buy sex that was worth a lot, but the problem was, this wasn't the kind of sex he was expecting from Light.
He just figured with that whole 'love' thing, that felt as if it came and went and nothing was left of it but a cigarette butt smoked down to a filter, it would be different. But here he was, buying wheat bread again.
Oh no.
He went there.
He went to the darkest corner of his mind that smelled of stale cigarette smoke and had yellow butts littering the ground.
The smoky corner that not so subtly suggested that he, for the most part, fell out of love.
Abandoning the train of thought altogether, L ruffled the made sheets and gathered all the pillows the room had onto the bed.
Then he took off his clothes – he took off all of his clothes, climbed into the pillows and waited for the shower to turn off and for Light to walk out. Which, L knew, would take forever because Light was keen to a thing called grooming that took up obscene amounts of time out of L's wheat bread sex time.
L refused to admit he dozed off within that hour it took Light to finish his cleaning routine, even when a gorgeous, tall brunette with a lightly toned chest with droplets of water rolling down his lithe body and stumbling on the perkiest , pinkest nipples, with dripping hair, with long, strong legs and a loose towel around his narrow hips – a towel that was both too short and narrow, crawled slowly and quietly over L, and L would have never noticed if it wasn't for the water droplets caressing the beautiful body and then falling on L's naked chest.
L's eyes snapped wide open, suddenly, and Light froze, still hovering over L with a delicate, startled 'o' on his lips.
Instead of defining his state as 'I was not sleeping,' L bit his tongue and adored Light's body with his eyes. On all fours and on top of L, with gravity pushing the water around and playing with Light's body, Light looked just so... delicate, and willing, and fragile, and his towel just came loose and black hairs and the base of his engorged member became visible, and L placed both of his palms on naked hips and parts of towel and pulled Light down to sit.
Warm, smooth and wet inner thighs enclosed L's hips and Light's hot sex rubbed against L's own when Light rocked slightly. L realized he still loosely held the hips, and ultimately the towel, in place. A finger traced L's chest and L looked at what Light was touching.
L's heart surgery scar.
Then, the bullet scar just inches above it.
"You never told me what happened to Tartini," said Light quietly, finding, than tracing other small and old scars on L's stomach. There were a few, and L knew well he had never let Light fully see him, see him like this, completely naked and free to explore like a map. And Light was enjoying every small scratch and scar and bruise dimple, L could tell because Light's erection was pressed firmly against the side of L's, and every time Light found something interesting, his member jerked and trembled.
L let him play.
"Tartini?" said L in the same quiet tone as the beautiful person sitting on top of him, "he went to hell, you know that."
"Yeah, I guess," Light nudged his hips a few times in a very pleasant motion before sliding up the cool body he was sitting on.
L's body was always cool, always smooth and the water made it easier to move up the pale stomach until L's cock was squeezed between Lights' cheeks.
L groaned, and Light slid a bit higher so that L's head, already hard and sleek with hot pre-cum was teasingly nudging Light's tight hole that was already gently convulsing in anticipation.
L was right, sex was good.
L was always right.
"But then, before he went to hell," Light continued absently, reaching back and under to touch L's cock with his fingertips at the point where they were almost, almost about to join. He relaxed and pushed the round, searing head up into himself, only half an inch deep, enough to earn himself a groan from L. Then, before L could push his hips down and impale him, Light tightened his inner muscles and forced L out of himself and disrupted the perfect aim.
L dug his fingers into Light hips, and the familiar jagged nails cut into the old scratches made with the same jagged fingernails so long ago.
But L didn't force it, L didn't force anything, he just let Light do whatever Light wanted, and Light did.
To himself.
He relaxed into himself and traced the sensitive wrinkles around his hole, penetrated it with his middle finger, just a little and stretched the hot, dry insides. He closed his eyes and let out a long, relived sigh.
L probably realized what Light was doing because he was obviously doing something back there.
"Are you touching yourself?" asked L, more surprised than aroused by his own question.
Light said nothing.
"I want to see," L demanded immediately when Light's silence confirmed his suspicion, and Light cracked one eye open to look at the man with wild black hair and black eyes narrowed in unattended pleasure.
"I want to know about Tartini."
"I will tell only if Raito-kun shows."
Light raised an eyebrow and leaned forward so that their naked chests pressed together and Light whispered into L's ear, "you want to watch me fuck myself inside? That's weird, even for you."
L pulled Light's wet hair so that his ear was now lined up with L's mouth.
"Raito-kun is masturbating with a wrong part of his body. Do not tell me what is weird."
Light shrugged and allowed L to roll them over. He wasn't planning on being watched. He was going to make it comfortable and ride L's stiff, large cock until it spilled inside, then, hopefully, repeat. He wasn't planning on L rolling them over, forcing him down on his back in that same old vanilla position and pulling his legs so far apart that the thin skin on his inner thighs that connected to his sack stretched when L pressed his thumbs into Light thighs and spread Light's cheeks open.
Light understood that he was free to resume his activates, and he did, and L watched, with aroused amusement playing across his face when Light traced the rim of his puckered pink hole with a fingertip, then two. Then he pulled the pink skin apart hard enough for the red, tender skin to become visible and when that skin felt cool air, his inner muscles contracted involuntarily, and a light spasm made L see Light's insides and nothing at all at the same moment.
L smiled and touched what Light was playing with gently, and then four fingers were pulling apart the sensitive outside skin, giving Light enough time to slide into himself with one thin, dry digit.
L watched as Light swallowed his finger whole, and when he was pulling it out, the pretty skin around held onto it. It looked very good. L wondered if he could come without even touching his own member. Light sure looked like he could manage.
And then, a hook. Just before he was empty, he hooked his finger still inside and added another one, hissed and spread, spread the two walls of his hole so far apart L could see the red flesh inside, the flesh that pleased L so much when that sensitive, dry and thin flesh clung to L's member.
Light looked good like that.
He did.
And then he did it.
With three fingers longed into himself, Light spread them, spreading himself wide as he did it, and nevermind that L saw Light's kidneys; L saw blood.
Red, fresh, not too much, on the knuckle of the finger Light was fucking himself with. A considerable amount of blood characteristic of a rough stretch like that.
L gripped the hand and yanked it out, and Light snapped his eyes open and groaned angrily.
"Why is Raito-kun hurting himself again?!"
Light tried to say, "Either I do it or you do it, what's the difference!" but what came out sounded like a wail of disjointed syllables.
"Light I do not make you- not since-" Oh, nevermind!, "you know what, we can talk about this later!" L fisted Light's neglected member, squeezed it around the base and traced the pulsating vein with the flat of his tongue. Light tasted bitter, like semen and soap, and L wondered if Light even realized how far beyond the point of no return Light was when the boy screamed as L scraped his teeth along the thick organ as he sucked the leaking tip.
"F-fuckkk- fuck me… ah! L in- inside, just fuck- haaa"
The organ twitched and the flow of precum became more rapid, but after a minute or so of L creating the most wonderful, hot and narrow friction with his hand, Light only screamed loudly and still didn't come.
This wasn't right.
"Fuck it L J-JUST PUT-T Y… y… y.. your dick AH! Inside! Can't … fuuu'n... c-come to a b-blowjobb fuck!!"
No, this wasn't right at all, but it was obvious Light just couldn't… couldn't release despite having everything work into his favor.
L tried massaging his sack and started doing something else, but Light screamed, kicked him away and missed, cried, and L would be crushing his wrists if Light fought any harder to slip a hand between his legs.
"PLEASE!" Light screamed, and L felt he had no choice. He didn't really have a problem with Light being mostly unprepared and bleeding, it was just a matter of… dignity, perhaps?
He left the matter alone and when Light realized he was getting it, he stopped fighting. L guided the tip of his own searing member to the convulsing hole that was practically begging for him to impale it, and forced his way in.
Light shouted and came before L even finished the penetration, and his orgasm was already over after a few full thrusts.
L found himself fucking the tight and dry passage with a little less pleasure than when Light was working with him to have an orgasm at the same time, and when Light come to his senses and started moving his body fluidly with soft gasps and not screams of pleasure, L came while pulling out, and his semen spilled on Light's cheeks and things, but mostly the sheet under him.
It took a few moments after the deaf blindness passed for L to realize he slumped onto the bed.
He lay on his side, and Light had already pressed his body to L's, but he was much lower than L's eyelevel, in fact he was hiding his face in L's chest, and a long leg was draped over L's.
Light was… hiding. In L's safety.
Both conclusions made less sense than they sounded sane.
"What was that?" L asked finally, finding it easy to to keep unease out of his voice.
"That was exactly what it was," Light said quietly, "I can't come without being fucked. That's it."
"Hmm. That is a psychological issue, Raito-kun." Light could most definitely come to a blowjob; L had already proven it. Well, Light could do it before, anyway. Things changed in four months, L supposed.
"Leave it alone."
L left it alone for the moment and absently played with Light's wet brown locks. Light never had a chance to fix his hair, he realized. In the four months, his natural black hair grew out from under the bleach treatment and was about an inch longer. All the new length was black starting from the roots, and all the real hair coming up from the scalp was like truth. It wasn't fake like Light, it wasn't prefect like Light, it wasn't lying to L like Light always was.
"Leave that alone, too. Talk."
The sun was up and it was around eight in the morning. The humid summer air was quickly drying the sweat and the shower water off their bodies, and L would turn on the air-conditioner when there was nothing to keep them cool anymore.
"About what, Raito-kun?"
"Tartini. What happened to him before he went to hell?"
L sighed and wondered about what happened to Tartini before he went to hell.
"You have no idea, do you?" Light purred into L's chest, still refusing to look up.
"No."
"Well," said Light," we have a combined IQ of four hundred in this room, we can figure it out. We know that Tartini met the Devil in a dream. We know he tried to recreate Devil's Trill. We know he never did. We know that he died sometime later. And then he went to hell."
"Hmm. I imagine he had breakfasts between failing his life's goal and going to hell. Would Raito-kun like some breakfast?"
"No Ryuzaki, I don't want any breakfast. Focus. If he tried and failed something so important to him many times, over and over and over, so he was definitely obsessed with perfecting Devil's Trill. If he was obsessed and failed, he was bound to become depressed."
L sighed.
"I understand that Raito-kun relates to Tartini, yes. I understands that Raito-kun, like everyone else, wants a story of someone so similar to him to be a happy one, or at least bearable, even if the end remains unchangeable. I understand."
"Really?"
L said yes, but he was already sensing the coolness in Light's voice, and the air in the room was already being charged with another argument.
"Well, it's getting more bearable with every day we do things together, Ryuzaki."
Light's voice was poisonous, and L was surprised that even after sex, even with his body curled safely into L's chest, Light could still have all this… hatred in him. L knew the sweet context of the sentence had nothing to do with its meaning, whatever Light meant by 'doing things together'.
So L asked, even if he didn't want to know, not really.
"What kinds of things, Raito-kun?"
"Hmm. Forced sex and killing people."
'Forced sex' was a slap in the face.
'Killing people' was a kick in the groin, the kind of kick that prevented L from even wanting to touch Light ever since they first reunited. Especially since the 'killing people' took so much mental chewing and spitting to get over.
'Killing people', which translated to Light doing the killing, was a subject he didn't want to breach, especially when Mello wasn't around. So L let the subject drop. Light didn't.
"What do you want, Raito-kun?"
Light ignored him.
"Tell me what you want, please."
But Light thought of his own thing.
"Fifty-eight people, hmm?" he said off-handedly and more to himself than to L.
L thought he understood.
He thought he understood before, but when Light mouthed the words and the number vibrated against L's chest, he understood that he didn't understand Light's will to go along with slaughtering a mall-full of people at all.
And it suddenly made him angry. Light was teasing him. Light knew something L didn't.
He yanked the boy by the hair to force him to look at him, and in response Light's thin pink lips paled, and the angry caramel eyes turned angrier still.
L reached out, perhaps too suddenly, because Light flinched away on reflex. But when all L did was touch Light's face, his hand was slapped and Light shook it off.
L leaped on top of the boy then, and forcefully grabbed the beautiful face between his hands and made the narrow caramel slits stare into his own. And oh, did Light stare. His pupils were dilated because of the lack of lighting in the room, and his eyes lost a few shades of their original color. His irises didn't glimmer.
If L only noticed this now, he wondered how long ago he had last seen a glimmer in Light's eyes. Ever since he got his hands on the boy in Tsuwano, he had never seen the healthy glimmer.
Only the dull, soulless eyes peered at him from Light's sockets.
L shook him, and a familiar grin crept up Light's face. That was what did it.
A slap.
"Do not be proud of something you weren't the first man to do."
The grin grew wider.
"It is nothing to grin over, either, Raito-kun. It was not even necessary. It was a calamity. A random, unmotivated calamity we all could have done without, it was not a brilliant plan by all standards."
"You let me do it."
"I let you do whatever you wanted; when I plan to murder fifty-eight people, I do it differently."
"Oh ho ho!"Light laughed than, it was the familiar barking laughter from all those days ago, "you're different? No my love, you are no different than any insane maniac!" And with laughter, the man L knew as Light Yagami tore out of L's grasp, stood up and circled L's bed much like a savage, naked coyote.
"Different?" he continued in the same loud and humorous tone, "you're just the same as a child with a large stick. The only difference between you and a spoiled brat is your inability to understand basic emotions, like guilt among other things. See, murderers feel guilt. You're no murderer because you don't even understand the gravity of what you're doing. Instead, you're just a cheap thrill addict. A junkie. It's pathetic!"
"And you?"
"What, me? I'm your next fix. But you can't have me. You know what you let me do, and it's not going away."
"What?" L barked in the same amused half-laughter. "You honestly think taking the blood of fifty-eight people onto my hands will do any harm to a pathetic junkie? Alright! I as good as suffocated them all myself! Now what, Light? Now what?"
"Oh no! You didn't do this! I did. I committed an unmotivated crime. I killed fifty-eight innocent people and then some out of spite. And I don't feel a damn thing! Reminds you of anyone? It should. You never thought I would pull the trigger myself and you loved me for it. Well, I am just like you now. You can't have me because I don't exist anymore. There's only two of you, two miserable, cheap thrill addicts."
L was about to shout, but Light cut in, still not done.
"And what do I want? I want justice. Justice for everything you did. Justice that makes bastards like you suffer. You will suffer because of me, my love. This is justice."
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