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Devil's Trill
IV: Tartini
CH29
The Helen of Sparta
"I demand to leave here!"
But they would not let him no matter what reasons L have them or what he tried to bribe them with. In the end, he spun on his heels and marched down the empty hallway of his hospital floor and slammed the door of his private room only to be greeted by the privacy of eight surveillance cameras and god-knows how many listening bugs.
The least they could have done for him was to hide them better.
The least they could have done for him in terms of not letting him out was to give him reasons better than 'the elevators are down and the stairs are not working.'
He paid very good bail money he didn't even know he had for privacy and ability to be let out, especially since he wasn't even going further than hospital staff lounge where the doctors and nurses kept a large stock of sugarcubes.
Yes, L's blissful oblivion to his own situation was absolute.
He did not like to think or talk too much about just what he was awaiting trial for. He did not reveal any concern to the therapist over the consequences of being who the world thought he was, and he did not appear to have any.
He did not seem to care who he was and where his investigation was going, and what would happen should Matt slip up and the police ended up finding somebody who would confirm that L was not in fact Ryuzaki Rue.
Or worry if Mello's plan to break L out in plain sight straight out of his first court hearing in a few months failed and Mello's head too would end up on the chopping block.
Partially because he did not know any of these people.
But mostly because he figured that if he was in fact L, something of that sort this was bound to happen sooner or later. He just didn't know how or when or who would do it, so he didn't let it bother him.
And the more sweets he could consume before this kind or worst-case scenario happened the better, and currently they would not let him have his sugarcubes.
So he kept things simple and demanded large quantities of random sweets, and frankly the hospital scare of a whole team of murderers breaking him out today, or on any other random day was ridiculous and unsound, and L realized he had the luxury of calling anything he pleased ridiculous and unsound because he was in fact ridiculously intelligent, and had quite an ego because of it.
Whether his inflated ego was a temporary post-amnesiac thing or not, he didn't know and frankly didn't care, and rather enjoyed calling things 'ridiculous' and 'unsound' with an inarguable certainty.
And currently, his ego was bleeding because they would not let him out to steal sugarcubes.
And because what to L were major concerns were actually very minor, with the whole world watching his face on the morning, afternoon and night news shows and wondering why he wasn't in jail, and hating him, and wishing him dead, and seriously considering doing away with him themselves, L was deemed a psychopath by nearly every real doctor and real nurse in the hospital, and evidentially none of these people had any psychology training.
L asked his therapist for a psychology book and looked up the definition of a psychopath, and mentally laughed at the entire hospital when he realized they had a real psychopath (who wasn't L) in the hospital, and had no idea. L then wondered if he had known about the whole situation before he lost his memories.
And then he had an idea and walked out of his room only to see a large male nurse coming from the stairs that 'weren't working'.
He strode quickly towards the man who had no choice but to walk one way, and that was L's way. When L was well within the man's personal space bubble and they were about to bump into each other, L stopped abruptly and looked up at the face of a man who was about a head taller than him. The man was slightly taken aback by L's forwardness.
"I demand to see my boyfriend," L droned to the male nurse who was only two inches away from him.
"You may not leave, sir. The stairs are not working."
"The stairs are working perfectly if it is to enter this floor as you have just demonstrated, correct? I demand my boyfriend comes to me."
"Yagami-kun had refused to see you for weeks, sir-"
"If you must know," L insisted smugly "Raito-chan came to me yesterday. He will see me, just bring him."
L knew for a fact that once a large male nurse entered his floor, they would not leave for a minimum of six hours, never mind going somewhere and bringing someone.
"You may call him to confirm," L said.
A few minutes of looking for the appropriate number, the man dialed Light.
Light, of course refused to see L and told the male nurse to tell L he would not see him until Ryuzaki apologized for throwing him out.
L said to the male nurse to tell Light he would only apologize if Raito-chan apologized for being rude to him.
Light told the male nurse to tell L that L should stop sulking and grow some male dignity.
L suggested to the male nurse that for as far as he knew, Light was the one to talk about male dignity as he liked to take it from behind.
Light told the male nurse that L was the one taking it from behind and added convincing graphic description to the statement.
The guard got fed up with this quickly and said some words L would have rather not repeated.
"I apologize to the officer-san... I mean, nurse-san. Just let me speak to Raito-san, I will apologize for saying things to him as well-"
"You're banned from communicating with anyone at this hospital you freak, he won't see you just get over it-"
"Than please tell him-"
"Oh for fuck's sake!" the officer shouted and dangled the phone in front of L's face, "five seconds, and don't even think about asking him to do something for you or to bring something to you!" and the man shoved the cellphone at L.
L grabbed it and leaped back a few steps, just out of the male nurse's reach.
"Hello Raito-san, I hope you are having a great day,-please-go-to-the-doctor's-loungeand-bringme-sugarcub—"
The man took the phone away from L, shouted at him, and gave him the cold treatment until he was off duty, which L thought was rather rude.
He went back to his room and tightened it up in a way he was sure Light would not appreciate; he sprinkled empty candy wrappers on his bed so that Light wouldn't dare to sit on it again, he pulled his violin out of the bedside table and displayed marvelously in the centre of the room as if it was a massive ornament, and dumped about a cup-full of loose sugar into the coffee pot of the coffeemaker his lawyer had given to him.
When done with this, he circled his room, looked out of the window, watched some cartoons and bothered some guards playing dress-up as large male nurses.
It had been three hours since L made the male nurse make a phonecall and Light still hadn't shown up. L was beginning to worry he had given Light too much credit and Light got caught stealing sugarcubes for him.
It started to drizzle outside; it was the light mid-afternoon August drizzle that spat on the glass of L's window. The weather was bright, fresh crisp and promising sunny days ahead, which was a complete joke. There will be a thunderstorm in three days; the weather channel said so.
Lazily and almost sulking, L dragged his feet to the window and climbed the windowsill. His paperdress rode up when he pulled his feet up and pressed his side to the glass, but he didn't care much. His window was too high up for anyone to really see anything, and the coldness of the glass felt so nice against the side of his leg that he pressed his cheek to it as well, leaning against the fragile window completely.
The sheet of glass he had leaned his full weight against was thin, and it made an unhappy sound when L tried to get even more comfortable.
It could break, he supposed.
Right about now would have been a good time for Light to show up and tell him something nasty about miracles of a carcrash being a one-time thing and how nineteen floors down would definitely kill him.
But Light didn't show up, and L sat on the windowsill pressed against the cool, smooth glass with his bare skin and paper fabric, not really waiting for anything.
Light had taken just enough time for L to almost lose the last of his patience, give up completely and march down the hallway to the male nurses again and demand to be let out.
And then, behold! L heard his door open. But not just open in any way, no. The way his door opened was obnoxious.
It was Light.
L turned and looked.
In his hand, Light had a box sugarcubes!
L hopped off the windowsill immediately and half-hopped towards the sugarcubes and Light because his leg fell asleep.
And then he saw it, Light opened the box!
He wouldn't dare!
The brunette took out a subarcube and… placed it on the edge of L's bedside table.
It took less than a second for L to snatch it and pop it in his mouth.
"How do you know I didn't soak it in arsenic?" Light said skeptically, placing another treat to replace the eaten one.
That one too didn't last a second.
"Do not worry, Raito-san," L said while his teeth crushed the sugarcube, "whatever you may have done to it, nothing can make sugar taste less than divine."
Light pinched a third cube and placed it on the dedicated sacrificial spot.
It was like it was never there.
"What has taken Raito-san five whole hours?"
"I took a nap. And then walked 19 flights of stairs."
It had occurred to L to look Light over then; something he should have done three sugarcubes ago.
Light wore a white silk pajama set and some hideous slippers. The white pajamas looked good on him, much better than that sweat-pants and T-shirt thing Light wore the first time L had ever seen him. It was like Light's slender frame was made for high-end formal and sophisticated clothing; it just made him look very, very good.
And his cast was off; something L noticed immediately but didn't care enough to acknowledge. The last of Light's casts was off, though Light didn't seem to want to put any unnecessary effort into the freshly-healed arm.
L stared at the empty table insinuating another lump of sugar, and got it.
"So sugarcubes are your today's thing," Light observed and L wondered what he meant by that.
"Oh, your moods," said Light when he saw this, "you get random day-cravings. Then you move on. Today you like sugarcubes. Maybe tomorrow, too. Then you'll get bored of it and crave Croquembouche. Good luck getting that at a hospital."
L damned Light to the deepest pits of hell for making him really want to know what Croquembouche tasted like.
A pleasant train of thought washed over L; suddenly he found himself wondering just how many feathery creampuffs and smooth banana splits and chewy apple turnovers and spice cakes and pecan pies and chocolate éclairs existed in the world and what each of them would feel like on his tongue and at the back of his teeth. And how lovely they all looked, glossed in sugar or sprinkled with nuts or painted with fluffy clouds of cream, and alongside the dozens of delicious desserts he imagined and couldn't quite put names on he realized he thought of Light, in those pure-white and pearly silk pajamas he wore, and what Light would taste like.
Maybe the thought danced across his face for a moment, because L was sure he had done nothing to provoke Light; Light took one of L's sugarcubes, toyed with it between the tips of his fingers and delicately pushed it past his own lips.
L stared as Light crunched on his sugarcube.
Light was expecting something.
And then when both pieces of information related to each other and clicked together, L felt like a truck full of bricks had hit him in the gut.
Light smelled nice.
Light had taken a shower very recently.
Light was wearing a very nice set of pajamas.
Light's pajamas had a few top buttons undone.
L felt his eyes go wider than normal and his jaw stopped chewing the sugarcube; this was-- and Light was--and he ate L's sugar because he wanted him to--
L leaped three feet back like the ground he was standing on suddenly unholy. He even held up his hands and held out both of his palms in a 'stop' indicator, creating an imaginary wall infront of himself.
"Oh no," L said, and it was all he said as he took another three quick steps back.
"What?" said Light like the whole situation was the most normal thing in the world.
"No," said L.
Light paused as he analyzed the change in the situation. Then he slapped the box he was holding onto the table like he forgot he ever had it, and sat down at the edge of L's bed crossing his legs.
"Okay," he said with full intention of trying to understand what the hell was going on through L's head, "talk to me. What's wrong?"
L said nothing, he just shook his head still looking bewildered.
"Alright, so you're actually scared of me," Light spoke again, and then sensing L's dislike of the comment, quickly added, "and I'm not attacking that."
"Not scared," said L firmly, "uneasy. Raito-san can understand why, he has been extremely cruel for as long as I have know him-"
"That's adorable."
L passed his turn to speak again.
"It is, really. I mean it, it's adorable. Now get over here," he patted his own knee.
"Now get out, Raito-san," L corrected.
"Why is it," Light started, playing with a strand of his hair, "that every time we try to have sex either I don't want to do it, or you don't want to do it, and we end up doing it anyway?"
L found the question to be a rhetorical one and decided against replying to it in favor of asking Light to leave again, but Light beat him to it.
"I'm not leaving, you know. Not until we at least talk about this."
"Raito-san is rude, hateful and very inconsiderate; whatever possesses him to think I will let him have sex with me after this is beyond logic, so I think it is best that he leaves."
L stared at him, and Light's lovely brown eyes burned holes in the back of L's retinas. L found himself comparing Light's eyes to caramel; bright, pearly and very rich in color.
Yes, Light was beyond any doubt a very beautiful and attractive person, and L wondered just what kind of relationship they had, for L to supposedly tolerate Light's vicious behavior.
L had already known he himself had very low morals, so paying for somebody as lovely as Light Yagami to be with him did not seem like something he wouldn't do; perhaps this was the actual case. But whatever they had, if this was the case, or if it was any other case L could think of, Light had no right to behave the way he did.
And L saw no problem in replacing Light Yagami with another pretty person if it came down to it.
And the whole situation confused him, it did. Light seemed to be under an impression that L would not dump him.
But Light's stare despite its intensity did not feel aggressive, or angry at being rejected, it was rather firm.
And L was taken aback even more when Light stood up and straightened out his back and stomped not towards the door, but to L. Quickly, firmly, much like L did earlier to daunt the guard.
So L stood his ground as Light stomped towards him and invaded L's personal space so that there was nothing but an inch of air between their bodies, and they were almost nose to nose, except that slouching, L was shorter.
To straighten out his back and meet Light on eyelevel would have been the same as admitting that Light successfully intimidated him, if only slightly, so L remained slouched, refusing to acknowledge the fact.
They were so close that he could feel Light's steady breath playing with his hair.
He refused to back down, refused, but his left foot thought otherwise and almost accidentally it slid back an inch and L ended up leaning away.
He wasn't going anywhere, in fact he was about to regain the lost ground, but Light grabbed his shoulders and L had almost hit him than. But Light did nothing. He just stood there, well within L's personal space bubble, holding him by the shoulders with their faces just an inch apart.
The grip on his shoulders was firm and in no way physically restricting. Still, L did not like being held like that. On some intimate level, it felt like he was being held down, and he wanted Light to let him go.
But he also didn't want to hit him for the sake of etiquette, and if Light was going to try to actually jump him, L would use this as a chance to test out his own strength, a paper dress with nothing underneath or not, since strength of character had evidentially failed him.
Then, the firm grip tightened for a moment before going completely lax, and L had a fist ready and should have used it, it was just that, the kiss Light had given him was just a peck on the lips.
"I'm an awful person, but so are you. You don't deserve any different. And I never really thought you might have wanted anything else."
Light made a very good point then; one L had not expected Light to make.
Then L rationally thought the consequences of accepting sex. Realistically, there weren't any, at all. Although L was tempted to ask Light if he had diseases just to insult him.
He wondered if this was Light's attempt at making peace. According to him, their relationship was 'fooling around,' and if sex was what the relationship was built upon, the lack of it could have been what pulled them so far apart.
L's face must have betrayed something again, because Light let go of his shoulders, took him by the wrist and led him towards the general direction of the bed, and L cautiously allowed this.
"Alright, now that that's settled, I got," and Light pulled out a long stripe of square packets out of his pocket, "condoms, they're flavored. Lotion. We could use both, either or neither. Up to you, I don't really care."
L did not know how to respond to that.
"And you know, I guess I could tell you that I was the one on top and take advantage of you. But we've never done it that way before, and I could really mess it up, and at this stage doing that is... an awfully stupid idea."
If Light as much as suggested something like that, L would have had him hurled out of the room. No way in-
"And there's another thing, and you taught me this one. Stop thinking. Or else it gets awkward."
L kept thinking until Light flattened him to the bed with his warm silk-clad body and L became lost in his strategically-used cherry shampoo. Light's skin tasted like soy-milk and smelled of something L really liked but could not put a name on.
Light's waist was smooth and the softness of the skin he found under those silky pajamas made the tiny hairs at the back of L's neck stand up with excitement.
In the matter of minutes, Light became more appealing than large quantities of Croquembouche.
Once the time for rolling around the small bed and palming things through clothes came to an end and L found himself playing with the edge of the back of Light's pajama bottoms, L displayed some final courtesy.
"Raito-san… cameras?"
Light grinned at him playfully, and L realized the tension between them was gone as soon as Light straddled him.
"Shy, Ryuzaki?"
"Raito-san's father is a police officer. He may be watching us, and in case he is not, other people Raito-san knows may be watching us."
Light licked his lips and showed his white teeth to L, turned to the nearest camera and waved at it, even blew it a strawberry.
The intentional voyeurism added a whole new exiting aspect to it, and L rolled them over once again, pulled Light's pants down to find no underwear, and started kissing the toned belly.
Light's half-aroused member ended up rubbing against L's chest, and instead of grasping it, L squeezed Light's cheeks and probed his entrance carefully.
Straight to the point.
Somewhere above him, Light gasped, and L snatched the tube of lubricant form the table Light had left it at, and did his thing. Light nudged him with his foot; he was aroused, but a little bit bored.
But L had sweet revenge in mind.
The lubricant tube was slick, thin, made of smooth plastic and had a rounded tip. Beneath him, Light's soft gasps broke out unwillingly as L stretched him out, and the area had proven to be something Light found enjoyable at any rate.
Just to spite Light and make him uncomfortable enough that Light would know this was revenge, L put the tube at his entrance and carefully push against it. He fished for a reaction, and when Light realized L's fingers weren't nearly as cold and thick as the lotion tube, he jerked against it and hissed.
Inside of him, not deep enough to even pass his inner ring of muscle, it felt foreign, unwelcome. Light didn't know if he liked the idea of it or not, but L was gentle with it as it went inside. Although if L intended to start fucking him with it, Light would definitely kill him.
And then his eyes shot open and he arched his back because it filled him – filled him from the inside with cool and slippery lotion; it was like when L came inside of him, except there was no burning, no heat, no friction, just the slick, cold fullness. He fucking emptied the whole tube... oh, he was so dead.
L tossed the empty tube to the floor, and Light felt the lubricant leaking down his cheeks when L replaced his fingers and started doing him with them.
"W-well, fuck you t-too," Light hissed and made a sexy show of ripping a flavored condom packet open with his teeth and licking the wrapper.
He forced L to roll over and straddled him again, and L's dress was riding up and Light made a point to tease L's engorged cock with his opening – just tease it enough to make the excessive lubricant drip on L's member, and it twitched against him, begging for entrance.
L grabbed his hips, and Light ground them together as he pulled his shirt off and flung it somewhere. Through eyes squinted in pleasure, L didn't miss a chance to appreciate Light's body. It had a light tan, light tone, both adding his body beautiful softness. His creamy long legs were wrapped around L, straddling him, his member stood against his lower belly, fully erect. His small, pink nipples were erect too, small and perky without any help, and L reached out to play with one. Glistening beads of sweat everywhere, a heated flush on the cheeks, sweaty and messy auburn hair, caramel eyes, narrowed and melted in pleasure. Light's head was lifted backwards and his lips were quivering.
Light slipped a condom between them and rolled it quickly around L's member.
And right after this, L's whole body suddenly became stiff and cramped and the insane tightness around his member made him shout an "ah!", and then everything became a continuous wave of tight, wet and sleek pleasure.
Light rode him painfully for both of them, and with every sweaty smack of their bodies, L's blunt fingernails dug into Light's hips closer to the bone.
It was good.
Light tilted his chin back and licked his lips before raising his impaled hole off L's engorged member at a curved angle so that the hot and pulsating thing inside of him twisted and yanked at his insides as he ground his sack against L's lower stomach.
L groaned under him, but it was all he did, perhaps somehow thinking that forcing himself right back into the tight and convulsing passage would hurt Light more than this did.
Light was ridiculously sore –sore inside, where his stretched-out muscles felt raw and damp from the ridiculous amount of lubrication, and sore in his knees and things as he slid L out of himself and back up.
He wouldn't go faster, out of principles really, because every little jerk of L's member against his inner walls, every unsatisfied groan, every bruise on his hips, all of it was arousing him more than L's hand on his cock did.
With a loud and hoarse breath, Light pushed against L's throbbing erection and right before the round tip slipped out of him, he caught it again and allowed it to glide back inside slowly and smoothly. It took painful effort to keep himself so open that L's thick and hard length could slide into him so freely, and he could make it last just enough for the large tip to get past his ring of muscles before he had to relax and cling to L's sex so hard that he could feel L's rapid heartbeat inside of himself.
L was large, there wasn't much he could do about that but keep pushing the man into himself.
L's throbbing length filled him out so completely that his passage wouldn't be able to handle anything even remotely larger; with every thrust, every time it penetrated him, the sensitive folds around his tiny hole stretched out unbelievably around L, and his whole inside passage became completely filled out to accommodate the intrusion.
And it always hurt, God did it always hurt. So wonderfully. The friction, subdued considerably by the lubrication, was not much of a factor because it never mattered how fast L slammed into him.
It was always the delicious burn of his insides, impaled and stretched out around L's twitching member.
It was the overwhelming feeling of hot semen being spilled deep inside of him which made his insides even more tight and overfilled with pressure.
L groaned, Light gasped and willed his sore, tired muscles to constrict, making it unbelievably tight for L.
L screwed his eyes shut and tried to pull himself out of Light faster so he could slam back inside.
Poor you, stuffed into such a tiny place.
Oh, poor you.
Bastard.
Light ignored him and repeated the curved angle.
His passage clung to L and refused to let go, even as L's length was becoming bare and Light empty.
"D'do.. w-we alwa- aaaha-"
Do we always do it like this?
No.
You completely gave up on making me feel good in favor of some stupid make-up sex that really sucks. And it's boring.
And lately, you don't even bother with lubricant.
Or talking.
Or pretending that things are okay.
I like pretending, I like rough sex, I like lubricant, though this was definitely an overkill.
I like talking during sex, because you know how to fuck me so throughway that I can't talk and I end up just screaming disjointed syllables and cursing.
I like screaming and cursing.
But we don't do that anymore.
Instead of saying this, or any part of it, Light arched his back and sucked in air, accidentally using his vocal cords and moaning.
Precum was dripping freely off his standing member, and Light lost the track of L what L did, and before he realized L had rolled a condom onto his member and pumped him quickly.
He screamed the longest thread of broken curses he had ever as when he came and L grabbed his hips and rammed into him and Light rode out his orgasm while his prostate was being viciously attacked. It felt like it would never end, even if it took only a few more hectic trusts and a few more bad words.
Ready to collapse, Light gasped when L came too, but it was almost dissatisfying and quite different when he wasn't filled with a hot stream of semen that shot him deep inside, but with a warm mass, and the smooth friction was lulling.
When Light's clenched muscles finally let go and his legs relaxed too, he started falling, and before he cared enough to catch himself, L had already slipped out of him accidentally. And L caught him and slowly lowered him down.
Then, in complete serenity he watched as L fussed and made a disgusted noise as he slipped off the used and full condom, and Light observed L use his typical delicate pinching of objects as he picked them up appropriately for the first time. It was dripping, and L dropped it into the flower vase.
Than Light nearly smacked him when L carefully rolled Light condom straight off his softening member, and it dropped into the flowers with a soft splat once it hit the water.
Who in the world would give L flowers?
They rolled away from each other as far as the small bed would allow, their sides still stuck together, and he could feel L's quick heartbeat, and Light half-expected L to try and have another go.
And he was going to let him.
"Raito-san, please put your clothes back on," L said suddenly and owlishly as soon as he climbed over Light and was about to do what looked like kissing.
Knowing L, this was a rhetorical order done only for Light to ask "why" so L could answer it with a dreadful pick-up line, which Light would find typical enough to soften up in L's arms – is was basically an invitation to have sex.
Light mentally laughed at L as he threw the man off himself and went to gather his clothes. L went rolling than crashing off the bed and into the metal bedside table, and some of the condoms and candy wrappers he had left there flew off and fell on L's head as an added insult.
"Okay," he said and snickered with his back to L.
He was covered in sticky sweat and lubricant and remainders of semen were still all over him, but he slipped into his pajamas like it really didn't bother him when it really did.
L climbed from the floor to his bed and pretended to look like this was exactly what he wanted and he was not frustrated Light had the gall to actually put his clothed back on.
Light grabbed the thrown remote from the floor on his way to join L.
They settled, silently, although the unspoken angry air and the smell of sex settled over them in a cloud. Light turned on the TV and went straight for the action channel where, surely enough, somebody was shooting somebody else's helicopter from a water-ski with an arbalest.
They looked at the screen and the scene behind it as it progressed.
It, and the whole situation, it all was just so... ridiculous. Light was the first one to stiff out a long giggle that just refused to go away, and L snorted, too.
Light gave and yanked at a particularly knotted strand of the black hair hard enough for L's whole head to follow, and kissed the top of it before it recoiled.
"Oww," said L. "And Raito-san?"
"Yeah?"
"That was wonderful. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Light said with self-satisfied softness in his voice.
The helicopter on the TV finally went out of control after the pilot realized he never received any training in helicopter piloting. He jumped out, successfully using the tarp as parachute, and the helicopter exploded for no apparent reason.
"Hey, Ryuzaki. Can you fly a helicopter?"
"I would not know."
Light rolled his eyes and switched the channel TV off, and stared at L in absolute criticism. Right after Light asked a completely irrelevant and playful question, L's energy turned into a sluggish sulk once he realized Light was still a (possibly) bipolar (definitely) bastard, and L still could not remember his favorite food. Even after a wonderful distraction.
"I would not know how to do anything, really," L insisted, somehow sensing Light's irritation.
Light rolled his eyes again.
"...ěr, Ryuzaki, nǐ huì fēi zhí shēng jī ma?" he said lazily.
"Wǒ bú huì zhī dào de…. Oh!"
"Oh!"
"I speak Mandarin!" L said in astonishment.
"You speak Mandarin!"
"What else can I do?" he ignored Light, suddenly hyper, of all things.
"Tricks. Here," Light plucked a truffle and waved it high above his head, still staring at the TV apathetically. "Who wants a nice candy? You do, you do. Play dead, girl. Play dead."
Light was insinuating L and a female dog were alike.
"French?"
Light tired, and L spoke flawless French.
"English is a boring given," Light informed him; if L spoke English, he would speak in a thick and definitive British accent, and somehow that would be a treat to information the people on the other side of the cameras in L's room would definitely love to use against them, considering L and Light just treated them to an explicit sex scene between two men, and he seriously doubted any of the people watching really needed or wanted to see that.
Take that, Light gave himself a mental pat on the back.
They talked, they talked for hours, about nothing really, insulting each other and both feeling the end of a long and tedious journey in their own way.
And for the first time since L had arrived to the hospital, he felt happy. Happy that despite Light's awfulness, there was somebody there who at least pretended to care about him.
And for the first time in a long while, Light felt like he could do anything with his life, and his life was not dependant on anyone's cruel whim.
It was calm.
It was over.
No more murders.
No more chases.
No more games.
No more misguided justice.
The day was coming to a slow and sluggish end. It was still bright and crisp outside, even though it was well past the end of the hospital's visiting hours.
Mello never came for them, and Light didn't really expect him to. The problem was theirs, and when it came down to it, there wasn't any problems at all.
L didn't remember, and Light was willing to forget.
It was over.
The lull of the end of the day made them sleepy, more so than L was willing to admit, but Light was slowly drifting of as he lay motionless across L's stomach after they had a harmless scuffle over L's ridiculous hair and how Light produced a shamelessly girly hairpin with a red strawberry on it and stabbed L's ridiculous hair with it.
"I thought you were dead, twice," Light hooked a finger around the neck of the paperdress, and goosebumps raced down L's spine when he pulled it down just enough to expose a long surgical scar on the left side of his L's pale chest. He traced it with his fingernail and L closed his eyes. "Once, here. I did that, did they tell you? I shot you. Right. Here."
Light softly tapped the side of his finger against the other scar on L's chest, higher than the surgical one. The round one, the one identical to the cigarette burn Matt had given him in the exact spot he shot L.
It was nice.
"After I did that, I knew you were dead, and you were dead. For four months, you were really dead. And I wanted to chase you down and kill you, over and over again. Because what you did, Ryuzaki... what you did was worse than L could've done to me. When killed you, you actually died."
This was garbage, both of them knew it. But Light went on, determined to have the last word and explain himself before the day ended and they fell asleep.
"Did they tell you I was Kira? They ended up waving the charges, but I convinced two women to go and kill four criminals. Despite them doing the killings, I was the one behind it and ultimately I was the one who killed those people. But writing what were as good as death certificates of your targets on secret notes is different than rolling up those notes into a tube of a gun and shooting someone. And you actually died. And then you died again in the crash. It's ridiculous."
Light had a death certificate of his own.
L's violin, it bore significance of a second-rate violinist being handed a second-rate violin in hell so that he would understand once and for all that Light refused to be the victim, the weaker party, the... the predestined loser of their game. This significance, their game, it felt forgotten and abandoned and overgrown in moss, dust and gunpoweder ashes, in was caked in dried blood and hidden within a memory that no-longer exited.
It was hard to believe that not that long ago, they had a game going, a real game.
Not that long ago, L was there, but just for a moment.
And then he was gone.
And with him went the tortured nights Light had spent curled into a tight ball under his blankets, alone, crying and shaking in terrible fear that L would break into his private apartment and try to rape him again.
Or worse, kill him, though at that point he wouldn't have known which was worse.
It was when Light was petrified of L that L had left a death certificate for Light on the first night he had broken into his home, violated his privacy and his body, caressed him and assured him he would not hurt him. He left Light his business card. A plain white card with a silver 'L' in the corner.
He clenched it in his sweaty, trembling hand and would not look at it or move at all for hours.
At least his death certificate was classy.
And it was his, his only, so what if it was now officially canceled. At the back of it, in black ink smudged by water was his own name and phone number, written in barely legible chicken scratch writing.
Light remembered thinking that whoever wrote that was a total goof.
And when Light was sure L was dead, Light wanted L, and his stupid violin story, and his stupid candy and cards and everything that had to do with him to go to hell.
This was why that damned violin had L's card – the card L had given to Light – taped to the inside through the F-hole, somewhere inside its frame, and there it was hidden for months...
It was that Happiness deal they made, Light realized. Light's violin, given to L and signed by his card, given to Light. It was their contract, a contract that fixed the flow of their lives into one direction.
Light's life for L's happiness.
A chance to see what happened to Tartini between his deal and the repayment of his debt to the Devil.
And so they were bound to be together.
Until they were executed.
One by one.
This is what he was afraid of.
Until now, and now he knew everything – everything that ever had a chance to go wrong already already went wrong, but it was over now.
The train of thought was gloomy but strangely pacifying, Light's eyelids dropped and his head lulled against L's shoulder. By the end of his monologue, his words were barely a tired whisper.
Teeth chewed on L's bottom lip and it took him a moment to realize they were his own, and he was contemplating making Light more comfortable.
And the beautiful brunette was falling asleep in his arms. He was warm and soft, his gentle natural scent was tangled with lulling smell of sex and fabric softener. For a moment, L regretted forcing him to put his clothes back on.
But he allowed him to go to sleep, finding his hand stroking the silky brown locks.
"How did you seduce me in under a day, Raito? I was sure I was not the one to fall for such tricks."
For the first time in his life, Light let his lips do the talking without constricting a correct answer.
So what came out was the purest of truths he had ever told.
"Because it's easy to seduce people you don't love. But you love me, L. Enough for both of us."
And then Light was ripped right out of the lulling sweetness of half-sleep and he jumped to his feet at once and clapped a hand over his mouth, because he knew Ryuzaki had heard him, and the people on the other end of the numerous bugs and cameras had heard him too.
HOLLY SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED? IT WAS LOOKIN' SO PEACEFUL AND SO OVER..!
Noooooo!
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Otherwise, I will not update next Friday. D8
And I mean it. And you'll won't get to know what happens to them, though at this point since Light just asldkjfadf gave them away and everything went to hell… hmm.
This. Is. JUSTICE..!!!
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CH30: The Devil's Violin
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