Kat twitched a bit, sitting as far away on the couch from Misa as possible, turning slightly almost as if to shield her sushi and sashimi bowl.
They had quit the habit of hotel jumping and settled for the building that Lawliet and her had paid for (while she pulled some strings and made sure that the building was finished during the time allotted while Mr. Wammy made sure she did not shove a dagger into anyone whilst trying to achieve her task).
It was both a chore and a relief for her to be in the "apartment" that Misa had acquired, what with being under surveillance for any Kira-like behavior. A chore because she had to deal with the nonsensical babble that Misa might come up with, trying to find more reasons to doubt Kat's sexual orientation, or Lawliet's for that matter. And a relief because it was at any rate better than starring at monitors for hours on end, making sure that no criminal could ever possibly find them, and actually getting to witness Lawliet using his subtly sardonic retorts. But the latter was more of a luxury, she supposed.
"Hey… this doesn't feel like a date like this…" Misa nagged; the back of her hand on her cheek with the elbow on the couch, the very reason why Kat had scooted away from her.
And she accuses us of being anything but heterosexual.
"You don't have to mind us," Lawliet responded, stuffing the last large chunk of cake into his mouth. His eyes quickly turned to Misa's uneaten cake, holding onto the fork in his mouth and pressing his tongue to it, to savor any flavor it might have picked up. "Are you going to eat that?" He asked around the fork, pointing.
"…I watch the sweets because they make you fat…" It was almost desolate sounding. Kat leaned her head back, holding a shrimp over her mouth before dropping it in.
"If you use your head, you won't get fat even if you eat sweets." He said simply.
Oh yes, because the fact that Mr. Wammy puts flavorless vitamins in our food and we practive self defense has nothing to do with it. It seemed that K was feeling extra snippy today. No doubt the blonde sitting next to her was a factor in that problem.
"Oh! There you go making fun of me again…" Her eyebrows came together, almost evilly. "How about if I give you the cake, will you two leave Light and me alone together?"
"Even if I leave you two alone together I can watch form the cameras so it's the same thing."
"I told you that's perverted! Will you stop with that kind of fetish!?" How could anyone achieve that decibel of shrillness, or make their voices go up so many octaves? (1)
"Say what you want," He leaned forward on the couch, grabbing the plate. "But I will be taking the cake."
"Well fine. When I'm alone with Light then I'll close the curtains and turnoff the lights." Was that 'evil' look supposed to look like she was sniffing something rancid?
"It's also infrared camera." He kept shooting her down.
"Not that I'd need a damn infrared anything to see…" Kat muttered, wadding multiple pieces of fish in her mouth, crossing her eyes when Light gave her an appalled look.
Hell if we care whether Kira boy likes our eating habits or not. K was definitely not a good influence on Kat, but then again, Kat was meant to represent a more teenage version of the person they were…so the defiant and disrespectful attitude came with the territory.
She turned her head towards her 'love,' "So should we cover ourselves with the futon, Light?:
He seemed to disregard her completely, turning to Lawliet. "More importantly, we moved to a head-quarters that had the equipment but you don't seem to have any kind of motivation, Ryuuzaki."
"Mo…'more importantly;…that's mean…"
"Please be quiet," Kat eyed her a bit before shoving a pair of chopsticks at her, holding her bowl of seafood heaven towards her. "Here, this is completely healthy. If you don't eat with some variety you'll die, Amane-san." Truthfully, though the girl was a complete ignoramus, Kat could not refrain from hearing the nearly silent growls of her stomach.
"Oh! Thank you, Kokoro…" She said, settling the bowl in between them both, and going for the octopus first.
"Motivation…? I don't have any…I'm actually depressed."
Kat's head snapped up in alarm (albeit quietly, just like you would pay no mind to a house cat when it darted out of a room). He was depressed?
"Depressed?" Light asked, a similar visage of alarm on his face.
"Yes. It's just because I kept thinking you were Kira." He put a very large piece of cake in his mouth, wet bits flying out while he talked. "It's just a shock that that theory was wrong." His gunmetal eyes turned to the hand cuffs, lifting it up to eyelevel, and answering an unspoken question. "No, I still have suspicions about you. That's why we are doing this."
"However, Kira was able to control peoples' actions. So…" He took a moment here to swallow, just as Kat's claws began to dig into the palm of her hands, leaving little pink indentations. "Kira controlled you in a way I'd suspect you…" He put his fork down, placing his hand on his knees and staring straight at Kat, who suddenly felt an immense amount of…she didn't know what to call it, but she just thought she should have been able to tell he was depressed.
"Kira controlled you and Misa-san…If I think of it that way then the ends meet…but why you two are still alive is the part that doesn't make sense." Throughout the length of his soliloquy, Light's eyes were narrowing. "Of they were controlled and killed without any awareness, and then they would've just been victims. I'll have to start investigating from the beginning. Back to the starting point."
"If Kira found and controlled you because you were capable of stealing the police's information and made it so that I'd suspect you…Then even I'd be bitter. I'm very down about it."
That seemed horrible. Hadn't she tried to live her life making sure that he had everything he might need at his disposal, her and Watari both. But then, after nearly two decades of working together, she can't even spot his emotions. Or he hid them too well for her detect…but Light could.
Her own mood spiraled down into a metaphorical abyss; she ignored the bowl of fish, the thought of one of her favorite foods now making her a bit nauseous.
Light crossed his arms. "Ryuuzaki…with that theory, would Misa and I, although controlled, have been Kira?"
"Yes, there'd be no question about that. You are both Kira."
This earned him glares from Misa and Light. "The way I see it, when you were detained, you were Kira. And when you were detained the criminals stopped dying. Until that point, you being Kira makes sense. However, after two weeks, the criminals started dying again. From that, this next assumption is a possibility."
"Kira's power passes on from person to person." A shiver went down Kat's spine. That blue that was always hovering over Light and Misa up until, could that have been Kira's power, or a metaphysical representation of Kira's power? "The second Kira's video also said "share the power."
"…It's an interesting thought, but if Kira was able to do that then there is no way to catch him." Light's actually considering this…wow. First time he doesn't shoot something down with a "I'm not Kira." K was unaffected by the desolate mood that had taken hold of the rest of the mental space she shared.
"Yes…that's why I am stuck. Controlling someone to kill criminals. If that person gets caught, then the powers transfer to someone else, and their memories disappear…there would be no closure by catching them…"
"But that hasn't been officially decided yet. WE still don't know enough about Kira." Light countered. "Bring out some motivation." He placed his hand on Lawliet's shoulder.
"Motivation?" Lawliet turned his head to the ceiling, finger toying with his lip. "I can't bring much out…No, it's not a good idea to try too hard. By trying to hard to chase, we put our lives at greater risk…don't you think? To think how many times I thought I was going to die…"
Light stood up quickly. "Ryuuzaki…" Lawliet turned to look at him, picking up his mug of coffee.
He rammed his fist into Lawliet's jaw, causing them both to go flying towards a wall. On instinct, Kat bent backwards, flipping over the couch and using it as a sort of shield. Anger bubbled up in her chest once she noticed that Lawliet had been injured. She stood up straight, glaring fiercely at the two.
"That hurts." Lawliet stated more than complained.
"Don't be ridiculous. Because I'm not the real Kira; because your theory was wrong, you have no motivation? Are you getting sulky?"
Lawliet wiped his mouth. The red mark on the pale skin of his cheek was bound to become a bruise. "I may have phrased it awkwardly…Let's not make a move because the situation might just get worse."
K made a move to walk over their and ram her fist into Light's own jaw but grimaced upon looking down at the small hand that had her arm in a vice grip.
"What are you talking about? If we don't move then there is no way to catch him. Who's the one that told Kira that he'd bring him to execution on TV?" Light grabbed a fistful of Lawliet's shirt, stretching the oversized shirt even more. "How many police, FBI, announcers, and other innocent people do you think got involved!? And aren't you the one who detained Misa and me?"
K ripped her hand from Misa grip, gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles for anything that might happen. Sure, stopping the fight would have been useful and less destructive, but everyone needs to vent. And, she had to admit, this way was a bit more entertaining (however, the anger was bubbling under the surface, replacing her earlier desolation).
"I know…But…no matter what-" He swung himself around, kicking up with a swift capoeira move. This sent Light flying across the room, Lawliet flying right after him. "One time is one time."
They both landed on the couch, sending it falling to the ground. "Instead of the theory being wrong…It's more like 'Yagami Light equals Kira, Amane Misa equals Second Kira doesn't solve the case. That's why I'm a bit down. Is that wrong as a human being?"
"Yes it's wrong." Light muttered. That just confused the hell out of Kat. The conversation, well, more of argument, was sending her mood further down. Only human beings could? Or was it because Light had denied Lawliet of the most basic of human emotions? "Besides, from the way you say it you sound like you won't be satisfied unless I am Kira."
"I'm not satisfied unless you are Kira?" That position he was in was almost a carbon copy of how she preferred to be in, however, he was slouched forward more than she ever would for the sake of defense. She had tried to right his bad defense posture but he just countered, ending with her muttering foully about it being him that was going to be kicked in the head, not her.
"…I see…That might be true…I just realized that…it…it's like…I wanted you to be Kira…"
And this time, Light rammed his fist into Lawliet's nose, but they did not go flying about this time.
Yagami Light…hitting me seriously due to my giving up…is he not Kira? No, the probability of him pretending while having shared Kira's powers with someone else to kill criminals isn't zero….besides Kat would have told me immediately if she sensed anything like that happening.
"One time is one time. I'm pretty strong you know." The way they were flinging each other around the room was starting to annoy her. Not to mention Misa was cowering behind a plant, covering her ears and eyes.
Both men had each other by their shirts, fists aimed to punch while K slinked around them, searching for a broom to whack them over the head with. No way in hell am I about to risk a broken knuckle to separate these two.
For the sake of---! Have some mercy! One of them is our best friend!
Oh well…K spotted her queries just as the phone rang. She sighed and headed towards it.
"Wha?" She asked, annoyed.
"Kokoro! Good news!" Matsuda's voice resonated through her ears.
"Well? What is it?"
"Misa-Misa is number one on the eighteen readers' popularity poll. The two-month disappearance actually became a buzz and helped out." K did not respond. "C'mon Kokoro! Tomo got second! This means that Misa-Misa is sure to star as the heroine in Nishinaka's next film! And maybe if you come out of---!" K dropped the phone back on the receiver.
"What happened?" Light asked.
"Matsuda being an idiot… but what is new with that particular situation?"
"Matsuda-san does have a natural air of ignorance…" Lawliet muttered.
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After having cleaned up Misa's room, Kat had pulled Lawliet out of the room, and up to their floor. (She had made some specifications to Watari of how their temporary living quarters were to under no circumstance be monitored by the rest of the task force.) After having locked Light in a different room (forcefully) looking at a camera and giving the rest of the task force some instructions while she marched to the elevator.
She sent her best friend to go sit on the bed, while she went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom.
Her mind could not comprehend the fact that Lawliet had outright admitted that he was depressed. And he did not tell her?
Or perhaps she was expected to know already…Either way, she was going to make sure he was fine….she was not capable of correcting his emotions and thoughts but she could try and fix up his injury.
She walked back into the room. It had all the lavish things that the rest of Lawliet's estates had (something she had learned was common with him ever since he was little, but she did not pry) in hues of gold and copper, it was almost soothing.
Kat took her seat next to him on the bed, opening the first aid kit and taking out a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol. She fumbled around a bit, refusing to use her thumb, before she got it right. She wanted to do this perfect.
Lawliet watched her every move, from the way she huffed silently when the cotton ball fell out of her hand to the way her eyes lit up when she succeeded, a soft "meow" of satisfaction leaving her throat almost involuntarily. And then, how she leaned so close to him, brush his stubborn raven locks out of the way, pink tongue sticking out in concentration. She was about to put the swab to his cheek when her green eyes darted over to him. "This might sting a bit…."
Lawliet merely nodded; a sign for her to go on. And low and behold, the cold of the swab on his cheek provided an uncomfortable feeling. But his eyes stayed trained on her face, not unaware of how she was doing her best to be gentle, something she was not used to.
Before he knew it, she had placed a band-aid on his cheek, smoothing it out so that there would be no wrinkles.
Her eyebrows furrowed, hand caressing the side of his face softly before she put her other hand on her own skin. He chuckled at her child-like curiosity.
At the soft sound, her eyes focused in on him, then made to take away her hand. On impulse, Lawliet put his own hand of to hers.' He always thought it odd how she was so small yet not at the same time. She was perhaps an inch or two bigger on everything than Misa but she was taller. Therefore, it was odd for him to be able to put his hand on hers and see how tiny it was compared to his though he was only three inches taller than him.
He leaned towards her, eyes never leaving hers. She was completely lax, a distant part of her mind still floundering about to figure out why her stomach was flopping around.
He paused mere millimeters away from her mouth, his lips parted ever the slightest. He was waiting to see if she got what was going on.
Her hand moved to his shoulder as she pressed her lips gently to his, albeit a bit apprehensively.
Lawliet was keener on how she reacted this time, now moving his lips against hers slowly, coaxing her to do the same while one hand moved to her own cheek and the other steadied his awkward position on the mattress. Her eyes had long ago fluttered close. Barely a coherent thought came to her, all the other personas were quiet and she was content.
No. Better than content.
But all too soon, they separated, the need for air pulling at their lungs. Their quiet pants, the red tint on their cheeks, the way that they were so warm…and the heavy, glazed eyed look that they had as they looked at each other…
Lawliet took hold of her lips again, however this time; he sneaked his tongue into her mouth, exploring everything that was to do within the small space.
It surprised her, but she complied nonetheless, mimicking him.
Kat's hands, which had come down to his shirt at some time or another, were something he just noticed as they surreptitiously made their way around his midsection, pushing both their chests together.
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A/N: If I do not get a lot of reviews from this…I don't know what I will do. Please note, this will be continued in the next chapter. Yes, I know, I'm evil that way leaving you on a cliffhanger. Just want some reviews. My friends say that I am the queen of writing anything relatively…passionate (they have forced me to write copies of this Lime I once did…). So, expect something more or less…I dunno. I don't know what to compare it to.
Timekeeper101:I hoped you like this nee-chan. I sound like such an odd kid writing this, ne? Yeah, Kat reacting that way to Misa's accusation looks a bit funnier now that I look at it. But it's hard for me to compliment my own work because I generally have a habit of pointing out the flaws more than anything.
ActionFry:Thank you for reviewing. Yep, Misa is there to annoy everyone. I hope you, too, enjoyed this chapter.
And to the rest of you, REVIEW OR YOU SHALL NOT SEE THE NEXT PART OF THIS BY TOMORROW! I am going on a 2 week trip on Friday so you will not be able to see the conclusion of this unless you REVIEW FOR PETE'S SAKE!!!! Ja ne, till tomorrow I hope.