This story is NOT going to be a LightxMisa story, but there will be something between them this chapter (mainly because Light's drunk).br /I do not own the title , "Like a Virgin", but you know that.
Reviews are appreciated, as always.
Chapter Rated M for Sexual Content and violence (sort of).
I stared intently at Higuchi.
He had just confessed a murder to me, which means I could tell the Sheriff and he would be apprehended. But, if I didn't know who this 'L' was, my evidence would be unstable. Plus, if he just gave me the initial and not the full name, I would've been unable to check if L was actually murdered. Even if L did exist, if I asked Higuchi his full name, I would look suddenly suspicious. Although Higuchi was plastered, I didn't want to risk ruining the fact that I was investigating.
At least, that's what should've gone through my head. But, I was wasted.
"L? What kinda name is L?" I snorted, sending myself into a chuckling fit.
"Fuckif I know. Turns out his names Lind L. Tailor. Excuse me-was," he laughed along with me.
His large hand patted my back and, between the alcohol, the laughter and the music, I felt like I was home. Everything glittered and spun around me as we continued to laugh for what felt like hours. Finally, we died down, clutching our ribs and breathing heavily. How intoxicating it was to laugh! All my worries and loneliness evaporated.
"Barkeep," Higuchi called. "One las' round."
He filled our glasses and we downed them just as fast. I could no longer taste the bitter liquor; it poured down my throat easily. Suddenly, Higuchi's head slammed into the bar in front of him. I prodded his back, wondering if he had just died.
"Aw shucks, don't worry about him, he gets piss drunk every day and passes out on my counter," the bartender informed me as he took our shot glasses. "I tried to cut him off once, but he refused to pay me, 'less I gave him more. Now I know."
Misa suddenly appeared next to me, her smile bright. I got the inkling she was waiting for this.
"Hi, Light!" she chirped, unusually excited to talk to me. But, the liquor enveloped my better judgment and I was suddenly excited to see you too.
"Miss Misa," I attempted to tip my hat. It fell off.
She bent down to pick it up, giving me a clear view down her tight bodice. When she looked back up, I tried to avert my eyes, but it was too late; she noticed. She giggled and placed her hand on my thigh. "There's somethin' 'bout you, Light. I can't put my finger on it, but I think I like you."
"Ohyeah?" I asked, my tongue swollen from the whiskey. My head started to get very heavy. I wished I could pass out like Higuchi, or at least have had the ability to run off. I never got too drunk and I didn't know what I was capable of.
"Yes, I can't help it. You just have such nice eyes," she giggled, taking my hands.
We talked for a little while. Well, she talked, I listened. Well, I tried to listen. Everything flickered around me. She made my stomach bubble, or maybe it was the alcohol. Yes, the alcohol consumed my judgment and emotions, twisting them into a disgusting state that I would never have amounted myself to, otherwise. Laugh with Higuchi? Want to get closer to Misa? She inched closer to me by the minute, asking me questions about my old town.
"I accidentally let the name of it slip.
Quivering, I jumped up, only to topple over. I had done what I was trying to avoid all night; reveal my identity. My first name didn't matter, but my town and my last name were crucial. And I had just told a complete stranger confidential information. I lay on the ground, not wanting to get up. It felt so good to lay down and forget about the mistake I had made, and the mistake I didn't want to make later that night. Misa knelt besides me, asking if I was okay.
"Yep," I tried to say.
She helped me up and promised to take me to the bedroom so I could get a good nights rest and sleep off the alcohol. I wanted to object, but a bed sounded like heaven at that moment. I took her hand as she led me upstairs. Step. Step. I caught the banister as I almost slid down the stairs. At least I only made an ass out of myself once that night.
Her room was a dingy box with white furniture and laced curtains to hide it's actual misery. She guided me to the bed and lay me down. She curled in next to me. Her body was warm. Her breath was hot. She traced her fingers down the buttons of my shirt. She spoke, but I couldn't understand her. I was beginning to grow numb. I couldn't move, but the room wouldn't stop spinning. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping sleep would consume me.
Her hot breath felt so good against my neck. I turned to face her, allowing my lips to press against hers. Any logic was subdued by the whiskey. Her lips tasted like tobacco, but I couldn't stop myself. I hungrily kissed her over and over, my fingers traced down her shoulder. The sleeves of her dress fell.
Suddenly, she was straddling me. I was losing focus of time. I was losing focus, in general. My fingers were trembling as I pushed her dress all the way off. Her eyes stared longingly at me. I'd never been needed before. She was kissing my neck, whispering incomprehensible words into my ear. My spine tingled. I wanted more. But the alcohol tired me. I focused on her soft body, running my hands across her back.
"I'm a virgin," she suddenly said. It was shocking, but comforting.
"Metoo," I replied, continuing to explore her body.
"Will you leave me?"
"No," I lied.
Her fingers roamed to the buttons on my shirt. She undid them painfully slow. Finally, she pulled it off and caressed my chest with her long fingers. Suddenly, my pants were off and she was naked underneath me. When did I get on top of her?
Slowly, I pushed into her. Intense pleasure rolled from my toes to the top of my head. I thrust harder. She moaned softly, begging me to go slower. But, I couldn't stop myself. And she didn't seem to care. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pulled in and out. My fingers clutched on the pillow underneath her, ripping the fabric.
"Oh Light," she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
It felt so pleasure built up as I thrust faster. Grunts escaped my lips. She was begging for more.
A strange sound of running water pounded on my ear drums. I was terribly thirsty.
"Suddenly, something bashed into my cheek.
"What the fuck?" I growled, sitting up.
Light poured in through the window. Wasn't it just dark out?
My vision was a bit clouded but I could see an angry Higuchi stood over me, his fists clenched. Misa was begging him to stop and calm down. The hangover made it difficult to perceive what was going on. She was naked. I was naked. My stomach dropped.
"Bastard, I paid for yer drinks all night and this is how yew repay me?" Higuchi shouted.
He took a swing at my jaw. The impact cracked the bone out of place. I toppled over onto the bed, clutching my face. What the fuck had happened? Visions from last night suddenly began to pour into my head and I put two in two together. Higuchi told me he wanted to marry Misa, and I had slept with her. My head and jaw ached.
"Stop!" Misa shrieked, grabbing his wrist. "I told you I didn't love you, why can't you accept that? I love Light!"
I barely noticed her proclamation. I was too busy scrambling out of the bed and pulling on my pants. She clutched onto Higuchi's arm, holding him back as he attempted to charge at me.
""I'll kill yew, Light!" he swore as I ran out the door. What other choice did I have?
Apparently Misa wasn't very strong. As I reached the saloon's swinging doors, I heard him clomping down the stairs, shouting at me. Suddenly, the sound of a gun shot rang through my ears. The bullet whistled by my ear. I decided not to let it get that close again. The stallion I had rode into town on was still by the Sheriff's office, waiting for me. I cursed as I realized I left my shirt inside, but I couldn't stop now. Another gun shot. Sweat dripped down my neck. I wouldn't die, not this way
I untied the stallion with shaky fingers, glancing back. Higuchi charged towards me, aiming the revolver right at my fast. He pulled the trigger. The rope came loose and I jumped on the horse, kicking it with my spur. It neighed and took off.
I allowed myself to look back. Higuchi was shouting, cursing, firing his gun at me, but it was no use. I was too far. The adrenaline that pumped through my veins cooled off and I found myself laughing from the excitement. I had escaped, and I had a reason to run. If my father asked where I was, he would hear the story and he would understand why I had to leave. I pulled the reigns so the horse would turn as it rode out of town into the desert. Into the middle of nowhere./p