Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sent to Make it Right ❯ fear, threats, and kiss ( Chapter 2 )

Things continued to progress slowly; apparently you can't arrest someone or accuse someone for being a mass murderer without good solid evidence, same with accusing someone of rape. Yagami-san was completely with L on sending their prime suspect off, just because he was a creepy friend of Raito's but they needed evidence. Light being the genius he is tried to hide the fact he pulled up a university application which caused L to smile at him. “And here I thought you weren't going to help us anymore,” Light laughed silently and shook his head. The boy still seemed very wary of the case, terrified of their main suspect.

 

L passed the entrance exams with ease, and even made eye contact with their suspect the first day of school. Several weeks had passed; L and their suspect had formed a “friendship”. It was around this time that Light snuck to the university with L, which resulted with L carrying him everywhere earning coos from all the women. The detective sighed when yet another girl asked if Light was his kid. Light took offense to this and pouted at the woman, who chuckled and pat the boy on the head. Light cutely tried to hid from all the attention by forming to L's slouch, and resting his head against the pale man's chest. L hugged the boy to help his attempt at hiding.

 

“Hmm…?” L felt the child freeze against his body, felt that he wasn't breathing. His small hands clutched to his shirt tightly. L nodded to the male that emerged from the crowd of women. The detective slightly tightened his hold on the kid. “Man, Ryuzaki-san, never would have thought you'd have a child,” the detective new what that implied of course. After all, L did tell the man he was L. Obviously no one noticed that L and Light had no similar characteristics, perhaps they assumed he adopted the kid.

 

“Well, it's nice to see again Itou-san,” it paid to have an apathetic voice, since really the only `nice' image with this man would be him on Death Row. The crowd of women started to dissipate, but one female remained, Amane Misa. She smiled at the detective, and introduced her self. L put Light down before walking over and greeting the girl.

 

“It's nice to meet you Amane-san,” L kept an eye on his main suspect while he greeted the `blonde', and noted that he there was an odd glint in his eyes when he looked at Light.

 

“Oh! Hisao-san, that's Raito-san?” L quickly pick pocketed the girl of both her phones and turned to face his man suspect after shoving his hands with the cell phones in his pockets. They slipped up, but that wasn't enough to convict them…yet. L stared blankly at the fuming male before him. Light was now clutching to L's jeans, his jaw trembling.

 

“You told Amane-san about my charge, that's very interesting,” Itou took the escape happily and nodded hesitantly. His angry eyes softened when the settled on Light. He crouched down in front of the kid giving a kind smile, Misa quickly said her goodbyes; she would be apprehended soon, very soon.

 

“So little guy, you're name's Raito? I used to have a…friend named that. We were very close,” L refrained the sudden want to tear the man's hair out and or vomit. Light was glaring at him, while he mouthed three words. L was too busying trying to kill the man before him with an indifferent gaze to notice. [1]Itou Hisao stood up quickly and rushed a good bye. After he was a few meters away he pulled out his cell phone and tried both of Misa's phones only to have L answer both. The detective turned to Hisao and smirked.

 

“Hello Itou-san, what's so important that you must call Amane-san?” L hung up the phone, and walked away with Light holding onto his hand tightly. All Hisao could think was how screwed he was, and how much he wanted that little kid after all…

 

You killed me

 

~8*8~

 

Between the first day they obtained the Death Note and the day Ryuk arrived, Raito began to second guess. So Hisao was pushing him…Raito's does what he's told to do…he's a good bitch, but of course these thoughts couldnever reach the arrogant weakling's ears. After all, Raito couldn't be anyone's bitch…right? He would be Hisao's soon enough; he would be Hisao's uke, lover, planner. There was no doubt that Raito was the smarter of the two; the more organized, logical, and strategic, but he was more feminine and fragile looking. Hisao would have Raito at all costs; after all a God needs a `Goddess'.

 

Raito acted so into the idea of becoming a god before, but now…he was backing out, how could that be possible, oh yeah, he'll be quiet. Bah! As soon as his family gets in danger he'll blab, and if he backs out Hisao will be thrown to the dogs! He can't defend himself from L. And of course Raito had to keep bringing up that he wanted to get out, especially after news of L working on the case. It was Hisao's fault that the Taylor man died and L learned where Kira was. See…L could easily win if Hisao had done all the planning. He needs Raito…not his body, since that is a want, but his mind. Like hell Raito could get out.

 

Raito managed to slip that annoying FBI man, Raye Penbar, and met up with Hisao. “I want out! I'm serious, I won't tell anyone!” the male slammed the slimmer one against the wall of some building.

 

“No you won't, unlike you I have the guts to use it; and I can easily use it on your family, so you're going to stay in this, do you understand me?!” Raito grew pale, his lips were pulled into a tight line. Hisao pushed Raito against the wall more and sneered. “You can't get out, I'm not going to let you,” his voice was low and husky as he spoke directly to the pinned teen's ear. This power of Raito was intoxicating. “Now be a good boy, okay?” He turned his head and licked Raito's cheek smirking when the teen shuddered. “We should be this close more often,” he turned his back on Raito who slid to the ground shaking.

 

“B-bastard,” he muttered, glaring up at the sky while viciously rubbing at his cheek. Gods he was happy Ryuk hadn't been there to see that, lord knows what he'd say. Raito shakily got up; he was angry at Hisao, he was angry the Death Note, and most of all he was angry at himself for showing such weakness. What if Hisao never existed? What if Raito had been the sole creator of Kira, or better yet, what if Death Note and Kira never existed. `What ifs' are pointless wastes of time, but Raito still allowed such a waste.

 

Penbar caught up with him again, but Raito didn't really notice since he was so caught up in his wonderings. He knew the answer to several of those `What ifs', but considering what has happened to him as of late his answer may be completely different than the possible reality. If Hisao never existed and he was the sole finder and user of the Death Note…it made his stomach lurch, the thought of killing, of becoming something he should never become. But it was very possible he would have thrown it aside as soon as he found out what it did, but at the back of his mind he came up with an answer that made him pale. He was alone in his room as he faced the drawer that held the damned note. He knew in the back of his mind that he would have used, he would have strived for that God position. He turned off his lights and collapsed into bed, all color drained from his face. He could have been a monster bent on purging the world of evil and there in contaminating himself. Raito closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep.

 

{The plan was simple, Hisao wrote down the scenario but Raito had to do all the acting. He had planned on calling up some random girl but Hisao had a tantrum about that, so Raito complied with his wishes. It was a “date” between him and Hisao, just an outing to some amusement park. Hopefully his stalker would see it as two friends just hanging out, which it was…in a sense; the real motive was to figure out his name, but still they were friends hanging out. Raito sighed as they waited for the bus.

 

“Come on Yagami-kun, cheer up just because you find amusement parks overrated,” Raito cut his friend off shaking his head.

 

“They're not overrated, Itou-kun, just pointless; but they're your favorite and I promised to hang out with you,” he reasoned back, this might have been a bit of improv but not everything in life can be scripted.

 

“Thanks for making it sound like an obligation,” Hisao bit back rolling his eyes. “Listen, I'm sure there will be some girls you can woo, so lighten up. You need a break from all the studying, I think I can already see some grey poking through your dye job,” he snickered as Raito glared at him.

 

“You know as well as I do this is my natural hair color!” he took a deep sigh after remembering they were in public and that the buss had arrived. “Besides…I don't study that much. Unlike you I want to get into a great college,” Hisao shook his head smirking.

 

“Uh-huh, we all know what that really means,” he pulled out the `all' so it lasted three seconds longer than it should have. Raito quirked an eyebrow at his friend as the buss started to move. “You're just trying to find another way to show off those brains of yours,” Raito resisted the urge to roll his eyes and opted to look away.

 

“Oh prey tell, what ways have I showed off?” Hisao scoffed, and pressed his body closer to Raito; so that his breath ghosted over Raito's neck, cheek, and ear.

 

“All perfect scores on tests, all advance classes, all first place academic awards, perfect speech in any language, and the fact that you seem to know the answer to any question,” He leaned back against the window with a triumphant smirk when he saw Raito involuntarily shuddering.

 

“I-I…languages I have difficulty with, Russian is a pain; and besides I don't know every answer to every question,” his friend chuckled.

 

“Oh but you do, what is the meaning of life?” Ryuk who had been following them was now cracking up and the man tailing Raito was shaking his head at their antics.

 

“Meaning of life…? Orange? Is this a joke question or a serious one?” the buss had already come to its next stop and pandemonium struck. The two looked at each other when the drug addict that had hopped onto the buss began to threaten them. Raito quickly scribbled something on a plan piece of paper, and of course the man read what he had written. Through hushed voices he explained that he was of the FBI, Raito didn't believe him, so the man had to show his ID. Raye Penbar…we've got you.

 

The next few seconds past by in a flurry, a crumpled piece of Death Note fell out of Raito's pocket and the addict/criminal picked up the paper. He looked up at Ryuk who was bent over with laughter and started to step toward the druggie. The man shot at Ryuk but of course his bullets didn't hit. Once he was out of bullets he ran out into the street and got hit by a car. The two teens stared blankly as Raye Penbar quickly fled from the scene, but Raito came to and grabbed the piece of Death Note the dead criminal had dropped when he tried to shoot at Ryuk. Ryuk was cackling all the way home.}

 

~8*8~

 

“Light, you must explain now,” L finally was alone with the little child and was prepared to drill out his answers. “Misa's Kira two which means she knows our true names and, I know you can speak so don't keep quiet. No one's here, I've turned off all the video cameras and other bugs. So spill, now,” Light winced and took a shaky breath.

 

“L…I-I…I can't explain,” his jaw was trembling and tears were forming in his doe brown eyes. “L…I'm scared, please don't force me to talk,” L's hard stare softened and he slumped onto the bed. Light pulled himself up on it and just stared at the man. L ran a hand through his hair and stared at Light once more.

 

“Light-chan…” he hadn't planned on saying anything more so he pulled the boy into his arms. Light hesitantly wrapped his arms around L, but when the detective tightened his hold, and the boy quickly melded into the man's body. L bent his head down burying his face into Light's soft brown hair; Light gave a content sigh and snuggled closer to L.

 

“L…you are such an amazing person,” the boy mumbled against L's chest, his eyes closed as he lived in the warmth and protection the man provided. L was taken aback, but marked the statement as Light being a child and being impressionable.

 

“And you are genius, Light-chan,” there had be a terribly long pause, a silence that was made awkward by L's response. Light shook his head and sighed.

 

“L…” the boy had pulled away so he could face the detective but his words were lost when he tried to say, and a blush crept onto his face. Light sighed and pulled away completely from the detective. L wouldn't let him leave his arms though, something in the back of his mind was yelling at him to keep Light in his arms. And then the detective did the unthinkable -in his mind-, the immoral, the…perfect action he could have ever made in his life. He pressed his lips against Lights soft, small, perfect lips; L's lips tingled and his back straightened. Light gasped but quickly smiled against L's sweet pale lips, and continued to smile even after L pulled away.

 

“Thank you, please…again?” Light was blushing brightly, his lips stretched into a beautiful smile. L blinked a few times before jumping off the bed and racing out of the room. He ran to a bathroom located in the suite, and began to bang his head against the mirror.

 

It had only been a kiss…a strictly lips meeting for at most two seconds, but it was with someone TWENTY-ONE years younger than him! Fucking hell, the kid was in preschool! L leaned against the sink counter staring at the ceiling when his phone went off. He picked it up in his usual manner and answered, slightly surprised that his voice sounded normal.

 

“I think I might be Kira.”

 

A/N: okay I've updated, yay!... Yes I realize a peck on the lips isn't much but…I don't like rushing things that much…plus if you remembered that the person was five while you're twenty-six[?] and it wasn't meant to be brotherly or parentally…

 

[1] Itou Hisao, I had to look up names, because I suck at coming up with them, so I'm sorry if it's really lame.

 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.