Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ True Affection ❯ A Satisfaction ( Chapter 10 )

 

A/N: This chapter definitely makes up for the previous one's badness.

A/N: Rating bump. You'll see why.

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True Affection

Chapter 10

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Time seemed at a standstill between the two of them as they stared at the other. One, a certain detective and the other, a former pawn of Kira.

Misa sat at the foot of L's bed on her knees facing him, while he was perched opposite of her amongst the pillows. His curved back pressed against the headboard in a calculating manner with his knees to his chest and a thumb to his mouth.

The initial shock of Misa not only waiting for him on his bed, but also wearing his shirt still lingered within him, but its impact had begun to waver.

A bit nervous being out of his element in such an odd situation, his dark eyes continued to study the young woman before him, unsure of what to ask first.

The blonde smiled softly at him; her eyes nearly hidden by her damp bangs and the loose locks of hair in her face. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her tone slightly lower than usual.

“No.” L replied quickly without bothering to think about it, and nibbled lightly on his thumb, “Forgive me. I am currently gathering the questions I wanted to prepare to ask the Second Kira.”

Her features faltered for a moment as a slight frown tugged at her lips, but it was soon replaced with a faint smile.

“Wait, before you do that...,” she trailed off, bending down over the edge of the bed to pick up the other end of the handcuff that remained on the floor.

In automatic instinct, L's eyes darted directly to the smoothness of her exposed thighs and traveled upwards; taking in the full image of her clad in his clothing.

While these spontaneous thoughts zipped about in his mind, his face remained emotionlessly studious and respectful.

His obsidian eyes followed her every move as she realigned her balance atop the bed and ran a hand through her thickened straight locks.

“...you should put this on.” she claimed, holding out the remaining cuff towards him.

“Thank you.” he mumbled, almost inaudibly, and took the metal handcuff from her.

Warily, he glanced at the object, then back to her.

Her head was slightly turned to the side away from him; her damp hair laid weightily about her like chenille drapery. If L didn't know her any better, he would have thought she was afraid of this interrogation—until she smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear and he was able to catch glimpse of the forming blush dashing across her pale cheeks.

A small smile crept over his lips. Indeed the situation was a bit...awkward to say the least, but it was a moment they both mutually anticipated.

A sharp click broke over their silence as L fastened on the handcuff.

And immediately, the young woman boldly faced him. “What do you want to ask me first?” she questioned, her serious facade already beginning to weaken as she clasped her hands firmly in her lap.

Observing this, L took a breath, as if in thought, then started to move to the edge of the bed.

The blonde watched the detective with wide uncertain eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and glanced to her.

“Would you mind if I got some cake, Second Kira?”

Her body visibly flinched at the request and her stoic demeanor melted away for a good few seconds as her 'criminal' persona temporarily dissolved. “What?!”

“Would you mind if I got some cake?” he reiterated, already shuffling towards the mini refrigerator near the window of his room without waiting for her consent.

“Wh-Are you SERIOUS?!”

L hummed an aimless tune while contemplating his options of cakes and pastries he had added to the machine the night before. “Mmhmm. Quite. I'd rather not process a lot of thought on an empty stomach. And because this subject deals with you, I had better be thrice as prepared...” he stated casually. “Ooh, a leftover cupcake.” he announced rather wistfully, changing his usual dry tone within that moment, and touched the cupcake to his mouth.

From the flabbergasted blonde's point of view, L devoured it so fast it looked like the pastry just dissolved into thin air; eating it didn't slow down his search in the least.

“You actually keep a fridge in your room?!” she exclaimed wrinkling her nose and pulled herself to the edge of the bed with her arms between her knees. “Hey! That stuff could be rotten, you know!”

“No it isn't. I put them here just last night.” he murmured nonchalantly, as if he did this sort of thing all the time in his rarely used room.

“Ugh!” she made a face, “You're unbelievable!”

“And you ignored the question. So...” he began, taking out a plate of apple pie and a plate containing a rather large slice of strawberry shortcake and holding them up, “which one, the cake or the pie?”

She blinked at the absurdity of the question, and actually laughed, but continued to argue with him. “As if it matters! You'll just eat all of them anyway!”

L glanced to her with an expression that appeared both amazed and unsure by her reaction, then returned to his dessert choices. “Oh that's right, you're bad at making decisions, so I'll just choose myself. Thanks anyway.” he spoke swiftly and without much passion.

Annoyed from being pretty much ignored, the girl growled and snatched up a pillow to throw at him.

“Meanie!” she stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms.

But upon doing so, the cuff of the chain that she wore crossed her line of vision and reminded her that they were both supposed to be in the middle of an interrogation

Nervously, she lightly bit the tip of her thumb, not realizing she was mimicking his behaviors again.

Didn't L take this seriously?

“Oh, I take this very seriously, Second Kira.” L announced casually, heading back to his bed with the plate of cake in tow. “Seriously enough to warn you about openly voicing your thoughts.”he added with a thin smile.

“Whoops” she gasped, covering her mouth cutely at her mistake. She was thinking out loud. “My bad!”

L eyed her for a moment, secretly appreciating the cute embarrassment she expressed. When she slipped back into her serious persona, he ignored it and adverted his attention back to his cake.

“So, to continue with the interrogation, Second Kira, “ he started, opening his top drawer and pulling out a silver fork, “ what was your motivation for following a mass murderer, besides wanting to blindly follow orders?”

Her body tensed at the question, but she forced herself to remain calm. Being so serious didn't suit her, and she knew L was aware of that, but still, she continued to try hard to be serious for him.

“Kira was my savior, my hero. He brought justice to the thief that killed my parents when no one else did. I wanted to do anything I could to help him punish the every person that I thought deserved it. But he hated my actions before we met because I took the lives of innocent people to get his attention...”

“Why” he spoke dryly, cutting a jagged line in the cake with the side of his fork and not taking his eyes off her as he brought the pastry to his mouth.

“It was Kira! I had to meet him. I had to personally thank him for giving that crook the sentence he should have gotten in court. At first, we agreed to only kill criminals, those that were set free out of prison or avoided being put on trial or situations like that. Then, Kira...Light feared that you would catch on to who he really was...”

“I knew all along.” L interrupted placidly, casually taking another bite of cake.

“...and since then, he became obsessed with removing every obstacle in his path in order to be the new god of this world. Innocent or not.”

A sudden clatter shot into the room as L slightly dropped the glistening silver onto the plate.

'God of the new world...' he reminisced, pondering the phrase's significance, 'So that was the reference in the note'

“R...Ryuzaki?”

“A world free of crime.” he recovered, not missing a beat, “Something quite ironic when you think of how Light chose to go about it. Why did you go along with this proposition of a new world, Kira?”

She blinked. “I wanted to be at his side.” she answered, frowning a bit in disgust.

L noticed this, yet spoke nothing of it and resumed eating his cake.

“Obviously, you were perfectly fine with being a pawn to such a criminal.”

“At the time, I didn't care. I even told Light he could use me any way he could to achieve his goals.”

“And he certainly seemed to take advantage of that.” L frowned, taking note of her visible injuries. Then his tone softened. “Just how much abuse to he subject to you? How much of yourself did Kira deteriorate?”

Everything, was what she wanted to say.

Gathering her answer, she brought her arms to her chest and lightly hugged herself.

Her vague body language alone spoke volumes to L, but left more to be answered. The inquiring detective placed the cake down on the dresser to the right of him and leaned closer to the young woman before him.

“I apologize for asking, but I have to know everything in order to press proper charges against him.” he spoke lowly.

Her features scrunched in discomfort, but she nodded.

“Did he ever force himself on you?”

“No. Not like that.”

“Did he mentally abuse you”

“Yes. Every day, every chance he got. But it was my fault I kept failing. If I didn't, maybe he wouldn't have lashed out at me so much. At least, that was what I kept telling myself.”

“What did he have you do that you say you failed at?”

“Writing down as many names as I saw in the Death Note.”

“I see. The Second Kira is able to kill with only a face. I haven't forgotten.”

“That's right...”

“That name you called me the other night, could you repeat it? Lowly, please.”

“...Lawliet...?”

Hearing her speak it so clearly, L's expression shifted into one of secret interest, and his eyes narrowed softly.

“Needing only a face to kill... Tell me, is that how you were able to know my name as well?”

She fidgeted uncomfortably and closed her eyes.

“Second Kira...” L urged gently, wanting to call her by her actual name, but continued to respect her choices for her current role as Kira.

“It's because of the Eyes...the Shinigami Eyes...” she uttered, gradually revealing her vision to him. To a god of death, the faint glow of her crimson eyes would be clearly recognized. But to a mere human, they remained unseen.

“...my eyes. A while after I first met Rem, I made a deal with her to have the Eyes so I could instantly get names to write down and get Kira's attention with. These Eyes make it possible for me to see any human's name and lifespan that doesn't own a Death Note.” she paused, staring right at the garbled letters and numbers above his head. Her expression flickered with brief confusion. She could have sworn his date of death was different.

Sensing this, L diverted the conversation. “What was the price for this deal?”

“My life.” she answered directly, causing L to sit up straight momentarily in shock. Silence overcame him as his eyes fleeted about in deliberation.

If her life was to be taken in exchange for such a power, had he made a mistake with his usage of her Death Note earlier? He quickly calculated the probability of mistake.

Taken aback by his sudden reaction, the girl grew curious to the look of guilt that was spreading across his face. But then figured that it was only her vague wording that worried him.

“Oh, I didn't mean that I would have the life drained out of me until I collapsed and died or anything! See, when Rem first found me, she gave me the Death Note that originally belonged to a Shinigami that gave his life for me. He wasn't supposed to, since it goes against Shinigami rules to fall in love with a human and all, but whenever that happens, the Shinigami's lifespan gets transferred to the person they gave their life for.”

L's eyes widened to an alarming size. “A Shinigami's lifespan...?! Does that mean your lifespan has been altered to outlive the years of an average human being?!” he asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.

She nodded hesitantly. “Y...yes.”

“...” L turned away from her and bit his thumb, swearing under his breath.

“B-but! Making the eye trade cuts my life span in half!!”

Now this was something L didn't expect to hear.

“What?” he questioned, peering over his shoulder at her.

“My lifespan was cut in half! So I won't live as long as that Shinigami did!”

“But you may still outlive me and any other human, correct?” he challenged, looking at her decisively.

And judging by the understanding look written across her dainty features, he was sure she picked up on his concern of her going on through life without him at some point.

That meant his precaution in the Death Note could be more harmful than helpful. But then again, what he wrote would keep her safe from Light's attacks. And at the moment, that was most important.

He would spend hours calculating probable outcomes later.

The young woman eyed L with warm concern as he visibly began to relax.

“Ryuzaki?”

“It's nothing, don't worry about it. Are there any other connections to this power that you haven't revealed to me yet?”

“No. I told you what I know.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. “So you did all this for Kira. You willingly became his disposable tool and used the Death Note and Shinigami Eyes to kill for him. And in return, he abused you for your failures. Is this correct, Second Kira?” he revised with enunciated precision.

She nodded slowly. “Yes. It is.”

L's lips curved in disgust. He would have to sort through all of this new information sooner than he thought. Light's trial was the 27 of that month. That was roughly 3 days away. He deemed it better to wait and see what Light would do, if anything, that could jeopardize Misa. Almost instantly, his mind reeled back to the note he found scribbled in Misa's handwriting. He knew, without a doubt, that Light forged that note and Misa didn't even know of its existence. Still, L wanted to be alert if anything started within that note came to pass in any shape or form.

Upon bringing his attention back to her did L realize just how long he had been thinking to himself and for just how long she was sitting with her head lowered.

When she sensed his studious eyes on her form yet again, her body stiffened and a small sigh left her lips. “What do you want to know now?” she questioned softly.

L paused to consider this inquiry He studied the girl's tensed form as he let the words he wanted to say marinate in his head.

When he came to a conclusion, he rolled the chain around his wrist a few times and tugged on it to bring her closer to him.

With an embarrassed squeak, she fell forward, knocking him back against the headboard. Tautly, she clutched at his chest.

When he gave no reaction, aside from an uncomfortable groan of hitting his head, she held him tighter.

Accessing the smooth links of the chain again, L gently pulled on it until she lifted her eyes to meet with his.

Vast obsidian became nearly overpowered by enveloping honey-brown.

He almost allowed himself to become captivated.

“Wh-what is it, Ryuzaki?” she wondered breathlessly, not knowing where he was headed with his actions.

A hint of carmine dusted her cheeks as she gazed expectantly up at him.

Resiting captivation was really becoming more and more difficult for him, yet he continued on.

L chose his words carefully.

“Now that you are free from Kira, what does the Second Kira want?”

She blinked. “Huh? What do I want?” As she said this, her mind recalled when he last said something similar to her yesterday in he car ride back to headquarters: ' Ryuzaki wants to know...what Misa wants'.

Smiling faintly at the memory, she gave him a slightly inviting look, happy to have her answer. “I want what Ryuzaki wants.”

“And what is that?”

“To be Justice.”

He half smiled. “Justice doesn't suit you.”

“Do you still see me as a criminal?”

“I never saw you as a criminal. Only as an accomplice. There is a difference.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Not by very much”

“Perhaps. But being an accomplice practically makes you closer to being innocent than Light will ever be.”

“Does...does that satisfy you?”

“Hmm? The fact that you were a misguided and willing pawn used by Kira as only an accomplice, or your near innocence?”

She paused in thought, not favoring the former statement too much. “Both.”

L shifted his weight against the headboard and glanced up in mild deliberation. “Well, once you put it that way, yes. I suppose it does.”

“Then, does Ryuzaki want me?” she blurted out in a hushed voice. It was a candid question; she really wanted to know his answer and opinion towards the possibility of being with her.

L should have expected the question. She had been trying to kiss him since last night when he visited her in jail. He had thought about being with her many times, more times than he'd be willing to admit, however, given the current circumstances, his decision was a well thought out one.

L eyed her emotionlessly. “No.”

Shock licked at her spine and she felt her heart sink into her stomach. First Light, now L? Wasn't she capable of being loved? She thought L cared for her, and liked her, but he didn't want her? Not at all?

L repeated himself. “No, I don't want you.”

Her shoulders began to tremble, her ears went hot and her breathing increased to being rapid and shallow. Mortified, she began to push herself up off of him. “B-but...I thought... I...” she stammered, unable to grasp whole words from the anger and sorrow that had begun to build up in her.

Turning away from him, she tried to get off the bed, but L's hand around her wrist stopped her.

“L...Let go...Ryuzaki...” she demanded softly, secretly wishing he was only testing her instead of telling the truth.

Although it pained him to have her behave like this, L needed to clarify his statement.

“I don't think you heard me correctly, Second Kira.”

She gasped; her widened eyes quickly becoming blurred with tears.

That's right. She was still the Second Kira.

Regaining hope, she slowly turned to reface L; an empathetic, but direct look on his face.

Once he gained her full attention, he continued.

“I am not interested in Kira...” L stated firmly, “...however, I am very interested in Misa Amane.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled sharply and clasped her hands over her mouth. Had she heard him correctly?

Her warm eyes fleeted between his for reassurance and glossed with a fresh coat of tears when a small smile graced his lips.

“Yes... I mean that.” L continued, and leaned very close to her brightened and emotional features. “And as long as you accept, I will be happy to cater to you as a boyfriend that will offer you nothing but the very best of useless earthly possessions such as flowers and more clothes you do not need.” he joked flatly and then lowered his head to her.

She didn't know what he was doing or what he was staring at and craned her neck to follow his gaze.

He wasn't trying to look between her legs was he?

As if he could read her mind, he cleared his throat innocently and pointed to his spiky head. “The key to the handcuffs. You might want to get it out.”

“Oh!” she squeaked and led her hands down to his stray and scattered locks.

Much to her surprise, his hair felt rather fluffy in comparison to how coarse it appeared.

Her fingers glided through his tresses and lightly rubbed against his scalp as she searched around for the key.

A low mumble tumbled from his lips from her touch and the girl thought it was a sound of relaxation.

“Dnt...stp...” L uttered in such a hushed and muffled tone, neither of them recognized the voice as his for a moment.

After practically giving his head a light massage, she located the key and slightly pulled away from his closeness to examine the item.

Once her warmth left him, L lazily gazed upto her as if gradually slipping out of an intoxicating trance.

And there, their eyes met.

The two of them became enraptured in an understanding that neither one dared to disrupt as they gazed upon the other.

And within the passing of a second, the gap between them narrowed to a close.

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Enveloped within his confined abyss, the calculating Light Yagami waited patiently in his cell.

His bound arms and hands remained tightly secured in place in the straightjacket; his back in a diagonal slant as he leaned slightly forward.

His head was lowered with his chin pointing towards his chest. His well-kept hair rested softly against his frigid face.

All he could do was wait, as his plan was woven into motion.

Mere minutes continued to slither through time until the still silence was ruptured by the sound of Ryuk's gravelly voice. “I'm back, Light.” he stated, smacking his lips as he stuffed a whole apple into his mouth.

About half a dozen of them lined the length of his arm and he eagerly continued to consume them one by one, in 3 bites at a time.

Light said nothing for a moment, keen to the sound of the death god gorging on the food he deemed as 'juicy'.

“Where'd you get the apples?”

“From that Takada chick you insisted I find. She literally threw them at me, screaming her head off when she saw me.” Ryuk explained between snacking.

“Good. And? Where is she now?”

“She's on her way here now. But she insisted on bringing a friend with her. Another Kira supporter, most likely.”

“You didn't make sure?”

“Nope.” the Shinigami replied wistfully, tossing the fruit into his mouth. “I got a crate of apples out of it, so I don't care who he is. Not my problem.”

“Hm. I see.” Light acknowledged with a small sound of slight amusement. “A friend huh? If I know Kiyomi, she must have planned ahead.”

“Huh?” the odd statement piqued Ryuk's interest a tad. “What do you mean, Light?”

As the cunning criminal drew in a breath to explain himself,the sharp sound of high heels clicked rapidly throughout the corridors, its echo bouncing off the walls.

Floating ebony locks silkily bounced about Kiyomi's face as she ran down the halls, earnestly looking in each cell she passed for Light.

“Light?” she called when she spotted his familiar frame and peered between the bars. “Is that you?”

“Kiyomi. It's nice to hear your voice again,” Light spoke, a blossoming tenderness populating his tone. Inwardly, however, he was laughing quite profoundly at how easily women could be manipulated by him.

“Oh god...” she breathed at the sight of him, “Light, I'll get you out of there.” she assured, and pressed a tiny button on her blouse. “This one,” she commanded into the device.

Seconds later, there was a heavy mechanical click and the bars snapped aside.

A rather amused Ryuk watched the concerned woman dash past him and kneel at her god's feet.

“Light...?” she spoke, a hint of sadness coating her lyrical voice. Delicately, she lifted her hands to his face and lightly cupped his cold cheeks.

The faint pale luminescence that seeped through the bars cast a faint pool of its light on her, while casting him in a contrasting shadow.

“You're like ice...” she whispered.

“Yeah. I know. But I'll manage. Especially now that you're here for me, Kiyomi. I'm glad you could make it.”

“Yes. Of course, Light.” she nodded, standing to her feet to untie his blindfold. “Your Shinigami here completely scared me half to death until he decided to finally mention your name,” she began, glancing over at Ryuk, who had finally finished consuming the apples.

“Sorry but thanks again for the apples! They really made my day, you know!”

Her brows furrowed a bit. “Well, I had to give you something to eat so you wouldn't try eating me for dinner. It just so happens those apples doubled as a projectile to keep you away from me.”

“In any case, Kiyomi,” Light interrupted, whisking aside the stray hair that fell into his now freed eyes with a shake of his head, “due to Ryuk locating you, I'm sure you realize the reason why I was sent here?”

“Yes,” she answered promptly and airily. “That Shinigami...Ryuk, was it? ...Said that you were Kira. He just appeared out of thin air when I touched a piece of lined paper I had never seen before. It was under a stack of my reports I had prepared to read for the next airing.”

Ignoring her rambling, Light looked upto Ryuk sternly. “Did you leave my 'regards' to L and Misa?”

“Huh?” Ryuk questioned, taking his amused attention off of Light's newly manipulated pawn to face the conniving male. “You mean the page of the Death Note? Yeah. I used the same page this woman touched, balled it up and left it in Misa's bed, just like you said. I saw that guy read it before I left. Don't think he saw me though, but he knew you were the one that wrote it.”

A dark smile curved Light's lips, enhancing his handsome face in the dim beam of moonlight before him. “Perfect. We'll just give them a false sense of security for a while. Misa...'deserves' it after all.”

Hearing the name of the famous model and idol, Kiyomi quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, then began unhinging Light's taut straightjacket. “Weren't you dating someone by that name?”

“I was.” Light sighed. When Kiyomi managed to free his arms of the constraints, he slipped a hand under her chin and lifted her embarrassed features to his. His arms felt stiffened, but he forced the discomfort out of his mind to focus on the expendable woman in his presence. “But you don't have to worry about her. She was nothing to me. I'd be stupid not to want to be with someone a lot smarter, who can actually help me create my perfect world, like you, Kiyomi.” he smiled suavely.

Ryuk couldn't help but chuckle hoarsely to himself while he witnessed this. Light was at it again.

“So...” Light paused, removing his hand and waiting for the dazed reporter to snap out of her trance, “what did you have in mind to help me escape, Kiyomi? Just letting me out of here like this wouldn't be enough. I still have a trial to bypass. If I disappear, the whole city will go into a panic and go looking for me. I know you thought of more than this, haven't you?” he added, carefully studying her changing expressions as they ranged from love, to understanding, then settling in devotion and determination.

“A good friend of mine, who works as a security guard in the area's major precincts. He's the one that released the lock on the bars. Not only will he help aid your escape, but he will also take your place for your trial, as well as your execution.”

“Wow!” Ryuk exclaimed, eager to hear the rest and witness how all this would unfold.

“That's right.” a new voice, belonging to the guard in mention, spoke up; his tone blatantly littered with Osaka dialect.

All eyes were on him as he stepped into the room. Short brown hair lingered just above his eyes and complimented his slender frame. Upon one look, one would easily be mistaken of his appearance, as it nearly mirrored Light's flawlessly.

And instantly, realization and wonder rushed throughout Light as he fully understood the whole plan.

Impressed with his former girlfriend's tactics, Light laughed proudly. “I think this is the start of a rather faithful partnership, don't you...?”

-

Within seconds, the handcuffs were off and Misa's body was pressed atop the astonished detective.

“Misa...?” the name breathed from L's lips in surprise as his wary eyes remained glued to her sudden bold behavior. He had expected her to tackle him, which she did at the last second, but he didn't take into account how dominating she could be.

“Shh” she cooed, leaning down and touching her nose to his. “This is what Misa wants...”

“Are...are you certain?”

“You ask too many questions...” she smiled and tilted her face upwards to plant a feathery kiss against his forehead.

An immediate shiver tingled down L's spine and a low sound of wonder left him. He sounded like an innocent boy introduced to the sensation of touch for the first time.

Indeed, he had asked. And now he was grateful that he received.

With a cute giggle, Misa pulled back slightly to be able to examine his features. The light twinge of pink on his cheeks certainly didn't go unnoticed as his wide eyes stared right back at her.

An unknown emotion rippled through her from his gaze and broadened her smile.

She couldn't help but laugh from how cute he looked, and she couldn't help but feel a pinch of sexiness from being the one who caused such a reaction from him.

Tauntingly, she leaned in to give his nose a kiss when the sudden grasp of his hand atop her shoulder made her pause.

Seriousness painted his boyish features, but his eyes danced with a seductive playfulness that made her heart flutter.

“Misa...” he began, lowly and pausing out of slight bashfulness, “I should warn you that if you do that again, I will be thoroughly forced to kiss you....”

A deep blush traveled across her face as she took in the fullness of his words. Her heart felt as if it were doing somersaults in her chest. L was even polite enough to give her caution before he kissed her?

Taking his dare, she eyed him with taunting eyes partially hidden beneath hooded lids and placed her fingertips against his chest. Gingerly, she inched her lips forward.

L's heart beat wildly as he kept his alert eyes on the woman before him and his hand dropped to his side; his eyes not knowing whether to stay open or to flicker closed.

Her delicate lips tenderly pressed against his nose and for a moment, his body became very still.

Then, without thinking, L's heavy hands lifted hesitantly to touch the jawline of her face before they gained a mind of their own. Gently, his palms cupped her blushing cheeks and he brought her warm mouth to his. When she made no movements of disapproval, he delved deeper into their kiss, making her lips his.

Finally, he was able to show how how much he felt about her in one kiss; finally, his tense body began to relax.

And finally, he was able to close his eyes-- for good reason.

His endearments were sweet and unsure at first. He even missed her lips a few times and ended up kissing her chin. But the longer he and Misa shared that precious and honest moment, the quicker L's kisses grew more precise and infinitely more passionate.

A faint sound of amazement drifted from Misa as she was impressed by L's sudden incline of skill, and could hardly keep up with him.

It wasn't until she felt something warm and moist slip between her parted lips and tickle her tongue that she realized just how dizzied his performance was making her.

“Ahhnn...”the muffled moan rose from her, sounding rather carnal between their open mouths, and she broke the kiss to catch her breath.

“Ah... R...Ryuzaki...” she murmured aimlessly in a breathless pant.

A low growl fluttered in L's throat at this and he led his hands down to her waist while leading his mouth down the side of her neck.

“That isn't my name.” he scolded huskily, pausing to nip at that tricky spot right below her ear.

Her body shuddered and a sharp pleasurable gasp was all she could voice. She never even knew she had such a deliciously sensational spot!

“Say it, Misa.”

“S...say ahhh what?”

“That name,” he encouraged, brushing the tip of his nose along her ear lobe, enjoying the soft tactility of her blonde locks whispering against his face as he did so.

“Mmm...? La...Lawliet...”

“That's it. Only you are able to call me by that name.” he whispered into her ear, then lightly bit the lobe.

“Ah! Lawliet!!” she cried, gripping, clawing at his shirt, eager to run her hands over the firm muscles underneath. “Lawliet! My Lawliet. Misa's Lawliet.”

“Yes...” he breathed, slowly beginning to slide his hands up her arms and giving her shoulders a squeeze. “Say it again.” he commanded, his tone sonorous and gentle.

“Lawliet...!” Misa mewled, her hips squirming in anticipation.

“Good. It sounds good on you, Misa...” he uttered, sending his hands down the length of her arms, aching to explore more of her.

“Touch me,” she gasped, “Please. I want you to touch me,” Her voice bordered on the line of a whine as she covered his hands with hers and led them to the right side of her chest, right above her heart.

“Please...,” she uttered, her voice wavering as if on the verge of tears, “take he bruises away, Lawliet...”

“Misa...,” her name tumbled from his lips without realizing. There were many words and phrases rushing through his mind that he wanted to say to reassure her she was in good hands, to let her know that she would be fine, to make it clear that he was there to protect her. Yet he could not locate his voice to speak them all at once.

As if his hands could speak those unborn words for him, he gingerly trailed them down over her soft curves and cupped them gently through the fabric of his shirt that Misa wore.

Immediately, she became engulfed within his embraces and closed her eyes. She dropped her arms to her sides and allowed him full access to her bosom.

Slowly, L sat up, bringing her to her knees so that she straddled him and lightly claimed her lips.

As he did, he gave her one more squeeze before sending his hands to the hem of the shirt. Using his forefinger and thumb on both hands, he lifted the fabric up to her neck; gazing enticingly at the rosy nipples that looked back at him.

One of the most delicate parts of her body appeared perfect and flawless, causing the cuts and bruises tattooed about her stomach and waist clear and vulnerable.
Carefully, L clasped his mouth over a nipple and suckled.

85% of him still couldn't believe this was happening, while the remaining 25% didn't bother with the details of logic and only focused on caring for her.

A throaty moan tore from Misa as her head lolled back, indulging in perfect solace. Every pain she had caused by Light was whisked away within that moment and hungrily, she pleaded for more.

And more.

Her head swam with delectable bliss she never imagined to be so real; a tenderness that she actually deserved.

Honest affection.

True affection.

"Lawliet..." she cooed, running her hands over his broad shoulders and trailing them into his hair.
Earnestly, she gripped a handful of his dark tresses, egging him on even further.

All it took was the sound of his name spilling from her lips in such a yearning and desperate melody and his body began moving of its own accord.
One hand covered a breast, then teased the nipple between two fingers while his other hand tapered mischievously down over her abdomen.

He paused momentarily, waiting for her to react, but all he heard was the whisper of his name and that only encouraged him further.

Softly, he recaptured her mouth with his and traced his venturing hand over the rim of her panties.
Using only his pinky and thumb, he expanded the lacy fabric just enough to discreetly slip his other three fingers inside. The two shorter digits parted her petals, allowing his middle finger to roam freely against her moistening womanhood.

Her body jumped slightly from the feeling and she gripped his hair tautly.
When she gave no retaliation, he deepened their kiss and stroked her teasingly.

Misa moaned loudly into their kiss as L continued to let his curiosity get the better of him, learning the feel of her.
Then suddenly, he stopped.
Breaking the kiss, his low voice murmured against her mouth,sounding mildly cautious, "Misa, you didn't tell me you were a..."
"I'm not," she concluded in a swift breath.
Not understanding, L tapped the thin covering that would prove otherwise. "Then why is..."
"Lightcouldneverbreakitthat'swhy," she corrected rapidly all at once.

Hearing this, a deep chortle thrived in his throat as he resisted the urge to burst out laughing at Light's expense. But he couldn't help but wonder. If Misa meant what he thought she did towards Light's endowment, or lack thereof, then in that respect, L would undoubtedly split her in half.

"Just...what are you thinking, Lawliet?" she breathed, catching on to his bemused train of thought.
The sweet sound of his name brought his focus back to the cute young woman before him and he shrugged. “Something of rather...large importance...that will be handled at a later date.”
Smiling, he claimed her lips again, instinctively nibbling on her bottom lip, while leading his finger rhythmically within her depths.

A sharp gasp flew from her and she clutched his hair even tighter.
That encouragement alone was all he needed to be confident about his ministrations enough to take her right at that moment, but there was no need to rush things.

Murmuring her name, he snaked his tongue into her mouth and tauntingly pinched a nipple while he brushed his finger against her small nub until she broke the kiss with a hungry cry.

"Lawliet! Yes! You're so good at this...! Faster!" she instructed, resulting in L doing just as she desired.

Before long, he could feel her moistened walls contracting at a rapid rate and knew what that entailed.

Mischievously, he lifted his mouth to her ear and teased the lobe with a flick of his tongue.
His warm breath tickled her as he sighed amorously into her ear.
"Misa..."
"Nnn Law...Lawliet...!"
"Come for me, Misa," L purred breathlessly into her ear.
That alone was all it took as she whimpered his name while her building climax overtook her; coating his finger in its creamed honey.
"Good...that's it, Misa." L coaxed, slowing his finger's pace.
"Ahh..." Misa panted, her face red with a rosy blush as her sensual high began to simmer.
Her eyes glazed with intoxicated seduction, but she quickly shut them when she caught the blurred glimpse of L draw his finger into his mouth to sample her taste.

"S-so embarrassing..." she whispered, turning an even darker shade of crimson..

She had been so submerged within her own world, she hardly noticed his body position shift beneath her.
But she did notice the sudden spark that coursed through her body from the touch of his hand on her thigh.

Stealthily, both his hands traveled upto her waist and moved her delicately on top of him as he laid on his back.

With delicate precision, L slid off her undergarment, then laid her on her back.

Her ripened petals dripped with a hot nectar that L curiously, and thoroughly investigated.

Before she could even utter a syllable, his tongue began lapping experimentally at her folds in long, steady strokes.

“N..no..” Misa whined, keeping her eyes shut from the embarrassment, “D..don't stare at it like that, Lawliet... you're making me blush...!”

“You're quite attractive when you blush, Misa. Sexiness is a very becoming look on you,” he commented in-between licks.

Needless to say, her carmine blush only intensified, but a large and satisfied smile began to slither across her face.

While she was occupied with her embarrassment, L carefully led a hand over in the direction of where his cake was and shoved his finger into it.

Withdrawing it, the digit was smothered in rich delectable frosting, in which he skillfully spread it along her entrance; keeping his eyes on her as he devoured her.

A whimpering moan quivered from her and her body shook from the raw satisfaction she was receiving.

Wanting to steal a peek, she opened her eyes slowly to watch him, but ended up widening them twice their normal size from the sight of him staring straight at her.

Coyly, she managed to look away and shut her eyes again, gaining an amused chuckle out of L.
“You are very cute, Misa,” he smirked, beginning to suckle her, extracting the warm sweetness.

It was all too much, she couldn't keep it all inside. But she was loving every second of it.

She never knew L was so skilled. Or maybe, his techniques weren't techniques at all and were all natural?

But all of that left her mind when the familiar haze of sensual pressure numbed every other sense she had.
When L deciphered her pleasure built to its maximum, he withdrew his mouth from her moistness and slid two fingers within her.
"Come, Misa," he encouraged, in a deep, husky whisper.
That was all she could take.
Crying out his name, she did as he desired and collapsed against his chest, panting heavily.

"Misa..." L called softly, running a hand through her scattered locks. " Misa, are you alright?"
She couldn't answer.
A budding sob caught in her throat and hot tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, lightly dappling L's shirt.
"Misa..." he urged calmly, leading her face upwards to meet his searching eyes.
"I... I'm fine. I'm just... so happy... I've never felt so happy...!" she cried, slightly shaking while clutching at his chest.
Her sudden wave of emotions took the detective by surprise, but the weight of her sincere words caused a small smile to form along his lips.

Good, he hadn't hurt her. Perhaps from healing her heart, the remaining bruises would soon fade as well.
Silently, he spread his arms around her shaking form and hugged her warmly, sincerely.

"Come on. Let's get some sleep, Misa." he offered. When she nodded in agreement, he brought her down into the bedsheets with him.

Giving her a reassuring soft smile, he turned on his side, with his back facing to her.

Silence threaded between them as she stared aimlessly into the wrinkles of his shirt and jeans. He could have taken advantage of her, but he didn't. And above that, he proved that he actually did care about her and that she was precious.

She was capable of being loved.

Loved? She knew she was at least cared for. Maybe she was getting a bit too ahead of herself too soon thinking about instant love, but it was still a very beautiful and wonderful thought.

"Thank you" she muttered, snuggling up against his back and clutching the back of his shirt cutely.

Fairly intrigued by her innocent behavior, L glanced over his shoulder at her. Her expressive honey-brown eyes were settled on a spot his couldn't place at the moment, seeming very distant as they battled with the tell-tale signs of fatigue.

Once he was sure she was asleep, he turned discreetly, allowing enough space for her to grasp at his shirt and for him not to lay on her hands.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, and placed a feathery kiss on her forehead before turning out the light and allowing himself a few moments of peace before his eyes became adjusted to the darkened room.

And stared into nothingness.
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So, how do you like that?

TO BE CONTINUED!!