Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ True Affection ❯ A Meeting ( Chapter 13 )

True Affection

Chapter 13

 

Vibrant sounds of life reverberated throughout the city streets as various individuals carried on with their normal hustle and bustle. Children squealed and played while they ran by, leaving their parents with the reluctant responsibility to scold them. A light, warm smile touched Misa's glossed lips while she watched the mischievous children through turquoise eyes. Humming a jubilant tune to herself, she happily made her way down one of the busiest streets in town. Today was her boyfriend's birthday, and she wanted to get him the closest-to-perfect present that her money could buy.

 

Months had passed since the young woman had to forfeit ownership of her Death Note and had forgotten anything and everything affiliated with the otherworldly object. She had forgotten about her affiliation with Rem, her infatuations with Light, and most importantly, the real name of the man she loved. She remembered that she and L were in a relationship of sorts and she cared for him greatly. But she could never understand why whenever she called him Amai, he would stare into space with a distant look on his face before responding to her. Whenever she asked, he did not answer her. It had become such a normal expectancy, that she grew tired of reiterating the same questions and went on about her day. As time had continued on, October had crept up on the both of them and she was more than eager to buy him a surprise gift. He had constantly refused, but Misa was strongly determined to do things her own way.

 

OoO

 

Earlier that day:

 

“But why? Why don't you want Madeline to get you a gift???” Misa inquired in a sweet tone that mimicked a childlike innocence. She and L were downstairs in the large area where the monitors over-populated the room. She stood a short distance behind him while his back was turned to her, perched in his usual chair. L wasn't trying to be rude nor was he trying to ignore her, but he had other issues on his mind and dealing with the trivial traditions of this particular day was not one of them. At least, not in the way Misa thought.

 

“Amai??” She continued, hands placed on her hips, ruffling her frilly gothic skirt—one that he bought for her a while ago. Her significant other remained silent for a moment, eying the screens, before a sigh drifted from between his lips, cracking the silence. “Honestly, Madeline, I don't really care what you get for me today,” he muttered in his usual monotone. Lazily, he lifted a finger to punch in a few buttons on the console, not removing his eyes from his work. HE had been involved in so many lately. Misa didn't even know what case he was involved in now. The Kira case hadn't been completely solved, even though it was staged to look like Light took the fall. L knew that his intellectual counterpart was wandering the earth someplace and each time the thought wavered into his mind, the more uncomfortable he became. He then began to immerse himself deeper into other cases, those that were abandoned as well as fresh ones as if they were a simple review for a test. He was determined to settle this Kira issue once and for all.

 

No, not Kira, with Light. Never before had a case taken such a personal turn for him. This was one investigation that he had gotten neck deep in and there was no getting out until he pulled the plug himself.

 

“Amai, ” Misa began, slightly leaning forward in a cute way, out of habit. Even though he was not looking at her, she still felt the urge to do it. He would often chuckle at how cute she looked whenever she did. However this time was a sharp contrast in difference and she was not comfortable with it in the least. “did you hear Madeline??”

“No,” he responded instantly; not a hint of guilt on his tongue. Yet, Misa continued on casually.

“Are you ignoring her?”

“No. I just wasn't listening,” L stated simply, then took a quick sip from his teacup, “Listen, Misa, right now isn't a good time to...” he trailed off in as he turned in his chair to face her direction. Only, she now stood directly in front of him. His dark eyes traveled hesitantly to meet with hers as if he were a child reluctant to receive a scolding from his mother. And from the way his disheveled tresses messily framed his face, his features were given the illusion of an innocent young boy. But Misa's malcontented expression did not alter. Without a word, she snatched the teacup out of his grasp, splashing her arm and his toes in the process.

 

“Misa, what do you think you're doing?” L muttered in a flat tone, barely moving his lips. “

Saving you! You can thank me later!”

“What,” L inquired without much passion. His disinterested tone provoked Misa even further. Not wasting anther word on him, she brought the cup to her mouth and loudly started gulping down the syrupy substance. “Mi--” L trailed off, watching his girlfriend in awe. A slight chuckle soon bloomed in his throat from the comical determination on her face, as well as the obvious disgusted grimace she was making.

 

He had added at least 17 cubes of sugar to that tea... After 5 seconds went by, he was truly amazed that she hadn't sputtered it out yet.

“PFFFTTT!!” Misa spat, unable to gulp down the remainder of the liquid sugar. So much for that. “Ugh! How can you drink so much of this sludge!?”

“I've already told you why and how I am able to drink it and you wasted it...”

“Oh …! Be...! Quiet!!” she wheezed, then slammed the cup down, “If you weren't going to listen to me, I had to take away any and all distractions! Your eyes aren't looking anyplace else now, are they??”

 

L said nothing and stared at her blankly as if she had just announced she won all the money in the world and was going to rule the universe next week. The thought crossed his mind to advert his eyes away just to spite her, but he kept his now undivided attention locked within those azure-lensed orbs of hers. “No. My eyes are only on you, my Madeline. So, what is it you deem so important to rob me of my morning tea?”

“You shouldn't work on your birthday!!” Misa blurted out, her tone littered with concern, “What have you ever done to celebrate your birthday, Amai? You told me that all you did was solve cases, that you didn't go out, or be given any presents!!!”

He simply stared at her, a gesture that would be considered as a blink, “Your point?”

“Birthdays are supposed to be fun, warm and full of those who care about you, not sitting in front of a row of monitors dealing with work!!” Misa exclaimed with heartfelt conviction. L was taken aback by her words but his expression remained unlabeled. To him a birthday was just an ordinary day, despite the fact that the same date his birthday fell on was considered, by most, a holiday. “I understand your feelings, Misa, but I don't need any gifts to prove that it is my birthday. I have you, I don't need anything more, especially not something you bought from a store. Nothing you give me can replace your value to me.”

“...Amai...” she whispered. Even she couldn't deny the mush.

“Aaaand in addition to you, I have the trick-or-treaters to look forward to stopping by tonight,” L added, with a hint of a smile.

“Ohhh, you're unbelievable!! Are sweets all you have on the brain?!” Misa quipped, extending her arms in exasperation. To this, L simply stared at her; his irises softening with an innate gentleness. Discreetly, he slid out of his seat and stood ; even hunched over, he still towered over the petite girl. With a delicate touch, he glided the tips of two fingers beneath her chin and cupped it, smoothing his thumb over her lips. “Yes,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her softly. It was a tender gesture that blossomed into a deeper meaning more than the small sliver of time that was allotted to it. L was the first to slightly pull away; just enough to be able to observe her gentle face while still able to feel her delicate breath against his lips. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was still shaped in the indentation of his affection. She looked so innocent with her cherub-like features entranced by his kiss. She was his. All his. And he was selfishly not letting go.

 

“Nn?” Misa breathed when she didn't feel the press of L's lips against hers. Gingerly, her eyes fluttered open to behold him. His obscure dusky orbs lingered about the tint of her turquoise lenses. Although the color against her skin brightened the sight of her, whenever L saw them, he would usually make a face. With a light sigh, he rested his forehead against hers and poked at her cheek with a finger. “I really wish you would stop wearing those.”

“I knoooowww, but Madeline knows they look good on her! Besides, she needed to wear a bright color for her evening photo shoot!”

“You could have taken them off for me.”

“How badly do you want Madeline to remove them?”

“Very much, but I'm afraid the choice is hers.”

“Then she will take them out if it will make Amai happy.”

His features faltered for only a brief second, but he agreed. “Very well. But you can do it later,” he smirked faintly, reaching to to grasp her by the shoulders. Surprised, her large eyes looked up at him, but they swiftly closed when he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I can be a very patient man,” he whispered, trailing his mouth down her nose, to her lips, where he consumed them, enjoying the cherry flavored lip gloss that was spread there. “Mmnn...” Misa sighed, slipping her arms around his neck.

 

Mere seconds of indulging in such a sweet embrace melted into hours of cherished and affectionate love making. Afterwards, the two of them laid basking in a mutual glow of acceptance and fondness. Misa had never had a lover like L, and she took great joy in the way he not only explored her body, but knew how to touch her heart and soul as well. As for L, he had never met nor been with a woman like Misa, who made him feel extraordinary for just being in her presence, and in her arms. As they lay encircled in the other's embrace, L trailed his wary eyes from her slumbering form to the ceiling above. Countless thoughts went through his head that ranged from random jumbled of nonsense, his new life with Misa and Light's next move. Although made him feel a bit awkward to be in his detective mindset after making love to Misa, a detective was who he was and that would never change.

 

“Mm...” Misa moaned, stirring in her sleep. L's attention immediately darted to her as she snuggled closer against his chest. “ Mmnn...Lawliet...” she murmured and his eyes instantly went wide from what he thought he heard. Excited, and somewhat fearful, he sat up and lifted her by the shoulders. “Misa. Misa, wake up!”

“Huh?” She questioned drowsily, opening one eye at him. “What is it?”

“What did you just say?”

She blinked, then paused. It was evident that she was rethinking her last statement in relevance to what he could be seeking and hesitantly answered, “ 'What is it' ?” she wondered sleepily.

“No. Before that. What did you say? Tell me the name.”

“Huh? What name?? I... I asked you 'what time is it',” she responded candidly; her large eyes studying him curiously, “Is something wrong with the time?” Silent, L considered her words. Because she was laying so closely against him, her speech was obstructed. Perhaps he only heard what he wanted to hear? Maybe he wanted to hear it too desperately.

 

When he gave no verbal response, Misa placed her hands atop his and tilted her head to the side. Her tussled locks floated over her shoulders and down her back as she scooted closer to him, “Amai? What is it? You're starting to scare me a little.”

“Sorry,” he replied promptly before peering down at her; his dark eyes appearing like hollow voids. Her breath hitched in her throat from how eerily distant he appeared. What happened to him? Did she say something wrong? Hesitant, she parted her small lips to voice her concerns, but before she could breathe a question, he seamlessly eased back into his casual demeanor. And just as quickly, Misa visibly relaxed. A hint of a thin smile touched his lips as he brought her hand to it and kissed it. “I am sorry to concern you, my Madeline.,” he murmured against the lucid skin, “And I also apologize for waking you. We can go back to bed now.”

“Nopey nope,” the girl cutely replied, shaking her head and beginning to move away from him, “Misa said she was going to get Amai his present today, and Madeline's words are final!!”

“Madeliiine...” L drawled in a flat tone in an attempt to sound needy, while snaking his arms around her shoulders. “Don't go... I told you I didn't need anything specific from you to buy me. I have everything I could need with you...” he murmured, his words tickling her skin and causing her to giggle. When she didn't retaliate, L mischievously lured her back down to the bed. In love with his touch as well as the attention he was giving her, Misa eagerly laid back into the welcoming softness of the bedsheets and encircled her arms around his neck. “Fine, you win, for now,” she snickered, nuzzling her nose against his, and earning a slightly amused sound from him, “Madeline will give Amai the very best present she can with her body and her love.”

“You can never do that,” L stated, barely moving his lips as he gazed down at her brightened features. Confused, the girl blinked and cupped her boyfriend's cheeks in her palms. “Why does Amai say that?” The faint flicker of hesitation flashed behind her lenses. “Is Madeline's love and devotion not good enough?”

“Absolutely not. You couldn't be more wrong,” L corrected; feeling a warm twinge in his heart from the smile she gave, “I have too much care and emotion towards you. I wouldn't want your best to be a one time occurrence only. I don't need the best money can buy, only Misa, and all of Misa, herself.”

“Amai... That was so sweeeet!! Come here!!” she chirped, pulling his face down to meet with hers. L barely could utter a sound from the sudden action, but his lips instantly responded when Misa's touched them. Within the beat of that dissolving second, L claimed her mouth; allowing his tongue to do battle with hers in the most candid and intricate of ways. She was the only one who witnessed him like this and he couldn't settle for anyone else. She was the only one he enabled to see and feel him, all of him, so uninhibited and sincere. While he hungered for her, his actions never were recklessly carnal. While he loved her, his ministrations were never overly saccharine.

 

Tranquil mewls of satisfaction and yearning fluttered from Misa as her lover became one with her. Her body bounced eagerly atop his while her hands clawed at the sheets. A throaty groan drifted from him as he slowed his pace within her, teasing her; a handful of her silken locks clutched in one hand as he pulled her head back. The bed creaked in an uneven rhythm beneath them; the windows fogged. One of the bracelets that Misa had removed that lay buried in the covers was jostled to the floor, and soon after the two of them followed suit. Still wrapped somewhat in the sheets, L made sure to take the brunt of the fall, then flipped Misa onto her back. His reentry had her whimpering for more and her hands instinctively went for his disheveled tresses. He bit back a moan from the gesture and fought the urge to sound his appeasement when she began to massage his scalp with her fingers.
“Amai...” she called breathlessly before pressing her lips to his ear and nibbling on it. A sharp hiss sparked from L, masking his retaliation to the name said in such a way, causing Misa to instantly think it was from the bite. Apologetically, she kissed it lightly, but all sense of focus began to leave her from the brush of a specific spot within her that made her hug him close. “Ahhh..! Ryuzaki...!” she whined, rolling her head from side to side, clutching him dearly. In pulse with his venture to her core, L desperately wanted her to call him by his actual name. They had been together for almost a whole year and she had called him nothing but his code name and that accursed nickname that he had grown to abhor. There was only one instance she had called him by his given name while they were engaged in loving passion and that was only moments before she had to forfeit her Death Note and forgot all memories relating to it as well as its usage. Such a sweet pleasure, he had taken for granted, all because of his love for her. His still selfish, selfish love. But just once more he wished he could hear those tender lips of hers breathe his name between them. However, it was a risk he did not want to gamble just yet.

 

The sudden shudder of Misa's body drove him out of his distant thoughts and swiftly calmed him as he felt the flooding warmth of her release envelop him. Without wasting another second, he took hold of her shoulders and gifted her with the greatest showcase of love his being would allow. “Oh! Yes! Please! Make me.... again!” she urged, raising her hips into the tempo of his powerful thrusts. Even within the heat of their impassioned moment, L found her avoiding a specific word cute, and even more, enticing. “Make you what again, Misa?”

“M...ah...!” she stammered; her eyes shut, her brows furrowed in childish frustration and her cheeks tinted rose. “N-no...Don't make me say it!”

“Make you say what? This seems to be particularly difficult for you... Perhaps I should recede in my actions...” he teased, slowing his pace to a near crawl. “No! Wait!” Misa retorted, clutching him tightly, which made him chuckle even more, “Make me....” she trailed off again. A beat passed before she snapped her eyes open and yanked him by the hair.

“Ow!”

“Make me scream, okay??! Make me say your name over and over until I crack the windows!” she argued, her nose a mere half inch away from his. “Please...” she repeated, her eyes fleeting between his, “I want it, all of it!” she confessed in a burst of emotion, her words practically stringing together. From hearing that, something within L clicked and the next thing either of them knew, Misa's wrists were pinned to the carpet while her boyfriend delved feverishly into her. His breaths were deep and ragged while hers were punctuated with her last 3 words.

 

But in L's mind, he heard differently; that deception towards himself the exact illusion he needed to fully indulge in her and expel his withheld desire deep within her. As the last ripple of the sparking sensations ebbed, L fell to his side next to her and cupped her cheeks. “Misa...” he murmured, bringing her mouth to his and kissing her fiercely. Even though what he heard was a false delusion, he couldn't stop himself for feeling thankful that it could have come from those exact same lips that he loved. In his heart, he would always hear that word.

 

“Lawliet.”

 

A faint smile laced his lips from the sweet lie. Holding Misa tight, he allowed his eyes to close; something he only did with her in precious moments like these. In the gentle drops of the passing seconds, L had drifted off into a slumber. Hours later, when he awakened, his head immediately turned towards the spot Misa was earlier. However, now, she wasn't. His wary features shifted to one of faint disappointment. With a sigh, he clumsily pushed himself up from the floor and held a hand to his spinning head. Glancing to the bed, he noticed a scrap of paper and a piece of wrapped candy. Instantly, his long fingers reached out to claim the treat and he popped it in his mouth a second after unraveling its wrappings. Once the creamy flavor of it layered his tongue, he picked up the note and read it carefully.

 

“Dear sweet, delicious Amai,

 

Your naughty Madeline has gone into town in search of a gift for you anyway! So don't try to talk her out of it or try to sleep with her again to make her not buy you something! Be back later tonight!!

 

Love,

Madeline”

 

At this, L laughed out loud. He had wanted to get the idea of buying him a present out of her head no matter what. But in the end, Misa still got her way. Shaking his head in disbelief, he dropped the note back atop the bed, then wrapped the sheets around his waist. Still chuckling to himself, he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the steam from the water drifted into his nose, he shook his head again and scratched the back of his neck.

 

Just what was he going to do with that girl?

 

OoO

 

Misa happily hummed another tune to herself as she walked down the street, hands folded cutely behind her back. She had passed many different clothing and tea shops, even high end coffee shops, but none of them matched her interests of the perfect gift for L. And because of the trick or treaters later that night, L would already have his share of sweets and candy. The thought to just buy him more anyway crossed her mind as she approached a corner bakery. Becoming frustrated, she pouted. This was harder than she thought! Maybe she shouldn't have been so hardheaded and stayed with L anyway since he said she was his perfect gift. Pausing in her steps, Misa frowned with a sigh. If only she were made out of some sort of confection, then she would really be the perfect gift for him.

“But then, he would gobble up all of Misa...” she uttered to herself, placing a finger to her mouth in deliberation. Then a blush crept itself across her face as the memories of the first night he used that cake to...

 

Blushing wildly now, she pressed her hands to her cheeks and shook the memory from her head. “I shouldn't be thinking about cakes at a time like this!!” she groused and began to take a step forward when a light bulb went off in her head. Whipping around, she gazed at the bakery in awe as her devious thoughts formulated into an even more devious plan. She knew of the PERFECT way to make this day the best birthday for her boyfriend and dashed inside.

 

About half an hour later, she skipped merrily out of the shop and jumped up and down in her triumph. Passing couples and mothers with their children whispered amongst themselves at the girl's bizarre behavior but she paid them little mind. A luminous glimmer sparkled over her azure lenses, accenting her brilliant smile tenfold. L was going to LOVE her gift, she just knew it! The only downside was that she had to wait about 5 hours for it to be completed. She had no idea what she could do for about that long. In fact, her photo shoot would only last 1 ½ hours, 2 at most later that evening, but she would still have 3 hours to kill. Her mind flickered over to spending more time with L, but she wanted his gift to be as much as a surprise as possible. If she went to visit him now, she knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to withhold her excitement and blurt out her plans to him. It would be a much better idea for her to linger around in town for a while.

 

With a pleasant sigh, Misa lifted her hands over her head in an accomplished stretch. Today was shaping up to be a pretty tremendous day! Jubilant, she lifted her eyes to the matching sky above. It was almost as if she were giving thanks to the vast entity for the turnout of the day's events. In silent reply, a warm glint from the sun brushed over her pale face, causing her to recoil from the brightness. When she regained her sight, the first place her eyes rested on was a small cafe. “é–€ ã® å…‰ (Door of Light)" was its title. The name seemed a little odd, but fancy. Strangely, an image of her boyfriend flashed through her mind and her fists tightened. She felt drawn to that name and she didn't know why. She never told L, but for a series of months now, she had felt a connection towards almost anything or anyone with a name that began with L. But because her boyfriend was the only individual she knew of that began with that letter, she surmised that it just meant that she was fated to be with L in the first place.

 

She took a step towards the cafe in intrigue, but soon stopped herself. Cutely, she shook her head. “Misa doesn't like cafes!” she reminded herself, “Although Misa is hungry... She'll go to a restaurant instead.” With that decided, she merrily made her way past the establishment.

 

“Misa? Misa Amane??”

 

The girl froze in her tracks. Needless to say, she didn't get very far when the hesitant call of her name brimmed her ears. Quickly, she turned to face the caller and her eyes shrank in size from the sight before her. A rather tall young man in a black dress shirt with matching slacks stood, nearly panting as if he had just came bustling out of the cafe she passed. His rich dark hair was slightly mussed and almost reached his shoulders. Misa's breath caught in her throat as she continued to visually devour his presence. Not only was he well dressed as if he were a guest speaker at an important dinner party, but he had the most enchanting dark blue eyes she had ever observed. Noticing his ruffled appearance, the dashing male smoothed his hair back with one hand and coughed nervously. Misa said nothing while she watched this handsome young man approach her in what seemed to be in captivating slow motion.

 

“I apologize for startling you, but, you are Misa Amane right?” He questioned, his apparent awkwardness showing through his smiles. Switching into career mode, Misa held out her hand, to which he eagerly took. “Hi! Yes, I'm Misa Amane! Are you one of Misa's fans and followers?”

The young man took this question as a compliment and shook her hand agreeably, “Oh yes, very much! I can't believe I'm actually talking to THE Misa Amane!”

“Haha, well, yes, that's Misa! A big surprise in a cute little package! But Misa loves the support from all her fans! They are what keep her going!”

“Really? I'm so honored to actually meet you! Say, would you mind having a bite to eat with me??”

Misa blinked, thinking nothing of the question, but amused that he seemed to be hungry at the same time she was. Smiling brightly, she nodded, “Oh, not at all! Misa would love to have a meal with a fan! And you seem like a really dedicated one to Misa!”

“Oh, I am!” he beamed, “Where would you want to go?”

“Not to a cafe! If you don't mind, that is. Misa would like to go someplace nice. Have you ever heard of--”

Misa stopped abruptly as the familiar jingle of a familiar song fluttered into her ears. “Oh! It's my cell! Excuse me!” she stated and fished around in her purse for it. Dark blue observed her closely as she reached into her bag. Upon grabbing the item, she snapped it open and held it to her ear with two fingers; a habit she picked up from a certain someone.

“Hello???

“Madeline, what have you gotten into now?”

“Ohhh!” Misa huffed, puffing her cheeks out in mock frustration, “ Nothing for Amai to worry about!! Are you working...???”

“Yes,” he confessed shamelessly.

“Ahhh, Madeline can't believe you! But Madeline will talk to Amai later. She is meeting with a fan right now.”

“A fan?” L mirrored, his tone indicating one of suspicion, as well as interest. And for one time out of the contrast of many others was he grateful for not giving in and enlightening her of his name a second time. Although the two of them could not die from any Death Notes or any other outside forces that weren't natural causes, L knew that Light was still out there. And he didn't want Misa to learn of his name, start calling him that, although he would love it, and then blurt that name out to the wrong person she thought to be innocent. And knowing Light, writing his name down would be top priority. And once the murderer found out that just writing Lawliet's name down would fail to have any effect on ceasing his life, then other methods would be utilized in high volume and rapid succession. L had worked too hard to secure his secrecy and he would not lose his life so easily. He trusted Misa, but not her mouth sometimes.

 

“What are you thinking?” Misa questioned in response to L's sudden silence, “And Madeline got you a present anyway! But if she keeps talking to you, she will spill her secret! So Madeline is leaving now!! Bye, Amai!!!” she chirped, closing the phone. “Sorry about that!!!” she blushed, returning her phone to her purse and flicking a loose lock of hair out of her face. “Misa's boyfriend is worried about her. But there is nothing to worry about!”

“Hmmm...” the male responded, sounding uninterested. Realizing her folly, Misa quickly apologized and posed sweetly. “So, shall we? Oh! What did you say your name was again?”

Laughing lightly from her enthusiasm, the male awarded her with a million dollar smile; the hair in his eyes only amplifying his matured appearance.

“Luz. Luz Do sol.”

 

OoO

 

To be continued!!

 

Gah! This was supposed to only be one chapter because I wanted chapter 13 as an epilogue chapter. But it seems I may have at least one more to go to finish this story.