Kids, Chapter 10
May. 19th, 2007 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunmoonandspoonI am so sorry this took so long. It's been nearly a month and I need to be shot. Things have been very hectic lately, and they're only just starting to slow down. I wrote most of this in between customers at my temp job, so here's hoping that my own editing and my beta's help have rendered it readable! (Well, more than that. I think it's good, actually. Yes, I have an ego.) Anyway, on with the show!
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Kids
Chapter Ten - Papaya
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It's 4 AM and the taskforce hasn't left yet, 4 AM and Sachiko's still staring at the clock, not sleeping. She had planned to conk out before her husband joined her, to avoid a ridiculous confrontation where she'll sound like she's lying when she really is not. She hasn't done anything Soichiro could possibly object to, the worst she's done is make Ryuzaki sick and oh God she hopes he's okay. He could be. Perhaps it only hit him lightly, and he had sense enough to sleep it off so as not to make it worse.
Bullshit. He's probably coughing up blood.
4:30 comes and Soichiro fills the doorway, apologizes for it going on so long. "Ryuzaki seems to have become the final word on everything, so it was difficult to make much progress without him. Light was the only one not dragging his feet and delaying things-his only class tomorrow is at 6 PM, by the way, so he'll be able to get enough sleep. " Sachiko could kiss him for that non sequitur, she loves that he knows what's important to her. But then, he'd have to, they've been married so long.
"That's good," she says, laying back on the pillows and closing her eyes. "Good night, dear. Well, not night but you know what I--"--he grabs her arm.
"Sachiko," he says gruffly. "About what you said before, how did you…how did you know that about Ryuzaki? I don't mean to belabor the point, but you seemed so nervous after you said that, so…I'm curious. Enlighten me, please."
The blood drains out of her face and she knows she needs to calm down, that if she doesn't he will really think she's sinned. "I…" she starts, playing with her hands and sighing loudly. "I inferred it, like you said. It doesn't take a genius, honestly if you look at him for five seconds you'll see what I mean. He's got enormous bags under his eyes, he's pale as death, his posture's terrible, and he went out in the rain without shoes. You don't have to know him well to guess that he doesn't take care of himself!" She sighs again, drums her fingers and says, "honestly Soichiro, this is very offensive! I mean for God's sake, I make one little comment and you jump down my throat. Do you just not trust me, because you can say so if you don't."
"Of course I do, I…" he trails off, he doesn't and he should, she really hasn't done anything to make him suspicious. What right does he have to accuse her of anything, he's the one who's never in the goddamn house-well wait, he hasn't said anything yet. But he will, she's shaking with rage and Soichiro is nothing if not observant. "I hate to make you angry," he says, "but your reaction to this is making me wonder. I just asked you a simple question, Sachi, and you're…well I may as well ask, are you sleeping with him?"
Sachiko tries to control herself, she doesn't punch him but she pinches his arm, hisses loudly. "What did you just say?" she says, thinking maybe she misheard him. She is not married to a jealous freak, she is married to a calm and stable man. "Soichiro, what did you just ask me?"
"It's just that you're reacting so strongly," he says, bowing his head to stay her anger. "It sounds like you're hiding something, you're probably not but just…just tell me you're not sleeping with him so I don't have to think about it, okay?"
"Of course I'm not!" Sachiko snaps, turning away from him, pulling a sheet over her head, she wants to send him to the couch but that's silly. "No," she says, quieter now. "I would never do that to you. I love you."
And then he says, "I love you too," and they proceed to ignore each other for the rest of the night.
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When morning comes she can't take it any longer, her whole sleep is shot with dreams of Ryuzaki. She doesn't care that Soichiro's home now, that she could spend time him for once if she wanted. She doesn't care that he'll suspect her even further if she goes. In a way she almost wants him to, she wants to be caught doing something that up 'til now would never have occurred to her. They are fucking in her head and it is fucking, it's revenge on Soichiro for doubting her after how good she's been, how devoted. And then she remembers who Ryuzaki is, how he's awkward and nervous and strange. If they were to have sex she'd make love to him, show him everything she bets he doesn't know.
She doesn't banish these thoughts, she's still angry and she's been months without sex, this is normal. But she will not allow herself to act on them. She will not betray her husband, and anyway, Ryuzaki's sick. She's going to go take care of him, and that is all that she will do.
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Late morning arrives and L still hasn't slept, no matter what he tries he can't shut down. It's important that he does, he knows that he won't recover quickly without rest. He doesn't have time to be sick right now, but to his body and his brain this doesn't matter. His head still feels like it's being steadily beaten with a sledgehammer, he's not getting up any time soon.
A knock on the door makes the whole thing worse, and it doesn't stop when he ignores it. Resentment boils and he knows he's being ridiculous; he just hates that he has to make his way to the door. Every step takes decades, he is panting and exhausted by the time he arrives. "H-hello…?" he croaks, leaning against the wall to support himself. "Who's there?"
"Sachiko," she says, and it takes him a minute to decide if he should let her in or not. They know he's sick but they don't know how badly, and he doesn't like the idea of her reporting to her son that he's pathetic. But time passes and she knocks again, he lets her in.
"Are you feeling better?" he asks, coughing harshly despite vain attempts to suppress it. "You look much better…is there any special reason why you're here?"
She shakes her head and frowns at him with great concern. "Oh, Ryuzaki…" she sighs. "You look awful. I'm so sorry; I made you sick…I should have thought of that before I came over earlier. And this is taking time away from the investigation, oh…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
L shrugs and says he's fine, tries to make it seem as if his trip back to the couch is not a trek. "There wasn't any need for you to come," he says. "You were just recently sick yourself, you should still be resting, and even if you won't I…" He stops, coughs again and lays down, hugs himself to keep from shaking. "Y-you…don't have to be sorry…it's okay, I'm okay."
He gives up talking, bursts out coughing again. "You know," Sachiko says, ignoring his platitudes and sitting down so his head touches her thigh. "I've never once seen you lying down. I almost didn't think you did that."
And that makes him feel just terrible, first off she sees him as inhuman, and second, he really shouldn't be lying down. He can't think straight in this position, maybe since he's sick he can't anyway, but this isn't helping. He should be probing her for facts on Light, using her and not…not having such a keen awareness of her thigh against his scalp. "I guess," he croaks, coughing harder. "I do though, as you can see."
"There's a bed in here," she says, gesturing towards the perfectly made bed, mint and hotel business card still lying on the pillow. The answer is obvious but anyway she asks, "do you ever use that?"
"No," he mutters, wondering if the heat from her leg will make his head hurt more or less. "There's too much pressure to go to sleep, then. I'd rather not think too much about my failures."
Sachiko nods, says "okay then," and proceeds to lift his head into her lap. He ignores the stab of pain that movement causes him, tries instead to figure out just why she's done this thing. He claws for maternal associations, at least that would make some sense, but his mother never did this. This is a woman's lap. Shit.
"The elevation should help you breathe better," Sachiko says, stroking his hair (which is disgusting, when was the last time he bathed, what will she think?!) "It seems like you're having some trouble with that."
He accedes to this and it scares him, this disease is in his lungs. And he caught it from Sachiko, hadn't she just had a cold? Clearly it's hit him much worse, but what can result from that? Pneumonia? No, he'd know if he were that sick. Maybe it's a different bug, something he caught by coincidence. Influenza maybe? Something worse? He should probably go to a doctor, but it's not like he has time. He needs to be well enough to work by tomorrow.
"Try to sleep," Sachiko says, hands still weaving through his filthy hair. "No pressure."
Thank God he's too sick to feel much, thank God he's parted ways with his sexuality long ago. It doesn't mater that his face is mere centimeters away from her nether regions, he doesn't feel anything, right? Right. He'll do his best to go to sleep.
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Hours pass and he's still not sleeping, Sachi's trying to figure out how to gracefully and unobtrusively move. Her legs hurt, and though he does cover his mouth she's getting tired of being coughed on. He's doing this every few seconds now, and some of the fits last a while, so by this point it's pretty much continuous. His throat must be killing him, poor thing. Sachiko finally gets the nerve to stand up when the doorbell rings.
It's Light, and for a moment Sachi's horrified, she thinks her husband's sent her as a spy. But then she remembers they're all working together, that this is probably about the case, not her. The second she relaxes though, she sees Misa behind him, and it takes everything she's got not to pull Light to her chest and order that skankbag away from her baby.
So she's standing smiling like an idiot, wondering if Light will question the fact that she's here. And he does, of course he does, he says "Mom, what are you…?" and stops. It isn't necessary to finish the question, she knows.
"Well," she says, playing with the hair band she's been storing on her wrist. "I heard he was sick, so I thought I'd see if he was alright. Maternal instinct and all that, you know."
"Awww!" squeaks Misa. "That's so sweet! Isn't that sweet Light? Isn't your mother just such a nice person?"
"Yeah, uh, Mom, how'd you know where he was staying?" Light asks, pushing past her and taking off his shoes. She'd forgotten to do that herself, around Ryuzaki manners seem inappropriate, but she does so now so as not to look rude in front of Light.
"Your father told me," Sachiko says. Light eyes her incredulously, and Sachiko tries not to shrink under his gaze. This is Light, her son, the one who had screaming nightmares and wet the bed on a regular basis until he was eight. She will not let herself be intimidated by a single withering look. "What brings the two of you here?" she asks, deflecting things and it sounds like she's blaming him, she feels bad because he's only here to help.
"Dad wanted me to drop off some documents for Ryuzaki," he says, waving a large paper envelope in her direction. "Misa's along for the ride-she didn't have anything better to do. Ryuzaki!" He calls, striding inside with Misa behind him, Sachi grabs her arm. Misa turns around and pulls away,
"Hold on," she says, "I want to talk to you."
Sachi doesn't know what she wants to talk about. All she knows is that it's bad enough Misa's contaminating her baby, she can't stand the idea of this girl getting near Ryuzaki too. Also maybe if she gets to know her, she'll find reasons not to hate her so. Light's not a slave to his hormones, there must be something that he sees in her besides her looks. "We'll go to a nearby coffee shop, I'll buy you something, okay?"
Misa looks decidedly uncomfortable, she's clawing for Light and this makes sense, it's no fun to be stuck hanging out with some old lady-your boyfriend's mom no less. Poor kid. Sachiko really needs to give her a break. Hadn't Soichiro's mother hated her at first? She knows how this is, she can be sympathetic, ease up on the girl. "You can meet up with Light later," she says, smiling wide and meaning it. "They're just going to talk shop anyway. There's no point in sticking around."
The girl's about to protest, she's flailing until Light gives her a look, a signal of sorts. The kid communicates well without words, even Misa who seems rather dense picks up on it. She nods, and follows Sachiko meekly out the room.
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It isn't easy to keep a blank look on his face when he's trying not to run out there and kill his mother. Light thinks that he is showing a remarkable level of self-control and discretion. He would be proud of himself if he didn't have to concentrate on keeping it. He walks inside.
"Ryuzaki," he says, placing the packet on the coffee table and crossing his arms. "I don't mean to be rude, but you're going to have to come back soon. As I'm sure you're aware from watching the video feeds, we're not getting anywhere. So have a look at these documents and see if you can come up with anything to make up for lost time, okay?"
L picks them up with shaking hands, coughs a bit before he talks. "Did you read these, Light?" he asks. And Light shakes his head vigorously, says he was told that they were confidential and that's something he respects. Really, he only didn't look because he had no choice, this was sprung on him so fast he couldn't plan around it. L will check for fingerprints, and if Light didn't hand it in at all they'd know. Just like they'd suspect him if he'd insisted that Misa come inside. He'd agreed to far too much that screwed him over, he's furious and he'll be shocked if he gets out of here without pummeling L.
L sifts through the papers, not giving away the slightest hint as to their contents. His face doesn't change and he is silent save for coughing. This gets Light so mad he almost snaps. How dare L have been telling the truth about his health, how dare he prove Light wrong! But he keeps his muscles locked tight and says nothing. L isn't socially adept enough to note a problem.
After a century or so the disgusting little fuckface speaks, says "Light, I'd like you to know that our suspicion against you has risen by six percent."
"What?" he says, using his panic to appear innocent. He needs to sound as if he's shocked here, like he can't imagine why they would suspect him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks. "Do those papers say something, what did I do?"
"You'll know soon enough," L says, dismissing the subject with a cough and a wave of the hand. Knowing it matters to Light but not caring.
"Okay," he says with a guarded sigh. "That's incredibly unfair, so in retaliation I have something to ask you. What was my mother doing here? She barely knows you, her excuse made no sense and you…do you even know? Did she just show up here?
L nods and says that yes, that's exactly what went down. "She is under the impression that I'm unable to care for myself, and it boosts her self-esteem to do it for me. You and your sister make it clear that you're too grown up for your mother, after all."
"My family life is absolutely none of your business!" Light yells, thinking he can let off some steam with this, but holding back before he hits him. He doesn't care, what he cares about are ruined plans and getting caught, going home and killing off some criminals, but still, it is irritating, it's a reason for his hands to form the fists that they'd been aiming for all day. "Listen," he says, "I have homework to do. I'm out of here."
And so he stomps to the door, leaving L to a fantastically long coughing fit. Light thinks, for a moment, that he should help him, it doesn't look like he can breathe, but then he thinks that if he starts to die, he'll let him.
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It is up to you to decide if you should comment because it is my birthday tomorrow (May 20th) and it will make me happy, or because I will cut you if you don't.
Here is your reward for reading!
1, 2, 3, 4 - Feist
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Kids
Chapter Ten - Papaya
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It's 4 AM and the taskforce hasn't left yet, 4 AM and Sachiko's still staring at the clock, not sleeping. She had planned to conk out before her husband joined her, to avoid a ridiculous confrontation where she'll sound like she's lying when she really is not. She hasn't done anything Soichiro could possibly object to, the worst she's done is make Ryuzaki sick and oh God she hopes he's okay. He could be. Perhaps it only hit him lightly, and he had sense enough to sleep it off so as not to make it worse.
Bullshit. He's probably coughing up blood.
4:30 comes and Soichiro fills the doorway, apologizes for it going on so long. "Ryuzaki seems to have become the final word on everything, so it was difficult to make much progress without him. Light was the only one not dragging his feet and delaying things-his only class tomorrow is at 6 PM, by the way, so he'll be able to get enough sleep. " Sachiko could kiss him for that non sequitur, she loves that he knows what's important to her. But then, he'd have to, they've been married so long.
"That's good," she says, laying back on the pillows and closing her eyes. "Good night, dear. Well, not night but you know what I--"--he grabs her arm.
"Sachiko," he says gruffly. "About what you said before, how did you…how did you know that about Ryuzaki? I don't mean to belabor the point, but you seemed so nervous after you said that, so…I'm curious. Enlighten me, please."
The blood drains out of her face and she knows she needs to calm down, that if she doesn't he will really think she's sinned. "I…" she starts, playing with her hands and sighing loudly. "I inferred it, like you said. It doesn't take a genius, honestly if you look at him for five seconds you'll see what I mean. He's got enormous bags under his eyes, he's pale as death, his posture's terrible, and he went out in the rain without shoes. You don't have to know him well to guess that he doesn't take care of himself!" She sighs again, drums her fingers and says, "honestly Soichiro, this is very offensive! I mean for God's sake, I make one little comment and you jump down my throat. Do you just not trust me, because you can say so if you don't."
"Of course I do, I…" he trails off, he doesn't and he should, she really hasn't done anything to make him suspicious. What right does he have to accuse her of anything, he's the one who's never in the goddamn house-well wait, he hasn't said anything yet. But he will, she's shaking with rage and Soichiro is nothing if not observant. "I hate to make you angry," he says, "but your reaction to this is making me wonder. I just asked you a simple question, Sachi, and you're…well I may as well ask, are you sleeping with him?"
Sachiko tries to control herself, she doesn't punch him but she pinches his arm, hisses loudly. "What did you just say?" she says, thinking maybe she misheard him. She is not married to a jealous freak, she is married to a calm and stable man. "Soichiro, what did you just ask me?"
"It's just that you're reacting so strongly," he says, bowing his head to stay her anger. "It sounds like you're hiding something, you're probably not but just…just tell me you're not sleeping with him so I don't have to think about it, okay?"
"Of course I'm not!" Sachiko snaps, turning away from him, pulling a sheet over her head, she wants to send him to the couch but that's silly. "No," she says, quieter now. "I would never do that to you. I love you."
And then he says, "I love you too," and they proceed to ignore each other for the rest of the night.
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When morning comes she can't take it any longer, her whole sleep is shot with dreams of Ryuzaki. She doesn't care that Soichiro's home now, that she could spend time him for once if she wanted. She doesn't care that he'll suspect her even further if she goes. In a way she almost wants him to, she wants to be caught doing something that up 'til now would never have occurred to her. They are fucking in her head and it is fucking, it's revenge on Soichiro for doubting her after how good she's been, how devoted. And then she remembers who Ryuzaki is, how he's awkward and nervous and strange. If they were to have sex she'd make love to him, show him everything she bets he doesn't know.
She doesn't banish these thoughts, she's still angry and she's been months without sex, this is normal. But she will not allow herself to act on them. She will not betray her husband, and anyway, Ryuzaki's sick. She's going to go take care of him, and that is all that she will do.
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Late morning arrives and L still hasn't slept, no matter what he tries he can't shut down. It's important that he does, he knows that he won't recover quickly without rest. He doesn't have time to be sick right now, but to his body and his brain this doesn't matter. His head still feels like it's being steadily beaten with a sledgehammer, he's not getting up any time soon.
A knock on the door makes the whole thing worse, and it doesn't stop when he ignores it. Resentment boils and he knows he's being ridiculous; he just hates that he has to make his way to the door. Every step takes decades, he is panting and exhausted by the time he arrives. "H-hello…?" he croaks, leaning against the wall to support himself. "Who's there?"
"Sachiko," she says, and it takes him a minute to decide if he should let her in or not. They know he's sick but they don't know how badly, and he doesn't like the idea of her reporting to her son that he's pathetic. But time passes and she knocks again, he lets her in.
"Are you feeling better?" he asks, coughing harshly despite vain attempts to suppress it. "You look much better…is there any special reason why you're here?"
She shakes her head and frowns at him with great concern. "Oh, Ryuzaki…" she sighs. "You look awful. I'm so sorry; I made you sick…I should have thought of that before I came over earlier. And this is taking time away from the investigation, oh…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
L shrugs and says he's fine, tries to make it seem as if his trip back to the couch is not a trek. "There wasn't any need for you to come," he says. "You were just recently sick yourself, you should still be resting, and even if you won't I…" He stops, coughs again and lays down, hugs himself to keep from shaking. "Y-you…don't have to be sorry…it's okay, I'm okay."
He gives up talking, bursts out coughing again. "You know," Sachiko says, ignoring his platitudes and sitting down so his head touches her thigh. "I've never once seen you lying down. I almost didn't think you did that."
And that makes him feel just terrible, first off she sees him as inhuman, and second, he really shouldn't be lying down. He can't think straight in this position, maybe since he's sick he can't anyway, but this isn't helping. He should be probing her for facts on Light, using her and not…not having such a keen awareness of her thigh against his scalp. "I guess," he croaks, coughing harder. "I do though, as you can see."
"There's a bed in here," she says, gesturing towards the perfectly made bed, mint and hotel business card still lying on the pillow. The answer is obvious but anyway she asks, "do you ever use that?"
"No," he mutters, wondering if the heat from her leg will make his head hurt more or less. "There's too much pressure to go to sleep, then. I'd rather not think too much about my failures."
Sachiko nods, says "okay then," and proceeds to lift his head into her lap. He ignores the stab of pain that movement causes him, tries instead to figure out just why she's done this thing. He claws for maternal associations, at least that would make some sense, but his mother never did this. This is a woman's lap. Shit.
"The elevation should help you breathe better," Sachiko says, stroking his hair (which is disgusting, when was the last time he bathed, what will she think?!) "It seems like you're having some trouble with that."
He accedes to this and it scares him, this disease is in his lungs. And he caught it from Sachiko, hadn't she just had a cold? Clearly it's hit him much worse, but what can result from that? Pneumonia? No, he'd know if he were that sick. Maybe it's a different bug, something he caught by coincidence. Influenza maybe? Something worse? He should probably go to a doctor, but it's not like he has time. He needs to be well enough to work by tomorrow.
"Try to sleep," Sachiko says, hands still weaving through his filthy hair. "No pressure."
Thank God he's too sick to feel much, thank God he's parted ways with his sexuality long ago. It doesn't mater that his face is mere centimeters away from her nether regions, he doesn't feel anything, right? Right. He'll do his best to go to sleep.
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Hours pass and he's still not sleeping, Sachi's trying to figure out how to gracefully and unobtrusively move. Her legs hurt, and though he does cover his mouth she's getting tired of being coughed on. He's doing this every few seconds now, and some of the fits last a while, so by this point it's pretty much continuous. His throat must be killing him, poor thing. Sachiko finally gets the nerve to stand up when the doorbell rings.
It's Light, and for a moment Sachi's horrified, she thinks her husband's sent her as a spy. But then she remembers they're all working together, that this is probably about the case, not her. The second she relaxes though, she sees Misa behind him, and it takes everything she's got not to pull Light to her chest and order that skankbag away from her baby.
So she's standing smiling like an idiot, wondering if Light will question the fact that she's here. And he does, of course he does, he says "Mom, what are you…?" and stops. It isn't necessary to finish the question, she knows.
"Well," she says, playing with the hair band she's been storing on her wrist. "I heard he was sick, so I thought I'd see if he was alright. Maternal instinct and all that, you know."
"Awww!" squeaks Misa. "That's so sweet! Isn't that sweet Light? Isn't your mother just such a nice person?"
"Yeah, uh, Mom, how'd you know where he was staying?" Light asks, pushing past her and taking off his shoes. She'd forgotten to do that herself, around Ryuzaki manners seem inappropriate, but she does so now so as not to look rude in front of Light.
"Your father told me," Sachiko says. Light eyes her incredulously, and Sachiko tries not to shrink under his gaze. This is Light, her son, the one who had screaming nightmares and wet the bed on a regular basis until he was eight. She will not let herself be intimidated by a single withering look. "What brings the two of you here?" she asks, deflecting things and it sounds like she's blaming him, she feels bad because he's only here to help.
"Dad wanted me to drop off some documents for Ryuzaki," he says, waving a large paper envelope in her direction. "Misa's along for the ride-she didn't have anything better to do. Ryuzaki!" He calls, striding inside with Misa behind him, Sachi grabs her arm. Misa turns around and pulls away,
"Hold on," she says, "I want to talk to you."
Sachi doesn't know what she wants to talk about. All she knows is that it's bad enough Misa's contaminating her baby, she can't stand the idea of this girl getting near Ryuzaki too. Also maybe if she gets to know her, she'll find reasons not to hate her so. Light's not a slave to his hormones, there must be something that he sees in her besides her looks. "We'll go to a nearby coffee shop, I'll buy you something, okay?"
Misa looks decidedly uncomfortable, she's clawing for Light and this makes sense, it's no fun to be stuck hanging out with some old lady-your boyfriend's mom no less. Poor kid. Sachiko really needs to give her a break. Hadn't Soichiro's mother hated her at first? She knows how this is, she can be sympathetic, ease up on the girl. "You can meet up with Light later," she says, smiling wide and meaning it. "They're just going to talk shop anyway. There's no point in sticking around."
The girl's about to protest, she's flailing until Light gives her a look, a signal of sorts. The kid communicates well without words, even Misa who seems rather dense picks up on it. She nods, and follows Sachiko meekly out the room.
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It isn't easy to keep a blank look on his face when he's trying not to run out there and kill his mother. Light thinks that he is showing a remarkable level of self-control and discretion. He would be proud of himself if he didn't have to concentrate on keeping it. He walks inside.
"Ryuzaki," he says, placing the packet on the coffee table and crossing his arms. "I don't mean to be rude, but you're going to have to come back soon. As I'm sure you're aware from watching the video feeds, we're not getting anywhere. So have a look at these documents and see if you can come up with anything to make up for lost time, okay?"
L picks them up with shaking hands, coughs a bit before he talks. "Did you read these, Light?" he asks. And Light shakes his head vigorously, says he was told that they were confidential and that's something he respects. Really, he only didn't look because he had no choice, this was sprung on him so fast he couldn't plan around it. L will check for fingerprints, and if Light didn't hand it in at all they'd know. Just like they'd suspect him if he'd insisted that Misa come inside. He'd agreed to far too much that screwed him over, he's furious and he'll be shocked if he gets out of here without pummeling L.
L sifts through the papers, not giving away the slightest hint as to their contents. His face doesn't change and he is silent save for coughing. This gets Light so mad he almost snaps. How dare L have been telling the truth about his health, how dare he prove Light wrong! But he keeps his muscles locked tight and says nothing. L isn't socially adept enough to note a problem.
After a century or so the disgusting little fuckface speaks, says "Light, I'd like you to know that our suspicion against you has risen by six percent."
"What?" he says, using his panic to appear innocent. He needs to sound as if he's shocked here, like he can't imagine why they would suspect him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks. "Do those papers say something, what did I do?"
"You'll know soon enough," L says, dismissing the subject with a cough and a wave of the hand. Knowing it matters to Light but not caring.
"Okay," he says with a guarded sigh. "That's incredibly unfair, so in retaliation I have something to ask you. What was my mother doing here? She barely knows you, her excuse made no sense and you…do you even know? Did she just show up here?
L nods and says that yes, that's exactly what went down. "She is under the impression that I'm unable to care for myself, and it boosts her self-esteem to do it for me. You and your sister make it clear that you're too grown up for your mother, after all."
"My family life is absolutely none of your business!" Light yells, thinking he can let off some steam with this, but holding back before he hits him. He doesn't care, what he cares about are ruined plans and getting caught, going home and killing off some criminals, but still, it is irritating, it's a reason for his hands to form the fists that they'd been aiming for all day. "Listen," he says, "I have homework to do. I'm out of here."
And so he stomps to the door, leaving L to a fantastically long coughing fit. Light thinks, for a moment, that he should help him, it doesn't look like he can breathe, but then he thinks that if he starts to die, he'll let him.
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It is up to you to decide if you should comment because it is my birthday tomorrow (May 20th) and it will make me happy, or because I will cut you if you don't.
Here is your reward for reading!
1, 2, 3, 4 - Feist
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Date: 2007-05-20 03:59 am (UTC)Anyway, I read now. xD
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Date: 2007-05-22 08:15 pm (UTC)Let me know what you think when you read it!
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:10 am (UTC)I love the way Light's plan's keep getting foiled. HA! IN HIS FACE!
This so great. I've run out of ways to express that.