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sunmoonandspoon) wrote2007-10-12 01:13 am
sunmoonandspoon) wrote2007-10-12 01:13 am
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Kids, Ch. 16
Welcome back to the story. I'm sorry for the length of time this took-I've got so much homework these days that it's really difficult for me to get much writing done. My beta has a lot of work himself, which adds to the waiting time. But don't worry, I'll update this thing until it's finished, no matter how long it takes!
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Kids
Chapter Sixteen - Cinnamon
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Sachiko tries to delude herself, tries to believe that she is not stuck waiting by the phone. She goes about her day, shoving aside all thoughts of Ryuzaki, Light, or Soichiro, pretending she only checks her cell phone for the time. But after a week and a half of this, the damn thing rings while she's in the supermarket, and it's not her mother or Chie. It's her son, her Light, her baby, and she's just as happy as she would have been if it were Ryuzaki. "Light, honey," she says, holding the phone to her ear by the antenna. "It's been a long time, are you back from work now? How was it?"
"Tiring," he says, and he sounds exhausted, she's thinking for a moment that she can enforce an earlier bedtime. "Anyway, we're back…Dad should be coming home any time now, he just has to get some things straightened out at the station."
"That's great!" squeaks Sachiko, not really feeling that way. She'll get to see Light and she'll focus on that. "It'll be great to see you, is there anything particular you want for dinner when you get home?"
"Well," Light says, and already Sachiko knows this won't be good. She moves her phone back into normal position, waits for him to keep talking. Finally he says, "I won't be coming home, Mom."
He may as well have punched her in the chest for all that hurts. She tries her best not to react to it, he's eighteen years old and yes, that's young, but it's not like he's a child. He's grown now, and if he wants to live with his girlfriend, he should. Even if his girlfriend is a mildly retarded slut who supports a mass murderer. "I…" she says, sucking in her breath and searching for something to say. She has to sound mature here. She has to let him go with grace. "This is…short notice…don't you need to collect your things first?"
Perfect display of grace and maturity, right? That was hardly even a coherent sentence. "No, Dad's going to bring what I need later…he's getting a break from work, so he has the time. I don't. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, everything's just been really hectic lately. You're not mad, are you?"
"Of course not!" she snaps, her tone not lending any credit to her statement. But as soon as she denies her rage she doesn't feel it anymore, she's just…empty. Wanting briefly to cram him back inside her uterus, it's just not fair that he has to grow up! "I'm not mad, I'll just miss you, that's all. I love you."
"I love you too," Light says, and she hates how forced he sounds, hates how her mind is twisting his words into something awful. He loves her, how could she ever believe that he doesn't? How could she think so little of him? Of course he loves his mother. He just loves his girlfriend more.
"Will you need any help moving in?" she asks, stepping aside for a woman with three toddlers and a cart full of groceries. "Or is there anything you need for the apartment?"
"No, Mom, but thank you." And with that he bids her goodbye, hangs up the phone and leaves Sachiko wanting to knock over a nearby display case. But she stays calm and gets her groceries, forgoing all the foods Light likes. So she's lost them now, that's fine. She's a tough woman and she can take it, damn it, she still has her husband and daughter. Life will go on without Light and Ryuzaki.
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They've been sitting analyzing data for the past five hours. Normally, L would be fine with this, he's gone ten times longer before, but he's distracted. Thoughts of Sachiko and too much blood pooling a particular part of his body leave him feeling idiotic. He isn't taking in the data, he can't answer adequately when Light asks him a question, and over all this is a phenomenal waste of time. It's not like he can do anything about his erection, not with Light here. Even if he jacked off in the bathroom, he can't shake the feeling that Light would know, and that he would know what thoughts necessitated it.
This hasn't happened in such an embarrassing, unbidden way since he hit puberty. And nobody minded, then, his youth excused him, but he's twenty-five now, not thirteen. And Light is staring at him. "Do you need a break?" he asks, turning quickly back to the computer. L assures him that everything's fine, only to stop work five minutes later. He asks Light about his family.
Light shifts uncomfortably. "What do you want to know?" he asks.
"I just need a general description of your life at home," L says, sucking three-day-old cinnamon from the underside of his nails. "Compiling a complex psychological portrait of the suspect is an integral part of the case, and one's home environment can have profound effects on one's mental state. Besides," he says, lips curling a semblance of a smile. "We are friends. Friends should know things about each other."
"Perhaps you could tell me something about you sometime, hmm Ryuzaki? This friendship is hardly equal." L shrugs, and reminds him that, as he said, he's a suspect.
"I will tell you about myself in due time," L says, licking the last of the filth from his nails. "Today we are going to talk about you. How do you get along with your parents? Any conflicts?"
"Yes, but nothing significant," Light mutters, expression softening slightly. "Things like me not picking up my room, or missing a few points on an exam. Minor things. Once we had a big blow-up fight about whether or not it was appropriate for me to be reading Lolita at age nine…when she saw I was reading it in English, she decided I was smart enough to make my own decisions."
"As I thought," L says. "I find it difficult to imagine you fighting seriously with your parents, or them with you. I suppose they love you a good deal, correct?"
It's quite clear that Light is trying not to stare at him. The subject is making him quite uncomfortable, and L can't quite tell why. It can't be that the questions lead to clues about the case, if that were true Light would cover up his feelings. But it almost seems like he wants him to see. "Yes," he says finally. "Yes, they do."
"And you love them?" The discomfort has spread; L doesn't want to talk about this anymore. But he started the conversation and he does need to know, for the case as well as for his own selfish reasons. "You told your mother over the phone that you loved her. That was true?"
"Ryuzaki, I don't understand how this is meant to help with the investigation. Yes, it was true." He rolls his eyes slightly, turns back to his work. "We should talk about something else," he says. "No offense, but I don't really want to discuss my parents with you. It makes me feel guilty."
L quickly scans his mind for reasons that such a subject could produce guilt. Perhaps his parents are involved in his crimes, though knowing them both L finds it hard to believe. It would kill him to know that Sachi helped Kira, but all the same it could be true. Perhaps he simply regrets leaving his mother? But why so much emphasis on not wanting to discuss it with L?
Does he know what went on between him and Sachiko? He seems suspicious, but that's not surprising, he's got to be on his guard answering any question L asks him. He did see them together once, but they explained that, she was working out her emptying-nest issues by taking care of L when he was sick! And that's what it was at the time; Light can't possibly suspect them…no, he can. L would do the same in his position. "Why does it make you feel guilty?" he asks.
"Well, you…" he sighs, crosses his arms and rubs his thumb against his elbow. "I…honestly it makes me feel like I'm bragging. You've never had parents, correct?"
L blinks, knowing he should be offended, but feeling quite relieved. "No," he says, "but that is not relevant. We have to put personal matters aside when it comes to the case. And I'm past the point where parents are a necessity; I am an adult, and anyway, I have Watari. That is more than enough."
Light shakes his head, attempting again to return to the data. L tries too, but he's quickly distracted. He knows he should drop it, but all the same he asks again about Sachiko. "How do your parents get along with each other? Did they fight a lot when you were a child?"
"No," Light says as he furrows his eyebrows. "My dad was never around enough for that." He doesn't say anything more, instead he stares openly at L. "Enough about my parents, okay? I told you, it's awkward and it's a waste of time. If you must focus on something other than the data, please ask me something relevant."
"I have explained to you how it's relevant," growls L, gulping down the contents of a cup of tea when he's done speaking. He sips so fast he burns his throat and nearly chokes, and he hopes this discomfort will decrease his arousal. It doesn't, and Light makes his awareness of it quite plain.
He knows.
L knows he knows.
And he knows only one way to dissuade him.
He shoots his hands out, deftly avoiding the teacup. Light's hair is in his hands and already L regrets this. All the same, he mashes his lips against Light's, moves over a bit to avoid bonking noses. This will kill his suspicions, make him uncomfortable and maybe, just maybe, help L to think of something other than sex. He shoves his tongue in, runs wraps his arms around his neck and pretends he's Sachiko. This works if he forgets what she feels like, ignores anything below the neck. He pulls away, wipes his mouth off. "Sorry," he says.
Light gapes at him. "Are you drunk?" he asks, wiping his mouth with far more vigor than L did. "Seriously, did Watari spike your tea or something? What the hell is wrong with you? Get back to work, Ryuzaki."
He nods, turning again towards his computer. He is still distracted, still thrumming with desire for Sachiko. He tells himself over and over again, he can't have her. He doesn't want it to be like that. It doesn't make any sense, but he wants to see her again. Needs to. He can't concentrate on his job anymore; he's losing his mind. He just kissed Light, that's not…it was effective but it's not…god, he just has to see her.
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In lieu of a spoilery author's note, my LJ readers get free music! Enjoy Isabelle by Gregory and the Hawk!
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Kids
Chapter Sixteen - Cinnamon
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Sachiko tries to delude herself, tries to believe that she is not stuck waiting by the phone. She goes about her day, shoving aside all thoughts of Ryuzaki, Light, or Soichiro, pretending she only checks her cell phone for the time. But after a week and a half of this, the damn thing rings while she's in the supermarket, and it's not her mother or Chie. It's her son, her Light, her baby, and she's just as happy as she would have been if it were Ryuzaki. "Light, honey," she says, holding the phone to her ear by the antenna. "It's been a long time, are you back from work now? How was it?"
"Tiring," he says, and he sounds exhausted, she's thinking for a moment that she can enforce an earlier bedtime. "Anyway, we're back…Dad should be coming home any time now, he just has to get some things straightened out at the station."
"That's great!" squeaks Sachiko, not really feeling that way. She'll get to see Light and she'll focus on that. "It'll be great to see you, is there anything particular you want for dinner when you get home?"
"Well," Light says, and already Sachiko knows this won't be good. She moves her phone back into normal position, waits for him to keep talking. Finally he says, "I won't be coming home, Mom."
He may as well have punched her in the chest for all that hurts. She tries her best not to react to it, he's eighteen years old and yes, that's young, but it's not like he's a child. He's grown now, and if he wants to live with his girlfriend, he should. Even if his girlfriend is a mildly retarded slut who supports a mass murderer. "I…" she says, sucking in her breath and searching for something to say. She has to sound mature here. She has to let him go with grace. "This is…short notice…don't you need to collect your things first?"
Perfect display of grace and maturity, right? That was hardly even a coherent sentence. "No, Dad's going to bring what I need later…he's getting a break from work, so he has the time. I don't. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, everything's just been really hectic lately. You're not mad, are you?"
"Of course not!" she snaps, her tone not lending any credit to her statement. But as soon as she denies her rage she doesn't feel it anymore, she's just…empty. Wanting briefly to cram him back inside her uterus, it's just not fair that he has to grow up! "I'm not mad, I'll just miss you, that's all. I love you."
"I love you too," Light says, and she hates how forced he sounds, hates how her mind is twisting his words into something awful. He loves her, how could she ever believe that he doesn't? How could she think so little of him? Of course he loves his mother. He just loves his girlfriend more.
"Will you need any help moving in?" she asks, stepping aside for a woman with three toddlers and a cart full of groceries. "Or is there anything you need for the apartment?"
"No, Mom, but thank you." And with that he bids her goodbye, hangs up the phone and leaves Sachiko wanting to knock over a nearby display case. But she stays calm and gets her groceries, forgoing all the foods Light likes. So she's lost them now, that's fine. She's a tough woman and she can take it, damn it, she still has her husband and daughter. Life will go on without Light and Ryuzaki.
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They've been sitting analyzing data for the past five hours. Normally, L would be fine with this, he's gone ten times longer before, but he's distracted. Thoughts of Sachiko and too much blood pooling a particular part of his body leave him feeling idiotic. He isn't taking in the data, he can't answer adequately when Light asks him a question, and over all this is a phenomenal waste of time. It's not like he can do anything about his erection, not with Light here. Even if he jacked off in the bathroom, he can't shake the feeling that Light would know, and that he would know what thoughts necessitated it.
This hasn't happened in such an embarrassing, unbidden way since he hit puberty. And nobody minded, then, his youth excused him, but he's twenty-five now, not thirteen. And Light is staring at him. "Do you need a break?" he asks, turning quickly back to the computer. L assures him that everything's fine, only to stop work five minutes later. He asks Light about his family.
Light shifts uncomfortably. "What do you want to know?" he asks.
"I just need a general description of your life at home," L says, sucking three-day-old cinnamon from the underside of his nails. "Compiling a complex psychological portrait of the suspect is an integral part of the case, and one's home environment can have profound effects on one's mental state. Besides," he says, lips curling a semblance of a smile. "We are friends. Friends should know things about each other."
"Perhaps you could tell me something about you sometime, hmm Ryuzaki? This friendship is hardly equal." L shrugs, and reminds him that, as he said, he's a suspect.
"I will tell you about myself in due time," L says, licking the last of the filth from his nails. "Today we are going to talk about you. How do you get along with your parents? Any conflicts?"
"Yes, but nothing significant," Light mutters, expression softening slightly. "Things like me not picking up my room, or missing a few points on an exam. Minor things. Once we had a big blow-up fight about whether or not it was appropriate for me to be reading Lolita at age nine…when she saw I was reading it in English, she decided I was smart enough to make my own decisions."
"As I thought," L says. "I find it difficult to imagine you fighting seriously with your parents, or them with you. I suppose they love you a good deal, correct?"
It's quite clear that Light is trying not to stare at him. The subject is making him quite uncomfortable, and L can't quite tell why. It can't be that the questions lead to clues about the case, if that were true Light would cover up his feelings. But it almost seems like he wants him to see. "Yes," he says finally. "Yes, they do."
"And you love them?" The discomfort has spread; L doesn't want to talk about this anymore. But he started the conversation and he does need to know, for the case as well as for his own selfish reasons. "You told your mother over the phone that you loved her. That was true?"
"Ryuzaki, I don't understand how this is meant to help with the investigation. Yes, it was true." He rolls his eyes slightly, turns back to his work. "We should talk about something else," he says. "No offense, but I don't really want to discuss my parents with you. It makes me feel guilty."
L quickly scans his mind for reasons that such a subject could produce guilt. Perhaps his parents are involved in his crimes, though knowing them both L finds it hard to believe. It would kill him to know that Sachi helped Kira, but all the same it could be true. Perhaps he simply regrets leaving his mother? But why so much emphasis on not wanting to discuss it with L?
Does he know what went on between him and Sachiko? He seems suspicious, but that's not surprising, he's got to be on his guard answering any question L asks him. He did see them together once, but they explained that, she was working out her emptying-nest issues by taking care of L when he was sick! And that's what it was at the time; Light can't possibly suspect them…no, he can. L would do the same in his position. "Why does it make you feel guilty?" he asks.
"Well, you…" he sighs, crosses his arms and rubs his thumb against his elbow. "I…honestly it makes me feel like I'm bragging. You've never had parents, correct?"
L blinks, knowing he should be offended, but feeling quite relieved. "No," he says, "but that is not relevant. We have to put personal matters aside when it comes to the case. And I'm past the point where parents are a necessity; I am an adult, and anyway, I have Watari. That is more than enough."
Light shakes his head, attempting again to return to the data. L tries too, but he's quickly distracted. He knows he should drop it, but all the same he asks again about Sachiko. "How do your parents get along with each other? Did they fight a lot when you were a child?"
"No," Light says as he furrows his eyebrows. "My dad was never around enough for that." He doesn't say anything more, instead he stares openly at L. "Enough about my parents, okay? I told you, it's awkward and it's a waste of time. If you must focus on something other than the data, please ask me something relevant."
"I have explained to you how it's relevant," growls L, gulping down the contents of a cup of tea when he's done speaking. He sips so fast he burns his throat and nearly chokes, and he hopes this discomfort will decrease his arousal. It doesn't, and Light makes his awareness of it quite plain.
He knows.
L knows he knows.
And he knows only one way to dissuade him.
He shoots his hands out, deftly avoiding the teacup. Light's hair is in his hands and already L regrets this. All the same, he mashes his lips against Light's, moves over a bit to avoid bonking noses. This will kill his suspicions, make him uncomfortable and maybe, just maybe, help L to think of something other than sex. He shoves his tongue in, runs wraps his arms around his neck and pretends he's Sachiko. This works if he forgets what she feels like, ignores anything below the neck. He pulls away, wipes his mouth off. "Sorry," he says.
Light gapes at him. "Are you drunk?" he asks, wiping his mouth with far more vigor than L did. "Seriously, did Watari spike your tea or something? What the hell is wrong with you? Get back to work, Ryuzaki."
He nods, turning again towards his computer. He is still distracted, still thrumming with desire for Sachiko. He tells himself over and over again, he can't have her. He doesn't want it to be like that. It doesn't make any sense, but he wants to see her again. Needs to. He can't concentrate on his job anymore; he's losing his mind. He just kissed Light, that's not…it was effective but it's not…god, he just has to see her.
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In lieu of a spoilery author's note, my LJ readers get free music! Enjoy Isabelle by Gregory and the Hawk!
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And I found his quick decision to kiss Light to be very much in-character. This is what I love about both of them, swift thinking, analysing possible outcomes and then acting accordingly :)
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And thank you so much for your point about the contrast--L is the one under suspicion now. I didn't even think of that, but it's something I might be able to use in the future, so yeah, thanks for that. I very much appreciated your comment.
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Um...may I say this is the first time I found L/Light sexy at all. Mostly because I liked L's reasoning behind the kiss. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask for "MOAR L/LIGHT RAWR!" Poor L, untimely erections are awkward for all parties.
And poor Sachiko...her baby is moving in with a crazed floozie. (I don't think Misa's a floozie...she's too cute to be a floozie)
Ah, this can't end well...not like I was expecting it.
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I don't think Misa is a floozie either, I think she's adorable and awesome, but I don't think Light's mommy is going to see it that way. I definitely think that she comes across as being a cheap, stupid whore, and you have to look past that image to get the right perspective--and Sachiko's not going to.
It probably won't end well. XD; I can't say I know exactly, but with the way I tend to write...