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secretshinigami · 3 years

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Author: @kiranatrix For: @baranedizille Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, L Lawliet, Ryuk, Sayu Yagami, Sachiko Yagami, Socihiro Yagami // Lawlight if you squint, or not Rating/Warnings: Gen // no warnings Prompt: To-Oh timeline. L visits the Yagamis to work on a project with Light, L has a dinner with Light’s family and it’s awkward. And ofc, Ryuk is also there commenting the situation. Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy the story! This occurs on the evening of April 11 while Light and L are both at To-Oh. Soichiro has been resting at home following his heart attack on April 7 (the day of Light and L’s tennis match). The Japanese legend mentioned in the fic (The Fire Quest) is a real one. Sayu gets it mostly correct, but the traditional version in English is here: https://www.worldoftales.com/Asian_folktales/Japanese_folktale_49.html.

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Hideki Ryuga– L –was coming over tonight and Light hardly knew how to handle it. L, with his too-long fingers and his too-intense stare, his perfectly enunciated Japanese and teeth unrealistically white for an all-sugar diet, was coming to Light’s house for dinner and, purportedly, to study.

It was a lie, but that was their preferred currency when shifting closer. Stepping together to a stage, a classroom, a tennis court, a cafe– each time the way was paved with lies, petals they threw at the other’s feet and pretended not to notice. It made getting to the destination sweeter when the end was had only ever been death for one or the other. And still, they couldn’t stop. Light was so glad L hadn’t stopped.

L would be arriving any moment but Light couldn’t help but take out his Death Note from its hiding place, just to touch the pebbly leather of his ace in this game. The Death Note was no proper diary but the handwriting in it betrayed plenty about the emotional state and thoughts of its owner these past months. There was the first casually-scrawled name, jotted off like the joke Light believed it to be. Kurou Otoharada. A long, jagged pen mark bled across the rest of the page, a horizon of surprise when that first death dawned. The next name had been carefully written several times with the spelling slightly shifted, the last instances hurried and impatient. There was an exclamation point by the third experiment, exactly 40 seconds from when he’d inked the right combination. Takuo Shibuimaru. It had probably been added in shock, but Light chose to remember a different reason. I got it right, I won.

The names filling the following pages were unremarkable except that they looked exactly like the handwriting on Light’s homework. Studious, easy, and correct without the requirement of much thought. This was a different kind of work, performed as professionally as an accountant. A roster of the worst murderers of the world, the lowest hanging fruit, and Light plucked them nightly when he wasn’t sure how many more nights he’d have. Surely there had to be some price for what he was doing? Aren’t you going to take my soul? Ryuk laughed at him, was impressed by him, and that was a good sign for a shinigami; he would take something but not for a while.

It wasn’t until about ten pages in that things got telling again. A name written diagonally, frantically, and taking up nearly an entire page– Lind L. Tailor. Light’s adrenaline and fury and glee stained the paper as much as the ink had, from a pen that he didn’t use often and had grabbed as quickly as possible during L’s broadcast. Everything about this name was different, just as L was different from all those who had come before. This name was the hook that pulled Kira out of the shadows and thrust L into the light, a breadcrumb for both of them to devour and hunger for more.

This elaborate name was immediately replaced in Light’s mind by a single stark gothic letter, so much so that even when he looked back on that day, he didn’t recall a suited nobody slumped over a desk and dragged away on-camera. He only recalled ‘come find me, come find me, kill me if you can.’ Light was so accustomed to everything and everyone being boring and easy, to nothing getting to him. L’s challenge had wormed into his mind and he felt alive for the first time in his life.

Perhaps the smart thing to do would have been to go silent a while, wait it out until the heat died down and he could find out more about L and his methods. Light had tipped his hand a little but not enough to give the game away, only to set it in motion. Yes, he probably should have played it safe. But he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t help but taunt L further, just to keep chasing that new and intensifying feeling of being alive. The danger was part of their dance, and Light wanted to play with L for as long as possible before Kira killed him.

Lind L. Tailor. The ‘L’ had been darkly underlined, reminding Light of the dark half-moons shadowing the eyes of the real man when Light finally met him. The slant of Light’s scrawl, like the hunch of L’s back. The letter ugly and infuriating and fascinating and shouting at him from the page, drawing his finger to trace over it…

Light pulled his finger back like he’d been burned when he heard his mother calling up to him, heartbeat thudding as he bit his lip and grinned. He quickly snapped his Death Note shut and carefully placed it back in his rigged desk drawer. He’s here.

“Light! Sayu!” Sachiko leaned to call up the stairs from where she was washing her hands in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on their meal. “Would one of you get the door, please?”

She gave Soichiro a stern look as he shifted on the couch. “Not you, Soichi. If you insist on going back to work tomorrow I want you resting tonight.” Her husband had only come home from the hospital a few days ago after his stress-related heart attack and she was anxious about letting him go right back.

“Coming!” Light bustled out of his bedroom as the doorbell chimed again, nearly barreling into Sayu. “Whoa!” He gripped her shoulders to steady himself, smiling and flustered. “Don’t worry about it, Sayu. I’ll get it.”

“Oooo, who’s coming over tonight?” Sayu grinned up at her brother, noticing a rare faint blush on his cheeks. “You look so nervous! Is it a girlfriend?”

Ryuk floated through Light’s bedroom wall, chuckling at the insinuation. “Pfft, not exactly.” It hadn’t escaped Ryuk’s notice that Light had taken even more care than usual with his appearance tonight and that he’d been mulling over the Death Note in a rather odd way. “Ya do look a little flushed, though. Hyuk hyuk…”

“No.” Light rolled his eyes as he made his way downstairs, ignoring both his sister and the shinigami. Do I really look nervous? He smoothed his features and said, “It’s just Hideki Ryuga from Ecology class. We have a project to work on tonight.” His father was the only other person who knew who Ryuga really was. L, the infuriating detective spying on him at To-Oh. Ryuk knew even more than that; namely, that Light was the very person L was looking for, but a shinigami was the best secret-keeper.

“HIDEKI RYUGA?! Light! THE Hideki Ryuga?!” Sayu bounded down the stairs excitedly after Light, squealing with delight and clutching her hands over her heart. “I want to meet him, too! I’m his biggest fan! I know a lot about ecology and maybe I can help you–”

“Shhh! Sayu, please.” Light shot Sayu a good-natured warning look as he opened the door then forced himself to smile cordially at L. “Hi, Ryuga.” He heard a soft noise of disappointment from Sayu as well as peals of shinigami laughter. It would have been Light’s reaction if the movie star had actually been there instead of his rival.

“Hello, Light-kun. Good to see you again.” L was wearing his usual attire, a white long-sleeved shirt and baggy jeans, and he had a backpack slung over one hunched shoulder. He’d made a half-hearted attempt to brush his hair tonight, but the effort had been rewarded with a fluffy black halo that was even more wild-looking than his usual spikey bed-head.

“I see you managed to find the house.” There was a faint note of sarcasm in Light’s voice. As if L hadn’t gathered all the information he could about Light, illegally, invasively, or otherwise.

A small, wry smile tugged at L’s lips and he answered, deadpan, “Yes, seeing that I am here, I apparently managed just fine. Are you impressed?”

“Incredibly. Please come in.” Smartass. Light held the door open for L to enter and gestured to Sayu just behind him. “This is my sister, Sayu.”

Sayu had been peeking around Light, eyes wide with curiosity about the odd-looking person who was most definitely not the idol she’d been hoping for. She’d met lots of Light’s friends over the years but no one quite like this. “Wow…I’ve never seen anyone’s hair do that before. Where are you from? Are you older than Light? How does-”

“Sayu!” Sachiko rubbed her hands on her apron and sighed in fond exasperation. “Hideki-san, please forgive my child’s rudeness. She’s just excited to meet Light’s best friend at school.”

Best friend? L’s eyes cut to Light, who immediately looked away. It amused L to hear their lies mirrored by other people.

Sachiko bowed politely and gave him a warm smile. “You are very welcome in our home. I’ll be serving dinner in a few moments.” She arched a brow at Sayu, “Please go set the table, Sayu.”

L gladly toed out of his worn sneakers, padding along barefoot behind Light through the foyer and into the living room. “Your home is very cozy, Light-kun.”

Ryuk snorted, “Like he hasn’t already seen every inch of it on camera.”

Exactly. Light clenched his hand in his pocket but didn’t let his expression falter. “Dad, Hideki Ryuga is here for dinner. We have a project to work on tonight.”

Soichiro looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading on the couch and gave L a polite nod. “Forgive me for not getting up, Hideki-san, I’ve been confined to the couch until dinner on my wife’s orders.” It was slightly uncomfortable to have L here in his home given that he knew his son was under some suspicion. Soichiro dismissed those suspicions out of hand, but he dreaded that L might turn his searchlights on Light during family dinner.

“Please call me Ryuga.” L gave Light a crooked grin. “That’s what my friends call me.”

Sayu skipped into the living room with a fist full of chopsticks. “Mom says you can go ahead and sit down. It’s yakisoba tonight!” She grabbed the guest’s arm and dragged him over to the table. “You can sit beside Light, Ryuga.”

L blushed faintly but let himself be pulled along. “Ah…alright.” It was strange to realize that he’d never had a ‘real’ family dinner inside someone’s home before. Of course, he’d never had a family or friends, so perhaps not so surprising. He dropped his backpack to the floor and climbed into the seat beside Light, crouching as he usually did.

Light and Soichiro didn’t bat an eye at that but Sayu couldn’t help but gape at him. “Isn’t that an uncomfortable way to sit? My legs would fall asleep!”

“Sayu.” Soichiro sat down at the place opposite Light. “Ryuga is our guest, and he’s welcome to sit how he pleases.” He knew from experience that whether L, Ryuzaki, or Ryuga, the peculiar man would do things his own way.

Sachiko came in a moment later with the dishes for dinner, including yakisoba, miso soup, rice, and pickles. “Please help yourselves. We’re not very formal around here, Ryuga.”

Ryuk floated behind Light, one clawed hand curled around the back of the human’s chair. “Dunno why you humans go to so much trouble when ya could just have apples.”

“Hmm.” L peered at the various options, one finger perched on his lip. “I’ve never had yakisoba before. I admit I don’t eat many noodle dishes.” He’d brought some candy bars and a slice of cake in his backpack in case he didn’t like the food. Wammy had told him to at least wait until he was up in Light’s room studying to eat it, though. Apparently it was rude not to at least try the meal (although he still wasn’t sure if he cared).

“I bet you’d like it.” Light served L some noodles and then put some on his own plate. He whispered to L, “Don’t be difficult. It’s sweet.” He wasn’t about to tell L that he’d suggested yakisoba to his mother tonight for that very reason, or that there were vegetables hiding in it. Why in the hell do I care about pleasing him?

“Hmm.” L tentatively picked up his chopsticks and poked at the noodles, looking between them and Light. “Is it spicy?” It was also becoming clear that he’d never used chopsticks before and they kept slipping from his hand. Why hadn’t he asked Wammy to show him how to use them?

“No, it’s not–here, you’re not holding them right.” Light set his own chopsticks down and took L’s hand, gently molding the fingers into the right position to hold the utensils. He’d done the same thing for Sayu when she was small and learning, so the offer felt automatic. It wasn’t until he looked up and saw L staring at him that he felt self-conscious and pulled away. The gesture had felt too genuine and that made it suspicious. “Well, that’s how to do it. I know you’re a quick learner and will pick it up.”

L looked down and murmured, “Was that a pun, Light-kun?” He concentrated and managed to pinch a bite of yakisoba, quickly shoveling it into his mouth before it fell off. “…mmm!” He didn’t bother to completely swallow the mouthful before saying, “It is sweet. And quite good.” He picked up another bite with slightly more dexterity. “I like it.” Perhaps the cake in his bag could just be for dessert.

Light smiled across the table. “It really is good, Mom, thank you.”

“Oh, you’re always welcome.” Sachiko beamed happily as L quickly devoured his noodles and took another helping.

Soichiro relaxed a little, seeing as things were going more smoothly than he’d expected. “So, boys, what is your project about?”

“It’s for Ecology. We have to collect an insect and bring it to class tomorrow since the lecture is on local entomology.” Light took a sip of tea to hide his amused smile; L was handling the chopsticks perfectly now. Of course he’d be good at that, too.

“Eww.” Ryuk scrunched up his nose, he didn’t much like bugs and creepy-crawly things. “Hope it won’t be flappin’ in a box all night cause that would creep me out.”

“Not just on local entomology, Light-kun.” L chewed a few times, loudly, and swallowed his mouthful. “It’s also on insect phototaxis.”

Sayu, tilted her head and asked, “What’s that?”

L suddenly wished he hadn’t spoken up at all. “Well….” He looked down at his meal, stabbing at the noodles. “…an attraction to light. Some insects, like moths, use the moon to navigate and become confused by artificial light. That’s why they flap around outdoor lightbulbs at night.”

“Oh! Like the Fire Quest!” Sayu nodded sagely. “I know all about that.” When Ryuga just looked at her blankly, she added, “You haven’t heard that story? It’s a famous Japanese legend!”

Soichiro sighed, “I’m sure Ryuga doesn’t–”

“I have not heard it.” L set his chopsticks down and leaned forward in his crouch, hands on his knees as he stared at Sayu. “Please tell me the legend.”

“Sure! See, Light, I told you I could help with your project.”

Light grinned and laughed softly. “Just tell the story, Sayu.” Japanese folktales weren’t going to help them but he was happy to indulge his little sister.

“I’m getting to it!” Sayu sat up straight in her chair, trying to look and sound more official. “There was a queen of the fireflies who lived in a lotus blossom in the middle of a peaceful pond. She was so beautiful that all the moths, dragonflies, and other bugs who lived around the pond were constantly bothering her, begging to marry her. But she didn’t want any of them so it was very annoying.”

L nodded seriously. “Yes, I can see why that would present a problem. Did she tell them all to go away?”

“Oh, she tried! But they wouldn’t listen and there got to be so many bugs on her lotus blossom she was afraid it was going to sink. Completely messing up the whole peaceful pond aesthetic.”

Light snickered and dropped his chin into his hand, smiling at Sayu. “I don’t remember that little detail from the story.”

“Shhh!” Sayu stuck out her tongue at Light and continued. “Anyway, she thought up a way to get rid of them all. She told them that since she was a firefly, she could only marry the bug that brought fire back to her. Whatever bug did that was worthy to be with her forever.”

L gave her a lop-sided smile. “I can’t imagine that turned out well for the insect suitors.”

“Nope! But they couldn’t help themselves. They fluttered and flew around candles, torches, bonfires, all trying to catch the fire that the queen had told them to find but every one of them burned up instead. Nobody completed the Fire Quest and the firefly queen and her pond were left in peace.” Sayu smiled proudly. “The end.”

Ryuk had been hanging on Sayu’s every word, half-sitting on the table. “Hahaha! What a great queen!” He hadn’t been aware that fireflies were so sneaky but there was still a lot about the human world he didn’t know. “Now I wanna see a firefly!”

Light hummed thoughtfully, recalling the legend from his own childhood. Sayu had embellished a bit but it was mostly accurate. “Serves the suitors right, I suppose. They should have listened when the queen told them to go away.”

“The queen sent them on a quest she knew would result in their deaths.” L turned to look at Light, a small smirk on his lips. “Their annoyance hardly necessitates murder, Light-kun.”

“Murder?” Light laughed in a charming way but there was shrewd interest in his eyes. “She didn’t tell them to burn themselves up. They should have known better.” They couldn’t help themselves. Just like we can’t. “Anyway, it’s just a silly legend.”

Soichiro quickly changed the subject.

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After dinner, Light showed L up to his bedroom where they could catch an insect from his balcony. His mother had given them a large glass jar and he set it down on his desk, thrilling at having L so close to his secrets. “There’s a bright light on the balcony but it might take a few moments to attract anything.” He switched on the light, dimming the desk lamp so they could see outside better. He leaned against the glass door, watching L mentally cataloging the contents of his room. “I was surprised when you asked me to help you with this project, Ryuga. It’s not very difficult to catch your own bug.” I know you just wanted to see my room for yourself.

“I have never done it before.” L crouched in Light’s desk chair, opening up his backpack and taking out the slice of cake he’d stowed inside. Tonight had been full of firsts for him– chopsticks, yakisoba, legends, bugs. “I didn’t want to kill it since we’re supposed to bring it in alive.” He forked a piece of the strawberry cake, staring at Light while he ate it. Mouth full, he grinned and said, “Think we’ll catch a firefly?”

Light laughed softly and shook his head. “Not really the right time of year for them. They come out in the summer.” He gazed out the glass door, noticing a few flies and mosquitos starting to circle around the caged bulb. “Sometimes we see them in our backyard. Sayu and I would catch them when we were kids.”

“Pity. After hearing your sister’s story, I wanted to see one.” L ate the last bite of cake, placing the empty plastic box in Light’s trashcan (after glancing to see what else was in there).

Light asked over his shoulder quietly, “Don’t they have fireflies in England?”

L smiled slyly, getting up to stand beside Light at the glass door. He recognized the bait and only gave the line a tug. “They do, but doesn’t mean I was there to see them.” In truth, he’d been too wrapped up in his cases to venture outside much as a child. Such single-minded focus had benefitted him in some ways and set him apart from a normal childhood in others. “Perhaps Light-kun will invite me back in the summertime.”

“Of course, Ryuga.” Light smiled at him, catching his reflection in the glass. How long would their game go on? Into the summer, the fall? What season would see it end?

“Look.” L tapped the glass just over Light’s reflection, but what he was pointing to was on the other side. A large green-winged luna moth had landed on the cage surrounding the light bulb and was lazily flapping its wings and warming itself. “The first suitor has arrived.”

“Still haven’t learned the ‘murderous’ queen’s lesson.” Light laughed and grabbed the jar off his desk. “Lucky for them we have electric lights and not fire.” He unscrewed the top and handed the jar to L. “Cmon, you do it.”

L looked down at the jar as if it were Kira’s power instead just an old pickle jar. “The jar is too small.” He shifted to the other foot. “I’ll crush it.”

“No, I think it’s plenty big. We can put it in a shoebox after we catch it, anyway.” Light smirked at him. “You’re just making excuses. Or maybe you really can’t do it?” He knew L wouldn’t turn down a direct challenge.

“Alright.” L sighed and took the jar, frowning as he plotted his approach. Sliding the door open carefully so not to startle it, he crept forward very slowly until he was right beside it. Turning back to Light, he whispered, “Now what?”

“Just scoop it up in the jar. Try not to touch its wings, though.” Light watched as L brought the jar up to the luna moth, delicately prodding to encourage it to go into the jar by itself. Amazingly, it worked, and the moth calmly settled into the bottom of the jar.

“Light-kun!” L hurried back inside Light’s room, smiling broadly down at his captive. It looked like a miniature angel with its gracefully tapered wings and fluffy golden antennae. “It was easy after all.”

“Everything’s easy for you, isn’t it?” I know the feeling. Light screwed the top onto the jar, poking generous air holes in the lid with a pair of scissors. He held it up for both of them to see, L leaning in closely, chewing his thumb at the undamaged and placid moth. ��It’s a nice catch, too. I bet no one else will bring in anything this big.”

L didn’t answer him for a long moment, just stared at the moth and the slow up-down, up-down of its wings. “What do you think would have happened if one of the suitors brought fire back?”

Light blinked. “Huh?”

“In Sayu’s legend. What might have happened if one of the suitors completed the Fire Quest and brought back fire to the queen?”

“I…I don’t know. I guess she would have burned up too if one managed to make it back to her. Would have been suicide.” Light gave L a puzzled look. “That’s impossible though. It never would have made it.”

“It might have.” L took the jar, setting it on Light’s desk and turning his full attention to his human specimen again. His hand fluttered from his mouth in a parody of a moth or a name written diagonally, frantically, and taking up nearly an entire page. “If he was a firefly, too.”

Light’s gaze followed L’s hand, those too-thin fingers that had gently ushered the moth to its prison. “So he would trick the queen and allow all the other suitors to get burned up instead of warning them?” He laughed a rare, genuine laugh. “Wouldn’t that make him as bad of a terrible, unfeeling ‘murderer’ as the queen?”

“It’s just a silly legend, Light-kun.” L stuck his hands in his pockets, giving Light a cryptic smile. “But he’d win, wouldn’t he?”

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deathnotesecretexchange · 3 years

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Matsuda’s Gift Exchange

From: @s-w-o-l-o

To: @memekami

Prompt: Matsuda organizing a gift exchange

Word count: 1982

“No.”

Touta Matsuda blinked. “What?”

Shuichi Aizawa’s eyes never left his monitor. “You heard me, Matsuda.”

Matusda frowned. Not surprised, but I didn’t expect such a short response.

“Come onnn, Aizawa, this can raise the morale of the team!”

“No.” Aizawa’s perpetually stern expression was unchanged.

“It’s festive.”

Aizawa frowned. “Since when do you celebrate Christmas?”

Matsuda shrugged his shoulders. “Since I saw online this thing the American’s call…dirty Santa?”

Aizawa’s typing stopped. “Is this a porn thing?”

Matsuda’s face reddened. “N-no! It’s a gift exchange.

Aizawa paused what he was doing to finally give Matsuda a sideways glance. “What kind of gifts?”

Matsuda gave another hapless shrug. “Anything really! It’s really fun, everyone gets a gift, then we sit around and each chooses one randomly.”

Aizawa exhaled slowly. “I’ve barely got the time or money to buy my kids gifts, much less one for you guys.”

“It’s nothing big! Maybe two to four hundred yen?”

Aizawa frowned. “You really want to do this? Why?”

Matsuda let out a sigh, leaning back to his chair. “I don’t know sir…We’ve all just been working our asses off. More So lately than in the last five years, and…” He leaned forward and dropped his voice to a whisper, though they were the only two in the room. “The team needs this after what happened to the Chief.”

Silence fell between the two as suddenly they tried everything in their power to avoid eye contact. It had only been a handful of weeks since Soichiro Yagami’s sudden passing following the team’s raid on the hideout of the terrorist only known as “Mello” and his allies from the American mafia. Father of fellow member Light Yagami, Soichiro commanded the respect of his subordinates- not only respect for his position but also for his character. The man had embodied honor, and his absence was felt heavily by the whole team.

Aizawa shook his head. “Look…” He turned to Matsuda. “If you can get everyone- everyone- on board with this, and you set up a place and time.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Then I’ll agree to this gift exchange of yours.”

Matsuda was stunned. “Thank you sir!” He moved to hug Aizawa but was hastily pushed back into his chair. “Glad to see you’re feeling the Christmas spirit!” Matsuda gave him a wink.

Aizawa tried to fight his grinning, jamming a thumb towards the door. “Its getting late, get home, you moron.”

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With glee Matsuda closed before him. Aizawa was always going to be the most difficult to convince. With him on my side, the others should go along easily! As if by fate, at the end of the hall Matsuda spotted his colleagues Hideki Ide and Kanzo Mogi, chatting with each other.

“Ide! Mogi!” Matsuda shouted, sprinting down the hallway, waving the two down. He could already tell Ide had a disgusted look on his face, while Mogi stared with the same unreadable expression as always.

“Stop running in the halls, Matsuda, we’ve been over this.” Ide chided. “The floor below us is going to complain again.”

“Sorry! I just had to talk to both of you before you went home.”

Ide grimaced. “What is it?”

Matsuda gulped. Ide was never one to hide his distaste for him- even all the way back to five years ago when they first started working together, and since Ide had rejoined the investigation…nothing much had changed. Observing the man’s already annoyed expression, Matsuda knew he was already on the losing end of the ensuing discussion. Taking a deep breath, he began his pitch with renewed confidence.

“We’ve been through alot these last few months, wouldn’t you two agree?” Ide and Mogi gave each other confused sideways glances, and nodded slowly.

“I was just talking with Aizawa, and I thought it was a great idea for us to have a gift exchange!”

Ide raised an eyebrow. “A what exchange?”

“A gift exchange! For Christmas!”

Ide put a hand over his face. “Ridiculous…” He halfway muttered.

Matsuda pursed his lips. “Aizawa thought it was a good idea-”

“He probably said that to appease you,” Ide’s hand slipped away to reveal disappointed features. “We don’t have the time.” “The time? We’ve been chasing Kira for five years! A night to ourselves wouldn’t hurt!”

Ide gritted his teeth. “It’s pointless!”

“It’s not!” Matsuda gave Mogi and imploring look. For once, the giant seemed flustered, looking back and forth between the glaring Ide and Matsuda. Finally, he raised a hand to speak.

“It’s a nice gesture, Matsuda, but Ide’s right. With the chief gone, the work has increased for all of us, and with Mello now to contend with, every night must be devoted in finding him.” Mogi spoke with a calmness, and Matsuda could tell from his eyes that he was speaking truthfully, and not just to brush him off.

Matsuda stared sadly at his feet. “I guess you’re right..” He put a hand in his pocket and crossed his fingers tightly. Mogi gave Ide a disapproving look and an elbow jab in the ribs. Ide cursed him under his breath and looked back to Matsuda.

“Hey, stop moping.” Ide drew a deep breath. “What would this gift exchange entail?”

Matsuda beamed. “We would each draw a name, get a small gift we think that person would like, and then get all together at a restaurant or someone’s home to exchange!” He looked earnestly at both of them.

Mogi looked to Ide. “It’s harmless, really.”

Ide opened his mouth to object but received another glare from Mogi. From the disapproval of him and the eagerness of Matsuda, Ide finally caved. Rubbing his temples, he simply gave a slow nod.

“Yes!” Matsuda took them both by surprise by wrapping an arm about both and embracing the two. “You’ve made my day.”

“What’s this?” The three froze in place at the voice of none other than Light Yagami coming from behind them. Ide practically threw Matsuda to the floor trying to get him off as the three tried to regain their composure in Light’s presence.

“N-nothing!” Ide’s voice cracked. He and Mogi gave each other a nervous glance. Any interaction with Light outside of official investigation work was a rarity, and even after five years the team truly never knew how to react to his presence. Light for his part gave the same smile he ever did. Matsuda always thought Light’s smile, though it looked friendly, always had a certain chilling nature about it. Despite his smile, his eyes were always intense- he almost looked to be dissecting any person he looked upon.

“Hey Mogi,” Ide gave him a quick pat on the back. “Thanks for the offer to drive me home!” He gave a completely unsubtle head to the stairway exiting the hall and Mogi was quick to pick up on his hints.

“Of course! You’re very welcome.” Mogi gave an unconvincing performance. The two gave their goodbyes and quickly departed, leaving Matsuda alone with Light. The latter turned and gave Matuda that same lifeless look he had given his subordinate a thousand times before. He stayed quiet, almost daring Matsuda to speak first.

“Ah…Light, what luck.” Matsuda played with his hands. “I was just hoping I’d run into you before you went home.”

Light’s smile endured. “Yes, Matsuda? I haven’t long, so make it brief.”

Matsuda’s words fumbled. “I was talking it over with the others, and I had an idea for a team building- yes! A team building activity!”

Light cocked his head. “What would this activity be?”

“A gift exchange! I saw online how the Americans do it! We still have time before Christmas!”

Light blinked. “What?”

“I think the Americans call it dirty Santa…or White Christmas…or…something with an elephant?” Matsuda’s mind was starting to wander.

“Stop, stop.” Light raised a hand. “A gift exchange? Why would we partake in such a thing?”

“Well you see, I know the whole team has been down since…” Matsuda took a deep breath. “Since your father’s passing. I believe something like this can-”

“Stop.” Light didn’t have to raise a hand this time, as Matsuda choked on his last words. “Who has expressed any such feeling since his death?”

Matsuda raised an eyebrow. How could he talk so nonchalant about his own dead father?

“No one, Light, I just have a knack for feeling this sort of thing. I think we would all enjoy a little distraction from everything that’s been going on, and I know your father would want us to-.”

“Now I want you to just stop talking entirely.” Straighten his tie. “I find it offensive that you dare to even assume what my father would want when you barely knew the man, and then you try to explain to me, his son, how he would feel.” Matsuda felt dead inside, but he knew Light had only just begun. “You also insult my father by implying he would condone this frivolous garbage, and not only is it pointless, but it distracts from our goal.” He seemed to loom over Matsuda as he spoke these next words. “Now, if you want to spend all of your time planning ridiculous social events, I can easily have you transferred to a more…blithe department.”

Kira, kill me now. Just so I wouldn’t have to be here any longer. Matsuda gave a weak nod.

“My apologies, Light, I spoke out of turn and without regard. I won’t let such distractions interfere with my work again.”

Light placed a hand on his shoulder. The grip was harder than Light was letting on. “Thank you, Matsuda, I’m glad you understand.” After an eternity, he released his hand. “Now if you excuse me, I must be heading home.”

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Days later, Matsuda’s mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. He avoided Light as much as he could, and even the other three sensed that something had gone down between the two. Where Matsuda would usually hang around the investigation headquarters to chat with the team, now he was leaving as quickly as possible. All to avoid another unpleasant encounter with Light.

A week after the confrontation, Matsuda noted that Aizawa and the others had packed their things and had left before him.

Weird.

As he made his way onto the parking lot, in the ebbing sunlight he spotted three figures huddled around his convertible. He quickly realized as he drew closer that it was Aizawa, Mogi, and Ide.

“You guys…?”

Aizawa turned to him. “Matsuda!” He raised out a hand, clutching a small, wrapped box.

Matsuda’s eyes widened as he realized what he held, and he noticed that the others held identical gifts as well.

Aizawa noticed his confused glances. “We thought about it, and we decided your idea was a good one after all.”

“But Light-”

“What Light doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Mogi spoke.

Ide sighed. “Now do you have your gift or not? Our reservations are in half an hour.”

Matsuda couldn’t believe it. “Reservations!?”

Aizawa smiled. “Yeah, Mogi here got us a table at that fancy ramen place, Ichiraku.”

“That’s incredible!” Matsuda was beaming. “My gift has been in the car for weeks, I was actually going to throw it out tonight.”

“Well, good thing you didn’t!” Aizawa laughed. “Now, you’re driving.”

“Ah hell, Matsuda is a terrible driver!” Ide complained.

“Stop complaining and get in, Ide,” Mogi gave him a slap on the back of neck.

“Thanks for this guys” Matsuda said as he got into the car. “I really…” Aizawa noticed the heaviness that overcame him.

“Don’t sweat it, Matsuda, just drive. I’m starving!”

Matsuda smiled. Soon the four were on their way “Hey guys! I almost forgot, I burned a CD of some Christmas music. There’s a really good one on here, its called…What I want- No! All I want for Christmas!”

#submission

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eyecicles · 5 years

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Thoughts on canon vs fandom treatment of female characters? Like the source material not having much in the way of female characters in general (at least relatively in the sense that I can count significant/developed female characters on one hand compared to the much larger number of important male characters) and how that translates into fandom treatment of female characters (misa and kiyomi being treated like shit in fanfics, ect). Sorry this is vague I just like your spicy opinions lmao

That’s a very interesting question! …Also a topic I’m very careful with but I do have some thoughts I would like to share nonetheless.

I completely agree that it’s quite obvious that Ohba cares more about the development of his male characters, about making them more unique in their motivations. Large parts of Death Note are about Light manipulating people (not about being accidentally successful and smart because of his ~magical powers~, that’s such an annoying take, honestly). And when you look at how he treats female characters, starting with Yuri, later Naomi, then Misa, Rem and Kiyomi, it becomes pretty clear that both he and Ohba always use the same tactic. Yes, because while writing a sexist character doesn’t make you or your story sexist per se, it’s just the sad truth that Ohba wrote it that way for a reason. (From what I’ve heard about his other works, DN is comparatively mild in the sexism department though)

If you compare that to the much more complex ways Light manipulates male characters, you can see very easily how they’re more developed by default. Not only has Light a much harder time with them, he evades characters like L and Near or even Aizawa, who isn’t a certified genius, by, well, not getting caught until the end.

Actually, I think it’s pretty interesting how characters deal with the fact that Light is Kira. The only female character who figures out his identity on her own is Misa, and she mostly manages that due to her special powers (the Shinigami eyes). Of course Misa is never praised for that and she’s routinely portrayed as dumb, while most of her character is about her obsession with Light… which only poses a problem for a few chapters.

Very popular fanon but fanon nonetheless: Naomi figuring out Light is Kira. She didn’t; Light told her himself and she’s in fact more than a little shocked by it, and of course, already doomed when she finds out the truth.

Kiyomi is told as well, and she’s a Kira supporter anyway, in love with Light, and relatively easy to manipulate - even though we see her struggling with being ordered to kill people. What’s apparently more of a problem is her questioning Light about Misa, but really, he’s mostly just annoyed and her jealously is something the narrative actively makes fun of (confirmed by Ohba himself).

And I agree that that’s mostly why the fandom finds it so easy to reduce especially Misa and Kiyomi to romance- or sex-obsessed dumbasses who are basically only there to be annoying. I wouldn’t defend that kind of treatment ever, but yes, it’s obvious where it comes from.

It’s more mild with Naomi, and Rem might be the only female character whose motivation is her love for another female character, but most of the main female characters have one thing in common: their character arcs being about love. Compare that to main male characters, and you can tell that the narrative treats love and romance as a “woman thing”. (Even Matsuda, who does show interest in romance, gets a surprisingly interesting and even touching arc. His character is mostly about being painfully average (painfully is the keyword here: the narrative shows much less pity for our average women, actually; they aren’t necessarily average, just not as much as smart as Light which is treated as given), about seeking recognition, about being bitterly disappointed by the person he trusted (Light) and his final moments with Light are ridiculously intense and well-written.)

(Soichiro isn’t motivated by personal love per se, but his “blindness” for who Light really is treated as something tragic and relatable. Soichiro dies, yes, but he’s seen almost as a hero for his strong morals and love for his son. Not comparable to Misa and Kiyomi at all.)

I indeed can’t count the fics where female characters only made an appearance to show the reader how much dumber, or even more evil, they are compared to Light’s love interest (which is usually L or a female OC). And while I don’t see Misa as just a victim of Light, it’s disgusting how people take what those characters are mainly about and make it (+ their personalities) worse than they were in canon. Instead of, you know, giving them more agency. It’s fanfiction, guys, they don’t have to be an obstacle for your ships if you don’t want to. Considering that Light shows no real interest in them either way, I find it even more arbitrary to write them that way.

Even though I’m used to see that kind of treatment, since I’ve been in fandoms for almost 15 years, it still shocks me how nasty and spiteful people can be about characters like Misa and Kiyomi. I rarely see male characters treated like that in fanfics, even when the general fandom opinion about them is a negative one. (The exceptions are unlikeable, ugly, comic relief kind of antagonists like Demegawa)

The fandom can be wildly different depending on where you look; on websites like YouTube or Reddit, it’s definitely more difficult to find people who like them, or people who at least try to see past that one trope the fandom likes to reduce them to. I’ve seen people making fun of their deaths or writing their own gruesome deaths for them, I’ve seen people praising Light to no end while hating Misa for being a serial killer.

While on tumblr, I often see the exact opposite of that. I wouldn’t say it’s just as bad, obviously not, but it’s still worth discussing, I think. It makes a lot of sense to try and make characters like Misa, Kiyomi, Naomi, Sayu, or Rem more intriguing and complex. I absolutely love what “Those” did to Kiyomi for example; it shows very clearly what we could have had with a better (or at least less sexist) writer than Ohba.

But if I’m being completely honest, what I’m not a fan of, is people completely taking everything about a character to make them something they’re 100% not. It’s one thing to make someone more complex, but something quite different to make Misa a feminist and mere victim who only pretended to like Light. I guess that’s partly a personal preference, but something about making a female character just a victim, when they’re canonically not, is a bit… icky to me. I think we can treat Misa with more compassion than Ohba did without making her a mere victim.

And some goes for Naomi; her indeed being tricked by Light, her being naive, yes, even in “Another Note”, doesn’t make her less sympathetic or cool. It often feels like we want to put female characters on a pedestal just so we can allow ourselves to stan them just as much as the male main characters.

I can’t see why Light is allowed to be a complex serial killer you can love or hate, while Misa isn’t. It’s telling how even people who like Misa often seem to feel the need to make her an angel, while Light fans often find it more easy to accept that he’s a bastard indeed. (There are Light apologists as well, but they at least rarely try to reduce him to nothing more than a puppet who got screwed over big time)

Even when female characters are very well-written and developed, like Discworld characters, the fandom often scrutinises them way more harshly than the male ones. But yeah, having a distinct difference in the writing of male vs female characters in a story… definitely makes the fandom react in more extreme ways.

I would actually love to read more Misa, Naomi and Kiyomi centric stories where they’re allowed to keep their flaws while getting the development Ohba never gave them. And your ask reminded me that I can, want and should write stories like that too, haha.

#answered #anon #death note #misa amane #kiyomi takada #naomi misora #rem #meta

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47. Apple Pie

dslkfjads i know when we talked u said u were thinking of misa for this but what about??? sachiko???

Fingers dug into a flour bag and spread it over thecountertop until it was covered. Sachiko wiped her hands off on her skirt.White patches stuck to the pink fabric looking like snow on a flower patch. Outof a glass bowl, she pulled pie dough, put it on the white counter and pattedit. Sitting on top of a mound of flour, the dough was a curled animal waitingto be treated gently. To the side was a bowl of apples cut into eighths andcovered in cinnamon.

In the living room, Sayu brayed to her friend on her cellphone about their communications professor. Something about how he didn’t evenread their papers and graded them all on if he liked them or not. Sachikofrowned but her heart was easy. She didn’t approve of her daughter disparagingher professors but just the sound of Sayu was good. Her voice gave the house acheerful pulse that it lacked these days. Soichiro wasn’t around often. Lightdidn’t come over unless he needed to do laundry and even then, he brought Misawith him. He was supposed to join them for dinner tonight which meant she’dhave to set a place for Misa as well.

Sachiko pulled out a long wooden rolling pin and started tostretch the dough. Underneath her hands, the rolling pin pushed wave-likeagainst her palms. Each push was a mindless action, easy to do and then concentrateon other things. She opened the windows of her mind and let in some air to dustoff her thoughts.

She liked Misa just fine. There wasn’t much about her todislike beyond her continued girlishness, exaggerated by the mature figureLight struck next to her. Sachiko didn’t feel as though Misa was the bestchoice but at the very least she was a choice. For a long time, she had herdoubts Light would settle into a girl, find one that fit him, before he wasmuch older and she hadn’t expected Misa to be the one he made a home with. Shepictured a more elegant sort of woman at her son’s side, a woman who could holdher own in a conversation and challenged Light. Of course, one could nevertruly predict their child’s decisions and Light had always been such a discerningyoung man. Misa must have some quality to her that attracted him even ifSachiko didn’t see it.

Sayu snorted and Sachiko pushed her rolling pin to the veryedge of the dough. When they were children, she worried that Sayu might becovered by Light’s shadow. Once she started school, Sachiko and Soichirothought perhaps they might be lucky enough for two little geniuses. That outcomenever surfaced but Sayu didn’t seem upset to come home with poorer grades thanher brother. Rather than trail behind him, she walked beside Light with her ownaccomplishments—her social skills and a second place trophy from a youth soccerleague.

Leaning over, Sachiko closed oneeye and checked the dough’s thickness. Perfect. Slipping careful hands beneathit, she lifted the dough and carried it over to the pie tin. With a gentlegrace, she let it drape over the metal. Picking up a knife, she started to cutaway the excess dough when the house phone rang. She put the knife down, wipedher hands again and took the green plastic phone off the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mom.” Light’s voice strainedfor politeness. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m alright.” Sachiko triedto push down the worry welling up in her stomach. That strain only came throughwhen Light had bad news. “How funny that you called. I was just thinking ofyou.”

“Really?” Genuine surprise liftedLight’s tone and the worry faded a touch. “Why?”

“Well,” she said. “You rememberhow you used to eat all those apples when you were younger? I thought it mightbe nice to have apple pie for dessert tonight, just as something fun. What doyou think?”

“Hm? Oh. Yeah, that sounds great,Mom.” Rustling sounds in the background warned her he was at work. “It’s justthat, well, I don’t think Misa and I will be able to make it.”

Her heart sucked into itself anddropped. For a moment, Sachiko thought maybe she heard wrong. Perhaps the phonehad chopped Light’s words to make him cancel again.

“Are you sure?” The tentativepitch of her voice embarrassed her. To speak to her son in such a small way wasridiculous. “You haven’t come to dinner once this month.”

“I’ve just been,” Light paused, “busylately. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m your mother.” Sachiko let herwords go hard. “There’s a lot I can understand. But this is the third time you’vecanceled. I don’t want to tell you how to live your life but it tells a lotabout your character when you don’t stick to your plans.”

Light huffed but she knew he waslistening. When he got upset, that’s when she knew he absorbed what she said.It was the only time he left the door open a crack so she could come in.

“I just can’t come,” he said. “Idon’t see how that says anything about my character.”

“You shouldn’t cancel plans theday of,” she said. “It’s very rude. I didn’t raise you to be rude.”

“Mom.”

“Light.”

Something tapped and she picturedhim sitting in his little office, tapping his pencil to the desk in circles theway he used to when he did his homework. She’d seen his workplace and she knewhe didn’t like it. He hadn’t said as much but in his eyes, disappointmentsurfaced when he told her this cubicle was his. She remembered when Soichirofirst started and how his desk had been cluttered with their wedding photo,little framed pictures of Light and then Sayu. There were no pictures on Light’sdesk.

Light sighed and the tappingstopped.

“Alright,” he said. “We’ll bethere.”

“Good.” Sachiko grinned with a bitof unhappiness wedged between her teeth. “I’m very glad.”

“Of course.” A trickling laughbroke through the phone. It was so nice to hear Light laugh in his soft, sweetway. “Does that guilt trip work on Dad too?”

“Oh yes. But he usually gave memore heads up. I could prepare a better speech.”

Light let out a louder laugh thatsounded like plastic wrap ripping and discomfort spiked through Sachiko. She preferredhis other laugh.

“Okay,” Light said. “I have to gonow. But I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes.” Sachiko twisted the phonecord around her finger. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Silence carved a canyon betweenthem before Light responded.

“Me too.” His tone was perfunctorybut beneath it was a strange solemn tone. “Good bye, Mom. I love you.”

She repeated the phrase back andthen hung up. On the counter, the pie sat with excess dough half cut andhanging on the side. Sayu cackled at something her friend said. Sachiko lookeddown at her skirt and shook her head. She’d need to change into something nicerfor dinner.

#death note #my fic #my parents just visited so i'm like #fresh off hving mom interactions #so here's what i got #13eyond13

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miitzwrites · 6 years

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Empty Kiss (2)

Hey y’all, welcome to the second part of Type of Kisses: A lawlight series. This time, the type of kiss is Empty Kiss (When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore.)

Originally, this started as a collection of random drabbles, but one thing led to the other, and now, I have and idea, still vague, but an idea nevertheless, about the direction of this fic. It is not longer just a series, but a story, although The format reminds the same, each chapter is consecutive to the previous one (with the exception of Unbreakable Kiss: Alternative Ending). Now, the updates will take a bit longer, since I’m working on a fanfic for ML and another series for Sailor Moon (ironic, I know), but don’t worry, your support and kind words motivate me to keep trying to give you all a story that you can enjoy and that contributes to this fandom.

As always, English isn’t my first language, and this piece was unbeta’ed. Find me on Tumblr as miitzwrites , and send me prompts if you want to! (As you can see, I live for the angst!]

Without further ado, enjoy!

(Part 1 || Alternative Ending)

"... and in other news, a new wave of mass murders have recently started all around Japan. The NPA is refusing to give any official statement, but our sources say that Kira might be active again after 5 years of inactivity."

Light turned off the TV. He poured himself another cup of coffee, and stared out the window. “That idiot. Must be bored again,” he voiced his thoughts, in the solace of his apartment. “He's going to cause trouble again.”

OoO

“We’ll keep you all updated, in case the famous detective L assists the NPA again.”

L stopped abruptly his typing, and raised from his seat, taking a bunch of candies and stuffing his mouth with the sweets. “What are you up to, Kira?” he wondered loudly, which caused the young man who was working with him to move his eyes from the monitor, and set them on his mentor.

“Did you say something, L?”

“No, Near. Please, call the others. We need to discuss something.”

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“Stop being a bitch, Mells, I told you I'm sorry.”

“Well, you can take your sorry ass out of my bedroom!”

“Don't be like that, Mells.”

L cleared his throat, making the two young detectives jump off their seats. Since the three heirs began their training, L had gotten closer to them, being almost like a big brother to them. But in occasions, he wondered how such brilliant minds, lived inside of such crude bodies.

“I would appreciate if you keep that conversation for another time.” Mello and Matt blushed slightly, and nodded, then L continued. “As you know, a series of murders have arisen panic in Japan, claiming that Kira might be out on the streets again. I’m 75% certain that we’re not dealing with the same killer, but I decided to travel to Japan before this gets out of our hands.”

“Are we going with you?” Mello interrupted, sounding a little bit excited. “No, Mello, that’s the opposite of what I’m about to ask you.”

Mello shrugged, and pulled out a bar of chocolate from his pocket, clearly disappointed. “You’re going to work on my current cases. I need you to work and cooperate with each other. I cannot have my attention split in two, so I trust you, Matt and Near will do a splendid job until I return.”

Near nodded from his spot on the floor, placing her figures in order, as if forming a small army with his toy soldiers. Matt, on his side of the couch, played with his portable video game, but he nodded as well, agreeing with L. The only person in the room who had his eyes still focused on L was Mello, who was looking at his mentor with doubt in his eyes.

“Is there something you want to say, Mello?” L inquired him, picking up on his mood.

“Why do you need to go all the way down to Japan when you can work from here? Are you planning on finally arresting that Yagami boy?”

The room became silent. Near lost his concentration, placing all his toys down to look at L’s reaction. Matt dropped his game, elbowing Mello in the ribs. Then, he turned to look at L.

L stood up abruptly. His expression was blank, but his heirs could notice the insignificant change in his demeanor. It was subtle, but there it was, the tension in his jaw, and the way his fingers clenched. He was beyond angry. Near and Matt then shared a look, thinking at the same time ‘Mello is fucked’.

“Are you questioning my decisions, Mihael? Because I will not tolerate such behavior here. If you don’t like how I proceed, then you might as well leave. I am sure Near and Matt are capable enough to take over my place at any given time. And now, I don’t want to see any of you until it’s time for me to leave. You are dismissed.” With that, L abandoned his office, and left the three young men speechless. L never seemed mad, or angry, well, he never showed any real emotion. But when he did…

“Couldn’t you just shut your damn mouth for five seconds?” Matt asked irritated, retrieving a cigarette from his back pocket. “Keep bitching and Snow White here will get you outta the team.”

“Matt, shut up. The last thing you need is to cause another scene, not in L’s office.” Near intervened, picking up his toys. “I am sure your curiosity was honest, but it is better if we avoid the topic in front of L.”

Mello huffed, taking a bite of his chocolate, and munching loudly. It was true. The subject of Kira was almost forbidden. They knew the basics, they had to as a part of their training, but there were some missing pieces. Although neither of them discussed it with L, in private , their discussions never stopped. The three heirs came to the same conclusion that either L had been wrong all the way, blaming the model student Light Yagami, or, for some strange reason, he was protecting him.

And they knew L was never wrong.

“Do you think they fucked?” Mello blunted out, earning a disgusted noise from both, Matt and Near.

“That’s too much information, Mells. It’s none of out business if L hooked up with him or not.”

“Well, it is if Yagami is the original Kira.”

“He was never arrested, Mello.”

“Yeah, but what if-.”

“Are you done with your speculations?” Watari asked from the entrance, shaking his head as he entered to refill L’s bowl of candies. Mello and Matt were startled, and Near only shrugged. The three young men muttered a ‘sorry’ and practically ran out of the office.

When Watari was alone, he took an old folder that contained the reports on the Kira case. A piece of paper fell to the floor, and he leaned down to pick it up, realizing that it was a photograph of Light Yagami. The old man let out a heavy sigh, and whispered. “I hope you know what you’re doing, son.”

Ooooo

“Come on, Light, it’s your father, he must have told you something.” Matsuda offered a coffee to Light, as both of them made their way to the meeting room. Light took a sip, grimacing when he tasted the over sweetness of his coffee. “Dad doesn’t discuss anything that is not directly related to the case I am working on. I can assure you, I am as lost as you are.”

Resigned, Matsuda opened the door of the meeting room, and walked to one of the seats in the front, Light followed him. One by one, the former members of the Kira Task Force arrived, including the stubborn Aizawa. Then, moments later, Deputy Director Soichiro Yagami arrived as well.

“Good morning, everyone. Thanks for coming here today.” Soichiro greeted the detectives, “This meeting will be short, and everything I say, stays here in this room. Understood?” The detectives nodded in synchrony. “Good. Now, the reason why I called you all here today is simple. We suspect that Kira is operating again.”

The detectives looked at each other, with a puzzled expression. Light remained in silence. The news weren't a novelty for him. He was sure that, sooner or later, this would happen.

“I was contacted this morning by Watari, L’s assistant. He and L will be here by tomorrow night.” Light swallowed hard, the mention of L still brought painful memories that he would rather forget.

The rest of the conference passed on a blur for Light, who ignored his father’s words. “… and tomorrow, we'll start working at L's building. Watari said the installations are ready for use. I believe that's all for now. You are free to go.”

The detectives abandoned the room, more confused than they were at the begging. Matsuda smiled at Light, “Just like the old days, eh?” He then turned around and left the room.

“What's troubling you, son?” Soichiro asked Light, noticing the pensive look on his face. “I shouldn't be a part of this investigation. You asked for the original team members, and the only reason I participated was because I was the main suspect.”

“Son, your collaboration was important, and your insights into the case very helpful. And besides, it was L himself who requested your participation.”

Light took in a deep breath, surprised, and such reaction was noticed by his father. Soichiro placed both hands on Light's shoulders, “I know you and L were close friends,” he said tentatively, gauging his expression, “Light, whatever it is, you can talk to me. You know that, right?” Light didn’t answer, and nodding once, he gathered his things to leave.

Soichiro watched him with concern in his eyes. Whatever had happened between him and L, still upset Light. He only hoped their ‘relationship’ wouldn’t compromise this investigation.

Ooooo

Light woke up with a start. His breathing was uneven, and his shirt clung to his wet skin. He felt sick.

It wasn't rare that he suffered from nightmares. Even before giving up the ownership of the Death Note, he rarely spent a night without having a vicious dream creeping into his head. These days, however, his nightmares weren't full of blood and death, but of an unbearable loneliness that always accompanied him.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, and looked at the nightstand clock. 3:29 am. He knew he wouldn't get back to sleep, so he got up, and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Minutes later, he was on the small kitchen, sipping on his coffee. Black and strong without sugar or cream. The liquid was hot on his tongue, almost scalding, but he didn't mind. Sometimes, pain reminded him that he was human after all.

The ideas of owning the world had long ago been forgotten. Without L, his most worthy adversary, Light had nothing but boredom.

When the Task Force closed the Kira case, Light kept a low profile for a few months, trying to erase L's memory from his mind as he continued his mission. And yet, he quickly got bored. In more than one occasion, Ryuk asked him why he hadn't written L's name down yet, but Light didn't have an answer for that.

His memory wouldn't allow him to forget, but he kept L's name written on a piece of paper, secured in the secret compartment of his watch. Then, one day, without explanation, he gave up the ownership of the notebook. He didn't want to miss his memories (L's memories), so he conserved a small piece of the notebook, also hidden away. He would touch it occasionally, to not let go what was left of L.

Immersed on his thoughts, Light didn't see the dark, winged figure that posed behind of him. A familiar laugh, that he knew so well, resounded through the walls of his small kitchen, startling him.

“Time has made you soft, Light. Have you forgotten about your ol' friend Ryuk?” The Shinigami asked, with a huge grin plastered over his face. “Thought you'd be happier to see me.”

“You dropped your notebook again, didn't you?” Light asked, clearly angered at the unprompted visit of the Shinigami. Ryuk shrugged off, and took one of the apples that Light kept around, just in case.

“Old habits die hard, Light, you should know that,” Ryuk answered with a mouth full, and licked off his fingers the juice of the fruit. “What do you want, Ryuk?” Light questioned the Shinigami, with exasperation in his voice. “I'm just playing a cordial visit to my old friend. Remember, we had such a good time, Light.”

Light wasn't pleased with his answer, so he moved to the counter and took another apple, offering it to Ryuk, who immediately engulfed it. “Fine. Just remember that I'm not your enemy or your ally. Here I am a mere spectator. But our new Kira wants to meet his god.”

Light was intrigued. Why would a man, with unlimited power, want to meet him? “And why are you telling me this, Ryuk?”

“Because he's no fun, Light. And if I know you, you'll want to find him first.”

“Are you warning me?”

“Hyuk, not at all! I just want to see what happens next!”

Before Light could ask more, Ryuk flew through the walls. “I’ll see you soon, Ryuk.”

Ooooo

The Former Kira Task Force arrived at their original Headquarters around 8:00pm. Matsuda, even after all these years, couldn’t help the silly grin on his face as he digited the access code to the elevator, and signaled the others to get in. He considered a big opportunity for him to work with L once more. He wanted to show him how much he had matured and grown up as a detective. Aizawa and Mogi teased him for acting like a newbie, but he didn’t care. He decided not to let them bother him.

Light wished he could share his enthusiasm.

In moments like these, he wondered how different his life would be if he’d never met L. Putting aside the fact that he might be still punishing criminals, he was convinced that he would find this meeting more enjoyable, challenging. But right now, he felt nothing but an overwhelming feeling of uneasiness. He wanted to see L again, yes, but he wasn’t sure the same thing could be said about L.

Light did hear his fellow teammates talking about him. They thought he was privileged, not only his father was the Deputy Director, but Light himself had accomplished what most hadn’t at his young age. He was the youngest member of the Task Force and the NPA, and he should feel honored to work for L again, to work with him. This could be a huge boost to his career, as the original Kira case was. But Light couldn’t care less about that.

Not, when he was about to see the man who stopped the real Kira five years ago. The man whose name he treasured.

The elevator stopped in the 10th floor. The detectives were greeted with an old sight. The monitors were on, files were scattered over the place, and an old man waited for them with a warm cup of tea.

“Gentlemen,” Watari bowed to them, “I’m glad you all decided to join L again.”

“We didn’t have much choice, did we?”

“Aizawa!”

Watari conserved his calm expression, and nodded lightly. “In fact, you have a choice. You were requested to come here, which you all already did, but you can decide whether you stay or not. L is waiting in the adjoining office, and he wants to speak with each of you in private, before we begin.” Watari set the teapot down, and served their tea. “Light Yagami, I believe you go first.”

Although he wasn’t visibly affected, Light ran his hand through his hair, being this the only signal of his nervousness. He walked the short way to the adjoining office, and knocked at the door. “Come in.”

He counted to three before opening the door. His eyes were fixed on the crouched detective, who was going through the recent murders, analyzing every picture on the screen. Light closed the door, and took his time to admire him from afar. L hadn’t changed like he would’ve imagined. He was still lean, and his skin conserved the same pale color that he remembered. From his spot, he could see that under his eyes, he had the same dark circles as before. His dark, unruly hair, conserved its aspect. The only noticeable thing that Light could identify was the small crinkles that adorned the edges of L’s eyes.

“Are you done with your scrutiny?” L asked in a monotone voice, and Light had to remind himself that this time, he wasn’t imagining him. L was real, in front of him. And he had to control his need to reach out and touch him.

“Watari said you want to talk to me first.” There was no need for introductions or a friendly approach between them, he knew it as well as L did.

“I want to confirm your presence on this team.”

“Actually, I was hoping to have an option, like the others.”

“But you're not like the others, Kira. Never forget that.”

Light wanted to argue at that, but L didn't give him the chance. He continued talking business like, which annoyed Light greatly. “There is a small percentage that Kira has re-started his killings after nearly five years of inactivity. Nevertheless, I’m more inclined to accept that a third Kira has, somehow, gotten a Death Note, and has no link to the original Kira. Tell me Light, which one is correct?”

“Your second guess.” Light answered without hesitation. L placed his thumb between his lips, and worried his finger. “How could I know that you’re not lying?”

“…” Light didn’t want to confess that he had renounced the Death Note. He didn’t want to explain why he did it, or what he hoped would happen. Would L finally understand if he did? He doubted it.

“Trust me, L, I have nothing to do with this.” Light said calmly, taking a few steps closer to L. The man, unintentionally, flinched when he saw Light approaching him. “Why should I trust Kira?” he asked, “Why should I trust him when he says nothing but lies?”

To tell the truth, Light was hurt by his words. L had every right to feel that way, but Light wanted to believe that he may give him a chance to speak his mind.

“For the same reason that Kira hasn't written your name.” Light answered blandly, and something flickered in L's eyes that he couldn't quite explain, but whatever it was, disappeared quickly.

“Because Kira likes power. He wants to have everything under his control. And if he believes I wouldn't defy him once more, merely because he knows my name, he's dead wrong.”

“Aren't you going to ask why, L?” Light took another tentative step closer, and L looked up at him, with those dark orbs that could consume him whole. “I have no intention of bringing up useless memories that will not help us with this current case. As far as I know, Kira was sentenced to the death penalty, and is rotting in nothingness, whether he was the original killer or not.”

“Those memories aren't useless, L, I thought you knew that.”

“They are for me,” L stated, and returned to his work, “You can go now, Light,” he dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and that simple action finally made Light snap at L. “No, L, I won't go until you listen to me!” He raised his voice, ignoring the fact that the whole Task Force, his father included, were behind that door. “I have no interest on listening to your lies, Light, now if you excuse me, I have work to do.”

But Light wouldn't let this conversation die, not now that he finally had L before him. Forcefully, he grabbed the front of L's shirt, obliging him to get up from the chair. “What we had was really a waste for you?” L felt a tremor run down his body. The closeness, the intensity of Light's eyes, and the subtle fragrance that he could smell, were almost overwhelming. What was he supposed to tell him? ‘No, Light, I cherish what he have, but I can't forgive Kira’? No. Expressing his feelings like that would only show up his greatest weakness.

Light Yagami was it.

“I told you, Kira, do with my name what you will. Just let me make sure that this killer ends up in prison. I do not want to make the same mistake twice.”

The proximity between them brought up old feelings that neither of them could bury down in their hearts. Light refused to admit it, and L wouldn’t accept it, but having the other so close, was messing with their minds.

When L returned to London, he had sworn to forget Light.

When Light gave up the Death Note, he had promised he would let go L.

Neither one of them were true to their word.

In a violent impulse, Light brought his lips to L’s, crashing in a bruising kiss. If this was wrong or not, he didn't care. Five years was a long time without touching L. The other detective remained still, apparently unperturbed by Light’s actions. ‘Don’t give in, now. Don’t give in’ he mentally repeated to himself, curling his hands into fists at his sides, preventing himself from touching Light.

Light pulled apart, enough to whisper “Please, L,” and hoping to get a positive reaction from L, Light cradled his face between his hands, tenderly, and kissed his lips again, softer this time, but he was met by a pair of stone cold lips, that used to taste sweet.

“I understand, Ryuzaki,” Light muttered, as he put some distance between them. L returned to his seat, and resumed his work, as if that would clarify his mind. Without another word, Light stepped out the office, and walked pass the other members of the Task Force, and got into the elevator. When the doors closed, he released a sigh that he didn’t know was holding on.

Ooooo

How could a former god feel so completely and utterly broken by rejection? That wasn't a mystery to Light, who learned to live with the constant ache that L's missing body caused him. He unlocked the door of his apartment, and once inside, he leaned against the wall, and he slowly sank to the floor. He closed his eyes, and rested his head on his knees, fighting back the bubble of emotions that threatened to float to the surface.

He wasn't sure if he would be able to pretend that nothing happened between him and L. The tension to have him so close was too much for him, and even if he could act cool and composed before the others, it was impossible to feign it in front of L.

Defeated, he stood up, and took his tie and shirt off, walking to the bathroom to take a long shower. Tomorrow would be another day, and if they manage to find this Kira quickly, L would return to London, and probably, this time for good.

And who knows, maybe he could regain the control of the Death Note. At least, he thought, that would fill a little bit of the empty space in his life.

Ooo

L instructed the rest of the Task Force to return tomorrow morning, and then, they could formally begin the investigation.

His conversations with each member didn't give him more information than what he already had, but still, that helped him to put aside the incident with Light.

Was he telling him the truth? He was certain of it, but his rational mind didn't allow him to trust him again.

L opened the first drawer of the desk, and pulled out the file of the original Kira case. Inside, he kept a photograph of Light. Sometimes, in the solitude of his office, he would spend time observing it, as if to memorize his features. It was useless, though, there was no way to forget Light Yagami.

Now that he could see it, he noticed how much Light had matured. His face was more angular, his eyes sharper, and the juvenile gloss that he remembered, seemed lost to him.

L could still feel the ghost of Light's lips on his, like a recurrent dream that made him aware of how lonely he was. Stupid. Those feelings were a waste of his time. He was L, the world's greatest detective. He didn't have the privilege to feel like a normal person would.

Defeated, he put the folder away. “Is something troubling you. Sir?” Watari asked as he entered, carrying a tray with tea and cookies fresh baked. “It's Light,” L replied, taking a cookie. There were no lies between them, and although Watari didn't agree with L and all of his choices, he appreciated the trust that he put on him.

“Is there anything I can do to assist you?”

“Watari, how long would it take you to set up the surveillance system in the apartment of Light Yagami?”

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asktemmie-frisk · 6 years

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True Colors (a.k.a. The Final Part) (Lost and Found Arc)

About an hour and a half later, Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Asgore, Erica and Soichiro were at Dr. Lillian's office again. Their session was already taking place while Soichiro and Erica waited for all of them just outside the door on the bench again. Suddenly, Toriel walked up to the temmie and magician. Soichiro had a disappointed look on his face when he saw Toriel, and Erica growled lowly, bearing her teeth.

"So, I suppose you both know what I did." Toriel said, full of guilt.

"My son was crying when he called us last night." Soichiro said with a dark tone.

"He wanted you dead for hurting Chara, but he was sad that he wouldn't get to see you again." Erica said, bringing out her claws on one hand.

"Give me at least one reason as to why we should let you back into our son's life, and quickly before I turn you into dust."

"Because I want to make up for it by going to the session and actually staying this time. I had a nightmare, and it made me realize that there's something seriously wrong with me. I wanted to kill myself today, and I didn't because Sans made me snap out of it. Please. I need to talk to Dr. Lillian."

Erica and Soichiro lowered their guard upon hearing the humble way Toriel spoke.

"Wow. You wanted to die because you thought my son would be better off?"

"Yes. I've felt this way for a long time, and I need help. Please let me go inside. Kill me after if you must. I don't care. But at least let me show my true self first."

"Are you trying to get us to forgive you?"

"No. I don't want you to forgive me. I want you to know I'm sorry. After this, I...want to go end it all. But...I need to let your son see the scared little girl I really am first. Please."

Erica and Soichiro were humbled at how sincere Toriel was being. They decided she wasn't a threat to their son anymore.

"Apology accepted. Now go in there, and get the help you need." Erica said, retracting her claws.

"Thank you."

Toriel took the doorknob into her hands, more nervous than ever as she heard a conversation on the other side. She stepped in.

"And to be fair, if all of you are trying to heal, who's to say she wouldn't follow suit?" Asked Dr. Lillian.

"It's nice that you're being optimistic about it, doctor." Asriel said skeptically.

"It's just that...I..."

Toriel silently stepped into the room without saying a word as Asriel and everyone else in the room looked right at her while she closed the door.

"Mom? Is that you?"

Toriel nodded her head, keeping a sullen expression on her face.

"Mom, have you been crying?"

Toriel didn't answer the question.

"If...I may be so bold...I've...come to get help...if you'll have me." Toriel said shyly.

All of them were in shock. They couldn't believe Dr. Lillian was right. They accepted her happily. Even Frisk started wagging his tail.

"OF COURSE WE'LL HAVE YOU, MOM! GET OVER HERE!" Chara exclaimed happily as she gave Toriel a hug.

"WELL, IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Asriel said in a distorted voice, confirming Flowey was speaking as well.

"You finally admit it! How nice!" Asgore said proudly.

They all gave Toriel a hug, who became apprehensive. She didn't feel like she deserved the affection at all.

"Please let go. I don't deserve this." She begged.

"No. Now that you're here, I think it's time you confess." Frisk said with his eyes turning orange.

"Oh, but don't worry about being chastised right now. Honesty is a perfectly acceptable outcome in here, for this is a judgment free zone. However, I will judge you a little if you don't say what's on your mind."

"Judge how you wish today, Frisk. Even if you see me as a monster in the truest sense of all, it would still be far too kind of a judgment."

"We'll see about that. Take a seat."

Toriel sat down alongside everyone else in the room.

"Now then Ms. Toriel, you're already making good progress toward becoming the person you want to be." Congratulated Dr. Lillian.

"Now all you need to do to start healing is this: speak your mind."

"What? Really?" Asked a scared Toriel.

"Yes. Speak your mind, and you'll be heard."

Toriel trembled a little. She was so scared of what would happen next that she couldn't keep herself still. Suddenly, Chara and Asriel placed their hands on both of Toriel's shoulders. Asriel let Flowey talk to her.

"Hey. I know you and I didn't get along the other day, but you got this. You're doing what I thought would be impossible for you, so Asriel wanted me to give you a second chance." Said the alter-ego.

Toriel took a deep breath in and out.

"That's good. You got this, mom. Go for it." Asriel said, getting back control.

"You can do this, mom. Let yourself be honest with your feelings, and you'll feel better." Encouraged Chara.

"Okay. I'm ready." Declared Toriel.

"Good. Now let me hear you speak from your heart." Requested the doctor.

"I'm a horrible woman, Dr. Crenshaw."

"Why do you feel that way?"

"I've done horrible things. I abused Asgore when he and I were married, I raped him, I abandoned him to let himself run the kingdom all on his own while I just ran away and isolated myself like a little kid. I ran away from my responsibilities because I was scared."

"Scared? Why would you be scared, Tori?" Asked a confused Asgore.

"Because when we were married, I always thought of you as lower than me, despite your status as a king. At first, I thought that you were just a gullible wimp, and I could use you for whatever I wanted, and then throw you away like a piece of garbage when I stopped getting it. But when I saw you enter that rage-fueled tirade and declared war against humanity, I was scared. I no longer saw you as a gullible wimp. I saw you as someone I didn't agree with. I just wanted to keep you under my thumb, to make you bow to my every will, to have you answer to my every beck and call. And when I found out that I couldn't contain you forever, I ran away, scared of what would happen if I ever crossed the line with you. I just...I wanted to start over, have a new life. One that didn't involve you."

"Tori...the way you're speaking...it's like you're one of the kids right now."

"Yes. This...is how I really speak. I just never spoke like this because I was scared of what people think of me. I still am. The thought that people can see right through my ruse of high class terrifies me. To no end. And now, I don't wanna start over or anything."

Toriel started crying in front of all of them.

"What do you believe you want, Tori?"

"I just want to die..."

None of them said a word as Toriel held Asgore, clutching his chest as he used it as a tissue.

"I just wanna die. I raped you, abused you, and I let six children die just because of some grudge I had against you. Sans told me it wouldn't do anything to atone, but the truth is I think it'd be for the best, you know? Won't have to worry about a abusive bitch like me."

"Toriel, your death is not required to make things right between me or anyone else."

"Dad's right, mom." Chara said, knowing where Toriel was coming from.

"All you gotta do is...well, you know...what you're doing right now. Admitting that you fucked up in your life, and not blaming it on others."

"Chara, you don't understand." Toriel said, taking herself off of Asgore, who gave her a box of tissues Dr. Lillian passed to him.

"I didn't just blame others. I hated your father. Hated the man I married because he wasn't what I believed to be the ideal person for me: he wasn't cowardly and willing to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, for whatever reason I wanted. He stopped yielding to me. As such, I reacted badly at the signal he sent out. It all took me by surprise. The firey rage he had within him. I pushed this man so hard, he was already at his limit. I pushed him as far as he could handle without being completely broken, but he couldn't tell me until it was too late to say anything, too late to say apologies. When the humans killed you and Asriel, he acted out. And now...I can see it was all my fault. I took the kindest, most gentle monster in the underground, and I crushed his hopes and dreams until he had none. Now he's just a shell of what he used to be, and I'm the one who brought him to that state. He was already close to the edge, precariously balancing himself back and forth to stay up. All the humans did was give him a light tap that was enough to send over the edge. It was easy for them. I broke him."

"Mom, you can't ju-"

"I BROKE HIM! I BROKE ASGORE! I ABANDONED MY OWN PEOPLE BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF HIM! I ESSENTIALLY LEFT EVERY LAST MONSTER TO DIE! AND THE WORST PART IS IT HURTS SO MUCH KNOWING I CAN'T TAKE ANY OF IT BACK! I CAN'T MAKE THE SUFFERING I MADE ALL OF THEM GO THROUGH GO AWAY! IT HURTS! I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE I RUINED EVERYONE'S LIVES!"

Toriel broke down and wailed to herself on the floor. The unfathomable soul-crushing sadness showed its true form. Everyone except the doctor was shocked and worried.

"I just...I...IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR TO ANYONE! You gave me your love and affection, and this is how I repay you?! WITH SPITE AND MALICE?! WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THIS?!"

"Mom, please, you d-"

"NO! I...I can't go easy on myself right now. I won't learn a goddamn thing otherwise. And if I don't learn at one point or another, how am-"

"STOP! Just...stop, Tori." Asgore said, trying to silence her.

Toriel looked away from him as she stood up.

"Listen to us. We all messed up at one point in our lives. But we can't just let our mistakes define who we are."

"Dad's right, mom." Said Chara.

"I mean, look at me, mom. I killed myself so Asriel could have a chance at freeing all of us. It didn't work because I was trying to kill them all, and Asriel knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't listen to him until it was too late to. And...dying sucks, and it's super painful, and I still feel guilty for what happened, mom."

"Chara, please stop. We're talking about what I did to you all!"

"So what?! We all still messed up as a family, mom! We all made a mistake at some point, and we just beat ourselves up over it because none of us knew it was okay to make mistakes!"

"I know, but I want...no. I NEED you and Frisk to know that I'm sorry for kicking you both out. It's just that I didn't want to admit I needed help. But now I know that I do, and...if you're trying to heal and get better...then, will you please let me join you all? I need help, and I want to get better, but I NEED to do it with people I care about. Please. Help me. I beg of you."

Chara, Asriel, and Asgore looked at Toriel with tears in her eyes. Here she was, finally admitting the truth, and she was at her most vulnerable state of all. They all hugged her.

"Huh? Wha...what are you guys doing?"

"Mom. Thank you for telling us the truth. We've been waiting for so long. It feels great to hear and see you as the person I knew you really were."

"Ms. Toriel, I'm so proud of you." Congratulated Dr. Lillian.

"Step to this mirror. I think you're ready to see yourself for the first time. Not how you imagine yourself, but how you truly are."

"Okay." Toriel softly replied as she stepped to the mirror.

"Now, what do you see?"

"I see a woman that's been broken down to her most basic attributes: vanity and spite."

"You know what I see? I see a woman that's just like everyone else: someone that makes mistakes just like us, someone that has been through hell and back just like us, someone that wants to move forward from it all. Just like us."

Toriel heard the doctor's words of encouragement. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She shed her personal vendettas and started to see herself in the way Dr. Lillian described. After a few moments, she saw her reflection clearly, but now in a new light. She opened her eyes wide, surprised and enlightened as she saw her true colors shining through in their finest status.

"Oh, my God. I get it now. I'm not different from you all. I'm...just like the rest of you. Asgore. Asriel. Chara. I'm so sorry for my behavior. I just wish I could've understood what I was doing to you all sooner. And you, Frisk, I'm so sorry I judged you so harshly. I don't think I know how I'll really act if I can be myself, but if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to learn. So as a woman with no more options, can you all teach me how to be the person I really am?"

Frisk's eyes gleamed and shined a bright enough pink to force everyone to cover their eyes. He couldn't help but run to her and glomp himself on her as he licked her face. Chara and Asriel ran to her, too.

"OF COURSE, WE CAN TEACH YOU!" All three young adults exclaimed.

"Well, maybe not teach, but we can help you learn, at least!" Said a proud Asgore.

"Really?! Thank you! Thank you all! Asriel, Chara, I love you kids!"

"We love you too, mom." Said the Dreemurr children.

Toriel turned to Dr. Lillian with a smile on her face.

"Doctor. Thank you. I feel like a weight has been lifted. I'd like to take part in a lot more sessions until we're done, if nobody minds, that is!"

"Please! We wanted you to show up in the first place!" Asriel said triumphantly.

"Very well, then. I think we should probably go home. We have something important to get done."

"Have a nice day, everyone."

And so everyone left in Asgore's car. As they all drove home, the ride was silent. Frisk and Chara were asleep in each other's arms, and Toriel and Asriel were next to each other. Asgore was on the passenger's side of the car while Erica was driving. Soichiro was in the middle and looked back at his son and his girlfriend, and he smiled at the peaceful sight.

About 30 minutes later, they all made it back to the neighborhood. They all got out of Asgore's car, who pulled it back onto his driveway. Erica and Soichiro left, and Chara, Frisk and the boss monsters were left alone.

"So...if you don't mind, you can come back to live with me, you three." Suggested a shy Toriel.

"Yes! Thank you, mom." Chara acquiesced.

Frisk, Chara, Asriel and Toriel walked back inside their house, finally coming to terms with each other.

The oncoming months were much kinder to Frisk and Chara. The therapy sessions resulted in great progress being made, and they all learned a lot about themselves, and why they behaved the way they did. Even Toriel made an amazing breakthrough. None of them forgot what happened at their lowest points, but they now knew, no matter how lost they were, they would always be found by their most powerful memories, and they would be taken back home to the place they belonged, for Frisk and Chara, alongside other people in their lives, were lost because of the sins of their painful past, but the path of redemption found them all, and they strode forth, waiting for the future to shine upon them all.

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secretshinigami · 6 years

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Title: Your Father’s Son Author: @translightyagami (aka james, lmao) For: @abbadon-abandon Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, Soichiro Yagami Rating/Warnings: Gen, No Warnings Prompt: Soichiro and Light Male Bonding time after Light comes out as trans Author’s notes: Ahhh this one was fun to write. I’m always a fan of tooling around with the Yagami family and Light is the most trans man character in the world. i hope that you enjoy this bc i enjoyed writing it :)

Light examined the scar on his knee. It was healed over after a month but still echoed the torn skin, the fresh blood and the dark mark left on the green tennis court. Eyes trained on that scar, he heard his father’s voice as background music to his own thoughts. Nothing being said to him stuck to the insides of his ears, instead floating in and out of his consciousness without any attention paid.

A hand shook his shoulder and Light glanced up to his father’s face.

“Light,” his father said. “Tell me again. Why are you quitting tennis?”

“I’m just not interested in it anymore.” Light shrugged and reached down to pick at his scar. In the summer sun, his binder started to squeeze his ribs, all slick with sweat. The outdoor café they sat at had a scattered amount of tables—about six from what Light could see. Each one had a bright umbrella cast over it and white painted metal chairs. Light’s own chair creaked when he moved as though in pain from the slight weight of him pressing down on it.

“It just isn’t like you to quit,” his father continued and folded his arms onto the table. He leaned forward with his glasses covered by a sharp sun glare. Without the cue of his father’s eyes, Light fidgeted, hand still on his knee, and tried to place his face into the correct position. “You’ve never asked to leave anything else.”

“Yeah.” A waiter passed them carrying a tray with two tea cups. Their quaint and girlish pink appearance sent a spike of derision through Light’s spine. His father had taken him to this café before, on his tenth birthday, and given him a charm bracelet with a tiny tennis racket dangling from the chain. He brought his hands to the table. “Well. I need to focus on my studies anyway. High school is soon.”

His father tilted his head down and his eyes became clear again. A long look of concern pulled at his features that Light didn’t enjoy seeing. Concern wasn’t a good look on his father, not when it was directed toward Light.

“Is this because of your—,” his father hesitated and sighed. “Are you quitting because of this whole transgender thing?”

Over a few years, the prickle of embarrassment that followed any mention of “the transgender thing” faded, but still the feeling ran over Light’s skin. The words bounced off his bones until they landed, heavy, in the pit of his stomach. Shame welled in the back of his throat, but Light swallowed it and met his father’s eyes. At a different table, a group of girls sang happy birthday to their friend.

As Light readied himself to answer, a waiter slid to the side of their table. His slicked back hair revealed a tall forehead speckled with pimples. Summoning more politeness than he liked, Light kept his attention on the man’s nose to avoid staring. His father, hands tucked together and body too large for the chair he sat in, regarded the waiter with a cool, nearly disappointed air. Obviously, he hadn’t expected to be interrupted just yet.

“Hello,” the waiter said. “I apologize for the wait. Seems there’s a lot to celebrate today.”

“Hm.” Light watched his father’s serious expression remain unchanged.

“So. What can I get for you today?” The waiter gulped nervously before pulling out an order pad.

“Oh.” Light took the small menu from the center of the table and flipped it open. His hands shook just enough to jumble the small printed words, his mind still occupied by the previous, unfinished conversation. Without having read a single thing, he shut the menu and passed it to his father. “I’ll have a small coffee, please.”

“Light.” His father’s voice was stern. “You’re too young for coffee.”

“Dad. I’m thirteen,” Light said. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Hm.” Setting the menu down without a glance, Light’s father spoke to the waiter while still staring at Light. “I’ll have the same as my son.”

“Ah. Yes.” The waiter cleared his throat and, when Light chanced a look, his eyes were flat with discomfort. At the back of Light’s neck, his long hair, just brushing the collar of his shirt, was heavy as a rope pulling him down. He sat up straighter, back rigid, and fixed a tepid gaze on the man. His father gave out a strong, pointed cough. The waiter snapped back to him and a sanguine smile pasted over his surprise. “Two small coffees. I’ll be back soon.”

The waiter scrambled off with the shifting steps of a lizard chased into grass. Light’s lip twitched, still held in stiff obligation, but the line of it weakened upon looking at his father. Brow heavy over his dark, focused eyes, Light’s father’s face barely shifted as he regarded his son. He brought his intertwined hands to his cover the lower half of his face with elbows propped on the table.

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me,” his father said. “You can be honest about why you’re quitting. I’ll understand.”

In the sky, a cloud trail spelled out nothing but a long line spun from a tiny jet. Light held his hands in his lap, fidgeting with the urge to gnaw savagely on his nails. Oh, if only his reasons were so normal as to be about his transgender issues. Those would be digestible for his father and fill in the appropriate gaps. After all, wasn’t he supposed to suffer for his identity? Wasn’t that the correct narrative to write out in the blue sky in clouds near ephemeral in their texture?

The truth was Light quit because he was bored. He was bored of winning every match against girls who could hardly hold a racket let alone place an actual shot. He was bored of always hearing them talk about pop idols instead of proper backhand grip and bored of the mind-numbing lack of effort it took to be the best. It wasn’t worth it, really, when there wasn’t any challenge. But boredom wasn’t enough of an excuse to trot out, not the cruel pointed boredom Light had in his stomach. So he feigned a sigh and looked at the table. He thought for a moment about letting his lip protrude into a pout, but decided against it. Better not to play up any kind of childishness; it would be a distraction from the realism of his transgender plight.

“I just don’t feel right playing on the girl’s team.” Light tried to shake his voice into a slight melancholy, but the balance of it tipped into depression. Clearing his throat, he lifted his gaze back to his father and tried again. “It’s been really hard, you know, still wearing those skirts. I just don’t think I belong there anymore.”

“Oh.” Light’s father took a breath, a deep uncomfortable timbre lining his voice. Part of Light rolled his eyes in the back of his head. After an entire year of him being out to his parents and still rumbles, still the shudders of discomfort. His father squeezed one hand into a fist and then a smile, small and blindingly genuine, curled on his lips.

“Light,” he said. “You’re a very smart—,” here he coughed and then continued, “—young man. If you don’t fit on that team, we can always find a new one. Maybe there’s a boys’ league you can join.”

A throb of frustration pinched between Light’s eyebrows and he began to restructure his plan. So playing the transgender card wouldn’t work? Maybe he had to be short and blunt. Of course. He should have thought of that approach first; clear cut language was the only kind his father understood.

“I don’t want to play tennis at all.” Light kicked his feet against the rungs on the metal chair. Dull pings echoed from his motions. “I’m not interested in it anymore.”

“Not interested?”

“No.” Over his father’s shoulder, the waiter came into view with a plastic tray crowned by two white ceramic mugs. “I don’t like it.”

Expression carefully neutral, the waiter set a mug in front of Light and his father. As quickly as he came, the waiter folded himself up and walked off to a table of women laughing.

Light hooked a finger into the handle of his mug and turned it to face the right. He grabbed two French vanilla creamers then paused, attention flickering to his father, who had already started to sip his coffee black. Light dithered with the creamers between his fingers before dropping one back. A palatable silence laid flat over their table while Light poured his creamer in and then used his pinkie to stir his coffee into a light brown.

As he took his first drink, his father set his mug down and nodded absentmindedly.

“So,” Light’s father said. “What are you interested in?”

Light paused. His mind’s delicate gears squealed trying to find a quick answer but there wasn’t one. A great deal of things interested Light—architecture, the way people yelled in reality television shows, the way ants looked when you dripped water on them until they drowned. But none of those things held his attention for longer than a moment and even then he felt his interest fading in every interaction. He waited, coffee mug on the table and losing steam, until one gear turned and rang out the answer he needed.

“Mysteries.” Light looked his father in the eye. “I’m interested in solving mysteries.”

His father put a hand over his mouth and closed his eyes, still nodding. He breathed in deeply, features drawn in concentration, and Light felt off kilter. He’d introduced the subject in hopes that his father might take the bait and be led away from the topic of tennis. But now he wasn’t sure where the idea would take them.

Finally, his father took his hand from his face and met Light’s gaze. He wasn’t smiling but his eyes were so clear that Light felt important, recognized.

“There are a few cases at the department we’ve been having trouble with,” his father said. “We’ve been at them for a bit but haven’t made progress. I know you’re smart, Light, so maybe you’d like to help with them. If you have some time between your studies, of course.”

The beat of Light’s heart stuttered like a butterfly stopped in time. Working on a case? He took a long sip of coffee to hide the excitement welling up in his expression.

His father had never invited him to participate in something so adult with a not insignificant air of masculinity surrounding it. The police force, his father’s department, was a locked room with a handle that Light’s hands slipped on when he tried to turn it. All those men with their backs turned to him, only acknowledging him in passing “what a smart girl” comments that made Light’s palms grow slicker with a panicked sweat. Yet here was his father, holding the door open and telling Light to come inside.

“I do.” His voice cracked and Light winced at the horrible little peep. “I mean. I can make time.”

“Your help would be appreciated.” Reaching across the table, his father patted Light’s hand. “I know you’ll do well. You’ve always been good at figuring things out.”

The solid weight of his father’s hand on his sent a fidget through Light, but he remained still. He couldn’t jeopardize the good will he was being offered. Instead, he grew a soft smile with no teeth showing—perfectly harmless.

“Thank you, Dad,” Light said. “I won’t let you down.”

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The Kira Squad

Author: realtruesuccessor For: serahne Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, L Lawliet, Misa Amane, Kiyomi Takada, Teru Mikami, Kyosuke Higuchi Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Prompt: Breakfast Club AU with Misa, Light, Takada and Mikami ( + someone else if you want ) Author’s notes: I decided to go full Kira squad on this prompt and drag Higuchi into it! I tried to keep this as in-character as possible while still retaining the powerful and relevant themes of The Breakfast Club.

Misa Amane’s shiny black shoes clicked against the dull gray sidewalk as she walked toward her high school. Well, it wasn’t her school. She didn’t own it - not legally, anyway. But Shermer High School was her domain, her kingdom. Where she skipped class, hung out with her crew in bathrooms and locker rooms, smoking cigarettes and other drugs that made the day more bearable. Today, she wasn’t heading to Shermer for a normal school day. It was a Saturday. Detention day. As Misa walked, her hips swayed back and forth to the music in her mind.

A dark shadow in the vague outline of a woman followed Misa everywhere she stepped, hanging over her shoulder like a black cloud. The shadow was barely noticeable; you would only see it if you were looking very closely at the spot where it lingered.

Misa was wearing her usual style - a black gothic lolita dress, dark stockings, and even deep red lipstick which was almost black. Everything about her screamed goth. When she reached the clear glass door of the school building, Misa stopped to examine her reflection, which stared back at her from the surface of the door. She ran a hand through her dyed blond hair, then pursed her lips. Reaching into her black handbag, which was always by her side, she retrieved a thin purple tube. With a quick pop, twist, and swish, she adjusted her make-up, making her lips an even darker shade of red, if that was possible. After a quick glance over her shoulder, Misa opened the door to the school and stepped inside.

Immediately, Misa was surrounded by an ugly lobby. There was no one in the lobby, or in the offices on either side of her as she entered the building. She glanced at some blue ink on her hand and then quickly made her way down a bland white hallway in the direction of the library.

~~~

Police chief Soichiro Yagami’s car pulled up in front of Shermer High School just as Misa stepped inside the building. The chief himself sat in the driver’s seat. He was an older gentleman, appearing to be somewhere in his late forties or early fifties. Gray hairs had already begun to grow where it had once been black. His dark brown suit gave the impression of a professional man, one who took his job seriously. Once he had stopped the car in front of the school, he glanced toward his companion in the front passenger seat.

Sitting in the passenger seat was the police chief’s son, Light Yagami. The young man looked nothing like his father. With pretty brown hair that swept over his forehead and reddish brown eyes, Light could easily be a model. He wore a dark blue button-up shirt and gray jeans. Like his father, Light gave off an air of professionalism, even when he wasn’t dressed up for the part. While Soichiro was looking at Light, the teenager only had eyes for the school building, his lip curled in disgust.

“I can’t believe I have to be here on a Saturday,” Light complained. “I could be studying.”

His father nodded, only half-listening. Soichiro’s mind was elsewhere, focused on work, as usual. “Well, Light, you can use the time to your advantage,” he said, still looking at his son.

Light sighed, and rolled his eyes while facing the car door window, so his father couldn’t see his face. “Dad, we’re not allowed to study in there. We’re just supposed to sit there and do nothing,” he said, his tone bitter and disappointed.

“I’m sure you can figure out a way to study,” Soichiro said. “Have a good day.”

Light gave his father a quick nod before getting out of the car. He walked briskly toward the school building, not even bothering to look back at his father; Light could hear the car pull away almost as soon as he had closed the car door. The young man didn’t even stop to look at his reflection in the mirror-like glass door. Light knew he looked presentable. He pulled open the door and stepped inside the school.

As usual, Light was faced with the architectural disaster of the school lobby. Sneering at the empty space around him, Light reached into his bag and pulled out a bright red apple. He appeared to hand it to the faint shadow floating beside him. After he had done this, he headed in the direction of the library.

~~~

Silence is deafening.

Kiyomi Takada stared down at her hands. They were clean, smooth, and perfectly manicured. Both hands lay curled up in her lap as she sat in her father’s new car. She had no clue what he had been thinking when he bought it. It’s not like he could afford it.

Her father sat next to her. Takada was a large man with rough hands and a stern face. He was dressed surprisingly well for a man who could barely afford his car payments. “Kiyomi, we all make mistakes. I made mistakes when I was your age,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with mistakes.”

If he said the word ‘mistakes’ one more time, Kiyomi was tempted to sock him in the jaw.

Kiyomi’s father paused for a moment to gather his thoughts and plan out what he was going to say next. “Your problem is that people noticed what you did wrong,” he said, looking at her earnestly.

The young woman didn’t look up. She was the perfect image of a dutiful daughter. Head down, freshly-washed short black hair, not too much make-up, a clean purple sweater that her mother had bought her last Christmas. “I know, Dad,” she said patiently, although her heart burned with words that went unsaid.

“You can’t mess this up, sweetheart,” Takada said. “Your future is important. You can’t lose it because of some silly mistake.”

Kiyomi shook her head, a small frown forming on her face. “I won’t. I won’t lose it.”

There was another moment of awkward silence before Takada spoke again. “You just need to work on your…discipline.” He sounded rather pleased with himself at having found the right word to express his thoughts.

Both of Kiyomi’s hands tightened into tense fists. Her father did not notice.

Before Takada could say anything else, Kiyomi opened the door and stepped out of the car. She straightened out her sweater, took a deep breath, and closed the door behind her. Her father didn’t say a word.

She approached the school as her father drove away. Kiyomi didn’t even think to look at herself in the glass door to the school. At home, she had made sure she looked her best, and after all, this was just a day in detention. There wasn’t any need to look good, so there wasn’t any point in double-checking her make-up work at the door. She had much more significant issues on her mind, anyway.

Kiyomi headed straight for the library without pausing in the lobby at all.

~~~

Ms. Mikami pulled her car up to the curb outside Shermer High School. A frail woman in her late thirties, Ms. Mikami looked like she had seen too much. Her brown eyes were round and wide, as if in a state of constant surprise. The loose gray shirt she wore hung feebly around her torso. Long strands of dark hair reached her shoulders, unwashed for the past few days.

Her son sat in the front passenger seat right next to her. He was an average-looking boy with long dark hair and glasses. There was nothing particularly special about his face or his features.

“Teru?” His mother asked softly as she stared nervously at her son. His eyes were focused on the school building and he appeared stern and tenser than usual.

Slowly, thoughtfully, Teru turned around to face his mother. “I shouldn’t be here,” he said.

His mother nodded. “I know, Teru, but the school says you need to go to detention. Regardless of what is right and wrong, good and evil, you broke one of their rules.”

Teru bristled at that statement. He opened his mouth slightly, ready to correct his mother and justify his righteous actions. However, it occurred to him that now was probably not the best time to confront his mother about issues of truth and morality. He closed his mouth. “Yes, mother,” he uttered through clenched teeth as he opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Relieved at Teru’s decision to avoid confrontation for now, but still obviously nervous about something, Ms. Mikami stared after him as her son approached the school building. She watched as he stepped in front of the glass door and carefully adjusted his glasses.

After he went inside, she pulled away.

~~~

An old car with blacked-out windows pulled up to the school. A young man emerged from the back seat of the vehicle. He had brown hair and a short stature. The car pulled away almost as soon as he had closed the door behind him.

For a few moments, the young man stared after the car with a look of longing on his face. He shook his head and frowned.

Strolling confidently toward the school building, the young man opened the door and went inside. He didn’t hesitate in the lobby; he went straight for the library.

~~~

Teru Mikami entered the familiar school library. There were six tables in the center of the room, two rows of them with three tables in each row. Each table had two chairs facing the front of the room. When Mikami walked in, there were already a few people sitting around.

An attractive young man whom Mikami recognized as Light Yagami, the local police chief’s son, was sitting at one of the front tables. Light was quietly chatting with the girl in the seat next to him, Kiyomi Takada. Directly behind them, Misa Amane sat in a chair with her feet up on the table. Mikami sneered at her, disgusted at her lack of respect for school property. She noticed his expression, flashed him a small smile and winked.

Repulsed by Misa, Mikami chose a seat in the other row of tables, physically distancing himself from the rebellious teenager.

A few moments after Mikami took his seat, another young man walked in. Mikami recognized him as Kyosuke Higuchi, a wealthy kid whom no one at school was particularly fond of. Higuchi walked in and glanced at the four other students in the room. He sauntered over to the seat directly behind Mikami and sat down.

At that moment, a teacher walked into the library. He was holding a stack of papers in his pale hand. Mikami had seen this teacher around in the halls, but had never had a class with him. At the sight of this professor, Light tensed up.

“Well, well, well,” the teacher said as he glanced around at the students, his gaze lingering a little too long on Light. “I would like to congratulate all of you for arriving on time this morning.”

There was an awkward moment of silence when no one said a word. Then, Mr. Lawliet continued. “It is currently seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to write this essay.” At this point, Lawliet began to hand out blank sheets of lined paper and pencils.

Misa shot up out of her seat, planting her feet on the ground with a loud stomp and gripping the table in front of her with both hands. “Essay?!” She exclaimed. “Is this a test?!”

Lawliet sighed. “Sit down, Miss Amane,” he said. “This is not a test. It is merely an exercise designed to focus your attention on why you are here today.”

“Oh,” Misa muttered, obviously still not completely understanding. “So…what is it?” She did not sit down.

Kiyomi turned around in her seat to face Misa. “Think of it as an in-class essay, Miss Amane,” she said, her tone dripping with disdainfulness.

Misa glared at Kiyomi, but slowly lowered herself back into the chair.

The teacher continued to shuffle around the room, giving each of the five students a blank sheet of paper and a yellow pencil. Mikami was a bit shocked at Lawliet’s appearance. He knew that this teacher was notorious for wearing casual clothing in the classroom as opposed to the usual professional clothing worn by most teachers. However, today, Lawliet seemed to go above and beyond to give the impression that he had just rolled out of bed. Lawliet’s black hair stuck up in all sorts of odd directions; his hair looked like it had been slept on. There were dark bags under his eyes. He wore a plain white shirt with long sleeves; it reminded Mikami of his pajama top. Lawliet’s baggy jeans almost hid the fact that he was not wearing shoes or socks, but Mikami could see the tips of his toes sticking out from under the blue material.

Once each student had a piece of paper and pencil, Lawliet stood facing them at the front of the room. “This assignment requires you to write an essay telling me who you are and why you’re here today. It must be no less than one thousand words. It can not be a single word repeated a thousand times.” Lawliet looked around at each of them as he said this, his eyes piercing into their souls. Mikami swore that he saw Misa Amane shiver under the professor’s intense gaze. “My office is right across the hall,” Lawliet said, raising one of his thin arms slowly to point with one long finger toward his office. “Feel free to call upon me if you find that you are in need of something. Any questions?”

For the second time since Lawliet entered the room, there was a notable moment of awkward silence in which no one spoke.

“Alright.” With that last word, Lawliet left the library and returned to his office.

~~~

Only a few seconds had passed since Lawliet’s departure when Misa heard a soft groan from one of the other tables. She turned to see Higuchi leaning back in his chair and sneering at nothing in particular. “Ugh,” he uttered again. “I can’t believe we have to be here so early in the morning.”

Mikami nodded. “Yes, it’s quite inconvenient,” he responded.

After that, no one said anything for a while. Misa saw Mikami fall into a sort-of trance while staring at his paper. Higuchi glanced around the room, first at the ceiling, then at the table in front of him, then at Kiyomi Takada, who was facing away from Higuchi. Finally, Higuchi’s eyes settled on Misa. He flashed her a large grin that reminded Misa of a shark. Misa turned away.

She looked at Light and Kiyomi at the table in front of her. Light was tapping the pencil on his chin and appeared to be deep in thought. Kiyomi was already writing away. Misa couldn’t tell if Kiyomi was already working on the paper or if she was still in the planning stages.

Misa glanced down at her paper. It was still blank, the pencil untouched, the task daunting. “Ugh,” Misa exclaimed loudly. “I’m so bored!”

As quick as lightning, Light turned around in his seat and glared at Misa. “Will you be quiet? Some of us are trying to think,” he snapped. Apparently, he hadn’t been as deep in thought as Misa had initially perceived.

“Okay, okay,” Misa said, putting her hands up in surrender. “I’ll be quiet.”

The library was silent again. After a few minutes, Misa heard a chair move in the next row. She turned her head to see Higuchi standing up and wandering around the library. He made his way down aisles of books, picking one up every once in awhile to read the cover. After reading the cover, he would shove the book back into the wrong spot. Misa noticed that Mikami was also watching Higuchi.

While Misa and Mikami stared at Higuchi, Misa heard Light and Kiyomi whispering to each other.

“What are your plans for tonight?” Kiyomi asked Light sweetly. Her tone made Misa’s skin crawl.

Light shrugged and looked at Kiyomi with his beautiful reddish brown eyes. “I’ll probably spend tonight studying.”

Kiyomi let out a soft giggle that made Misa want to fly into a rage. “Any dinner plans?” Her lips curled into a small, perfect smile.

For what seemed like an eternity, Misa waited on the edge of her seat to hear Light’s answer. “Usually, I eat dinner with my family, but I’m sure they would understand if I wanted to spend a nice evening with you. Especially after such a long and boring day.” Light flashed her a cute, lopsided smile.

Misa leaned forward abruptly and barged into their conversation. “Won’t your family be mad that you’re ditching them for some stuck-up bimbo?” Misa almost cringed at her own voice. It sounded so loud and shrill. That’s just how it got when she was angry.

Kiyomi and Light turned around simultaneously to glare at Misa. “My mother and sister would absolutely understand that Kiyomi is an excellent and worthy young woman to spend time with,” Light countered.

“Uh huh, and what about your dad?” Misa asked.

Light turned away. “I doubt my father would even notice I was gone.”

Simultaneously, Misa and Kiyomi let out tiny gasps. Kiyomi, with her eyes already beginning to water, placed a gentle hand on Light’s shoulder. “Oh, Light, I’m so sorry,” she said, sounding incredibly genuine, although Misa could see right through her.

“It’s fine,” Light said, as though he was trying to convince himself as well as Misa and Kiyomi. “He’s been really busy with a certain case lately. I thought the nature of the case would make his job easier, but instead…” Light trailed off, seemingly lost for words.

Kiyomi rubbed comforting circles on Light’s back. “You mean the Kira investigation?” She asked.

Light nodded. “Kira is taking care of criminals so my dad shouldn’t have to, but instead, my dad has been obsessed with catching the same person who’s trying to help him and people like him.” Light sounded disappointed in his father.

Misa glanced at the shadow hanging over her shoulder that only she seemed to notice.

~~~

L Lawliet sat in silence. His office was a small, cramped room with barely enough space for the desk. On the desk in front of him was a gray laptop. He sighed at something he was reading on the computer. Quietly, Lawliet closed the laptop and stood.

The pale man shuffled out of his office and into the hallway. His bare feet suffered a little bit on the cold floor. He walked aimlessly down the hallway, deep in thought.

~~~

Kiyomi watched as Misa peeped quickly outside the library. “The coast is clear,” Misa whispered loudly to her fellow students.

“How do you know L is gone?” Light asked, his arms crossed over each other in front of his chest. His posture was clearly defensive, and Kiyomi could tell just from looking at him that he was nervous. But apparently, Misa either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

The blond girl stepped cautiously out into the hallway.

Light’s eyes darted from Misa to Kiyomi, and back again. Fear radiated off of Light in waves. “What if L comes back?” He snapped at Misa.

Misa shrugged, her lower lip pouting. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t really matter,” Misa said casually. “He hates us all anyway. Why else would he make us write an essay on a Saturday?” That was almost the dumbest thing Kiyomi had ever heard anyone say, which was impressive considering who she had for a father.

A tap on the shoulder distracted Kiyomi from her mental Misa hate session. She turned around to see Mikami standing next to her. He had a curious expression on his face. “Why are we leaving the library?”

Kiyomi sighed. “I have no idea. Miss Amane needs to get something from her locker, and apparently, she needs a babysitter.” Her tone was the same as it had been earlier, dripping with superiority.

Misa glared at Kiyomi, who was still standing in the library. “I don’t need a babysitter!” She whisper-yelled. “You just don’t trust me to go to my own locker!”

“Of course we don’t trust you!” Kiyomi matched Misa’s volume and tone. “You’ll get caught by Lawliet and get us all in trouble!” The pretty young woman put hands on her hips and glared, for the umpteenth time, at the goth girl.

Misa rolled her eyes. “We’re already in trouble. We’re in detention, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

From next to Kiyomi, Mikami cleared his throat. “It would not be wise to risk getting caught,” he said, his glare matching Kiyomi’s, both of them focused on the offending Misa. “Best to do as you’re told and stay here, Amane.” Mikami reached up and adjusted his glasses as he said this.

After a beat, Misa sighed. “Fine, if you’re all too scared, I’ll do it alone!” She scampered off in the direction of her locker.

Light, Kiyomi, and Mikami shared a troubled exchange of glances. Then, they followed Misa quickly, sticking together in a tight group as they made their way down the hall after her. None of them noticed Higuchi following after them, although some deep part of them must have known he was there.

Finally, the five students reached Misa’s locker. Light, Kiyomi, and Mikami ran up to Misa as she was putting in her locker combination. Higuchi showed up a few seconds later. Misa flung open her locker, but fortunately, Light was able to catch it before it clanged loudly against the nearby lockers. Kiyomi took a deep breath and tried to restrain herself from physically lashing out at the foolish Misa.

After a few moments of rummaging through her belongings, Misa emerged from her locker with a small black book in one hand and a pen in the other. Light stared at the book, his face draining of every bit of color it once had. That little black book was definitely not the Bible. “That’s a…” Light’s sentence remained unfinished as he stared in surprise.

Kiyomi glanced from Misa to Light and back again. “That’s a what, Light?” She asked softly.

Misa grinned. Cold shivers flew down Kiyomi’s spine. “You’re about to find out,” Misa said cryptically.

~~~

Back in the library, after the students had returned from their adventure to Misa’s locker, the five of them sat in a circle on the second floor of the library. Light had just finished telling the others about his personal views on the nature of Misa’s book.

“I’m inclined to agree with Light,” Kiyomi said after a brief moment of hesitation. “This notebook would be best put to use in the extermination of criminals.” Light was delighted to hear that Kiyomi agreed with him, and grew even more happy when Mikami gave a decisive nod. He could sense his support growing with each passing moment.

From her position next to Light, Misa hummed quietly and clenched the notebook tighter in her hands. “I don’t know,” she said, avoiding the gazes of her fellow students. “That’s a really great idea, but I would use this notebook to do whatever I could for the person I love.”

Light heard Kiyomi laugh harshly. “You would kill someone just because your lover wanted it? That’s pathetic and weak.” A sneer warped Kiyomi’s pretty features.

Misa visibly blushed and held the notebook to her chest as though it was a passionate love diary. “Excuse me for wanting to keep my loved ones happy!” She snapped, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t afford to have anyone else abandon me!”

Light winced. “Misa,” he began, making sure his voice was soft and gentle and understanding. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea, and I’m sure Kiyomi didn’t, either.” A quick glance at Kiyomi revealed that she didn’t look very sorry. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After a few wet sniffles, Misa nodded. “Exactly one year ago, my parents were killed in a robbery,” she said, her eyes closed. “I was home with them at the time. It happened right in front of me. My parents abandoned me. I know it wasn’t their fault, but they left me all alone.” Misa wiped a fat round tear that was rolling down her cheek.

Her companions were silent. Higuchi’s mouth hung open in shock and his eyes were wide.

“I have no one else. If I ever find another person that I love, I want to make sure they stay with me and never leave.”

For a few minutes, the five students sat in silence and contemplated Misa’s reveal. Light’s brow furrowed and he frowned, staring at the ground, glancing up every few moments to observe how his classmates were reacting. Kiyomi seemed unfazed by the news of Misa’s status, as did Mikami. Light didn’t even bother to check Higuchi’s reaction. In hindsight, he probably should have.

“If I was gonna use that notebook, I would use it to give myself more power in society,” Higuchi chimed in suddenly.

Mikami glared at Higuchi. “You already have enough power. You’re wealthy and privileged. If you used that book to make yourself even more powerful, killed innocent people to raise yourself up even higher, you would be the ultimate bully,” Mikami stated. There was no hesitation in his voice or demeanor. His eyes flashed with righteous anger.

Higuchi returned Mikami’s glare. “Hey, if no one else cares about me, I have to care about me. And if that means killing a few people, then that’s what I have to do.”

“You’re greedy, selfish…” Mikami got cut off when Kiyomi put her hand on his shoulder. He grew quiet, restraining himself.

“Enough,” Light said. “Regardless of our differences, we are united in this secret. We have to keep it from everyone, including our parents and friends.”

Kiyomi chuckled softly. “That shouldn’t be too difficult. My father isn’t exactly the brightest man.”

Across the circle, Misa tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Isn’t your dad a journalist?”

“Yes, he is. But he’s also a failure.” Kiyomi shook her head. “He’s terrible at his job, and sees my natural talent for writing as a way to live vicariously through me. He wants to know what being a quality journalist would feel like.”

After a moment, Misa smiled. “This morning, I would never have imagined all of us bonding like this. We’re all so different. But now I see that we’re more alike than we realize. We’re, like, a Kira squad! On Monday, we should totally hang out together at lunch!”

Mikami and Higuchi exchanged a tense glance and Kiyomi looked like she was holding back a laugh.

Light cleared his throat. “Misa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. We should stay apart.”

Misa pouted, her red lip sticking out dramatically. “Why?” She asked, her voice reaching a whining pitch.

“We don’t want to be caught. Don’t worry, Misa, we’ll always know about the Kira squad deep down, in here.” Light put his hand over his heart.

“I guess you’re right.”

At the end of the day, the five students left the school building, each returning to the vehicles they had left earlier that day. Except for Misa. She walked back the way she had came, the shadow behind her more prominent than ever.

Light glanced back at her through one of the car mirrors as his mother drove away from the school. He could make out the shape lurking behind her and shivered.

This new development was going to change everything.

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Light Yagami and the Night the Task Force Decided to Take a Break

Author: @pashmina-dhaage For: @rin-amazing Pairings/Characters: Implied L/Light, Watari, Soichiro Yagami, Aizawa, Mogi, Matsuda Rating/Warnings: PG-13, alcohol Prompt: L, Light and the task force go to a bar and shenanigans ensue. Matsuda gets too drunk; Mogi and Aizawa pick a fight with one another (playful) while Soichiro referees/tries to make them play fair; L and Light spar intellectually over some bourbon and L is a lightweight and needs help from Light getting back to the car. Author’s notes: I’m not gonna lie, this is scattered and lacks a proper story. It probably reads like a scene from a bigger story but I tried to have some fun with sprinkles of a teensy bit of angst here and there. I tried to keep most of the elements of the prompt except intellectual sparring because I honestly don’t have it in me to write something like that. I hope you like it!

‘Ryuzaki, you can’t come like this!’ Matsuda cried, as Ryuzaki stepped outside the Task Headquarters wearing his usual white shirt and blue jeans. ‘You look the same as usual!’

‘And why is that such a problem, Matsuda?’ L raised an eyebrow at him. Light could already tell L was determined to be sulky tonight.

‘No, I mean’, Matsuda sputtered, ‘I just- you know, all of us made an effort, look at me, I’m wearing my best jacket!’

‘He just wants us to have a good time’, Light interjected before L could give his opinion about Matsuda’s jacket.

‘And since when did ridding the world of a serial killer not count as a “good time”?’ L muttered, walking towards the limo where Watari was holding the door to the backseat open. Light followed him, just as Matsuda was pulled into Aizawa’s car by Mogi. He could see his father sitting in the passenger seat beside Aizawa, looking slightly worried.

‘Where are we going anyway?’ Light asked curiously, once they were inside the limo.

‘Bar Stock Exchange.’

‘Hmm, fancy.’

‘Since my task force decided to bully me into letting them waste their time and energy drinking at a bar, it is only fair that I get to pick the place.’

Light rolled his eyes. ‘Okay Ryuzaki, first of all, nobody “bullied” you. It’s impossible to bully you. Second, it’s not a waste of time and energy, everyone in the task force needs cheering up desperately, don’t pretend like you don’t see it. We haven’t had any new leads, or evidence and everyone’s losing their morale. This is actually not a bad idea, even if it was Matsuda who came up with it.’

There was a pause.

‘Light-kun bullied me into wearing shoes earlier’, L grumbled. Light merely sighed.

It had seemed like a typical day at the Headquarters. There was hardly any activity, and the air seemed desolate and dull. L himself had sat in front of the computers, sulking, not even looking at the case files anymore, while others pretended to read, although almost everyone looked like they were either tired or day-dreaming.

But it was when L pushed away his strawberry shortcake after just one bite that Light felt like he had to do something. He cleared his throat; everyone turned to look at him.

‘I think we all need a break’, Light spoke. After a day of silence, his voice hung oddly in the air and felt almost too loud. ‘Maybe we should take a day off?’

‘And let Kira make a mockery of justice and take over the world?’ L drawled.

‘Don’t be dramatic, Ryuzaki. One day won’t really make a difference.’

‘That does sound like a good idea’, Matsuda piped.

‘Yes that sounds like an amazing idea’, L said, flatly, ‘if you are Kira. Are you Kira, Matsuda?’

‘N-no, obviously not!’

‘I agree with Light and Matsuda, we deserve a break’, Aizawa joined in, stretching. Mogi nodded enthusiastically.

To Light’s surprise, L, instead of shutting everyone down immediately, turned to his father. ‘And what do you think, Mr. Yagami?’

His dad rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked around. ‘I think we do need a break, Ryuzaki. God knows how hard we’ve been working even if there haven’t been any substantial results.’

L stayed silent, even as everyone looked at him expectantly. Then he opened his mouth. ‘You do leave early on Sundays.’

Everyone immediately started yelling in protest. But before Light could say anything, a firm voice drowned out everyone else’s.

‘I think we are all entitled to a day’s break, L’, Watari spoke, looking at L pointedly. L stared back stonily, before finally giving in.

‘Fine’, he muttered.

‘Yay!’ Matsuda exclaimed loudly, making everyone in the vicinity wince. He didn’t seem to notice. ‘Why don’t we all go celebrate at Matsui’s tonight? First round of drinks on me!’

‘Celebrate what, exactly?’ L said, even as everyone around him hummed in agreement with Matsuda.

‘I don’t know, the day off?’ Matsuda chuckled weakly. Matsuda acted like a fool around everyone, but L’s presence in the room made it even worse.

‘I don’t know Matsuda, I’d prefer going to my house and go to bed early for once’, Soichiro said.

‘But Chief! We all need the cheer! And besides, outings like these are what makes a team stronger’ - everyone groaned collectively – ‘no really, guys! C’mon! Are we even friends if we haven’t exchanged stories over a few pints of beer?’

‘We are not friends, Matsuda’, Aizawa commented. Matsuda looked genuinely hurt. He looked at Light beseechingly.

It had been ages since Light had gone out with friends. In fact, Light couldn’t remember the last time he had gone out with anyone, except a couple of dates with the girls around him. But there was someone he desperately wanted to hang out with at a bar, purely to see how he would behave in an environment that was (Light guessed) completely out of his comfort zone. Maybe he’d even get drunk and spill something around Light.

‘I’ll join you, Matsuda. To be honest, I think everyone should, we don’t really get any opportunities to hang out with each other outside this building’. Not like he’d ever wanted to before.

Matsuda beamed at him. He could already see Mogi make up his mind. If Mogi came, Aizawa would, even if he complained the whole way. If these three went, his father would certainly join, even if just as a courtesy. That left –

‘Ryuzaki, you should come too’, Light said lightly. L turned to look at him incredulously.

‘Yeah L! Come with us!’ Light could almost see Matsuda’s tail wagging.

‘Absolutely not.’

‘You need a break too, Ryuzaki.’ Although his face remained impassive as usual, Light knew that L was trying to figure out Light’s motive for inviting him. This guy really did need a break.

‘Fine, let’s meet downstairs in half an hour, in case any of you need to freshen up’, L said reluctantly. Light had a hunch he’d only agreed so he could figure out Light’s “motives”.

And that’s how they all ended up at BSE, a well-lit, crowded place full of salarymen and great beer. The place was buzzing with life and energy; Light wondered why L had chosen the place specifically.

‘Let’s do shots guys!’ Matsuda looked beside himself at having managed to drag all of them to the bar.

‘I think I’ll stick to beer’, Soichiro said.

‘I am in’, Mogi grinned.

‘Really, Mogi?’ Aizawa looked surprised. ‘Fine, I’m in too.’

‘Light, L? You’ll do shots right?’

‘I don’t drink, Matsuda’, Light replied, well aware of his father’s presence.

Matsuda looked disappointed but quickly got over it. ‘L? What about you? Er, you are above 18, right?’ Matsuda added nervously. L’s expression soured even as everyone around him sniggered.

‘My age is a matter of national security, Matsuda, and yes, I can drink legally. And no, I will not do shots’, L scowled. He looked totally out of his element. This was already turning out to be a great night.

Matsuda, Aizawa and Mogi did their shots while Soichiro sipped his beer, talking to Watari, who had chosen to remain sober in case of any emergencies. L sulked for the first half an hour but when nobody paid him any attention, he resorted to annoying Light, claiming that the only reason Light had agreed to the plan was to get L drunk enough to reveal his name.

‘Oh, stop. My life, unlike you, doesn’t revolve around the Kira investigation. I am capable of thinking outside the confines of the Kira case files’, Light snapped at him. L narrowed his eyes at him.

‘Not all of us have the luxury of distracting ourselves with alcohol and crowded bars while the fate of the world lies in our hands, Light-kun’, L replied, disdain clear in his voice. Before Light could say something, Matsuda yelled at them.

‘There these two go again! No sorry- there two go again! No- wait, there goes these two!’ Matsuda shouted triumphantly. Aizawa and Mogi laughed. Clearly, Matsuda had had too much to drink.

‘Why are you two always fighting!? You are so similar!’ Matsuda continued, draped halfway across the table, emboldened by the cheers he received from Mogi and Aizawa.

‘Sit down, Matsuda’, Soichiro said, not unkindly, though he genuinely seemed disturbed by the comparison between his son and L.

An hour and a half later, they were singing. ‘They’ included Matsuda and Mogi, while Aizawa swayed slightly in his seat. Even Soichiro hummed along when an old nineties song started playing in the background. Meanwhile, L and Light had exhausted all the insults, and were currently trading opinions on Misa’s latest interview.

‘You read it?’ Light asked incredulously, as L finished his second drink.

‘Of course, it’s vital for the investigation’, L replied. Light almost snorted.

‘I assure you, it is, Light. However, all it did was confound me as to how someone so stupid could be one of the Kiras.’

‘Probably because she’s not? God, L’, Light rolled his eyes. ‘I think it was better than the last one she gave. More professional, less talk about Kira and what a great job he is doing.’

‘Light-kun doesn’t feel flattered?’ L tilted his head sideways to stare at Light in his usual obnoxious way.

‘Shut up, Ryuzaki. Besides, it’s Misa. Even if I was Kira –‘

‘Aha!’

‘- if, I said, IF. Anyway, it’s just Misa.’

‘Misa Amane is a very attractive and successful model and yet Light-kun thinks of her as “just Misa”?’

‘Oh shut it, Ryuzaki. She might be attractive but that alone doesn’t make for a good partner.’

‘So what does Light-kun prefer? More brains? Someone more like Kiyomi?’

‘Nah, it’s more like…’ Light had no idea why he was talking about this. Maybe this had been L’s plan all along. Lure Light into the conversation by pretending to be tipsy and make him spill his secrets. Maybe it was just the atmosphere in the bar. Now that it was past 11, the bar was a little less crowded, it being a weekday, and the conversations quieter. Their table was probably the loudest, thanks to Matsuda’s frequent exclamations and Aizawa swearing in between for reasons unknown. Light had no idea what they were talking about, and couldn’t care less.

‘…Kiyomi – is smarter, yeah but I’d prefer someone-’

‘-someone like you, Ryuzaki! He means YOU!’ Matsuda had somehow managed to keep up with their conversation and decided to butt in. Alcohol truly did beautiful things to one’s confidence. His cheeks were flushed and there was no trace of the usual nervousness that he always had around L.

‘Oh shut it, Matsuda! Come here and answer our question!’ Aizawa yelled at him. His words were slurred; that’s when Light realized that both Aizawa and Mogi had quite a number of empty glasses in front of them.

‘What’s the question?’ L’s enquired. For some reason, he sounded louder to Light than he had before.

‘Who would win in a fight – Mogi or me?’

‘Don’t force me to answer guys, I’m going to get beaten up for this’, Matsuda said pleadingly.

‘You made the rules, Matsuda! This game was your idea!’

‘It’s only fair, Matsuda’, Soichiro joined in. With a jolt of realization, Light realized his father looked a bit tipsy too. He also looked calmer and more carefree than he had seen him in days.

‘Just answer, Matsuda’, Mogi spoke encouragingly, though Light wasn’t so sure if the flexing of his impressive biceps was to demonstrate his strength or to threaten Matsuda.

‘Okay, okay, if I had to choose’, Matsuda looked around nervously, waiting for someone to save him. Nobody did. ‘Okay, Mogi’, he mumbled.

‘What?!’ Aizawa exclaimed as Mogi thumped Matsuda so hard on the back in appreciation that his face almost got bashed against the table. ‘No way!’

‘I agree’, L spoke up unexpectedly.

‘No way!’ Aizawa yelled indignantly. ‘Okay you guys are all stupid and wrong and I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to prove you wrong, Ryuzaki!’ Aizawa turned to look at Mogi, square in the face. ‘Arm-wrestling match, right here!’

Mogi looked back with grim determination, the effect slightly spoiled by his flushed face. ‘Okay, I can’t really argue with you if you want to lose so bad, but only if Chief agrees to be the referee.’

‘I am in’, Soichiro agreed before anyone could ask. Light prepared himself cheering for Aizawa, solely because he couldn’t stand to be on the same side as L.

‘Alright you two, on my whistle-’

‘Dad, you don’t have a whistle.’

‘-don’t interrupt me, Light.’ L sniggered. Light found he was more distracted by the sound than offended.

‘Okay, since I don’t have a whistle, as my prodigal son pointed out’, (this time, L snorted so loud, it sent Matsuda into a fit of giggles), ‘on my count of three! One, two – Aizawa, no! That’s cheating!’

Aizawa was clearly taking the game more seriously than everyone thought, and had almost pressed Mogi’s hand flat to the table when Mogi came around and managed to bring their joined hands to the centre.

‘Yes, go Mogi! Go!’ Matsuda was cheering loudly behind Mogi. Soichiro was closely watching the two for any signs of cheating. Watari was the quietest but looked like he was enjoying this far more than he was letting on. L was staring at Mogi’s biceps. Light bristled.

‘Go Aizawa!’ Light yelled, just as Aizawa’s hand touched the table.

‘And Mogi is the winner!’ Soichiro lifted up Mogi’s hand in victory. Aizawa looked crushed.

‘What will I tell my daughter now?’ he said, looking horrified. Light realized nearly everyone had too much to drink.

‘If it’s any consolation, Aizawa, you lost to a very strong man’, L supplied. Mogi beamed at him. Light counted his drinks. Four drinks down. If he leaned a bit closer, he could see just the faintest hint of a flush on his pale, pale face.

He reasoned it was because of the drinks and not stupid, strong Mogi.

‘Now now, don’t be sad, Aizawa! You are a very good father, your daughter loves you no matter how many people you lose to in arm-wrestling!’ Matsuda supplied helpfully.

‘You think?’ Aizawa genuinely looked touched.

‘Yes! All of you! ALL OF YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED! AND CHERISHED! Chief, you are like a dad to me! Like a work-dad but a dad nevertheless!’ Soichiro looked rather uncomfortable but Matsuda was too drunk to notice. ‘And Aizawa, you are like an elder brother! That brother who is hard on you at times but ultimately cares!’ Aizawa looked like he was about to cry. Drunk Aizawa was very emotional, Light had come to realize. ‘Mogi, you don’t say much but your presence is so calming, so warm, you give me confidence! Just like this alcohol!’ Mogi beamed proudly at Matsuda. ‘And Watari, one day I’ll bring myself to forgive you for giving Chief three scoops of ice cream and only two to us, but today is not the day!’ Watari’s moustache failed to hide his silent laughter at this. ‘Light’, Light prepared himself, ‘you are so- you are so- you are so fucking smart and I- I just- Chief deserves a son like you, Light, and I would never believe that you are Kira, because I know you would never do this to your father!’

A slightly awkward silence followed Matsuda’s declaration. Light could feel L watching. He smiled at Matsuda. ‘I think we have all had enough to drink, haven’t we?’

‘No- wait! L! I didn’t do L!’ Matsuda cried. Oh well, Light wasn’t going to lie; he was curious.

‘L you are –I, I want to say – L, you are –’

‘I am what, Matsuda?’ L said impatiently.

‘L YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST DICK!’ Matsuda yelled.

Everything in Light’s brain screeched to a halt as everyone on the table processed the statement in absolute silence. Then everyone who wasn’t Matsuda or L, broke into raucous laughter. Matsuda had a bemused smile on his face as he looked around at them.

‘So you all agree?’

‘Agree on what, Matsuda?’ Aizawa asked, in the middle of wiping his tears.

‘That L’s the world’s biggest dick!’

‘That’s not what you said’, Light giggled (oh god, this was all getting to him, he was giggling). ‘You said L has the biggest dick.’

‘What?!’ Matsuda’s smile vanished, leaving behind a face that defined horror. There was another outbreak of giggles and laughter. ‘No! L, that’s not what I meant! I meant you are a dick! Oh god, this isn’t helping, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I mean I don’t know, I’m sure it’s impressive but –’

‘Okay I think it’s time to leave, everyone’. Light could only tolerate so much conversation about L’s dick.

‘Hmm, it’s quite average, actually’, L supplied thoughtfully. Light had had enough.

‘Really? Like length-wise or-?’

‘I would say maybe a bit above average if you consider the –’

‘Okay, gentlemen, it’s time to leave. Sorry Light, as you can see, we’re all a bit – under the influence.’

‘It’s alright, Dad.’ Average length and – shit, he had to stop.

Sliding the chairs back noisily, the seven of them got to their feet. Outside, Mogi had sobered up a little and provided the shoulder that Matsuda so desperately needed. Aizawa seemed fine on his own, though he was clutching the tail of Mogi’s coat like a child. Watari was calling a cab for the others, as Soichiro called home to tell Sachiko he will be staying back at the Headquarters. It was incredibly late and Light’s house was far, far away from the bar.

Light felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and turned around to see L standing behind him, looking rather clueless. It was a new expression on him, and Light liked it better than the clearly exaggerated, blank face L would sometimes pull at him.

‘You need help, L?’ he asked, smirking.

L nodded at him, clearly trying his best to look composed. ‘I just need – a bit of assistance.’

Light, still smirking, put his hand around his shoulder and walked him to the limo. The others were still waiting for the cabs to come, and it seemed like Matsuda had finally emptied the contents of his stomach in the trash cans beside the gate. Mogi was holding him from the back, and Soichiro was fetching him a water bottle.

‘We are quite similar, aren’t we, Light?’

Light stilled. L was drunk, clearly.

‘In another universe, Light Yagami, we would have been friends.’ L was smiling at him; a real, genuine, smile, like he was really amused by the thought. Light couldn’t bring himself to return it.

‘We are friends, L’, he managed to say. In the background, he could hear Matsuda retching and Aizawa consoling him.

L looked at him for a moment, smile disappearing.

‘Let’s just call it a night, shall we, Light-kun?’

Light didn’t find it in himself to disagree.

A/N: I realize the ending might seem a bit abrupt but I truly couldn’t think of anything I could have added without ruining the whole moment thing I attempted to create?? Anyway, I hope it wasn’t too bad <3

#fanfiction #submission #Light Yagami #L Lawliet #L #ratings: teen #pashimadhaage #rinamazing #alcohol /#pairings: lawlight #death note #L's Death Day 2017 #Matsuda #Aizawa #Mogi

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The Therapist of Equality (Lost and Found Arc)

After about 45 minutes looking through everything they could find to retrieve a possible number for a therapist, Asriel finally makes a fruitful endeavor in finding one.

"Fucking finally! Guys, I got someone!" He said, triumphant and relieved.

Everyone else immediately stopped and scrambled to him.

"What'd you find, Rei?" Asked an excited, curious Chara.

"ASRIEL. And I found a...'group therapist'? Uh oh."

Asriel wasn't expecting such a high quality psychiatrist to demand group therapy only.

"Shit. Please let it be a monster."

"Sorry, Chara. It's a human, and I don't think they'll take very kindly to monsters."

"Dammit! Well, maybe we can find a therapist that's okay with dealing with monsters. And hybrids, of course."

They went back to looking for more numbers, expanding their search using smartphones and laptops.

Fifteen fruitless minutes later, Frisk found someone this time.

"Hey guys, I got someone. And this time, you can be a monster, a human or whatever." He said.

"Really? Let me see." Requested Erica.

Frisk let his mother have a look at the phone. She was surprised at what she initially saw.

"Wow. Frisk, I wasn't expecting to see this on your phone." She said, disappointed.

"What? What are you talk-"

Frisk got interrupted by a sexual moan he heard on his phone. He immediately got embarrassed. Chara snatched the phone out of Erica's hand to see what she was talking about. She blushed as her nose bled.

"Oh, fuck. I didn't know you were into older women, Frisk." She said, thoroughly aroused.

Frisk snatched his phone back from Chara.

"Hey! I WAS WATCHING THAT!"

"So was I before you and mom snatched my phone out of my hands!" Frisk said, quickly cycling back to the actual thing he wanted to show.

"Anyway, THIS is what I really wanted you to see." Frisk showed his mom the phone again, only this time, she saw the actual therapist they were looking for.

"Frisk, this is the same one from when you were younger." She said.

"Yeah, I know, but she's very reliable. She's one of the very few people I felt comfortable talking to. Maybe she wouldn't mind seeing us or something?"

"Well...I suppose Dr. Crenshaw wouldn't mind seeing you again."

"Thanks. And who knows? Maybe she knows another we can go to in case she stops doing her thing."

"Alright. We got a way to help my boy. Let's go." Everyone got into the van with Asriel sitting in the passenger's seat in the front. Everyone else but Toriel sat behind them both.

While they were driving, Soichiro and Erica spoke with their son mentally. Frisk, why are Asriel and Toriel having incest, they asked. Frisk twinged and mentally replied, it's just sex. I don't know why. You'll have to ask them. Wait a minute. How did you know about that? Erica leaned over to Frisk.

"I could smell the sweat and excitement the second I walked in." She whispered into Frisk's ear.

"They did it once before last night. I didn't know you could detect that." Frisk whispered back into her ear.

"I have a perfect nose, and so do the rest of the temmies. Of course we can detect that sort of thing. Just like you can."

"So what, I can hear super well, too?"

"Yes. Besides, sex is kind of what temmies are built for. Well, that and violence."

"I got blessed and cursed biologically, didn't I?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, sweetie."

"Relax. I can control it, I hope."

About 30 minutes later, they finally made it to the place they were looking for. Frisk was content to see the office was still open. Everyone stepped outside and went to the door.

"Dr. Lillian Crenshaw, PhD in psychology." Asriel said, reading the sign in a monotonous tone.

"Feast your eyes, Chara." Frisk said, pointing at the sign on the window.

"It says 'interspecies compatible'. What does that even mean?" Chara asked, confused and skeptical.

"It means both monsters AND humans are acceptable patients." Erica said proudly with her arms folded.

"Which, in turn, means we have someone we can talk to without being judged."

"Uhh...I don't know. I mean, this is a human, and I don't think any human would want to know what we know."

"Chara, this is the same one my son went to when he killed that man to protect me. I think we may possibly have a safe place to confess, based on what you did, without judgment."

"Hmph. Okay, fine. I'll try it. The second that human tries anything, I'm out of here."

Frisk happily brought Chara in using his ears, but he got stopped by his father before he could touch the doorknob.

"Just a moment." Said Soichiro.

"Doesn't anyone think that maybe it's not just my son and Chara that need help?"

Asgore and Toriel shared a confused look at each other.

"Well, that's...an interesting notion." Said the king.

"I suppose you are correct. I know I wouldn't mind talking to someone about what has happened with me. It would certainly be a weight lifted from my shoulders, at least."

"There. See? Maybe someone else needs help? Asriel? Toriel?"

Asriel guiltily looked down, then peered upward at Soichiro. Toriel simply looked away shamefully, shedding a single tear.

"I guess it would probably be a good idea to mention it." Admitted Asriel.

"What about you, mom? Maybe you want some help for you?"

Toriel started crying even more.

"Why couldn't I have just tried to get his consent?" She said to herself aloud.

"Mom-"

"I didn't have to rape him, but I did. And he didn't even know it."

"MOM!" Chara said, clapping her hands together.

Toriel snapped out of it, coming back to reality.

"Um...how much did you hear?" She asked.

"Enough to do this." Erica said before slamming her jaws onto her arm.

Toriel muffled her screech of pain before it could come out. She whimpered and winced at the bite mark while Erica sadistically savored the taste of Toriel's blood in her mouth.

"That was fun. Now don't go doing that again, unless you like being hurt by me or my son."

Frisk's eyes glowed orange and purple as he smiled and imagined all the injuries he could inflict on Toriel. Then the eye that glowed orange flashed red for a few seconds, confirming his more-than-malicious intentions, until his mother smacked him in the back of the head lightly, causing his eyes to revert to gray.

"You are NOT doing that, Frisk." She warned.

Frisk relented with a frustrated groan.

"If everybody's done stalling, let's go inside. I have a feeling this is gonna take a while." Asriel said, bracing himself.

Everyone went into the place. None of them were expecting to see an assistant at the front.

"Excuse me, sir?" Beckoned Soichiro.

"Yes, sir?" Replied the assistant.

"I was wondering if the good doctor is available right now. We would like to have a meeting."

"Oh, yes, absolutely. She's doing a special on group therapy right now. If you'd like, we can schedule you for today right now, and we can give you a ten percent discount for group sessions."

"Excellent. What's the minimum prerequisite for group sessions?"

"It must consist of a group of at least three people."

"Perfect. We'll need to see her immediately." Frisk said, insistent on seeing her.

"Of course, Mr.-"

"Frisk Kamina Yasuhiro."

"I'll inform her immediately, sir. Please be seated, everyone."

They all took a seat as the assistant informed Dr. Lillian.

"Doctor, you have a group meeting available."

"Thank you very much. Send them in." Said the doctor.

"The doctor will see you now."

Everyone went into the room down the hall. The Yasuhiros led the entire group, with Frisk walking on all fours with Chara on his back. Erica turned right, and everyone else followed. There she saw the woman that treated Frisk when he was younger.

"Erica? Is that you?" Asked Dr. Lillian.

"Yes, it's me." Replied Erica.

"Good to see you again! So how has your son been doing?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Frisk, how have you been doing?"

Frisk's cat ears drooped down to the side as his eyes turned cyan.

"Oh. That's how. I'm sorry."

"No. I'm the one that should be sorry." He said, ashamed of himself.

"Well, it's okay. Come inside, and we can talk about it."

Frisk walked into the room, and everyone but Erica and Soichiro followed.

"Oh! Everyone's coming in? Okay. Let's get this session started. I'll be a while, Erica. See you then."

"Of course. We'll just wait out here."

Erica and Soichiro took a seat on a bench just outside the door. Then everyone in the room took a seat. The first step to getting better was finally going to be taken, and the first to take that step would be nothing short of worthwhile.

#undertale #frisk (undertale)#chara (undertale)#asriel dreemurr #toriel #temmie #asgore dreemurr #temmie-frisk #frisk's parents #erica chang #soichiro yasuhiro #sorry for the long post #i'm trying to tell a story here #lost and found arc

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