Author's note: And here we are! After a week or two of writing and rewriting - and re-rewriting - Cross My Heart is here. I'm going to be following the Death Note storyline, so for now the bulk of the chapters will be made up of actual scenes from the manga. It'll change as the fic progresses though, promise. I'm aiming to get at least one page of my own writing in each chapter somewhere. I might use the anime too, it depends on how patient I am about writing out the scenes...
I'm really excited about this fic. I've been wanting to write my own LxLight fic for a while and, well... this idea was too good to pass up.
Enjoy, my dear readers.
The handcuff that had just been locked around Light Yagami's wrist jingled in a merry fashion, making it seem more innocent than it really was. The young man frowned and looked at the scruffy, raven-haired detective on the other end of the chain. "Is this really necessary, Ryuzaki?"
"I'm not doing this because I want to," he replied, lifting his wrist to study the metal. It reflected the light from the hotel lamps and sent pale shapes dancing over the walls.
"So this is what you meant by being together twenty-four hours a day?" Misa Amane, who was supposedly the Second Kira, raised an eyebrow. "You know, I never would have guessed. Are you on that side of the fence, Ryuzaki?"
"I told you, I'm not doing this because I want to," he insisted. L sighed; the girl had barely started talking, and she was already giving him a headache. Who knew what state his brilliant mind would be in when - if - Misa was released?
"But Light belongs to me! I don't wanna share him with you! If you're together twenty-four-seven, how are we supposed to go on dates together?" the girl whined.
Light grimaced. Yes, I'd hate to miss them, he thought sarcastically.
L seemed to have been expecting her question. "Oh, you can still go on dates, but it will have to be with the three of us."
"No way!" Misa cried. "Are you telling me we have to kiss in front of you and stuff?" She scowled at him, looking more like a stubborn child than a 'mature' woman.
"I'm not telling you to do anything but, yes, I would be watching." L was either oblivious to Misa's discomfort, or he just didn't care. Light decided that, if he was betting, he would put his money on the latter.
"That's so gross! You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"Light-kun, please make Misa-san stop talking now…"
Said member of the Yagami family turned to Misa, a frown on his face. "Listen, Misa, that's enough! The police have already established that it was you who sent those tapes, so you're lucky to even be here right now. They have every right to keep you in prison."
The model's eyes widened. "Huh? How can you say that, Light? In case you forgot, I'm your girlfriend; don't you trust your own soul mate?"
Light closed his eyes for a brief moment, struggling to stay calm, and then opened them again. "What do you mean, 'soul mate'? You're the one that said you fell in love with me, Misa."
The girl's mouth fell open in shock, and she burst into tears, making Light feel a little bit guilty. "So why would you kiss me if you didn't have feelings for me? You took advantage of me!" She started to hit him, but her blows were soft enough that he could just stand there and watch, looking annoyed. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, ah!" she wailed.
The Task Force glanced at Soichiro, who was staring at his son disapprovingly; L decided it would be best if he interrupted before Misa said or did anything else that would irritate the Chief further. "About this love at first sight… it happened in Aoyama on the twenty-second, didn't it?"
Misa stopped, her fists still raised. She looked over her shoulder at the strange detective. "Huh? Yeah… so what?" Her brief tantrum was over, and her tears were already drying. Of course, because she was Misa-Misa, she didn't look like she'd cried in the first place.
"Why did you choose that day to go to Aoyama? Do you remember what you wore?" L tilted his head to the side slightly.
The girl swung around to face him. "It's like I told you! I don't know why I went there, I don't remember how I felt, and I don't even remember what I was wearing! And anyway, since when do I need a reason to hang out in Aoyama, huh?" She took a furious step towards L.
He leaned forwards curiously. "And somehow, when you came back from Aoyama, you knew you were in love with someone and his name was Light. And yet you have no idea how you came to know his name."
Misa and L were almost nose-to-nose. "Yeah, so what?" she spat.
"Tell me, what if Light-kun was Kira? How would that make you feel?"
"How would I feel if Light was Kira…?" Misa paused, a tiny smile on her lips. "That'd be wonderful…" she sighed. "I mean, I've always been grateful to Kira for punishing the man who murdered my parents, so if I found out that Light was Kira, that'd be, like, a bonus for me!" As she spoke, she rubbed her face against his arm in what was supposed to be an affectionate manner. Light tried to move back, looking incredibly uncomfortable, but she held on tightly. "If anything, it'd probably make me love him even more, even though that's, like, practically impossible, because there'd be no more room!"
"But we're talking about Kira, here," L said, sounding doubtful. "You'd love him even more for that? Wouldn't you be afraid? What if he tried to kill you?"
"Light wouldn't be scary at all!" Misa smiled and pulled herself closer to the young man, if that was possible. "I'm a supporter of Kira, so if I found out my Light was Kira, I'd try to find a way to be helpful!"
L didn't look impressed.
Neither did Aizawa.
"You'd probably only get in the way…" the black-haired detective muttered. "I'm sure Kira doesn't need your help. Well, Misa-san, based on what you just told me, there can be no mistake: you are the Second Kira. But you've made it so painfully obvious that I don't really want to believe it…"
The model inched behind Light, using him as a shield against L's words. "Whatever, it's not believable because I'm not the Second Kira!" Childishly, she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Anyway, for the time being, you'll remain under surveillance. When you do go out, if needed, you'll be able to contact us using this room's extension. For the most part, your life will go back to normal. From now on, for all private, work-related affairs, Matsuda-san will be your new manager, Matsui."
L continued talking, but Misa wasn't listening. She stared at Matsuda, pouting. "This old guy's my manager? You can't be serious!"
"Aw, come on, Misa-Misa!" Matsuda protested. "Is it the tie, 'cause I can-"
The young man was cut off by Aizawa's furious shout, and the sound of his palms hitting the table with a loud thwack! He stood and glared at the group, his teeth gritted in anger. "Would you cut it out with all this dating, kissing and Misa-Misa talk already? This is the Kira investigation; stop messin' around!"
Matsuda paled and lowered his head, embarrassed. "Sorry about that, Aizawa…"
"It's fine… I just worked out what the problem is…" His movements were controlled, despite his irritation, as he stalked over to Misa. "Amane, it's time for you to go to your room." He steered her towards the door, ignoring her complaints. "Off you go…"
Her attempts to escape failed, and she only managed to hold the door open long enough to shout, "Hey, Light, let's go on dates even if it's the three of us!"
And then blessed silence.
The slam as the door shut made all of the men relax, even though they could hear the very faint sounds of Misa's shouting, which soon stopped altogether. With his dark eyes still on Aizawa, L said, "So, Light-kun, are you serious about her?"
Light turned his gaze away from the door and rested it on L. "No, as I told you, it's completely one-sided…"
L's next words shocked Light. "Then could you act like you are? We know she's involved with the Second Kira from the video tape evidence, and it's also obvious that she loves you…"
"You want me to pretend to get close to her?" The young man grimaced. "Ryuzaki… even if it's to solve the Kira Case, I could never play with a woman's heart like that. To me, manipulating a person's feelings is the worst thing someone could do." He paused, noticing that L was frowning ever so slightly. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. You're right, Light-kun… but I'd appreciate it if you could make sure she doesn't reveal anything to do with the investigation."
Light simply nodded. He cares about the case enough to ask me to... to do that? Well... I can't fault his dedication. "Is there anything that can be done about the constant need to change hotels?"
"Yes, I've already thought about that," L admitted. He began walking towards his computer and, because of the chain, Light was dragged with him. He almost tripped when it pulled on his wrist and caught him by surprise. It tinkled with every slight movement; Light knew it was going to get on his nerves before long. L began to type quickly, bringing up an image of an impressive building on the screen. "Construction started when I first met face-to-face with Yagami-san and the others. It should be completed in a few days."
"Wow!" Matsuda gasped as L moved aside.
"There are twenty-three floors above ground, and two below," the detective continued. "You can't tell from the outside, but the roof is equipped with two helicopters. It appears to be an ordinary building, but you need to go through a series of security check points to enter. All of the computers and equipment are the best available.
"The fifth to the twentieth floor all have four private rooms each, so I'd like all of you to live there as much as possible. If we increase our numbers, we can accommodate about sixty people. Misa-san will get her own floor; that should keep her happy…"
"Where are you getting the money for all of this…?" Matsuda asked, his voice quiet.
"So, as you can see, I want to solve this case no matter what," L finished. Matsuda and Aizawa exchanged a glance when they noticed he didn't answer the question, but didn't bring it up.
"I'm with you," Light said firmly. "The mass-killings are bad enough, but I'll never forgive Kira for the trouble he's brought to me and Dad. I want to catch him no matter what."
"If you really mean 'no matter what', why not get close to Misa-san?"
"I can't do that, Ryuzaki, I told you."
Aizawa made a comment that was quickly hidden by a cough. Soichiro looked at him questioningly, so the police officer spoke up. "Uh, nothing, I'm just really motivated now. Ryuzaki, Chief, Light, let's catch Kira, whatever it takes!"
Matsuda raised his hand. "Uh… you forgot my name…"
Once the various police officers headed home for the night, Light added another few problems to the growing list concerning the handcuffs.
Where and how would he sleep? Would he have any privacy? When L said they'd be together twenty-four hours a day…
… did he really mean it?
Light hoped not, but something told him he'd be disappointed.
The detective was crouched on an armchair, nibbling at a sugar cube quite happily. His dark hair hid most of his face from Light, leaving the young man with a view of his chin. Light cleared his throat; the sound seemed like a shout in the silence that they had been in before. "Ryuzaki?"
The sugar cube broke between L's teeth with a loud crunch. "Yes?"
Light winced. His cough had been no louder than a soft sigh in comparison to that. "Do you think I could go to the bedroom to sleep? I'm exhausted."
L sighed. "I forgot that most people have to sleep… no matter. Of course, Light-kun. Allow me to collect a few things, and then we can go." He stood, picking up the bowl of sugar cubes and his laptop.
"You're not unlocking the handcuffs?" Light asked, his eyes wide. "All I'll be doing is sleeping! How can I-"
"I can't let you out of my sight for one moment," L said firmly, interrupting him. "You'll have to get used to it, I'm afraid. Now, do you want to rest or not? I have more work to do; I can't be waiting for you to make a decision."
Grudgingly, Light followed L into the large hotel bedroom. It was plain, with a double bed against the opposite wall. He didn't wait to see what the detective would do or study the bedroom further; Light immediately fell onto his front on the bed and closed his eyes. The weeks of confinement and the uncomfortable floor he had endured caught up on him in a rush, and he quickly fell asleep.
Light was woken in a rude and fairly painful manner.
L had moved off of his side of the bed suddenly, and Light's arm was pulled after him, causing him to not only hit his head on L's bedside table, but to start to slide onto the floor while he tried to work out what had just happened. Light's yelp of surprise and the bang of the table alerted L to his mistake; the detective turned around, a frown on his face.
"Damn!" Light howled, clutching his head with the hand that wasn't stretched by the chain. His eyes watered and his head throbbed. "Ryuzaki," he muttered, "would you mind coming back over so I can sit up?"
There was a slight hesitation before the chain slackened, allowing Light to heave himself back onto the bed. "My apologies," L murmured as the young man gingerly lowered his hand. "Light-kun, are you alright?"
"Fine," he snapped. He stood, fixing his furious amber eyes on the detective's emotionless grey ones. "What the hell was that about?"
"I must have forgotten about the handcuffs. I was very deep in thought, Light-kun. I did not hurt you on purpose."
"You forgot?" Light snarled. "You're L! How can you forget about something like this?"
"You should remember to call me Ryuzaki," the older man said quietly, narrowing his eyes. "While I appreciate you are angry and probably still in pain, you know full well to call me Ryuzaki at all times, unless I say otherwise. I am truly sorry for hurting you, Light-kun, but now is not the time for mistakes. I will allow you that slip-up once, and only once. Get dressed; we have work to do."
As L turned away Light glared at his back, and became annoyed when the detective couldn't feel the imaginary holes being burned into his shirt from the intensity of Light's stare. He considered ignoring L's instruction just to be difficult, but the detective was right - annoyingly so. The Kira Case was more important than a pointless fight.
Sighing, Light reached for a set of clean clothes.