19Unfortunately, I don't own Death Note.
"It's like poetry," I whispered, stroking the pages.
Light snorted. "Will you shut up, Lawliet? I'm trying to study." He flipped the page of his textbook, slouching over the desk in his bedroom.
"I can't help it. It's like..." I turned the page of the death note and buried my face in it, smelling the paper, the ink, the death. "Like, ecstasy." I fell backwards onto Light's bed, my legs flying up before I let them drop.
Light shook his head. "Like ecstasy," he mumbled. "You're so weird, L- Kun."
I giggled, rolling over onto my stomach and skimming through the pages. "Junsuke!" I exclaimed, and clutched the death note to my chest.
Light chuckled inwardly. "Junsuke, he's the-"
"The last person you killed." I admired the way the hiragana characters curved, the swift dips in them. じゅんすけ. "Do you think he had a family who loved him, Light- Kun?"
Light picked up his pencil. "I don't care. He's a criminal, he deserves to die."
"But what if I were a criminal, Light- Kun?" I cried, squatting on the bed. "Would you kill me?"
"I don't know," Light mumbled absently, engrossed in his studies.
"But what if I killed an innocent woman?" I couldn't suppress my self- awe as I thought. "I creep into her house at night. I pull out my gun." I made a gun with my fingers and pointed it forward for emphasis. "She begs for mercy. She starts crying. 'Please, please, please!'" I closed my eyes picturing it. "Like music. 'Please, please, please!' Just over, and over, and over again. " I felt chills run down my legs. "'Please, please, please, please, please, ple-' Bang!"
I made my eyes roll back, and collapsed into the sheets.
Light chewed his eraser. "Just don't do it, okay? Then I won't even have to think about it," he muttered, scribbling in his notebook.
I laughed, and stayed lying down, the death note next to me. "Come on in bed, Light- Kun. You work too hard," I murmured, as I massaged the notebook with my finger tips.
"You do realize finals are next week. We'll be graduating college soon. You're always nagging me about a getting a ring, right? Well, before that happens we're getting good jobs." Light picked up a highlighter. "And before that, we're getting good grades."
"Come on, Light- Kun, it's a Friday night. You've been studying all day. I'm getting really lonely," I pouted. "The bed is all warmed up for you. Why do you always tease me?"
Light shut his textbook. "I suppose that's fine. I could take a little break."
"Yesssss!" I grinned widely as he lay down next to me. I gently moved the death note onto the side table.
"I would like to be in your notebook one day, Light- Kun," I said.
Light smirked. "Okay," he laughed.
"I'm serious. It's so beautiful." I stroked his hair.
"How would you like to die?"
I smiled. "Something lovely. I want to suffer. Will you promise to kill me one day, and make sure I suffer?" I stroked Light's arm delicately.
"Sure," Light said. "Do you want to slowly bleed out?"
"Yes!" I felt an erotic stab of pleasure at the thought. "Leave me on the cold ground for hours, days even, while I sob and beg God to put me out of my misery. Beautiful. Beautiful."
Light shook his head. "I'm telling you, L- Kun. You're the only person I've even met who fantasizes about their own death."
I grabbed Light's hand and gently bit his fingertips. "But you still love me, Light- Kun." I put his hand down and let my breath steady, and inhaled.
"Tu avais à peine quinze ans
Tes cheveux portaient des rubans
Tu habitais tout près
Du Grand Palais"
Light closed his eyes and smiled. "I love it when you sing in French."
"I know." I laughed a little. "Hey, Light- Kun. How many kids should we have?"
Light's eyes opened suddenly. "God, no. No kids. L- Kun, we'd be the worst parents ever."
I sat up. "Now, I resent that. I would be the world's best mother to them. "
"Now you're a woman?"
"Well, naturally," I said, gazing over Light. "We don't want them to be those weird kids with two guys as parents. So I'll have to fulfill the role of the mother. I'm more maternal than you anyway, Light- Kun."
Light laughed until he had tears in his eyes. "What a great sacrifice for our children you are making!"
"Not really," I said, lying back down and reaching my arms across Light's chest. "I've always kinda wanted to know what it's like being a woman."
"You're so weird," Light laughed some more.
"Would you still love me if I had boobs, Light- Kun?"
"Stop asking weird questions. I'm too tired to answer them."
"I'm sorry." I felt my face get warm. "You can hurt me if you want."
Light sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Are you sure?" I asked, pulling back in fear. I shut my eyes. "I'm ready."
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Okay. Whatever you want." Before I opened my eyes again, I felt a hot pain on my cheek.
It felt like electricity. The burning, the sizzling his hand left on my face. "Light- Kun, you slapped me."
"I only did it because you wanted me to," Light mumbled, starting to doze off. "Now let me sleep."
I rubbed Light's back until he fell asleep, and checked the time. 20:00. It was too early for me to fall asleep.
Quietly, I picked up the death note off the side table. I smiled and fondled it sensually, the pages arousing my senses. I read each name slowly, until I felt tears running down my face. I quietly prayed for the ones who died.
"L- Kun?"
I looked up from the notebook suddenly. "Oh, you're awake!"
Light cleared his throat. "Do you remember why I said I wouldn't let you have the death note? Like, to write in?"
I nodded. "You said, 'Pain and death isn't an art, L- Kun. It's real.' You thought I would kill many people who aren't criminals."
"That's right," Light said. "But it was also because... Well, because..."
I crawled onto the bed by Light. "Yes?"
"You love the death note more than me."
My mind blanked for a moment, and then I realized what he had said. "No!" I shouted. "Light- Kun, I love you more than anything."
"I can't stand the way you act with it. To see you kiss it and stroke it like you do." Light shook his head, his eyes wide. "It's disgusting. I've had enough of it."
My mouth dropped open. "Please, no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Light. I'm so, so sorry, Light." I dropped to his feet and bowed my head. "I'll never touch it again. I swear."
I could hear Light's depressed sigh. "I'm sorry. I am, L- Kun. I know didn't give you any warning, but..."
"You can punish me. You can torture me. Whatever you want."
"I will not punish you."
"I- I would be your slave for the rest of my life," I bawled. "Anything you asked, I would do it."
"No. Please don't do this to me. We just need to spend some time apart."
"Then kill me, Light- San." I lifted my head up.
Light paused. "You know I couldn't do that, L- Kun."
"You can. Not to punish me," I said. "But as a favor to me. Kill me."
Light didn't speak for a few more seconds. "You're sick. Why do you have to make this so hard for me?"
I handed him the death note and a pencil. He stared at them without moving. And then he grabbed them with shaky hands. "How?"
Quietly, as I faded away, familiar words echoed in my mind- "Please, please, please, please, please, please ple-"
I know, I was feeling a little high when I started writing this. But I had so much fun turning L into a psychopath... Obsessed with death, in love with pain and being degraded, aroused by the death note. Poor Light just couldn't take it anymore. I really, really hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing it! Please leave a review if you had any opinions (questions, comments, concerns) on it, because of course, I'm eager to hear them!
PS: I apologize for the glaring lack of Ryuk's presence. I tried to put him in here, but it was just too awkward and I think it was better without him. (Sorry, Ryuk!)