Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ 50% & 50% ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

She barely had to open her eyes to realize that it was extremely bright in her room. In her room. She wasn't in her room, and suddenly the night flooded back to her. She was laying in a bed, a hotel room bed, in only her panties. She sat up and looked in bed next to her. It was an empty space, but it was clear that someone had been sleeping there next to her. Someone. L. She looked around for her clothing more, and as she was about to leave the bed, she heard a voice.
 
“Awake finally. It's about 11:20am. Also, don't worry about last night.”
 
Definitely L.
 
“Uh, would it be strange if I were to ask you exactly what happened last night?” She asked.
 
L walked into the room with a cup of coffee, wearing what he usually wears, but hair slightly more ridiculous than usual.
 
“It would be strange, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that I will be willing to refresh your memory, even though you were not intoxicated, so you remember it yourself quite thoroughly.”
 
She sat there, in bed. Holding the covers up to keep from exposing her breasts, even though by this point it wouldn't matter anyways. She didn't know what to say. Maybe sleeping with L wasn't such a good idea. What if Light finds out?
 
“Are you…”
 
“Going to tell Light? No. I consider this fair trade for me not being able to nail him with solid evidence for being Kira.”
 
L sounds different when you're more intimate with him. I guess the same could be said about everyone, though.
 
“Should…I leave?” Misa asks him, as he leans against the doorway, drinking coffee.
 
“I'm not kicking you out, if that's what you're asking. You can stay as long as you like. I would appreciate it if you didn't try to seduce me again though.”
 
“That's not funny, L.”
 
“It's just not a very professional thing to be doing.” He smirked, “You know, having sexual relations with the Second Kira.”
 
“You're kind of a jerk when someone gets to know you.”
 
“I jest.”
 
L then walked over to the bed and set his cup of coffee down on the counter next to it. Leaning over, he kissed her again. She didn't pull away, much to her own surprise. He broke the kiss and walked over to the closet, opening it, to reveal the clothing she wore over. Cleaned, and ironed. She realized that she was going to have to tell Light something. That this couldn't go unspoken for. Already, in one night, L had more of a relationship with her than she and Light did in years, and really, she had to start coming to terms with the fact that she had an emotional attachment to L, as well. Did she still care for Light? Of course, but he didn't have her heart, and maybe, maybe L did now.
 
She got up and walked over to her things. She pulled her phone out of her pocket. 1 Missed call. Yagami Light. She called it back and he picked up.
 
“Where have you been?”
 
“Home, I just woke up.”
 
“You're not at home, I went by there already. I've been trying to get a hold of you. Where are you right now?”
 
And panic strikes. How is she supposed to explain to Light that she's in a hotel room with L, in the same clothing she was wearing last night. She'd have to tell him what happened. Then it dawned on her.
 
He would kill her. The perfect evidence L needs.
 
“I'm in a hotel room with L. I'm with L.”
 
L walks into the room as he hears her say this, and his eyes widen. What is she saying? Does she want him to break up with her, more so, does she want him to kill her? And even from across the room, L can hear Light's anger.
 
“Why…are you in a hotel room with L, this early in the morning?”
 
She pauses, and looks at L, and motions for him to come over to her. He does, and he takes his hand him hers. She knows that Light is going to be too rage driven to think straight, or make rational decisions. This will do it.
 
“I spent the night with him last night.” She chokes up a bit, “I spent the night with L.”
 
Light laughs.
 
“You know what I can do to you, you useless, stupid, little girl.”
 
L hears this, and he knows exactly what Light is referring to. Misa then remembers something key.
 
“I have your death note with me, Light. You can't do anything.”
 
Now things get real awkward. L had always assumed, but he had never known for sure. He had never had solid evidence. Nonetheless, he held onto Misa amidst the phone conversation. He somehow knew Misa was egging Light on, trying to make him do something.
 
He had something in mind alright.
 
The conversation ran silent for 5 seconds. 10 seconds. 15. 20, and Misa immediately knew. She turned and looked up at L, pointing to her bag. He walked over to it, opened it, looked inside…and slowly turned back to her, as he pulled the death note out. Then she motioned him over to her. She took his hand again, so tight this time, and she kissed him.
 
“You won't need more than this.” She said to him.
 
“Who are you talking to, Misa?” Light asked, and Misa handed L the phone.
 
“Yagami Light…” L calmly said.
Silence was heard on the other end. Then the phone call was disconnected. L turned to Misa, as she stared at the clock.
 
“20 seconds.”
 
They sat together on the edge of the bed and held hands. She wasn't scared. She wasn't crying. While no one knew for sure where people who have the death note go, she wasn't scared. Although not technically, maybe, she felt as if she had repented.
 
At least, she knew L felt that way.
 
She laid across him. He could feel her warm breath against his arm. He wondered if this was her intention the whole time. If this was why she so willingly came over, why she kissed him, why she slept with him. Tons of thoughts and ideas went through his mind. It wasn't long until he was interrupted by the fact that he could no longer feel her breath on his arm. He slowly got up, and laid her lifeless body down comfortably on the bed. He looked over to the death note, which he had left on the stand next to his cup of coffee. He sat staring at it. He reached over and calmly picked up his cup of coffee, still staring at the notebook intently. L took a couple sips, and sat the cup back down, and with the same motion, picked up the notebook and brought it to his lap.
 
“It would only make you just as bad as he is, or she is.”
 
It was Ryuk.
 
But L said nothing in response. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. He flipped to a random page, and clicked the top of the pen, speaking aloud as he writes…
 
“Ya-ga—“