L put his phone away and tried to relax as best he could not being in his own plane. He had wanted to tell Light he was on his way home, but maybe it was better this way, to surprise him instead. He nodded with a smile; yes this would be better, he couldn’t wait to see Light’s face when he walked in.
He sighed and tried to stop fidgeting but he couldn’t help it, no matter how comfortable the first class accommodations were, he didn’t like being there and certainly not alone. The first and only time he’d been in a commercial plane was when he was with Light on their way to Florida and Light had taken perfect care of him with his pockets filled with lollipops and other goodies that kept him occupied, not to mention Light himself being there. He sighed again drawing his knees up against his chest, then chuckled and remembered how Light would push his knees back down telling him he couldn’t sit in the plane like. He reached into his own pocket and pulled out the little bag of sweets Near had given him right before he jumped into the taxi. He smiled as he reached in and pulled out a handful of jellybeans, popping them into his mouth. All he wanted to do right now was to be with Light and to be sure he hadn’t pushed him too far.
Light studied the video carefully and could certainly understand why Takashi disliked the mother so much. She was constantly in the way of the shoot, fussing with the embarrassed young man, complaining about everything, shoving people out of her way, trying to run the entire show. The young man, while attractive, was completely clueless and appeared as if he’d rather be anywhere else, but obviously had no choice as his mother pushed and prodded and demanded. When the video was over Hayami removed the disk and handed it to Light.
“As you can see Eiko Yoshido was a horrific shrew who was completely convinced that her son. Shumei, was the next best thing to God and we were all deranged incompetents who obviously didn’t know our jobs well enough in order to make him the next hot item,” Hayami said and shook his head with a laugh, “He wouldn’t be hot if his ass were on fire. Obviously he turned them down, and the mother was far from happy about it.”
“Why do you suspect them in being involved in Makota Ishinu’s death? Were they violent? Did they threaten him?” Light asked as he got up from the desk he’d been sitting on and pulled out his note book.
“Oh she threatened that we would never work again, she ‘d get us back, that we’d be begging to represent him when he became famous…the litany of threats and vulgar, depraved spewing went on until we had security throw them both out. “ Light nodded and began writing the information.
“Did she contact you or Mr. Ishinu after this? Threatening phone calls, anything of that nature?” he asked. Hayami nodded and indicated the file he had handed Light earlier.
“Every call I got is noted and the conversations transcribed,” he told him, “I don’t know about Makota, I don’t think he took it as seriously as I thought he should so he probably just hung up on her. She visited his office a few times as well, luckily she didn’t know where I had moved to or I’m sure she would have fouled up my office as well.”
“Do you know when the last time was she visted Mr. Ishinu?” Light asked closing his notebook. Hayami shrugged as he stood up from his desk.
“I don’t really know, he stopped mentioning her after a while and I did ask several times as I was planning a lawsuit if she continued with the phone calls. However, suddenly she just stopped, calling. I imagined she just ran out of steam or found some desperate agency to represent her hell spawn.”
Light chuckled as he headed towards the door. ‘I see. Thank you for all the information Mr. Hayami, I will get on this as soon as I get back to my desk.” Hayami stood and moved from his desk following Light to the door.
“It was my pleasure. Please let me know what happens when you interrogate her, and make sure you ‘re wearing your armor.” He moved closer to Light, as if trying to whisper something to the detective, making Light pull back slightly. “I am always available to you whenever you need anything from me.” Hayami added quietly with a smile.
“Thank you Mr. Hayami,” Light answered pulling the door open, “I’ll be sure to let my partner know that as well in case he has any questions.” He then moved out of the door, closing it behind him quickly. He released a deep breath and then shook his head; Hayami was more of a character than he suspected, definitely interesting, pulled no punches and obviously had figured out more about him than he wanted him to which was slightly disturbing but also intriguing. He reached for his phone as he headed to the elevator, he’d call Matsuda and let him know what he’d learned and tell him he was on his way…and listen to him bitch about his seeing Hayami again without him. He sighed and jumped into the next taxi that he could flag down.
Matsuda was waiting for him the moment he walked into the office, his arms crossed, a look of aggravation on his face. Light sighed as he walked up to him.
“Don’t start, I didn’t’ have time to call you and wait for you to show up, I just wanted to get the information from him and get out.” He held out the folder to his partner who looked down at it, sighed and took it from him.
“What was so important that he called you to pick up?” Matsuda asked flipping through the file.
“He had the information on that mother and son who he had suspicions about. Had a video he wanted me to watch…”
“Yea, I bet he did,” Matsuda chuckled under his breath, then stopped when he realized Light was staring at him. “Sorry…I..” Light cut him off by taking the folder back.
“Do you think you could contact the mother and have them both come here for questioning?” he asked tersely as he pulled out the appropriate papers and handed them back to Matsuda, ‘I want to write up my report on the information I got from Hayami.”
He moved away to his desk and sat down, reaching up to massage his forehead with his fingers for a few moments, closing his eyes. If you were here L, I could call you and we could laugh over lunch about Hayami, but you’re not, are you ? No, you had to go on your little soul searching jaunt, in spite of what it meant to me… His eyes shot open as the thought escaped the side of him he was trying to suppress; the side that resented L’s being gone. That side not only resented L for being gone, it was also angry with him, hating him for making a decision like this without bothering to discuss it; hating him for even thinking he had to leave him in the first place to make a decision about his future, about their future. That side was also angry that he was in such need of being with L that he was feeling this way. What happened to the forever self-sufficient Light Yagami who never needed or wanted anyone? He should be able to just put what L was dealing with aside and just continue on with his life without a second thought; he didn’t need this. Obviously L could deal without him, he should do the same.
He closed his eyes again and shook his head. He didn’t hate L, he could never hate L; just what he was doing, and he hated the fact that being without L made him feel like this; he almost felt weak with the uncertainty of what was going to happen when it was finally over. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder bringing him back from his dark thoughts.
“Light…they’re coming in at 2:00,” Matsuda said quietly then put a hot cup of coffee down in front of him, “You look like you could use this.” Light looked at the coffee and nodded, afraid to speak right away until he was sure his voice wouldn’t betray his state of mind.
“Thank you,” he finally managed and lifted the steaming drink to his lips. After a couple of sips he looked up at his partner. “2:00 is good; it will be after lunch and give us time go over information and figure out what exactly it is I want to ask them. Have we heard anything about the autopsy?” Matsuda didn’t answer immediately as he tried to decide exactly what he should do, it was obvious Light wasn’t doing well at all.
“Would you like to go into the meeting room and talk away from everyone else?” he asked carefully. Light sighed and shook his head.
“Talking isn’t going to do any good; it won’t make Ryuzaki come to his senses and come back home any sooner,” he sipped on the coffee again and then smiled up at Matsuda, “Besides, we have a case to solve, I don’t have time to sit around and talk about how ridiculous Ryuzaki is being or feel sorry for myself. Now…what about the autopsy?” Matsuda nodded and went back to his desk to get the folder, still wishing he could Light to open up again before he found someone else to talk to.
“It appears there was sooo much bad stuff in Ishinu’s system it was hard to separate it all,” he chuckled as he went through the papers. “Toxicology says there was evidence of marijuana, cocaine and a lot of alcohol. He wouldn’t have been able to hold a razor steady against his wrists to cut them with all of this in his system, Light.” Light took the paperwork from him and quickly read over it before looking up at Matsuda again.
“He was definitely murdered, then. Someone cut his wrists for him to make it look like he’d gotten too drugged up and did it himself. He was so out of it he couldn’t even defend himself from whoever did it,” he shook his head, “Which means it could have been anyone, it’s not as if they had to over power him to subdue him.”
“Could have been the mother as well as the kid, no strength was needed,” Matsuda agreed, “I can’t wait to get them in here and hear what they have to say; although the mother wasn’t particularly heartbroken about his death.” Light looked up at him.
“Really? What did she say?”
“That she heard the son of a bitch was dead and it was no loss to anyone.” Light laughed and shook his head.
“No, I guess she wasn’t heartbroken,” he finished his coffee and stood up, “I’m getting more coffee and then we have to decide on our next plan of action.” Matsuda agreed.
“Grab me one too?” he asked and then quietly, “Unless you want me to come with you and maybe take a break and talk…”
“I just need coffee Matsuda, I’ll be right back,” Light answered, flashing his trademark smile of complete confidence on his face. Matsuda chuckled and nodded.
“Okay,” he said and watched Light walk away. He sat down and immediately pulled out his phone, intent on calling L again and telling him he didn’t think Light was doing well at all. Then he stopped and put the phone on his desk; maybe he’d better just keep an eye on Light, he could make things worse by calling L right now. He also had to keep an eye on Hayami; he just didn’t trust him.
When Light came back with the coffees, they worked together until lunchtime, going over the crime scene pictures and all the information they had so far. Light showed Matsuda the video and went over Hayami’s phone call transcriptions. The mother looked so guilty it was laughable, but at the same time it seemed almost a bit too obvious.
Exactly at 2:00 P.M., the relative quiet of the squad room was shattered as a boisterous woman and a young man came through the doors. Although petite and slim, her voice was just the opposite, as she loudly demanded she be taken to see Detective Yagami or Detective Matsuda immediately. Light and Matsuda looked at each other and tried not to laugh as her voice echoed through the room.
“Oh, this is going to so much fun,” Light remarked standing up and heading to the barking woman. He bowed slightly when he faced her.
“Good morning, I’m Detective Yagami,” he said, “Then you must be Yoshida Eiko?” The woman snorted before answering.
“Of course, and this my son Shumei,” she said gesturing towards the young man. Light nodded and bowed to the young man who smiled slightly before bowing back.
“If you would come this way and have a seat we can get started,” Light gestured towards where Matsuda was standing and led them there. Matsuda bowed as they came towards him, and pulled out a couple of chairs for them to sit on.
“Can I get you something, tea or coffee?” he offered.
“Tea for both of us, and cream, no sugar,” Matsuda nodded and left to fulfill her wishes as Light opened his folder of information. He removed a picture of Makota Ishinu and slid it towards her.
“Just to be clear, this is the man we found dead in his apartment; can you identity him?” he asked. The woman snorted again.
“A fool named Makota Ishinu,” she said sliding the picture back to him, “And now he’s a dead fool,” she scrutinized Light carefully before speaking again, “Are you sure you’re old enough to handle this? Perhaps I should see your lead detective…”
“Detective Matsuda is the lead detective,” Light answered, “And I assure you I have enough experience to handle this case,” he brought her attention back to the picture. “I understand you two didn’t see eye to eye business wise,” he began and was surprised when she broke into loud laughter.
“That’s a way to put it,” she said then looked at her son, “He couldn’t see the star potential in my son and wouldn’t sign him; but we don’t need him do we, Shumei?” she asked the uncomfortable looking young man. He shook his head and looked down at the floor.
Light immediately felt badly for the young man; it was obvious he was completely under his mother’s thumb and probably not allowed to think or speak for himself. He looked up as he saw Matsuda returning with the tray of teas. He let him pass them to their guests before continuing.
“I take it you also know this man,” Light stated sliding a picture of Hayami towards her.
“Hmph,” she said quickly pushing it back, “That one’s the other one’s partner who was just as much of a fool, if not more,” she leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Did you know they were ...you know…THAT type? I mean, I don’t know for sure of course, but everyone told me they were…you know…THAT way. So maybe in a way it’s a good thing they didn’t sign my boy, who knows, they might have made him...you know…THAT way.” Matsuda raised an eyebrow at Light who winked back at him.
“THAT way Mrs. Eiko? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Is it pertinent to the case? Is it something I should know?” The woman hmphed again sitting back in her chair and crossed her arms.
“Never mind, if you don’t understand there’s no point in going on about it,” she said, “Now why are we here? I was told we had to answer questions about that idiot’s death. I only came because I wanted to make sure you realized we had nothing to do with it, even though we were thrilled to hear about it.” Light smiled sweetly and sat back in his own chair.
“It’s quite obvious from what I’ve read about your relationship with both Mr. Ishinu and Hayami that you felt they didn’t give your son the attention his…talent deserved, and that you harassed them both with phone calls and irate messages.”
“I was trying to make them understand what a mistake they ‘d made,” she told him, “Didn’t I try to tell them Shumei?” she asked the boy who merely nodded.
“Shumei,” Light said softly to the obviously uncomfortable young man, “Did you have any conversations with Mr. Ishinu that your mother wasn’t in on?” he asked. The boy for a moment flicked his eyes at Light and the detective found a quick flash of something odd in them, was that fear? The eyes very quickly shifted to his mother who looked indignant.
“There was no way in this world I would leave my son alone with either one of them,” she stated emphatically, “Being that I heard they were…you know…THAT way,” she emphasized again. Matsuda covered his mouth with his hand trying not to laugh as Light tried to look completely sympathetic and horrified at the same time.
“Where were you on the night Mr. Ishinu was killed?” Matsuda asked her, “And if you could give us the names of others who may have seen you so we can check your alibi?”
“How dare you?!” she hissed, “Did I not make it clear that we had nothing to do with his death and yet you dare suggest that I killed him?” Shumei tentatively put a hand on his mother’s shoulder, “It’s his job Mother, it isn’t personal.” He said quietly and she shrugged away from his hand.
“It’s disgusting that’s what it is,” she bellowed, “A talent less pervert like that finally gets what he deserves and they accuse an honest, normal, hard-working like myself of it? And a woman on top of all this, a mother who only worries about her son and wants the world to know what a wonder he is!” she sniffed as if she were about to cry and Matsuda handed her a box of tissues while Light fought to keep his face straight.
“We’re not accusing you of anything,” Light said gently, “We just have to be able to show we’ve done our job and know where everyone and anyone who is connected to the victim was on the night of his death,” he leaned closer to her, his eyes sincere and his voice soft, “Anyone can tell that you are simply a mother trying to take care of your son the best way possible and unfortunately you got caught up in this mess. Believe me, this is the fastest way to erase your name from our list so you can get back to doing just that, so now, if you would be kind enough to answer Detective Matsuda’s question.” The woman looked up into Light’s eyes, his charm completely winning her over as Matsuda tried not to roll his eyes.
“Of course Detective Yagami, I can tell you understand how difficult it can be for someone like me, I appreciate your understanding,” she answered then turned to Matsuda, “To answer your question, my son and I were at a gathering of potential managers and talent; a cocktail party to introduce yourself to several at once. I can tell you exactly whom I talked to because I introduced my son to several managers and I’m sure they will remember us. It began at 8:00 and lasted until midnight, at which time I went home and to bed.”
“Oh I’m sure they will,” Matsuda answered, “Both of you were there the entire time?” he asked.
“Yes, well I was,” she corrected, “It was getting past my son’s bedtime so I sent him home in a car so he could rest,” she turned and ran her fingers through his hair, “He needs his rest.”
The boy shifted away from her fingers looking even more uncomfortable. Light gazed at him for a moment; a slight good-looking young man with long dark hair. He felt sorry for him, but wondered if there was a side of him they weren’t seeing.
“Shumei, that night, you went directly home from the party, no stops anywhere?” Before the boy could answer his mother turned on Light.
“Of course he didn’t, didn’t I just tell you I sent him home? He would never disobey like that when he knows I only have his best interest at heart,” she turned to the boy, “Would you Shumei?” The boy sighed and then shook his head.
“No, of course not Mother,” he said in nearly a whisper, “I went directly home and to bed, Detective.”
The two detectives exchanged looks and then Matsuda sat back in his chair before speaking again.
“Alright, if you would write down the names of the others you remember being there at the party, I think we will have enough information for right now. If we need anything else, one of us will give you a call, thank you.” He said sliding paper and a pen towards the woman who snatched them both and began writing. When she was done, Matsuda stood up, Light doing the same.
“If you think of anything that might help in our investigation, please don’t hesitate to call,” Light told her handing her one of his cards. She took the card as she stood up and looked at Light.
“I doubt there’s anything else, but if I think of something I’ll call,” she said then looked at her son, “Let’s go Shumei, we’ve wasted enough time here.” The two detectives bowed and the boy nodded and followed her out of the room.
They waited until she was out of the room and both Light and Matsuda looked at each other and broke into laughter.
“Light, I always knew you were a smooth talker but you could have talked her out of her clothes!” Matsuda said and then suddenly blushed; “If…if you were inclined to I mean…” he added which only made Light laugh harder.
“Ah but I’m THAT type so that’s not an option,” he said and stretched, “Alright let’s get this on paper so we can turn it into the Deputy Director and then it should be time to go home.”
“I don’t know about you, but I still think they had something do with the victim’s death, somehow,” Matsuda said firing up the computer, “And that boy, I think he probably has enough anger at his mother pent up to unleash a lot of hurt on anyone.” Light nodded his agreement.
“Yea, I have the same feeling but I’m not sure which one is more likely,” he sighed, “We’ll have to go over everything again, check out the alibi’s and go from there. I should have taken DNA samples, damn it.” He suddenly thought.
“We’ll get it later, let’s just get this paperwork done,” Matsuda soothed, “And then you can come over for dinner.” Light shook his head.
“No, I need to go home, I have to do some thinking and I have to do it alone. I’m expecting to hear from Ryuzaki as well, but thank you anyway.” Matsuda sighed in defeat. “Okay, how about tomorrow night?” he suggested and Light chuckled.
“Okay, maybe tomorrow..now come let’s get this done!” he insisted and Matsuda agreed.
When the report was ready and printed out, Light signed it then slid it over to Matsuda to do the same.
“I’ll take it over, you go ahead and go home, I’m sure Suki is waiting with the car,” he said standing up.
“Yea, you ‘re probably right,” Matsuda answer as he finished signing, “I think she said something about shopping after work, lucky me.” Light laughed and picked up the form.
“Maybe it will be for something naughty you both can enjoy later,” he said with a wink and then laughed again as Matsuda’s face colored near crimson.
“Light! You…” Light continued to laugh as he sprinted out of the office and headed to his father’s office.
“Is he in?” he asked the secretary as he walked in.
“Yes Detective, I’ll buzz him…”
“No, don’t bother. There’s got to be some perks to being related, I get to just walk in,” he grinned and went to the door, knocking quickly and then going in.
“Hey, alright if I deliver this to you?” he asked as his father looked up.
“What is it?” Soichiro asked as he walked in. Light explained what had happened on the case before handing his father the papers.
“So here’s the report on everything we’ve discovered and the questioning of the mother and son.” Soichiro nodded and quickly skimmed the report.
“I’ll read this in depth later, good work so far Detective but don’t get lazy,” he said then smiled. “So when are you and Ryuzaki coming to visit, your mother is asking.” Light sighed and shrugged.
“I…don’t know when, Ryuzaki’s out of town right now and I’m not sure when he’ll be back,” he answered.
“Ah, it must be a tough case then to make him go on site,” Soichiro said, “Well, you know if you get tired of being alone you can stop by.” He offered and Light nodded.
“Yea, thanks, Dad,” he looked at his watch, “I’m a little tired, I think I’m going to go home and turn in early.” He said and Soichiro smiled then went back to his paperwork.
“Alright Detective, have a good night,” he said and Light turned and left the office.
As he got into the elevator his phone rang; he picked it up without looking and answered it after one ring.
“It’s about time you called back,” he began and then was confused when he heard laughter.
“Dear me Detective have I called at an inopportune time?” Hayami’s asked.
“No…I thought you were someone else, excuse me,” Light answered, “What can I do for you Mr. Hayami?”
“Well, first I would like it very much if you would address me by my name, Takashi, and secondly I was wondering if you had been able to reach Yoshida Eiko and if so, how did it go?” Light chuckled into the phone.
“Yes, we have talked to her and I really can’t go into detail about it, it’s an ongoing case,” he answered.
“Well, what about the autopsy? Was my hunch correct?”
“Actually your hunch was right on the money,” Light answered, “Your ex-partner was murdered.” There was silence on the line for a few moments before Hayami spoke again.
“Would you allow me to thank you for taking me seriously about this? Perhaps I could take you to dinner?” he offered.
“That’s not necessary Mr. Hayami,” Light said, “It was my job to listen…”
“Perhaps, but I believe the detective who had the case before you was simply giving me lip service and was quite happy to be able to pass me off to you. You actually listened and I am most grateful. Besides, I’m parked outside of your building, you wouldn’t want me to have wasted my time would you?” Light chuckled as he walked out of the elevator and out of the doors, seeing Hayami’s car on the corner. Why shouldn’t he go out to dinner with him, it would definitely be stimulating conversation and it was better than being alone.
“Fine, dinner it is,” he answered and closed the call walking towards the car.
L pulled his phone when it rang, and smiled when he saw it was Watari’s number. Probably checking on his estimated time of arrival; they were running a little later than expected.
“We had a little difficulty with turbulence,” he told him, “I will be landing in about two hours.”
“Excellent, I’ll be waiting,” his father figure told him, “I’m quite glad you’ve decided to come back. May I ask what exactly happened to make you change your mind?
“My successors surpassed me, “ he answered, “Explained to me the errors of my ways.” He heard Watari chuckle in the phone.
“Oh my that must have been a sight to see and hear, I am so very sorry I missed you being put in your place by your successors. I’m surprised you allowed them to do such a thing.”
“Yes…well… it was quite clear I didn’t have any choice than to listen,” L told him, “And it turns out it was the right thing to do. Watari…do you think I’ve done irreparable damage?”
“As far as whether or not you‘ve done serious damage to your relationship, that’s something you ‘re going to have to find out for yourself. He has kept very much to himself, he has said nothing to me about the situation, even when he‘s here working, he doesn’t mention it at all.”
“I see,” L said quietly, his thumb rubbing his bottom lip, “Remember, if you see him please don’t tell him I’m coming home, I wish to surprise him.”
“I understand, and I will be waiting at the airport.”
“Thank you,” L answered and closed the call. His thumb continued to worry on his bottom lip; what if he was too late? What if this really damaged their relationship? He’d have no one to blame but himself and he would do whatever he had to in order to repair it…if he could.
Light didn’t appreciate how badly he had been feeling until laughing with Takashi made him feel so much better. The agent was telling him stories of some of his best clients over dinner as only he could, and Light could barely eat from laughing so often. He wasn’t sure if it were the stories themselves or whether the wine with dinner had helped them along. Either way, he was enjoying himself for the first time in days.
“I can understand why you stay in this business,” he said finally, “There’s never a dull moment is there?”
“I could say the same about your business,” Takashi said, “It doesn’t appear your chosen profession is very boring either.” Light shrugged.
“It depends,” he answered, “There are weeks where all that happens is paperwork and chasing leads on old cases that pan out to nothing. Then when something does happen…sometimes it’s just so heinous you wish you just had paperwork again. But I enjoy the work involved, the sifting through clues to try to make sense out of them. That’s what I find exciting, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.”
“I rather suspected that,” Takashi mused, “That’s one of the reasons I felt your threat of pulling out of the case earlier was simply posturing. I imagine the ugliness of murder is what you like least.” Light shook his head.
“I’ve come to grips with the idea of death and murder; it’s unfortunately a part of the brutality of this world. What I dislike is when they get away with it,” Light’s eyes began to narrow as he spoke, intriguing Takashi with their intensity. “When we work so very hard to bring them in, and a technicality lets them go free; when you know they ‘re the one, and you can see them laughing at you as they walk out. That’s what I hate; that shouldn’t be possible, the ones that make this world rotten should be punished, they shouldn’t be able to simply walk away, there should be a way to prevent that from happening…”
“Well, well, well…there’s that dangerous side of you peeking out again,” Takashi said with a smile, “It is quite an exciting side of you.” Light blinked at Takashi’s words and reigned himself in.
“I’m sorry that’s just…it’s a sore point with me, Ryuzaki usually…” he stopped again.
“Ah, Ryuzaki again,” Takashi said, “You’ve mentioned that name quite often tonight; he means everything to you doesn’t he?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” Light began.
“It doesn’t matter, it gives me an insight into what your relationship with this Ryuzaki is, and knowledge is always good.”
“Thank you for dinner and conversation, I’ve enjoyed it,” Light said changing the subject, “But I should be getting home, I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow on your case.” Takashi nodded and gestured for the waiter.
“Fine, I’ll take you home,” he said and Light nodded, still slightly embarrassed by his remarks, and slightly down again after realizing he had mentioned L so often.
When they arrived at his building he thanked Takashi again for the evening and opened the car door.
“How rude of you to not invite me in for a night cap,” Takashi said with a grin, “I’m certain it was just an oversight, however.”
“I don’t know…” Light began. Takashi continued to smile as he leaned towards Light.
“I promise I don’t bite…unless you want me to. It would be the hospitable thing to do.” Light chuckled and then sighed with a smile.
“Alright, you park and come on up to the penthouse floor. I’ll meet you there, but only one drink, I do need to get to bed.”
“The penthouse, that is definitely promising,” Takashi said and put the car into gear, “I’ll be there in just a few minutes.” He took off towards the garage as Light headed into the building.
He had barely made it into his apartment, dropping the keys into the holder by the door when the buzzer from the elevator went off. He expected to hear Watari buzz him to ask him if he were expecting anyone and when that didn’t happen he went to the intercom.
“Watari? Are you there?” he asked and waited for an answer. “He must be out on an errand,” he said to himself then went to the panel that held the screen so he could make sure it was Takashi in the elevator. Once he saw it was him, he released the lock on the elevator door, which allowed it to open and let him through. He went to the apartment door and opened it to welcome the agent in.
“My that was exciting,” he said walking in, “I felt as if I were in a spy movie. Why so much security?”
“Both Ryuzaki and I work in law enforcement, he is a private detective and sometimes we make enemies. Just a little bit of extra caution on our part.”
“I see,” Takashi said as he looked around the apartment, “This is very nice, tastefully done. Certainly not to my standards, but very nice,” he turned to Light, “Obviously a lot richer than what a detective in the NPA would make. I imagine this Ryuzaki has a good deal of money from his private detective business.” Light only smiled in reply.
“What can I get you for your night cap?” he asked instead going to the bar.
“A brandy would be a nice cap to this evening,” he answered, “Please have one with me.” Light nodded and poured two, handing one to Takashi.
“I wish you luck in finding out who killed Makota,” he said in the way of a toast, “And a hope that we can continue to be friends.” Light sipped the alcohol and nodded.
“Thank you, but I’m fairly sure I’m on the right track with that,” he said gesturing to Takashi to sit down as he did, “And I see no reason why we cannot continue to be friends, I enjoy your company.”
“Thank you,” Takashi said moving a bit closer to Light, “And now I wonder exactly what the boundaries of friendship are for you?” Light looked at him confused but for only a moment.
“Takashi…please,” he was reminded.
“Takashi, when I say friend that is exactly what I mean. Ryuzaki..”
“Isn’t here for whatever reason,” the agent answered placing his drink on the table, “And I would never dream of interfering in your relationship with him. However,” he leaned closer to Light’s face, raising a hand to gently touch it, “You can’t tell me that you are not missing that special warmth that comes from human contact, that special feeling that only comes with the sharing of one’s bodies. I don’t wish to take you away from Ryuzaki, I’m not the type for long relationships or commitment, but I do enjoy warmth, and human contact, don’t you?” His fingers graced lightly across Light's face, barely touching him but enough for Light to feel the heat from them.
The worst thing about that touch was that he was right; Light was missing that touch, that warmth. The side of him that was angry with L pushed him to enjoy the touch, that it was all L’s fault in the first place. His eyes closed for a moment and then suddenly snapped open, moving away from the touch and shook his head.
“Yes, I do enjoy it, but with only one person,” he said standing up, “I appreciate your friendship Takashi, but that’s where it has to stay, I won’t cheat on Ryuzaki.” The agent sighed and sipped at his brandy again, then stood up as well.
“Well, if you ‘re sure,” he said moving closer to Light, “But I wouldn’t worry about the idea of cheating on Ryuzaki,” he said, “Consider this merely an extended friendship, nothing more. Two adults enjoying the pleasures available to them, until your Ryuzaki returns. What could possibly be wrong with that?” he leaned forward again, aiming for Light’s mouth with his.
L and Watari stepped out of the elevator, L barely able to conceal his excitement at being home again. This was where he belonged; this was where he felt complete. Wammy’s no longer held that allure for him; it belonged to the boys now. He turned to Watari and smiled at him.
“Thank you for keeping this a secret from Light. You get some rest, I’m sure we’ll be fine for the rest of the evening.” Watari nodded giving him a knowing smile.
“Oh I’m sure you will be, good night L,” he said and went into his own apartment. L watched him go then went to his own door, pushing it open quietly in case Light was sleeping. He stepped in then stopped dead at what was before him.
“I can’t think of one thing that should stop us from enjoying each other,” Takashi was saying as he zeroed in on Light’s mouth, Light pulling away, placing his hand on the man’s chest to keep him away.
“I can think of many,” L said dropping his bag and moving towards them. Light jumped the moment he heard L’s voice, moving quickly away from Takashi and moving towards L.
“Oh my god you ‘re back! Why didn’t you call me?” he asked as he walked quickly to L.
“And miss this touching display? I knew you liked to bring your work home with you but I believe you have outdone yourself this time.” L hissed, moving away from him.
“No…no it’s not what you think…” Light began and L cut him off moving quickly towards Takashi
“I know who you are, Takashi Hayami and I know all about you,” he told him, “And I will tell you that despite your reputation, this is one conquest you will not have and if you continue to try you will lose the very instrument you intended to use.”
Takashi tried to laugh off L’s threat but found he couldn’t as he stared into the most intense set of eyes he had ever seen. If he could see danger in Light’s eyes, what he saw in L’s almost frightened him.
“Well, you can’t blame a man for trying,” he said finally being able to plaster a smile on his face, “And I congratulate you for holding on to his heart as you’ve managed to do, I doubt I would have gotten anywhere at all even if you hadn’t walked in. Good night.” He moved quickly past L and out of the door. L then turned to face Light.
“Is he right? Or would he have gotten somewhere if I hadn’t walked in?” L demanded and Light stared back at him in shock.
“How can you ask me that?” Light demanded, “You know I wouldn’t have, I love you!” L turned away from him.
“It didn’t seem as if you were fighting him too hard, not that I blame you,” he said quietly.
Light grabbed him and turned him around to face him, his emotions running from anger, to relief to hurt.
“Don’t you dare walk in here after leaving me alone for so long, for no real reason, and accuse me of wanting to sleep with someone else!” L reached up and caressed Light’s face, his eyes filling with tears.
“If you did want to, I drove you to it, and I’m so sorry. But I won’t let you go, I can’t let you go. I will fight for you, Light.” Light closed his eyes at L’s touch, his own tears building up as he leaned into it and shook his head.
“There’s nothing to fight for L, I’m here. I told you I’d be here when you got back and I am. Nothing’s changed, I still love you more than anything in this world, and you are my life, L.” He opened his eyes and pulled L to him, roughly holding the detective’s face in his hands.
“I love you,” he told him and kissed him as hard as he could, crying into the kiss as their lips met for the first time in so long. L’s arms went around his neck; his hands going into Light’s hair as he kissed him back just as fiercely. When Light pulled away, he kissed L’s face and then his mouth again before leaning his forehead against L’s.
“I’m so sorry, this was a lousy homecoming for you. Why didn’t you call me and tell me you were coming home?” Light asked him and L sighed.
“I wanted to surprise you, I wanted to see your face when I walked in when you weren’t expecting it,” he chuckled, “I guess I got what I asked for.” Light shook his head before kissing him again, his hands now running up and down his back.
“Come on, let’s go to bed. You must be exhausted from the flight and everything you walked into to.” he said when he released him, and L nodded.
“I am exhausted,” L admitted then ran his hands down Light’s chest before taking his hand and heading towards the bedroom. “Are you sure I haven’t lost you at all, that your feelings haven’t changed? Why was he even here?” Light ran a hand through his hair and looked away.
“To be honest L, I was desperate for company, and conversation and he is…a lot like you. We made some progress on the case and he offered to take me to dinner and I…I guess I gave in and accepted the invitation. He brought me home afterwards, asked for a night cap and then…”
“Never mind I know what happened next,” L answered a little of the anger rising again, “And I am sorry I forced you to be in this position. I suggest you let Matsuda deal with him from now on when you ‘re working on this case. I would hate to have to make him disappear.” Light chuckled as he closed the bedroom door.
“I’m sure there won’t be any problems with him,” he said then gazed at L again, reaching up to caress his face, “I will admit being angry with you, that you had left, but my love for you hasn’t changed, it couldn’t.” they both got undressed and crawled into the bed, L climbing into Light’s arms, resting his head on Light’s chest.
“I’m sorry for leaving you Light, it was wrong. I love you,” he whispered kissing his chest. Light ran his fingers up and down L’s back and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you too,” he answered, “And I’m just glad you ‘re home. No more talking, get some rest.” He said and felt L nod against him.
As he felt L’s body relax against him, his mind went over everything he’d felt before L had come home; the resentment, the anger, the upset at feeling so weak without him. All of that just didn’t matter anymore now that L was in his arms again. He had come close to slipping with Takashi, but he didn’t and that’s what was important. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip around L. There were definite wounds that had to be dealt with, but he’d worry about that later; right now he was just happy that L was home.