End Games

Chapter 22: Intrude

A month had passed since the incident at Headquarters and L was extremely busy planning the logistics of the trial before the ICPO. He decided that it would be a closed trial in which only members of the ICPO would be present. There would be no official judge or jury, and the public would not be told about the proceedings. Everything had to be conducted in secrecy due the supernatural quality of the case as well as the controversy that Kira's identity would raise. Revealing Kira's identity to the general public would be a disaster for Light's family and friends. Not to mention that it reflected poorly on his father's image, being that Soichiro Yagami was a respected Chief of the NPA and a member of the ICPO.
Aside from that, L was also concerned about the notebooks of death. Knowledge of their existence was highly classified information. Their power would be tempting to many, including to members of the ICPO, so he simply could not allow anyone to get their hands on them. The death note was an unmatched weapon of mass murder that should never be allowed to fall into human hands, especially those of the greedy and power-hungry. Even L did not trust himself with it, and after this was over, he intended to burn both death notes so they may never again be used in the human world. For now, though, he needed them for two reasons. First, Light needed to keep his memories in tact, at least until after the trial. Second, L had arranged it so that the Shinigami would appear before the ICPO, and he could only do that if the notebooks were still in the human world, in tact. L was not a fan of this idea, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how difficult it would be to prove Light's culpability without the gods of death.
Overall, there was more than enough evidence against Light. There were the two death note writings that matched his penmanship. There was his involvement with Mikami and the fact that together they tried to kill everyone at Headquarters using the notebook. And then there were the many testimonies of Watari, the KIT members, himself, the Shinigami, and of course, Misa. Even Takada had agreed to testify against him in exchange for a reduced sentence. Mikami was the only one not testifying against Light, saying that he would rather die than speak out against his 'god.' L thought it unwise of Mikami, since his obvious devotion to Light served as more proof that Light was Kira. Mikami would also be tried with Light, and for all purposes, the two stood as equal criminals in the eyes of the law.
And then there was Misa. She too would be put on trial for her crimes, but L was going to request that she be given amnesty under special conditions. To achieve this, he knew he would have to sacrifice his anonymity and appear, in person, before the ICPO. There, he would tell of how she was instrumental to solving the case and she would answer whatever questions they had. There was no room for errors; Misa had to be perfect. One wrong answer and she could easily be put in jail for life, or worse. It was for this reason that L was going to wait a month to tell them about Kira's capture. He knew that Interpol would want an expedited trial, and that would not give him enough time to prepare Misa for an audience with them.
L, Aiber, Matsuda, and Mogi were currently in a hotel suite, prepping Misa for the big day in which she would have to face judgment. Aiber had been called in to give her pointers in how to gain the trust of difficult people that weren't on her side. She was charming enough as she was, but better to over-prepare than under-prepare. The other two police officers had volunteered to play the roles of ICPO interrogators. Aiber and the other two sat in a sofa across from Misa while L walked around, examining her every expression and gesture. They would each take turns asking her questions that she should expect during her trial.
"State your name" said Mogi in an authoritative tone.
"Misa Amane"
"Do you plead guilty to being the Second Kira, and every charge associated with that title?"
"Yes" Misa responded firmly.
"And why did you commit these crimes?"
Misa swallowed nervously and launched into a long-winded, overly-pious explanation.
"I became the second Kira because I wanted to aid my parents' avenger in creating the new world where the innocents could feel safer. I developed an unhealthy obsession with Kira and that only worsened after I found out that Kira was Light Yagami. I wanted to join forces with him to make a better society-"
L stopped and interrupted her.
"Keep it concise. The less you say, the better." He told her. The way she was explaining things made her sound too much like a Kira supporter, which was bad. She nodded her head and rephrased her answer.
"I did it because I was misguided and sympathized with Kira because he avenged my parents' deaths."
"Better" Said L.
He had to admit that Misa was doing well. As long as she didn't let the nerves get to her the day of the trial, then she should have nothing to fear. It also helped that she was 6 months pregnant. It would make it harder for them to judge Misa harshly knowing that there was a life form inside her that would want its mother. L continued to pace as Aiber asked the next question.
"Misa Amane, did you know that you were actively committing an act of murder when you wrote those peoples' names down in the notebook?" He asked seriously.
This question made Misa uncomfortable and L could tell. He stopped pacing and dragged an over-stuffed chair right in front of her, sitting on it in his usual crouch. He observed her directly with that piercing stare of his, making her even more nervous. She made eye contact with him but then quickly dropped her gaze. She was ashamed.
"Yes. I did. But it's weird! Killing with the notebook isn't like killing someone face to face. It's so easy to do it, you never really have to see the person die, and at the time, I believed in Kira's cause so I didn't see it as murder, even though it was..."
She looked uneasy as she raised her eyes to meet L's again, as if apologizing to him for what she had done. He understood.
The questioning went on for another hour. Misa sighed, relieved, when the time came for Aiber, Matsuda, and Mogi to leave. L stayed since he had to keep her under supervision until the trial. At least that's what he told everyone, even though most knew that it was all an excuse to be alone with Misa.
While the other Kiras and Takada were kept in secured guardhouses owned by L for high-profile criminals, Misa stayed in hotels with him. They wouldn't even return to the renovated Headquarters, preferring the privacy of the hotel rooms. It was clear to everyone that L was having sex with Misa and that's why he preferred to stay in the hotels where no one was going to bother, or argue with him. The door clicked closed behind the mock judges as they left. Misa slumped in her seat, mentally drained.
L waited a moment before jumping out of his chair and going to her. He offered his hand to her and she took it as he helped her to her feet.
"You're stressed" He said. It wasn't a question, there was no doubt. He just knew.
"I'm scared!" She sighed. "I just...I don't know...these mock interrogations are helpful, but I still don't feel comfortable. I'm scared that I'm going to stand there in front of those people and choke. If that happens then..." She sighed and shook her head, glancing down at her protruding belly sadly.
L didn't say anything, just pondering about all the different things he could do in case she did fumble during the trial. Though he didn't show it, deep down he was terrified of what could happen. If the ICPO decided to execute Misa, what would he do? Would he just let it happen? A dreadful sorrow built up within him at the thought. He really doubted he would let that happen. He would either appeal the decision or, if it came down to it, steal her away. No, that would unleash a world-wide manhunt. In that situation, he may not even be able to secure the death notes and escape with her safely at the same time. He was certain that he could get away and not be found, but what about the Kira case and the death notes? Could he just abandon it all like that, the most dangerous weapon of mass murder in the hands of the ICPO? All for his selfish love of a woman? Maybe. He didn't know.
He was truly torn and bothered. A frown crept onto his face as he calculated the worst case scenarios. Misa noticed his features contort into an expression of worry and concentration. So she kissed him. Without him even realizing that she'd closed the gap between them, she stood on tip-toes, leaned in, and pressed her soft, moist lips to his slightly open mouth. He snapped out of his nihilistic thoughts. For the first time in a while, he really wished he could stop thinking about this case. In the recent weeks, he found that Misa had that effect on him; she could take his mind off of things, leaving him perfectly content just being without over-thinking. It was remarkable.
He took her face in his hands and eagerly returned her kiss, their lips brushing onto one another repeatedly. He really wanted to hug her but their unborn child was in the way. L turned her around and hugged her from behind instead, careful to slide his arms just under her breasts. His fingers twitched to travel up further into her cleavage, but he simply stayed there for some time, with his head nestled in the crook of her neck. Misa sighed blissfully as she felt him move his mouth on her. She hummed her approval as L began to kiss down her neck, sending pleasurable shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hot breath on her neck, followed by his lips suckling on the skin there. L kissed her shoulder, noticing that from that angle he had a perfect view down Misa's dress. She was wearing one of those dresses that was loose from the waist down but hugged her bust nicely, showing just the right amount of cleavage. He continued to kiss her shoulder but kept his eyes open, looking lustfully at the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing deepened. She gently ground her hips against his and was pleased when she felt his erection hard against her.
His breath quickened and he tightened his hold on her slightly, pushing her further against his body. L wanted her. She smiled coyly and without looking at him, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once there she turned around and kissed him. L wished he could hug her tightly to him so he could feel every curve of her body against his, but her current state didn't allow it. Truthfully, half the time, he wasn't sure how to manage the baby protruding from Misa's womb during the act. He was always conscious to not get too carried away and put too much pressure there or make her uncomfortable. Luckily, this time Misa was taking charge of that. She took charge this time, leaving a slick trail of kisses down his neck. While she did this, she moved him to stand at the edge of the bed, pushing him down onto it.
He sat there with his legs spread, and Misa standing between them. Her breasts were right in his face, and he indulged in them. He took one in his hand, kneading it over her dress, while he eagerly sucked on the exposed flesh of the other. Misa's eyes fluttered closed as she let herself enjoy his touch, her hand wandering from his shoulders, to the nape of his neck and into his raven hair. L felt that tight bulge in his pants becoming really uncomfortable so he pulled himself further back onto the bed, and brought his knees up onto the bed as well. Misa pouted when she felt cold air hit her skin where L's lips once were. He took her hand and gently pulled her onto him, and she positioned herself above him. L admired the view of her hovering above him like a goddess.
She swept her hand over the hair on his forehead and he brought his head up to claim her mouth once again. No matter how many times he had her, he would always want her again, sometimes even more than the previous times. It surprised him since he was one to get bored easily, which is why he constantly sought to busy himself with new cases. Yet, Misa's touch always thrilled him and aroused him. He supposed that's what being in love with someone was like. Misa playfully brushed her knee against his aching erection, eliciting a low moan from him. He instinctively began to move his hips against her leg, yearning for the contact with his arousal. She responded by lowering herself onto him, straddling him. L ran his hands over her body appreciatively, from her waist to her breasts, and back down to her bottom and sex. He hoisted up the material of her dress and brought it over her head to remove it. She too fiddled with his jeans, unbuttoning them. L shimmied out of the remaining cumbersome clothing, relieved when his penis was freed from its confines. It was Misa's turn to ogle him, and she did.
She slid out of her panties and L made quick work of her bra, quickly assaulting her breasts with his mouth and tongue as they spilled out of her unclasped bra. He was painfully hard and practically begging Misa for release. She sensed his urgent need and positioned the slick folds of her sex right on the tip of his length. L groaned and grabbed her hips as she slowly slid down his shaft. Once completely submerged in her, L felt a tide of pleasure and relief wash over him and he savored every bit of it. She slid up and down his arousal, making it slick with her wetness. L writhed his hips, meeting her halfway each time as he thrust up into her, their moans and groans echoing through the room. She felt so good around him, it drove him mad.
Misa let out short feminine gasps each time he filled her. The feeling of him, the man she loved, inside her was pure ecstasy. She closed her eyes and felt herself becoming tighter and tighter, her legs getting shaky. Each time she came down on him hard, she felt the pleasure intensify. L could feel her getting closer as well and he increased their pace, holding Misa's hips tightly and bringing her sex down upon his with fervor. Misa's panting soon became louder and she started to cry out in a high-pitched choke as the spasms of her orgasm came upon her. L shoved himself into her with even more ardor, no longer holding himself back from climax. Misa held his face and kissed him fiercely as his orgasm took him, making him jerk under her, muffling his moan with her kiss. She felt him twitch inside her, spilling his substance in spurts. Finally she released him and he fell back onto the bed, panting and looking absolutely wild.
"I love you" She said breathlessly.
"I do too. I love you, Misa" He confessed, with a delirious smile.
They both looked at each other and smiled before sharing another kiss. She dismounted him to lay by his side and he helped her off of him. L sighed in contentment as he closed his eyes and let himself doze off, completely relaxed and free of the thoughts that plagued him before.
'Yes, it was a good decision to not go back to headquarters. This is so much better' L thought.
They napped for about an hour, after which they both showered together. It was a long shower since they could not stop themselves from fooling around under the spray of water. Once they finished and dried up, they indulged in one of L's favorite treats, and Misa's preferred crave item: Chocolate-covered strawberries. The two cuddled on the couch, watching a movie. Misa was nestled in between L's legs, propping the bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries on her lap happily.
Even though he was in the middle of resolving the most stressful case he's ever worked on, L had never been happier. He really felt like he could do anything with Misa by his side. He decided in that moment that if she was sentenced to death, he probably would run off with her and go into hiding. It wouldn't be convenient, but she'd be alive, and with him, like this.
Misa likewise was just as happy to be with L. She never imagined in a million years that she could be this happy with the strange detective. The only thing that put a damper on the moment was the fear of the trial lurked in the back of her mind. Also, another pressing matter was calling for attention. The baby. Things had been good between her and L ever since Light's capture but that's because neither had brought up the topic of their child. Well, L actually did tell her that he would be 'Ok' with being there for their child. That was a big step for him, she knew, but it was only a start. She would expect more from him as the due date drew nearer. Unfortunately they'd both been dodging the topic, and it was pressing on her mind. They could only avoid it for so long.
"L?" She said softly.
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow I have an appointment with Rita. It's to set the delivery date and find out the gender of our baby." She felt him tense up, but his face remained calm. "It would mean a lot if you came with me" She said nervously. There was a great deal riding on this for both of them now.
L rejecting this offer would spell disaster. As happy as she was with him now, Misa could not continue to be with him if he didn't accept their child. They were a packaged deal, and he could not have one without the other. L knew this. He was silent for a long moment and it was killing her. L had told himself that he would be a father to the child, for Misa's sake. But as much as he reaffirmed it, he still felt afraid, inadequate. In private, he'd read articles on parenting and the whole fatherhood notion was completely alien to him. He looked at Misa and saw that she was practically begging for him to agree to go.
"Alright. I will go." He relented.
A small panic spread through him as soon as the words escaped his lips. Setting a date for his impending fatherhood and finding out the gender of the baby signaled the end of life as he knew it. The baby would no longer be an 'it' but a 'he or a 'she.' A daughter or a son. His daughter or son. He was feeling queasy and ill-prepared. But he'd already given his word to Misa.
Misa squealed in delight, hugged him, and kissed him repeatedly. At that moment, she felt a huge wave of relief washing over her. Meanwhile L inwardly groaned as he half-listened to her go over the details of tomorrow's doctor visit.