A/N: Enjoy Light Without The Dark! We back! I had real life things to attend to with the new year. Happy 2019 ya'll!

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Rin never once considered herself the kind of girl who would 'put out'. She wasn't, the very idea made her gag. So, why was it so different with Light? Why did she want to prance around in nothing but her underwear just to see what he would do about it?

It was so stupid!

She couldn't help herself though.

Looking up highly embarrassing content on her laptop, when Light left her for a while to take a shower, was done with as much discretion as possible. The browser she used purportedly to be as secretive as anyone could get; it didn't save passwords, history or searches of any kind.

Learning more about how to 'pleasure' her boyfriend? How to make him hard for her? She never wanted anyone to know she'd tried to find out. In the end, it sounded simple. Men were very visual creatures. If she could keep herself fit she'd be basically okay, but there was more to it. Things she had no idea of.

She wasn't ready for all of it, suspected neither of them was, and settled for something less daunting, though still nerve-wracking. The fear that her parents would come home was off the charts, yet she comforted herself with the knowledge that she would hear them before they got inside. She had clothes laid out, just in case.

All available precautions taken, she now sat on the floor, knees splayed, in a pair of ruffled panties. Her hair was left down and one arm partially covered her breasts. She'd thought of using a ribbon, but that seemed excessive.

The water was off.

Deep breath.

It wasn't that she feared his reaction, Light was clearly as excited by her as she was by him, but it was still difficult to get used to. The thought of it. It wasn't easy to accept her own demanding desires either.

How could she be so... horny?

Teenage hormones finally set in and she didn't know what to do with them all.

Yet he was too and there was no doubting it as he walked out of the bathroom, shirtless, wearing sweatpants with a towel around his neck. He was still drying his hair but stopped dead when he saw her.

"Rin." Stunned.

"I feel like this is too much," a confession. "But, I just want you all the time!" Breathless, looking up to him. "And I want you to want me, too..." She bit her lip. "So, do you?"

There could only be one answer and it saw him on his knees before her as he took her face his hands. "All the time."

Her smile was beautiful as she leaned up to kiss him. Their earlier escapade, within the living room, didn't go as far as other moments. Heavy petting was involved, but neither could shake the idea of her parents being in that room later.

She was plastered against him now, felt the full of his length press against her stomach as he maneuvered her nearer and she gently rubbed her center against him. Mouths open, tongues caressing, his hands on her back and hers in his hair.

It was so easy to love Light, to moan his name as she broke away and moved to try sucking on his earlobe. It worked. She licked the shell of his ear, teased with her teeth, before pulling away slightly to see what he thought of it.

His eyes were pitch black.

"Light," she said. "Be, could you, I mean," she glanced away and then back again. "Be a little rough with me?"

She was on her back in a moment and he dragged her toward him as she gasped.

"Rough?"

She nodded.

He took a fistfull of hair, carefully, and said, "Tell me when it's enough." He pulled lightly, harder and harder until she closed her eyes and flushed. Both hands came up to his and she held his wrist, made him yank and then cried out, but not in pain. "I didn't know you'd like that kind of thing." But it was interesting. "What else will you like?" It was more rhetorical, something they could only learn with time, and he whispered the question as he leaned down to bite her lower lip.

He recalled their first tryst, spanking her and the way she had to bite the pillow to keep quiet. Apparently, Rin was a little bit of a masochist.

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It was surprisingly easy to pretend nothing happened and she hoped her parents didn't suspect a thing. As far as Rin could tell, they didn't give anything away and neither parent appeared concerned. Then again, they might just be good at hiding it, but she chose to believe they had no idea.

Regardless, they had other things to do.

"We're putting up the tree! The order is in for the KFC, has been for weeks actually, and an order for a cake."

She'd almost forgotten all about Christmas.

"And today was the emperor's birthday, it's too bad you couldn't visit the Imperial Palace Rin, you always seem to miss it."

That was true, she'd not been since she got to high school even though it was one of the things she most looked forward to.

"But, tomorrow, you can Light can take a romantic Christmas Eve wal-"

"Dad!"

He was so embarrassing and she didn't understand why he was so set on pushing them together. Weren't dad's supposed to be the ones standing in the way of any relationships? And why was her mother so silent and staring?

If anyone had suspicions, it was her.

"You two will go to get the food on the 25th."

"In the snow?!"

She'd seen the reports. A bit of a storm was headed their way; not predicted to be awful, but still. Why walk when they had a car?

Light took in the scene as Rin argued with her father. It was a very different dynamic than his own family; he wouldn't dream of attempting that type of banter with his own parents. He supposed his household was more traditional in that respect.

It was interesting, to witness her argument. He wondered what kind of family they might have one day and quickly put the thought aside. As deep as they dove, as fast as it happened, there were some things that were not on the table, not yet, and he didn't want to rush through everything. He wanted to take time to be with, and to get to know, Rin.

Loving her was easy, knowing her would take more effort and he was willing to expand the will power to make it happen. It was baffling, yet with Rin's possible insight into the workings of the Death Note, it made more sense. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Not exactly logical, but what was anymore?

What was logical about a notebook that could kill anyone whose name was written within? A weapon of mass destruction dropped to earth by one who'd used it before, now a shinigami. Living on in a realm of dust and gambling. They may well not recall the truth of their origins, considering the way 'Ryuk' said, "Watching you humans...". He, It, didn't identify with humanity.

Again, it made a certain kind of sense. The person who would use the Death Note would be less than human, wouldn't they? It wasn't like killing in self-defense. This was premeditated, from a distance, and the target had no possible way of avoiding death. Absolute murder.

Yet he was sitting in such a normal place. His life was normal. Even if he and Rin eloped in the middle of a cold winter's night it would still be more acceptable than the existence of the Death Note. Not that anyone else would know and he hoped this secret remained hidden forever. He couldn't begin to imagine the world with that knowledge freely available.

'Kira'. At this point, the world was reacting to the killer. People were being more careful with their behavior, he'd noted it within his classroom on the small scale and worldwide violent crime rates had dropped. It wasn't surprising.

They didn't know the truth. To anyone else 'Kira' appeared godlike; an omnipresent officiator of justice. No one mourned murderers or rapists.

How long would it be before the new god went totally insane with power?

―

Gotou Akira was reasonably confident he would never be caught. In fact, he thought the police would soon give up the case. Why pursue it when crime rates were plummeting? When there was no evidence one way or the other? It was a waste of resources and the public would be on his side. On Kira's side. They'd call for more.

Justice. He'd never had justice before he took it into his own hands. There were too many stories like his own, some far worse. What ever truly happened to those responsible? Nothing much.

So he wouldn't go to Heaven and Hell would reject him, too. At least those fuckers, who messed with the lives of others, would be headed off on their express passes to fiery pits. Whatever happened to him didn't matter.

At first, he was shocked, terrified. Horrified. He didn't think it would work, of course. It couldn't. That was impossible. But his tormentors were dead, one by one they fell, and it was accomplished with the stroke of a pen. A teacher who stood aside, turned his head even though he knew of the bullying, was gone, too. The world was a better place without do nothings and no gooders.

Everyone saw it. They knew it.

The shinigami Ryuk nearly killed him with his, it's, appearance. So suddenly there in the night. Yet, he was still alive and Ryuk had no intention of stopping him.

"I dropped it because I was bored."

Whatever. That didn't matter to Akira, he still believed it was fate. Why else was he the one to pick it up? It could have been anyone, but it was him. Who else would have been desperate enough to try it out? Who else would keep going after it worked? He doubted there was another person on the planet brave enough.

He'd never been brave before that day.

His own father would die at work in a few hours. Finally, that abuse would end and they'd get his pension. No one knew what kind of man he really was. A professor in high standing, his students had nothing bad to say about him. No one knew he was a drunk, that he took any and all stress out on his family at home. A house of lies.

One more lie gone, by the stroke of a pen. A heart attack removing a further blight from the earth.

Akria wondered if anyone would question it, decided they wouldn't and that was fine. It didn't matter. Let them mourn the fucker. His family would know the truth about the man, that he deserved death and whatever awaited him in Hell.

Part of him wanted to tell the world all about Gotou Haruto's true face, but that would shame them all. To think they'd lived with it so quietly, that his mother wore makeup to hide bruises. The public might have sympathy, but the opposite reaction was possible and Akira didn't want to risk it. It didn't matter. As long as Haruto was dead and gone he would pretend to be a grieving son, his mother would pretend to be a grieving wife, and his sister might start coming home to visit again.

She'd married to run away and Akira didn't know what kind of man he was, but if he got wind of any level of abuse he'd take that guy out too.

He would deliver justice until the day he died.

―

"-ead today was the man accused of killing Amane Misa's family..."

She'd watched the clip a hundred times, still couldn't believe it was real. Was the murder truly gone? Forever?

Rem said he was. She'd gone to check and came back with proof. Misa didn't believe Rem would ever lie to her anyway.

Still, to think he got what he deserved, finally, after that horrific miscarriage of justice that was the trial. How was she supposed to feel? Her family was gone, but at least her parents were in Heaven. She was sure of it. They were the best people.

The murder was burning in Hell.

Kira did that.

She would have done it herself, but she hadn't had the Death Note yet. The story Rem told her, about the shinigami who loved her, was heartrending. Truly, truly. He must have been good. He must have gone somewhere better after that.

Now she had a notebook of her own and she was going to find Kira and help him. There were other people like her out there, left all alone and the ones who ruined lives roamed free. They had to die, too. Kira knew that.

Misa would find Kira and she already had a plan. She'd spent the last several hours thinking of it and felt sure it was foolproof. She would send out tapes, careful of leaving fingerprints behind, and call him out. But, there was one thing she needed to do first.

"Rem?"

"Yes, Misa?"

Rem was good, too. She could tell.

"I want to make the eye deal."