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On the Run Again

As Light sat up blinking bleary eyes, he couldn't help but think – just how many times was this guy going to show up at his motel room? At least this time the assassin brought coffee instead of a baseball bat, but still. The situation was too surreal. Well, no, it passed surreal a long time ago. Now it was just nerve-wracking.

And where was L?

A sinking feeling made itself known in the pit of Light's stomach.

Three billion dollars . . .

Fuck.

"Mornin' Asian guy! You want some coffee?" asked Tank, waving a cup towards Light.

"Uh, no, not right now, thanks. Where's Ryuuzaki?" asked Light, his eyes darting around the room. Yes, all of L's things were missing. Although, Light's duffle bag still sat on the low dresser next to the TV. He could feel it – the panic – licking at the edges of his mind, but he kept it at bay. He needed his head about him.

"Ruuu -? Ohhhh! You mean Spike? Uhhhhh, damn, Asian guy, I hate to break it to ya, but dude took off reaaaal early this morning. Just threw his shit in that nice ass car and dipped. I, uhh, hope it wasn't one of those one night stand kind of things. Awkward as hell. I've had my fair share of those, let me tell ya. Remember that one time I told you I tried college? Yeah, totally did the walk of shame. I still had whipped cream and crap all over me. But, not like, real crap or anything. That's more Greg's sty- . . .Umm, yeah. Sorry, I get chatty when I'm nervous. My mother always told me it would get me in trouble one day," shrugged Tank, who had set the coffee on the table and made himself at home sitting in one of the small chairs.

"Right," said Light, his mind still stuck on the notion of L leaving him now, of all times. Something wasn't right, and his suspicions about Tank, planted by L, began rising ever higher as each second L wasn't there ticked by. Lawli wouldn't leave him. He just wouldn't.

"So why are you here?" asked Light, and then, once he had caught on to what Tank said, added, "And what the hell are you nervous about?"

Tank? Nervous? The thought did little to keep him calm, and Light had to take a small breath to focus himself. His mind was being pulled a hundred diferent ways, and they all led to the conclusion that L was in trouble – had to be in trouble - because L would never just leave. And if L was in trouble, then Light had to save him. Simple as that. Now he just needed to figure out how, and the first step to that was to keep Tank talking. He needed to know what was going on.

Tank sighed, bringing Light back from his thoughts. Tank, crossing his arms behind his head, looked up at the ceiling.

"Okay, well, first I thought that Spike kidnapped you, and I was all pissed off. But I kept remembering how close you two were, and I was like, nahh, Spike wouldn't hurt the Asian guy. So I figured I'd just check in on you two and make sure everything was gravy. But then I got a call from my real boss, and she said I had to bring you in for questioning – still don't know how she knew I knew you. Maybe she doesnt? Oh well, anyway, she said if anyone got in the way, I should get rid of 'em. And I thought that was kinda shitty, you know? I mean, damn, the only one who'd get in the way is Spike, and he's like your bff. That would be a totally fucked up thing for me to do to the guy who saved my life. So I figured I'd just, you know, knock the little man out or something, but then I get here and dude's, like, right in the middle of getting the hell outta dodge, so yeah, makes my job easier. Now I just gotta bring you to my boss, and that makes me nervous, because she's not as nice as I am – she's a bitch – and I like you! She does shitty things to people to make them talk! Not cool when it comes to my friends."

Light took a moment to let everything Tank just said sink in. It was hard to keep up with the man while he talked without pause or breath. He frowned.

There was no way in hell he was going to go with Tank. Not with L missing. Not when Tank had proven himself to have ulterior motives than merely being his friend. Real boss? What the hell was that all about? Who was this guy?

"Why were you ordered to bring me in for questioning? And by who? Who's your real boss? And what makes you think I'd go with you?" asked Light, his eyes flashing to the door, calculating the chances of making it out without Tank catching him. He took another look at Tank's bulky frame. Yep, wasn't looking too good for the home team. Damn it. Maybe he could knock the assassin out?

Tank hesitated, obviously searching for words.

Light groaned internally, once again sweeping his eyes up and down Tank's bulky frame and calculating the chances of Light getting past him. There was no way in hell he was going to get out of this one, was there? Not unless some miracle happened, and with his track record, he seriously doubted there was any miracle forth coming.

Tank sighed. "Man, fuck all this secrecy shit. Okay, look, I'm really part of the British secret service -"

"MI-5?" interrupted Light, his eyes widening. What the fuck? What did MI-5 want with him? And Tank was really a government agent? What?

"Yeah! How did you know? I thought you were foreign – oh, wait, your parents were in the service. Duh. I forgot about that."

"How do you know about my parents?" asked Light, suspicions rising even further. What the hell was going on here?

"Dude! One question at a time! Asian people are so curious! Geez! I know because Greg's my best friend, and because MI-5's been looking for Light Layfield for a loooong time. I just didn't put two and two together until my boss told me to bring you in, which was stupid of me. It's not like your name is John Smith or something. I don't know, man, apparently you have access to some shit that could possible blow up the world or something if evil people get it. Like I said, I don't know, I just do the grunt work and spy on old dick face, who's apparently the evil guy the blow up thingie was stolen from. Wait, that didn't sound right. But, well, I wouldn't put it past the nasty old geezer to have a blow up thingie hidden in his closet, but, ugh, I'll stop. Bad mental images."

Light's head spun, and he leaned forward, staring at Tank intently.

"Are you saying that you're an undercover MI-5 agent spying on Roger? And your boss thinks I have access to some sort of weapon that was stolen from Roger that could blow up the earth? So she wants you to bring me in to see if I know where the weapon is?" asked Light, trying to make sense of what Tank was saying, his confusion mounting.

Tank grinned. "Yeah! That sums it up in a nutshell! I knew you'd get what I'm saying! You're Asian!"

"But I don't know about any fucking weapon! I just want to go home!" yelled Light, his anger finally getting the best of him. However, his accidental admission shocked him into the realization that all he really wanted to do was go home. He didn't care about spies, or weapons, or Roger, or Death Notes, or his dead parents – he just wanted to go home. But first he had to find Lawli, because Light could never go home without L. There wouldn't be any point. The other man was his home.

Tank raised his hands, looking guilty. "Woah, Asian guy! Don't shoot the messenger! I'm just telling you what's up! I mean, I don't know that you've got some crazy ass weapon exactly. I'm just guessing because she made it sound like serious business, and weapons that'll blow up the earth are serious business."

"So what exactly am I supposed to have that she wants?" growled Light, clenching his fist.

Tank shrugged. "Something that was stolen from old dick face?"

"I don't have anything that was stolen from Roger. Everything I have is in that duffle bag by the TV. You're more than welcome to look through it," said Light, gesturing towards his duffle.

"Damn I'm not good at this. I usually just go in and knock people out. I'm shit at trying to explain things. Look, man, I'm liking this about as much as you are. Hell, you're practically family considering your Greg's nephew, but orders are orders, and I've been in enough trouble with that bitch that I can't afford to get into any more," said Tank, a sad look on his face.

"So that's it, then? You're just going to drag me to your boss to be, and I can only surmise from your ealier words, tortured for information on something that I don't even know about?" asked Light.

Tank looked pained. "Asian guy -"

"I don't make friends easily, Tank. I honestly felt like I had made one the day I met you. Obviously, I was wrong," said Light, looking away from the other man. Maybe if he got Tank to feel bad enough he'd let him go. Light had to stop himself from snorting. Ha. Like that would happen. He was so fucked.

"Ahhh, shit," said Tank, standing up abruptly and pulling out a gun.

Light threw himself over the side of the bed, his heart in his throat. Shit! Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Light squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't bare to look at Tank pointing a fucking gun at him. He hated guns, and now it looked like -

BANG!

Light flinched hard at the sound, and it took him a second to realize that the pained whimper wasn't coming from him, as he would have expected, but from someone on the other side of the room. Light peeked over the edge of the bed, his eyes widening in shock.

"Tank! What the hell did you just do?" yelled Light, stumbling to his feet and to the groaning man on the floor.

"Here," said Tank, shoving a blood covered gun into Light's hands. Light barely kept himself from dropping it.

"Tank -"

"I'll be f-fine, A-asian guy. It's just a . . . shoulder wound. Take the gun, and r-run. Get out of the country if you c-can. I'll tell that bitch that -" cough "-you shot me and g-got away."

"No one would believe that! And I just can't just leave you here!" shouted Light, at a loss.

"Yes you can! B-b-but, we're e-even now, 'kay A-asain guy? D-don't let me find you again. Take my c-car! Go! R-run, Asian guy! They'll be here any m-minute! Go!" coughed Tank, pointing at the door.

Light grabbed his duffle bag, and ran, taking one more horrified look at the man bleeding on the floor. He practically fell down the stairs to the ground floor, and it was only when he'd scrapped his toe on the rough concrete of the stairs did he realize he had forgotten his shoes, but it was only a passing thought and not important What mattered now was getting the hell out of there before whoever Tank mentioned was on the way arrived.

His eyes immediately zeroed in on Tank's car, having recognized it from when he first rode in it with L, and he was beyond relieved to find the door unlocked and the keys in the ignition. He threw his duffle bag into the backseat and slammed the car door. He turned the key, half expecting the car to sputter, but it started just fine, and Light wasted no time in pealing out of the motel parking lot.

Blueberries were God's gift to mankind. This loaded theory was confirmed somewhere around the second or third blueberry muffin that he'd eaten.

He flicked the windshield wipers on once it became hard to see out.

It was drizzling, but this was England. It was always either drizzling or all out pouring, but L paid no mind. He only thought about how nice it was to have this fifth – warm! - blueberry muffin in his hand. His toes wiggled appreciately against the peddle, making the car jump. He blinked, scolding himself for not paying enough attention to the road.

He hoped Light liked the chips he'd picked out for him. Who knew the grocery store had so many different kinds of barbeque chips to choose from?

As L pulled onto the street where the motel was, he narrowly avoided being side swiped by some lunatic that looked suspiciously like – wait. Was that?

The car that had almost slammed into him screeched to a stop, and L found himself stopping his car too.

Surely it wasn't -

He was so shocked when Light jumped out of the other car that the blueberry muffin he had been eating fell from his slack jawed mouth.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" screamed Light, as he ran to L's car, leaving the vehicle he had been driving running, car door wide open, in the middle of the road.

The brunet jerked on the door handle repeatedly.

"Goddamnit, Lawli! Open the fucking car!"

L, not needing to be told twice, pressed the unlock button. Light threw the door open, tossing his duffle into the back, and himself into the passenger's seat.

"Light? What -" started L, his eyes widening in concern once he realized that Light was covered in blood.

"Just drive! Get us the fuck out of here!" yelled Light.

L didn't need to be told twice, throwing the car into reverse, and screeching it around in the opposite direction of the motel.

"What happened to you? Are you alright? Do you require medical attention?" asked L, trying to study the blood covered Light and the road at the same time.

"Never mind what happened to me! What happened to you? Why the hell would you pack up your shit and leave me?"

"Did you not see the note?" asked L, confused, and still more than a little concerned at the amount of blood that was covering his friend.

"Wha- note?"

"Is that you're blood?"

"No! I didn't see a -"

"I left it on the bathroom counter."

"Why the hell would you leave it on the bathroom counter?"

"Because that's where Light-kun usually goes first thing in the morning. And he's stays there for quite some time, grooming himself. I figured it would be a safe bet," said L, giving Light a pointed look.

Light's mouth twitched, and L could tell that the other man was holding himself back from punching him. Good. Wouldn't go over well while L was trying to navigate the sudden, heavy traffic he'd found himself in.

"Where the hell -" started Light, sounding more than agitated.

"I went to pick up breakfast," said L, holding up a grocery bag filled with pasteries. "And I went ahead and packed the car. I knew by the time I returned, we would need to check out."

L pointed to the clock on the dashboard. "See? It's almost 10. That's when we needed to check out."

Light sighed explosively. "Goddamnit, L. What did you tell me last time I disappeared on you? You should have woken me up! Or taken me with you!"

L bristled. "I tried to wake you up, but Light-kun is a heavy sleeper. I assumed I'd be back before you awoke."

"Yeah, well look how well that plan turned out," said Light, pulling out a bloody gun from under his shirt and throwing it onto the floor board of the car.

L raised an eyebrow. "So why is Light-kun covered in blood and carrying a gun?"

"Huh, well, maybe you'd know if you had stuck around for the show!"

"You're being difficult on purpose," pointed out L, who took a particular sharp curve going faster than he should. Light's head slammed against the window.

"Seatbelt, Light-kun," murmurmed L.

"Fuck you, Lawli," growled Light, rubbing at the side of his head.

L didn't follow that particular insult up with a comeback, letting Light stew until he was ready to tell him what was going on. It didn't take long.

"Fucking Tank burst into the room this morning," started Light.

"Tank?" interrupted L, checking once again to see that the blood Light was covered in wasn't his own.

"Yeah, Tank. You were right to be suspicious of him, but he's not after you. He's an undercover MI-5 agent. He was sent by his boss at MI-5 to retrieve me for interrogation. More like torture, according to Tank."

L blinked. "That's -"

"And then the bastard took out his own gun and shot himself!" exclaimed Light.

"He's dead?" asked L, more than confused by what Light was telling him.

"No, at least, I hope not. The way he was talking bout it, he'll be fine. He told me we're even now, which I suppose we are, but I figured we were when he didn't kill me at Whammy's, but I guess that doesn't matter now. He gave me the gun and his car and told me to get out of the country because MI-5 would be at the motel at any minute, and when they found him, they'd start looking for me."

"What does MI-5 want with you?" asked L. He was obviously missing something. Did it have something to do with Light's biological parents?

"Apparently I have access to a weapon that will blow up the world," said Light, deadpanned.

L wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. He almost brought up the Death Note, but held his tongue. He knew how sensitive Light was to that subject.

"I don't fucking know, okay? Tank didn't know either – that's just what he guessed. The only thing I know for sure is that MI-5 has apparently been looking for me for a "loooong time," - here Light threw up the universal quotation fingers - "because I apparently have something of Roger's that was stolen from him years ago. I can only assume by my parents – why else would MI-5 think I have it? - but Tank didn't come out and say it, and -"

Light stopped.

L shot him quick glances between watching the road and the asshole who was tailgating him.

"And? . . . And what, Light?" asked L. Obviously Light had just come to some sort of realization, and L hated being in the dark about it. He made it a point not to be in the dark (figuratively and literally).

Light slammed his fist down on the armrest.

"That fucking piece of paper! That has to be it! Whatever's on that paper must somehow tell the location of the weapon. Or whatever the bloody thing is. Yeah, it makes sense. My biological father, who was in the MI-5, gave the paper to his brother, who gave it to me. And my mother, also in the MI-5, was the adopted daughter of Roger, so she was in the perfect position to steal whatever it was that she stole! And if that piece of paper wasn't important, then Greg wouldn't have hung on to it all these years. It makes sense!"

"It does make sense. However, I still do not see where I come into play in this conspiracy," said L, rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip.

"Yeah, I haven't figured that part out yet either," admitted Light, leaning back into his seat.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to reschedule our flight to Japan. We can't very well fly out of London next week if we must escape the country today," said L, biting around his thumb in thought.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Where are we going to go?" asked Light.

"I'm thinking Germany," said L.

"Germany?"

"You remember Aiber, don't you?" asked L.

Light nodded. "We're going to him?"

"He has a safe house in Germany, and he's one of the only people I'd trust with our safety until we can get out of Europe. Obviously the government is looking for you, whether because you're a murder suspect or you supposedly have knowledge of a secret weapon that may or may not have the power to blow up the world. Either way, there'll be a manhunt for you now, so contracting Aiber to aid us, who is most certainly not involved in the government in any legal ways, is our best option. I would suggest flying to Japan today, but -" L pulled out the numbered paper.

"There's a bank in Germany that we need to visit, which makes Aiber all the better choice," said L, handing the paper to Light.

Light's eyes roamed the paper. "You figured it out?"

"Between the second and third muffin. It's a very simple code. So simple that it took me quite a few hours to break it. I studied it for awhile after you had gone to bed, but I only figured it out this morning," said L.

"So what is it?" asked Light, turning the paper around, as if expecting the answer to jump out at him.

"It's -"

"Coordinates! Latitude and longitude! And . . . wait, you said a bank? An account number? Ah, here!"

Apparently it did jump out at him. L scowled. It had taken him ages, but he consoled himself with the fact that he figured it out first. One point to him.

"Correct. Along with what I can only assume is a four digit personal pin number for identification purposes."

"So we're going to Germany to check it out?" asked Light.

"And we're staying with Aiber once we get there," finished L.

Light sighed. "This is a huge mess."

"Yes, Light-kun. It is."

"So how are we going to get out of the country?" asked Light.

"Europe works a little differently than Japan. We'll take the train. We won't need passports, but you still have yours on you, right?" asked L.

"Yeah, it's in my duffle," confirmed Light.

"Good. Then I only need Aiber to make one fake passport."

"But how did you get – oh. Private plane. I forgot," said Light, rolling his eyes.

"I'll introduce you to the pleasures of private air transport. You'll never be able to fly public again," promised L.

"Sure, sure," agreed Light, putting his seat down. "I'm exhausted."

"I'll wake you when we get to the station, if you care to sleep" said L, his eyes spending more time than necessary on Light's lithe form.

"Feel free to change clothes at anytime, Light-kun."

". . .Ass."

"Hmm."

It was at this moment that L noticed in his review mirror that the man who had been tailgating them for several miles was aiming a gun out of his window.

A/N: Ahh, the plot thickens - again. Squee! OMG! I had another "Ohhh shit that would be sooooo fucked up" moment. And it's bad. Like, anybody remember the last time I had that moment? I killed Light! BWAHAHAHA! OMG I'm so excited. I can't waaaaait. Actually, I have one really big OMG that's so fucked up moment, and then a minor one coming along laaater! Oh, wait, make that 1 big one, a minor one, then another big one! OHH WOW I'M SO EXCITED!

Happy Holidays! I hope I'll have another one up before I leave (yay east tn!), but if I don't, I'll see ya'll later! Feel free to say something! XD

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