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Ryuk laughed as Light hurled over the toilet again, as he had been for the last few weeks. The young wannabe God thought this was some stomach virus that wouldn't go away, and his parents were starting to worry he had somehow developed bulimia, but Ryuk knew better.
When Light got a moment's relief, he glared darkly at Ryuk, "What's so funny? Is the aspect of me being sick amusing to you? If this gets any worse, my parents are going to get the wrong idea, and next thing you know, I won't be able to get your apples. So unless you can give me insight into what's going on, stop fucking laughing!"
Both Light and Ryuk were surprised by the cursing. Light never swore in anger, unless it was directed at L when nobody except Ryuk was around.
Ryuk had suggested a distinct possibility since Light had started developing these symptoms seven weeks ago—and Light had been panicking because nausea left it hard to focus on his battle with L, even though it was going fine.
"You know, Light, I do know what's going on with you, but you refuse to accept it. For every person you kill, one egg appears inside you. For a woman, this would make no difference, but for you, since you carry both, this was bound to happen."
"Ryuk, I'm not falling for it. Bring that up one more time and no apples for a month—no, a year!"
"Man, hormones are making you harsher than usual," Ryuk muttered under his breath, already seeing a slight bump forming on Light, which was brushed off regularly. How many were Light carrying, the Shinigami wondered because while Light had the eggs, Ryuk highly doubted more than a maximum of six were fertilized. Even then, six was a high and rare number—if it wasn't, there would be a whole lot more Shinigami. But then again, Light had also killed an abnormally high number of people, so there could be six Human-Shinigami on the way.
This was going to be very interesting. Hybrids were the only form of life that Shinigami were allowed to protect, the same with their carriers, so this meant Ryuk actually had to protect Light. He wasn't too worried about that, though, since Light was doing a pretty good job of doing this himself. And Ryuk didn't want to protect Light, because that would mean getting rid of L, and therefore no fun to be had in watching this unfold. Fortunately, he was under no obligation to tell Light that he now had a guardian angel of the sort for the next seven-ish months.
The only bright side he could see for being Light's protector was that, even if Light renounced the notebook in an attempt at abortion, that wouldn't work, and Ryuk didn't need to return to the Shinigami realm.
It was funny, watching Light try to deny what was so clearly true. Misa had seen Light once and seemed to have realized what had happened. Though that might also be because her Shinigami eyes would allow her to see the extra lifespans Light had within if they had a heartbeat at this point. Ryuk knew conception had happened in the last eight weeks because there was no visible lifespan for the babies—even if it wasn't six, with how apparent the baby bump was already, there was no way it was one.
Another reason he laughed every time Light hurled over the toilet was that there was no way that Light was ready for the responsibility of a child, especially when it comes to the idea of putting something over his goal. If Ryuk was honest, when Light finally realized what was right in front of him, he would likely see the babies as resources instead of his children.
Though, Light made a better Shinigami than most Ryuk knew, so that was one way to train them without separating them from their "mother" at a young age.
He watched Light look down at the bump, before hiding it under baggier clothing than he usually wore.
"Come on, Ryuk. We need to talk to Rem about saving Misa. I have a plan." He then went to leave, and Ryuk followed begrudgingly but was curious as to what Light's plan was.
Turns out, it was to lose the notebook. Wow, no-memories Light was in for a nasty surprise when someone would inevitably throw him in for a doctor's appointment.
Just before Rem left, Light ran to hurl in a bush, and Ryuk looked to Rem.
"It happened, Rem."
"Yes, I can see that." Rem replied, "I assume that since Light Yagami's plan involves him losing his memories, he is unaware of this?"
"I tried telling him, but he won't listen." They watched Light for a moment, as he wiped his mouth and wasn't listening to them, probably trying to convince himself that his Shinigami was an idiot and was getting him worked up for "nothing."
Ryuk looked to Rem, "How many do you think it will be? I can tell it's more than one, but I don't think it's six either. Well, Light-o's killed so many that he may set a new record."
Rem turned to him, "If it was that many, Light Yagami would have realized by now what was happening. I agree it will be more than one."
"Wanna make a bet? Winner keeps one of the kids since Light is obviously not going to want them."
"I have no interest in Light Yagami's children since they are your responsibility, but I will predict three."
"I'll go with four." Ryuk laughed a little as Light went back to paying attention to them,
"Ryuk, you better not be telling Rem your nonsense. Rem, is what Ryuk is saying about eggs per kill true?"
"Yes," Rem replied, which had Light's eyes widening and a look of sheer horror on his face, but he softened at the next bit, "But unless your body adapted to handle it, I doubt this is the case." Both Ryuk and Rem knew Light's body did adapt to handle it, just not as visibly as Light was probably thinking right now in the severe denial he suffered from.
Ryuk supposed Rem hadn't told Light the truth about that because then he might start rethinking the plan of giving up his memories and saving Misa.
Well, this is going to be interesting.
OoOoO
L watched Light through the cameras, showing where he was locked up. The first week, things had been smooth—no new killings and Light was doing fine other than occasional throwing up and a constant need to use the restroom.
But then something changed at the one-week mark. Light just... changed. His eyes grew wide and terrified and—here's the best part:
Light had cried for three. Days. Straight.
Now, this in itself wasn't the unbearably annoying thing to L—after all, it made sense that Light would be upset, seeing as there were no new killings, and it had looked like he would be executed soon, so maybe this was him feeling guilty for all those lives taken.
No, it wasn't that which had L questioning his life choices. It was the fact Matsuda had started crying alongside Light, so L had to listen to the ugly crying and the tissues everywhere, and it was getting hard to hear himself think.
"I'm a sympathetic cryer!" Matsuda had screamed, "Don't judge me, Ryuzaki!"
He took another long sip of coffee as another wail came from Matsuda. This was day three of the crying, with Light's only breaks being sleep, bathroom, and vomiting. Honestly, Light's tear ducts were actually impressive.
Watari had suggested taking Light to a doctor to look for a hormone imbalance, especially when L realized the last ten days had had Light's stomach slightly bigger even as the rest of him got thinner. It might be a tumor...
He shook himself. He could just be thinking Light's stomach was bigger since his clothes were getting baggier. They'd have to see how this progressed.
OoOoO
L looked down at Light's unconscious form.
It had been fifty days since Light was confined, and something was clearly up, and Light had seemed to know it too. Watari had taken Light's blood about five days ago to send it to a lab to look for literally anything. L was waiting for the results, but for right now, he had decided to execute a plan—a mock execution.
Things had gone well, and he had gotten a better look at Light's stomach through the camera. He had also seen Light's emotions go from despair to pissed.
Never had L heard such profanity from anyone, nor the amount of fighting. Light had looked ready to bite his father's head off and essentially disowned him as a parent. And since he hadn't been able to bite any heads, he had settled with dodging the gun and biting his father's wrist so hard that Aizawa was currently in the middle of bandaging the chief's moderately bleeding wrist, and that was going to leave a scar.
After that bite, Soichiro had pinned Light down to shoot him, only for the fire to leave his eyes, and he swooned.
Nobody knew what to make of this, because that was nothing like how Light usually behaved. But Soichiro hadn't died of a heart attack, even if he would have been killed if Light had adjusted his bite to slightly closer to the artery. There was no denying with how close and hard that clamping down was, Light was going for the kill, like a lioness, only with less fur.
Yes, that could have been self-defense, but there had been a murderous rage in Light's eyes beforehand. Hormone imbalance would explain why he went from zero to a hundred in less than a second upon hearing his father supposedly trusted L over his own son. No pleading for his life, it was either murder or fainting, and there was no in-between.
If that was what Light did in a life-or-death situation, that explained a lot about him.
They all silently watched Light breathe and observed his rounded stomach. If L didn't know better, he would be congratulating Mr. Yagami for a grandchild. All the symptoms lined up.
Soichiro also seemed shocked by how angry Light had become. But none of them had seen Light's fight or flight before. It was possible his response was to fight like holy hell, and biting had been the only thing he could do in that position at the time. Or maybe he was just reasonably pissed. Really, as much as L hated to admit it, Light going murderous on his own father meant absolutely nothing to the case, because no heart attacks had happened, and none of them knew how Light would have reacted before Kira came along.
Watari came in, finally giving L something to do besides fighting the urge to poke Light's stomach and see if he could feel anything moving. It really did look like he was pregnant.
"Ryuzaki, the blood work came in, and they are quite surprising."
L took the file from Watari, thanking him quietly. His eyes widened considerably when he saw what the results said.
"I didn't think this was possible," he looked up to the task force, glad they had Misa locked in a different room since he doubted she would be happy to hear this, "Light-Kun, it seems, is actually pregnant."