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You can tickle any MALE character listed. Keep in mind YOU tickle THEM, and this is males only. You can tickle them as another character, male or female.- Light
- L
- Near
- Mello
- Matt
- Matsuda
- Mikami
- Aizawa
- Mogi
- Raye
Have fun!
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Matsuda nodded. "Yeah, that would be great...and you wouldn't tell anyone...right Light?" Matsuda asked slowly.
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Light was so handsome and boyish that it was almost charming when he shrugged and smiled with ill intent. His hand walked on two fingers, meandering toward Matsuda's feet.
"Well, we're professionals, aren't we, Matsuda? Professionals don't merely grant favors. Not for free, anyway. Normally, it'd be my duty to inform our teammates of any and all relevant information."
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"B-But it's not relevant! They don't need to know!" Matsuda's heart rate quickened. Surely Light wouldn't tell them. No, he wouldn't...would he? "Come on Light, just lehehet me go!" A few giggles slipped out as Light's fingers drew closer.
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Light's delicate fingers touched down on his heel like a threat, though they didn't move, gently resting to make Matsuda aware of their presence.
"My, you're awfully nervous. More than usual. Are you that afraid of being tickled, Matsuda?"
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"LIGHT! Hehehe! Cut it out! I just don't like being tickled, okay?" Matsuda squirmed, trying to jerk his foot away.
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Light's grip on his ankle was firm however, keeping Matsuda anchored to the table. Tortuously, he didn't tickle him quite yet, his fingers poised and still on Matsuda's heel.
"Yes, haha, I can see that. I'd never do something you wouldn't want. However, between friends, I do have to ask for a favor, in return for being lenient. You understand."
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Matsuda jumped at the chance to get out of this. "S-Sure! Of course! What is it?"
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"I'll be blunt. I'd like you to give me full access to the KIRA files. And, in the future, to tell me anything the others have kept from me about the case. If I'm to be a productive member of this team, I can't be treated like a child and left in the dark forever. That doesn't sound too bad, does it? I'm sure my father will never know."
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Matsuda bit his lip. "Sorry Light, I can't do that...it's confidential."
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Light nearly followed suit. So close.
"Well. I can understand that. You have a loyalty to my father, I know. Less so than to me, in any case. But I promise you with all my heart, I only have the safety of this team in my heart when I ask for your help."
And with that, Light's nails skittered over the bottoms of Matsuda's feet, for two tantalizing moments.
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"LIIIIIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHGHT!" Matsuda squeaked, squirming and trying to jerk his feet away. The young task force member curled his toes.
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Just as quickly as he'd started, Light stopped tickling. Matsuda's reaction was amazing. He'd barely touched him. Light felt like he needed to take a breath just watching. He'd always relished having power at his fingertips, but he'd never felt it quite so literally.
"Haha, wow. Matsuda. That's unbelievable. You really are ticklish. Are you all right?
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Matusda's cheeks flared with an embarrassed blush. "Yehes....can you let me go now?"
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He knew at this point he should stop. Before this point, actually. If he were ever caught humiliating his senior like this... Β But the flush in his Β Matsuda's cheeks, not to mention the tease of that laugh, only encouraged Light to tighten his grip on Matsuda's ankle.
"Unfortunately, no, I'm sorry. You haven't given in to my demands. That's how an interrogation works, Matsuda. You know that. Do you think you'll yield, yet?"
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"I told you, I can't Light! Just let me go...please?" Matsuda tried appealing to his coworker. He couldn't believe Light could be so brutal with something like this.
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And in response to his plea, Light couldn't help but laugh.
"No need to be so dramatic. We're only playing, Matsuda. Right?"
Without warning his fingers once again spidered across Matsuda's sole, grazing the skin with his nails.
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"EEEEEEHAHAAHAHAHA!" Matsuda giggled and laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "STAHAHAHAHHAP!" He squirmed and pull on his ankle, a giant grin plastering his face.
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Light couldn't help but snicker to himself as he watched Matsuda, an odd, even snicker that arose unwilled from the back of his throat. It was exciting, getting the upper hand on his colleague like this. FUN, even. He let his fingertips skitter in circles around Matsuda's instep experimentally.
"Stop? But why? You look so happy, Matsuda. It suits you. You look like you're having fun."
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"I'M NAHAHAHAHAT! I'M NAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Matsuda shrieked as more bubbly giggles forced their way up.
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His dexterous fingers began to dance their way up Matsuda's foot, looping underneath his toes.
"Well, you could have fooled me. If that's the case though, you really should give in and help me. It's the right thing to do."
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"NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!" Matsuda said through hysterical giggling.
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Now Light's finger looped in silly circles down the soft parts of his foot, giving him a little respite but never ceasing the tickling.
"Is that so? Why can't you?"
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"ITS CONFIDENTIALEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO!" Matsuda laughed harder.
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" 'No?' 'No,' what, Matsuda? I didn't ask you a question where that'd be an appropriate answer, haha. Are you still in your right mind?
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"THAT IS NAHAHAHAHAHAT WHAHAHAHAT I MEANT!" Matsuda's laughter becomes a bit more high pitched and hiccupy.
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Light was elated with the discovery of another tier to Matsuda's laughing, but he also didn't want to break the poor man. Not without getting a satisfactory answer. After a few more seconds, he took his hand away, watching Matsuda coolly.
"Wow. The junior detective, letting a recent highschool graduate tickle him senseless. I'm not sure whether to be in awe of your resilience or touched by your apparent fondness for me. Color be impressed, Matsuda."
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Matsuda panted, his face flushed from laughter. "I'd behehe making a break for inhit if my ankles were frehehee!"
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Light glanced down at his hand on Matsuda's ankle, shrugging and presenting an innocent smile.
"Free? It's only me, Matsuda. I'm sure you could break a university freshman's grip, and an untrained one. You can't possibly be as helpless as all that. Are you?"
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Oh God, either way he was screwed. Matsuda tried to pull his ankles back again.
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And this time, it worked! Light watched Matsuda pull his feet off the table with a ghost of a smile, nodding amicably.
"See? You're free. No need to panic, Matsuda. You're always so dramatic."
Except, with a little more scooting to the end of his chair, Light proved himself disingenuous once more. Between himself, the couch, and the coffee table, Matsuda WAS Β trapped, only on the couch this time with no where to go. Light smiled, happy to watch Matsuda squirm.
"You're looking a little red in the face, there. Are you sure I can't get you a water?"
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Matsuda looked away in embarrasement, shifting in hopes to get his feet under him.
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Light saw his attempts to hide straight away. He knew he should let Matsuda go, that it had gone a little too far perhaps, but something about it felt much better to engage. Perhaps it was the thrill of having his coworker at his mercy, however shallow the stakes might be.
Before Matsuda could tuck his legs under him, Light grabbed one bare foot, holding it almost tenderly, not unseating him but just holding it to make sure he couldn't hide it away.
"Are you embarrassed, Matsuda? What for?"
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Matsuda gssped and jerked. "N-No reason!" He tried to pull his ankle back again, he was at such an old angle it would bf impossible."
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Predictably, it was easy to prevent Matsuda from pulling his foot back, and Light didn't let him. He merely held it there, his thumb brushing the bare skin on the side of his foot, almost teasing.
"Are you that ashamed of your feet? I assure you, they're quite normal. Aesthetically sound, even. It wouldn't be a stretch to imagine the girls on my swimming team fawning over you."
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Matsuda's face turned red as he tried to hide it. "Liiiiight...." He whined. He gasped and jerked his foot at the light brushing.
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His eyebrows raised, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the reaction. He pulled Matsuda's foot off the couch and held it in the air, still very close to the couch so Matsuda might still feel somewhat in control. Once freely accessible, Light held the foot in both hands, stroking it gently with his thumbs.
"Are you embarrassed that they're so sensitive? I thought that was supposed to be a benefit. A good detective should be in touch with the world, don't you think? That must be L's philosophy, come to think of it."
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"EEEEEEE! Light, stahahahahahahapeeeehehehe!" Matsuda squeaked adorably, jerking his foot back the best he could.
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After a moment, Light was forced to let Matsuda's foot go, though perhaps he was dumbfounded enough to relinquish it going by the slight blush on his cheeks.
"You're really laughing so much from me grabbing your foot? I see why you're embarrassed, Matsuda, but to be honest, it's not an unbecoming quality. Endearing, almost."
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Matsuda rubbed his foot to get rid of the remaining sensations. "It's embarrassing though."
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Almost instinctively, Light moved from the chair to the couch to sit with Matsuda, something like genuine intrigue about him.
"Really? Why?"
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Matsuda awkwardly scooted away. "I just.... don't like my laugh is all."
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Light didn't follow, too taken aback by his declaration.
"Your laugh? What's wrong with it? It's melodious, if that's not out of place for me to say."
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Matsuda looked down. "It's si loud though. And high pitched."
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"I believe that's what they call 'boyish.' Again, it suits you. You could call it attractive. Don't get insecure on me now, Matsuda."
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Matsuda chuckled. "If Misa-Misa heard you say anything about me was attractive, she would have us both hung." He joked.
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Light rested an elbow against the couch back, leveling a cool, calculating gaze his way.
"I don't want to hear about Misa-Misa. I can make objective observations, can't I? Or will you arrest me for it?"
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"I personally can't arrest you." Matsuda said, leaning back and closing his eyes. He propped his feet back up on the table.
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Light nearly did a double-take when he saw Matsuda reveal his feet again, and in an extraordinarily relaxed way. He watched him carefully, wary of Matsuda letting his guard down.
"Oh? Why not?"
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"I'm not trained to do that. Heck, I act more like a secretary most of the time than a cop." Matsuda joked, referencing all the times he had to run errands for L and the other task force members, such as getting coffee.
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"That's true. The others don't respect you. Not like I do, of course."
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