(I don't own Death Note)
I wrote this for soundofmadness223 for christmas, because I love her. It took me like three tries to print it out, because my printer is retarded, but it was totally worth it. :)
this chapter is a little short. sorry about that.
~Near Perfect~
He didn't realize I was there at first, as I watched him playing with his stupid building blocks. Pathetic, to be playing with those at this age... but then everything about him was pathetic. And yet, MY L still liked HIM better. Him, of all people. Him, and not me. Noticed him. Never noticed me. Not any more, not since he had washed his hands of me years before. I hated that little brat, and he knew it. That was why, when he finally noticed me, his eyes held fear.
"Um... hello," he greeted me tentatively. "What do you want?" I just stared at him, not answering his question. I moved forward slowly, then slammed my hands on the desk. He flinched, moving away slightly. He didn't know how to react... "What are you doing, Beyond?" What was I doing? Fuck if I knew. All I knew was that this-this punk was all that stood in between me and my L. He was the favorite; he was another "Plan A." I was just fucking "Backup!" yeah. Backup. That's all I ever meant to my L. Well, guess what. I was sick of being Backup. I would make L notice me! Watched as Near- yeah, Near. You know why? Because he's "Near" perfect. As in "Near" L. So he isn't perfect, and he isn't L. Just near. But I watched him tremble in front of me, and suddenly I knew that I could use him to get L's attention. Couldn't hurt him; he made my L happy, and I would do nothing to make him unhappy. I leaned forward, feeling a little smug as the brat tried to flinch away from my touch.
"You're very... very pretty. Almost as pretty as L..." He blushed as I stroked his cheek. "You look like him, you know. But not quite close enough." He stared at me in confusion. "He used to be mine, you know? Or he would have been, if you hadn't come in, and made him love YOU. He'd much rather be with you than even consider me. He's refused to see me, you know. Ever since I saved his fucking life, since I've been back here, I haven't seen him once. Do you know the last time I saw him? It was.... years ago. God, why won't he fucking meet with him?!" The brat whimpered, and I looked down. I threw my hands up, recoiling, when I realized that I had seized his hair tightly in my hands.
"Sorry. That was not intentional... I mean I didn't actually mean to do that."
"Beyond, I think you're a little confused... L and I aren't actually- I mean- uh-" I was astounded. This was the first time I had ever heard the brat sound unsure of his words. "We're not actually together. We don't have anything going on... um.... romantically."
"Then why does he only pay attention to you? Why won't he even look at me?!" Then, for no reason, I kissed the boy. He stiffened up, struggling in my grip. A moment later, I pushed him away from me. "I need you to get L to meet with me."
"I can't do that! You know he won't meet with you. Not since... I mean... um..." Haha! It was so great, making this little punk feel uncomfortable. He deserved it, you know.
"I didn't do anything to make him hate me..."
"I believe that murder might make him hate you..." WHAT?! How dare he say that.
"I did it for HIM! It was not murder. It had to be done. Trust me, the world is so much better off without that stupid Believe Bridesmaid... I'd watched him. For days. Okay? I couldn't have killed him if it hadn't been his time. No, no. It doesn't work like that! You can prevent deaths, or postpone them, but you can't rush them. You know what? His date matched my L's date. I knew his habits, and I knew how he would die. Every day, he got drunk out of his fucking mind. He drove home from the bar. Same time, every day. Same time he and L were supposed to die. Doesn't take a genius to realize that somehow, he would be responsible for my L's death. So I drugged him instead. If he can't drive, and can't get anywhere near L, he can't hurt him. Do you understand?" He stared at me blankly. That blank look of his pissed me off so much... "Do you fucking understand me?!" I slammed him into the wall, my fingers digging into the pale skin of his wrists. He whimpered slightly, nodding. "Good. So you're going to talk to him, aren't you?" I whispered to him, my lips brushing his ear ever-so-softly. He nodded more frantically this time, whimpering again when I pressed my lips against the base of his neck.
"Yes, I'll talk to him," He snapped. "Now let go of me."
"Oh, no. Not yet." I wanted L to see how serious I was. The only way to get his attention, completely and fully, was through this runt.
"W-What are you doing?" I smiled, pleased at the terrified look on this face, usually so devoid of emotion. I didn't answer him. After all, I didn't owe him anything, least of all an answer. I got no answers, so why should he? I bit down lightly on his neck, but he started struggling, and I couldn't help myself as I bit harder. I really never meant to break the skin, I swear, but when he started fighting, trying to escape from me, I just sort of... lost it. By the time I realized what was going on, he was sobbing softly, and the metallic taste of blood was in my mouth. It was good, but then I realized that Near was bleeding from the neck. Not badly, fortunately, but it looked gruesome enough. Shit, shit, shit. Now L would hate me! I'd hurt his precious little Near.
"God! I- Um, sorry. I didn't mean that... let me help you?" I reached for him, meaning to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound, but he shook his head, shoving me away from him. Fine then, if he didn't want my help, then I didn't want to fucking help him! "You're so pathetic!" I hissed at him as I stalked out of the room. At least this way, L wouldn't dare to ignore me; not any more, anyway.
A/N: so there it is. I know he's a little OOC in parts, but that's okay. he's unpredictable like that. heh.
Reviews would be wonderful! I love you all!
~alex~
