Shadows on a Cave Wall
Death Note / Saw crossover
I don't have rights to either or make profit off of this, if you payed to read this you got scammed.
When Beyond Birthday woke up, he found himself laying on a cold hard surface with a splitting headache. He was fairly certain he hadn't deliberately fallen asleep in such wretched circumstances, so he had to assume he was either here by accident or that he had been brought here while he was unconscious. Now to figure out just where he was. It was a safe bet to assume he was on a floor as the surface wasn't quite smooth enough to be a table or rough enough to be the bare ground. This combined with the stagnant smell of the air gave B the impression that he was indoors. As a matter of fact the air had an extremely unpleasant metallic tang to it, something like a combination of blood, rust, and something B couldn't quite identify. Seeing as he wouldn't spend enough time to pass out in a place like this, he decided to assume it was a kidnapping. His suspicion was confirmed shortly after, when he heard the moans of someone else, most likely female, who had clearly been gagged.
Not far away, Light Yagami was pacing in the room he found himself trapped in. It looked like it used to be a relatively nice public washroom, but had fallen into disrepair. That had been the first thing he noticed when he came to, followed immediately by the fact that he had been chained by a cuff around his ankle, to one of the sinks. The fact that someone had the audacity to do such a thing outraged Light. Even if the culprit didn't know that the handsome young man in his clutches was actually God Himself, he should have known the price for committing such a heinous crime in Kira's budding paradise was nothing short of death.
Light had to calm himself down. He knew if he didn't he wouldn't be able to think clearly enough to figure out who was responsible. That's all he needed to do, he did still have the piece of death note paper in his watch, after all. All he'd have to do would be to write that the culprit frees all his hostages after his name and then Light would be free and the loathsome scum would be dead. Now, what did he remember about his capture? Light remembered that he was being followed but that had been L's doing. Could L be responsible for this? No, that wouldn't make sense. L didn't have nearly enough evidence to warrant kidnapping Light, there should still be a larger pool of suspects to sort through. Besides, chaining a suspect up in an abandoned washroom was a terrible strategy.
So it probably wasn't L. Maybe his tail didn't work for L after all. He could've been working for whoever did this the entire time, hell, he might have done this all himself. No that didn't work, why would L bother to install cameras in his house and not have someone follow him when he went out? And the cameras had to be L's; they were way more high tech then anything he could imagine this cretin doing. Therefore the tail was probably innocent. Light briefly wondered what happened to the unlucky guy, but decided it wasn't worth wasting his time. If he'd seen anything before Light's kidnapping, he should have stopped it or at least rescued Light. As things were, it seemed most likely that the tail was either in the dark about what happened, captured by the culprit as well, or dead.
This revelation meant Light was trapped and alone without a lead as to how he got in this situation. That's when Light realized that he was alone. Ryuk should have been lurking somewhere nearby like he had ever since he first arrived. Ryuk must've lost him. It was possible after all. It took Ryuk days to find Light after he first dropped the death note. So Light was alone. Chained to a sink. In a bathroom.
B knew he would have to confront the source of that sound sooner or later, but the pounding in his head still wouldn't stop and he still hadn't been able to bring himself to open his eyes. Unfortunately, he had gathered as much information as he could with them closed. So B braced himself for the inevitable pain it would cause and opened one eye. A wall. This was in no way useful. At least he wasn't in a well-lit room, that wasn't nearly as painful as he expected. He just had to keep things in perspective, it's not like a simple headache could even compare to the pain he's experienced; this was nothing. Thoroughly motivated, B opened his other eye and sat up. Too fast. The world was spinning as a wave of nausea began to overwhelm him. Quickly looking for something to support himself with before he landed on the floor again, he spotted a desk. It would have to do. B crawled over to the desk and leaned against the side, finally getting a grip on his unpleasant physical response to whatever he'd been knocked out with.
Now that he could think again, B was able to properly take in his surroundings. He seemed to be in an abandoned office. That's what it looked like from all the filth, anyway. The fact that there was a perfectly good desk still sitting in the middle of the room was highly suspect. He decided to investigate this first over his mysterious companion as he was unsure of how steady he'd be on his feet. So he used the desk to lean on and went over everything he could examine. His first impression wasn't wrong. The desk appeared to be the only thing in the room that was completely clean. It would have to have been put here recently, after the room became, well, like this. B shuddered at the thought that he'd been laying in this filth not long ago.
The surface was bare, and the desk had obviously been put there for a reason, so B began to search the drawers. The first one was empty, while the second and third were locked. It was only when he reached the fourth drawer that he finally found something noteworthy: a key on a rather short loop of thread and an old cassette tape. He tried the key in each of the locked drawers with no success and didn't have a player for the cassette, so he put them both in his pocket.
As if on cue, the woman with the gag started making noise again, reminding B of her existence.
"On my way," B choked out hoarsely and at nowhere near a volume that she should actually be able to hear.
Annoyed by the sound of his own voice, B began repeating random phrases as he looked around for the direction his companion was in. There was only one door in the room, or office, he supposed, so he tried that expecting to need the key. Naturally the door wasn't locked and the key didn't fit anyway. B was actually frustrated by that, after all, why bother to leave him a key if they weren't going to give him a lock. He decided that he would find his lock eventually, but that didn't make him feel any better about it.
"At least the door opens," he said to no one in particular.
He gave a quick look around his office to make sure he didn't miss anything before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway on the other side. The hallway wasn't very long and just as disgusting as the office had been. It was also lined with doors. B systematically started trying them both with and without the key, but each lock he tried was locked and none of them were his lock. Finally, he came to the last door on the right. It was obviously the door his captor wanted him to go through as it was the only one that was open. Just a crack, but it was definitely open. Miss-bound-and-gagged was clearly moaning away on the other side.
B gently pushed the door open farther so he could see inside and properly meet his new friend. His first impression was that she was strapped upright into some kind of elaborate mechanical device that was mounted to the wall, with each of her limbs forced in a different direction. Her face was down at first and her hair was in the way, but B definitely recognised the young woman's figure. She slowly looked up, understandably nervous given her situation. It took a moment for her to fully register B standing in front of her, but once she did, the woman who was most definitely Naomi Misora began, well, B supposed she'd be screaming if it weren't for the gag.
Light finally settled on investigating his surroundings. He didn't feel like this would be a particularly useful endeavor, but he didn't have anything else to entertain himself with and frankly he was just bored. He started by examining the sinks lined up on the wall. Of course none of them actually worked and a few were rusty or chipped but otherwise nothing interesting. He continued with the floor and walls around him. There was mildew in between the tiles on the floor and something splotchy and reddish-brown staining the walls. He hoped it was just rust but given the day he was having he was probably wrong.
Light knew he would have to check the toilet stalls eventually but that didn't mean he wasn't still dreading it. He tried to think of anything else he could've missed. Really anything that could forego the inevitable. Light switch! He hadn't tried the light switch yet. It didn't look like turning the lights off and on would help, but if it revealed any clues to his escape that didn't involve sticking his hand in a toilet then it was worth a shot.
The problem with the light switch plan was that the light switch in question was close to the door and just out of reach. Light tried to make himself stretch to reach it several times and in several ways, but never succeeded. This was frustrating, but aside from being a glorious specimen of masculine beauty, Light Yagami was also a genius. It didn't take long for Light to devise a plan so he prepared himself to turn the light switch off. First, he took his jacket off. Next, Light tied one of the sleeves into a large knot. Finally, he threw the knotted end at the light switch while holding onto the other end. It took a few tries to get it to work, but when the room was finally plunged into glorious darkness Light couldn't help to suppress a few chuckles.
The room didn't get as dark as Light would have assumed, there was light coming from under the cracks in the door. So it didn't take long for Light's eyes to adjust to the dark. Once they did, he looked around the room for clues. Luckily the clue was very obvious, the words "In Here" printed in glow-in-the-dark paint. Not so luckily they were written on one of the stalls he was so desperately avoiding. There wasn't anything else left to do, so he walked up to the stall, prepared himself for what would come next, and opened the stall door. Whatever Light had been expecting, it wasn't this. Sitting on the closed toilet lid was an old TV and VCR player.
Beyond Birthday stood there awkwardly as Naomi Misora continued screaming into her gag and fidgeting to get free. When it finally became obvious that that wouldn't work, Misora slumped her head in defeat. Once it didn't look like he would get bitten or shrieked at, B approached as timidly as he could and lowered the gag off Misora's mouth.
"What do you want?" Misora asked glaring at the serial killer hatefully.
"A lock would be nice," B replied thinking back to his key, "not just any lock if that's what you were thinking. No, I'm looking for a specific lock," he finished.
"What!" She shouted, now clearly more angry than scared.
"I found a key," he said as if it would help, then dug the key out of his pockets to show to Misora.
"See," B said holding the key in front of Misora's face.
Misora just gave him a confused and horrified look.
"What?" he asked as if there wasn't anything odd about the situation they both found themselves in.
"What do you want with me?" Misora hissed.
"Nothing in particular, unless you know where the lock for my key is," B replied obliviously. He understood what she was getting at but didn't want to give the wrong impression.
"Why am I here?" she asked, clearly getting tired of this and desperately hoping for an answer that didn't involve the words "lock" or "key".
"No idea, I just woke up in the other room, heard you making noise and decided to check it out," B answered, shrugging innocently.
"You show up immediately after I get drugged and kidnapped, and I'm supposed to believe this is just what? A coincidence?" Misora said more than asked.
"Yes, why else would I be here?" B asked as though he actually wanted a response.
Misora couldn't quite bring herself to continue this line of questioning after the whole LABB fiasco, so she simply looked over at her hand for a moment.
"What's that?" She asked trying to use her chin to indicate something behind B. He knew that she was just trying to change the subject but his curiosity got the better of him. B turned around and saw a large digital clock counting down on the wall, it was at "00:13:20". Underneath the clock was a table with a tape player. It was probably meant for his cassette, so he put the tape in and pressed play.
"Hello, Beyond. I want to play a game," It was a scratchy sounding male voice, but it could have been manipulated to sound that way.
"You have gone your whole life letting your obsession and hatred blind you to the suffering of those around you. Today you'll be given multiple chances to open your eyes. This is the first. The machine Ms. Misora is hooked up to functions similarly to a medieval rack. Once the timer in front of you reaches zero, she will be ripped limb from limb. Only you possess the key to her salvation. If you choose to look through your past and find forgiveness you both might survive, if not, then the consequences' are on you. Let the game begin."
