Title: Raito
Authors: KivaEmber and Tensai-chan
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or Dexter
Warnings: Disturbing themes, gore, swearing, violence, abuse, dark, horror, etc
Summary: AU collab with Tensai-chan. Inspired by Dexter. Yagami Raito appears to be the perfect gentleman. He leads a normal, successful life as the NPA's best detective, alongside with his partner and odd roommate, Ryuuzaki Hideki. But, under that facade, Raito has a secret hobby - and persona. Say hello to Kira, accomplished serial killer.
Word Count: 2'299
A/N: This was inspired by both the novel, Darkly Dreaming Dexter and the TV series of it, Dexter.
It's not wholly based on it; rather I'm just taking the idea of it and twisting it to my advantage. So prepare for blood, disturbing shit and the whole casket XD If you haven't read the book or watched the series of Dexter, then you are seriously missing out. It is deliciously dark.
And just so you know who wrote what, I write out the plot line and am basically 'Raito', and Tensai-chan writes out the gory scenes and is 'Kira'. So both of us wrote this chappie!
Enjoy!
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"I went out to stalk a killer and came back with a new car. How did that happen?"
-- Dexter
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He was starting to get hungry.
Worn sepia eyes stared back at the cloudy grey from the open mouthed head of his father, it was almost funny how the torn flesh bobbed on the still pool of thick water, tongue flopping out in that cartoonish way you see on those T.V. shows. Raito smiled at the comparison, the innocent action out of place on the blood spattered features and the dead dead eyes.
Raito stroked the greasy hair of his little sister, remembering father's words before his head flew off and sprayed crimson water everywhere, to look after little sister no matter what because he was the big brother, big brother had a duty. His smile grew. He was being a good big brother, a good little son, a good person. See? He didn't even mind when the blood from the tear in his little sister's throat soaked his usually clean clothes.
His smile dipped slightly. Little sister wasn't wearing pants – those bad men took them off when he was unable to be a good big brother – and it wouldn't be fair if the big brother wore trousers and let his cold, coldcolddead, sister sit in the dirty crimson water lapping at their feet and get sick. He smiled again and began rocking slightly, humming a tune and looking at the clouded eyes of his father, to prove that he was being a good big brother and looking after little sister even though she was cold and dead and her eyes were simply staring, staring, staring…
He didn't dare look at mother.
His stomach clenched sharply, and he remembered his earlier dilemma. He was hungry, and thirsty. There was nothing to drink – water was sick and crimson and thick – and nothing to eat – fathermothersisterhumanstastejustlikepork – so he wondered how long until he was as cold as his family. He hummed louder to block out his busy thoughts, digging his dirty nails into his little sister's scalp. What to do…? What to do…?
A creak of metal. Sepia eyes snapped sideways, smile fixed in place as his humming stopped. Someone was here? Oh joy, oh joy, what a wonderful thing! He laughed to himself, feeling the burn of father's cold gaze sear his cheek, accusing because even though he was a good brother, little sister was not warm, but cold.
"What the fuck…?"
Visitor, manners. When you meet a visitor remember your manners even if they are a stranger danger and you're clutching at your cold little sister with your father staring accusingly at you with clouded dead eyes. Remember your manners.
He smiled angelically at the shocked policeman.
"My name's Yagami Raito and I am a good big brother."
X.x.X
PROLOGUE
KIRA
X.x.X
He was Raito.
He was respected and admired throughout the NPA; his intelligence only matched by his friendly rival, flatmate and mysterious co-worker, Ryuuzaki, and was well known to be a charmer and social butterfly. For some reason, the females always go for the beautiful men who had become orphans at a young age, cooing over how lonely they must've felt in the orphanages and discussed how sensitive he was.
Raito didn't see how it made him sensitive, he just followed The Code and responded in the socially acceptable way that would not draw unwanted, negative attention.
Besides, he was never lonely in the Orphanage; he had Ryuuzaki to thank for that.
But, the public's perception of him was wrong. He was not kind, noble, virtuous, or pure of heart and was not an angel incarnate. He did not value the lives of every living human being. He did not care about other people's feelings or their inferior thoughts. He didn't care about anything, really. He was not a very nice person.
A very nice person wouldn't do what he did after hours, occasionally, at least once every three months.
Like now.
His jacket was unbuttoned, tie loosened almost casually as he strolled lazily around his cling filmed swathed table and the animal strapped down on it, humming an annoying ditty that popped up on the advertisement for some kind of animal cracker. He didn't like it, but Ryuuzaki had been humming it almost constantly that day in the office when looking over the evidence for the Tattoo Rapist and it was now lodged firmly in his brain.
So he hummed it.
A groan from the animal made him pause, his Nice Guy smile angling sharply into a sharp smirk that stretched maniacally across his handsome face. He spun on his heel, snapping latex gloves on and hovered over the semi conscious animal, prodding their forehead impatiently.
After all, there were only so many hours in the night before Ryuuzaki got suspicious.
Paranoid, that man was.
"Whuh…?" Dark brown eyes cracked open, dull and stupid with drugs (the man was too big to do his usual Action Movie, garrotte with a piano wire, gig. Some good ol' benziophindine did the trick perfectly), and darted about nervously, fixing themselves on the languid smile on his captor's face. "W-Who are you? Where am I?"
Perfect. Raito straightened up, a friendly smile replacing his sick smirk. "You don't recognize this place?" He queried, motioning to his cling filmed surroundings with a latex gloved hand, only a collection of photographs of beautiful redheads spared from the suffocating plastic. "Or these people? For shame." He lounged against what seemed to be a kitchen counter, picking up one of the pictures and appraised the beauty. "I do believe you took them here…your holiday flat that you retreated to when the stressful life at home got too much, and…raped them before disposing of them." He lowered the picture.
The man strapped to the table began struggling, pulling at the cling film and duct tape holding down his bulky frame. "What the hell are you talking about!? I didn't do that! I don't know anything!"
"You did it in a curious way too." Raito continued, reaching behind the photo collection and drew out a small metallic box, slipping out a razor sharp scalpel and surveyed it under the weak light from the dingy lamp above. It glinted maliciously. "After raping them, you shaved their hair and crammed it down their throats, probably trying to hide the fact that you used some form of fabric to gag them, or maybe the hair was the gag itself, and carved degrading insults upon their skin. You never left any evidence too, I hate it when rapists use condoms…well, aside from this redhead." He picked up a photo of a girl who looked barely eighteen. "You got a little too excited and unsuccessfully cleaned up after yourself."
The man stayed quiet, brown eyes fixated on the obviously mentally unstable man wielding a scalpel.
"My sister was a redhead, you know." Raito mused nostalgically. "Before she died." He slipped off the kitchen counter, metallic box in one hand as he bent over slightly, slicing open the skin of the man's cheek with the scalpel. He ignored the shout of pain, placing the metallic box on the counter and drew out two pieces of glass, holding one out under the rivulet of blood trailing down the man's cheek and collecting a drop of blood. "Ah, there we go. Just as planned." He snapped the glass together, smiling in satisfaction at the blood. "Another to add to my collection."
"Who are you?" The man shouted, fear and anger twisting his voice. "Some sick freak? I told you, I'm innocent of those crimes! I didn't do it!"
"I'm Yagami Raito." The young man replied, placing the slide into his metallic box and walked back to the kitchen counter, placing both the box and the sullied scalpel on the cling filmed surface. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me…but then again it was Matsuda who interrogated you, unsuccessfully I may add. I just saw you swaggering out of the police station." Sepia eyes stared at a particular photo, the young officer frowning to himself as his mind murmured how Sayu would look so much like her if she lived.
If.
"I cleanse this world of people like you." Raito whispered. "The people who prey on the weak and rot this world from the inside out. The people who deserve judgment. That's what The Code demands, anyway." He sighed and reached for another tool on the kitchen counter, testing the sharpness along the gloved pad of his thumb. "But I've talked too much, sorry, time to hurry on."
"This, this is a joke, right?" The man struggled harder against his bonds, panic glazing his dark, stupid eyes. "The police are getting desperate, so they're asking for a scapegoat, right? Trying to scare me into confessing just to live, right? Right!?"
"I'm not looking for a confession." Raito disagreed softly, turning back to his prey and smiling kindly at the bound man, a sharp glint in his sepia (crimson) eyes as he twirled the machete in his hands. "I know you did it, and I am passing judgment on you." He walked forwards, slowly, smile widening at the growing fear in those eyes. "God probably exists, maybe, so if he is merciful, he'll probably save your soul when you die. Maybe." His smile twisted into a sick grin, a flash of perfect white teeth as he loomed over the bound man. "I won't. For I'm Kira."
The blade was twirled once more before impaling the other man's chest.
Kira was pleased. The sight of the crimson blood pouring from the man's chest appeased the need he felt nicely. Raito was gone for a bit. Kira was not sure where he had gone, and did not care enough to find out.
He pulled out the wonderfully dripping blade from the man's torso.
A sick grin stretched across his face as he watched the scum cough up quantities of precious red liquid. He shivered slightly in pleasure.
There was something about blood that he had always loved. He wasn't sure if it was the colour (a red that matched the ripest tomato and the juiciest apple), or if it was the smell – a sharp coppery scent that cut across the senses in a wonderfully cleansing way.
But maybe…it was the taste.
Kira decided to cut the man up a little before he tied up the body, ready for dumping. First he carved a few cuts on the man's chest, joining the hole that was still sluggishly oozing scarlet fluid. Who the man was, or what he had done mattered little to Kira. That was Raito's concern. Nothing mattered to Kira apart from the feel of the kill. For that was the only time either he, or Raito, felt anything. They were the same. Both dead inside. A perfect façade and an unfeeling heart.
When Kira was sure most of the man's blood had drained onto the cling film covered floor (Justlikesqueezinganorange), he started to amputate the limbs from the body.
He used a surgical saw for this. It was a clean and precise way of making a cut. Kira couldn't stand disorganization. It made the world such a messy place.
If Kira had his way all those who lived in mess deserved a painful death.
He smiled as the leg came off. The bone was wonderfully central in the fat and muscle of the limb. It was wonderful the way everything had it's own place in the body. There was very little blood in the leg by that time, and so the beauty was unspoiled. He loved the fact that he was seeing something never meant to be seen by another human being. He was seeing the inside of a person in a way most could never even imagine.
The separate limbs were wrapped in bin bags, ready for disposal.
Kira was satisfied with the kill.
X.x.X
He was Raito.
He was also Kira.
It usually depended on his mood.
"Raito-kun is back late, I see." Ryuuzaki drawled, munching on a cookie as his wide eyes stared intently at the television screen. But Raito knew they were glancing at him suspiciously from his peripheral vision. Paranoid man. "I was starting to worry."
"No you weren't." Raito retaliated jokingly, hanging up his jacket in the closet and stretching his arms up high, smiling amiably at his friend crouched peculiarly on the seat. "You were starting to get suspicious, Ryuu." He sat down on the couch beside his friend, co-worker and rival, wrinkling his nose at the mass of confectionary and baked goods swallowing the coffee table whole. "Jesus Christ, Ryuu! Have you ever heard of heart attacks and clogged arteries?"
"Fast metabolism." Was Ryuuzaki's counter.
Raito rolled his eyes, a soft caramel colour, and linked his fingers together behind his head, satisfied smile curled round his lips. "Excuse." He murmured, feeling content and completely at peace. It had been a fulfilling night. "Say, are they actually going to arrest that guy for being the Tattoo Rapist?"
"Tomorrow, they said. After the paperwork." Ryuuzaki grumbled, obviously displeased at this delay in Justice.
Raito's smile twitched, threatening to turn into a grin.
He was Raito.
He was also Kira.
It all depended on his mood, really.
But at home he was always Raito, or Raito-kun. Kira had no place there in that two bedroom apartment filled to the brim with enough sweets to feed an army of children and miniature cameras embedded in every nook and cranny. But sometimes, he was both Raito and Kira there.
"I wouldn't want to be him tomorrow then." Raito finally said as Ryuuzaki attacked a bag of animal crackers, the one with the annoying ditty in their adverts.
"No, you wouldn't." Ryuuzaki agreed through a mouthful of animal crackers, wide obsidian eyes surveying his only friend with an unreadable gaze.
Kira was such a good actor.
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A/N: Eh. An idea me and Tensai-chan had if Raito didn't pick up the Death Note, or in an alternative universe, as we thought Raito matched Dexter to a T.
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