So... ARGH! My very first fanfiction posted! Hopefully, I've done a good job so far, going to keep adding to this. I got the inspiration to write this as soon as I finished reading the BB murder cases. Planning to add some smut to this... just to warn ya ;D
Indistinguishable murmurs and the rhymic tappings of keyboards...
the chorus would at least have been noticable to many people, yet not as such distracting... however for one of the many customers of the dingy downtown Internet Cafe, the noise was complete silence, as if it were that sound never existed. Oblivious to the not-so-quiet mutterings about him from other patrons, and the heavy slam of the door whenever someone entered or left, nothing penatrated the intense clock-work processing inside his head, his silence was only broken by a random chuckle, that is...
if you could call it a chuckle, much more like a forced squawk from the bottom of his throat, which reasonably lead to the customers beside him to exchange mocking comments.
"All Hail Kira!"
One website blared, the man gave a disturbing snort to this and began scanning through news articles,
"Kira kills notorious Sex Fiend"
"Over 50% world crime reduction: Kira, Saviour, or murderer?"
"No no no no no no", Kira, didnt bother him at all, "Not my objective at all! Kira... KIRA!" He attempted to make an angry scowl, although simply by using the word 'attempted' it was obvious that he was not accustomed to producing facial expressions that matched his ( abeit abnormal)
moods, and that he didnt necessarily succeed in doing so... which was likely, since a woman beside him made an odd face, and opted to move to a computer MUCH further away.
"Oh..." One hyperlink stood out, the man leaned in closer, almost bumping his head into the screen.
"Exclusive Video Footage! The world famous detective L makes his move on Kira! Click to see more..."
"Oh... oh! Oh! Oh!" His internal musings had slipped out from his mouth, and kept muttering "Ooohhhhhh" in a trance, until the disgruntled manager of the Cafe, pestered by complaints from his customers, walked over and asked him to leave.
The man swiveled round on his chair, hugging his knees close to him, staring at the manager with soul-less black-rimmed eyes. The stare slightly freaked him out; knocked back by his over-powering sence of odditity, the manager tried to recompose himself,
"I said, you must leave, you're too loud, you're disturbing my customers!"
The messy black haired man, raised a burn scarred hand to his equally charred face, and placed a finger on his lips,
"Shhhh, YOU'RE being too loud and disturbing the customers sir!"
His face began to grow blotchy, "WHY YOU...!"
However, the man never uttered another word, at that very moment, he fell down, gasping for air, and emitting noise-less screams.
A woman screamed, a crowd had gathered around, trying, yet failing, to aid the man.
Despite the commotion going on behind him, the man merely swiveled his chair back to face the computer, hiding a wide grin,
"Ah... so thats how he dies... I was hoping for something more interesting than a stroke... but, ah well. It provided a bit of entertainment..."
Merrily staring at a computer, while a man choked and screamed in agony behind him, the man formerly known as Beyond Birthday sang a haunting tune, eyes fixated on a large black L on his screen.
"L... L..."