No, no, no, not again!

He was coming out again, I was sure. He usually only did this in the hours when no one was awake, but now it was 9:00, and not everyone had left. I had excused myself around half an hour ago because his voice was becoming too much to handle, and I sat on my bed holding my head begging him to shut up.

"Go away, go away," I repeated over and over. Watari would surely not let them come looking for me, and would get them to leave when they usually do, but I was just worried about him being out with other people in the apartment. Every time this happened, Watari would lock me in here and make sure there was nothing much to harm anything with or to contact the outside world. But now, with other people in here, there's no telling what he might do.

I could hear his demonic laughter, the mocking insults, and they were making it all the harder to keep him inside. Fear was surging through me, I was shaking and almost near crying. "No, s-stop it, stop, go away!" I could barely manage to whisper.

I fell off of the bed and landed on my side. Not noticing the stabbing pain I could feel near my left hip and ribs, my focus instead fixed itself on the glistening knife a foot or two from my head.

Shit.

This wasn't good. I was frozen, just lying there on the ground. Panic slowly surged through me, seemingly starting in my hands and feet and slowly crawling up my body until it registered itself into my brain, and then it kicked in all at once. I scrambled to get away from it, at first only succeeding in knocking over the lamp after bumping into my side table. I then stood up as an attempt to run to the other side of the room, or out of the room, it didn't matter, just away from the knife. The sound of the light bulb shattering on the floor echoed in my ears as I tripped then fell to the floor, afterwards proceeding to crawl over to the far corner of the room.

My breathing was erratic and hitching, my muscles stiff from clenching them so much, and my eyes almost tired from being opened so wide and constantly darting around. I say there for a few moments, shaking so bad I almost fell over. The taunting didn't stop, the screaming didn't stop, the laughter, it all carried on to insult me further. His voice was piercing my ears, I covered them in an attempt to make it stop, even though I knew it was useless. He didn't leave me alone, he just got louder and louder. I couldn't stand it.

The wetness falling from my eyes was warm, and it made more come. I could almost feel him ripping through the door that closed off the outside from the inside. Usually a lock is there to keep its owner safe, but not this one. It wasn't there to keeps what was outside from going inside, it was to keep what was inside from coming out, and that lock's strength was quickly depleting.

I heard the creaking sound of the door to this room, and the string that was left of the lock broke, and the door, hinges ripped off, fell down.

The shaking stopped. The tears descent came to a halt, as did the pain. Took less than usual. I lifted our head to see a boy by the name of Light Yagami standing in the doorway. An instinctive smirk spread across my lips, but the eyes didn't change. Oh, no, they didn't change, they were just fine. Just fine.

The first place my eyes landed was his neck. It looked so soft, so delicious. I imagined what it would look like with various bite marks and black and blue bruises, until I heard him speak.

"Ryuzaki? Are you okay? L?" I stood up, making sure that our bangs would cover my eyes, because the bastard could always tell just from my eyes that it was me. It would be more fun this way. I began slowly making my way over to him, eyes fixated on that neck. I grabbed a piece of rope that I had left on the table from last time, and when I got directly in front of him, he said, "Ryuzaki? I-is something wrong?" My eyes snapped to his, and when I saw the fear in them, my smirk widened, feeling as if it was going across my whole face. Why don't we all be happy? It's so much easier when you're happy.

In an instant, I grabbed Light, shut and locked the door behind him, tied his hands behind his back, and threw him onto the messy bed. The blanket had fallen off when he was freaking out, but that was okay. I jumped on top of him and pinned his wrists above his head. "Ryuzaki, what the Hell are you doing?!" I gave a dark chuckle and said softly, "What am I doing, hm? Could you tell me that?" I then moves my mouth directly beside his ear and whispered in a hushed tone, "I'm not L." Before he could say anything else, I just had to taste that neck. I bit into it deeply, tasting the sweet blood gushing out. He screamed, and I heard someone trying to open the door. I got the knife and chopped his head off, killing him instantly.

As I fell through the window, I thought it was a beautiful scene I had left behind me. They would walk in to see his body hanging from the ceiling, his shirt ripped off, with words carved into his chest and stomach. They would never find his head, I had thrown it into a bag as I left. I felt like taking it, so I did. I heard a scream of horror as I was running down the street, and laughed to myself. I would hide and re-manifest myself, this time in Japan.

What were the words carved into Light Yagami, one might ask? A simple question.

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