This story was supposed to be a break from my other story, but now it tends to overwhelm it. I brainstorm for it at my job, which I have plenty of hate for, while listening to Nightwish's song "Last of the Wilds". There needs to be more Celtic-flavored metal in this world.
WARNINGS – SPOILERS for Another Note and Death Note to Volume 7 and violence as graphic as I can write it.
Prologue
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The phone rings. The detective knows who it is, but a sense of dread keeps him from answering right away. What new horrors await him during this call?
"Hello?" His voice is without inflection, as always. He could win an Oscar for this performance.
"L," the voice hisses, a note of madness in it. "He's awake. Ask him how he's doing!" There is a brief dark chuckle.
The line is silent at first, then L becomes aware of breathing. Just breathing. The rhythm is off, though, as if the person is in great pain. He doesn't know what is going on, exactly, but from past experience, he can guess. He doesn't swallow, he doesn't grimace, he certainly doesn't cry.
But he wants to.
"Light?" he whispers. The breathing changes again, as though surprised. Finally, the sound he's been waiting to hear.
"Ryu-- za- ki?" Breath is sucked in shallowly.
"Light, are you-" The broken voice interrupts with a sob.
"Tell him to kill me. Tell him to kill me, please. Please, Ryuzaki..."
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