I do not own Death Note or its characters, except for my own.
Warnings: Romance, Some slight Boy Love (Shounen-ai/Yaoi), Language, possibly Horror.
Reviews would be nice. This is the first time I'm doing something that does not involve two guys, a bed, and some sake. I've never written anything Hetero before so... Reviews are nice. Enjoy.
"Look at me!" Suzu wailed, "Look at me! Me, mommy! Me!" She flailed her tiny arms, jumped up and down. No attention was given. She stamped her tiny foot. Burning tears streamed down her flustered cheeks. "Mommy!"
"Mommy's ignoring you, go play with your friends."
Suzu's violet eyes glowed with rage. "Fine! I will!" She ran into her room, slamming the door so hard that the hinges creaked. Inside her dark, damp room was a wonderland of horror. Pins and knives stuck into the walls. Vials lay empty on the dirty, pale-white, now stained red, carpet. The wallpaper started to peel and curl off of the walls. Suzu never liked it anyway. She hated flowers.
The gentle pitter-patter of rain was heard throughout the room. And this was the only thing she ever loved. Because it loved her back. The melody and rhythm of the rain hitting against the ground. It was a song of love. A song of peace. Tranquility.
Her eyes were fixed on the sky. One star shone bright behind the thick clouds. And it was the brightest one out of all. Her shocking violet eyes slowly closed. Her hand rose. Smash! The glass broke into pieces. Shards glistened and fell to the floor, stained with blood. Suzu's blood.
"I've wished on you for months now." she hissed, "And look what you've done. Nothing! Nothing!!" She burst into tears. She kicked the walls. Took a knife out of the wall and destroyed everything she had.
But it was alright. Those things weren't given to her on purpose. She was lucky to get them. Because being forgotten is the worst feeling to encounter. All there is, is a hole. A huge one in fact. And it eats you alive from the inside out. Insides are digesting themselves, not knowing what to do because they are confused.
Suzu dropped her knife and screamed and screamed. No one ever came to see what was wrong. Not even her pet cat, Kirine, who was always curious about ever noise made. And her father was killed because of a hit and run accident. She was glad.
And now this murder was only beginning. "Onii-chan..." she purred, a smirk crossing her sallow face. Her bony legs snuck their way back into the living room where her mother rest. She pulled out a knife from behind her back, tip-toed over to her mother and stabbed her multiple times in the side.
This time, she gave Suzu the attention. She screamed in agony. Screamed and screamed. Suzu adored and nourished her mind with those screams. And that's when Suzu's older brother charged into the room.
"Suzu!" he yelled, "What's wrong with you!? Are you psychotic!?"
Suzu's head slowly tilted to the side. Her knife was bloody and jabbed deep into her mother's face. "Psychotic?" she whispered, "Psychotic!? ME!? NO!" And as she saw red and blue lights faintly flash outside her window, she smiled. She instantly calmed down.
But suddenly put on the the most shocked and traumatized look she could make, placing the knife in her older brother's hand. He was confused and startled at the same exact time, until he felt a surging pain burst in his chest. Shot.
And he felt to the floor, twitching slightly.
Suzu screamed and cried. Her acting was priceless. And in the bedroom was the phone. Sitting there with the numbers already dialed just moments ago. 9-1-1. Clever little child.
She escaped the house, running past the police, security cameras and everything else that would catch her. She ran through the moonbeams that shone so brilliantly through the air. And her long, midnight black hair flowed through the misty rain. It felt good upon her face. Upon her skin that tingled with freedom.
"Good riddance." she whispered.
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In a dark, musty alley, Suzu awoken. Her clothes were ripped and dirty. Her hair was matted, and she smelt of wet dog. She absolutely hated the foul stench.
But there in the form of a silhouette was an elderly man, his hand outstretched towards Suzu. She stared at it for the longest time then lay her hand on top of his.
And the elderly man, Watari, gently pulled her along with the sweetest smile. Suzu only looked away. And she soon approached a building, where Watari had stopped. "Your name, miss?" he asked.
Suzu only stared at Watari, a frown on her face.
"Ah, yes. It's quite alright if you are shy on answering." said Watari.
Suzu remained silent, feeling Watari softly tug at her hand. She followed quietly inside the building where she stood in the doorway, not wanting to go any further.
Watari looked back. "Come with me. I must show you around."
Again Suzu was silent, following the elderly man. She stared into the rooms as Watari explained the use of each one. But she didn't really care. Her eyes were focused on one room in particular. And Watari had explained it last. "This is one of our playrooms." he said, "When it's rainy outside all of the children stay in here to play."
"There are others?" asked Suzu.
Watari nodded and lead the small girl outside. "They are all outside. Go, go. Play with them. Make some friends." he said, closing the door as Suzu stepped forward.
"Oi!" a voice called, "Over here!"
Suzu glared at the small, brunette girl. She was thin and her expression was so bubbly and bright, it made Suzu's soul twitch with fury. The girl ran over to Suzu, smiling extra bright.
"I'm Tanna! You can call me T!" the brunette cooed blithely.
Suzu just stared at her. And her sanity probably snapped when Tanna grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her halfway across the area.
Tanna pointed. "That's A!" she cheered, waving at the blond.
A glanced up from the swing he sat in and shyly waved back, re-wrapping the scarf that draped loosely around his shoulders. "A new person arrived?" he asked, noticing Suzu was standing there with her head down.
She was mainly angry at Tanna at the moment, who was still holding her wrist. How dare she touch Suzu like that.
"Yeah! I don't know her name, but she needs a friend!" Tanna ran over to A, dragging Suzu not far behind, and they all held hands.
Suzu twitched and scowled. "I hate you." she hissed, glowering at Tanna, "I swear. If you keep this up, you will not see the light of day. You will not see heaven or hell. Only darkness. And you will be trapped in that dark suspension for a very... very long time."
From the corner, B looked up upon hearing those sinister words. And his crimson red eyes had caught such a enchanting sight. Such a beautiful, magnificent sight. And it only made him smile more when the insults and threats grew more and more, involving blood. Sweet, luscious, rich blood. And it was even more arousing and lovely when the words spewed from that little raven's mouth.
He slowly stood from the shadows, watching Suzu take a seat where A once sat. The two children ran, crying. "Hey."
Suzu did nothing to reply back.
"I was listening in on your little, very threatening, conversation with those two. Where did you ever find those idea's from?" asked B.
"My head." Suzu replied, looking down at her feet, "The little monster inside me is telling me to do these things, so I listen. Since he is always right. And I like to watch people suffer upon their impending death. It's fun."
B grinned. "You read my mind." he murmured, taking out a small jar and sitting beside Suzu on the swing, "My name is B... Do you want some?"
Suzu looked down, spying that the jar was filled with jam. Strawberry jam. She stuck her finger into the jar and licked off its contents. But a hand gently wove with hers and she looked down. B's hand was around hers with the gentlest touch. "My name is... Shiko." she whispered.
B smirked and gently kicked his feet to swing a little. "It isn't your real name, is it?" he asked.
Shiko shook her head. "No, it's S-"
"Sh. I know." B said quickly, caressing Shiko's pale skinned hand softly.
Shiko looked up and made a small nod. She held B's hand in hers. Something about it just made her happy again, and the hole that was eating her alive stopped growing and devouring her. She wasn't angry or sad anymore. And it was all because of a boy.
Shiko slowly felt herself being lifted up and being sat in B's lap. It was actually warm and comfy.
"Want to swing?" B asked.
The small raven nodded and they soon started to swing gently under the morning sun. It was almost a breathtaking sight, how they held each other oh so closely. Like the wind brushing up against the ocean shore to create magnificent waves of cerulean.
Shiko silently giggled from the excitement. She loved it. The wind blowing through her hair, the thrill of getting higher and higher with each kick. It was all so amazing. Brilliant.
Until lunch time.
"Come on. We'll get you something good to eat. You look starved." said B with a grin, leading Shiko inside and sitting her down in a seat. He sat beside her without hesitating once.
"I'm not really a picky person, but..." Shiko stared at the food on the table, all of it not to her taste, "I like frosting... and cherries better."
B slowly tilted his head to the side. "Frosting? And cherries?" he asked, but soon nodded and skittered off into the kitchen with a grin.
He later came back with a smile upon his face. "Is this good?" he asked, holding out a container of frosting and a very small bowl of cherries.
Shiko smiled and took both of the items in her hands, mixing them together sloppily. Her fingers were stained by the time she was done experimenting. She hastily grabbed a spoon and ravenously ate her treat, feeling B's eyes on her. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing." replied B, grinning at how much of a mess she made.
Shiko only shrugged, feeling someone pull her up from the chair when she was done with the sweet. She heard B growl something unpleasant under his breath.
"My name is June." the boy behind her said. His hair was long, touched his shoulders, and layered, being the color of melted milk chocolate. And his eyes were so cold, colored lavender. He had absolutely no expression on his face whatsoever. "I have to show you to your room."
Something in his eyes bothered Shiko. And she couldn't remember what that something was, but it bothered her so. She left B to eat and was lead up to her room toward the west of the building.
"Here." June opened the door to Shiko's bedroom and pushed the door open, "It's not that exciting but... Over time you can fix it up." He stepped inside, walking toward the window and staring out it. It had a vast view of the area. "Such a pretty view..."
"Uh..." Shiko tugged at June's pants, looking over at the doorway, "This is it? I can go now?"
June shook his head. "I have to show you where everything is... There's the bed... There's the pretty window... And there's the... closet..." He completely spaced out, staring into that dark closet. It was a confined area, where he was once bound with a male his age. He was nine at the time. Now he was thirteen, nearly fourteen, possibly scarred for life.
And the worst part was he was lygophobic. Fear of the darkness. He cannot get through the day without the light and whenever he saw darkness, he would either choke up or scream in terror.
"J-Ja-Ja..." June stuttered, his lavender eyes flooding with fear.
"What? Jacket? Jackrabbit? Jackhammer?" Shiko tried all of the possible things to say.
But June instead screamed, "January!!" And again came another January, a screech of a cry. He dropped to the floor, tightly holding his head and his eyes staring wide at the closet. "January, January!!"
Plodding of footsteps charged over to the room and in the doorway stood a male not much older than June. "Oh, June... No, no. The dark won't get you. It can't hurt you."
"January! Oh, god, January!!" June shrieked.
"Sh, I'm right here. I'm in front of you." January whispered. His hair was white, but it reflected lilac in the sunlight and moonlight. His eyes were the color of winter. They varied from being white to silver and a crystalline blue mixed together. The mixed colors only happen in the winter. He was rather tall and very thin; his fingers looked just like twigs.
His complexion was pallid and quite sickly, looking as if he'd went without food for years. "Everything is fine, nothing will hurt you, June." he murmured softly, taking June into his arms.
The brunette shivered uncontrollably. Fear was the only thing that was seen on his face as he clung to January, whimpering at every noise.
"Will you do me a favor?" asked January, looking toward Shiko, "In the kitchen, inside the fridge, there's a box on the bottom shelf labeled 'J'. Can you get it for me? It's an emergency."
Shiko rolled her eyes. "Well... Since you two haven't been annoying to me in any way, I guess I should get it." he said. As girlish as she could be, Shiko skipped to the kitchen and into the fridge, finding the small box.
She skipped back and placed the box beside the two.
And June snatched the box away, ripping it open. Inside were caramel covered, chocolate filled popsicles. The brunette took one and shoved it into his mouth, nearly down his throat, but he couldn't do that on his own. He had January to do that for him.
January gently rocked June back and forth as the popsicle melted, pouring down his throat.
That's when Shiko left. She was about to sit down when she realized B wasn't there. With a frown she sat at the table, alone. The silence deafened her and only made her sadden more with each second that passed.
She rest her head back against the chair and closed her violet eyes. She rest and rest, her breath soon evening out and slowing. She despised sleeping, but it was the only way to get away from reality.
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"Shiko. Shiko, wake up."
Violet eyes opened halfway to meet a pair of blue ones. "A?" she asked.
The blond smiled and shyly looked down. "B won't come out of his room and he locked the door. Roger wants him to go play outside but he refuses to come out." he stated, pointing to a door. It was B's room.
Shiko slowly rose from her seat and gently knocked at B's door.
"What?" came the stern reply.
"It's Shiko." she said. The door slowly creaked open and a pair of glowing crimson eyes stared at her. She was instantly pulled inside the room with the door slamming and locking behind her.
"What did June do to you?" B hissed.
Shiko blinked. "Nothing." she replied coolly.
"I'm being serious now. Don't be shitting me!" B scowled, pinning her against the wall with a frown.
"I'm being honest though." answered Shiko, staring up at B, slightly frightened.
B growled. "I know he did something!" he yelled, his fingers digging into her shoulders, "What did he do!? Tell ME!! NOW!"
Shiko shivered, ducked her head and suddenly started to break down, sobbing uncontrollably in front of B. And the older raven slowly let go of her, watching her cry. It... broke him inside. Something just disappeared when the first tear formed and fell from Shiko's eye.
And the words she whispered before running from the room made all the more disappear inside of B. I hate you...
The words ran through his head like a broken record. But why was it such a big deal for him? Why did he now despise himself for doing this to someone he barely knew? He leaned against the wall, and because of his sudden weakness he started to slide down. Down, down to the floor, clinging to the wall where Shiko once stood, or was once pinned to. "I'm... sorry."
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Shiko ran to her room and slammed the door, laying down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. "Stupid..." she whispered, banging her fist against the mattress. She pulled a blanket over her head and cried. Cried and cried, all day and all night. She never left her room.
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June blankly stared out the window, searching for something. It seemed important and to him it was the first thing on his imaginary to do list. But he never saw what he searched for most. January.
He exhaled a long sigh and sluggishly walked outside, sitting in the shade beside B.
And B hated it. "What have you done..." he sneered, tying something together.
"Hm?" June looked over, but his head was smacked down by a tiny fist.
"What have you done!?" B screeched, pulling a pin from his pocket.
June blinked. "I-I didn't do anything." he said, looking up again. But his head was smacked down and the pin B had was placed painfully between the bones in his wrist. He felt them touch and slightly pop, but he did nothing at first.
Until the burning, stinging pain numbed his whole arm and he started to scream.
"It's just a little liquid that I doused the pin with. Some spilanthol and anesthetic. Remarkable, no? How something so small can effect a person oh so much." B purred, placing another needle into June's other wrist.
Again he screamed. The pain and intense heat was too much for his body. He couldn't handle it.
"It will slowly eat away at your body unless someone takes these out. Painful isn't it? Good! I hope you suffer! Because you hurt my Shiko! I know you did!!" B smacked June several times before he placed a Wara Ningyo beside the brunette, smiling. He was pleased with his work. "Bye, June."
The little raven walked away nonchalantly, leaving June to shiver in fear. His whole upper torso was numb and he was too shocked to stand from his place. Several hours later, he found January standing in the doorway.
"J-June!?" he gasped, horror in his voice. He was about to run outside, when he saw the sun and winced at the intense light of the sunset. "What... What the hell happened to you!?"
June remained silent, watching the blood drip down to the palms of his hands.
"I'm... Sorry... I can't get you right now. I could... faint, even die. I have Porphyria. I'm sensitive to the sunlight and my physical features change... That's why my hair and eye color are different." January laughed a little, but silenced as he heard not a word from June. He started to panic a little. "J-June? Can you hear me?" he asked.
Silence.
Horror struck through January as he looked June over again. He was pale, too pale. And it just scared January so much. And right when the sun set, he bolted over to the brunette, holding his head up. "June? Please speak to me. Please! Say something!" he cried.
June stared at January. His lavender eyes cold. Almost dead looking.
"Please." January whispered, "Please. What's my name? Say my name!"
"J-J-Jan-nuary..." June whimpered, starting to sob, hanging his head lowly, "T-T-Take th-them ou-ut... Pl-Please!"
January blinked. "What? Take what out?" he asked.
"The pins!" June sobbed, "Take them out! Now, damn it! Now!"
January, startled, looked down, staring at the rusted pins in June's wrists. He took the pin and gently pulled it out, listening to June's screams of agony. He gulped and took out the other pin, saddening at the brunette's shrieks and cries.
June wrapped his arms around January's neck. "Please... Take m-me inside..." he whimpered.
"Of course." January said, quickly carrying the brunette inside and placing him in his room on the bed, "Sleep. You're tired and drained." He stared at the tiny boy below him. Had June been this pretty before? He was just... glowing in the moonlight and his complexion was just remarkable.
He gently leaned in, brushing his lips against June's, pressing a bit deeper as he massaged the brunette's wrists ever so gently. His eyes closed and his tension loosened. "I'm sorry." he said, abruptly standing and leaving as quick as he could, leaving the poor boy in a daze of pleasure and passion.
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"Shiko." B whispered, peeking through the door. The room was unusually dark and chilly. And under the covers was Shiko, sleeping. "Oh... Shiko..." said B, gently closing the door behind him. As quietly as a mouse, he tip-toed over to the bed, kneeling at Shiko's side.
"So sweet... I bring you a gift, my Shiko, please accept my apology." B murmured softly. He slowly lifted Shiko's arm and slid a box underneath it, pressing his lips to her hand, then to her lips. So soft and cold. And she was just too beautiful to B. "You are too perfect for me." he said with a sigh, "Way too perfect, my Shiko."