((A/N: A random idea. I thought I could cover just about everything I wanted to in one Death Note fanfic. So I went for gold. Each chapter title will be three words or phrases, each one to describe something that happens in that pairing. Some L/Light, some Wammy's Boys action, minus BB, who I now ship with my OC. Based on a roleplay I had with a friend. Enjoys!))
His eyes caught her life-span and name above her head. "Interesting..."
"I'm glad." She muttered a little, feeling colour rise to her cheeks. "You obviously find an interest in me..."
The man chuckled audibly; kicking down a trash can in an alleyway. "My God, what if I were the cause of it?!"
The girl viewed him with a mild interest, the jerks of his body; the shakes of his head as he laughed randomly and obscenely ruffling up his washing-out-from-being-dyed-brunette-fair hair. His eyes turned to her, and for a second she was mesmerized with the way the burgundy brown seemed a crimson red. "Cause of what? Or am I not allowed to ask?" Her smirk grew with his, and she felt a childish game aura consuming them both- she was agreeing to play by matching up to him. Manipulating him, almost, by playing with him.
"You're allowed to ask, I'm just not allowed to tell..." The man thought long and hard before laughing obscenely again. "Although it'd be hilarious if I did!" The girl, now very intrigued and pumping pure adrenaline throughout her body, tentatively stuck her hand in her pocket for a cigarette.
"Hilarious is good. Hilarious never realistically does any harm. Neither does breaking most rules that society sets." She began to smoke, even more stressed that this incredible man had pushed her to the point of having to light up.
"I can see that." He eyed her with a Cheshire-cat grin, eyes seemingly focused above her head. "Fifteen. Tut tut tut." She opened her mouth, a look on her face that warped it with shock, however was interrupted by him again. "Have it your way." His laugh became throaty and his voice became low and frightening.
"I know when you're going to die."
Xo
Light walked into the building to find L sat behind his desk with his knee's drawn to his chest. Approaching the detective tentatively, he sat beside him, eyes flicking to the screen. "Do we have a suspect for the first Kira?" he furrowed his eyebrows, noticing a difference in Watari's email to L. "And please don't say me or my girlfriend. You know- wait, is that-?!"
L opened his mouth, taking a bite on a chocolate bunny lollipop's ear. "We have a new case. While the second Kira is apprehended-"
"Dead." Light interrupted, gaining him a rare look from the detective.
"-The rest of the task force are working through a list of suspects for the first Kira. Meanwhile, I think you are adequate and intelligent enough to help me with an unattached, pre-meditated and brutal murder."
Light raised an eyebrow. A new case, where a dangerous killer has alternative motives that the one Light has been so used to empathising with? He wasn't even qualified to work for L and his father, let alone work on a case that required experienced CSI's. However he doubted L ever passed the screening test. "Have any other forces got a suspect, victim name, or details?" L opened up a photo attachment that Watari has sent him, and Light immediately recoiled in disgust.
The woman in the photo was still quite obviously a singer-songwriter in the charts, who goes by the stage-name Brash Bandit, however she... wasn't. The thirty-seven-year-old's face was disfigured by mutilation- her eyes were closed, and blood was running underneath them like tears from an incision there. She had several more incisions in her face- the skin in both her cheeks was sliced off to create circle-like red blotches of bloody flesh, quite like a sick mimic of a blush. The killer had seemed to re-create a sick version make-up- they'd carved her eyebrows off in a shape the celebrity aimed for whilst alive, and slit her lips to rouge them with her own blood.
Light's eyes travelled downwards, and he spun his chair around so he didn't have to face 'it', overcome with the urge to vomit. L, however, found an interest in the way the killer had accurately carved the fat from her body- her torso a bloodied mass of flesh and organs, her thighs an obvious shape-the fat that would have caused a chubby appearance removed from them leaving purely bone and muscle. Other body modifications were made- her 'bingo wings' were cut off, causing underneath her shoulder and above her forearm to bleed profusely, and her 'double chin' was sliced from her neck.
"Light, if you cannot stomach this, I suggest you research the victim. Her name is Mara Chandler, and she goes under the name Brash Bandit. I have to know whether she had any eating disorders of self-esteem issues related to her appearance. It should be all over social media, as she's a singer." Light nodded and stood suddenly, pacing to try and get the image out of his mind. When he turned a corner to find L still viewing the victim with a mild interest, he took a breath and turned his back again.
"Can we not? She's grotesque..." L, seeming to shrug with a noise of discontent, clicked another image Watari had sent him. This one of a piece of paper, sprayed with blood left pressed to her stomach at the scene. The words in it were handwritten in a font that had obviously taken a while to perfect. Am I beautiful now? The writer asked. "Who... Where was she and who found her?"
"The toxicology hasn't been carried out yet, but a vial of sedative has been found, crushed on the floor of her flat. She was found in an alley next to a B&B in King Square, and the route from her flat to Queen's square has no traces of gore or blood. She was drugged, moved then mutilated." L concluded, and due to Light's stare, he was convinced the teenager required more. "We don't know who found her. An article came out on the website at around 11pm. Whoever found her must've gone straight to one of the website journalist's and editor's 'Seph Iero' and gotten her to write up the details anonymously. Unless it was the journalist herself, or the killer."
"Either way, talking to her is going to be our first port of call. Has Watari linked you to the article?" L furrowed his eyebrows at his partner's internet term; however he was able to understand it, so it wasn't an issue. L minimized the image and clicked on the link to the website, hoping there weren't any pictures for Light to contemplate. As much as he sympathised for the red-head, he couldn't help but wish he were a little less empathetic. L wouldn't be able to give those poor souls justice if he couldn't view them mutilated for the sake of solving the crime. He may have sociopathic tendencies, however he wasn't emotionless- in fact he had just learnt to separate his profession and emotions, his desires and what he wishes to achieve.
"Los Angeles Killer Off Hiatus?" Light read, a little sceptically, off the page. His eyes scrolled down to where the journalist had validated her point. "Killed with the same pattern and method that the infamous killer, known only by his initials 'BB', killed victims before, there are suspicions he has moved his focus to the Kanto region of Japan after singer-songwriter Mara Chandler, known more commonly as Brash Bandit, was found dead in an alleyway. Seven similar Wara Ningyo's were found at the scene, nailed to a wall quite like how 'BB' used to display the dolls. Whether the killer, who has been rumoured dead for two years, has returned for more bloodshed, or someone has decided to replicate his works, is dubious."
L's eyes widened considerably. "The images of the Wara Ningyo's are almost identical to those which BB displayed..." The detective spoke with a little stammer in his voice. "We could be dealing with his successor, or even worse, he could still be alive..." L shook his head, his hair flinging in many directions. This was the first time Light had seen him display an emotion that wasn't curiosity, boredom or discontentment. His eyes were open and scared, and for the first time, Light felt himself feel something a little affectionate for the man in front of him, who appeared rather like a boy now. A scared, young child. Light shook off the thought and focused on the task at hand, leaning over the detective and closing the internet tabs.
"I suggest you call Watari and tell him we shall be needing her address. It's late- even if you don't need sleep, you need personal time. Eat sugar-cubes and cakes, or whatever you feed a risk of type one diabetes with." L snorted a little at this, the side of his face that Light could see evening out a little more.
"I guess you are right. I can email Watari back later on." The detective drained his teeth-rot-in-a-mug tea and unbent his knees, standing to his bare feet. "Although I doubt I'm going to get any peace of mind."
Xo
Matt's new flat was already littered with notepads, laptop software, wires, game disks and their cases and he had not yet been there a week. Despite this, the bed was only threaded with a few adapters and leads, which Matt insisted on moving before they all laid together, Mello in the middle with Matt behind him and Near his little spoon. They slept better than they ever had done at the orphanage, all intertwined and interlocked; even Mello -who was constantly paranoid- felt almost completely at ease surrounded by the albino and the red-head.
Near awoke first, just before midday, and lifted himself out of Mello's grasp, removing the sheet that seemed to only cover him, from his body. Matt had his tracksuit-clad legs wound around Mello's bare calves, and a hand almost too conveniently loose in his blonde hair. Mello's pert ass, appearing attractive even in such unflattering bottoms, fit to the curve between the red-heads angled upper thighs and non-existent stomach. Near couldn't see any signs of both their arousal, so it must be just a subconscious thing. Like they'd grind without making a rather loud announcement or invitation to Near.
Near found his way around the flat easily, no matter how littered the floor was with clothing and software. Upon reaching the kitchen, he found the coffee pot with ease, and set it to boil, reaching up on his tiptoes to grasp two glass mugs for the boys. Near poured himself a glass of vitamin juice from the fridge while waiting for the pot to heat, and set his sights on Matt's cigarettes and matchbox on the counter. He searched his attire for pockets, however realized he had none- he was in a dishevelled white shirt, however no pants. Just his grey briefs.
Near brought the drinks and cigarettes back into the bedroom, scowling at the boys little moans and groans of waking. "You two are... intimate." Near began, placing everything besides his juice on Matt's bedside locker. Mello, who had just blinked the sleep out of his eyes, turned his head to look at their position, chuckling slightly. He ground his cargo-pant ass into Matt-s crotch to emphasize an upcoming point.
"Jealousy doesn't suit polygamy, Near." The older of the two stated. "Come join me." Just as Matt groaned his awakening, Near rolled his eyes and joined the blonde, stealing a leg from the redhead and pulling it between his thighs as leverage and comfort.
"As much as I..." Matt began, yawning loudly, letting go of Mello and stretching his arms out. "As much as I enjoy exploring new paraphilias, somnophilia has never appealed to me." Mello turned over, lying flat on his back, and despite the fact that both teenagers had his legs caught in uncomfortable positions, Mello had never felt more of a morning glow. The blinds, not correctly closed, streamed warm, glowing late-morning light, and the blonde was content with it, and both boys' body heat.
Matt copied him, one leg off the bed and the other intertwined with his own, reaching across to the bedside locker and taking a sip of his coffee. He then pulled the packet of cigarette's from the top and his matchbox, taking one for himself. "Mello?" He questioned, with the knowledge that the teenager smoked infrequently, and that Near didn't approve of it. Regardless, the blonde took one from the pack and lit up with Matt, exhausted from his just-woken-up state. Near eyed the boys with a frown, however buried his face into Mello's leather-clad chest and reached an arm across the line of pillows behind him to pull and run his hands through red hair.
"Polygamy..." Near repeated one of Mello's words from earlier. "Why don't we just say threesome?" Matt eyed him like he was the clueless one this time, taking a large drag of his cigarette and a sip of his coffee. The older of the three straightened up, tapping ash in a tray at his bedside and resting his back on the headboard.
"Do you really feel that much of a lack of attachment to me and Mello that you would use a filthy term to describe our emotional bond?" Matt scrutinized, and Near realised his immediate mistake as soon as the words left the red-head's lips.
"So a threesome is just fucking?" He inclined his head to one side. "Are we just casually fucking?" Mello shook his head and took a similar position to Matt, leaning across one of his lover's to tap ash off the cherry.
"We're not even having intercourse, Near. Jesus Christ!" He huffed, giving Near's white hair, his head having fallen into his lap, a sharp tug. "How little did they educate you about the bees and the... Fuck it." He let go of his hair, seeing Near's semi-pained expression as his head fell back to his lap.
Near frowned a little more, thrusting his head back up into Mello's hand, seemingly with little interest in the recent topic. "Pull my hair again. Slowly and dully." He encouraged him, and Mello was more than happy to oblige tentatively, however with strength behind the notion, lifting his head by his hair. Near made a noise of content. The lazy pain somehow seemed to co-exist with the dulling golden sunlight and the scent of second-hand smoke around the room. If Near were a little shallower, he would have said the combination of sensations turned him on. That wasn't the case- he just felt so relaxed. Relaxed enough to crave Matt's slow mouth working bruises into his neck and Mello's palm, writing a map of his cock too slow to bear.
Near, a little hard from his imagination, the setting, and his slight pain kink being exercised, sat up on the headboard like the other two, bringing Mello's hand to the front of his briefs. "Can I have my turn in between now?"
((A/N: I think Near in the middle would be finnneeee. I'm thinking I should make more middle Nears... I'd love to hear your POV!
~Lena xo))