I'm using this 'disclaimer' as the cover for my work. The ideas and plot belong to me but the characters belong to their respective owners, as do any references made about brand names or other things that clearly do not belong to me. I do not own Death Note or any of the songs that are mentioned. Got it? Me no own. Now here's hoping that having this in the opening chapter is enough to keep me from getting sued.
WARNINGS: implied rape, heavily implied rape, dubious consent, physical and mental abuse, twisted S&M relationship (I think?), implied incest (though not actually incestuous). This fic will have a happy ending though, again, if you feel a warning needs to be added let me know. If you feel there is a warning that needs to be listed please let me know.
*Song referenced in chapter 14 is: That's how you know by Nico & Vince.
All my friends are heathens. Take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
(Heathens: 21 Pilots)
/:/:/
When Akira was eleven years old he'd had his first sexual experience. It wasn't pleasant nor was it warranted, but from that point on his 'Master' made damn sure Akira knew how to act within; and sometimes outside, the bedroom. Seduction and sex was a skill hammered into his young mind. When he was twelve he'd killed his first man. He could remember the two months he'd spent in a distant haze, filled with disbelief and nausea at what he'd done. By the time those two months were up, he'd moved on and embraced the teachings his Master had to give. At fourteen he'd graduated from collage. He'd been home schooled his entire life. He was acknowledged as a genius at that point. By the time he was fifteen he already had 100 kills under his belt. At sixteen his Master had him branded, a reminder to Akira who owned him and a warning to those foolish enough to pursue the young man for themselves. Those were the facts, just as it was a fact that Akira had once been with a loving family until he was snatched at six months. A fact, that despite Akira being a highly trained and dangerous assassin with hundreds of kills under his belt, his Master insisted that they work beside the mass murderer Kira. After all, they were all doing the same thing, Akira's Master and Kira only ever targeted criminals. Akira just happened to be his Master's right-hand and executioner of his Master's will.
It was during the Kira case Akira met the man who'd either save him from his Master, or send him to the gallows to burn with his Master and Kira both. L Lawliet, the greatest detective to ever live.
/:/:/
Miami
The house was silent, not even a breeze to stir the air. Akira silently creeped up the stairs, carefully placing his feet upon areas of the stairs that wouldn't creak. Gloved hands tightened around the handle of his silenced gun, opening the bedroom door before sighting his target. He'd done this so often that he no longer experienced the signs of nervousness. No shaky hands. No sweaty palms. No increased breathing or heartbeat. He was cool, calm and collected.
He was still that way minutes later when slinking out of the home without a trace. The only clue to his being there the blood splattered body of his victim. He slid into his car, stolen earlier that day, and dialed the only number he ever needed to call. It took moments for the call to connect, Akira having begun to drive away from the scene at that point.
"Well?" The voice crackled over the connection.
"It's done." Akira kept it brief, having learnt long ago not to give more then was needed in his reports.
"Good boy, come straight back so I can properly reward you for a job well done." The called disconnected at that and Akira couldn't help the shiver of disgust sweep over him.
He parked the stolen car in an empty car park, walking the entire block before picking and stealing a second car. His movements were methodical, his hands flew through the movements with practiced skill even as his mind remained awash with white noise. Recently he found himself questioning his Master and his 'affections' it wasn't something he did often, far too busy trying to prevent such thoughts from forming in the first place. His Master cared for him. His Master took care of him and he owed the man that. Akira shook his head roughly, not even surprised to find himself three blocks away from their current base of operations. He parked the car and walked the three blocks briskly, guilt flooding his mind at the traitorous thoughts that'd filled his mind on the drive over. His Master would not be happy if he discovered Akira had been thinking such things.
The building looked like a 5 star hotel should, all gilt and embellishes. Akira ignored it all, immune to such extravagances after years of being shuffled from such establishments all over the world. He bypassed the various guests and hotel workers, heading straight for the elevator before signaling for the floor his Master was waiting on. The doors slid open and Akira walked straight to the room, heart in his throat and stomach churning despite the neutral look on his face. He knocked on the door, waited a moment before knocking again, the door opened with a click and Akira didn't hesitate before he entered the dark room.
/:/:/
London
L munched away on his éclair one handed, his other hand skimming over case files and dirty dishes as he hunted for the final paper to tie to his otherwise finished case. His fingers came in contact with the paper and L placed it into the folder before closing it and snatching at a cup of cooling tea, all of this was done with a practiced grace.
With his work for the police having been completed, L turned his attention to the span of wall dedicated to maps, photos and casualty reports. It was his own personal case, one that nobody else seemed to even know existed. L was searching for the assassin he'd dubbed 'Nightmare', due to the large number of attacks occurring whilst the victims slept. The various other reports on his wall was quick to remind that just because a large number of deaths occurred during the night, that didn't stop the assassin from striking during the daylight hours either. He'd just pinned up a recent addition to his wall, a general description of someone who could have been Nightmare; young, male, Japanese, when Watari walked in wheeling a service cart full of fresh deserts and tea, case files under his arm.
"I see you've managed to finish off the latest cases." Watari commented as he cleaned away dirty dishes and replaced them with desert filled ones. "Was it the wife?" The man asked, referring to the last case L had solved, setting down the new files and picking up the old ones.
"Her twin sister actually," L responded absently, eyes scouring over facts and photos long memorized. "What is there?" He turned away from the wall with a scowl, walking over to his chair before sitting in a crouched position as he pulled a cheesecake and the pile of case notes towards him.
"The usual, I'm afraid. Not that many exciting things happening at the moment. These are just cases you kept putting on the wayside." Watari paused in his action of wheeling away the service cart. "There are two new ones to choose from." When L nodded his acknowledgment of the elders words, Watari left, closing the door softly behind him plunging L back into semi-darkness.
He picked up the first folder and flipped through it, groaning aloud when he recognized the case. With a loud sigh L picked up one of his many discarded pens and quickly wrote out the evidence that pointed out the rapist, and naming said rapist. He followed that case up with two murder cases, one a serial killer, four more rapists and one account of terrorism. It was when he was reading through a murder case in Miami he felt a thrill run through him at the similarities to other cases he'd looked into. Specifically, the Nightmare assassin.
'It's all here. Exactly the same information and style of a Nightmare kill.' L didn't hesitate to leap off his chair and rush to the wall, adding another tack to his already covered world map before adding one to a map specific to America. 'I will find you. It's only a matter of time.' Sadly there was no information on how the killer could be, but L was feeling oddly optimistic this year. He returned to his chair with a grin, one that only grew wider when he read through a case that'd come from Japan. 'Unexplained heart attacks?' He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, frowning when he realized the battery had run dead before plugging it onto the charger and waiting for it to turn on. 'Nightmare only ever targets criminals. This new killer also has only targeted criminals. Are they actually one and the same?' L dismissed that thought quickly, eyes flickering over to the wall where hundreds of pins were scattered across the map. "Nightmare has been killing far to long for this to be him. He also doesn't target low level criminals." He muttered, resting his thumb on his lip as he pushed around the cheesecake on his plate. His phone lit up announcing it's revival and L quickly dialed for Watari who answered on the first ring.
"Get the jet ready. We're going to Japan." He instructed, waiting only long enough for Watari's affirmation before hanging up. Quickly opening up his Nightmare folder on his laptop and adding the recent additions to his case. "I wonder who's going to come out on top. Kira, Nightmare or myself?" He muttered, shutting down his laptop so it was ready for travel. L intended to win, he planned on taking both of the criminals down. 'There's no way Nightmare can resist going to Japan.' He quickly devoured the sweets that were spread put before him, by the time they were ready to leave all that remained were the dirty dishes.
…
Check out:
Bloodlines
Gasoline
When Angels Fall
Power Wielders: Bad Blood
Power Wielders: My Fight
