Greetings. ecstatic waving Welcome to my first ever fan fiction. I normally don't write it since I tend to make characters a little OCC, since I never was good at gauging their reactions. However, this story came to me in a dream and was too good to pass up. Please read the following:
Notice: Please read author notes; they are important and will explain things. Like my train of thought, which is a weeeeee bit whacked. Also, each chapter will contain a warning label to alert readers what they will find.
Pairings: Light/L kinda B/L (obsession-wise only, no actual feelings of affection)
Genre: Suspense, romance, horror
Rating: M for gore, language, and mild drug usage
Will you find:
OCCness: quite possibly since I'm a novice at this
Lemons/Limes/ect: not this time 'round (unless someone wants to write me one...)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, its characters, or B. sobs pitifully
One last thing: WARNINGS:
THIS STORY WILL MOST LIKELY CONTAIN HIGH AMOUNTS OF GORE AND BE RATHER DISTURBING; THEREFPRE PROBABLY NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
SPOILER WARNING:
for Death Note: Another Note and the character Beyond Birthday
And now, I begin...
B R E A K I N G P O I N T
Chapter One
Emotions. A complex and delicate mix of that which makes the soul at the heart's core pulse and thrive; an elixir for life.
Human emotions are said to be the most intricate. A spider web (1) of feelings tangled together, each link fragile, pliable. The slightest touch could alter them, remodel them from their original design. And yet...
At the same time, these links are sturdy, unyielding. These are the dominant ones, the links that both hold the spider's web together and threaten to demolish it should they break. But what lies at the core of the spider web?
Even further beyond that, what happens to the spider web that has been forced to break, forced to bend, forced to become something else entirely, all at the whim of the mind? What happens to the spider web when each delicate link is ripped and torn, transforming to become identical to every other link? What happens when strands of similar emotions, ones that tread hand-in hand, begin to dominate the spider web's core, devouring its being as a whole?
Hatred. Obsession.
They formed the links in his mind, twisting his thoughts into a frenzy of calculations. And all these calculations only led in one direction.
Revenge. Revenge served sweet. Yes-not cold, but sweet.
They thought he'd gone crazy, rocking back and forth in his hunched position in the darkest corner in his own little hell, nibbling on the tip of his thumb until it bled. But he wasn't crazy. Not now, not yet.
He couldn't' be crazy. Because how could someone develop such a cunning and complex plot such as his if they were crazy? He was intelligent, yes, but never, never crazy. Or so he told himself.
He had been plotting for weeks, months, days, minutes, and seconds on end. His mind never stopped buzzing with life, never stopped calculating his actions. It reeled at every turn, creating solutions to every twist or dilemma that entered his tweaked mind.
And now, it was done. All that was left now as to act. Act. He had always been a good actor. He had fooled that one Asian woman who had been sent after him by his greatest adversary until he slipped up. One little slip; that was all it took.
And this time he would not slip up.
He would finally get his justice.
He would finally prove himself.
And L, the so-called "World's Greatest Detective" would be groveling, broken, and ripped to pieces at his feet. It would be sweet.
He smiled behind the bloody thumb resting at his lips, bloodshot eyes watched the wall in fascination as a tiny noise reached his ears. His turning point, his rejuvenation, his second chance, his final plan.
He hoped whereever L was at this very moment, he was taking the time to enjoy himself. Because the second he was free, L would have to face a new world, one that B, himself, Beyond Birthday, had created. One that seemed to exist only in Beyond's twisted, warped mind.
Um, I'm done? With the first chapter anyway... Seems kinda short, but I like where it ends. Sorry if my writing makes you twitch. I like poetry and it always seems to seep into my work.
Anyway, another little note here. I'm changing some of the ending bits of Another Note, such as B being beyond recognition after his little plot. Any suggestions on going about that?
Footnotes:
(1) the spider web: this was an idea of my friend's; I just put words to it. You should ask them about it, it's pretty interesting. Look them up on as Shadowmoonwolf if your interested.
Reviews are welcomed and sought after. I give you cookies in exchange, kay?
