Shadows squeezed in the far corners of the prison, a single lightbulb the only thing lighting the room. On the side farthest away from the cell door sat a particularly lone man on a simple bed, his legs against his chest and his face buried in them. All you could see was his tousled black hair.
Kira claimed to be more than generous to give him a bedroom, but it was just another word for prison. The pale man shook in rage as he thought of the events leading up to his imprisonment.
The dark bedroom of the safe house. The whispered plans on the phone, trying to find a plane for L and Watari to escape on.
Then the door smashed open, and bam- the Black Ops.
L had been so close to finding the criminal responsible for hundreds- no, thousands of deaths. If only he didn't make any bonds... No, he mustn't think like that. Justice would prevail.
L rocked back and forth on his bed, the chains jingling as he moved. The chains were snapped on him after the first time Kira had entered his room, last night. Shaken with fury, L had lost his composure and attempted to attack the man only for his followers to retrain the detective. The order was given to make him go a day without any food, and he was starting to feel the effects of lack of sugar in his system. The insomniac was struggling to keep his eyes open out of fear that something might happen if he dared drop his guard.
The bitter pain thumped in his chest again as he thought of his faithful old butler. Watari had been murdered by the Death Note, the one he could only ever see as his father, by none other than the one he once called a friend.
But L himself wasn't killed. This nightmare was neverending.
There was currently a 16 percent chance that his successors would fix this mess and defeat Kira. Not a good percentage, but with time it would rise. It was good that only he and Watari knew about the Wammy House, and L planned to never let Kira find about his home.
He then peered the the door with emotionless, obsidian eyes. Why did Light let him live? Surely there were consequences in not killing him...right?
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Consequences didn't matter. Only successes.
Every road led somewhere else.
Robert Frost knew that. Light Yagami knew that.
His parents knew that long ago, when they chose to have a child. Ryuzaki knew that, every time he opposed the God of the New World.
Light Yagami was strong. He was nearly as omniscient as time. His watch was ticking on his arm, and it reminded him of his new power.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick…
There was something about Ryuzaki that he couldn't figure out. He simply couldn't describe it.
Light stood at the buzzing screens of the computer room, watching this dark-haired enigma. Thanks to his surveillance cameras, he had a 360 degree view on him.
"Liiiiiiiiiiiiiight!"
The God of the New World stiffened, hand on the mouse. He'd just zoomed in on the hungry detective. Something in his brown eyes was awfully... Defiant.
"LIGHT!"
"I'm here, Misa!" he called out.
The elegant supermodel sauntered into the room, eyes wide with faux innocence. She wore a gothic black and white dress and ran her hands up and down the seams. Hah. As if that impressed him.
Ever since Light Yagami had revealed himself to be Kira, five countries had relinquished leadership to him. Ever since then, Misa preferred to be referred to as Light Yagami's Queen. That made Light Yagami want to barf.
"Misa Misa has missed you," she pouted, curling up against his arm. "Meetings with your analysts are always so boring."
Light sighed. "I know, Misa."
The tiny room was claustrophobic. It was closet-sized, hidden beneath the thick basement doors.
Misa giggled. Then she pursed her lips like she was about to kiss him. Light Yagami pushed her away in sudden disgust.
"Leave me alone, Misa!"
"Misa does. She gets a lot of work now that she is your Queen...! Misa is richer than ever!"
She beamed radiantly, and Light Yagami just rolled his eyes. He hadn't escaped Japan to deal with this nonsense.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
He'd secured Misa with ten bodyguards, not including their Death Gods, which stood watch outside their secluded fortress.
Misa shrugged. "Misa was hoping to get you alone... But you're too busy staring at the stupid detective again."
Light Yagami glanced at Ryuzaki, who was sitting on the lonely prison cot.
He was defeated. Tortured. Cold. Even his lithe frame seemed to be curled into itself.
"Misa Misa sees his name," his girlfriend whispered.
That shot a wave of pure pleasure down Light's back. Then it spiked it. Caressed it.
He'd been waiting to kill Ryuzaki. He'd been craving it for years.
But something... Was off?
Maybe it was that Light had revealed himself as Kira, and the world took his side, not L's. Maybe it was his craving for a trophy of his old days. Right now, L was the only trophy that he could get.
Misa pouted. "Light! Stop zoning out!"
Light just shrugged. "When it comes to L… Hundreds of corporations are bargaining for his ransom. I don't plan to give him up, but all these down payments are certainly helping our cause."
Misa giggled. "Ohhh Light, that's wonderful!"
"Maybe I should go down there," Light muttered. "Teach him another lesson."
"That's good. Misa hates defiance. Everyone should listen to you because you know best, right?"
Light nodded. "Exactly."
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
There were no clocks in L's prison cell. Only the phantom buzzing and pounding of his head.
L was currently trying to keep his mind off his hunger by focusing on his memories of the orphanage. He never knew his parents, but it wouldn't have mattered either way. The orphans and caretakers were his family. They saw past his strange nature and accepted him for the genius he was. If anything happened to them...
The detective narrowed his eyes in irritation. The Wammy House would be in danger if Kira finds out about it's existence. All because of one miscalculation. The best he could do after Kira killed his own father was to have Matsuda to flee the country along with Mr. Yagami's wife and daughter. He allowed him to kill his own father, but L was certainly not going to let Kira get his hands on the rest of his family.
Then L heard the worst thing. Footsteps. They thumped into his brain and pounded into his heart. The door was unlocked slowly, as if the person on the other side was relishing every single twist of the lock.
Screech. The lock wailed open, and so did the door.
The God of the New World stood there in all his deceiving glory. The first thing L was struck by was the raging anger in his eyes. It was a contrast to the calm little prison building. He'd never seen anything like it.
Light Yagami's hair was dark and spiked, pointing upward towards the sky like razors. His garments were loose and white, like the toga of some elegant Greek God. He was like a lion as he strolled past L, farther into the prison, like metaphorical chaos followed his every footfall.
The detective glared at criminal with cold fury blazing in his coal black eyes. If this was Kira's way of trying to intimate him, it was as frightening as having a child point a toy gun at him.
"Kira. What a surprise. What do I owe the pleasure of you entering my living space?" L asked, sarcasm laced deeply into every syllable.
"It turns me on when you call me Kira. Say it again," Light joked, eyes teasing.
They weren't friends anymore, but Light was determined to force him to put his guard down. Watari always said that Light was L's soft spot... So why not try to exploit it?
L widened his eyes in surprise, before turning his head away, a faint blush evident on his cheeks. Dirty thoughts assaulted his brain for a moment before he regained his composure.
"All these years, and you still act like a child. Tell me, how does it feel knowing you killed your own father?" he questioned.
Light Yagami just smiled. "Unfortunately, he had to be eliminated. A father could never bow to a son."
L narrowed his eyes once more. It was quite unfortunate to be chained to the wall, because otherwise, he would be strangling the man right now. "How about your mother and Sayu? Would you have killed them too if I gave you the chance?"
"My mother might have listened. But my sister is no better than Misa. If they didn't get along, of course I would have to eliminate her."
Light Yagami's smile was cold. He stepped closer to L like a shark, as if he could see deep into L's very soul.
"Are you trying to distract me?"
L turned away, refusing to look at the traitor. This was not his Light-kun. Actually, Light-kun had never even existed, it was all a ruse created by Kira. L found that to be extremely devastating.
"I have nothing to say to you. The only one worthy of knowing my thoughts is Light-kun, and he doesn't exist."
L held his ground. Light Yagami wasn't expecting that.
He knew that L had valued him as a friend once. But L, like everyone, must have his weaknesses.
L's gaze was furious. Tired, weak, angry.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what I can read from that expression," Light muttered. "There's a reason I didn't kill you. Would you like to deduce it?"
Light turned around, breathing meditatively with one hand around his stomach, as if pushing down the anxious bile that curled through his stomach.
"I will give you more time," The God of the New World muttered. "Reconsider my mercy. And maybe- just maybe- you can bargain something to save yourself."
With that, Kira vengefully strode out of the room. The locks clicked shut like he was racing. Then his footsteps trickled down the thick corridor. Only day's through, L had been dragged through it.
His words consumed L.
*Reconsider my mercy.*
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