Beyond-Love
A/N: YES WELL....THIS FAILS...I WROTE IT IN...10 MINUTES MAYBE? AT 5 AT NIGHT...I SUGGEST NOT EVEN READING THIS AT ALL....
L's tired eyes fluttered open lazily, revealing a dark, cold room.
The damp chill that had settled, set his every nerve on edge. L shivered and pulled forward, rattling the chains that cuffed his wrists to a metal pole, connected vertically to a wall.
"So your finally awake?" A voice in a corner spoke, an insane tremor hanging of their tounge.
A pained dread set in the pit of the trapped mans stomach.
"..B."
L uttered the name in such a low, tense voice it was a near-whisper.
"Disappointed," the man a mere two years younger grazed over to L's side.
"L?"
B whispered lazily into the said mans ear, causing an obvious shudder to fall through his body. L groaned and turned his head away.
"What do you want B?" (1)
The murderer moved so his face again was in contact with the right side of L's face. The copycat raven placed his hand on the wall to the left of L, where his face was turned, and rested the other hand on the detectives right hip.
"I want to surpass you L, no, rather, i want to BE you."
B sliped his hand beneath the loose fabric on L's hip.
"But that could never happen right L? Im merely a backup."
His hand twitched feircely and he dug his nails into the soft flesh above L's hipbone, causing a slight whimper to escape from the gasping lips.
"So I figure, if i cant BE you, the closest I can get, is by having you. Get it L? I want to HAVE you."
The man consciously dug his nails deeper.
"N-no B, you will never have me."
L responded in his usual monotone voice, trying hard to not let the burning sensation coming from his hip affect him.
The hand resting on the wall grabbed the offending mans chin and yanked his face foward. B dragged his nails across the flesh, creating multiple bloody little "B's" to appear, overlying each other.
L winced at the sting.
"Well, ive just made you mine L. Wouldnt you agree?"
He brushed his cool lips against L's trembling ones.
"NO. You havent."
L mumbled against the lips traping his.
B growled and hit his forehead agaisnt L's, sending his head recoiling back, hitting the metal pole. Blood dripped down the back of his neck, dampening his shirt. Dizzy from the inpact L's head lolled back into B's hand that had made its way to prod at the cut. He removed his hand to lap at the blood and L slid to the floor,handcuffs scraping the pole.
B crouched in front of the man slipping in and out of consciousness. Lips laced with blood B commended,
"Say my name L. I want myself to be the last thing you think about before I leave you to what you deserve."
To weak to retort, L muttered,
"B."
Beyond grinned
"I want you to say my REAL name, Lawliet."
"Backup."
L spat ruefully, unconsciousness taking over.
B's eyes widened and filled with anger.
He grabbed a knife and slashed it across L's face. He then carved a phrase into L's chest, over his clothes.
"Backup"
It read.
Beyond grinned at the double meaning.
L belonged to B. He belonged to "Backup." And now according to the name gracing his chest, L was merely a backup.
AN...WELL....AWFUL
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