Disclaimer: If i owned Death note, there'd be butt sex like every page so be glad i don't
Warning:minor OOC-ishness
BB looked at L's chained body with a look combined with lust and bloodlust. They'd been locked in a staring contest for the past 15 minutes, BB ocasionally toying with the sharp blade in his bloody, jam-covered hands.
BB, testing L's fear, pretended to advance on him. The raven-haired man didn't move nor flinch. So wanting to die was true?
~Flash Back~
BB walked into the room that his hostage was currently in. "L, I believe today is your day!" he called out in a voice holding all the niceness a 19-year-old, jam-addict, serial-killer can pull together. Of course, L knew what he meant. Today, 7-13-11, he would die. L just ignored the jam=lover and waited for his much-wanted fate. The best detective in the world had a death wish. He wished for nothing but his life to end. He was tired of his life and all the wretched people in it. "Thank you," L said calmly. BB turned around so fast, he was shocked not to haave whiplasj. "What did you say?" he said, compltely stunned. " wish for nothing more than to die. Thank you for being the one to end my life, Beyond Birthday."
~End Flash Back~
And that is how they wound up in that staring contest of epic proportions.
"BB, I would much appreciate it if you hurry up with this process. I'm ready; I've been ready," L spoke in that ever-calm voice of his. The one BB had spent years copying, along with his attire, looks, and general mannerisms.
He would finally kill L and take his place, all of his dreams would come true. If that was the case, then why did he hesitate? Why did he feel like he didn't want to kill the sugar-loving detective?
He slowly walked to the broken, pale, raven in front of him. L's eyes somehow widened when BB didn't viciously attack the exposed torso with the knife, but instead got L out of the chains and layed him on the floor. "I'll be right back," the murderer said in a hushed tone.
When he returned, there was a white rose with him, along with the knife. BB knelt beside L and placed a small kiss on his detectives lips.
The last thing L heard after BB brought the knife down and blood splattered everywhere were the words, "I am the father of your death."
BB kissed the blood-spattered rose and layed it on L's bare chest. As he walked away from the scene, he let one tear escape. The largest regrget of his life was not telling L that he loved him.