Restraint
Summary: AU. Eventual LxLight. Raito is anxious - black, white, and faded blue filling his peripheral vision. Ryuzaki is tense, thrilled – Raito-kun will be his soon, after all. Kidnap fic.
Rated M: Adult themes and situations. Language. Eventual sexual situations.
AN: This is a Alternate Universe fanfiction – so L and Light will be slightly ooc in comparison to the manga/anime. I will explain, though, why L acts the way he does in this fic– there will be a bit of psychological exploration into L's mind. Oh, and BB, Mello, Near etc will be featuring later on, as well as the concept of a Death Note, depending. Anyway, on with the prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note in any way shape, or form. But this plot idea is totally mine.
Prologue
The air is frosty. Flakes lethargically descending, white lining my hair. Like blackberry shortcake. I'm perching, shaded in my alleyway. On my bin. Waiting for that flare of chestnut that dispatches thrills up my spinal column.
96% chance he's turning the corner across the street now. 2% chance his sister, Sayu-chan, has had another unfortunate incident with the neighbour's cat. 1% chance he's waiting for Takeda-san. 0.45% he's playing truant. I've assigned 0.55% to unforeseeable events, illness, plague, car accidents – though he was fine when I observed Yagami-san leaving for work 10 minutes prior.
Ah, there he is.
Raito-kun, delicate arms swinging, pendulum-like, by his sides. Head, slipping left, right, left again. Nervous? Has he seen me?
Negative. I am careful. I am of a higher intelligence than him, though he regards me as a 'deplorable mendicant' - if my memory is correct. Which it is.
He is directly opposite my refuge now. Fawn eyes twitching like a frightened critter. Almost seems like he has perceived me, and is conscious of my operation.
A thumb slips listlessly against my taught lips. Coal eyes aching irrationally, illogically, to meet his. No, I am too well concealed. He has moved from the vicinity, around the other corner, toward To-Oh.
Air escapes me expeditiously, fingers eagerly slipping into the pocket of my dilapidated jeans, closing around the sweet. It glides to my lips, my ruby tongue slinking out to taste its glucose-encrusted surface, my mind wandering to his sepia hair.
Soon, very soon I'll have him to talk to. Him to entertain me. Him to control. Him to nourish my vengeance.
Amane's party is in 2 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes, 6 seconds. But I will wait until he is inattentive, unwary. Not like now.
There is a 15% chance he won't attend. The lollypop slips in between my teeth, my feet shuffling against the gelid bin. But then again, an 84.3% chance that he will. 0.6% that he will vacate as soon as Misa squeals. It has happened before.
Sixth time's the charm, I've heard.
I spring from the bin, speed belying my malnourished body. I must proceed to my next observation point. Raito-kun will nearly be there. I do not want to miss him.
I want to see him.
I desire for him.
I need him to… fill the void that brother left.
