AN: This is angst-y, which I find very suiting for DN. This idea just kinda popped in my head and I had to write it. This is set when Raito doesn't remember anything and is, of course, cuffed to Ryuuzaki, or L, which every you prefer. There will be some OOC, but hey, who cares? I
hope you enjoy it and review. Reviews are to me like apples to Ryuk. GIVE ME!!
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
Blood was everywhere. It swirled down the sink like an elegant ballet of red. It covered the floor in a wet and soon to be a sticky mess. His life literally was spilling out of his wrist. He watched it intensely as it dripped down his arm and onto the sink.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
The melody created was a melancholy one, horrifying yet pleasing.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
He knew he was standing outside the bathroom door, waiting for him. It was unbelievable that he even let him go to the bathroom alone this one time. He knew he needed to savor the moment, the feeling of ecstasy and relief, while he could.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
He didn't notice the door slowly creep open, too enticed by the red seeping from his body. He didn't notice the usually wide eyes widen further at the sight they beheld.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
He did notice when he was spun around and met a pair of emotionless, yet angry eyes(AN: does that make sense to everybody?). He inhaled deeply, shocked from being caught. He no longer paid attention to the harmony of his blood as a pair of lips descended onto his own. He no longer cared for the it, only the softness of this moment...
AN: Yeah, short, but it had a semi-happy ending! dodges flying rotten vegetables I get the picture! Don't hurt me!! Anyway, it works doesn't it? This will be an one-shot, but if I find some inspiration coughandreviewscough I might continue this. How knows? Although I'm notorious about not finishing fics...