AN: I'm back. Lol Sorry, I can't write decent chapters for my other fics so I tried writing a new fic just for a change. I will update the other stories once I finish the chapters, but for now, enjoy this new fic. I hope you like it. I was busy these last few months, so sorry. I still am, but I hope I can finish the updates soon. Thank you for patiently waiting, but again I'm sorry, I'm not yet done with the chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Chapter 1: Red Meeting
It was the same old feeling when he heard the sound of bullets piercing through the fabric, through flesh. He could almost hear the endless gushing of the blood from the different bodies before him. He could smell the freshness of the blood and the rotten souls along with it. He could hear their cries of pain. It gave him a feeling of satisfaction, washing the faintest trace of guilt he had as he put his gun inside his coat pocket.
Finally, his job's done. He smiled bitterly.
He surveyed the six bloody bodies surrounding him, the tiny guilt gnawing at him again. Of course, he immediately basked it away behind the triumphant smirk he wore. They deserve it. He kept on telling himself. They were like him. Ruthless murderers as well, hired by someone rich and influential. Heartless and cold; only, they were less skillful in fighting than him. He stared at the trail of tears in each of the men's faces. What an irony. They almost looked like they don't deserve it. They almost looked… pitiful. He wanted to laugh. Of course they're not pitiful. They deserve it.
Until when can he use this excuse to make the piling feelings of guilt and emptiness go away?
"Oh. Impressive, but messy."
He abruptly turned around at the sudden intrusion and narrowed his eyes at the man before him. The man was wearing white long sleeves, which was a bright contrast to the darkness of the alley where they are, and the blood on the walls of the building and the mess around him. The man's hair was a black tangle of strands, in contrast to his still perfectly combed own auburn locks. His eyes were astoundingly black, shining with something akin to intelligence and wisdom. The bags under them were painfully noticeable even in the dark. The man's posture was painfully bad and he seemed uncomfortable not because of the scene before him, nor because of his presence. He seemed uncomfortable because of his… sneakers?
His eyes widened slightly in amusement.
"I appreciate you checking me out, Killer-san, but I need to pass. I have a patient to attend to." The man said, successfully interrupting his thoughts.
Killer-san? His eyes narrowed carefully once more and he placed his right hand in his coat pocket again, feeling the cold metal under his fingers. He was quite impressed with the man's nonchalant behavior. The man seemed undisturbed by the scene before him, and it was something impossible for an ordinary man. Just who the hell is he?
"Who said I would allow you to leave?" He said coldly, and he saw the man flinch a little. He mentally smirked at that. He heard the man sigh.
"Alright, Killer-san. Come with me. You're pretty hurt yourself. You can kill me after your wounds are taken care of." The man said, and then walked past him, avoiding the bodies while doing so. He stood there, confused, staring at the retreating form of the man. He didn't even notice his own two feet moving and following the man. The man turned to look back at him once, but he said nothing and just continued eyeing the man warily, so they just continued walking in silence.
He memorized the path they took as they passed through several dark alleys. Finally, he found himself standing in front of a very large hospital in the middle of Tokyo, wondering again just who the hell the man is. He knew the man may be some sort of doctor, but he never expected him to be working in such a prestigious hospital.
"You must really have underestimated me, Killer-san. I wasn't exactly lying when I told you I have a patient to attend to, you know." The man said, interrupting his thoughts for the second time that night.
He rolled his eyes and finally turned his attention to the man, who was waiting for his reply. He noted the thumb on the man's lips and he mentally cringed. A doctor with very peculiar, not to mention unhygienic habits. Indeed, the man was the perfect epitome of irony.
"I believed you when you said you have a patient." He finally replied, earning a raised eyebrow from the man. "And stop calling me Killer-san. It's getting on my nerves."
"Oh? I deeply apologize for the unnecessary nickname but I don't know your name, Gorgeous-san." The man said, smiling a little. He opened his mouth to retort but decided not to give the man the satisfaction, and closed his mouth again. He settled for giving the man a menacing glare.
"As much as I want to admire your cuteness, Gorgeous-san, I have a patient who is in emergency room right now, and your wounds need to be treated immediately. Wouldn't want Gorgeous-san passing out here in the middle of Tokyo. Who knows what kind of pervert will pick you up." The man said, smiling teasingly at him.
He glared at the man but said nothing. He followed the man inside, all the while plotting a perfect plan to kill the bastard doctor who seemed unfazed by his profession. However, he would admit that he was actually curious about this doctor. The guy seemed pretty normal, well, in other aspects, and judging by the building where he's in right now, he could tell that the man was actually well-off. But somehow, he felt like something's off about him, and maybe, if he had the time, he could investigate this man's background. Not that he was really interested.
He shrugged. He figured he could enjoy the free hospital treatment, and worry about the man's hazy intentions later. Or perhaps he could just kill the man once and for all to save him a lot of trouble.
He continued following the man, and they were inside the elevator, alone, when the man suddenly turned to face him, his eyes just an inch or two from his own. He was startled yet he didn't break the eye contact. Instead he inclined his head and met the stare bravely and cockily raised his eyebrows.
"Yes? I find you too close." He said, waiting for the man to move, but the man did not.
"Give me your coat, Gorgeous-san." The man simply said, and somehow it infuriated him more.
"Huh?"
The man sighed and finally moved to regain the distance between them without averting his gaze.
"I need your coat. It would be troublesome if the thing in Gorgeous-san's coat pocket gets discovered by the nurse who would be attending him. I would be in the emergency room and I won't be able to keep an eye on Gorgeous-san."
He kept staring at the man for a few seconds weighing down the consequences of allowing this man to have his coat. After a few more seconds of pondering, he finally sighed and fished out two more weapons hidden in his clothes and placed them inside the pockets of the coat. Resisting the urge to shove the coat to the man's face, he gave the coat to the man, who gave him a small smile before accepting. Silence once again reigned inside the lift until they arrived at the sixth floor, and the sound of the elevator doors opening broke it. The man walked out of the elevator, ushering him to follow and he did. The nurses they passed by gave them curious glances and he didn't know whether it was because of him or because of the weird doctor. Either way, it irritated him, yet, he showed no indication of it.
They stopped in front of a small room. The door has no plate plastered on it so he assumed this was just one of the many rooms for attending patients. The man opened the door without hesitation and walked inside and gestured for him to follow. He did and wasn't surprised to see a nurse inside, sitting behind a desk with a few medical supplies on it. The nurse eyed him and smiled widely, before greeting him in a too cheerful and girly voice. He didn't bother smiling nor greeting back.
"Amane-san, this is… a friend of mine. He's kind of hurt. Would you mind taking care of his wounds for me? I have a patient to attend to in the operating room." The man said to the nurse, who eagerly nodded. Too eager, in fact. The man then turned to him and said, "I will be back after two hours." With that, the weird doctor stormed out of the room, leaving him with the annoying girl who was still trying to get his attention.
Without a word, he sat in the chair in front of the nurse's desk and unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, revealing the deep cut in his right shoulder, which was still bleeding profusely. He heard the nurse gasp, and he turned to glare at her.
"Stop gaping, and do your job." He hissed, and the girl immediately moved to get what was needed.
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He checked his watch. It was exactly two hours and four minutes since the weird doctor left him. The nurse had already left, but only because he told her so. And so, here he was, sitting and waiting impatiently for the bastard so that he could get his stuff back and finally go home. He heard the door open and the familiar annoying figure of the doctor came into his view. The man was holding his coat as he entered.
"I'm glad you're okay now, Gorgeous-san." The doctor said, giving him another small smile, irritating him again. He didn't answer. Instead, he loudly stood up, his lips set in a thin line indicating his irritation. He grabbed the coat from the man, who just chuckled in response. He was about to bolt out of the room, when a firm hand grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Aren't you going to thank me, Gorgeous-san?"
"No." He replied simply.
"Then, would you mind telling me your name, Killer-san?" The man said, his tone suddenly serious. He eyed the man suspiciously.
"I don't give my name to someone I don't really know." He replied.
"Well then, you can just call me Ryuuzaki, Gorgeous-san. How about you, Gorgeous-san? What is your name?" The man said, back to his usual irritating tone.
"Light." He replied, surprising even himself.
"Just Light?" The man asked.
"Just Light." He answered, and not waiting for another word from the man, he swiftly walked out of the room.
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AN: Reviews please. This is my new favorite story and I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me if it's nice or what. Your reviews actually motivate me to write so if you like the chapter, please let me know.