Second chapter. Written quickly and late at night. -sigh- This chappie basically sucks and is like a summary of what I will go into detail of. Please review and help me out, I love reading reviews and they do help me alot.
Oh and just a note about my other stories, I'm hoping to get them all updated over the holidays.
And I guess, a necessity; I don't own Death Note, if I did, many people would die earlier, and be shown earlier, and it would be, like, completely different.
Falling asleep with the look of an exhausted toddler. Dreams filled with math, history and self hatred.
Sweet Suicide
Chapter 2
Ryuzaki had only managed to retreive a small amount of restful slumber, most of it was defeated by aching muscles from lack of exsercise, a head filled with school work and cases, an upset stomach from too many sweets, and a dead feeling in the center of his heart.
When he awoke the next day looking like the undead. He got up and hauled himself down to the cafeteria after getting his morning routine over with. Guessing he had OCD Ryuzaki was used to his incredibly strict routine; Wake up at 6:32 am, Brush teeth while showering, eat as swiftly as possible and get to class as early as possible and finish homework or read. He also thought he may have been over analysing, but Ryuzaki didn't have as much time as he wished to go further into the depths of his mental state.
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These things carried on into his twenties, and soon he was used to the abundance of problems flocking to him in hopes to be resolved. Still with a similar routine, adjusted slightly to each case, Ryuzaki lead his life.
Now he was dealing with one of the biggest threats to the world, a mysterious killer who acted upon his thoughts of ritcheousness. This killer, was trying to play┘ God. The whole thing started in 2003, it seemed like it would be another normal year of crime fighting for Ryuzaki. Heh, 'crime fighting' he hated saying he did that, he felt like some delusional super hero. In all truth, he was a lame guy who was kinda smart. He hated it.
He hated being ostracised and praised for a bizarre attention to detail and the higher I.Q. Ryuzaki hated it all. He even hated how he looked. He knew how stupid it was to care, nobody really ever saw him. He knew a man his age, although quite young, so obsessed with his image seemed beyond odd. Ususally only the fragile minded and hormonally distressed worried about that, and most people who were in that area were teenage girls. He felt so stupid. He was stupid, in his mind. He knew all these things relied upon him, and he was intelligent and an essential part of the world, but inside, he hated himself so much. Knowing that it was just his mind depended upon by the globe, he refused to sleep so he could keep learning. He took naps and essential times to sleep, but not very often at all. He neglected himself.
He would be sitting up at insane hours in the morning, researching information and ignoring the pains from his sleep deprived body, ignoring the harsh grumbling and groans of his abused system. He knew what effects it would have, he didn;t really care, but now he had all these alien entities around him. The task force... It was so awkward, they found his diet and actions strange to say the least. Ryuzaki knew what they thought. It terrified him.
He was being forced to do things he never wanted to do. The constant pressure of the task force had gotten him to eat at regular times, and rest more frequently. It completely threw off his internal balance. It was so much harder to keep going, and even moreso with an eighteen year old male, suspected of mass murder on a global scale. It was so much harder to act normally. He was so drained, but he couldn't let his guard down around a suspect, especially if they have the ability to kill with a name and face.
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Another never ending day met Ryuzaki, this was, about halfway through week three of being chained to Kira suspect, Yagami Raito. The genius noted the boy was also struggling to keep up the pace, and Ryuzaki only wished he was as tired as Raito, and not seventy five and seven eighths percent more exhausted. He needed to get rid of this child, baby sitting was not his idea of control and routine. He needed to get away from this boy. He did get a few hours a day. They had separate rooms with a special door that had a camera to monitor Raito in his room, and allowed for the chain to be lengthened so both had free movement. Ryuzaki usually took that time to attend to his personal needs, such as bathing, and getting what he could under control.
Watari had noticed a few things Ryuzaki had scolded himself for not thinking of correctly. Watari had noticed a few things out of place, and used. Now this time he was supposedly alone, was shortened. He was allowed an hour every two days in this special room with the door between himself and his burden, but now he was also being monitored by Watari.
So many things he had lost control of. Ryuzaki was slipping into an anger he had to control. He couldn't really handle it though, so during his time alone, apart from the boy, he would break things in his room, he would distroy and damage anything within reach, sometimes even himself.
The only one who knew for sure what was happening, aside from the poor boy himself, was Watari, and it was a horrible thing to have to see Ryuzaki go through. Every day he could, he did. Every chance he got, he seized. Watari was getting fed up, but sat and watched the young man distroy his life.
All the while, Raito heard the crying, screaming, yelling, gagging, and sobs of pain through the slab of wood and it's little chain hole, between them.
