Author's note:
Here's the second chapter of "Demonic soul"! :)
Warnings: Angsty, very angsty, contains torture and shed tears! Yaoi!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
L lied on the cold tile floor of their bathroom. He looked up at the door, the lock was red meaning it could not be opened unless he wished for it to be. He wouldn't open though, not just yet. And even if he would want to, he wouldn't manage to get up nor reach it any time soon. He tried moving, just shifting ever so slightly and to prove that he was correct pain rumbled through his whole body, making him cry out in agony.
He had stopped crying a while ago, the violent sobs had only pained him even more as he had shook with every breath in and out.
His body was at the moment a horrible sight, bruises covered his back, throat and arms as well as bleeding cuts could be seen at said places and the rest of his body. One particular gash reached from his shoulder blade and all the way down to the end of his back.
The blood pooling around him was like dark red paint on the normally snow-white floor. Although most of his body had already gone numb from the intensity of the pain inflicted upon him before, some of the still bleeding gashes almost burned. His whole body was warm, the blood almost tickling him as it dripped down along his pale skin and dropped onto the floor, joining the rest of the red pool.
His mind wandered back to what Kira had done to him.. the memory made a tear roll down subconsciously along his cheek.
FLASHBACK
L watched as Kira threw the knife into the air, watching it spin a twice before catching it a moment later only to smirk down sadistically towards the weakened detective on the floor. His red eyes bore holes into L's dark ones, the intensely fiery gaze making a spike of fear grow deep down in L's mind.
He wasn't sure if he would make it through this time. Last time had been bad enough. Kira approached him slowly, savoring the fearful expression of the pale man as if it was pure honey.
He crouched down, knife in his hand whilst seeing as L flinched from his closeness, only making him chuckle with amusement.
"Sweet, sweet L. Don't fear me.." he murmured with mock kindness and sarcasm dripping from his voice. He stood up, gripping firmly onto L's arm and in the process pulling the hurting individual up with him. He ignored the cries L let out, only holding his back against his chest so he wouldn't fall back down knowing that if he'd let L stand on his own his knees would budge instantly. The demon possessing Light's body breathed in L's scent before sighing.
The embrace looked almost lovingly, until Kira spoke again.
"This time, not only will I cut your beautiful skin, but your heart and your soul too. And oh, it'll hurt, I'll make sure of that." Kira promised, turning L around in his arms with a smirk once again present on his lips once he saw the raven's eyes tear up in horror.
"Don't look so worried, if you don't struggle I'll praise you.. You might even enjoy it." Kira whispered with a wicked wink. L's eyes widened even further as he got the meaning of what Kira just told him.
He wasn't.. he wasn't honestly going to.. take L against his force for real..?
END OF FLASHBACK
L's whole body ached and he felt sleepy, being so afraid tired him out. Though, a certain illness kept him from dozing off, the want to throw up. Kira's sadistic smile was still fresh in his memory, sickening him. He wondered if Light had awoke yet.
Not that he'd fallen asleep or anything, but each time Kira's time of possessing Light's body on his own ran out he would go into some state of hypnotism. It was as if he turned into a statue, staring straight ahead, non-reactive. That was when L took his chances to escape, it had taken all his strength to crawl all the way to the bathroom and lock the door. He'd felt utterly exhausted but hadn't been able to stop crying at first.
L tried to listen for any signs or sounds of someone moving or speaking, but there was nothing but silence outside the door at the moment. He rested his head on the cool tiles, the cold calming against his temple as he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes slowly. Once he did, not only did darkness fall over his vision but also his mind as sleep slowly took him away for the next few hours.
In the living room:
Light's gaze was locked onto the wall before him, he felt completely immobile. Slowly, he started to come back to his sences, realizing he was sitting down with his back to the wall behind him. He felt his muscles respond to his commands as he moved his head, looking down at himself. He felt something metallic in his hand.
A knife.
A knife.
Light's eyes went wide at the sight, because, slowly dripping down along the knife, some of it already dried, was dark blood. In fear he threw the blade on the floor, heart beat picking up. He started to frantically look at himself, his arms, lifting his shirt, everywhere. He just wished, prayed, begged that the blood was his. His own.
Because he knew, that if it wasn't, there was only somebody else that could possibly have been hurt by this blade.
Then, again, the memories returned to him, everything he did to L was replayed in his mind. It was how Kira tortured him, through hurting Light's beloved and then reminding him over and over again how he'd failed to protect his love. The caramel haired boy's breaths turned uneven, hyperventilating.
L would probably be safer if he just disappeared. Went gone. Died. As long as he wasn't close to L he would be safe. Light had already let Kira hurt him enough, the first time was already one too many. Light saw the blade again, if he died.. would the demon die with him..?
Author's note:
Hope you liked this chapter, please R&R and tell me what you think about the storyline this far! I really appreciate constructive criticism too as English is not my first nor my second language ^.^
Have a wonderful day,
Detonator :3
