Note: Yay! Another chapter!(OAO) But I still think it sucks. Anyways onward with the story!
I continue my run into the moon-lit night, the cold air hitting my body and chilling my finger till they're numb. I wiggle them a bit to make sure they are still there, and chuckle at the memory that comes quickly to mind…
'Hey Beyond?' A quiet voice inquires. I look up, my black bangs slightly stabbing one of my eyes, immediately recognizing the voice. I smile and respond, 'Yes L?' 'My hand is cold,' he says quickly, but continues, 'I can't feel it.' I stare at his hand and decide to play a little with L, 'How do you know it's there? What if a monster put Popsicle instead of your fingers?' His face changes from a curious expression to a frightened one as he begins to panic. 'What do I do Beyond?!' he frantically states. I begin to give a quiet laugh and simply state, 'If you wiggle your fingers, they will come back to you, thus giving you feeling once again!' He quickly performs the task and a smile blooms on his face. 'Thanks Beyond! I can feel them again!' he triumphantly states, a smile still present on his face. Later, he had told me that he had been eating strawberry ice cream with his bare hands. I chuckle once again and realize that would be something my little Lawli would do.
My chuckle is stopped short as I continue to walk memory lane. I began to recall the point in time that my little Lawli became the great detective L and ignored me, never even looking my way. We had been close as children, even though I was younger than him, I despised the fact that Quillish Whammy took Lawliet away from me. He took my little Lawli away from me! We were meant to be together!
So, to get his love and full attention, I killed people. It started out just for attention, but once I had killed my 1st person, I loved the feel of the sick warm blood dripping on my hands, its metallic taste so settle in my mouth giving me a slight euphoria. Discovering and trying new ways to kill was thrilling, and so was the chase. The only thing I didn't like was cleaning up. It had to be precise or else I'd be caught. And with the help of my eyes, I could see when a person's death would occur. And as much as I loved killing, I loved strawberry jam. Why you ask? Simple. It reminded me of my little Lawli. But it's obvious what or rather who I love the most. In case you weren't paying attention, it's my little Lawli.
L Lawliet… even when we were young I was in love with him. He has never been ugly like the others said. He was just…different.
His wide obsidian eyes, filled with mystery and shining with intelligence. His milky white skin, as delicate as porcelain and beautiful as silk. Rosy pink lips accent his pale skin, giving them a touch of color and looking so soft and delicious. His body, a lithe figure, stretching and moving as he arises, his strong toned muscles hiding and wrapped with skin as smooth as velvet… His hair a jet black that is smooth to the touch, which cascades across his face, and sticks up in different directions. He was a true beauty, a dark beauty that captivated me to no end. My love for him is everlasting, never to be broken.
I smile at the mental image that floats to me, L's skin exposed and him covering his mid-section with a red silk sheet and a blush that blooms on his face as he gazes under his thick eyelashes. I become aroused, but a strong gust of wind pulls me from my previous thought as I once again worry about my little Lawli! But I react to the gust and look up, seeing a shadowy figure appear before me. I wonder who it is and look at the figure, trying to find a name and a life span.
I find none.
I cannot believe that I can't find a name. The figure approaches me and finally comes into sight. My eyes begin to search once again for a name but still, nothing comes up. But once I realize what it is, my eyes widen, and I become not frightened, but surprised at who I'm looking at.
A shinigami.
I look into its glowing red eyes and smile. I never thought that I would actually meet a shinigami, and I remember L said they weren't real. And I recall the events of my eyes and the research I put in to find out my abilities. The only thing that came up was the term 'shinigami eyes' which allowed the user to see the name and life span of humans.
The shinigami was tall, and had a strange wide smile that showed off his sharp teeth. His eyes were red, but followed by a strange yellow, and finally framed with a black rim that extended outward, ending at a point. His dead gray skin sown to his leather 'clothes' that hugged his skinny form tightly and black feathers piled upon his shoulders. Chains and studded belts adorned his hips, showing a holder containing a small black book and a pen that had a skull on it. Two black wings tucked behind him, and he began to laugh.
'Hyuk hyuk hyuk… Hello again. Do you remember me?' the shinigami stated. I began to think back and search for an answer. I open my mouth, but quickly close it, not knowing what to say. I look up at the shinigami and try to remember his face and a feeling of familiarity bubbles up in my throat. Then, it hits me. My lips pull upward into a small smile as I whisper,
'Hello Ryuk.'
