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"Near, what seems to be the problem? Why wouldn't you release this information over the phone?"
"Was it really that important?"
"Near, please!"
"Gentlemen! Please. There should be no worries. There's just a small problem that needs to be attended to, and that is all."
"Well, what is it?"
"We seem to have ourselves a new… Kira."
Matsuda walked down the hallway to his room, quietly as possible passing Ryuzaki's. It had been three days since the incident with him, and ever since that point, he had avoided the psycho. Everytime he would sneak to his room and out, (which was quite often) he would be frightened to the point where he wanted so much as to just run away from it all. Just yesterday, he had stayed at a hotel for the night, afraid to face anyone who knew L. Today, he stayed out, walking through town 'til the evening, unto now.
The floor creaked beneath his feet, he stopped suddenly, listening for any signs of waking Ryuzaki. He breathed a deep, quiet sigh as it was clear he had not disturbed him. The thought of Ryuzaki, sitting on his bed, sleepless, staring at the door, seeing his innocent shadow from underneath the door made him shudder.
He proceeded to his own door, breathing yet another sigh as he turned the handle and pushed. Inside it was pitch black, he searched clumsily for the small lamp on his bedside table. Giving up, he decided to just strip to his boxers in the dark. He stood, his back facing the foot of the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt. The white fabric flew across the room to a hamper along with his black jacket and red tie.
As he began to undo his belt, he felt something bite his arm, he shrugged it off. Another, yet colder pierced the back of his neck. Automatically, he flinched, soon after, gasping as a pair of hands grabbed his and roughly forced them behind his back. Matsuda struggled and clenched his teeth as the cold thing dug deeper into his skin. A pair of lips touched his cheek, then grazed his ear slightly. A jolt of fear surged rapidly through his body as he heard the deep, threatening voice. "Where have you been, my dear Matsuda? I sincerely hope you haven't been avoiding me." The cool lips didn't move from his ear as the killer spoke slowly. The thing dug deeper into his neck, causing Matsuda to hiss in pain. "Answer me. You don't have many warnings."
"I wasn't av-voiding you Ryuz-zaki."
"Then what do you call staying away from me for a whole night? I waited for you to come, but you never did." Ryuzaki's voice was dark, but somehow playful and childish, sarcastic. "I was staying a night at my g-girlfriends house." The thing slid down, drawing more blood and causing Matsuda to thrash wildly. Ryuzaki spun them both and threw him onto the bed, trapped beneath the psycho. "My, my. Although you do have…. Beautiful abs. " He ran his free hand over Matsuda's chest, making him shudder." "Who would want a plain, jackass, total freak loser such as yourself? Don't even answer, its not worth my time." He smiled evilly at Matsuda's terribly pained expression. "I know, Matsuda. I know where you were. When I said I would hunt you down if you told the police anything…" He bent down to his cheek and spoke softly. "I meant I would find you if you didn't come home to me." Ryuzaki kissed his cheek once more, then disappeared, completely gone. Matsuda couldn't find the strength to move, only tremble, with tears streaming down his face, his body feeling violated from Ryuzaki's touch. Within hours he had drifted to sleep, in the same position the killer had left him.
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