I hope all my loverly readers had a good weekend! I know I did. Now I'm going to write chapter two of this chill story, bros.
Disclaimer: I still don't and never will own Death Note
"We could do it you know." The words stunned me, I'd been lounging, almost asleep in our small attic. My eyes shot open, and I sat up, turning to look at Beyond. We were both eleven, and already the insanity had begun to eat away at his body. He was thin, almost grotesquely so, his hair had gotten longer and it still stuck up in random places. But the biggest changes were in his eyes, when I had first met him, Beyond had looked startlingly human, and now that was almost gone. His eyes held a strange, animalistic light to them that I couldn't decipher.
"Do what?" It had taken me some time to find my voice. It was clear by his dazed look that he was still lost in thought. Slowly, his eyes flickered over me, those beautiful red orbs trailing over my face, taking in every detail. It was then that I had begun to realize that I loved him. It wasn't the sweet, childlike romance that you'd expect. It was something intense, something that I was far too young for. But it was there, just beneath the veil of innocence.
He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated that I wasn't more attuned to his thoughts. "Escape." I stared at him blankly, I couldn't quite understand what he wanted. "Run away. Leave this place. You and I could do it." He elaborated finally, and fear sunk deep into my chest when I realized what he was planning.
"No." I said the word without much thought. "No, we couldn't do it. We won't do it." I stressed, but he was lost in though again. Somehow I knew, even then, that he'd be able to talk me into it. But I would fight, I wouldn't let him have that kind of control over me. He'd been losing it slowly, the other children feared him. But not me, I would never be afraid of him.
"I want to," he said softly, almost pleadingly. He turned to look out the window, drawing his knees tight against his chest and resting his chin upon them. "I hate it here, this isn't where I belong." He reached idly between his feet, picking up his jelly jar and stared at it blankly. There were so many emotions running behind those gorgeous red eyes, I could feel it. They were turned away from me, and still I could sense the emotions. Anger, fear, loneliness, they radiated off of him.
"But you are here. I'm here. We belong together." I said, my voice shook with the truth of my words. Wherever he was, I needed to be there, too. I couldn't imagine my life without him, he was my best friend, and soon he'd be my lover. He was quiet for a long moment, and I was beginning to miss the sound of his voice. Then he turned to look at me, his eyes caught the sunlight from the window turning them even more vibrant, making him appear supernatural.
"That's why you need to come with me." His words resonated deep within my chest. It wasn't just a request anymore, it was a demand. I had to come with him. There was no talking him out of this, it was just a fact. He was going to leave, and he needed me to survive. He was mentally ill, everyone could tell, there were times when he talked to someone none of us could see, he screamed about numbers floating above people's heads, and he was always scarily good at guessing someone's demise. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, nodding softly.
"O-Okay." I said and he smiled, his eyes lighting up as he pounced off the window seat, pulling me close to him in a suffocating hug. I squeezed him back, wrapping my arms around his skinny body and clutching the fabric of his shirt desperately. I breathed in his scent, the sweetness of strawberry jam and the darkness of insanity. It was a beautiful mixture, and I never wanted to let go of him. I couldn't breathe without him. But soon, he pulled away and we began to plot our escape.
The date of our departure came far too quickly. We were going to leave in the middle of the night, and had both packed our suitcases the night before. I had fallen asleep despite the excitement, and was awoken to a light tapping on my wrist. Beyond's hands were cold, his fingers automatically chilling my veins. I sat up, excited to see him, a smile already forming on my young face. He returned it, but again, something was off about it, it looked like someone had cracked the face of a porcelain doll. He was still beautiful to me. He was always beautiful to me.
In one hand he clasped a jar of jelly; it seemed to be his sustenance, what he lived on. I often wondered if jelly would bleed from him. But I'd never had the guts to cut him and find out. It would have hurt me to hurt him. He was wearing his usual, black garments, they hung loose and baggy off of him, his feet were bare, toes curling against the cool, hard wood of my bedroom floor. I crawled out of my bed, grabbing a shirt off my floor and pulling it over my head, he held one finger to his lips, and took my hand pulling me out of the room.
That was the last night I slept peacefully, after the night of our escape, I rarely slept again. I have bruises under my eyes; they never seem to go away.
We got out into the hallway, the snores of innocent children mocking us as we walked. I was so tired I could barely stand, but the adrenaline was fixing that quickly. I was excited, my heart was pounding against my ribcage like a caged bird. We walked slowly down the stairs, testing each one to see if it would creak before stepping down onto it. When we finally reached the dayroom, I couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"Shouldn't they keep this place guarded?" My voice made Beyond jump, and he turned to look down at me, red eyes glimmering in the little sliver of moonlight. He looked more beautiful than I'd ever seen him, standing in the silvery moonlight of the night, dirty blonde hair gleaming with a health I didn' know he possessed. His eyes were bright, demonic as he stared down at me, he was only a few inches taller. In that moment, I wanted to kiss him. I've long since regretted not doing so.
"They trust us too much." His answer was simple, as most of them were. He always seemed to get right to the point of things. I lifted on shoulder in a half shrug, running my thumb across the back of his hand before I dropped it. We didn't say anything more, only glanced at each other as we walked through the creaky orphanage. When we reached the door, it dawned on me what we were doing. We were leaving the only place that had ever loved us, our parents were gone, and we were going to leave their replacements. Tears pricked at my eyes and I tugged Beyond's hand, sniffling pathetically in the otherwise silent building.
He turned sharply to look at me and I shook my head. "I can't." I said softly and he rolled his eyes. With firm but gentle fingers he clasped my chin, holding tightly to my face so I was forced to make eye contact.
"Yes, you can. We've planned this out and I'm not giving up. Let's go." And with that he dropped my face, tightened his hold on my hand and pulled me out the front door.