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CHAPTER 4
"And what, pray tell, inspired you to skin that innocent boy alive?" Venom emanated from the dangerously stoic line as L questioned Bel's most recent pursuit. B merely looked on, finding the whole drama entertaining, amusing even, as he gobbled his popcorn. Perhaps the only thing that irked him was that he never got to find a suitable target and had to settle with being the self-proclaimed prince's accomplice.
Belphegor shrugged. "The Prince need not explain himself to peasants." The defense came as smugly as intended, triggering a sly grin at L's fruitless attempts to elicit a rational explanation. "And here I was, so moved to believing that you were genius."
B laughed in glee. L sighed. He could sense where this was going at. "Your attempt to catch me off guard is futile. After all the reason is quite simple; while I have, even B has some, set of preferences…" he trailed off, purposefully allowing the other to finish.
"Ashishishi, you got it~ The Prince simply takes everything for himself."
B raised his hand as if calling the teacher's attention. "But do make sure not to ravage what's mine."
"Nor should you bother, B, as Bel will surely not comply." L glanced at the blonde who bowed in return.
"Right you are."
Once again, boredom permeated in the three's senses faster than B could swallow his thirteenth intake of popcorn. And somehow Bel ended up recounting in vivid details how he went up and about in performing his "melodious symphony" just to pass off the time.
Only hours had passed since they came back from their night time escapades, the third since Belphegor had arrived, and yet he could still feel the need to let loose.
He remembered standing there on the windowsill, revelling in the gushes of chilling wind that caressed his soft skin. Why was it so suspiciously easy to escape from the orphanage anyway? It was as if they encouraged it, and every night was a performance gauging their skills. How disappointing. Never had the city been so deserted this time of the night. He scanned the area; perhaps if he couldn't find a victim there are other things that might alleviate his boredom.
Don't count on it.
"Ah, this is great." His head snapped in the direction of the voice, eyes covered in a sweep of blonde hair squinting to catch a glimpse of the sole pedestrian. The particular boy was feeling particularly jovial for in his hand he clutched the fruits of his labor. If things went well, he could even save enough for school.
With a flick of the wrist, the knife swished gracefully from Bel's hand and slashed the lad's neck. The Prince aimed for another at his back and aimed next for the guts. Hit. The boy's eyes widened in shock, all thoughts replaced by sheer agony and he collapsed forward – where the wires were. An ear-splitting scream resounded in the darkness of the night, triggering goose bumps in his skin. Simply exhilarating! And ah, he could see it. The skin being peeled off by the lines as gravity pulled the hapless victim down. Like a spotlight the clouds uncovered the moon at that time, revealing a mangled mess of a human. Or what remained of it. And gods was the blood abundant…flowing like river, no, a majestic fountain fit for royalty! Perfect. So perfect was the scenario that he squealed in delight even as he simply recalled the moment. L abruptly bid him to shut it.
Blood. The need to commit wonderful slashing and to savor screams of agony increased by the tick of the second. "I need some fresh air." He gripped the side of the windows. And he leaped out once again to kill time.
L willed his lids to open. "I think the same," he said to no one in particular and followed suit. B, however, was in no mood to follow. Lying half face down on the bunker, he let his arms limp on one side with a sheathed switchblade in hand. The sound of tapping on the bed's metal frame rippled through the soundless room.
Tap.
Tap.
"Let me see your numbers, dear…"
Tap.
"…trust these eyes-"
Tap.
Tap.
"-and never again fear."
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"'Cause…I will end your suffering…"
There was no need to go anywhere else after all. He sat up, chuckling to himself. All along a grand source of targets gathered in this little cornucopia of gifted children, and it was L who stood between prospective targets and his blade (or anything that can be used to kill really). Oh, so where is L now?
"Thanks, Bel. Heehee~"
