I wake up to a knock at my door and for a moment, I think it's Watari. I sighed, curling deeper into the warmth of the blanket, when I notice something warm pressed against my back. I blinked a few times, remembering what happened earlier in the day. I looked around, only now feeling Raito's arm over me. Did we really fall asleep like this? I turned onto my back to see him staring at me with a blank look on his face, his expression completely unreadable. He was just staring at me through the darkness, barely blinking, his fingers tapping on my side as if he was in the middle of thinking something over.
There was another knock. "Ryuuzaki-san?" Matsuda called.
"Yes." I said, still looking at Raito. "What is it?"
"Yagami-san is heading home..." He said. I imagined him fidgeting at the door.
"I'll be sure to tell Raito." I said, his fingers stilling on my side and he finally blinked. He must have been waiting for me to respond.
After several minutes of silence on the other side of the door, I slowly sit up, feeling a pain in my back. Maybe I shouldn't have been so eager... I have to admit, I was a little ashamed of myself. But... he's still here. Why? Why would he stay willingly in a room with me for more than five minutes if he wasn't trying to take over my body? "... Your father's heading home." I said quietly, surprised that I found my voice, and it came out in a near whisper.
"So I heard." He said, that usual look coming across his face again. Raito was gone... Kira was back to taunt me. "Goodbye, Ryuuzaki." He said, leaning forward. I quickly turned my head, staring down at the floor and he chuckled, reaching over to grab his pants, getting out of the bed to get dressed. "I won't be here for a few days. I'll be busy... But you won't mind, right? I'm not obligated to stay here anymore." He said as he pulled his shirt on, buttoning it again.
I suppose that if he said it just right, it would make it sound like he had plans with Amane-san that I didn't want to know or hear about. Even if he did... I don't care. This was probably the last time I'm going to see him like this, and it's the last time I want to. I haven't worked in days... and while the team has been trying to solve the Kira case, I have no need to. I already have but they wouldn't listen to me. People are dying again, and the murderer that's going around so freely is Raito. They won't listen...
"Kira-kun, I don't care what you do." I said dully. "Because... your end is near."
Raito laughed, grabbing my chin again, though more aggressively than before, making me flinch. "But yours is closer." He said, forcing a kiss on my lips. I shoved him away, glaring.
"Get out." I said one more time, hoping he really would leave.
He smirked, turning to leave, but not before smirking at me. "You really liked it... You're worse than Misa." He left, making me feel slightly nauseous at the comment and even sicker of him than before. Why had he pretended this time? For himself, to get rid of this guilt? Or... No. He wouldn't be that considerate of my feelings.
Day 12
What am I even doing back here? There's nothing but painful memories here... and shameful at that. I never particularly liked Las Angeles. It was always smoggy and hot when I went to visit, and it was always chaotic. The only upside of the city is that it may have been hot, but at least it was a dry sort of heat.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the choas, the heat, or the rotten air that bothered me the most about coming here. It was always the reason I had to be here be here. At first, it was to solve a mysterious case. Various deaths, an imposter, and the only time I worked with Naomi Misora. So much time has passed since she helped me solve this case... and so much time has passed since her death. I have no good reason for being here, except the fact that I'm feeling spiteful towards Kira. I may only have eleven more days to live, but I will make sure that this will not be an easy victory for him.
I walked into the high security prison, swiping my card along each corridor until I was able to sit down in front of the glass. I only had to wait a few minutes before the criminal I came to see sat grinning in front of me in a straight jacket(1). His gaze went above my head and he frowned, looking disappointed. "Hello, BB." I said softly, unable to pull my eyes from his red ones. "Do you know why I'm here?"
"Are you sick again?" He asked, ignoring my question. "Do you have a disease? Or are you contemplating suicide?"
"None of the above." I said flatly, trying to keep my patience. I need him to listen to me for once. This won't work without his cooperation. "I'm afraid that I cannot tell you anything except that... you know I won't be here anymore. I'm sacrificing precious time just being here, you know this." How can I ask what I need from him without risking anyone else's life in the process? I feel so selfish and so... wrong. "So I need you to listen this time, Beyond... I need you to exactly as I say- no loop holes, no excuses. No tricks."
The murderer on the other side of the glass sighed through his nose, looking as if he were really thinking about it. He had nothing to lose. He was already on death row. Even if he got captured, at least he would have a little more time to spread the chaos. "Does it involve blood?"
I rolled my eyes. He doesn't know the meaning of subtle, does he? I lowered my voice and began to speak in Russian, hoping that the guards wouldn't hear us and raise suspicion. "After I die, I need you to come to Japan and look for a boy named Raito Yagami. He is the face of Kira, but only I know this... No, more like I'm the only one that chooses to believe it." The more I spoke, the larger his smile became, his red eyes brightening with excitement. "What I need you to do... is stalk this boy. Let him see you a few times, but don't let him approach you. It's important that you keep him at a distance, but let him get a clear view of you."
Beyond giggled in his maniacal way. I know that even Kira would tremble before him. That fills me with a sort of self-righteous joy. "I didn't know you were the type to plan revenge, Lawlie... I could kiss you." He replied back to me in Russian, a smirk on his face.
"Remember what I said, BB... Do not hurt him in anyway and don't touch him or talk to him."
"Right... You won't let me have a little fun, will you? Typiclal of you, Lawlipop." He teased, his grin growing by the minute.
I leaned in towards the glass, giving him a dark look. "If you do something to mess this up, BB, I will personally come back from the grave and haunt you until you're nothing but a miserable bag of bones." I warned.
Beyond Birthday only looked amused, raising an eyebrow. "How could I break my word to you? You're the only one that trusts me."
I felt my stomach flip. Have I really lowered myself to this? Asking a psychopathic killer to help avenge me after I'm long gone? I scoffed and stood up.
"Be seeing you, Lawlie." He said casually, and I could see the tip of his fingers coming through the straight jacket, waving at me as I left.
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1: I'm assuming that people who are bound in straight jackets in prison aren't allowed visitation rights but seeing as this is a fanfic I can break a logical rule or two.
