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Speechless

By Sjezza

Chapter 7: Guns and Fears

~ Unknown location ~

The lone teenager was once again leaning over his computer. Just like every other visit, the room was so dark one could not make out much of his features. The only light source was once again the laptop standing on top of the desk. The screen lit the lower part of the man his face, which showed a slight scowl on his face.

"You just love watching me take the more difficult route, don't you Ryuk?" the teen muttered softly, sounding slightly annoyed.

The teenager was staring at the screen in front of him, tapping the end of the pen he was holding against his chin in a quick, steady rhythm. Instead of the difficult programs, codes and especially typing speed of the loner was used to, the screen displayed just an ordinary photograph.

For the next five minutes, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the soft patting of the pencil against the his face and the soft whirling coming from the computer.

Breaking out of his thoughts, the young man sighed and pulled himself and the chair towards the small TV that was standing at on the right side of desk. He switched it on, changed the channel onto the news. He returned to his previous spot and returned his attention back to the computer.

He easily got back into his previous position, leaning the side of his face on his hand. It was as if he hadn't moved at all. The only difference was the soft sound that came from the television.

The shadow continued to sit there for a while, and his eyes formed a dazed look as he stared at the photo. Although it wasn't really known what the teenager was thinking, he did seem slightly troubled.

Silence.

Something seemed to get him out of his reverie when a twitch appeared in his right eye. He persistently kept staring at the screen though.

More silence.

Another twitch emerged. This time, it was a bit stronger than the last one. There was an undertone of a growl, which the teen refused to let go when he answered the previous silence.

"No, I don't have any left" the shadow nearly snarled and quickly continued before the silence could once again interrupt.

" And no, I can't get any more either I would have if you had helped me but-" The teenager's eyes left the screen in irritation and turned his attention for a small second towards the empty space near the door.

His hand had stopped its movement, and the end of the pen was resting on his chin. His eyes betrayed his disinterest in whatever the empty space was telling him.

"I don't care about any reactions you get. It's not my fault you are addicted to them. I gave you an offer and you declined," he stated.

The tone the loner had said it in showed that no discussion was possible, but it seemed that to whatever the statement was directed to be was oblivious to this or either ignored it. The teen finally went over his limit of patience, and he let his glower escape.

"Ryuk" The voice was warning the empty space.

The invisible shadow seemed to comply since the figure stopped the deathly glare he had been sending the spot. Though it was also possible that the loner had given up, as the empty space in his room was getting used to the glares.

Either way, the figure turned his focus back at the picture, once again moving the pen in thought. The teen stared into the distance, eyes unfocussed, while the news reporter started blabbering about today's happenings.

Nothing interesting seemed to pass by until a photo appeared of an ugly man, who was clearly a drug addict. He seemed like the sort of person you didn't want to have near you.

"At noon, Kiichiro Osoreda robbed a bank in the Kanto district. The robber failed to take the money when the police had arrived after a warning from an anonymous call. He escaped afterwards without the money and shot a teller and two costumers in the process. Kiichiro Osoreda is dangerous and any information about this man should be directly passed on to the-"

The young man's head perked up a little bit and turned to the small TV.

The teen stared at the photo and the name of the man, before he quickly noted the man's name down on a blank piece of paper. He stared at the name for a minute or two before something seemed to flash in the shadow of his eyes.

They widened for a second at the sudden inspiration that had crept up in his mind. The shadow stared in wonder at the paper, as if checking if it really was there, before a creepy grin appeared on his lips. Being brightened by the luminous light of the screen, his teeth appeared even sharper.

He opened the drawer of the desk and took out a familiar black notebook. He flipped it open on the first page and stared at the written instructions. The grin that had remained on his face the whole time seemed to become even more malicious.

"Ryuk is it true that you can manipulate the person whose name is written down, down to the detail, as long as no other names are written down in it and it is within the six minutes and forty seconds?"

A scary inhuman laugh flowed through the room, and the teen smirked only more wickedly when he took it as confirmation.

"I think I'll have to start testing it but then I need more criminals," the teen pondered out loud.

The eyes flickered back to the monitor of his laptop. The unpleasantness in his smile ceased when his attention was directed towards the photo. He still needed to get into his computer to get into the database and he now had something he could test the situation with

He reached with his hand to the computer screen, trailing the figure with his fingers.

"You're going to the amusement park tomorrow, aren't you?"

The young man pulled his hand back, put the end of his pen in his mouth, and started chewing on it again.

"I'm sure you would understand," the teen said to the picture, glancing at the blue diary that was on his lap the whole time.

"I'm sure you do," the young man repeated while flipping through the Diary, before he put it on the top of his desk next to the black notebook.

The shadow frowned in thought.

Now, what to write

The picture of Raito Yagami stayed on the screen for the rest of the night.

~ Scene break – Raitos Room ~

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!

I woke up and let out a groan when my alarm clock went off.

I turned around in my bed and started waving my hand into the direction of my nightstand where the doomed sound was coming from.

Some movements later, it came in contact with the damn object, and I ran my fingers across the surface to find the button that would make an end to that annoying sound.

My fingers felt a change in the surface and soon they recognized it as the key to cease the loud noise. A soft click that was muffled by the noise was heard and a blessed silence was spread over the room. A content sigh escaped my mouth.

Normally, I was someone who could jump out of bed without any hesitation. Today seemed to be an exception, though. Everyone made some exceptions from time to time occasionally.

I rolled back on my chest and burrowed a bit deeper into the warmth of my bed sheets, deciding that it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed in just a little longer. After all, I didn't have school today.

I could feel the sun shining on my face and heard my mother moving about downstairs. Peering through my eyes, I saw that the sky was blue, except for some little puffy clouds. The silence of this peaceful morning was very welcoming. It allowed my brain to start up, as it was still a bit sluggish in the morning.

This peace didn't last long, though.

I groaned in agony when I felt another shiver run down my back without warning. The warmth of my bed had soon disappeared into nothingness when the chill took over. It was soon gone, and my body twitched a bit to get rid of that annoying phantom that would always linger a bit longer than necessary.

I groaned and threw off my bed sheets, its spell on me broken, since the warmth no longer being the reason to stay in bed. From habit, I shifted onto my back stared at my ceiling, bending my arms behind my neck.

My mind always started wandering when I looked at the smooth, white surface above my bed.

What would I do without my dear ceiling when I wake up? I mused. Looking back at the amount of times I had studied it over the years, I was certain to know every spot. It was actually a bit disturbing, but I didn't really mind, because it had a calming effect on me.

I stared at it for about five minutes when my arm suddenly moved back to the nightstand, and the alarm clock only had the chance to give one bleep before it was silenced again.

That damn object was so predictable.

I yawned. Last night had been a rather sleepless night. My mind just hadn't been able to pause itself.

It was as if it knew something was going to happen. A sense of foreboding

That's ridiculous.

I rolled on my side and pushed my head in my cool pillow, shutting out the light that was entering my eyes. I really felt like going back to sleep, but I knew I had to get out.

I had to do something today

Oh, right. I have to go to the amusement park with Shiori, I reminded myself.

With a sleepy mutter, I removed my head from my pillow and climbed out of bed. Nearly falling on the ground in the process, my feet were helplessly caught in the sheets. It seemed my brain hadn't caught up just yet. Some coffee might do me good.

Stumbling out of my bed, I automatically made up my bed. Not really glancing at it when I was done, since I knew I had done it neatly, I stood in the middle of the room.

I stretched, bringing my arms over my head and making myself as long as possible. When I was done, I rolled my shoulders, and glanced at the sun that was shining over the houses.

It was a sunny day. Good.

I groaned when I heard something pop in my back and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

Shuffling towards my closet, I took out some clothes that would be suitable for going to the amusement park and walked to the bathroom. Giving one last longing glance in the direction of the comfy and warm bed, I left the room.

I wish I could stay in bed.

~ Diary ~

Maybe I should have really stayed in bed I should have trusted my gut instinct, but did I listen? No, I had to be ignorant again I guess that proves once again that Im not at all that perfect.

I should have stayed in bed

~ Scene break – Bus ~

I should I had stayed in bed, I thought wearily.

I was currently sitting very straight in the seating of the bus. I was tense, and my feet were firmly planted on the ground, to make sure I could move at any time notice.

I glanced to my left, where Shiori was sitting next to me. I was happy that she had taken the seat next to the window. She was holding her arms around her in fear, and I subtly moved myself that she could lean a bit on me.

She immediately seemed to get my intention of comforting her. She took my hand and squeezed it in thanks, seemingly a little more assured, and trembled a bit less than before. Her eyes didn't leave the man standing in front of the bus the whole time though.

Speaking of which

My eyes followed the direction in which she was looking, and I really felt like letting a tired sigh escape.

Out of all the buses I could have taken this morning, I just had to take the bus that was going to be hijacked.

I glared at the revolting man standing in the front of the bus. He was shouting at the chauffeur, who was trembling in fear. The gun was still shoved in his face when the man shouted his demands over the phone. I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the bus driver, knowing how scared the man should be feeling.

I studied the hijacker. It wasn't difficult to know where I had seen him before. I remembered the man easily from the news yesterday. He had killed people in a robbery, so I didn't doubt that he would hesitate to take another life.

I carefully looked further around the bus. Luckily, there were not many people in the bus, since it was still quite early.

That was about the most positive thing I could think of.

I saw an elderly couple sitting in the front of the bus. The elderly husband was trying to shield his wife away from the bus-hijacker. There was another couple on the left, and a mother and a child halfway. I also knew that someone was sitting behind us, but I didn't need to look for confirmation.

I was sure I had seen him taking a seat behind us. The man in black had come in at the same bus stop Shiori and I had. He had black hair and had a bit of Asian characteristics in him, but I didn't think he came from Japan himself. He was most likely an outsider.

The unsettling part was that I had the feeling that I had seen him before.

From somewhere. I didn't care enough to make other connections at the moment.

What was more disturbing was that I had been having this chilling feeling in the nape of my neck as soon as I had entered the bus. I just knew that something wasn't right.

I had known as soon as I entered the bus, but I had refused to leave the bus just because of a stupid feeling, which most likely was something in my head, too.

But looking at the situation

I shook my head. This wasn't the moment to think about it, I reminded myself. Instead, I steadily redirected my gaze on the hijacker.

More important, what am I going to do about him?

I rapped my fingers on my knee, thinking. The only valid problem about the man was his gun. I merely needed to get close enough so that I could restrain him from the side. It would be easy. With my fighting lessons and my father's emergencies lessons, it should be a simple dive.

Although

I glanced behind me through the corner of my eyes. That man there is something off about him. The way he had followed us into the bus.

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. Could he be his accomplice? If that is the case, I'll be in trouble when I get the hijacker. There might be a chance of me getting the gun and immediately pointing it towards him, but then I will leave my back open for attack for the first man an- I was broken from my thought when I felt a tug at my sleeve and tensed.

My eyes were locked with Shiori's, who was slowly shaking her head. She looked worried. I blinked in surprise, being brought back to reality. I realized just a few seconds would have passed, since my thoughts went very fast, but she should have noted my 'plotting-mode.'

It was the nickname she had given the manner in which I act when I was complicating about something or finding a solution... Or so she said. She had only seen it once before.

Though that had been just me thinking deeply about a possible solution to stop those stupid shivers.

I just squeezed her hand a bit firmer, but this didn't seem to reassure her anymore. Having no other option, I turned my eyes away from her, letting her know I wasn't going to listen to any of her objections. I felt her shrink a bit next to me. My dismissal had most likely hurt her a bit.

I didn't really feel guilty of hurting her like that. I was going to do this if I needed it. There was no way I was going to let someone get hurt or myself, for the matter. I straightened a bit when I noticed that the hijacker was walking towards us.

He was glancing at every passenger when he passed and demanded the mother to hand over her jewelry. Said woman did so with some hesitation. They were most likely a present from a loved one, in the way she handled the necklace. He grabbed it roughly from her and put it in his pocket.

He took his attention off the woman and started towards our direction. I tensed when he stopped just the row before our seats. He glanced at me and I had to withhold a glare from escaping.

Then the unappealing man narrowed his eyes and turned the gun at us. I shifted myself automatically in front of Shiori.

For a moment, I thought he was glaring at me but then noticed he was looking just over my head. Quickly glancing back, I noted that the man behind us was staring at the man, too. He was looking overwrought, and I could practically see some sweat running down his forehead.

I glanced back at the hijacker and made some observations. The way he glared was different from glaring at someone you knew, I realized. Or at least he didn't seem to trust the man. That comforted me somewhat. That meant that the man behind us was most likely no accomplice of his. However, his gun was still pointed into at me, which was a bit too close much for my liking. I had to take the gun now.

If he just comes a bit closer I thought, preparing myself for a launch but never had the chance.

Simply said Everything went very fast.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the black-haired man behind me get something shiny out of jacket and into his hand. I tensed and intended to jump towards the hijacker. Unfortunately, I had no time to take any action when I was suddenly pulled roughly out of the chair by the hijacker himself. I heard Shiori cry out in shock and fear.

Caught off guard, I fell forward and had to use my arms to keep myself from falling completely in the aisle. A hand vigorously grabbed me by my collar, and then too fast for me to react, held his arm around my neck. Automatically, I started struggling against the weak hold of the man.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

I would have easily broken free, but I quickly froze when I felt something rest against my head.

It was cold.

It was hard.

It was a gun.

Shit.

~ Scene break – Kanto District ~

Meanwhile, a lone teenager was strolling down the street. His hand in his pockets and he had pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, hiding his hair and upper face. The hoody was a greyish-brown color and was most likely a bit too big for the figure.

His head was tilted down, making it impossible for any passerby to see his face. A pair of white threads went from his right pocket to his head under the hoody. It was most like an iPod, whichs volume seemed to be as loud as possible.

Even though the people passing him couldn't see his face, they didn't seem to think anything of it. After all, he was most likely just one of those gang members and trying to follow their awful fashion sense.

In return, the teen ignored them, dismissing the few glances he got. He walked through the streets, which got emptier the closer he got to his destination.

Eventually, he was in a peaceful neighborhood. It was quiet since most people were working, and the children had gone to a playground nearby. Walking just a little further, the teen stopped and glanced at the house his target lived in.

He seemed to check the windows carefully from a distance and walked a bit further till the corner of the street. He paused at the lantern post and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He raised them to eyelevel, inspecting his leather gloves for anything that he might accidently leave behind.

Content, the teen glanced to the location of his target's room, together with the small balcony he knew was there.

The lower part of the teen's face became visible when he looked up. A smirk appeared on his lips when he studied the balcony.

It couldn't be easier.

About five minutes later, the teen was standing in a familiar room. The door of the balcony left open behind him. He carelessly walked around the room, noting the nice made bed and the tidiness of the room. His eyes glanced over the books in the bookshelves, but he didn't seem to be surprised by anything.

He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, noticing the time. He quickly moved towards the computer at the desk. He moved quietly, not wanting to alert anyone in the house. He hadn't seen anyone through the windows before, but he didn't want to take any risks.

He pulled out a small box from his jacket and put it down on the floor. He opened it, which showed all kinds of instruments. He then turned towards the computer and placed it onto the floor. He turned it around and started working with the screwdriver.

This might be taking a while.

Good thing he knew that the owner of the room wouldn't be coming home for a while.

~Diary~

Sometimes I wonder, whether I have some invisible sign above my head that says target for near-death experiences right here! or something in that direction because that had been the freaking second time that I had a very deadly weapon within my personal bubble.

What do you think, non-existent-diary-essence?

Anyway, as I was saying, the hijacker.

~ Scene break – Bus ~

I had a freaking gun held up against my head.

A freaking gun A weapon that can kill people with a single pull of the trigger.

That could kill me with one pull of the trigger.

Shit.

This was proof that I had the worst luck ever.

I wish I really really had stayed in bed.

My eyes glanced at the gun I could see shining in the corner of my eyes. I had to take action now.

Not surprisingly, my brain activity sped up significantly as soon as I felt the cold metal being pushed against my face.

If there was one thing someone should never underestimate about me, it was the power of my brain. It was now activated to its highest ability, and the information my senses gave me was sorted just as quickly. Chances, scenarios, and plans flowed into in my mind with unbelievable speed.

Time seemed to slow down around me. I heard the hijacker shouting something and noted the black-haired man move his hand with the gun slowly down. He kept holding it, though, just like he should.

He was talking, too, but I didn't really register what he said, neither did I really register that Shiori was crying openly and shouting something.

The only things that I could currently focus on were the possible scenarios and the chances of pulling it off without anyone getting hurt or worse.

The chance of the man shooting me through the head when provoked was ninety percent.

The chance of the mysterious outsider to shoot the man before he shot me or anyone else was less than ten percent.

The chance of the hijacker deciding to run away when provoked was less than three percent.

The chance of me restraining the man with the trick my father taught me was about sixty-eight percent.

So the highest chance of success was

Damn.

I turned back to reality, although I knew I nearly hadn't missed anything. I noted the outsider biting his lip in uncertainty, though he was hiding it well enough. At the same time, he said something to the hijacker something in the lines of not shooting me or he would be gone, too. I absently noticed he was using some intimidation tricks my father had told me about.

The reactions were always different, and it was a risky approach, though

I held my breath when I heard something click in the gun.

Nothing happened

So luckily, the intimidation seemed to work. This was confirmed when I felt the man tighten his hold on me, but that wasn't what I wanted. I couldn't grab his gun like that.

Deciding that I had to get the gun quickly, I struggled just a little bit, which only caused the man to shove the gun against my face harder.

I forced myself to ignore the cold object withheld against my temple and ceased my struggling just a little bit. Just to make the man think I had listened to him. However, what he didn't know that he also relaxed his hold on me when I did.

It was a reaction that most people werent aware of.

It costs him energy to keep his hold on me firm the whole time, and the man most definitely didn't possess that strength. He would relax when he though he had control over me, I knew. Even if it was just a bit.

Too bad for him I was aware of this little habit.

With this in mind, I forced myself to relax some more till I felt that the hold was weak enough. The man in black was still talking to the hijacker, and I stared at him. He suddenly glanced at me, and his eyes widened just a little bit when he noticed that I didn't hide the determination I was feeling.

I shifted my eyes in Shiori's direction and repeated it a couple of times. The man kept talking as if nothing happened to the hijacker, but I knew he had seen my gesture. I saw him subtly nod his head a little, and that was all I needed.

As fast as I could, I lunged with my arm towards the gun, forcing it up.

A shot was heard, accompanied by the cries of the people in the bus, but I forced myself to continue.

My body was reacting to everything, and my mind was only focused on the gun. The succession percentage had just gone up, it realized.

I jumped up and twisted the arm from the attacker in a smooth motion on his back. He started walking back towards the front of the bus, trying to keep the gun out of my range, but I was already standing. My hand ran to the gun, and another shot was heard.

Got it!

I was now holding his hand with the gun and pushed him against an empty seat, attempting to make him lose his balance. It didn't work, and I was forced to let the arm, which I had turned on his back, go in favor of having another hand free to grab the gun.

Another bullet was released when I touched the gun with my other hand.

The man was going crazy.

I was now holding the hand with two hands and forced it up, making sure he wouldn't hit anyone.

However, the man didn't let me take it that easily. He also had another hand free and managed to get the grip on the pistol with two hands. In the commotion, I quickly glanced at the black-haired man, who was now standing next to Shiori.

I saw him pointing the gun in both our direction and prayed that he would not shoot. Shiori was clinging to his arm, most likely trying to get the gun of the outsider away from my wa). Hastily, I focused my attention back at the hijacker.

Another shot was heard more crying.

I nearly had it. I knew it.

I tried to wrench it out of his hand, holding the pointed towards the roof the whole time.

Nearly!

Suddenly, the bus decelerated, and we were both slung forward, none of us having anything to hold onto. I felt the man tense. I wasn't surprised when two shots were heard and some glass breaking. I lost my balance when the man's weight abruptly thrown against me from the inertia.

Damn Newton's First Law of Motion.

I lost my balance and fell back, my hands losing grip of the now slippery object.

I was thrown to the ground and cursed-obviously not out loud, though I would have if I had been able to-when I lost hold on the gun. I pushed myself up from the ground, where I had landed on my back, and froze. I was leaning on my elbows, sprawled over the ground, and knew that I wouldn't be able to stand up or grab it.

I stared at the object in front of me, pointed between my eyes.

The hijacker seemed to be surprised for a moment before he realized he was in control again. I panicked, knowing there was no way I could get away in time. I heard people cry out in the background. I saw Shiori struggle against the hold of the outsider.

A crazy grin appeared on hijacker's face, and I discovered the slow-motion state had forced my mind to drag even more than it had before.

People started screaming. I saw the man in black behind the man slowly raise his own gun.

He wouldn't be fast enough, though.

I stared in horror as the hijacker's hand tense, his finger tighten around the trigger

The black-haired man raised his gun as a shadow behind him

"Light!" Shiori.

"Stop!" The mysterious guy.

"Good-bye, kid!" The hijacker.

My eyes widened

People screamed

My heart skipped a beat

I froze

Shit

~ Scene break – Unknown location ~

The teen smirked when he entered the database of the NPA.

Who knew this would be so easy? The young man thought as he removed his greyish-brown hoody and dropped it on the ground next to his chair. He turned himself back to the computer, but not before he took an apple out of the bag he had taken with him.

He threw the apple into the air behind him without even looking.

"Here, for checking out the entertainment" he explained to the empty spot when the apple froze in the air.

"Now, I know that everything works as long I write down the details; the only thing left is that I have to find out the limits of the notebook," the teen muttered before scanning through a list filled with criminals.

"Good thing that I got enough filth to experiment with," the teen said happily when he took a bit from his own apple. He cleaned the corners of his mouth and took a pen out of his drawer and leaned over the black notebook.

He scrolled through the file and grinned.

"Let the game begin, L. Let the game begin."

- TBC -

I'm mean aren't I?

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