AN: I might stop asking questions on a regular basis, I like feedback better :P.
Warnings: Fake Amnesia Recovery (This probably isn't how it works, but it's convenient), Abuse of word "perfect" (Only for the flow), The Usual Mild Language
Six
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Lock the doors, and board the windows
So that nobody knows where we are
We are hiding from the world
-Lock the Doors, Get Scared
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In a quiet suburban neighborhood, sits a quiet suburban house. Once upon a time, people thought it to be the epitome of perfection - not too big, not too small - and what made it so utterly flawless was the family that had once lived inside of it. There was the police officer, the one everyone was proud to say lived in their town. He was always there for social events, but never at home. There was Sachiko, the sweet, kindhearted, pie-baking, Stepford wife. Everyone knew her, the angel of the neighborhood. And there were the children, adorably impish little Sayu and her gift-from-above older brother Light. Perfect, perfect, so fucking perfect.
The perfect home housing the perfect family also housed what went around for a while as the perfect murder.
The daughter had been at a sleepover with a friend on the other side of town. The cop had been working late at the office. No one knew exactly what had become of the mother and the son, only that their blood was splattered all over his room, bodies nowhere to be found - dead or alive.
Eventually, the only thing left of them was a story.
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Ryuzaki shuffled through the house, absentmindedly nibbling on the end of his thumb. By no means was there anything impressive about the building, it was in every way shape or form, typical. And yet, there was something about the house that triggered a response in him. The more he paced through the kitchen and living room, the more he remembered, whether it had something to do with his times in the Yagami household or not. Things as irrelevant as his visiting moments at Wammy's House, when B had dared A to clean out Roger Ruvie's medicine cabinet swam into his consciousness, certain details as clear as day, and others foggy. The old Yagami house had a quaint feeling, albeit a dark one. Ryuzaki slowly started to walk towards the stairs, partly because of the memories flooding back, and partly because he simply didn't want to follow the orders of anyone, whether they had kidnapped him or not.
He paused mid-step, looking up from his feet. He could hear a voice. No, not just a voice, voices. His heart skipped a beat, he could have sworn that they were alone in the house. Once again, the notion of Raito dumping his body into a ditch returned. Ryuzaki wasn't one for eavesdropping (to quote Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind, "frankly my dear, I don't give a damn"), but he still found himself edging along the wall, being careful not too make any loud noises as he ascended the stairs.
"I've been using Rem's," Raito's clearly annoyed voice floated from behind a closed door. "So I don't have to deal with one of you things flying around all the time," he muttered indignantly. One of you things? Flying? Ryuzaki wondered for a second if the brunette was crazy, before thinking back to that one Thanksgiving. There was no doubt that he was insane, the better question was what the hell was he talking about?
"Heh heh, that hurts Raito," another voice, a gravelly male's voice sounded. "I liked Rem."
"Tch, one annoying female was enough." The bitterness in his voice suggested that was what Raito thought of all women. "Would you pass me that?" There was an awkward silence before Raito finally sighed, presumably crossing the room to get it himself.
"So is that why you came here?"
"...Somewhat." Several loud noises came from the room, drowning out whatever it was the two were saying. Raito was tearing the floorboards up, apparently whatever it was they were talking about was buried there. "And I'm sure you've noticed, but I have a guest. I'd suggest you leave."
A...guest? What exactly did this man have planned? Ryuzaki swallowed hard, cursing his own paranoia. If Raito wanted him dead, this was probably the best place to do it, and so far, he was still alive. The thought failed to reassure Ryuzaki, only making things worse.
"Why? Who is it, your boyfriend?" The second speaker asked sarcastically. A sudden, tense silence fell in the room. Well...wasn't that something? Ryuzaki could practically hear the awkwardness. He was sure that Raito was killing the speaker over and over in his own mind.
After a long pause, the brunette finally said something. "Excuse me for a moment." Ryuzaki pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath as Raito opened the door to his room, heading off down the hallway. He didn't even glimpse in Ryuzaki's direction, apparently expecting his orders to have been followed. The other person laughed, a smug "heh heh heh" before all was silent again.
The former-detective took a deep breath, slowly walking up the last few stairs. He looked down the dusty hallway, there was no Raito in sight. Ryuzaki opened the door to Raito's room a little bit wider, sliding himself into it as quietly as possible. Keeping his back against the wall, just in case someone was to sneak up on him, he looked around the room carefully. There was no one in sight. He hadn't heard anybody leave, and there was below a six percent chance that the second person was hiding somewhere, the mystery man would have made noise. He highly doubted that it had been his imagination.
He took a step away from the wall, biting his thumb harder than before. Where could this... Ryuzaki stopped mid-thought when he just happened to turn to the side, and see a big, blue head coming through the wall.
"Hello," the head grinned fiercely.
Holding back a scream, Ryuzaki collapsed.
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"To be honest, I'm a bit concerned about Light," Sochiro muttered under his breath, scraping another dish into the garbage and handing L the plate once it was clean. He looked over his shoulder into the living room, where the rest of his family was seated around the television, unable to agree on what to watch. Raito had it set to a history documentary, Sayu complaining about missing her favorite soap, and Sachiko insisting that maybe they should watch something a bit more family-oriented. A smile formed on the Chief's face, and he turned back to the detective. "He's been holed up in his room for a while, usually he's a bit more social than this."
L only shrugged. "I see nothing wrong with that. I do the same."
Sochiro paused, caught of guard somewhat. He coughed, trying to find the right words. "Ah, Ryuzaki, you and Light aren't very similar..." Avoiding L's gaze, he picked up another plate, scraping the remains of dessert off. The meaning in his words hung in the air, heavy as lead. There was no way this strange, hunched man could have anything besides a high IQ in common with his prized child. It was laughable. Of course, he wasn't going to be rude and state his thoughts out loud, even if L could already guess them.
L decided to ignore that. "I am sure that Yagami-san would know more about Raito-kun than I would," Sochiro failed to notice his sarcastic undertone, much to L's amusement, "But I would assure him not to worry nonetheless."
"You don't think something's going on with him...do you?"
If it weren't for the fact that he was L, and therefore always frustratingly composed, he might have laughed.
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His dark eyes fluttered open slowly, and Ryuzaki could only stare up at the ceiling in a daze. This whole day - no, this whole week was like falling down a rabbit hole for him. What had happened to the quiet order of his life? Or what about his life...well, making sense? Almost as though it could read his thoughts, the big blue creature floated so that it was standing just above him, grinning down.
"So this is L," Creature said, his voice laced with amusement. His bright red eyes didn't focus on Ryuzaki exactly, but on something just above his head. The thing didn't move, only standing and watching as Ryuzaki got up and scrambled away from it.
"I'm Ryuzaki," he managed, even though he was seriously beginning to doubt his own sanity. Why the hell was he talking to it? "Rue Ryuzaki."
"No you're L Lawliet," the Thing said, watching him carefully for a reaction. When Ryuzaki didn't completely flip out, it's shoulders hunched slightly, disappointed. "Raito brought you here, hm?" The Creature stretched, it's shoulders popping audibly.
"What...who...?" Ryuzaki tried to find the right question to ask it, so many questions buzzing through his mind he wasn't even sure where to begin. The Thing seemed to know what he was going to ask anyway.
"Ryuk, the shinigami," Ryuk said offhandedly, turning over so that he could do a handstand. The Joker-like grin on his face never faltered for a second. "I'm not the one you should worry about though," it chose it's words carefully, trying to get some sort of reaction. Ryuzaki was stoic.
"And who should I be worrying about, Shinigami-san?" At least, he thought it was a male. Nonetheless, the gender of a monster was not exactly one of his biggest concerns. Ryuzaki was more occupied trying to count how many times he'd hit his head the other night. Surely this was a hallucination caused by head injury, right?
Ryuk balanced on one hand, grumbling under his breath. "Ah you're boring, but I'll tell you anyway. You should watch out for your friend there." The shinigami jabbed a thumb in the direction of the door. "Freaking insane."
"...What do you mean?"
"Heh," Ryuk pushed himself off of the ground, turning in mid-air so that he was now standing on his feet. "You don't know?" Like they were sharing a secret, the shinigami lowered it's voice, moving closer to Ryuzaki. "He killed his own mother."
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