AN: I absolutely love this song :D, and sorry for the lack of updates, I was away. So here's a long chapter to make up for it ^-^
Warnings: "Name-Switching" (His parents call him Light instead of Raito), Violence
Sept
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Deep within the hell of my heart, I can't go back
The Final, Dir En Grey
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The front door closed fairly softly, but resounded through the house almost as though it had been slammed. It wasn't so much the door that seemed to echo throughout the house, it was, for lack of a better term, the symbolism of it. Sochiro was off at work yet again, Sayu had just left for a sleepover, and at some point, Light had quietly slipped out the door without leaving any hint of where he was going. Usually, Sachiko wouldn't worry about that. Her son was absolutely angelic, she never had to worry about things that other parents did, drugs, alcohol, peer pressure, girls. (Sayu's theory was that the only reason Sachiko didn't have to worry about Light knocking some girl up was because he didn't like girls, a suggestion that was promptly ignored.)
No, the closing door meant only one thing: she was alone again.
Sachiko turned away from the dishes she'd been washing, resting her hands on the counter top and staring out the window. Whatever had happened to her close-knit, picturesque family? Nowadays, she could feel them all drifting apart.
She turned the sink off, turning around and heading towards the stairs. Whatever was going on with Light, she was sure that it could be easily taken care of. Yes, everything would go back to normal, and the whole family would be happy.
Light's room was nearly pitch black. The curtains were pulled as tightly as possible, so that not even a beam of sunlight could make its way inside. Sachiko frowned, crossing the room to pull them open and let some light in. It gave her a sort of hollowed feeling to look around; it looked as though no one lived there. Well there wasn't anything out of the ordinary there. What had she been expecting to find? Prescription pills on his night table? Cocaine under his bed? A relieved sort of sigh escaped her lips, and she leaned against his desk. At least he wasn't into anything illegal.
For some reason, one she would never understand herself, something caught her eye. A ripped piece of paper, not even half a page in size, was crumpled up on the floor by her feet. Light was usually very meticulous about things like that, she figured that it must have dropped from his pocket or something. Sachiko bent down to pick it up, unfolding it carefully.
Tucker Harry, Mario Bellini, Chester Mickey, car accident, cars subsequently catch fire and burn, 5:58 PM, Feb 22nd
The names sounded vaguely familiar, as though she had heard them somewhere before, despite being foreign. Sachiko paused, looking down at the watch around her wrist. It was around 5:52.
She wasn't quite sure why she did, but she pulled up the chair from her son's desk and turned his television on. Some drama was just ending, and it was only a matter of time before the six o' clock news or this odd car accident prediction. A slightly nauseous feeling arose inside of her, and Sachiko could only hope that she wouldn't have to sit through either one.
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'Just this evening, not to long ago, there was a three-car pile up in Shinjuku. Coincidentally, the only three victims of the crash were accused child molesters who all got off due to a lack of evidence. Ishin Natarou is live at the scene...'
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"I'm home," Light's voice sounded from downstairs, breaking Sachiko out of her trance.
"Upstairs..." her voice was hollow, and nearly unrecognizable. She grasped the paper in her shaking hands, turning slowly towards the door. Her stomach lurched forwards when Light appeared in the doorway, looking as angelic as ever. It was as though Sachiko was seeing him for the first time - what was behind the false look of innocence? Without saying another word, she dropped the crumbled piece of paper onto the floor. She had thought of a million reasons as to why he would know about their death, and not one of them was good.
"Wh...where did you find that?" Her son demanded, a slight edge to his voice.
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"So he used the Death Note to kill her?" Ryuzaki asked, tilting his head to the side and chewing on his thumbnail.
The thing - Ryuk, shook it's head. "No. He wouldn't have done that, at least, I don't think. He would've been able to talk his way out of things."
"Why didn't he?" The brunette couldn't remember everything about this
Ryuk grinned wider. Apparently the memory still amused him to this day. "He couldn't."
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Sachiko stood up slowly, as if moving too fast would cause her to collapse. It was in doing so, that she just happened to look up. Her eyes went above Light's head for just a brief moment, a brief second. Whatever it was that Light was saying, all the excuses he was inevitably making were reduced to mere background noise. There was something there behind him, something huge and horrible. Sachiko's breath caught in her throat as she looked into it's eyes, a bloody crimson. Was Light aware of it? It hovered behind her child calmly, how could he not notice it? Unless of course, he already knew it was there...
The thing met her horrified gaze with interest, soaking up all of her fear. And then it laughed - destroying all doubts that Sachiko had been having. It was really there.
Light heard it's laugh and stopped talking, frowning suddenly. He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could even inhale, she screamed.
"Light!" She shrieked, grabbing on to his desk to keep her balance. She pointed behind him, barely able to form words. "Behind you! It's-!"
Light turned around for a second, before returning his attention to his mother. Gone was the casual look he always wore, replaced by pure panic. What else about him had been a lie?
"Mon! Ster!" Sachiko couldn't breathe. She backed away from them both, heart pounding heavily. Light was walking towards her, with the thing right on his heels. He was trying to force himself to look calm, but his honey brown eyes were overflowing with fear. "Get away!" She screamed, picking up the nearest item and hurling it at them. He knew about the monster, and now he was leading it right to her.
"You're imagining things mom!" His voice was shaking, unstable. Light walked towards her with his arms open, holding her in a stiff hug. "You...you need a doctor. Come on, we'll go downstairs and call one."
"No!" Sachiko screamed. She twisted away from her son, breaking free of his grasp. For a brief moment, his face contorted, she hadn't even known it was possible for him to look like that. Light reached out and grabbed on to her arm, but she wrenched herself free once more. Sachiko pushed past Light, running towards the stairs. "I-I'm calling the police!"
"You can't!" Light ran after her, the thing still following closely behind. "Stop!"
And in all of his panic, he did the only thing that he could think of doing. As his mother began to descend the stairs, Light stuck his arms out and pushed.
Sachiko's ankle twisted as she lost her balance, tumbling down the stairs headfirst. She fell all the way to the bottom, slamming her head into the wall at the end. Light stood at the top of the stair case, frozen. Blood trickled down the side of his mother's head, and she lay there motionless. But only for a short while. She forced herself to stand up, dragging her body towards the cordless phone in the living room. Light's eyes widened, and he thundered down the stairs after her.
"Mom what do you think you're doing?" He demanded as she reached for the phone slowly. "You can't do this...put it down..."
"You're a criminal," Sachiko choked out, lifting the phone up off of the coffee table.
Light grabbed on to one of his mother's decorative vases just as she pressed the 'TALK' button.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he swung.
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An awkward silence settled over the Task Force headquarters. Aizawa's chair was empty, his presence replaced with a heavy tension. His absence was impossible to ignore, and even though the doctors said that he would be fine, it was impossible to forget. Matsuda fidgeted in his seat, staring at his thumbs and avoiding everyone else's gazes. He looked over at the Chief anxiously, puppy-like eyes wide as if asking do you really want to do this? Sochiro looked away, fixing his gaze on Kitamura, who sat opposite him with his hands folded patiently.
"So what you're basically saying is...?" Kitamura's voice was calm, but there was smug satisfaction laced through it.
Sochiro cleared his throat. "There is a chance that Ryuzaki may regain his memories."
"And...?"
"And he may be with Kira."
Kitamura nodded, pleased. "This wouldn't have been an issue if we had just done things my way, would it have been?" He waited for Sochiro to nod, and even though he did not smile, he radiated a calm delight. "Well, you will have to leave things up to me. Unlike you gentlemen, I actually have given thought to this. We will find them both."
"A-alive, right?" Matsuda asked meekly, speaking for the first time since his arrival.
"...More or less."
Questions :) I know I said I probably wouldn't, but one of 'em's actually important
1 Would you rather have me use their actual names? Light as opposed to Raito & L as opposed to Ryuzaki? It can go in either direction really.
2 How should the relationship start - seeing as this was a yaoi challenge, should it bud slowly or be forcefully pried open? Do you want L to slowly fall for him, or be forced into it?
