I'm horrible at updating I know! My classes have started though so busy busy busy!
Guess what guys? Guess, guess, GUESS! "Fire of the Sun" has over 50 reviews. That's like half of a hundred. While it may not be much in some people's eyes I almost started dancing for joy.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank all my reviewers here! Thank so much. I know I say thank you to you guys/gals a lot but hey I owe it to you.
Anyways, onwards and storywards.
"Are you sure we have to do this?" Ryuk asked, his voice snapping into the silence.
"Quiet you fool!" Rem hissed, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"It is fine." Beyond said quietly as he methodically arranged more small white cubes. Rem eyed what he was building before turning her gaze to the figure in the bed.
"Rem please keep him asleep for a little while longer, Iam almost done. And Ryuk," Shinigami eyes met as Beyond looked the god of death directing in the eyes. "Do not question my methods. Everything has a purpose, a reason to unfold. Don't forget that."
Ryuk was the first to look away. BB put the last cube in place and stood gracefully.
"Rem you can release him now." He said as he slipped through the window. Ryuk and Rem followed suit after the female death god released the boy from her influence.
Pale eyelids fluttered open jyst as the curtains settled.
It wasn't the alarms that woke L up. It was the screams, the horrified, broken screams. It was Near screaming at the top of his lungs, voice raw from making a noise that it had never produced before. Near didn't scream, he didn't yell, he didn't even shout, yet he was screaming at the top of his lungs now.
Then the alarms went off, adding their own wailing to the noise. L was already at his door by the time they sounded. Running from his room, he made his way to his brother's room and opened the door just as Near lost his voice and slumped against the side of his bed.
L eyes were locked on his little brother taking in the blood splattered white pajamas and the dishelved hair. Tremors shook the albino as he let out silent sobs.
The detective had never seen Near express such emotion. Not once in his whole sixteen years of living.
He stepped forward into the room but stopped as Near whimpered. Looking down L found the reason. He had stepped on a wire that was connected to his brother. It wrapped around his neck, the sharp steel digging into the pale column.
"She's gone L…" came a soft murmur. At first L didn't understand until he noticed that Near was clutching onto a person. His servant, her uniform stained in blood, and her glasses askew on her nose.
Near's hands were covered in blood also, clutching at his servants uniform.
"I asked her to stay…and she did…now she's gone." A giggle escaped the boy's lips. "I asked her to stay and she did, but didn't. It's ironic L, she's gone when she should have stayed." The albino's horrified, and horrifying, giggles continued until he was laughing hysterically, his fingers tangled in his servant's apron.
"You find it ironic don't you L? Tell me I'm not…crazy…? Am I? Am I crazy L?" Near asked while looking at him with glazed steel colored eyes.
L shook his head and walked toward his little brother. He made sure not to touch the wire. "No you're not crazy." He told Near softly as he loosened the metal noose. Near gasped when he was free of the trap, but didn't move away from his servant's corpse.
Because that was what she was. A corpse. A dead, non-breathing, unliving body. A body that he was clutching like it was a life ring in the middle of the ocean.
"Near, I need you to let go, you're obscuring evidence." L told him.
That got a reaction. Near's eyes flashed before returning to their normal intense yet dull dark gray.
"Evidence? Of course." He said and let his servant go. He sat cross-legged on his bed and surveyed the condition of his room.
Nothing was out of place except for the body and his dice. The die were arranged in a pattern directly at the foot of the bed, placed perfectly to form a number/letter.
The dice formed a capital B, but a striped of dominoes devided the letter changing it into the number 13.
"Thirteen." He murmured at the same time L said, "B."
So short! But inspiration struck then burned out. I don't know what's wrong, I just can't see to get my thoughts together on paper. It's frustrating, believe it! (lol Naruto)
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