Written by: deathnotefan09
Chapter 13:
AN: Ah we meet again mes beautes! WARNING: this chapter is not for the screamish! It is scaryyyyy! If you don't like scary stuff, scroll to the bottom where I can fill you in what happened.
You've been warned!
L sat at his desk, his fingers drumming angrily against the hard wooden surface. His face was twisted into a frown. Most people would think it was the constant bickering of the two children, the albino and the blonde. L rubbed his face and left the room. Like a pack of ants, the two followed instantly. L whipped around and pointed back to the room and the two frowned greatly. Well just Mello, Near always kept the same face, permanently unhappy. The raven haired detective walked into Light's bedroom, where the teen was combing his hair. "What are we to do with Beyond?" Light asked, not looking from his mirror. "That is what I wish to speak with you about," L said monotone, thumb to his lip. "I think we need to question him," Light responded, not fully aware of the situation. "I'm afraid that normal circumstances will not aid us in the situation," L whispered. "What I have to do Light is something that I have never done before. It is something that scares me and I need you there to stop me if things get out of hand," the detective stated, his voice unwavering. Light followed L silently, his hunch seeming more noticeable than normal.
L had B placed in a white room, the kind with fluorescent lights that made you squint. The light flickered and it was enough to annoy even L. B sat in the middle of a chair, strapped down in every place possible. A small cart lay beside him, all filled with many indescribable things. Light felt the blood drain from his face. In order to talk, L was going to torture him. B didn't stir, he was calm. His blood shot eyes watched as his carbon copy entered the room. Same position, same clothing, same hair, different motives. The investigator stood in front in B, Light a few feet behind him, watching with anxious eyes, constantly wandering. L stared hard into B's eyes and asked, "Why?" B chuckled, low at first deep in his throat. It gradually rose higher and higher. He launched his head back, hair flopping all over the place. "Why? Oh my dear Lawliet, there is no need for you to know that." L's eyes widened, he knew his name. If he had a Death Note right now, he would be as good as dead.
Light was shaking with fury. He couldn't talk to L that way! Even his little nickname for him is mockery. Or was it L's real name? L stood in the same position and asked the same question. No answer came from B, instead he merely closed his crimson eyes. "Light-kun," L said quietly. "Turn away, and don't look. I know what I said before, but don't look." Light gave no response but did as he was told. "Why? Why? Why?" L kept questioning. Light found it hard to distinguish between the two men with his back turned. "Tell me," this voice said. It sounded like B's for poison lurked on the tip of his tongue. "Why am I not your successor? I did everything I could to be like you. I look like you, and I act like you. But I am not you, I am more superior. You wouldn't hurt a fly, and here you are with your tail between your legs. Let's face it, you are worthless." L growled. "How did you come across the Death Note?" L asked, seeming as though his first question will go unanswered. Silence filled the air. "I don't have to tell you," B sneered. "Unlike you, I am no puppet. You may control the police and everyone else, but I am under no circumstances to tell a weak person like you." Light spun around. B was trying to manipulate and break L into hurting B. This is what he wanted.
"L! WAIT!" But it was already too late. L grabbed a metal pole and hit B right in his frontal lobe. B didn't speak, he was completely silent yet aware of the situation. This strike didn't effect him at all. "You're weak," B hissed. L tapped the light with the pole and it blinked faster, on and off like it was struggling to stay lit. L hit B again with enough force to hear a slight crack. Light flinched, the fluorescent tubes must have been torture to him. "Who compelled you to do these crimes?" B's head snapped up, but he gave no answer. L grabbed a scalpel and carved a two into B's cheek. The blood clotted very slowly, making a mess on his face, staining the white shirt. It was a dead reminder. L pulled out a bottle of 100% rubbing alcohol. He poured some into a sponge and lightly squeezed it over the cut, just letting one drop settle on the wound. B screamed. "You wouldn't do it," B panted. "Who made you do this?" B hung his head, even the greatest torturers had a low tolerance to pain. L pinched B's chin and forced him to look at the older man. "I-I-I-I- aim nott thhe reeaal Kkkiiirrraaa." B managed to stammer out. "I just work for him." "You have the eyes of a shinigami don't you?" L questioned. It was rhetorical but important. B nodded slowly. Light took the sponge from L, and stood next to the man. " .KIRA?" Light yelled between his teeth.
"Like, hell, I could tell you. It's face was never shown, so I couldn't see. Without seeing the face, I couldn't see their name or his lifespan. But I owe everything to Kira for they are a mastermind." B's mouth curled up into a grin. "Right now, it's is on the loose, and you aren't doing a single thing but wasting time. The plan is going just perfectly." L stormed out of the room, leaving Light alone with B. "Join me Yagami," B said, his eyes glowing. "You have the aura of somebody who knows that criminals need to be punished. Kira would be very pleased to have you on this side of justice." Light peered into B's soul and raised the sponge and threw it across the room. He untwisted the bottle and held it above B's head. "This is for Misa," Light spat and poured the bottle on B's head. The cry of B was the worst sound imaginable, the sound piercing the room. The light burnt out, leaving them in darkness. All that could be seen was the red orbs of a killer.
Light caught up to L in no time and walked at a fast pace to the other side of the building. "Is he dead?" L asked Light. "No," Light breathed, adrenaline coursing through his body. "Good," L stated. "If you killed him, you would be no better than Kira yourself." Light stopped walking and looked at the detective. "What does that make you then? You nearly killed him yourself." L didn't turn back to look at him. "It makes be a monster. We need to find Kira, but we have no idea where to start. B isn't going to help us at all." Light looked at his best friend with eyes of reassurance. "We'll find a way somehow, we are the smartest people around."
AN: scarier chapter, but quite short. SO…. B isn't the true Kira. He was tortured by L and found this out so now the two are at square one again. I was shaking while writing this, it was quite intense!