Disclaimer: I feel like destroying these things, but I don't own Death Note or its characters. Phew, that was sure hard, by golly.
McFuzzy: YAY! This is officially my fifteenth chapter, and I am loving the response I'm getting. Hot dog! I never thought the story would come this far. It's kind of like an anniversary for me, mehehehe.
Light: You won't believe the crap that she came up with for this chapter. She is really diving off the deep end.
Ryuuzaki: I admit that she has taken many plot turns.
McFuzzy: Yes! And it will only get more intense; bwahaha! Now there will be even more abstinence from Light and MORE sexual tension! Isn't it wonderful? I'm really excited to see where I'm going to take my story.
Light: I'm not. In fact, I think that you should just quit right now and do us all a favor.
McFuzzy: …
Ryuuzaki: …
Light: What?
McFuzzy: …
Ryuuzaki: I like the ignoring game.
McFuzzy: Me too.
Light: I hate you all!!
McFuzzy: Okay, on with the reading folks! Thanks to my editor who has decided she shall be called SaltyLobsta; she makes my stories perfect, woo!
Chapter 15 – Cry My Darling –
Light gripped the couch in shock, gasping desperately for air. He woke up in a cold sweat and looked to the clock. It had only been ten minutes; ten minutes that he had managed to sneak in sleep-wise; it was shocking for this sleep-lover.
He looked around his apartment to see that it was completely empty, shrouded in the darkness that was his newfound friend.
It wrapped Light up in a freezing shiver, caused his spine to tingle; the feeling of utter aloneness suddenly descended upon him and he froze, realizing his predicament.
Someone was watching him.
He closed his eyes and let his breathe seep out in a silent sigh. He looked around his kitchen for signs of the haunting specter in his head, looking for green specs that represented specters; for some reason he remembered the first day he had been bitten.
He opened his eyes again, realizing that nothing was there anymore.
As quickly as it had come, it left; without a trace. He sat up in a huff, brushing himself and feeling a bit stupid for feeling afraid; he was the God of Death for goodness sakes! He wondered where Ryuuzaki was …
Ryuuzaki.
Light became furious in an instant, looking around frantically for his molester. He felt deep inside of himself that he would make Ryuuzaki pay with all of his might.
His angry blush was hidden in the darkness, thankfully for Light, but he realized that not even Ryuuzaki was with him. He walked around into the kitchen and found a note left on the counter.
It reminded him of when he first met Ryuuzaki. He pulled his hair, angry again, realizing that he jerked off with a guy that he had only known for a week or so. It pissed him off.
He read the note, scowling at it like it was Ryuuzaki.
Raito-kun, I am sorry to inform you, but due to recent events that have just come to my knowledge, I will be gone for the remainder of the day; some sort of official business I am expected to take care of. I will be back tonight.
Ryuuzaki loves Raito-kun
Light took the note and crumpled it up. The guy had some nerve, leaving a note like that right after they… well, you know; and he left hearts and a cheesy smiley face by the love part. He sighed and rubbed his temples. It felt like a one night stand.
Looking at the clock, he realized it was already six and he hadn't been to work in a few days; they were probably wondering where he was. He put on a coat, sniffing himself slightly and wished that he could take a shower. He shrugged, noticing that he remained surprisingly fresh, guessing it was a vampire perk.
He remembered Ryuuzaki telling him that he couldn't take showers, (he grimaced at the thought of his name), but if Light had so many exceptions he might be able to chance it. He shook his head and decided to just go to work as he was, walking out the door hurriedly and locking it behind him.
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When he arrived at work, everybody was doing their own thing, sitting at computers and ticking away at the keyboards. Everything was completely silent, and when Light walked in they all turned their heads to his extremely noticeable presence.
He noticed something was off; very off. The air was thick with something that Light was unsure of, but he proceeded anyway.
He was suddenly taken aback at their morbid faces; they all had such horrible expressions on their face like somebody had died. It was completely unsettling.
"H-hello everybody…" Light could only manage to spit out those words. They didn't look angry; no, it was more like remorse. "What's the matter?"
Matsuda sat up out of his chair and walked delicately over to Light, almost as if trying not to disturb the Earth.
"We're so sorry Raito-kun…" Matsuda put his hand on Light's shoulder and gave him an honestly sad look.
"What do you mean, 'sorry'? What's going on here?" Light was thoroughly confused. Matsuda's eyes lightened a bit.
"Raito-kun, you aren't serious? You haven't heard?"
"He just got back yesterday you idiot, why would he know?" Light just stood there, baffled. "You did get back yesterday, right?" He nodded in awe.
"Oh… Raito-kun! I can't believe you don't know! I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this… umm…"
"Tell me what? What's happening?" Aizawa stood up and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"Sorry, Raito-san, but Matsuda's an idiot." Matsuda shot him a dirty look. "What he's trying to tell you is that… Amane Misa died two days ago, right after we got back from Hakata." Light froze on the spot, eyes widening twice their size.
No… he thought. It couldn't be…Matsuda threw his arms around Light and patted his back.
"Raito… she died of a heart attack." It was then that Light realized this dramatic irony unfold in his body, tingling his spine and sending rage into his brain like a shot of morphine.
Mikami!
Light pried Matsuda off of him, walking to the computer in a furious hurry. He typed madly in his data bases searching for the evidence of her death, not believing his crew as he clenched tears back in his eyes. Suddenly, he dropped his hands realizing that those absurd words they were spewing at him were completely true; Misa was in fact dead.
Light stood up and wiped all the emotion away from his face, looking at his crew blankly; they just stared back. His father had his head down.
"I'm sorry everybody, but I have to go." Before he got so much as a reply, he rushed out of the doors and stormed through the streets, more angry now than anything.
That sick bastard had killed his "girlfriend" as some kind of a futile warning, as if saying, 'If you don't meet me this is what will happen to you.". He already knew that he was going to have to meet Mikami, but he had turned it into a slap in the face; that bastard!
For being a seeker of justice, he was one hell of a hypocrite. Light felt that warmth of the sun begin to hit the streets, caressing his face and causing him to relax .
There was something about the sun that put his nerves at ease, as if the evils of the world are cast away by its intensity; and then he thought of Ryuuzaki. Suddenly, Light stopped and regained his composure, relaxing his muscles and taking in deep breaths.
He looked around casually to see if anybody was on the street, which no one was, then he cleared his mind and thought of somewhere… dark. Soon he found himself plummeting into the ground, drifting into the earth; seeping into it as if he was sediment, lowering until he finally hit something -something hard. The impact caused his knees to give out as he buckled onto the ground.
He rolled onto his back and rubbed his leg and knee realizing that his right leg was turning slightly blue and swelling fast. He sat up hurriedly when he realized he was sitting in something wet.
He tried to get to his feet, but soon realized that his crash landing had taken a harsher toll on him than he had expected. He wondered why he wouldn't just keep sinking, but as he got a good glimpse of his environment, he realized that he had morphed himself into a sewer without thinking, and the piping he was on was steel.
He didn't know why he did it, but for some reason he just wanted to get away from… from the outside; from the light.
His face contorted into an expression of disgust when he realized what he was sitting in, and he crawled out of the muck and onto the ledge of the sewage, pulling himself to rest on his stomach, gasping for air.
He didn't understand why he was so tired, but soon it dawned upon him that he hadn't drunk any blood for quite some time, and his body was feeling the effects. Perhaps that was why he couldn't go into the sun; his body was too weak to retain its more human-like standards.
He looked around him, finding that it would be normally pitch-black to any mortal, and saw that the tunnel he was in stretched for miles.
He felt like vomiting from the foul stench of other people's feces, and he wondered if his childhood goldfish were floating somewhere in it. Rubbing his leg, he felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine and make him feel extremely uncomfortable.
It was then he realized that he was not alone in this poo-infested hovel and worse, he was sure he was being watched.
"I know someone's there, so if you don't mind would you stop stalking me?" Light felt proud of himself for remaining composed in a situation like this. He sat up so that he was barely sitting cross-legged, wincing in pain as he did so, and looked around for signs of movement.
He suddenly fell forward in shock when he felt something tap on his shoulder, and he scrambled desperately ahead of himself to get away from whatever had tapped him on the shoulder. He flung his body around in a swift motion to get a good glimpse of his "attacker."
He put his hand to his chest and sighed a large sigh of relief.
"What are you doing here, Ryuuzaki?" He scowled at Ryuuzaki's slouched form, noticing that he was grinning.
"I was about to ask this question to Raito-kun. Does he normally make it a habit to visit the sewers?"
"Yes, Ryuuzaki. I want to raise a family here."
"I do not think our children would like it so much, Raito-kun." Light winced and blushed, realizing he had set himself up for that comment.
"Come on you sarcastic bastard, help me out of this shit-hole… literally. I think I broke my leg." Ryuuzaki gave another awkward smile and leaned down to Light, picking him up bridal style.
"You should not go around hurting yourself, Raito-kun."
"I said help me; not carry me, Ryuuzaki! Besides, it's not like I wanted this to happen!" He searched Ryuuzaki's face for expression and frowned at it; he knew that something was wrong.
He squirmed around a bit in Ryuuzaki's hold. Ryuuzaki, noticing Light's discomfort, flung him so that he was on his back piggy style. This made Light feel a lot less awkward. He began walking through the tunnels at a leisurely pace.
"Ryuuzaki, you knew that Misa was dead, didn't you."
"Indeed. That is where I was this morning; we must go back to your apartment promptly to speak with her." Light stiffened on Ryuuzaki's back.
"What the hell do you mean 'speak with her'? She's dead, Ryuuzaki."
"That is what I just said to you, Raito-kun. She is dead, and must talk with you."
"You're making no sense, Ryuuzaki, and you don't seem like the type to joke. How can I talk with her when she's dead?"
"Now, Raito-kun is not making sense." Ryuuzaki looked behind his back and peered into Light's eyes with his pure-black panda eyes. There was something relatively off with Ryuuzaki today, but Light couldn't place his finger on it. He didn't like these games; he was chasing a wild goose at this point. From the corner of his eyes, Light caught a glimpse of sun peeking through a crack in the walls. He wondered how they got to the surface so fast, and why Ryuuzaki knew his way around the sewers. He decided not to ask.
"Amane-san is waiting for you. Raito-kun should be grateful that he's the one she's here for." Light pondered this for a moment.
"You mean to tell me that she won't pass on until she meets with me?"
"That's not what I said, Raito-kun." Light rolled his eyes and waited for further explanation. "To come from the afterlife into the human life, one must have a tie; some sort of a reason to want to come back if you stay. Amane-san has already passed to the afterlife in peace. She came back to talk with Raito-kun, and it is indeed of utmost importance."
"Have you already spoken with her?"
"Yes."
"Well…" Light waited for an answer and got none, "what did she say?"
"Raito-kun must talk to her himself." Suddenly Ryuuzaki gently set Light down, holding his arm around his shoulder and walking the limping Light closer to the source of sun. It was a generic sewer door, and it smelled utterly atrocious. Light plugged his nose and instantly decided that poo and sun did not mix.
He looked at Ryuuzaki and realized that he couldn't walk out in the middle of the day, mostly because he would burn to death under the sun's ray. He limped pathetically and opened the door and noticed that Ryuuzaki was nowhere to be seen after the light filled the dark chasms.
He felt incredibly weak. Thinking that he couldn't make it back to his apartment on his own, he slumped into the nearest alley that he could find. He had emerged in the slums of Tokyo he supposed, and he needed to get out of sight, fast.
When he got into the shade of the alley, he fell against the wall and slumped down in pain, rubbing his blue leg. It hurt like a bitch. He looked up and saw Ryuuzaki looming over him, with almost a sad look; well, as sad as Ryuuzaki could ever look. It was strange.
"I feel weak… Ryuuzaki." He clenched his stomach and felt like vomiting. He watched as Ryuuzaki pulled a bag out of his sweater once again, and he ripped open a corner of it with his teeth and handed the bag to Light.
He drank it happily, even though it wasn't the best of blood. Instantly, he felt better and he sighed in relief. Ryuuzaki was intently watching Light. He glanced at Ryuuzaki, and noticed that he was gazing at his leg, and as if by instinct, Light looked at his leg as well, and gaped in horror.
It was moving, but it wasn't the entire leg, it was the skin and muscles underneath; twitching and convulsing. Light clenched his leg in pain and grimaced. Before he knew it, the pain instantly stopped and his leg was returning to its normal color.
He rubbed it delicately, and then put pressure on it; his eyes widened when he realized that his leg was no longer broken.
"When Raito-kun has no blood, his body cannot heal itself; this is why he needs the blood of others. It is his source of power and life, his essential food, his drug. The same goes for me; I cannot heal myself with my own infected blood; this would be futile."
Light sighed and stood up. His life was so strange. He thought this as he looked at Ryuuzaki, who was lapping at a pixie-stick that he got from who the hell knows where. He rubbed his temples and morphed through the wall, with every intention of seeing his dead girlfriend.
End Chapter 15
Wow, I am so sorry it took me this long to update. I will have another chapter up very, very soon, and hopefully longer than this one. School recently started and I couldn't keep up with all of the summer homework I had to do and such! I don't like this chapter much, and the next one I will put up I have plenty of crazy things planned, so it should be a lot better. Until next time, adieu my friends.