Chapter 2-Weep what you sown
L couldn't think coherantly. He probably would've found the situation very disturbing had he been able to think but he couldn't. His eyes were pried open after a long while purely by curiousity. It was in vain however, as something was covering his eyes. To drowsy to fight it, L immediately fell back to sleep.
The next time L woke up it was because someone had awoken him. He stirred and opened his eyes, only seeing the blank darkness by something covering them. He wanted it lift his hands and remove whatever was there but his hands were tied. It wasn't that they were tied tightly but tied by something that was soft and instantly soothed him. Falling back asleep was very appealing, but L's curiosity got the better to him.
Suddenly there was a hand on the side of his face. The hand was warm, where as L felt cold. It wasn't that the room was cold. On the contrary, L only felt a light fabric on his skin yet the room was incredibly warm.
"Your still too weak, go back to sleep." L recognized the voice as female as it soothed him back into sleep. There was a sharp pain in his arm but it spread into his veins like liquid warmth. L felt the heat return to him and slept for the first time in a long time a warm sleep.
After what seemed like a long time, L slowly awoke. He was warm and his heart was pounding. He stirred trying to stay comfortable, not wanting to wake. That dream was smashed when suddenly he felt hands on him.
"I'm going to take the bandage off your eyes ok?" A familiar female voice said. L didn't even respond before the fabric on his eyes was tugged. Instinctively, L tried to pull away, vanish from the light that invaded his senses, but hands tugged at his shoulders, holding him steady.
"L try to look at me," the voice said. L tried to put his hands over his eyes but the hands stopped him from doing that too. Instead of continuing resisting, L slowly tried to open his eyes. It took him a while, but finally he could make out three shapes in front of him. Their features were marred by a bright overhead light, that L tried to adjust to.
"L, what color am I?" The female asked. L drew his eyes on her. She had shoulder length hair with a thin oval shaped face.
"Your skin is green and your hair is yellow," He answered. Her companions weren't much different. The woman sighed almost sadly.
"I told him it was too early to take off the bandage," She sounded irritated. "You can let him go now. And turn off that light, I don't think its helping."
The hands let go of L and a second later the bright light turned off. Another light was turned on that allowed L to see the rest of the room. He didn't get much time though cause suddenly the woman above him was pulling his eye lids up and flicking a light in them.
"Do you know who you are?" The woman asked a struggling L, who shot her a look of disgust.
"Of course I know who I am," L snapped indignantly. He didn't like being talked down to by some complete stranger.
"What was the last thing you remember doing before you fell asleep?" The woman seemed to be content looking at his eyes cause she went down to take a pulse. L just sat there allowing her and thought. He didn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep. Things didn't seem right though. He was disorientated and just wanted to go back to sleep, forever. Something wouldn't allow him to do that though, because he knew if he slept, he would just wake up again.
"Try and wake up and I'll bring you something to eat," The woman said and left. L watched her retreating back in wonder. He remembered sitting around, he and a team were trying to find kira. Something had happened to watari when suddenly, there was an incredible pain in L's chest. He felt in to someone's arms, feeling the warmth and light leave his life… Light.
Anger, like nothing L had ever felt when he was living, spread through his veins like wild fire. He pulled himself off the bed with a lot of difficulty, catching what he had on. A yukata tied on by an obi belt was all he had on. It covered the bandages and ribbons that seemed to still be on his arms and legs. A black bandage was wrapped tightly around his throat, but he ignored it. He slumped out of the distorted room into a stair way that he nearly fell down. L made his way into what seemed like a living room and took a minute to examine it.
The living room was huge, with a bunch of computers on the far wall while the wall next to L was just glass, giving an insight to the whole town. A kitchen was placed in the corner of the room separated from the living room by an L shaped island. There were about five people in the room, all doing various things. The only one who caught L's eye, was the brown haired youth on a cell phone.
Without much thinking L 'marched' right up to the man and punched him with all the energy he could muster. Raito fell to the ground dropping his cell phone and looked up only to see L staring down at him with cold malice.
"That was for killing me," L said. He approached Raito who began scooting away, obviously apprehensive for what L would do.
"L, your awake and standing…" Raito sounded happy, L thought, but then again, Raito has always been a good liar.
"No thanks to you," L said.
"I brought you back L," Raito got up still looking at L apprehensively. L wasn't acting like himself. He had been warned of this. Death does funny things to people, and apparantly it stopped L from rational thought.
At what Raito said, L stopped. He looked thoughtfully at Raito. "Then I guess you have achieved the level of God." L reached out and grabbed Raito by the collar, dragging him closer. "I wonder how people will react when they find out I kicked God's ass."
Suddenly many pairs of hands snatched L away and dragged him away from the stumbling form of Raito. "Stop," He motioned to his friends. "I deserve this. Let him go." L felt the hands let go of him. He looked tenatively at Raito, who no longer moved away from his spot.
"There's something wrong with you Raito," L snapped. Raito took notice that L dropped the honorifics but ignored it. It was the least he deserved. "God doesn't feel remorse, especially for killing a lowly pawn."
"I'm not God," Raito replied calmly. "And I didn't kill you." (technically)
"Whats going on here?" Detective Matsumoto said as he arrived on the scene. The inside of the church was bustling with police and forensics. Matsumoto recognized them all except one; a slender woman with brown hair.
"An american tourist was killed here, so the american's sent one of their own for the investigation," the Lieutenant told him.
"They responded fast," Matsumoto said eyeing the woman.
"She was here on vacation, and decided to take the case. Her name is Sergany Welsh and lets just say she's a weird one." The lieutenant left Matsumoto. He took a huff and walked towards the woman.
"Detective Welsh?" Matsumoto said as she approached her. She turned her dazed look at him.
"That would be my name, yes?" She said a little airedly.
"I'm Detective Matsumoto-"
"I know who you are," Welsh interrupted. She turned away from him looking at a cross on the platform of the church. Matsumoto felt like he knew already she was a foreigner. She was incredibly rude.
"We are working together, so would you like to tell me what you've thought about this case up until now?"
Welsh looked at him with an innocent girl-like look then turned back to the cross.
"Whoever is doing this is obviously religious," She began. "More religious then usual as all of the methods of dying have been in one way or another religious. Its also safe to conclude that whoever is doing this is in a group. They are all differently religious and kill various kinds of criminals."
"What are you talking about? All of the victims of these crimes were all killed in a Christian church. How can they be differently religious?"
Welsh walked on examining one of the benches before sitting on it. "You think that only the murders in the church are connected? What about the people who keep bursting out into flame on the street? Or the people who are stoned to death?"
"Those have been identified as separate cases," Matsumoto was a little annoyed. Who did this woman think she was? How could anyone automatically conclude that those murders were all connected.
"Yes but they are not," The woman concluded. She stood up and began to walk away from the church. "I will need all of the detectives and files of these previous reports. Bring them to me and I will tell you everything I know."
Matsumoto was about to complain, but the woman just walked out into the cold night air.