"Hey L," Beyond's voice was all L could hear in the darkness that surrounded him.
"B?" L said, "Wh-Where are you?" He frantically looked around trying to see something, a sign, a face, anything. Suddenly a whitish glow emitted from behind him. He turned around, a doorway? He walked through it into an all too familiar surrounding. His old room at Wammy's House. He looked around, all his books were on the shelf, all his work in neat piles on his desk, everything was where it was supposed to be.
"Ah, yes," said a voice, a teenage boy by the sound of it, "Come in Beyond."
L froze. He recognized that voice. His mouth went dry as he slowly turned himself in the direction of the voice. There in front of him was a 13-year-old boy. Messy black hair, pale skin, dark circles under the black emptiness in his eyes. He couldn't believe it, that was him.
The door opened behind him. He sharply turned his head around to see a teenage version of Beyond Birthday in the doorway. He could hardly think anything but how impossible this was. He walked toward B. He was about to say something when he was cut off by himself.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me Beyond?" his younger self asked B.
"Actually, yes," B said shyly, "Earlier, you said something that meant a lot to me. I just wanted to know if you meant it."
The younger L motioned B to come to him. B nodded and walked over to L. L stood up from his curled position on his bed and cupped B's face in his hands. Slowly, L kissed him.
"Mn," B closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around L's shoulders deepening the kiss, "Mmmnnnnn..."
A few seconds later, L broke the kiss.
"I think you already know the answer, B." His head trailed down to B's neck and he passionately kissed it causing B to blush like crazy.
"L," B began, "I-I love you..."
L stopped kissing B's neck and lifted his head to look into B's crimson red eyes.
"Don't doubt what I say Beyond," L said, "I love you too."
The real L, seeing all of this almost cried. This was his past, before A committed suicide, before B went insane, before the Wara Ningyo killings, when he and B loved each other, when L felt emotions for someone.
"Something...Doesn't feel right," B said. L gave him an odd look.
"What do you mean BB-kun?"
"I feel like someone else is here," Be replied, "It's weird..."
The real L looked at both of them. They could see him after all?
"L..." and eerie voice said from behind him, L turned around quickly to see Beyond Birthday, still a teenager, behind him holding a knife in the air. The knife swung toward him and-
L woke up in a bed with red sheets. He sighed in relief, it was just a dream. He tried to sit up and choked on a leather collar around his neck.
"GAH!" his head fell back onto the bed. He reach is hands up to the collar to try and remove it. He could grab the collar but his hands had thick, heavy chains attached the cuffs around his wrists. He clawed at the collar until he had some sense enough the find the chain attached to it. He needed to get that chain off before he could do anything else. He felt around the chain until he found where it met the collar, it was built in. He felt where it met the wall. It was attached to a ring with a lock. He needed a key to unlock it.
"Damn!" he hissed.
"Watch your language, Lawliet," L turned to face B who was in a dark corner, "itcould get you into trouble someday." He smirked sickly.
"Beyond!" L said both shocked and angry, "Let me go!"
B only smirked more.
"Again, you're not exactly in the position to tell me what I should and shouldn't do."
L tried to sit up again, only to be choked again and have his head fall back down onto the bed.
B stood up and walked over to L, knife in his hand. L stared at it. He knew it, B was going to kill him for sure. He pulled at his chains, trying to get away. Hoping for a miracle or something to happen and save him.
"Lawliet," B stared down at his victim. L was shaking with fear, "Oh, Lawliet. Are you scared? You should be." He pressed he knife against Ls cheek, threatening to slash it. L gasped and didn't move an inch. B turned the knife to the flat side and lightly moved it across L's jawline. L knew if he made one wrong move, he would be cut and bleed everywhere so he just squeezed his eyes shut. A hand went up his shirt, feeling his chest. It paused above his heart and stayed there, feeling the soft beating in his ribcage.
"Funny," B said, "The way L threw the one he supposedly loved in jail one would think he had no heart. Yet it still beats endlessly under his delicate pale skin. Tell me, how can you live with yourself? Doing something as low as that you filthy traitor!"
"I'M SORRY! WHO WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED A MURDER CASE OVER SOMEONE KILLING THEMSEL-" L was cut off by the knife blade pressing the ring of skin just below his chin.
"You made A do it. You put so much pressure on both me and him after you left. Saying we were the only ones able to be a the second and third greatest minds of the world. Once we were you told us of how much danger we were in and that pushed him over the edge. AllI want is for your life to end to pay for the one YOU ended."
L stared up at the man who held his fate. His eye started to burn as tears flooded his eyes. He muttered something to himself.
"What was that?" B asked angrily.
"IF YOU WANTED TO KILL ME SO BAD THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST DO IT?!" L screamed at him, tears running down his cheeks.
"Fine," B said, moving the knife so it was above L's heart, "I'll take what's rightfully mine back first!"
Comments? Reviews? ANYTHING? TT^TT Poor L...I ain't done yet with this yet.^__~ Stick around for the next "Mazes and Faces" chapter. :D