Author's Note: I'm having a little trouble with Near, Mello, and Matt's ages, and I'm not happy with this chapter. It didn't turn out very good. I wanted to fix it, but went over it tons of times and couldn't find a solution. So here it is!
Death: Today Light shall do the disclaimer! *Pokes him with a sharp stick*
Light: I'm not even in the story why should I do the disclaimer?
Death: Silence! I kill you! *Stabs with fork*
Light: Ow, why?
Death: Because you killed L! *Starts sobbing*
Light: Oh, yeah, that. *Starts laughing like a crazy*
Death: Knock it off! *Hits him with a frying pan*
Light: *Passes out on the floor*
Ryuk: Loser *Eats apple*
Death: You're at fault too! *Hits him with frying pan*
Matt: Stop! Can't you see you're tearing this family apart!
Mello: Really Matt, really?
Near: What Matt says makes sense to me.
Mello and Death: *O.O*
Death: You know what, would someone please do the disclaimer before I get sued and thrown in jail, then that would really tear this family apart!
Dakota: Death doesn't own Death Note, nor does she own the characters, she only owns me and a few other OCs.
Search For The Sun
Chapter 9
Day 18
Dakota was standing in an open field, the ground around her was covered rose bushes.
The roses surrounding her were a bright crimson color.
Their beauty being rivaled by no other.
They were in full bloom, the petals stretching out in the sunlight.
She was standing alone, nobody else to share their beauty.
It was a sad fact, but she felt as though someone was watching her.
Whoever this was had a dark vibe to them.
It seemed to pulse through the air of the field.
"Hello?" She called out for them.
She knew they could hear her.
"Yes?" A boy stepped through the roses towards her.
His raven black hair covering his features.
She started to walk his way, but the roses would prick her if she tried.
She could only stand in the small circle where the roses didn't grow.
Her arm bumped into a branch of thorns, causing blood to drip to the ground.
She clutched her hand over her bleeding wound.
"Why am I here?" She questioned the boy.
"Do you not like roses, Mon bel amour?" His tone was surprisingly gentle and calm. "I can make them lilies if you wish."
"No, these roses are quite beautiful," She took a few steps back as he stepped into the patch of clear.
She didn't even know who this boy was and yet he was calling her his beautiful love.
"As are you," His smooth hand cupped her face.
It felt as though he had met him before, but she couldn't remember where. "I wish to walk amongst them, not be trapped."
"I'm sorry, my beautiful captive, I wish for you to stay here with me," He softly brushed her hair from her face.
His eyes were still hidden by his shaggy black hair.
He looks like L, She noted, but she knew he wasn't L.
This was someone different.
"I'm not sure who you are," She told him, moving back a few move steps until her back was pressed against a bush.
The thorns ripped through the soft skin of her back, blood staining her shirt.
Tears flooded her eyes, but she didn't move away.
"You are hurting yourself," He pulled lightly on her arm, causing her to fall into his arms. "Nobody can hurt you, not when I'm here."
"How do I know you won't hurt me?" She inquired, trying to break his hold on her.
"I will never hurt you," He whispered, looking up at her eyes.
She gasped and took a few steps back.
His eyes matched the bloody color of the roses.
"I promise," He said, his bloody orbs full of empathy that was masked with insanity.
He gave her a slightly crazed smile, before leaning down to press his lips to her own.
He tasted like rust and salt.
The taste of blood, She thought, struggling to push him away.
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She sat up straight in bed, running to her bathroom to throw up.
Her body was dripping with sweat, soaking her clothes.
She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail to avoid getting puke in her hair.
A clock on the wall read 6 am, she had only gotten two hours of sleep.
She looked in the mirror, noting that she had bitten her lip roughly while she had slept.
The crimson dripped down her chin, reminding her of the dream.
She gagged and threw up again.
She wasn't even sure why the dream made her so sick, it just had.
Whether it was his deadly eyes or his blood tasting lips.
She wasn't sure, but she knew that she had been his, for lack of better words, pet.
He had been keeping her for the same reason someone keeps a caged bird, just to hear it sing.
That thought left a bad taste in her mouth, causing her to retch again.
She was basically throwing up stomach acid now, and it burned her throat on it's way up.
She cupped her hands and quickly drank water from the sink, washing away the taste.
She searched for a tooth brush, and was relieved to find one in the drawer next to a tube of mint flavored toothpaste.
She scrubbed out her mouth until she deemed it clean enough.
She turned on the shower allowing the water to warm, as she stood in front of the mirror.
She slipped off her shirt, looking at her now uncovered back.
It was slightly red as though something had lightly scratched the skin, but it was normal otherwise.
She had been half expecting it to be bleeding.
She could still feel the pain as the thorns broke through her skin, even though it was only a dream.
She stepped under the spray of the water, washing the sweat from her still shaking body.
She gently washed her hair, spacing out as she stared at the white tiled wall.
She wrapped herself tightly in her towel, and searched her unpacked bags for clothes.
She decided on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a blouse.
Her mother's necklace was in one of the smaller pockets on her bag.
She clipped it around her neck.
The red jewel dropped down between her cleavage, hidden beneath the collar of her blouse.
She liked how pretty the dark color of the ruby looked with her pale skin, but it reminded her of the dream.
This time she didn't vomit, but thought the dream over.
In her mind she had molded a boy to look like L, but red eyes.
It didn't make sense to her.
She knew that a nightmare was a fear of the subconscious, but she didn't fear L.
So why would he be seen as the villain and her as the prisoner.
A knock at the door broke her from her thoughts.
"D!" It was Aden's voice.
He sounded excited about something, which was unusual in itself.
"Come in," She called sitting on her bed.
He burst through the door, making it slam against the wall loudly.
She cringed, hoping it wouldn't wake the younger residences. "What is it Aden?"
"It's time for breakfast," He was calming down, and was now able to talk without yelling.
"And why is that so important?" She inquired laying back on her bed.
"We're supposed to meet the others today," He said sitting beside her.
"I don't want to," She replied childishly.
She covered her eyes with her arm.
"And why is that?" It wasn't Aden who asked this.
She looked up to see L leaning in his hunched over position against the door frame.
"It's going to be crowded and I hate being in large groups of people," She told him, sitting up in her bed. "Oh yeah, thanks for bringing my desk here by the way."
"You are welcome," He bit the end of his thump. "Are you claustrophobic?"
"Not really, I'm just not really a people person," She stood and brushed the wrinkles out of her blouse.
"Who are you?" Aden rudely asked, throwing his arm around Dakota's shoulder.
"I am L," L said, standing up straighter.
"So you're the stalker who brought Dakota's stuff here?" Aden narrowed his eyes, and pulled Dakota closer to his side.
"Well, I am not her 'stalker' as you so blatantly put it, but yes I am the one who brought her things here," L took a couple steps closer to them.
"Both of you stop it," Dakota growled shrugging Aden's arm off her. She was getting tired of listening to them argue. "Let's just go get this breakfast thing over with."
"Yes, let's." Aden gripped her hand and walked with her from the room.
"Are you and Miss Hudson in a relationship?" L questioned walking beside the two of them.
"What n-" Dakota managed before Aden interrupted her.
"You could say that," He gave L a smug look, as he held her closer.
"No we are not," Dakota pulled away from Aden, with a angry look on her face. "What's going on with you lately? I can have friends other than you."
"None of these guys here just want to be your friend. I understand that you are intelligent, but you are so dense sometimes. You are beautiful and these guys just want to get in your pants," He said his voice growing harsh.
L stayed quiet knowing this was not a time for him to interfere.
This was their fight, and he would only make it worse, considering he was socially retarded and had no idea how to fix it.
"Why are you acting like you own me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing, "I can choose my own path. You don't have to look out for me. I'm not a child."
"I'm just trying to protect you," He told her wrapping his arms around her in an embrace.
It wasn't romantic, it was just a hug.
"I know what people are like, and there will always be a chance I could get hurt," She hugged him back before pulling away and looping her arm through his.
L was just standing there patiently waiting for them to make up.
He had been informed by Halle of their close relationship when they were on the plane.
Though Halle had said they were romantically involved, their relationship appeared to be closer to siblings than lovers.
He could tell that Aden wished to be closer than that, but Dakota didn't seem to notice the quiet yearning in Aden's eyes whenever he looked at her.
"Let's go L," Dakota said pulling on his arm lightly.
He allowed her to pull him down the hall to the dining room.
There were over a dozen children already seated, and their eyes immediately went to Dakota, Aden, and L.
A little girl jumped out of her seat and ran towards them, throwing her arms around Dakota's waist.
"Mommy!" She exclaimed her hold tightening on her waist. All Dakota could she was a head of blond hair.
"She's not your-" Aden started to say before Dakota put her hand over his mouth.
"Yes Hun?" She asked lifting the small girl into her arms.
The girl weighed almost nothing, making it easy for Dakota to hold her.
"She's not your mommy stupid!" One of the little boys yelled.
"Why is it little girls love you and little boys hate you?" Aden questioned smiling.
"I'm not sure, but I don't mind," She walked over and took a seat with empty ones beside it. She kept the little girl on her lap. "What's your name?"
"I'm Hana!" She giggled, leaned against Dakota.
"That's such a pretty name," She told her, patting her head.
"Well, I can see why she thought you were her Mother, you two look a lot alike," Aden said taking the seat beside her.
Hana and Dakota shared the same color of eyes, and their hair was almost the same golden blond.
L silently sat in the chair beside her, watching her interaction with Hana.
He hadn't noticed this mothering side to her.
Sure he had heard of the altercation with Mello over the fact he wouldn't stop glaring at Near, but he hadn't thought she was this sweet towards younger children.
"Yo D!" Matt yelled walking into the room, his eyes were glued to a small hand held gaming device.
Mello was following behind him glaring at the floor.
"Hello Matt," She smiled widely at the obsessive gamer.
"Hey D," Mello said, taking the seat across from her.
C, who Dakota had not even noticed until then, sat beside him.
Dakota nodded in his direction, and smiled at C.
She pulled a piece of candy out of her pocket and gave it Hana, who took it happily.
Dakota set her back down on her feet, and watched the little girl run back to her seat.
Hana suddenly tripped and started to cry.
Dakota jumped up and hurried to help her up.
A boy with shaggy black hair beat her to it.
He looked a lot like L, but was wearing all black.
He looked up at her with dark gray eyes.
They weren't the same color as L's, instead having a darker tint to them.
"I'm B, Mon bel amour," He told her after setting the small girl back on her feet.
"I'm D," She gave him a small wave, before sitting back down.
He had looked just like the boy from her dream, he had also called her his beautiful love.
She tried to convince herself it was just a coincidence, but still couldn't shake off the worried feeling.
"That guy was creepy," Aden whispered in her ear.
"Sort of, I guess," She mumbled dropping her eyes to the bright red tablecloth.
"Don't worry that's just how Beyond is," L reassured her.