A/N: Wow, I really thought I was gonna have this fucking thing finished sooner than this. Honestly, it's probably only gonna be like, 5 more chapters before I get that bored with it. I had a different vision for this a very long time ago, and now I can't even remember what that was anymore. The only reason I'm even doing this is cause you guys give me such amazing feedback, I would feel like a huge douche if I just dropped the whole thing. So, hold on, cause this pile of crap is almost over.

bittersweet-endings-2214: I have my reasons for B doing these things (:

HiImAPerson: YOU! You need to get on my ass more. This is for you! And don't fret, B will be saved. I'm not such a huge douche to not update FOREVER and then kill the only person we care about in this shitty story.

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ONWARD!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, Death Note: Another Note, Rihanna, or S&M. (haha I giggled when I wrote that)

~Chains And Whips Excite Me~

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"How does it feel to be a faggot?"

I flinched, but tried to keep my face passive. "Pretty good, actually."

Light's giant eyebrows cocked as he peered at me with one eye. "You're fine with the fact that you touch your dirty penis to the thought of your best friend?"

I tried to turn around to walk away from him, but he was there again. Every way I turned, Light's giant head was there, a disgusted look on his enlarged features, looking at me like I was some sort of infected scab. I finally stopped turning in circles and looked up at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You touch your penis to him too, so you're not one to talk."

Light scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, but I'm God, I can do whatever the fuck I want and a faggot like you can't say anything about it."

I narrowed my eyes. "Stop calling me a faggot."

He was quiet for a moment, just staring at me, those huge eyes never blinking. It really was like he was God, always seeing, all-knowing, all-asshole.

"You don't like being called a fag, do you?" Light said slowly, as if he had found the whole fucking meaning of life.

I snorted. "No, I love it, that's why I told you to fucking stop. God, you're retarded."

Light laughed, his enormous mouth spewing droplets of spit on me. "At least I'm not a gay kid who takes him mom's pills to trip his balls off to avoid dealing with his issues. That just makes you pathetic, worthless." Light's face moved closer to me, and all I could see was his huge eye with a tint of red. "You really think Lawli will fall for someone as messed up as you? Please, he would choose someone with AIDS over you."

The tears were pricking at the corners of my eyes, and even though I knew this was all some weird trip I was on from the pills, letting Light see me cry was the very last thing I wanted at the moment. Light is Light, have him be in my head or on the piece of paper I throw darts at that's taped to my wall. I would only let Light see me cry if he was literally killing me, and even then I would try not to cry. He does not deserve my tears.

I closed my eyes, trying to take in deep breaths and slow my angry heart. Light's laughter was all around me, surrounding me, encasing me. It's like there was this huge pressure forcing itself on my skin, digging itself in and making me want to be anywhere but trapped in my own head.

This is all in your head, I told myself, refusing to open my eyes for anything. Everything was so confusing and loud and just everywhere. I wanted to open my eyes, but fear kept them firmly shut.

Then, suddenly, I was shoved. Hard.

I hit the ground and felt rocks dig into my arm. When did I lose my shirt?

I rolled onto my back, feeling more rocks dig into my bare back, and opened my eyes to the bright sunlight, momentarily blinding me. I tried to reach for something, anything, but all I got was a handful of rocks and dirt.

"What day is it"

I shook my head, opening my eyes a little. "Huh? How am I supposed to know?"

Misa shook her head. "Dude, it's been a whole day since the mall crap you pulled. An hour ago, you came to my house, banged on the doors and windows, ripped off your shirt and started crying like a fucking baby. Then you passed out in my driveway while I get to explain to my neighbours why they have no need to call the police."

Misa sat next to me, her butt next to my head. "B, you can't keep doing this. Every time L forgets to call you or gets a new butt-buddy you can't freak out and trip your balls off on your mom's drugs. Lord knows what you did before you came frolicking to my house."

I sat up quickly, regretting it immediately. My head throbbed right behind my eyes, letting me know that I'd throw up if I ate even a blade of grass. I dropped my head between my pulled up knees, folding my hands at the back of my head and groaned.

"Misa, what am I gonna do? All I want to do is tell L that I love him, and that he's the only thing I think about, all the time. He just needs to know that all I want is him, no one else. Even if I tried to look for someone else, no one would even come close to how amazing he is. Jesus, he's the only thing I live for, the only reason I still breathe and walk and do the fucking dumb shit I do. Holy shit, what the hell am I gonna do Misa?"

I turned my head slightly to her, the idea of breaking in to tears sounding like an amazing idea. Misa was looking at me with a weird expression on her face, as if she had figured out the meaning of life and could now shit gold on command.

"I figured out your answer."

I just stared at her, her words barely sinking into my skin. "Oh really? Should I get higher?"

Misa snorted. "No. Tell him how you feel, you stupid motherfucker."

I laughed, snorting at the same time. "Do you think that would actually work?"

My small friend stood up quickly, kicking me in the shoulder, knocking me over into her gravel driveway. I instantly shielded my face, since you never know where her kicks will end up next.

"What the fuck Misa?" I yelped while hiding like a pussy from the blonde. She stopped kicking and I hesitantly looked up at her, still hiding half my face in case she decided to try and kick me again.

Her face was angry and frustrated at the same time "Of course this would fucking work, are you mentally challenged? Do you really think Light sits there and woos Lawliet with words of sugar? No, Light's a fucking psycho who want to eat L's blood. He would totally be swayed by your words and fall into your arms like he does in your fucking fantasies."

I hid my face again, adrenaline pumping in my ears and my heart pounding into the small rocks from hell I was laying on. I heard Misa sigh.

"You're not even fucking listening to me, you douche bag. Fine, let Light –"

"I'll do it." I whispered, my hands shaking against the skin on my face.

Misa sighed again, but there was obvious relief emitting from her.

"Good, you fucking pussy."

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A/N: Holy hell, that actually went how I sort of wanted it too.

Just so you know, I've been high maybe once in my life, so don't hold me accountable for any of this, cause I have no idea if this would actually happen or not. I just wanted something good for my story.

This piece of shit probably only has a couple of chapter left, so just look out for this crap-cake to finally be over with.

Thank you to those who have actually stuck with this. It really means a lot, and you guys are the only reason for me to write this pile of puke.

I love you all, so very much so.

With love, ~xxignoredxx