A Different Suite
Chapter 3
Perhaps, I have gone too far.
Human lives are not a light matter.
However . . . it is essential for growth and beauty; the antidote to the illness; the necessary means to an end.
Most of all, it is for purity.
As many are not willing to do such a barbarous deed, only I can do it.
I stare into the pleading eyes of yet another naïve, pollutant in my otherwise exquisite, perfect art. He is lying bounded as I continuously beat him with his own instrument. The blood is quite becoming as it contrasts against his pale, lovely skin. I am beginning to feel a splatter on my face.
Perhaps it is a cruel twist of fate that the very item that granted expression would also eliminate it.
Eventually, he lies lifeless and amongst the many shards of his bloody violin.
Crimson is pooling beneath him.
The moment is poetic.
This is my purpose.
It is only a matter of time before my creation comes to life.
It has been nearly three weeks since the report of the first murder and a sum of five people on the campus had died. Each of which, was a musician from the orchestra. The pattern was undeniable, but what could someone have against musicians that could warrant such a punishment?
Needless to say, the university was in chaos. Many students dropped their entire course load and moved back in with their parents to avoid being the next victim. Distraught and outraged families of victims were pressing charges due to the university's "poor security system" and some were demanding to know the official status of the investigation. However, the university was taking no risks in revealing any information.
The university, for the first time, was officially beginning to discuss closing for the fall semester.
While this strategy had good intentions, Light did not think it would make a difference in the rate as to which murders were occurring. He was beginning to formulate a theory of his own.
"What has Light-kun deduced about the latest killing?" The dark haired student moved his pawn.
"Hmm...It follows the pattern of the others: same time of night, area, and similar victim. It was rather brutal for the victim as the killer focused particularly on the face, suggesting a hate crime. Thus, most likely premeditated."
"I agree, anything else?" Ryuzaki ran his thumb over his bottom lip in thought.
"There is another pattern. Each victim is relatively new to the orchestra, which suggests the killer perhaps didn't enjoy the quality of their playing."
"I believe the culprit is a member of the orchestra." The violinist ferociously devoured his Danish, tearing it apart with small quick bites.
Ignoring the vicious treatment of the pastry, Light raised a brow. Usually, Ryuzaki did not make conclusions without expanding on them. Also, the conclusion was uncharacteristic of the usually calculating man and while it seemed unlikely, the musician felt as if he was being assessed somehow. On second thought, nothing was unlikely with Ryuzaki.
"I don't believe so. Most musicians understand the process of learning an instrument and would not resort to such drastic measures."
Light moved his queen. Ryuzaki raised his dark eyes to met Light's curiously. Light continued.
"However, assuming the killer is logical is illogical in itself. Still, I think it is more likely a deranged admirer who perhaps knows many members of the orchestra. That way, they can collect information without looking suspicious." The eccentric man moved his knight.
"Unfortunately, I cannot make any further deductions with the lack of information in the newspapers." Light sighed.
"I see, impressive deductions with what little information is available. I imagine that Light-kun will be an excellent detective. Oh, and checkmate." Ryuzaki leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees. A small smile touching his face. Light's eyes widen and he quickly scanned the board. Upon realizing he had indeed lost, Light dropped his head in shame.
He bitterly flicked his king, watching it fall on its side with a small noise.
Light thought he was exceptionally good at chess, but when he went against the raven, he only won half the time.
Perhaps it was healthy poke at his ever enormous ego.
The pair had frequently been meeting at the small local café to discuss the murders at the school and to play a few games of chess over breakfast. For Light, these last few weeks filled with hot beverages and dozens of pastries had been a unexpected, yet wonderful way to start the day. The fellow geniuses usually had very interesting conversations about the different theories of crime. To both of their surprises, they had a very similar prospective on criminology.
Light found himself looking more and more forward to his mornings with the eccentric man as the conversations were quite stimulating. It was utterly refreshing to have a conversation with someone that was so intelligible and humorous.
Not only were the conversations intriguing, but Ryuzaki was fascinating in all of his quirks. The man revealed very little about himself, which while that could be incredibly irritating, it created a puzzle for the bored student to solve. However, boredom was becoming less and less of a problem with the situation of the university.
"Light-kun's eyes are the color of my red tea." His own owlish eyes wide in wonder. Light raised a brow at the random comment.
"You mean your obscene amounts of sugar with some tea?"
"There is nothing wrong with the amount of sugar in my tea. It is quite necessary for my metabolism."
The student sipped on his tea, holding his cup in an odd pincer grasp. Light laughed quietly, until he noticed the shaking in Ryuzaki's hands. Without thinking, the musician reached across the table and took his friend's hand into his own. Ryuzaki easily let go of his cup of tea.
"Hmm?"
"Why are your hands shaking?" Concern was an odd emotion for the musician to experience.
Light held his hand in his, rubbing his thumbs over the dark haired man's palm. He continued to massage down to the finger tips, which were surprising soft. He ignored the nagging thoughts about how this situation was potentially inappropriate. It wasn't odd for a man to massage another man's hand, was it?
"Ah, I have been rather overworked these last few weeks." The man said while running his other hand through his feathery, black hair. The raven's eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed for a moment. Light swallowed as he suddenly noticed how attractive Ryuzaki looked when he conveyed normal emotions.
What the …?
Did he just think another man was attractive? And of all men, Ryuzaki?
Light narrowed his eyes, suddenly wondering about his sexuality.
"Besides school, what kind of work do you do?" Examining the man again, his pale skin and obsidian eyes were certainly attractive. Unconventionally attractive, but attractive nonetheless. Why was he putting so much thought into this?
"I shall explain another time, rehearsal began roughly ten minutes ago."
"Oh, shit! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was enjoying our conversation. Besides, rehearsals bore me." Ryuzaki sipped his tea. After throwing the chess set in his bag Light dropped several bills on the table, and dragged the now "attractive man" out of the humble café.
That evening, the brown-haired student woke in the dark of his dorm feeling uncharacteristically tense. It was rather odd as he normally slept very deeply throughout the entire night. He briefly wondered if it was due to all of the coffee he drank with Ryuzaki.
Ryuzaki.
That man was so weird. The way he sat, the way he ate, talked... Yet, Light wanted to know more.
Actually, he wanted to know everything.
He lie there, groggily listening for any possible noises that may have woken him.
He heard nothing but the ceiling fan. Then he heard it.
Scream.
An awful scream that sent his usually swift, well-equipped mind into a state of panic. He lie there for a moment, frozen and afraid to move and all at the same time, shamed of his fear. Shoving his emotions to the side, he yanked his cell phone off the charger and called the university police.
Knowing it would take several minutes for the police to find the scene, he quickly yanked on a shirt and jeans. Scanning the room, he noticed that Mello was unusually not home.
The student was further unsettled.
Grabbing Mello's baseball bat, he left the dorms.
A/N: I had some major issues with this chapter. Please tell me what you think! Also, I will update in a few days if I get 10 more reviews. :) I already have half of the next chapter written. Some major LxLight moments in the next chapter!
If you look at the first part of this chapter, I showed the reasoning of the killer. The reasoning is rather similar to the real psychotic Light in the anime/manga, no? I thought it was an interesting prospective.
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