Wow, well. I wasn't planning on continuing with this, but I've been reading so much B in fics that I just couldn't help it. So, after what seems like forever, chapter two.

The perspective jumps back and forth between Light and B, just to let them convey their thoughts on things. After this chapter, the real fun begins, so I've changed the rating to an M for future chapters. And I love Light to death, but I also love being mean to him, soo~

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Unwelcome Spirits

Chapter 2 — The Face of Fear

Light didn't mind that he couldn't move. Or even the fact that he couldn't speak. And he could care less knowing he'd lost his sight, at this point. The handcuffs and chains, gag and blindfold were one thing. But having the person who was holding him captive breathe into his face and being mere centimeters away from him was, for more reasons than one, disturbing.

Light had woken up not too long ago only to find that he was completely immobile, with the familiar feeling of metal restraints digging impressions into his wrists and ankles, and the unfamiliar chain that was coiled around him several times. His eyes were blindfolded, no surprise there. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was in his mouth to function as a gag. It was large and round, roughly two inches in diameter—most likely an inch and a half by now, as it actually shrunk in size. And it was sweet. Therefore, Light hated it, and made a face every time his tongue rolled across its surface. Candy, perhaps? If so, who the hell makes a candy large enough to be used as a gag? But aside from that, who actually uses candy as a gag?

He could also feel a warm, sticky slickness down the side of his face. Most likely blood from when he was struck unconscious by his offender. There was also a pulsing sensation in the area of the gash. It wasn't painful, but it was enough to make him grimace every time it throbbed.

This was all his own damn fault. It was his idea to have the handcuffs removed. His idea for L to pursue the criminal Beyond Birthday once word had reached authorities that he was alive and in Japan. His idea to continue searching for Kira while L and the other members of the task force tracked down the whereabouts of said criminal.

At that time, L had labeled the former Wammy's occupant their top priority, but he felt awkward forgetting about Kira, even if only momentarily, just to catch B. So, like the nice guy that he really was, Light offered to continue trailing Kira, while L went off to search for B. Where off was, Light didn't know. But L had, acknowledging his suggestion and putting full faith into his decision, had removed the handcuffs, and was on his way, leaving Light alone at the hotel.

B was already inside of the building when L had departed, and therefore took his place as the detective. He simply brushed his return off with, Watari will take care of it. Light didn't question it. The handcuffs were put back in place and that was that. Until B decided to make his move later that day.

Which was why it was all Light's fault. He wouldn't dare blame L for listening to and committing his trust to him. He shouldn't even have proposed such a ludicrous idea, however much he wanted to help lessen the weight on L's shoulders. But . . . it was in the past, and there was no longer any point in dwelling upon it.

And it didn't help matters by having that psychopath, breathing in his face like a hungry beast who'd just swooped down on his prey, preparing to feast. He didn't dare speak, however, no matter how uncomfortable he felt. It was true he was dealing with a psychopath (or rather, the psychopath was dealing with him), but it was painfully evident that this criminal, Beyond Birthday, was more calculating and clever than he wanted to give credit. After all, B had managed to fool Light into believing he was L, and thinking back, he was rather surprised he hadn't caught the tiny little differences between the two mirror images. But then again, it never occurred to him that L had a body double to begin with.

B thought Light to be unconscious during the exchange that transpired between L and himself. But of course, he wasn't so stupid to underestimate the boy—yes, boy—who was L's prime suspect as a mass murderer. He vaguely wondered if the boy would ever lend his ability as Kira to him, help him kill off unnecessary people, of which he could recall quite a few in his lifetime. On the other hand, the boy got angry every time B, acting as L, had thrown accusations at him regarding his innocence, and started spewing nonsense about justice and whatnot. Clearly he would not cooperate, let alone admit to being Kira and having a useful murder weapon that could kill from afar.

Oh, how he wished he hadn't given his word to L. Oh, how he had so looked forwardto extracting a confession from the boy . . .

No matter. He'd get to it eventually. The boy didn't seem like the kind of brat who'd go tattling to L if he did something—even more likely if he'd touched him the wrong way—so he was about 92 percent sure he could get away with doing something if he didn't leave a mark. Yes, it certainly deemed plausible.

B smirked in Light's face. Slowly, he reached forward and undid the blindfold, letting it flutter down his face to rest on the boy's shoulders. The smirk broadened when Light slowly blinked his eyes open and flinched in what looked to be an amusing display of surprise. But he quickly recomposed himself, B noted, and was staring at his captor with narrow eyes. And B just couldn't help himself to lean in and get a better look at those pretty pools of deep amber. Mmmm, he wasn't L, but he sure was damn attractive. Perhaps he would have a little fun with him.

Light shivered at meeting B's face at such close proximity, but he didn't allow his surprise to be seen on his face. At least not again, as he was sure B had caught it the first time. He didn't budge, and allowed B's intense gaze gloss over him hungrily, but if he'd remembered correctly, he'd given L his word—which was as good as a promise from B to L, it appeared—that he wouldn't touch him. Although, the look in B's eye had him compromising his confidence in the lunatic actually keeping his word.

"You're probably the most attractive person I've ever come face to face with . . . " B said softly, an indistinguishable purr sounding in his throat, tracing one finger down the side of his face where the blood had stained it. Then he smacked him hard across the cheek, making sanguine fluid ooze out from the gash. Light let out a strangled grunt as he bit down hard on his candy gag.

"Oh, my apologies. I should have taken that out first." B's voice was still at a purr, but a more malicious one brimming with intent.

He shoved his thumb and middle finger into the sides of Light's mouth, his blood and grime-encrusted skin dragging across the inside of his cheeks to grasp the candy, then force it out, a part of it chipping off from hitting Light's front tooth. B smirked and watched the brunette with amusement when he tried to close his mouth but having trouble doing so, likely from the strain his jaw was under plus the combined taste of candy, blood and dirt.

He found it was the latter when he saw the boy's tongue flick across the inside surface of his cheek. How typical. The boy was pretty and a clean freak. It was only to be expected. B presumed he wore product in his hair, as well. He sure seemed like the type. So, he leaned forward and . . .

Light blinked. Had B just sniffed his hair? No, that couldn't be correct, he must have been imagining things. He didn't care, anyway. The taste in his mouth was was lingering on his tongue, and started to bother him. So, he pulled away from B and turned his head to spit in a corner, a look of disgust plastered onto his face for a moment.

B watched on, greatly entertained. The boy wouldn't have done that if he were in otherwise better company. It was obvious the brunette cared for appearances. But, it appeared, not in front of B. At least, not in front of B when he was himself, and not playing L.

Then he frowned. Something, he couldn't decipher what, was . . . going on . . . between them. Light was a completely different person when he was guised as L, and always reacted with what looked like rejection every time one of his questions was responded to with a blank face and a flat answer. Then he had proceeded to give him the silent treatment for brief moments as if it were supposed to somehow affect him. Then was even more annoyed when B didn't react to the blatant cold shoulder.

It would have been understandable if Light had gotten angry whenever he was accused of being Kira (but B digressed, of course, seeing as how the brat really was). However, Light had only asked useless and mundane questions to which he got yes or no answers. Which is exactly how he knew L would respond. And yet, the brat had cocked an eyebrow after each reply as if he'd expected B to elaborate. Which L would not. Especially not to his prime suspect.

B was no idiot. Just from the way Light had smiled at him—no, at L, his Lawli—was enough to presume there was more to L and Light's relationship than just the typical cold and distant detective-suspect affair.

Affair . . . That was certainly possible. But the realization didn't make B any happier. At all.

Light furrowed his eyebrows slightly at the murderous look he was being given, two somber pools of black sending silent whispers of fury to his own disconcerted brown. And it suddenly dawned on him that B may have just figured out his relationship with L. And that he was definitely not going to keep his word.

Light vaguely recalled that L had told B he'd done a good job in "capturing" Kira. He already knew that L didn't mean it, just said it so that it didn't seem like he was protecting the brunette. However, as he watched the hateful look melt into a maniacal grin, he knew that B would use that as his justification for the hell he was currently planning out for him.

And when B leaned forward to to lick blood off his cheek with just a flick of his tongue, he was suddenly rocked with a sensation that was almost foreign to him

For the first time in a long time, Light was terrified.

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Just wondering, is there anything anyone would like to see happen to Light? Just curious. I might write it in. :D