Okay, updating at last! I'm sorry... I'm just coming up with all this new stories and... well, here it is anyway! :) so enjoy.
Heh, the guys bullying (or at least trying to bully) Light is familiar, are they not?
Warnings: um, Light's use of language? He's really not as nice as he seems! And yeah, English not being my first language, beh. ...OOC?...
Disclaimer: I do not own.
My messenger from hell
chapter three:
"Hey smart ass!"
The sudden scream made Light jump.
It also made him turn to look behind him, even though he knew that ignoring them was the best thing to do. School, full of the soon- to- be criminals: the bullies divided into two categories: the brutal and dumb, and far worse, the smart and cruel.
This guy was the worst example from the worst of the two. He had a wicked smile, a disturbingly geeky haircut (and he was blond, golden haired, like a freaking angel, or at least disguised as one.) and ice blue eyes, which held an intensity and a rage that would probably make small children cry.
He stood out: there wasn't so many blonds – naturally blonds that is – in Japan.
Light didn't know his name, but of all the things he didn't like about school, this mean and childish boy was on top of the list. And of course – just Light's luck – they happened to be in the same class.
He had a pathetic friend, too, who followed him like a loyal but oh so laid-back dog.
"You look starving, Yagami-kun!" the blond said now, and the smirk widened. Seriously, did he think he was being clever? "Hey, bitch," he hit that pitiful friend of his, who was absolutely not paying any attention whatsoever, "how long would you give Anorectic-san before he peels over in class?"
"I dunno," his friend said, only giving it a shrug, before turning back to whatever it was he held hidden beneath his desk.
Okay, Light knew what it was. That guy was a sad, sad creature who held only one talent in his sad, sad life, and that was games, which was sad in itself.
If he had been Kira, that sort of people were the ones he'd killed off. That was a comforting thought.
Light faced forward again, coming up with a bunch of suiting answers (including the somewhat crappy, but probably effective: "I don't care what little girlie girl thinks about my looks.") but he was too polite – he had his reputation to think about, after all – to actually say anything.
'Little blond bitch will just be a cheap whore in the future anyway,' he thought, trying to stick to the illusion where he wasn't the constant loser. Where he won by shutting up and doing nothing but ignoring the insults.
'Fucking slut. Hope she dies in AIDS or something, and then hopefully that little man whore of hers will commit suicide by something so painful as burning himself alive. Yes, that'd be fun.'
He just wanted class to end. He knew all this already – he'd say he was approximately five weeks before the teachers, in all subjects, except for that dumb ass subject philosophy, where it was only four and a half week. Why did he even bother coming here?
Oh, right. His mom expected him to.
'Stupid housewife bitch to not see my true potential.'
The moment he had thought that, he felt ashamed. He loved his mother. He wanted to make her proud. And he respected her: that was just the frustration speaking...
He felt really low over all, when thinking about his life. His family was kindhearted and caring, and he wouldn't trade them for any other in the whole world, but still, they would never understand him. And school sucked. Listening to the teachers knowing he would do a so much better job, and not pronounce so many things wrong, and not be so boring you just wanted to kill them or yourself, that was awful. And in general, just looking at all the retarded people here all day made him sick, and his IQ was probably in danger of dropping.
Slowly but surely. He'd be dumb by the time he got out of this shithole.
Okay, not dumb. But ordinary. And smarter than those fuckers here. At least he had Sayu. Sayu was the purest person he knew, she was a light shining alone in those dark, dark times of cruelness and stupidity. Those dark, dark times that had been chased away by Kira and returned the moment Kira was captured. He could have been Kira, alright. Sometimes it was scary to ponder over how close his own ideals were to that monstrous mass murderer's.
People like his sister should be rewarded. People like Blondie and pet should be punished. Fuck, he almost wished he had been Kira so he could have just killed them off in some humiliating accident. That'd been fun.
School was over for the day. Immature and unintelligent bastards who spoke too loudly flooded the corridor. Light was stuck in it, moving with the mob.
He wished they would just go die already. Since L's weird visit in the middle of the night last week, he hadn't slept an entire night through, and his sleep was never dreamless. There was a disease, an illness, hidden in his subconscious. It kept infecting his dreams and turned them all, without exception, into nightmares. No wonder he was so easily irritated today.
The strangest thought suddenly struck him: he wanted to talk to L. No, needed, he needed to talk to L. L was smart enough to match him, he was an equal. Light was choking on all the stupidity around him.
Some other guy – not the blond bitch – was waiting by his locker. Light made a simple but, to himself, somewhat surprising decision: no books today. He just passed the asshole without stopping and without turning around, though he would have loved to get a look at his face.
If it wasn't bullies, it was idiots needing help with their homework. If it wasn't idiots, it was his so called friends. He could stand neither of them, especially not today.
He went home wondering how the ground could reflect the sunlight like a mirror, making it so intense his eyes burned. He cried without even noticing it until he got home and Sayu worriedly pointed it out.
Though he knew it would have been good for him, he never got around to call L.
There were no monsters under his bed or in the closet. No, he could hear them, they were moving through the walls. They were made of darkness, not of shadows, and they wanted something from him. Like his heartbeat, like his body heat, and every breath he draw was intoxicating.
That night, Light dreamed he died and was buried alive.
"L?"
"Yes, what is it, Light-kun?"
The answer came immediately. L had said that this line was always open, that Light could always call, but yet, Light hadn't believed him. But now, he'd called two nights in a row and L had answered faster than any regular person got to the phone. Was he creepy or what?
L sounded bored out of his mind. Not just indifferent; he was suffering from real boredom. Light knew that feeling a little too well.
The middle of the night again – okay, okay, this time, it was close to dawn – and he was calling the one with the lead role in the freak show once again.
What was this, when the hell did all his pride go with his sanity?
"It is as if Light-kun thinks I am his mommy," L commented. "This is the second time he comes crying to me at the most impolite time."
"I-I am not crying," Light snapped weakly and wiped away some tears from his hot cheeks.
"Then, what do you want?"
L didn't sound caressing, perhaps he had used up all his love last time they spoke, and now he was more like rather impatient. Light muttered something very much like "Fucker" under his breath. Then he pulled himself together and managed a smile, though L couldn't see him.
"Can I come over?" he asked, and his own question stunned him a little.
"Is that why you are calling?" L wondered wryly. "What do you have in mind?"
He was so humorless sometimes, Light was convinced he was somehow just fucking with him.
"Nothing like what your twisted brain comes up with, you dumb slut!" the brunette scowled.
And then he bit his tongue. What was with this anger? It was suffocating him. It felt like he was swimming in gasoline with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
Dangerous, to say the least. Besides, he'd never smoke, you could get cancer!
"...slut?" L's tone held amusement.
It was like this was all a big joke to him. It pissed Light off even further.
"Fuck you!" he nearly screamed. "Just...can I come over, or what? You better give me some goddamn directions, or I'm hanging up right now!"
There were some minutes of silence.
"Your use of foul language is improving," L then noted, silently.
No fair. That creep was so good at hiding his feelings, Light right then and there wanted to strangle him.
'I'm gonna catch fire. I am going to burn.'
"Would you hurry, please?" he said, in a voice not quite belonging to him
"Okay, since poor Light-kun is so persistent," L finally agreed. "I will tell you the address. But since I always, no matter what circumstances, must be careful, I will give you a riddle only a person who have been close to me would be able to solve, providing you with a password you will have to use to get access to my room. Is that clear?"
Snickering, which was very unlike him and sounded unbelievably creepy, L awaited an answer.
"Yeah, yeah, say it already, idiot."
Thus, L gave him the riddle. It was simple. It went something like this: 'Take the color of my eyes and something I very much like to eat, and fuse the first word with the second half of the second word, and you will get this fruit.'
L thought of someone named Brown who had played a small part in a case a few years back, which took place in Los Angeles and where the culprit was a scary L look alike.
Light passed the test. He knew the answer.
L turned out to be situated in a suit at a five star hotel that was too big for the average family, let alone a single person, but so stuffed with electronic equipment it didn't really seem to matter. There were candy all over the place too, of course, and cake, some of it half eaten, and empty cups that had probably contained that disgusting sugary fluid that L liked to call tea.
It was so messy Light felt it as if he was gonna faint just from entering. It was disgusting. It made him wanna throw up. He hid his nausea, however, disguised it with a smile.
L sat in the middle of the room, on the sofa, chewing his horrible excuse for a thumbnail as usual.
"Hello, Ryuzaki," Light said.
L turned his eyes to the teen, bottomless, empty in a way that was lack of emotion and not of intelligence.
"Call me Lawliet," he said.
That caught Light totally off guard. What...?
No. That couldn't possible be his real name. He couldn't just have one name anyway, and he would never tell it to Light so casually. There were no reason to. He wasn't the sort of person to simply decide to trust somebody: even if he had trusted Light, which the brunette doubted, telling him his real name was just plain stupidity, seeing how it was not necessary at all.
Maybe it was just some way of trying to con the teen, or another alter ego. But he had sounded so serious – that was what had led Light to believe it was his real name he'd revealed in the first place, even though he hadn't actually said anything of the sort.
All of this went through the overly intelligent student's head in less than thirty seconds – was he just thinking too much?- and when one minute had passed, he was confidently smiling.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I asked you to, and you have good manners?" L suggested. "Even though the last only seem to apply to you when there are others around."
"No, seriously." Light flashed another smile. "Is that another of the detectives you pretend to be?"
Without even blinking, L responded:
"No, nothing of the sort. It is my real name, Light-kun, or should I say, my last name. My given name you already know, and so does all the world."
Light couldn't help it: his eyes widened. He didn't even have self control enough to shut his mouth.
"Wait, why are you telling me this?" he managed to say at last. "Are you lying?"
If that were so, there was no way for him to find out anyway. And it wasn't as if he had any use for L's real name – he wasn't Kira – so it didn't really matter, even if it were true.
"...What were you hoping to gain from telling me this?"
"Oh, nothing." L gave a shrug and turned back to his computer, staring at the glowing screen which light was reflected in his eyes. "I simply wanted you to know this."
"You were trying to charm me!" Light concluded and pointed an accusing finger. "You were just trying to get laid, as usual!"
"However much your ego makes you want to think that, you are wrong."
Light sat down beside the oddball without asking permission. L could see through him anyway: why bother pretending?
"You're miserably failing anyway," he said.
"So, how is Light-kun?" the detective asked, ignoring what Light was getting at.
Oh, right. He came here for a reason. What was it, by the way?
"Uh, I dreamed," Light said.
Why did that make him come running to L? He always dreamed. He dreamed so often it made him loathe sleep, resent the night. And every day, he woke up to find himself uglier than the day before. How ugly could one get, anyway?
He tried so hard to be perfect, yet the person staring back at him from the mirror more and more resembled a failure.
"Nightmare?" L said.
"No, I dreamed of puppies and kittens and rainbows and stuff," Light muttered.
"Does Light-kun fear this things?" L asked, seemingly confused.
"Oh fuck you, I was being sarcastic!"
"So you did not dream of puppies or kittens or rainbows or stuff?"
"Do you have to be so retarded? It's so like some dumb kid to take everything literally."
"Now you are angry again," L remarked.
"There's no hiding anything from you, is there?" Light replied ironically.
"No, there is not." At least L took it seriously. "I am the best, and thus..."
Light cut him off mid sentence by leaning against his shoulder. L stiffened.
"...um, Light-kun, what are you doing?"
"I'm tired," was the only answer he got. "It's really nice talking to you, you know..."
He trailed off and yawned, comforted by the warmth of L's body. He looked like he would be cool to touch, but he really wasn't: L was warm and Light was cold, though the latter felt like he risked catching fire.
L made him relax, in a weird sort of way. Everything and everyone else just made him tense. There were so many dumb asses everywhere he knew he had been damned lucky to meet someone like L at all.
"I like you, you know..." Light sleepily murmured. "I forgive you for being such a freak..."
So, well, um... I'm kind of mean to Light, am I not? Anyways, thanks for reading, and you know it: you want to review!! Can you solve L's riddle? Haha, it's not hard. You'll get cookies! Yay cookies!
...if you don't have anything else to do, you can go check my newest story, Your darkest dreams XD. Wiih!! ... am probably gonna be this slow with updating throughout this story... am very sorry... please give me your opinions! :)