Shattered Porcelain
I do not own Death Note, nor its characters.
"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
--Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
Chapter Three: birthday
Light looked at his fingers. His math couldn't have been correct. No, it could not have been.
But it was. Today was his birthday. He was now a year older, with nothing to show for it. His past few days had been spent cleaning the home of a strange and homicidal man who'd kidnapped him and then, left him to find ways to amuse himself. Light looked at his fingers. His math couldn't have been correct. No, it could not have been.
So, his birthday. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…He looked down at his feet, which were dirty from traipsing around with no shoes in the fairly dingy space he was confined to. The past was coming back and he didn't like it, didn't like it at all. He could have sworn that his cheeks were beginning to feel wet, but that was probably his imagination (or something like that…).
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L was not having a good day. Strike that, L was not having any sort of goodness in his life, not since he'd taken on this horrid little case. He rubbed his forehead gingerly with his index and pointer finger. What had he ever done to deserve this?
A little voice in his head chided him and told him to look at the calendar. Not one to disobey the voices in his head, he clicked on the small icon on his desktop. It flipped open to declare loudly the date. The fork he'd been holding clattered to the floor as it sunk into L's mind the date. Oh my, well wasn't that terrible.
Light's birthday. Oh deary dear. Not a pleasant memory of his at all. He tapped a finger to the table and looked over at the few pictures he had scattered amongst his files. A smile graced his lips for a moment before it decayed with his good feelings. Light was no longer a close person, he was a victim that needed to be found. He shook his head and straightened himself out, trying to ready himself for the long hours of work ahead and get beyond the quiet tremors that were wracking him on the inside, all for that of a birthday.
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It was quiet in the little kitchen that Light sat in. A slip of sun came in through the window and cast itself on the dying wooden table. His birthday wasn't that big of deal. Just another day that skipped by in his life, didn't have many left after all? He stared at one point on the table with out letting up, as if to look up would cause it to disappear.
Just a birthday, not like he wasn't used to spending it all alone.
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BB merrily slashed at the young girl's legs, making precise little cuts here and there, concentrating so hard as to drown out the wretched thing's screams. Why had he forgotten his gag? Silly BB, always forgetting things, important things. This only made his work more difficult than it had been. He could stand shrieky things that weren't even pretty. He began to sing softly his Italian lullaby, the one he'd sung Light. It always helped the Light child sleep, whether he knew it or not.
Click.
He looked up and saw a very quiet Light standing above him and the girl. The girl began to scream louder, pleading with Light to get help, please, anything to save her. Light just stared blankly and looked at BB with a look that read blatant disapproval. BB smiled.
"Hello Light. Are you here to help me?"
"No." Light's voice was steely cold and his eyes were narrowed. He walked over to BB and kneeled down next to him. "I refuse to help you if this is what you are going to do."
BB giggled freakishly.
"Oh, but Light, I've always done this." Light frowned.
"That doesn't make it right…"
"It doesn't make it wrong." BB's voice sang out cheerfully.
"But it is wrong!" Light looked over at the girl, who was still panicking, "Look at her! She's frightened, and you are going to kill her. Who are you to end her life?"
BB paused for a moment. Oh dear. Light did bring up a lovely point. That wasn't acceptable at all.
"I am me. I do not decide when one dies. I only help. I can see when they die, Light, and I merely help them."
Light's face twisted into a not so pretty frown and he turned crossly to BB.
"But it doesn't matter. You are going to hurt her!"
"So. Someone else would have done it just as well as I would've."
"You are missing the point. It isn't some sort of sacrifice. It's out and out murder."
"Were it out and out murder, a much lesser person than I would have done it Light."
"You are…" Light stopped, his face was red and tears were about to fall. BB looked on with fascination. He hadn't expected the Light child to leak so easily. If he just pushed it just a little further…
"I am what Light? More than you are? I at least have more strength to deal with my problems, then let them sit inside me and rot while I play pretend with the rest of the world while the man who dumped me lives a merrily life."
Light snapped. His hand moved faster than his mind did and it flew, faster than a speeding bullet, its destination closer and closer.
Light slapped BB right across the face. An angry mark made itself known on BB's otherwise pale cheek, shaped like Light's delicate fingers. Light's face was full of rage and BB grinned at the tears that streamed down his face. The rosy hue that dusted Light's cheeks was wonderful, his whole body shaking with anger. What an angry dolly he was, BB mused.
"You don't ever talk about that!" Light exclaimed, shaking his finger, "I tell you my most secret of secrets and you use it against me, you bastard! I thought maybe there was some good in you, maybe. But no, you are just as much an inconsiderate jerk as he was. At least L was in a better profession then you, with your little murdering spree!"
BB's eyes widened. Light clamped a hand over his mouth after realizing his words. A strangled sound came out from past his hand and he squeezed his eyes shut before darting out of the room. BB watched those elegant legs move faster down the hall, away from the room. He glanced over to where the girl had been and noticed that she had gone. Oh deary dear. That was a problem.
He touched the stinging flesh gingerly, thinking, reflecting on the feelings that had rushed through his head. Pain, anger and…remorse. He had felt bad. BB never felt bad for doing anything, especially not stupid things like making silly Light cry.
He sighed loudly. Find the girl or help Light. Tough little decision to make for BB. He boredly traced his name with his foot and stared at the ceiling. L, L, L. What a silly and ridiculous name. Light could never have loved some one named L. He was far to logical for that, wasn't he? Why was BB even pondering this? He groaned and shook his head. Very bad for BB to begin feeling, very bad indeed.
Next he would begin to care and oh heaven help him then.
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Light stood, shivering in the rain. It was cold, he was wet and it was his birthday. He hated his birthday. Hated it. Nothing good ever came from this wretched day.
Nothing at all.
He heard behind him foot steps and glanced at the figure coming forth. He frowned.
"Come inside Light. You will catch a cold."
"I don't care."
"Well I don't want to have to care for a sick Light, so come in."
Light turned around and thanked the rain silently for hiding his blood-shot eyes and tears.
"Too bad. Maybe I'll just die and then you won't have to worry anymore."
BB sighed. Light was being difficult now. He walked up to the younger male and stared down at him. Light hadn't realized how tall BB was. He was at a significant disadvantage, but also found mildly attractive.
"Light will come inside. Now."
"You can't boss me around."
"I can. And I am."
Light gave BB an obstinate look and stayed put. "Make me." He hissed out through his teeth, giving BB a vicious glare.
BB grinned and leaned down, circling his arms around Light's waist. Light began to panic as BB's lips slid softly onto his. He groaned quietly as the gentleness turn rough, BB possessively attacking his mouth.
BB smirked against Light's lips and kissed him with full intensity. Light moaned and, finding BB's neck, slipped his slight arms around it, twining his fingers together. It was mind numbing, this kiss, Light thought, He just wanted more and more of the mouth above his. He gasped slightly as BB grazed the sides of his stomach with his fingers. So perfect, like a dream.
The rain fell around them and suddenly, everything was silent, save the whispers of pleasure coming from their embrace. A romance novel sort of kiss, where the rain mattered not and the people together felt only each other's warmth and passion. Destructive and wonderful, creating and destroying, all from the lips locked in the precipitating air.
BB broke the kiss, panting softly onto Light's cheek, who was out of breath himself. He grinned at the sight of Light's flushed face, bruising lips, hanging open and red, red like two plump strawberries, waiting and begging BB to return to them. Softly, he trailed his lips up to whisper, seductively, in Light's ear:
"Happy Birthday Light."
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L whirled around in his chair and allowed himself to wallow in self pity for a small amount of time.
"Mister Detective?"
He glanced over at a small girl, in a jacket, wet with her own blood he assume, who was holding herself in her own arms.
"Yes?"
"My name is Lana Yanderhaus. I, I need your help. Someone kidnapped me and…" she stopped suddenly and dropped to the floor. L rushed over and checked her pulse. Slowing. He removed his phone from his pocket and brief told Watari to call an ambulance.
Pocketing the cellular, he gazed down at the girl. Lana Yanderhaus. Well, L.Y., what a coincidence. He had a feeling that his day was looking up.
the end of chapter 3: birthday
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a.n. 5 pages! I'm beat! *lazy...*
Oh, the woes of being involved. Too much, too much I say! I apologize to those who had almost lost hope. I bring this to you! Cheer happily!
(oh yes, and I did make L so lazy that he couldn't even dial 911 himself. He called Watari to do it. Lazy bastard…)
Oh the twists and turns…
By the by, the next chapter is the last one. Or second to last. Depends. This isn't going to be a very long story any how.
As always, please review. They make me write more (usually good writing)