A Cry For Help Chapter 5- The Choice (pt. 2)
Mello looked back to Roger, a puzzled expression on his face "I got a phone call from someone you two might like to meet."
Pre-Yotsuba- unknown
This was impossible. He had been sitting awake for almost three days debating this, and every time he came to a conclusion, he would realise that he was completely wrong about it all. The growing sense of hatred and frustration now arose every time he confronted the decision.
He was getting paranoid, that's all. Paranoid that it would turn out like last time. But he changed the system, and made sure that the carers reported on the childrens' mood, eating habits, sleep patterns, and other important factors to make sure that they weren't at risk. Of course he allowed for the children to have their own free will. "Strange" mannerisms were expected, and were not discouraged or seen as weird. They are reported, but only for safety reasons.
His mind was wandering again. When trying to decide, his mind seemed to try to protect itself by distancing itself from the problem at hand. It was the only time he couldn't concentrate.
Ever since the last successors passed and the system was changed, he was required to choose someone. But he was usually busy with other jobs that he had to devote most of his time to, like observing Light and Misa. But since the task force insisted he have a few days off after his rather…intense interrogation of the two suspects, he had nothing to do. When he was left with his own time, this was the only thing he had to do.
"I need another distraction. It's getting… boring." He was talking to no one in particular, and sat in silence for quite a while before calling out to his companion in the other room "Watari, please can you bring out some tea?"
"Of course." A voice belonging to an elderly, moustached man replied. There was sounds of a kettle boiling, the "clink" of a metal spoon against china, and footsteps before the man in the dark room was able to see Watari entering.
He walked across the room towards the table and set the tray down beside the man crouched down on the floor before saying, "You should have a light on in here or you'll ruin your eyesight." His voice sounding like a broken record to the man on the floor. He had spent the past few days in this room using nothing but the computer's screen as a light, and his colleague was starting to become concerned.
"Watari, has anything happened with the Kira case lately? Have any criminals been killed? Has Light confessed yet?"
"I'm afraid not; Light remains certain that he is not Kira and refuses to admit that neither Misa nor himself have any connections to them." Watari stated whilst removing the teacup, bowl of sugar cubes, cakes, and other sweets from the tray, and putting them on the table. Immediately, the man sat on the floor started dropping sugar cubes into the cup.
"That's unfortunate. Thank you Watari." He replied, not taking his eyes off the sugar cubes. After their conversation, the older of the two left the room, leaving the other alone once again.
Hours of eating sweets and drinking tea passed without even thinking of the decision, then a day, then three days, before he admitted to himself:
"I need help."
He did. He needed help with this decision, with his friendship with the only two suspects they had, with the danger he is constantly putting himself in by getting more and more personally involved in the case, with his mental state in general.
And through admitting all of the things he needed to fix in his current state, he realised something: He needed help with the case, more help. He needed the help from minds like his.
No. I can't do that to them. They'd be in so much danger. They would refuse to cooperate too. And even if they did, they would still feel the need to compete – it's just normal for them. L instantly disregarded the idea of involving children, children, in the case. But what else could he do? Kira obviously had a similar mind to the detective and there are only two realistic possibilities:
Light is Kira and whilst he is imprisoned he cannot kill anyone – the only problem with this is that he seems far from admitting, and even if he did, it wouldn't be as reliable as sound evidence like a murder 'weapon' of sorts. He would have to be released at some point either to go to prison or to be set free. And Light already knew what L looked like.
Light isn't Kira and the real Kira is using him as a suspect - leading him to believe that he cannot kill because he is imprisoned, whilst gathering information about the detective, slowly plotting his demise.
Either way, he knew he was in danger. he had made too many mistakes at the beginning of the case. Revealing his identity to a suspect, becoming friends with said suspect, and getting involved with his relationship, in which their partner is also a suspect.
The FBI had refused to work with him, shortly followed by the rest of the international police force in general. He had no one to ask. No one to turn to. He started to think:
No. not this again. I can't live my life as an unmade decision. They aren't in any danger anyway. "Pull yourself together!" He finished his sentence aloud.
And at that, he picked up the phone, and dialled the number he knew off by heart. After a few rings someone picked up.
"Hello?" The voice sounded suspicious of the caller.
"Roger" The man replied and the person on the other end instantly relaxed.
"L"
AN: Shit chapter! There, I said it before you had the chance to. Goddammit…
Anyway, sorry about this, I just needed to get the second part of this chapter out before it killed me. This chapter as a whole has annoyed me so the next chapter will be long and things will make sense. But please review if you want to…or don't… it's your life
Until next time my few readers