By the time B had returned to Near, Near has his leg up to his forehead and he was thinking.
B can't want anything from me, I don't have anything. Not really information either. I've never met L, I've never seen L, but.. Yet they still have me. God. How long have I been here?
B stared at the kid in amusement. "OK, brat, time for phase two. You will answer all my questions honestly, or I'll begin my.. markings." The weird man started to laugh.
Near looked up to see B again. This time he had a knife. "It took you that long to get a knife?" Near was pondering out loud again..
In this case, that wasn't a good thing.
The black haired man growled and grabbed Near by his hair. "I did something else to, smart ass!" He threw Near back. The only sound that came from the albino boy was the 'thump' as his body once again collided with wall.
Near closed his eyes and brought his knee to his forehead again. This was going to be a long night.
Baggy jeans would rest themselves upon the floor, and red eyes would bore themselves into the albino. "Now. How old are you?"
"Ten." Near didn't know why he answered, he just did.
"Where are your parents?"
"Dead."
"How?"
"I don't recall."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite positive. I think I'd remember remembering that."
"..Smart ass. Now. Where is L?"
"How would I know?"
"Your his bitch, ain't ya?"
"No.. How would I? I've never spoken to him myself."
"Liar! You stole him away from me! All because I did some bad stuff. Well guess what? I'm going to kill L! He's falling into my trap! Kyhahahaha!"
Near didn't say anything. Best not to reply to the mentally ill.
B grabbed Near's ankle and pulled him towards himself until he was laying on his back.
B purred slightly, and stroked Near's cheek.
"Can I help you with something?" Near's eyes were following the fingers on his cheeks.
"Hm? Oh. Yes. You will bring me back the fun times I had with my Lawlipop whether you like it or not."
Confused, Near asked, "Whose lollipop?"
"Lawlipop is my hunny bunny. Kyhahaha.. You wouldn't understand.." B grabbed Near's arm and held the knife so close the the white flesh, that it was beginning to tickle the albino. "Now, you're going to be mine until I get my lawlipop..." The murder mumbled something before sending the point of the knife into the flesh, and cut a straight line that wasn't very neat.
Near remained calm. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn't show that. He could already taste the blooding coming out of his tongue while he bit down, so he didn't penetrate his composure.
Beyond would continue his work, until he had four pointed points attached to the line. At first, Near thought it was the number thirteen, but it was the letter B.
"Just be lucky I don't want to make a mess yet. That was just your arm. Now. Lets get this shirt off of you, and let me see that pretty innocent body of yours... Well, it won't be innocent when I'm done, now will it?"
Near didn't respond, just let up the pressure on his tongue. He made no motion to move. He did, sadly, have to make a remark.
"I thought you had some questions for me?" Near ignored his bleeding arm. It was bleeding more than he ever bled in his life. From anywhere. It was dripping onto the floor slowly, each with a slight "ping" as it hit the floor.
Well, at least it sounded like a ping to Near's dizzy ears.
"Oh? That's right. Well. They'll just have to wait. I'm having fun right now.. Too much fun to let it be spoiled by talking, so shh. Take your shirt off, and I'll be right back. Don't want to attract attention, now do we? And I promise you, if that shirt isn't off, I won't be nice about whats happening next."
Near didn't notice him leave, but he did notice he was laying on the floor, his arm bleeding. The shirt dress thing dyeing red with blood. He sighed. He wasn't going to take the shirt off. He wasn't that easy to give up.. But if his hunch was right, it wouldn't matter if he did or not. The murderer would show no mercy either way.
Life was going to be hell for a while.
Near, in fact, was on the verge of tears. Not from pain, not from humiliation, and not from fear.
He was terrified what this man was going to do to him, and if he got him, L too. This wasn't good, that was a fact, but what was the point of lying? He was going to be dead soon anyway, might as well make it peaceful?
No! If Near was going down, he was going to go down trying.
..For now.
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L rested his head against his knees. L wasn't one for cussing, but he had some gruesome thoughts running through his head.
Damn you Backup. Rot in his for the rest of your fucking miserable shit as life.. I didn't think you were a pedophile, but then again you killed all those people.. Stupid ass bitch! Damn Near. Why'd you have to get kidnapped by Backup? Now you're suffering aren't you, you little punk.
God damn life.
"Watari!" L called.
"Yes, Ryuzaki?"
"I need you to cancel the hotel reservation. I have a feeling I won't be needing it."
"Why, sir, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I don't know yet. I'll stay at Wammy's I should be fine. When I get there, I would like you to make sure no one is outside, and then you can.. go paly with the little kids." If he was going to get hurt, he'd want as little people as possible involved.
Better to have one, than a hundred.
Better to suffer, than inflict suffering.
"Yes, Ryuzaki." Watari left without another word.
L looked out the window. He was risking everything.
For Near.
No. For Wammy's. If one went down, they all did. Thats how it went at Wammy's..
Dammit Backup. A kid? Really. Wanting to take L was understandable, but a little kid who did nothing to you just yelled some bad stuff. But honestly, L didn't think Backup could get any worse.
That's all the murderer was. A Backup. He wasn't useful to anyone, except as backup. He couldn't solve cases that quickly to L.. Backup was like Matt. He was smart and all, but not all that devoted. But back when they had all been a part of Wammy's there was no second for third. There was A, Above, and B, Backup. B could also stand for Behind, but Backup sounded more.. official.
I'll get Near back to Wammy's, and I'll put Backup behind bars this time. Permanently.
L vowed to do so. And he would.
Or die trying.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x
B sighed. "We have any lemons?"
"No, Master."
"Hot sauce?"
"Yes, Master! Let me get it for you!"
"I got it. Go find me a sock so the kid will keep quiet and we don't attract attention."
The woman nodded and ran to find a sock. B went through the cabinets. Salt, pepper, onions, potatoes, poptarts, cereal, bread, jam, rice, etc. Finally! Hot sauce! It wasn't the hottest kind, but meh. It would do.
The woman handed him the sock, bowed, and left. B put the sock in his pocket, and carried the salt.
B headed back toward the kid.
He opened the door. He shut it, and pulled the sock out of his pocket. He dropped it on the floor.
"So. You didn't take off the shirt. You have balls kid. And I'm going to take them away. Ohyes, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be wishing you'd listen. Wishing you'd never taken my Lawlipop. Wishing you were dead. But being dead is mercy, so that won't happen until I get bored. And when that happens.. Beware." B laughed his weird laugh, and jerked the shirt over the boys head and threw it against the wall. He then put the bottle of hot sauce down next to the kid.
Near was exposed. Everywhere. His entire body was showing, save for the blood covered arm.
He straddled the kid, who seemed not to care.
Eh. Who had to know B was gay?
B kissed the soft flesh of the albino. He bit his neck, until it was bleeding. Still nothing.
He roughly shoved his lips onto the boy's and kissed him hard. He bit his lip and everything.
Nothing.
Hm. B walked over, grabbed the sock and then walked back. He shoved the sock in the kid's mouth and used it as a gag. He looked at his arm.
"Aww. Looks like it hurts. Let me help you with that." Near watched him as he grabbed the bottle of hot sauce, and upended it so it was dripping into the wound. He brought it up in an up and down motion and soon, the wound was burning, and B did nothing but rub it in.
...Dammit! Near tried to grit his teeth, but the sock didn't allow it. He muffled out something like "Stop" but it didn't sound like it. He squirmed.
Emotion.
He tried to pull away, but it just intensified the pain. "Aww. Don't like that?" B looked at his hands. It was covered in hot sauce and blood..
What the hell.
B stopped rubbing in the wound, and covered the boys eyes with the hand covered in the red mixture. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, until the albino squirmed even more.
Still no screaming. B removed him hand to see the eyelids covered in the mixture. None had gotten in his eyes.
"Wanna be that way, bitch?"
He grabbed the hot sauce bottle, opened the kids eyes, and let some drop into the squinting ball of eye.
..A noise muffled behind the sock as it met his eye.
Finally! A scream.. Well, something that sounded like a scream. B made out the word 'stop' and did so.
"Feel good, kid?" Near was squinting both of his eyes, resisting the urge to rub them. He needed water. Now.
"Water?" He croaked, still muffled by the sock.
"No. I'll be back, don't have too much fun!"
And with that, he left Near. Alone. Again.
Tears began to fill his eyes which stung worse. He opened his eyes, and 't tell they were tinted orange. He wanted them to stay open. He had to cry, he had to let the tears wash out the liquids that didn't belong.
And so, he cried.
He reach up, but didn't remove the sock from his mouth. He didn't want to be heard crying. The sound was new to himself.
For real? He was only a ten year old kid. He had some emotion, he just didn't show it.
Tears of pain soon turned to tears of anger. This man had humiliated him to the point of crying, and he still wasn't done. No, Near had to have a say in this.
And he was going to make it stop.
A/N The voting is still on. So far, L is going to be the dead one. On my profile is a poll. Vote there, or review. Either way works! P.S All my chapters are raw, and I'm sick, so any errors aren't my fault. I will have a bigger chapter hopefully next week if I get around to it.
~Lazy