I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this story.
It was 8:13 a.m. The morning sun seeped through the cracks of barricaded windows. The musty smell of metal and decaying wood filled the room. And in that very room, ahead of L, was only one door made of rusted steel. It looked as if it could snap apart at any moment.
To his right was some sort of metal object, relevant to a small dagger, stuck into the gray bricked wall. On his left was clutter and furniture. There was actually a decent sized bed and it was actually not that dirty or destroyed. Behind him was just a shadowed wall.
L slowly crawled over to the bed, scraping his palms and wrists against the rough concrete in the process. He clutched the bed post for support and pulled himself up, weakly plopping himself onto the bed, too weak to swing his legs up. So they rest on the cold floor as he wrapped his arms tightly around a somewhat soft pillow, resting his head atop it. This was the first time L ever wanted to sleep the pain and numbness off. But now was not the time to sleep.
"I see you've found the bed."
The raven weakly pulled his head up, forcing himself to use whatever energy he had left, and stared at his copy.
B smirked and leisurely walked over to L, staring down at the older male. "Well? Get on the bed!" he ordered.
"I can't..." L mumbled, digging his fingers into the bed sheets.
"Don't make excuses! I said get up!" B snarled, tightly grabbing L's legs.
And the raven shrieked in reply, trying to kick B away, his whole body spasming from the electrical jolts of stinging pain shooting in waves right under his skin. He sobbed and fell right onto the cold floor as B released him, still slightly spasming and uncontrollably shivering.
Beyond thought for a moment, staring down at L. "Perhaps I gave you a little too much spilanthol... No matter." He snickered and sat on the raven's thighs, listening to the screams and shrieks of agony. It was similar to bloody Mary, only, possibly, more torturous. "Are you gonna listen to me? Huh?"
"Get off!" L yelled in reply.
"Do not talk back to me!" snarled B, smacking L harshly across the face, putting a gash in his cheek, "You follow my orders! Not the other way around!"
"O-Okay!"
B scowled. "What did I just say!?" He repeatedly punched L in the face, bruising his cheeks and forehead, allowing the skin to split apart and bleed continuously. "You are untrained and disobedient! Like a mutt! You will be loyal to me or else you'll suffer the damned pain and torture!! Understand!?"
L stared up at B, his eyes wide and flooded with horror. He nodded slowly, his hands twitching and his body continuously shivering as B continued to sit on him. Tears stained his cheeks and shirt. They would not stop. They would never stop.
"Be good!" ordered Beyond, "Or I'll just hit you more and more! And I don't think you would like getting hurt any more, huh, Lawli? I really didn't want to hurt your pretty face, but you're a very bad puppy. Very... very bad. You must be taught right from wrong."
I'm... bad? Thought L, trying to accept it. But the words just wouldn't sink into his head. He refused to be a killers pet. Especially Beyond's. Again he nodded, feeling Beyond's bony hands graze along his sides. "W-What are you-"
"Shut up! You aren't allowed to talk unless I say so!" B scoffed, digging his dirty nails into L's sides.
The raven spasmed and whimpered in reply, nodding once more.
B lifted up L's shirt and peered down at his back, running his fingers along the visible bones. So skinny... and unhealthy. Doesn't he know how to eat right? Oh... All I saw in the kitchen was damn cookies, cakes and other shit. The poor thing is probably starving to death. And doesn't he ever go outside? He's paler than the walls!
L kept still, wondering what Beyond was doing. It seemed unlikely that he would just watch and experiment with him like this. So he turned his head to look up at B. His expression was absolutely blank. But there was a hint of something in those dark, icy eyes. L couldn't decode it.
B abruptly rose from sitting on L and slammed the steel door as he left the room, leaving behind a shattered echo from the door slamming.
The detective sighed, trying his hardest to stand from the floor. But he collapsed under his own weight, unable to move. Drugs were actually very strong, absolutely potent. He didn't even think that something so small could affect his body so much, no matter how much he knew about drugs. Very slowly he crawled over to the window covered with wooden planks. He placed one hand on the plank second from the bottom and tugged hard to pull it off, squinting his eyes and sinking in the burst of sunlight that shone into the room.
L saddened a bit. All there was in front of him was a darkened, overshadowed forest. He already knew wolves rested within those shadows. There was no escape. He gently rest his head against the windowsill and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into a heavy sleep.
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An explosion of thunder awoke L that night. It was 9:28 p.m. He turned his head to the side, having it feel just a bit heavy. It was raining hard. It pounded on the glass windows. The noise echoed through the empty, dark hallways, creating a melody of loneliness. Beside L, on the floor, was a plate of freshly sliced cucumbers, apples, oranges and kiwi. He rolled his eyes and groaned, turning away from the plate. First abuse and the use of illegal drugs, now real torture?
He curled up into a ball, but wasn't able to move his right leg up. He tugged a bit harder and heard something click. And then the pain sunk in. He let out a scream, staring down at his right leg. Three pieces of sharpened metal penetrated and curled into L's muscle, having him unable to move. And the pain from the spilanthol just made it all the more worse. He cried and sobbed and bit hard into the pillow provided, his body starting to spasm again from the excruciating pain. The skin and muscle only tore more from him struggling and uncontrollably moving. He couldn't stop himself. The sheets started to pool from all of the blood that poured from his leg.
It was a huge trap. B stood beside the bed at an instant, staring down at L. "It seems you have tried to escape." he stated, pulling a gear back on the metal contraption to release itself from L's leg. "Are you being bad again?"
"N-No..." L whimpered, sobbing harshly into the pillow.
B narrowed his eyes and punched L in the chest, taking out a pocket knife. "You're lying!" he hissed, carving the blade into the raven's flesh.
He shrieked and struggled in reply, the stinging pain burning him inside out. The skin splitting more each time he moved or took a gasp for air. The blood pouring from his body as if it had a mind of its own. "Please!" he sobbed.
"What!?" B seethed through his teeth, jabbing the knife deeper into L's skin.
The raven screamed and screamed, his flesh starting to feel like it was aflame. The tears flooded from his eyes, making them dry out and sting greatly. "I-I'll b-b-be goo-od." he spluttered, whimpering uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes shut.
B couldn't believe it. L has to be punished. Greatly punished. Do it! He was being bad! He is a horrid, untrained, wild animal! Tame that thing you call your pet! He gave a malicious smirk, flinging his knife to the side, tearing L's jeans to shreds. Next, he took off his own jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
L only stared at him in shock, not familiar with the act.
"You are bad. Very bad!" B growled, setting L up as he liked, "You don't listen to me!? I'll make you listen! You'll learn! Learn, Lawliet! Fucking learn! And don't you ignore me!" He thrust hard and fast through L's entrance, feeling him instantly tense up. He listened to the shrieks and gasping sobs and cries of the older one, only finding it to arouse him more.
He groaned and moaned at the heat, and stared in awe at the trickling blood that oozed down the raven's legs. It only benefited him more. He thrust deeper and became rougher as time passed, tearing at the soft tissue inside of L, pulling back harshly on his hair as he released deep within him. And he quickly pulled back, grabbing his jeans from the floor. "I was just being nice this time. Keep being bad and the punishments will exceed."
He slammed the door as he left, leaving a scarred L behind. The detective was beaten. Physically, mentally and any other way possible. B had taken away his pride, dignity and virginity all at one time. It was pure hell. Pure torture. No one could possibly go through this and live, so why did L continue to live on and have the pain take over him? It was simple. B didn't want him to die.
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Hospital (near the International Police Head Quarters)
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"Dad, I swear! Ryuzaki was taken away! I could see through the key lock of the closet I was locked in. He was drugged and dragged out of th- Hey! That hurts!" Light yelled.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm trying to help." replied the nurse, trying to bandage the brunette up, but he kept jerking back from the pain. He was gagged, tied up, beat harshly and locked into a closet. Everything was slightly blurred afterward, mainly because he was hit one too many times on the head.
"Are you sure this happened? Fear could trigger hallucinations." said Soichiro, trying to restrain his son from killing the nurse. After all, she was trying her best.
Light groaned a bit. "Yes. I'm positive." he mumbled, "And I really don't want to explain it for the seventh time. My head..."
Soichiro sighed and nodded. "Rest, you need it." he said, "What did this... Kidnapper look like?"
"I really don't remember... It was pitch black and he moved around so quick, it was amazing." answered Light, resting back on the gurney provided, "He was stealthy... and he actually knew what he was doing. He knew what to do with everyone, which scares me. It's almost genius..." His words slightly slurred and jumble together. He then started to babble unintelligibly, his eyes closing half way. "I'm sleepy..." he concluded, hugging the white pillow tightly.
Soichiro once again nodded, covering Light and reporting the news to Watari.
The elderly one simply nodded. He knew who he was working with. A cruel murderer. A sly male just a few years younger than L himself. Beyond Birthday. "Excuse me." he said, bowing his head, "I have a few matters to attend to now." He left as Soichiro gave a small nod in reply. What have we got ourselves into...
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Abandoned Warehouse (Kitchen)
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It was ten minutes to midnight. Beyond had been standing in the kitchen for more than two hours, actually cooking a cake. This was his third attempt. "Okay... I need two eggs, not three." he mumbled to himself as he read a cookbook. With a sharp sigh he cracked two eggs into a bowl with some flour and sugar. He next added a little vanilla and salt, mixing it together. "Oh! I almost forgot." he exclaimed, grabbing a jar of strawberry jam and pouring it into the mix, "The most important ingredient."
He smirked and mixed well, pouring the batter into a pan, placing it into the oven. "Hmm... This should only take about twenty minutes or so. In the meantime I should check up on my Lawli."
With a small yawn he emerged from the kitchen, walked down a long hallway and made a sharp turn to the left, ending up at the large, rusted steel door. He pulled the door back and got down on all fours, crawling over to the bed. L was dead asleep with nothing but a bloody, long sleeved shirt on. He stared down at the plate on the floor. L still didn't eat. It infuriated him. He forcefully nudged the raven awake, narrowing his eyes. "You did not eat a thing." he grumbled.
L backed up toward the corner of the mattress, careful not to set off the trap on his leg again. Fear flooded his face. "I... I am not fond of fruits..." he said lowly, never taking his eyes off of B, "I like sweets better..."
"But sweets aren't good for you, Lawliet." B replied a bit mono-toned.
L flinched at the mentioning of his name. This was twice Beyond had said it. It completely disgusted him. "It is the only substance I eat."
"And that's why you're so unhealthy!" B snapped back instantly.
"But I'm perfectly fine." L replied reassuringly.
Beyond exhaled a slow breath, trying hard to keep his anger down. He squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just eat one thing off of that plate to make me feel better." he muttered in a low growl.
"I refuse." L said.
B scowled at the words, tightly fisting his hands into L's hair. "You're lucky I gave you anything at all to eat! You're so inconsiderate towards me!"
L frowned. "And I should say the same to you."
"Excuse me!?" B snarled, "You dare talk back to me like that!? Who do you think you are!? Huh!? Who!? I'll tell you who you are and what you are! You are nothing until you're behavior is better! Get used to learning what is right and wrong around here! Because I can see a shit load of scars on your body in the future! Understand!? Do you!?" He raised his hand and it came crashing down against L's cheek, splitting the flesh wide open again. "Why don't you learn already!? Learn! Obey! Obey!" His hand tugged at the metal contraption around L's leg, having it set off again.
The metal curled into the raven's sore, swollen muscle, bleeding worse than last time. And his screams were ear-splitting. He choked out sobs into his pillow, spasming uncontrollably from the tremendous amount of pain. His grip was tight around the bedsheets. So tight they started to rip apart. And the pain worsened as he couldn't control his body no longer. The metal blade started to scrape and grind in between the two bones in his leg, resulting a popping sound to occur. A painful pop. It didn't break or anything, it just almost dislocated then snapped back into the socket just in time. And he soon passed out from all of the pain. He couldn't take it any longer.
B's snickering erupted into mindless cackling as he stared at all of the blood that pooled on top of the sheets. So beautiful... he thought. Nicely done. You did a good job today. You feel refreshed, don't you? Yes... Absorb that feeling and sink it in. It feels nice, yes? Of course it does! That's the feeling of being a winner! Being dominant. You've won. "I've won..." The words flowed from his mouth so easily, so smoothly.
He grinned cruelly to himself. He deeply thought for a moment, then heard a timer set off inside of the building. "Oh!" he exclaimed, his expression softening greatly, "The cake is ready!"
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Abandoned Warehouse (Five hours later: L's bedroom)
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It was 5:11 a.m. The skies were dark gray and the very light chirping of birds were faintly heard outside. B was overly happy this morning. He walked down the halls with a big slice of cake on a place, strolling into, what you would consider, L's bedroom. "Lawli-pop!" he chimed, twirling his fingers into L's naturally black hair, "Look what I have for you for breakfast!"
"No..." L drawled.
"No?" asked B, "Why not? No is rather a crude answer to give. After all, I did make it just for you."
L whimpered and whined a little, gently clawing his fingers at the gray-bricked walls. "Don't... Stop... I don't want to..." he mumbled. It appeared he was talking in his sleep.
B was getting a little worried. "Is someone hurting you, Lawli? Who's ass am I kicking today? Huh?" he questioned quickly, tilting his head at an odd angle to look at L's face.
But L was silent now. He rested back against the sheets, shivering slightly.
"Are you cold? Are you hurt? Speak to me, Lawli! I need answers from you!" B cried frantically. He was suddenly acting like a mother. Is this how he always acted when he was in a good mood?
"...No." L whimpered again, turning himself around so that his back wasn't facing B. He reached out and wrapped his arms around B, fisting his hands tightly into his skin.
"H-hey! Ow, ow! Bad, Lawli! You aren't a koala!" Beyond growled, taking L's hands and prying them off of his body.
And that's when L awoke from his slumber, staring directly into B's eyes. "I'm... sorry. I'm bad..." he said, his voice a bit hazy as he pulled back from his copy.
"Yes. Bad." B huffed, now smirking a bit sinisterly, "Now you're starting to get it, huh? Good boy, Lawli..." He took the plate of cake from the floor, where he placed it first, and held it right under L's nose.
L sniffed. It was cake. Real cake. He weakly rose his hand to grab it, but B smacked it down with a sudden force.
"Impatient, are we?" B purred, placing his hand yet again on the metal contraption around L's leg, "If you're my pet, you must eat like a pet. Mouth only, no hands allowed."
With a sigh L stared Beyond, soon lowering his eyes to the cake. He gently opened his mouth and took a bite of the cake, looking up at his copy to see if he was pleased.
He indeed was.
This is absolutely embarrassing... But it's food... thought L, feeling vanilla icing stick to the area around his mouth.
B smirked and placed his bony hand atop L's head, feeling his flinch and tense up. He assumed that L wouldn't screw anything up today, but things could change, he supposed. Slowly he started to stroke L's hair between his fingers, watching his reaction. "Come on, eat, Lawli. You need to eat." he cooed, pushing down on L's head, forcing him to eat.
L whimpered a little and obeyed, being forced to scoff down the cake.
B slowly raised his index finger, wiped the icing clean off of L's mouth and pushed his finger though the raven's lips, waiting for him to swallow. He did. "I make a pretty damn good cake, don't I?" he said proudly.
The older male nodded hesitantly.
"I'm glad you agree." B growled lowly, grinning cruelly at L. He grabbed the detective's shoulders and pinned him back to the mattress, laying on top of him, purring softly. Purring. He had never had such a masked look upon his face.
L couldn't decode what B was thinking or planning.
But as B stared at him, his expression became blank. His bloody eyes lost their sinister light. The look stared right through L.
"...B?" asked L. "Beyond..?"
B kept silent as he slowly tilted his head at an odd angle, staring down at L. What is this...? he asked himself. This... awkward feeling. It burns yet relaxes me... And it's just growing. It's pissing me off!
That is affection, B!
B blinked and mentally shuttered at the voice. It was so familiar. It wasn't L's or his own. So... Who was it? Affection? What are you talking about? Who are you!?
Oh, B! The voice teased. You know me! Don't you remember?
No.
Tsk, tsk. I can't believe you do not remember me. And... I see that you have a little something towards L.
E-Excu – What!? I do not! That is ridiculous! I would never!
Are you sure? It looks as if you're going to do something a bit mature there.
Like what!?
Mmm... Maybe kiss him, maybe something a little more. You really do like him, don't you? Love him?
"Shut up!" B shrieked, his voice filled with pure torture, "Shut the fuck up! You don't know how I feel! Stop speaking! Stop following me!!" His crimson eyes glowered down at L. "And you! You're the reason-! Stop looking at me like that! Stop it, stop it! Stop it!"
"B-But I'm not doi-"
"I said shut UP!" B screamed. He punched L. Just kept punching and punching him, bruising his flesh over and over again. He grabbed L and flung him to the wall, setting off the metal contraption for the third time on the opposite leg.
The raven let out a cry in reply, sobbing as he felt the blood pool beneath his feet.
"This is your fault, you disgusting, horrible mutt!" B snarled, starting to sweat a little from punching L so hard. He threw the man to the floor, kicking him in the side, almost bruising every delicate organ. He took his treasured pocket knife out and started carving into L's flesh, deeply and painfully. So deep that the skin split itself and continuously bled. He stood, licking the blood from the steel blade, staring down at his masterpiece: BB.
"Bad..." the killer whispered lowly, "Very bad..." He placed the knife into his pocket, slamming the thick, steel door as he left. The strength was suddenly sapped from his body and he collapsed to the floor right outside L's bedroom. "I've... learned something today..." he whispered to himself, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks, "I'm no good e-either... On the inside..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm pretty fucking ugly..."