Death Note 2

*WARNING* some bad language!

Naomi Misora looked at him. He looked at her, still smiling, blood from his burns seeping into his open mouth.

"Hwk hwk hwk…" he laughed, his previous emotions gone, his face dark and cold. His eyes followed her every move as she slowly came to her feet, his eyes where the same blood red, only crueler than before, more inhuman.

"Naomi Misora. Hwk hwk. Are you scared yet? Or are you terrified?" she straitened up and looked at him, slyly, trying to hide her anger, so as to not come across as weak. She didn't say anything and looked down to her once ring finger. It was bleeding slightly; after all there were no major veins in a finger. BB saw where her stair was directed and found himself laughing again.

"Hwk hwk! Eh ha hwk ha ha haa hee! Ah hee hee haw haw!" he started to burst out laughing, blood spilling out of his mouth like drool, practically screaming his laughter out. He stared at Naomi strait in the eyes, still laughing slightly.

"Ha… you... Hee-hee you're still looking at your finger? When you should be looking for something more important… ha ha!" he looked at her again his body shaking slightly with laughter. She didn't get what he meant at first, but then she thought about the meaning within the meaning. My pointer finger…ring finger…my ring… engagement… Raye. He means Raye. What did he do to him?

"Don't you know, Naomi?" she hadn't realized she had been speaking out loud. He laughed, like he was choking on something, and leaned against the wall casually. She slid away from him, shaking slightly.

"Why don't you look…" he pointed to the door opposite him. She walked; practically ran to the door, shoved it open, and saw the glass on the carpet, the shattered window. If they had lived on the first floor she wouldn't worry about it unless she saw blood. But she saw plenty of it and they lived on the 13th floor, coincidently. Raye was lying on the floor, his throat slit by glass. His eyes closed, his arm outstretched to the door, the other hand on his side, the same side he usually carried a gun. No, Raye. Then she saw the bloody footprints into the room she had just been in. She turned to the one who had killed her lover.

"You….. BASTARD." She ran at him, but he swiftly dogged her attack.

"He he he ho ho hwk hwk….. ha ha ha!" His laughter filled her heart, and not in a good way. "Now your mine… Naomi." Beyond Birthday licked the remaining blood from his lips. She felt him grab her wrist and lick up some more of her blood that was flowing from her wound. She shivered, disgusted. He chuckled like a mad man. "He he ho hwk… your delicious Naomi Misora." He said smacking his lips, smiling like it was a complement. Naomi was shocked at first, for she had never seen this side of Ryusaki before. She stared at him, dumbfounded. He dropped her wrist, and licked his lips, making a bit of her blood slid down his chin. Misora found this as an opportunity to attack. She lifted her hand up harshly, and punched him in face. She saw him lose focus and scrambled to the door, closed it roughly and ran to the kitchen, where the front door was. She was about to grab the door knob and get the hell out of there when a voice said behind her,

"I wouldn't do that, Naomi Misora." He was standing about 4 feet behind her, his eyes calmly staring at the back of her head. "It's rigged. With something you'd rather not touch." He smiled slightly and continued.

"It wouldn't be smart. And you would leave your boyfriend's body with me. Who knows what I'll do with it?" he knew the thought of her loved one would make her pause for a moment. But that was all he wanted. For all he wanted was to make her stay.

"How do I know you're not lying? I'm sure you wouldn't have gone this far to just have me stay here." But he would, and she knew that. He had already killed Raye. Why not add some extra work?

"Why not, Misora? I have done enough damage." Then she turned, and looked him strait in the eyes.

"I know, Ryuzaki. I have seen it." She looked at Raye's dead body, not 15 feet away.

"But what you have done to me is unforgivable. And for that…" she glared at him, new and brightly lit anger in her. "I guarantee I will kill you myself."