Well... I don't like this chapter very much, it troubled me greatly. It does mention Light and includes Beyond Birthday in it, though.
If you read this and don't understand what part I am intentionally having BB play in this, it's pretty much, "BB helps Near recover from his rape with a price." (Eventually Near ends up becoming like B in many ways. Possibly BxNear)
But does Near even really need to recover? Is he just trying to dig L into his grave? R&R and tell me what you want!
No seriously. I need motivation, I thank you all for reading! xD Tell me if anything is incorrect or if you think this is rushed, ect...
Oh, unless my math is wrong (which it probably is) it is only day 2 of L's one week stay at Wammy's.
Will he stay longer? Probably. This story is going to be A LOT longer than I expected it to be.
And in L's dream, L was again seeing what may end up being his future (but probably won't be), Light answered "...No." when L asked him about the rooftop rain thing (xD) because Light had yet to experience that yet seeing as the hotel scene comes before the rain scene in the anime!
...If that didn't make sense tell me.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
In this chapter Mello says, "If we told you, then we'd have to rape you."
I don't claim to own that quote in anyway. I edited it to my liking but as you can see it is not originally mine.
For some reason this story seems to be slightly less funny than it was in the beginning. Is that really so? I must try harder if it is.
"I didn't rape him!" The raven-haired detective screeched.
"Of course you didn't," came the more than vulgar response, "That's why Near's locked himself in his damn room probably carving himself up with a knife, that's also why I had to come all the way back to this fucking orphanage—"
The younger man sighed, his life was falling apart. Why was Watari even here... why not Roger? "I'm sure the lemon is fine, Watari, besides the red head–what was his name… Matt? He did most of the—"
The elder man clenched his fists in rage, "That's not the damn point!"
"Whatever is the point, Watari?" Came the nonchalant reply, the other man was now clearly a bit too fascinated with his overflowing cup of coffee, mainly consisting of marshmallows, to even take into consideration what was about to happen next.
A hard, sharp pain radiated off of his facial features.
Watari had slapped him, hard.
As painful as that was, the detective was definitely a blessed child, yet again he had escaped from the mad, deranged old man whose voice was now resounding throughout all of what was now the sad excuse of a once proud place, gifted with the name of Wammy's house.
Lucky L was out cold.
Outside of what was now the detective's "sperm-filled office, spiced with a little sweat and an intoxicating radiance known as L (that now could be mistaken for some other bodily fluids)" A gale of wind was stirring.
A new plot was brewing inside of a completely insane, sick, and twisted individual's mind.
That individual was known as "B".
The raven-haired delinquent, as sick as he was, was even younger than L himself. He silently crept away from the door, his destination only known to himself.
I will tell you now, though. If you guessed "Near's room" you are most certainly correct.
L found himself sitting on a sofa, in a hotel room. Sitting before him, on another sofa was a blond woman about the age of 20 and a young, brown haired man. Possibly a young couple?
No. They did not look like a couple, at least not a happy one.
No… there was something more.
The detective looked down on to a table; there was a piece of cake, creamy delicate, delicious cake. Letting his fetish take over he reached for a fork, arranging it in his hands in that custom he was so used to, he reached for the cake.
"Hey!" The young, blond woman, dressed in some rather interesting attire suddenly squealed, "Are you not going to share with Light-kun and I?!" The anger on her face, surprisingly clear caught the detective in alarm, "Misa doesn't like selfish ones!"
Why the fuck should he share? "Well…" the detective responded, his English accent breaking the folds of what he thought was the best impression of his now improved Japanese accent, "uh… what's your name?"
"Uhm… Amane Misa…" replied the blond in an awkward manner.
The detective just shrugged it off, "Well, Amane-san… Light-sa—kun… do you actually want some of the cake?"
"No, cake makes you fat!" Misa commenced her squealing once more, then after a pricey amount of time quieted down, "…I guess it's nice you offered, though."
"What about you, Light-kun?"
The boy shook his head, his auburn hair fraying two and fro, "No, I am full Ryuzaki."
Suddenly it all came back to the raven-haired man, the rainy night, the rooftop…
But mainly the young, Japanese boy, though before he was only dreaming, the situation felt even more real now.
"Light-kun…" The detective let his ebony eyes wander away from the cake and to the young boy's face, "What is your surname?"
"Uh…" Light attempted to reply amicably, "it is Yagami."
"Do you remember standing on a roof top, calling out to me in the rain?"
Light hesitated for a moment, "…No."
"Are you sure?"
"See!" Misa exclaimed, her voice had strangely deepened, "I told you that man was crazy Mel, I told ya!"
What the detective had thought to have been Misa's voice had suddenly turned into a rather jovial shriek, giving L more than enough time to open his eyes in pain, right before being pounced upon by a rather emotionally unstable Mello, attempting to molest him wholeheartedly.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!" The detective screamed, thrashing about in Roger's chair under the blond's surprisingly heavy weight.
"Remember Mel," the raven-haired man cocked his head just enough to the side to see the red headed gamer strip himself of his shirt, "I get top, you get bottom."
"Yeah, whatever Matt," came the slightly vexed response.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS WATARI!?!?!?" The older man screeched, attempting in vain to make the words sound at least slightly eligible.
"If we told you," the blond lent down even farther onto the detective, crushing him with his weight, "then we'd have to rape you."
"He's in Near's room," came the chancy red head's vivacious voice, as he approached Mello and L.
"Matt," the blond clenched his fists, not even realizing that in reality he was cutting off the blood flow to the delicate wrists of the detective below him, "you idiot!"