Yeah... I don't know anymore, really.
Long chapters FTW! :D
It is now day 3/7 of L's one week stay at Wammy's. (sp? -too lazy to look in the HTR 13-)
No Matsuda or Light... but there is gambling and B being vain, it that's interesting at all.
Tell me if anything doesn't make sense. And yes, B and Near ratted on Matt and Mello, hence why the two boys were locked in the closet with L.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
You have to admit... BxNear is kind of cute, right...? (Though, I much prefer BxMello/Matt)
I dunno if this is how you play Go Fish, but this is how I play it. xD
Review, please! This chapter is more serious than funny, especially the ending, but please go with it anyways! xD
"Gimme your Jacks, Mel!"
"…Go fish."
"Fuck you!" The red headed boy shifted across the floor, reaching towards the remains of the stock.
L quietly dug through the contents of his sleeves, pulling out a Queen of Hearts, he replaced the Jack of Spades currently in his hand with the Queen.
"Uh…" Mello began, "Do you have a Jack, L?"
"No, go fish."
L, along with his new companions, cramped inside of the albino's closet, played through the night; switching to and from different card games frequently. Did I mention they were avid gamblers? Mello lost his right to free speech and Matt lost his freedom all together.
L, being the crafty man that he is, cheated throughout all of the night and managed only to lose his right to alcohol of any kind.
He also did have to sign a contract, stating he would have to chop his dick off whenever the gamer or chocolate addict pleased. So, it was painfully obvious he would evidently lose his cock whenever the two younger boys deemed the time worthy.
The detective shuddered at the thought.
"So…" L sighed, having played card games for hours on hours; the boredom was taking its toll on him physically and mentally. He leaned against the wall, "Now will you tell me why Watari put you two in here?"
"No." The gamer replied.
"Are you forgetting you have not an ounce of freedom left? If you refuse your dictator your decapitated head ends up lying motionless on the ground… In other words if you don't tell me you'll be beheaded and yes…" L grinned, "that does mean your death."
The red-head's face paled.
"We don't have to tell you!" Mello replied, his statement lavish with contradiction.
"You, lemon, do not have the right of free speech," Came the furious retort.
"What are you going to do, cry to your mommy—or Watari about it? Seriously, L."
"..."
"…Look," the vexed reply finally came after numerous seconds of nothing but silence and Matt's humming abruptly meeting their ends, "I just want to know what happened, to see if either of you are more of a liability than you were before."
"We don't owe, you, Watari, of Wammy's anything!" Mello's face flushed with great anger, "We even got the fucking handcuffs off of those damn wrists of yours! You should be grateful!"
All of the words after "anything" never reached the detective's ears, or at least they did but only in a buzzing, ineligible way.
The usually stoic detective burst into cynical laughter, "You don't owe me anything?! What sick joke are you trying to pull?! I've lost everything; I've been reduced to nothing!" L's lungs gasped for air as he waited for the narcissistic response.
It never did come; though, the thing that replaced it defied L's expectations, although if you knew the blond well enough, it probably would have defied yours as well.
Saying sorry isn't something that comes easily for Mello.
"I'm sorry" is also a phrase obscured deep within the contents of Mello's vocabulary intellect.
But all the same, the words came from the blond's mouth, shrouded in what the detective deemed not to be faux pity.
Though, that moment was ruined completely as Matt, using himself as a battering ram, fruitfully took down the door. Glee on his face he went back to the other two occupants to inform them of his success.
"I wonder how many brain cells you've just kille—"
"I don't think he has any left to kill, L." The chocolate addict interrupted with a smirk.
"Well, sorry!" The red head replied, his usually bashful face having been taken over by sarcasm.
"Sorry doesn't bash B and Near into a wall, Matt!"
It was now evident to L that the other two boys had a hate equivalent of his for Beyond Birthday and Nate River as well, and even though he wanted more than ever to use them as weapons in this unfolding war that was erupting between him, and the delinquent and albino (on a pathetic battleground, might I add!), he made a sarcastic remark nonetheless.
"Sorry also doesn't restore me, the great detective L, to his former glory. Does it, Mello?"
And so L crossed an invisible barrier no other person, knowledgeable of Mello's rash destructiveness, or not, would have touched with a 40 foot pole.
L crossed the line, it being a decision you cannot go back on; L had no choice but to keep moving forward, forward into the newly boiling cauldron of rage that was that of no one else but Mihael Keehl.
The albino sat unblinking as he watched Beyond Birthday smother his hair with shampoo for the fifteenth time that morning. The only thing keeping him in the delinquent's bathroom, being the mad man himself who had complained that his bathroom had not any mirrors (or that they made him look fat, though Nate respectfully disagreed, Beyond looked anything but fat), and the aroma radiating from the raven head, his choice of shampoo elegant and irresistible.
"I think it's all been washed out of your hair by now, B."
The delinquent sighed, lowering his head to rinse once more, "can you hand me the leave in conditioner, and the eyeliner, Near?"
"Why do you need eyeliner?"
After a good amount of time and hard scrubbing, B lifted his head, turning off the faucet.
As his scarlet eyes met Nate's, the albino could see that the bags that he lavished so, had disappeared; leaving behind a trace of what he now knew was eyeliner. The black liner ran all the way down B's left and right cheeks to his chin.
Even now, as he stared at the sadist, even in disappointment that the black bags were in fact eyeliner and not the consequence of staying up endless nights plotting revenge on L. B still took his breath away.
"Now you know, so give me it," the delinquent's voice came out, harsher than intended, though the younger boy obviously couldn't read B's mind. Oh, how he regretted taking his stress out on Near, as sadistic as he could be… Near was not an object that he could torment.
Though, he did have to admit, he did wonder what it would be like for a knife to gently pierce the snow white skin of the albino's. It may hurt the poor boy a little… but maybe Near could enjoy it as much as the master of the weapon could as well?
He shook his head to get rid of the thought.
Beyond watched Nate slowly raise himself from the floor, obviously not enjoying it a bit, he reached towards the cupboards right above the bathroom's faucet to retrieve the two objects he had requested. B could tell Near; try as he might, was suppressing a scowl.
"Wait…" the delinquent grabbed the albino's slender hands, "I'll get them."
"You told me to get them." Near was obviously offended, perhaps thinking he had failed the quest he was given. Or maybe he was still angry at B for how he had addressed him earlier. It was probably the latter.
"I'm sorry, Near…" the raven-haired boy sighed yet again, making him look like a victim of depression, none the least.
The albino cocked his head to the side, "for what?"
"…For sounding so harsh earlier."
Near looked away, "It's OK, I guess… I mean, it's not like you meant it."
"You're not mad?"
The younger boy turned his head, his face incredulous and disbelieving, "why would I be?"
Beyond Birthday was never one for words.
He was also never one for intimacy, the only exception being when it was faked. But no sex, Beyond didn't do sex.
As Roger always said, as much as he hated the old coot, when Hell is thrown at you, choose the lesser of the two evils.
And so B did, the lesser evil again being the latter.
When Beyond Birthday wrapped Nate River in his warm embrace, he finally felt content with himself; he was the shield for the one he loved.
Never before had he felt the need to protect anyone, not until now.
Never before did he not feel the need to harm even one person, until now.
The one person who could fill Beyond's stone cold heart was Nate River.
But Nate River was also the one who could take it, and that he did.
A sadistic, vain murderer finally admitted he had fallen victim to love.
And oh, it felt so good.