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Here's chappie three, mon ami. :D
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What have I done… He emerged from the dark alley, clutching his head in guilt and pain.
What have I done… Blinking in the sunlight, he rapidly ran for Headquarters, attempting to cover his face from the passerby.
What have I done…?! The rest of the world paid him no mind as his head swirled with the consequences of his decision.
That maniac, Beyond Birthday…Ryuuzaki…Light stopped his sprint, slowing to a quick pace. He covered most of his stitched face with his hair, but the bright red still shown bright against his paled skin. Light wanted to clench his fist, but the B engraved onto his palms kept him from doing so. A strange tingle crawled up his spine as their headquarter building eventually came into view. Sighing, Light's pace deliberately began to slow as the building slowly began to grow, almost dauntingly, over his head.
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He slid through the last of the security measures, hair covering as much of his face as he could. The doors shut behind his with an audible swoosh, making Light flinch. He peered through the hazy brown filter on his vision at the line of screens and computers, which illuminated almost the entire main room. Light's gaze shifted to the spiraling glass staircase, and he wondered how silently he could make it up-
When the distinct sound of a rolling chair sliding across the floor caught his ear and knotted the anxiety of his throat. Of all people, L sat on the chair, moving towards the computer monitor farthest from Light, fully engulfed in work. Even so, Light was too nervous and scared to even pivot and dash out of the building. The only sounds bouncing around the room were the skipping of long fingers across a keyboard, and the occasional quiet sip of the detective's tea.
Light swallowed, rethinking his situation. Why was he afraid to speak to L? He doesn't know of the danger Light had put him in…
Maybe he didn't want him to see the state his face was in. Stitched in bright red, scabbed and swollen from where the maniac had pried around for information.
…And Light had given him that information…
The truth was stitched thoroughly onto his face.
The brunette must have assumed his breathing, for L's head turned to peer over his shoulder, the rings under his eyes slightly bolder than usual. His eyes widened as he looked at the brunette attempting to obscure his face.
"Yagami-san…?" he turned his chair to face Light, much to the brunette's dismay. Light stared down at the floor.
"U-um, yes. Sorry for any worries, Ryu-"
"What is on your face?"
Light's eyes widened, painfully; he had somehow forgotten about the long gash on his jaw line, completely exposed.
"It's…it's nothing, Ryuuzaki."
L's chair creaked; Light refused to look over. He attempted to make a break for the staircase, but a firm hand suddenly clamped around his wrist.
"What happened to you?" L's voice sounded closer to him, laced up with a slight air of worry. Light swallowed, steering clear of the detective's gaze.
"I said it was noth-" Two slender fingers gently gripped his chin, turning the brunette's head towards him. L brushed Light's hair out of his face, wincing inwardly at the sight.
"Yagami-san…what happened?" he insisted on asking again, keeping a gentle but firm grip on Light. The brunette felt a knot tie itself inside of his throat; he opened his mouth uselessly, staring down past L's hand and trying to focus on the floor.
"I-I told you, it's-"
"This is not nothing." L said, running a long finger across the stitching on Light's cheek; the brunette winced.
"…Fine. If you have me not know, that's fine. But this is very unhealthy and dangerous, Yagami-san. The…string seems to be...moldy. Or rotting…"
Light's eyes widened, but still found it hard to speak.
L nodded to himself, gripping Light's wrist and leaning him towards the glass staircase.
"We should treat these as soon as possible."
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Light closed his eyes, sighing as he waited on the bed he was still forced to share with L. the detective had disappeared into the bathroom, rummaging around for various items Light didn't care to think about.
He sighed heavily again, running a finger over the string lacing the wound on his cheek. He'd never had real stitches before, so he was dreading the thought of taking the thread out when it was a nightmarish feeling putting it in. but more importantly, he dreaded having to tell L what had really happened. The brunette was relieved that the detective hadn't seen his palms, though.
L walked out of the room, clutching a large white box to his side. He sat it next to Light, who could now see the bright red cross on the lid of the box. L opened it, rummaging around and bringing out a small brown bottle and a few tufts of cotton.
"I apologize if it stings, Yagami-san," L said, wetting the cotton with the contents of the bottle and gently pressing it against the longest string of red. Light flinched, a small hiss escaping his lips. L bowed his head and apologized quietly.
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Once L had finished, he dove into the box again and pulled out a small pair of scissors. Light swallowed, a most eerie and vague sense of déjà vu washing over him.
"Um, Ryuuzaki-"
"This won't hurt at all, I promise," L said; he sounded more distant and airy than usual.
"If you'll excuse me…" L brought his face dangerously close to Light's, examining the threads closely before bringing the scissors up to Light's cheek. He placed a soft, reassuring hand next to the strings, cutting a select few and placing the scissors on the bed.
"Please close your eyes, Yagami-san."
Light nodded, shutting his eyes and bracing himself slightly for a small pinch or prick of pain.
L took one of the cut strings in-between his fingers, pulling it out of Light's skin with a quick yank of his arm.
Light yelped, bringing a hand instinctively to his face to try and soothe the surprise pain. He gnashed his teeth as the strange feeling of almost-pain slowly subsided.
"Sorry…it's easier and less painful to pull the string out swiftly rather than slowly." L said, taking a small ball of cotton and dabbing at the blood that began to pool on the puncture points.
"Just try and focus on something while I finish, please."
Light nodded, clenching his entire body as the process began again. His mind eventually began to wander away from the thoughts and feelings of now and earlier, attempting to focus on happier times he had had.
Helping his sister with her schoolwork. Watching the beams of pride emanate from his parent's faces when he came in first on the national test scores. Just going to the café to relax. Meeting with friends and walking around the shopping center together.
Wonderful times in Light's life. Before the notebook. Before his rise above other humans as the god of a new, safe world. Why were there no happy memories after he picked up the Death Note?
Light shook his head inwardly, wincing slightly as he began to feel L's presence again. He quickly dove back into his thoughts.
L… Did L have a happy past? What happened to his parents? Would they be proud of where he is in life? Of who he is?
The detective had never even mentioned his past. Troubling, happy, sad, or painful, Light didn't know. His imagination and L's current state was all that filled in the gap.
Maybe L was one of those children who lived on the streets and was just born with naturally amazing detective skills. It would explain the way he dresses. Or maybe his parents were part of a circus, and they taught him skills and tricks to fool circus-goers. Maybe they taught him to sit in that odd way. What if he-
Light gave himself a mental flick on the forehead. For one, it's a little odd to dwell on someone's past so much. On another note, it was a little odd to dwell on thoughts of another man so much.
"They're all out, Yagami-san."
Light jumped at the sudden voice. He ran a hand over his cheek; sure enough, the only thing that remained were the holes where the needle pierced skin. The brunette looked over at L, smiling weakly.
"Thank you, Ryuuzaki."
L nodded, avoiding Light's gaze and turning to pack the first-aid kit up again. He picked up the crusted, bloody string with a small piece of gauze and wrapped it up as to dispose of it later.
Idly pretending to be busy, L turned his gaze over to Light slightly.
"Does Yagami-san feel better?"
Light nodded, ignoring the dull pain coursing through the rest of his body- particularly his wrists and hands- and smiled. "Yeah, thanks again."
L smiled slightly, serenely. But the smile almost immediately vanished.
"…Um, Yagami-san…"
Light sighed, already knowing what L was going to ask. He ran his mind through multiple times, sifting for a good excuse as to why his face was covered in health-threatening stitching.
"Ryuuzaki, the wounds were purely accidental. A passerby tried to help by stitching the wounds, but she was obviously no help…" Light stiffened, already positive L saw right through his lie.
But L just nodded. "I see…"
The brunette raised an eyebrow. How could anyone believe that?
L frowned, staring into space.
"Did this woman's name start with the letter B?"
"…W-what?"
L swiftly threaded his fingers with Light's, overturning the brunette's palm and bringing the dark red B on Light's palm into full visibility.
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Awful cliffhanger. I know. Oh well!
Hope you all have a change of heart and review. =D It'll make my horrendous new school schedule seem a lot better if I see that people like this chapter. ^^
Well, new chapter coming soon. ^.^
Lovely,
Novyuku