Woot. Update. =D
Sorry I took so long. I'm a very lazy human being. A very lazy human being who DOES NOT own Death Note. Or Ayumi Hamasaki. Please do not sue meh. T_T
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Light's eyes widened. H-How…?
L remained emotionless as he awaited Light's explanation. His eyes were at first fixated on the other man's nervous brown irises, but they gradually moved down to the wound marks on Light's hand. B. It could stand for anything. Bethany, buttons, balloons, Bobby, birthday. Limitless possibilities, but L already knew the answer.
B.
Beyond Birthday.
L's breath hitched in his throat. How did he manage to find Light? Why did he do this?
Whatever the reason, this is all my fault. He could have cried. The detective couldn't remember the last time he did that. Why now…?
We have time to dwell on things later. He looked back up at Light, his head slightly cocked.
"Do you have an answer?"
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Light did have an answer. The right answer, the wrong answer. Lies and truths. But nothing would come out. Why? Would L hate him if he told the truth?
But he already hates me. I'm Kira. He secretly despises me. So what if he hates Light too?
But he still couldn't bring himself to speak. Light heard L's question, and could only give a light nod of the head as his answer.
"Then please, explain."
Light's hand began to shake, the tremors running through his and L's entwined fingers. He wanted nothing more to tell L the truth; but he felt, if attempted, he would break down for one reason or another. Why?! Why couldn't his mouth open?
It was Beyond Birthday. I told him where you are. He knows. He knows! Leave! He'll just do this to you, too! Or worse! Go!
…Maybe L could read minds. That would have been of so much help.
"…He's…It was.." Light had finally managed to mentally pry his mouth open, just barely. L had suddenly perked up in hopes of finding some information, but soon realized it might be a slower process than expected.
"He knows…" Light's whole body hurt. Cut and uncut, he felt as if his body was being pushed through a grinder. He was going to break soon- what kind of pain was this? It wasn't even physical- it hurt just as much, but all over. Inside and out. What the hell was wrong with him?
…Is this what guilt is?
"Who knows, Light?"
Light winced at his first name; why, he didn't know, it just felt strange to hear the detective call him Light and not Yagami-san. He took a deep breath. He managed to form three complete words, he could make two more. His body disobeyed him, shaking voluntarily, but he had a half-decent restraint on his mind.
"Be…-" Light choked on a sob, suddenly wrapping his arms around L's shoulders, whimpering slightly.
"Beyond Birthday…I told him where you were, Ryuuzaki…"
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Loud pop music blared through the speakers of the pink and white bedroom, the occupant dancing around in the middle of the floor happily and giddily. The popular artist Ayumi Hamasaki began to sing with the tune, the teenage girl attempting to mimic the artist's voice. Her black hair, tied in two curling pigtails, bounced around her happy face, not a care in the world reflected in her near perfect features.
BAM. CHK, Cshhhhh. Loud noises interrupted her song. She stopped dancing and singing and turned off the stereo, looking around to see what the commotion was.
"Okaa-san? What happened?" The girl walked over to her door, opening it slowly.
Maybe she just dropped some dishes… She thought as she walked down the hallway and emerged into the kitchen.
"Is everything all-" The girl interrupted herself with a blood-curdling scream at the sight she walked in on.
An older woman, around 40, sat in a kitchen chair, slumped over on the table. One of her arms lay across from her, still bleeding; the other was on the floor in a pool of red liquid. The mother's face was turned to the girl, gaping bigger than humanly possible- a broken jaw. She was missing one eye, the empty socket dripping blood into the other open, staring eye. The girl doubled over, emptying her stomach at the sight. She was breathing heavily, not able to bring her eyes up to see the terror again.
She gasped suddenly, a sharp, intense pain erupting from her back. She fell onto her side, whimpering and crying in pain. Another stab, this time in her throat, suddenly silenced her. The assailant picked her up, gathering his required materials and going to work.
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L's already wide eyes grew a little wider.
I was right…"Yagami-san, please calm down…" He himself needed to calm down- his mind was buzzing with mixed emotions and thoughts.
It's all my fault…I let him go out!Why didn't I say no?
He should have been more careful.
How did this happen?
Anger
Fear.
Pity.
Sadness.
Guilt?
Light suddenly pulled away from L. His voice had been found.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Do you even know what I did?"
"I comprehend perfectly what you did. What I don't understand is why," L said, resuming his role as a pitiless detective.
"He-he was going to do this to me all over again…! I had too…I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
L frowned, slipping his finger in between his fingers. What else had B done to him?
"Please remove your shirt, Yagami-san."
Light froze, his cheeks coloring slightly. "E-excuse me…?"
"Please remove it." L stated again, more sternly.
Light reluctantly complied, undoing the buttons of his shirt and sliding his blazer off of his shoulders. He slid both away from his body, exposing his cut up torso to the detective.
L gasped to himself, under his breath. Hoping Light didn't hear, he stood up, nodding his head.
"I apologize, but there is nothing else I can do for you. You might want to go to get the larger wounds checked-"
He was interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned. "Come in."
Watari poked his head through the opening of the door. Walking the rest of the way in. He bowed.
"Master Ryuuzaki, please come downstairs. It's…another murder."
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L and Light walked down the spiraling staircase, an awkward silence looming over both of them. Watari led them over to a computer screen, which had an extremely recent article opened up.
"Please, have a seat.." L sat down in the rolling chair in his odd fashion, Light seated next to him.
Serial Murderer Suspected of Striking AgainTwo members of the Nohmura family were found dead in their peaceful home on November 17, just a few hours ago. Takaeta Nohmura, 42, was a mother of three, living with her youngest child and husband, who was at work at the time of the murder. Takaeta was found at her kitchen table, arms mutilated(Above, left) and her face brutally injured.
They all looked at the picture- Light gasped, placing a hand over his mouth. L remained placid faced, secretly unnerved to a great degree.
Her youngest child, Mikatomi Nohmura, 18, was found in the kitchen as well, her body and face mutilated to a much greater degree than her mother's. (Above, right and below, right)
The following images earned gasps from both men.
The young girl was impaled through her chest with a metal spike, the instrument that held her to the wall. Her arms were completely severed from her body, pinned to the wall next to the girl. There were B's on both of her palms. In the first picture, her head was hanging, covering her face and most of her naked chest. Her knees were impaled into the wall, her feet missing. The bottom picture showed her with her head up, an even more disturbing sight. Her eyes were missing, her jaw unhinged and hanging uselessly. The girl's neck was completely stripped of skin and muscle, only the spinal cord left to support her head. Blood dripped like tears from her eyes. There were red ribbons tied at the base of her neck, both of her shoulders, her waist, her ankles, and on her separated wrists. Above her, in both images, in large, rune-like and scrawly letters, was the message:
SEE YOU TONIGHT.
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Yep, another cliffhanger.
BBXL guaranteed in the next chapter!
So, hope it made some of you cringe, but hope you liked, nonetheless. This was a pretty pointless chapter.
Not much LXLight, either. :/
Oh well. Laters,
EFTU- Novyuku.