Fear is The Enemy
By: L.Is.Cool
CHAPTER TWO
Disclaimer: Yay! Chapter Two is here! I'm really trying to make my chapters longer so hopefully this chapter will be good and long! That sounded so wrong! To everyone who read the first chapter and reviewed, cookies for you! (hands out cookies) Thankies so much! And guess what? The cookies are Misa cookies! You can kill her and eat her all at the same time!! Yay! Anyway, thankies to the book "False Memory" with giving me this idea. On with the fanfiction! Warning: OCCness, yaoi and Misa bashing! I own nothing!! Enjoy
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With the bus-jacker dead and with most of the police officers out of the way, a small chuckle escaped through thin lips. 'Compose yourself.' Now was not the time to laugh over the dead. There would be time for that later. Now, as well polished shoes stepped off the city bus, was the time to focus on a bigger problem. It was clear now why the public bus had been taken and not the sleek limousine. It was Fate. "You there..." A mildly surprised look. Just the kind of look Raye Penber expected. "Yeah?" Pale blue eyes, common in America, and dark brown hair that framed a serious face. Completely boring.
"Listen carefully. I came to Japan as part of a secret investigation so the local police can't find out that I...ummm..." A reassuring nod. "I understand. I promise I won't tell anyone I met you today. You have my word." Visable relief spread through Raye's face. "Well, then please excuses me." Then Raye Penber was gone. He sprinted towards a fence, jumped it, then disappeared. A small smile found it's way to thin lips. 'So L's hired American FBI agents. L...you sneaky little bastard.' Unable to control the sick glee building up inside, the smile transformed into a wicked smirk. 'Don't you worry Raye. I don't want the police to find out I met you either. And as for the bus-jacker...' A demonic chuckle. "Such a horrible accident."
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"Farewell, Ray Penber." Eyes wide, terror filling his very body, the train doors began to close. 'Yes.' The lasting image of the man struggling, dying. 'I am Kira.'
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First impressions are normally wrong. Eyes swept over the woman once as she entered the coffee shop and then they went back to the two chocolate croissants, the bowl of strawberries accompanied by a layer of whipped cream and the slice of coconut pound cake with lemon marmalade on the table. Ever ready to obey the sugary cravings, a croissant was carefully broken in half and bit into gently. Savoring the sweetness was a must. The woman, half hidden by a long mass of inky black hair, reached the counter of the small coffee shop in a huff, apparently upset about something.
Curiosity was piked then but no action was taken. At least, not yet. Before the woman at the counter could ask her what she wanted, the woman briskly stated, "Tall coffee please, black." A small frown as the croissant was finished. Anyone who ordered black coffee had no taste. The curiosity lowered a bit. The woman huffed again as she set her purse down on the counter, mumbling to herself, unaware that the entire shop could hear her. "How can no one be at headquarters? That's ridiculous! It's almost like they don't want to catch Kira." Suddenly, the curiosity was at a all time high. Carefully, eyes swept over the woman again, making sure not to miss a single detail. Ivory skin, dark eyes.
Nothing special about her psychically. But what did she know about Kira? If she knew something that could send Kira to prison or pump him full of poison...'She had to die.' A fork was stabbed into the cake, the frown still in place. Though it was true that the woman had to die, killing her would be a problem. The Death Note would only work with a face and a name. To makes matters worse, the Death Note, along with the rather annoying Shinigami that came along with it, were currently residing within a well furnished private room, the Death Note hidden in a hardwood desk. So using the Death Note to kill her was out of the picture. Despite this fact, the frown melted away to reveal a very controlled smile. A bite of cake. 'The Death Note isn't the only way you can kill her...remember?' The smile faded a bit. 'I would really like it to find out what she knows but I can't take the chance of her leaving before I can kill her.'
A disappointed sigh. 'Oh well. Work before pleasure I suppose.' Another bite of cake. Time to work. A slender hand was raised, summoning a young waiter to the table. The young man smiled. Young with healthy looking blond hair and bright blue eyes, he had his whole life to look forward to. He reached the table in no time, ready to serve. "Yes? May I help you?" "Roy Closterman." Instantly, the bright smile vanished from the waiter's face. His eyes grew dull and blank, his face becoming expressionless. He stood, docile and unprotected. A smirk.
"Salvation is here..." The young man's reply was unemotional. "And the Handyman is on the way." 'Perfect.'
It was all about control. By using the trigger name "Roy Closterman" and then reciting the quote, the young waiter had been transferred into an altered state of consciousness. A layman might have used the term "hypnotic trance", which, to a certain extent, it was. A glance at the man's name tag. Yashihiro. A small chuckle. 'That's right. How could I forget you, my beauty?' For a moment, eyes just stared at Yashihiro, who remained still. The time and effort it had taken to transfer the man into this state of being had been enormous. But the curiosity, wondering if it would really work and take effect, had overpowered the lack of patiences.
Within a mere two weeks, the drugs Rohypnol, phencyclidine, and Valium, all available only to expert psychologists, were carefully added into certain foods twice, then given to his first test subject. Once the drugs were hidden inside a single slice of dark chocolate cake which Yashihiro thought came from a secret admirer and the other, mixed into an innocent cup of coffee. The fool. This man in front of him was Yashihiro no more. Now, he was just a beautiful puppet, waiting for commands. If told to jump up and down will pure joy, the man would jump. If told to weep with sorrow, the man would weep. And if told to stab himself in the stomach, he would stab.
Control. "Yashihiro?" It came out in a whisper. "Do you know were you are?" Yashihiro cocked his head to one side. "Do I?" In this state of mind, he would only be able to answer questions with another question. "Yashihiro, look around and tell me where you are." Yashihiro looked, taking in his surroundings. "I'm at the Coffee Break." (A/N: Name of the coffee place.) "That's right. Now look behind you. Tell me what you see." He looked. "I see a woman." Yashihiro turned back to the table. "Tell me what color of hair she has." "Black" 'Now for the fun part.'
"Good. Now listen to me very carefully Yashihiro. That woman must die. When I snap my fingers, you will wait a full minute before you kill her. After that one minute, you will grab the fork off this table, tackle the woman to the ground and gouge her eyes out. Then, you will repeatedly stab her with the fork in the left and right common arteries in her neck. After she's dead, you will then swallow her eyes and then kill yourself by stabbing at your neck with the same fork. Tell me if you understand." "I understand." 'There. All done. I wish I could stay and watch the fireworks but I can't.' "I'm proud of you Yashihiro." "Thank you."
Fingers snapped. The bright smile returned to Yashihiro's face and his eyes grew brighter. "Can I help you?" A shake of the head. "No thank you. I'm just going to leave." Yashihiro nodded. "Have a nice day." Arms stretched as the coffee shop was left behind and the city came into view. 'I'm still hungry. I think I'll get some ice cream.' Walking down the side walk, a bright smile formed to hear the screams now coming from the coffee shop. 'Good-bye Yashihiro. I'll miss you."
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A/N: Yay!! Well I hoped you liked it and chapter three will be coming soon! Good bye till then!!