A/N: This chapter might be a bit strange...but he supernatural elements of the story are finally going to mold into the plot, so enjoy.
(reviews are still very appreciated)
The scene in front of the watcher seemed miles, years, universes, away.
Sunlight poured through the white curtains, illuminating the white walls and Lawliet's pale features. There were no bags under his eyes. The boy smiled as his fingers danced across Light's bare chest. He spoke, though the watcher couldn't hear. It strained it's ears, trying desperately to comprehend Lawliet, but it was no use. Light laughed then placed his lips against Lawliet's. The kiss surprised Lawliet, but he immediately embraced it, sinking into it. Melting.
They laughed again, free of cares. The white linen enveloped their tangled bodies. Lawliet wrapped his fingers between Light's. He spoke again. The watcher yearned to be included, yearned to be part of this paradise, this wind caught the lace curtains. A soft breeze tousled Lawliet's hair. Light smoothed it. The morning's serenity dazzled their eyes. They kissed again. Light wrapped his arms around Lawliet and brought him on top of him.
Suddenly, Lawliet froze and snapped up. The white sheets were stained with blood. Lawliet gaped, clutching the hole in his chest. Then, the watcher invaded Light's body. The sun disappeared behind a cloud, unveiling the illusion it's divine light created: The walls were a sickly gray and every inch of the room was covered in dust. And Lawliet...Lawliet was no longer laughing. His under eyes were swollen with bags again. Light tried desperately to cease the bleeding, but it was too late. Lawliet slumped over the bed, his eyes frozen open.
"Lawliet!" Light cried.
"He's dead," someone suddenly answered behind him.
Light turned around, his body shaking. A strange apparition stood by the window, leaning against the dusty wall. How long had it been there? He recognized the strange creature, although he couldn't imagine from where. It's disgusting white face held a frightening smile, which remained even as tears brimmed in Light's eyes.
"Why?" Light begged it.
"Because it was his time."
"What can I do?"
Suddenly, the wind picked up. It began to sweep away the dust, the room, the illusions. Lawliet was no longer sprawled dead on Light's lap. He and the apparition were in the middle of the desert. The thing pulled a glass from behind it's back and dipped it in the fountain next to it.
"Want some?" he offered the glass to Light, the maniacal smile plastered across his face.
Light tried to shrug the dream off as his horse galloped close behind Beyond's. He had heard dreams were a window to the subconscious, just as eyes were a window to the soul, yet his subconscious made as little sense as wandering through the desert naked without water. The strange serene scene between he and Lawliet invaded his thoughts. He tried to ignore it, figuring dreams were sometimes weird. But, he couldn't fight the interest it captivated or the emotions it stirred. Since Light had become Kira, Lawliet rarely crossed his mind. Yet, he constantly haunted Light's dreams. That dream left the biggest impression on Light's thoughts so far.
"We should find a place to rest before the sun gets too high," Beyond pointed out.
"Yes," Light answered absently. Mello merely shrugged. Mello's silence was a pleasant change, although it was the result of Light's favorite house mate taking off. Yesterday, they left later than expected because Beyond had to literally drag Mello from his room. After the tiresome event, mixed with the exhausting dream, Light was ready to collapse. He needed to save his energy to face the Yotsuba group. They were cunning, but their intelligence was nothing compared to the combining intellect of Beyond Birthday, Mello, and Kira.
Kira. L tossed sucking candy into his mouth, slurping as the sugar dissolved into a liquid on his tongue. This investigation was taking longer than L expected. He had several suspects, but each were cleared entirely shortly after they were suspected. He couldn't stand being wrong, especially since it allowed Kira freedom to continue his murderous reign. L suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He immediately suppressed it and took another look at newspaper clippings involving Kira incidents.
CRIME RATE DECREASED 23%
RETRIBUTION BECOMES THE CRIMINAL'S FEAR
KIRA SAID TO CLEAN THE STREETS
What idiotic headlines. L sighed and stuck his thumb on his lips. He couldn't continue to handle this alone. No matter how many connections he'd made through the governor, nothing seemed to be enough. Besides, if Kira did work with Beyond, as he speculated...L shoved that thought to the back of his mind. He crushed Beyond's intoxicating control only recently, yet his grip still prodded at the back of L's mind.
The dream continued to prod at the back of his mind. Light lay quite still under his tent, trying to soothe his buzzing thoughts. Only twenty minutes ago, exhaustion ruled him. But now, he couldn't even keep his eyes closed. Images of the sunlight pouring on Lawliet's pure face flashed across his thoughts. How it branded him! Embedding his deepest desires; those he'd suppressed since he was young. Light shut his eyes, forcing them to remain closed. It was no use.
"Can you sleep?" someone knocked on L's door.
"No," L answered, gazing at the clippings circling around him.
Watari pushed the door open, carrying a steaming cup of tea. "I figured this would help you sleep."
"Thank you, Watari."
L knew it was no use. His attention was already sucked into the whirl wind of logical sequences and imaginative hypothesis. His never had a steady sleep schedule, even as a child. He used to wander over to Light Yagami's house and toss rocks at his window to wake him. Watari struggled to keep up with L's erratic sleeping patterns, but L noticed the elder's alertness was faltering. He pitied the man and tried to convince him to sleep at reasonable hours, but Watari refused to listen to L's protests. He turned his attention back to the newspaper clippings, wishing he knew more about Higuchi, Kira's first (public) kill. He figured if he knew more about Higuchi, he would receive clues about Kira.
Light decided to focus on the approaching mission. It would not be as easy as planting dynamite and blowing up their headquarters. No, they were spread all across the country and they were planing for an attack. Light kept a watchful eye on the traps they had set and the diversions they planted. There would be no harm, as long as he, Beyond, and Mello approached the situation intelligently. He learned the Yotsuba group consisted of only seven men, but there were countless others paid to protect and aid them. Yes they would have to be careful and leave no trace of evidence.
"I've come to inform you there's was a message left for you," Watari spoke, his clear voice pronounced each word delicately.
"What message?" L took the tea from Watari and began to dump sugar in it.
"It pertains to the Kira case. This individual is claiming to have worked with Kira."
L paused for a moment, sensing a trap. "Alright, send in a decoy to see what he has to say. If it's legitimate, then I'll meet with the witness."
"Alright, I'll get him," Beyond mumbled as Light woke him from his heavy sleep. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, it's been prepared already," Watari nodded and left L alone again.
"Aw'right," Light said as Beyond wandered over to Mello's tent to wake the boy up.
A sudden rush of desire struck him. The past, the present, the future. Everything that happened, happened for a reason. He found himself haunted, no characterized, by who his past. He tried to ensure himself that this was it, this was his destiny. But no, there was something more. There was always something more.
L struggled to break free from the constraints on his wrists. They tugged at his skin, cutting into his wrists. The pain was unbearable until he finally obtained his liberty. He gazed down at his bloody wrists. Eleven fingers. When had he fallen asleep?
He stood up, gazing at the empty black space before him. Normally, he would attempt to recreate the scenes between his idea of Kira and Kira's victims. He suddenly didn't feel like it, though. In fact, there was an overwhelming urge to let go of the control and allow his dream to take him away. So, he closed his eyes and leaned back, falling into the void behind him.
Suddenly, he collapsed onto a bed. He sprawled out among it, finding himself intertwined with Light. A smile spread across his face.
"Good morning, Light," he found himself saying.
Light chuckled and L started to trace the fantastic muscle cuts on Light's chest. It was striking pleasing to curl against Light's warm, naked body. Light turned his head, allowing L to press his lips against his. The warm, sunny air broke through the window, cascading a divine beam of light. It was the ideal heaven.
"Isn't it strange to find ourselves here? It's like we never parted," L smiled softly at his old best friend. His heart pounded as Light laughed against, his voice fluttered gracefully through the air.
Suddenly, the lights seemed to dim. L sat up and swung his legs over the bed. Now what did he subconscious want to reveal to him? When he turned back to speak to Light, he found the boy had disappeared. He sighed, partly wishing he could create a new image of Light. But it would never be the original. He stood up, compelled to wander towards the mirror hanging on the other side of the room. He traced his odd face. The sharp teeth. The purple lips formed in the shape of a frown. The bandaged eye. He didn't question his reflection, for he'd seen it before. From where, though, was the puzzle. He suddenly became incredibly thirsty.