"Why don't you kill Ryuzaki now?" Misa suggests to Light as they walk back along the street towards Headquarters.
"No, not yet. I want to see that bastard's face. I want to see the light dim in his eyes. Yes, I want to see him die."
"O-Okay." Misa says, slightly worried for her boyfriend who seems to be becoming more delusional by the second.
Both L and Beyond sit side by side, crouched in L's usual position in front of the computers. They're waiting. Beyond glances to where Silence is leaning against the desk, arms crossed, eyes on the door that Misa and Light will arrive through. Her hands is already hovering above where her weapon is concealed, ready.
The Task Force continue working to find proof that Light wasn't involved with Kira by orders of Soichiro. L allows them, knowing that they won't find anything. They seem to be keeping their distance from both B and Silence, glancing up at them every so often to make sure that they don't attack them in a sudden fit of madness.
A rough voice startles the three teens, making them jump in fright.
"Ah, Silence and Backup. You are here," Watari makes his way into the room, clapping his hands as if applauding how they managed to stay concealed for so long.
"I knew something was off. I knew that that person sitting in the chair wasn't L. Yes, I knew."
The Task Force look up at Watari's sudden arrival. Silence glares at him as he slowly approaches.
"What's that look for, S?"
"If you knew it was B, why didn't you do anything? How did you know we were here?"
"I wanted to see where you were going with this. What you were planning on doing and to be honest, I still have no idea. But, I've grown tired of letting you stay here and disrupt L from his work. I put the pieces together. If Backup was here, then you must be too, considering you were the one who broke him out of prison and I knew you wouldn't leave his side," Watari's voice has taken on a harsh tone.
"But, I want to know if I'm right in assuming that you are here for a specific purpose?"
Silence says nothing, just stares at the old man, eyes narrowed.
"I think that you are here to carry out a mission, am I right? So, who is it this time? Not me, I hope."
"No, not you. Though, I wish it was."
"Who then? Kira?"
Again, Silence just glares at Watari, her fingers softly grazing the surface of the gun but thinking better of it, she pulls them back.
"You knew we were here the whole time, right? So that means that you knew we'd be listening when you told the Task Force that B killed A. You know that didn't happen."
The room is silent except for the humming of the computers and L's calm typing on the keyboard. B has turned around, eyes glowing red from the light on the monitor in front of him. He stares at Watari.
"Something wrong, Backup?"
"Why'd you tell everyone that I killed A? H-He committed suicide. Nobody killed him."
"That's where you're wrong," Watari replies, shocking everyone in the room as he laughs a long, hearty, laugh.
"Alternate was murdered."
"W-What do you mean?" Silence asks, eyes wide, blinking in shock.
"I mean that Alternate was murdered. Not by B, granted. But by someone else."
Nobody says anything, just stares at the elderly man before them, a small smirk breaking up the wrinkled skin.
"It was you, wasn't it." L says suddenly, turning to face Watari, a glare upon his features, pure hatred burning behind the onyx eyes.
"You were the one who pushed him from the clock tower, weren't you. Why?" L demands, pushing himself to a standing position. Watari looks slightly amused as he watches the three teenagers blinking with wide, shocked eyes. An expression of despair mixed with murderous rage on each of their faces.
"I did it because he tried to escape. He had to be punished somehow. I couldn't let him get away with it because he'd try again and that certainly couldn't happen."
Aizawa watches, eyes wide. 'Watari killed that boy? That, sick, innocent, beat up boy? Watari did?! That..that bastard!' Aizawa feels a swell of rage fighting to be released but he forces it down. It won't do any good for anyone to lose it now.
"When I tried to escape, you didn't kill me. You blinded me."
FLASHBACK.
"Did you think you could escape from me? Such a stupid girl. Now, you must be punished."
The thirteen-year-old Silence is being dragged along the hallway, Watari's hand clamped onto her wrist, roughly pulling her towards his study.
"Silence!"
"Everyone!" Silence twists in her captor's grasp, struggling against Watari's iron-like grip. L, Backup and Alternate are being held back by another member of staff at Wammy's.
Roger hovers in the background, not sure how to act.
He'd never been as violent or as sadistic as Watari. Sure, he didn't harbour a liking for children but he was concerned when Watari would 'punish' them. Once, he'd walked in when the elderly man was in the middle of beating up a child who hadn't met the standards set for a Wammy's resident.
Since then, Roger swore to himself that when Wammy finally left the orphanage and he took over, things would be different.
The door slams behind Silence and Watari's retreating forms and a deathly silence descends upon the few remaining people in the hallway. For a few minutes, no one speaks. Hell, no one even BREATHES. All eyes are trained to the heavy, wooden door that separates them.
Then, a scream. A deafening scream that fills the air and causes the three children to put their hands over their ears and attempt to block it out. The screams continue for a few more seconds, the children and Roger having sank to their knees on the floor before they are silenced.
Fifteen minutes later, Silence had emerged from the room, dazed, with an eyepatch over her right eye and blood running down her cheek.
END
"Why? Why did you blind me but kill A?!" Silence's voice raises, her brow furrowed.
"You were more promising than Alternate. More valuable than him. A better candidate for the position of 'Greatest Detective in the World'."
"So that's what 'Ideal Candidate' means.." Aizawa whispers to himself, hand hovering over his mouth as he witnesses this particular event.
"We didn't want to do this," B says, standing up.
"We never did. You made us."
"That's because you owe me. All of you do." Watari says, hands clasped behind his back.
"We owe you nothing." Silence spits.
"I think you'll find, you do. Who was it, B, who took you in after your house burnt down with your entire family within and you were the only survivor? Who was it , L, who saved you from being drowned by your parents? I was the one who fought them off whilst you lay in that pond, gasping for air, remember?"
L visibly shudders. Aizawa nods as if in understanding but is appalled by this revelation.
'So that's why he's scared of water. I can understand why. Why the Hell would anyone want to drown their child?!'
"Who was it who made you into the girl you are today, Silence? I am the one who let you live in Wammy's and have a life filled with knowledge and learning. To have a future as the 'Greatest Detective in the World'. But you threw that all away the moment you left Wammy's."
The room is quiet, tight with tension as the three teens fight against their memories and the Task Force look on in utter bewilderment and shock. L looks positively grey and seems set to be sick at any moment. The dark circles due to lack of sleep look much more significant on his gaunt face. B has a troubled, upset expression, his eyes downcast, gazing at the start of the burn marks left behind from his failed suicide-attempt, beginning just below his right wrist and ending somewhere on his chest, hidden by his t-shirt.
Silence looks ready to kill Watari right there and then. Her golden eyes have narrowed considerably and her hand is now firmly planted on the grip of the gun.
"I didn't want that kind of future."
"I'll allow you to stay one more night, " Watari pointedly ignores Silence's statement.
"Then I want you out by tomorrow morning. Both of you. Understand? Good. Face it, B, L, Silence. You belong to the House. I own you."
As Watari leaves, L sinks down to his chair and puts his head in his hands, breathing heavily. B sits still, tracing the scars. And Silence slams her hands on the desk with frustration.
'Tomorrow. I'll kill Light tomorrow then get outta here. I can't tonight, too much has happened. None of us are up to it..'