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CHAPTER 13

RULES

V'S POV

Why could he not see I was in agony?! There I was, tied a bed while Watari examined X-ray footages of my digestive system and blood samples. Blood. Oh, I have been craving it, but L wants to analyse my insides to determine the problem before rushing into anything.

"V." Finally! I smiled in relief at the sound of L's voice.

"Is there something wrong with me? My stomach pains have never been this bad before." I could not see what his expression, for I had my eyes shut. I find it often helps with these situations.

"V, there is nothing wrong with your stomach; it is as healthy as any inside, more so in fact." My eyes flashed open to stare at the ebony headed man, standing at the left side of the bed. There has to be something wrong!

"But I am in agony. L, there has to be a mistake!"

"There are no mistakes, V. All the pain, it's in your head." My head? No. I felt shock. There was something physically wrong with me. I am not crazy, well, not enough to be feeling fictional pain.

"No." I shook my head furiously. "No, there is something wrong, there has to be!"

"There isn't."

"There is!"

"There isn't."

"There is!"

"Vampire!" This time, he spoke in a clear, stern, controlling voice, some of the things I have never heard him use. He was always so calm and soft with his words, and what made this situation more surprising is that he used the word 'Vampire' to address me. "There is nothing wrong with you. It is all in your mind."

"If so, why not give me what I want? It is clear that this pain my mind seems to send is because I am in need of blood, and I do not think I will be of much use if I am wreathing in agony all of the time," I challenged, narrowing my eyes. Well, that was not entirely true, the pain was there, but it was just lingering for now, not attacking. But regardless, he would give me what I want, he had to.

"Don't be ridiculous, V," L grumbled, obviously frustrated with my changing moods. "I won't have you killing when you're under my watch. Now, I want you to take a look at these." The door suddenly opened and in came Watari with the bag of tapes. "I watched them all several times last night, now I want to see what you make of them." I was about to yell at him, telling him what an absurd moron he was for expecting me to follow on with his commands when I continued to get pain attacks, but another one struck, and hard. I found myself squeezing my eyes shut whilst pushing out a ferocious scream. It was getting worse! I will admit, I often do know when I need more blood when my stomach twists, but I can usually last for a month or so before it gets this bad, why was it all crashing down on me now? Was it because I was constantly beside a man with blood that would be good enough to die for? Most likely.

I was lashing on the bed, desperately trying to break the ropes tying me to the furniture. The ropes cut into the skin of my wrists as I struggled and blood was spilt. Blood.

I quickly used the delicious liquid to make an escape by rubbing my fingers through it, then rubbing them along the palms of my hands, making it slippery enough to slide my hands through the ropes.

Blood, my hands were covered in it, but it was not my own blood I desired. I kneeled on the bed, staring at my hands. "V." The shocked and breathless gasp erupted from the task force that had snuck their way into the room without my knowledge, and there presents startled me, causing me to jump off the bed with a thud. I wanted them, or at least one of them, and anyone could guess who that one was. L.

"Stay back," I warned through a gasp. The pain has not left, but it has subsided for now, but I would not let them know that, I needed to seem concerned for their lives. I scuttled across the floor until I was at the farther corner of the room. Mr. Yagami was the first to step forward, of course. "NO!" I screamed at him. "STAY BACK!" He immediately obeyed. Wise choice, if the pain was still striking as it was only moments ago, I do not know if I could resist attacking him, then my plans would be ruined! I clenched my arms tightly around my stomach and winced, groaning in fake agony.

"V," L spoke in a panicking voice trying to cover it with calm gesture, like holding his arms out, palms facing me as he attempted to step closer. "V, listen―" I cut him off with an ear-blowing screams, throwing my head back, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When my screams died down into grunts he continued. "V, please try to concentrate on something other than the pain, concentrate on my voice." I limply lowered my head and stared at him hungrily. I was thirsty, anyone could tell that much, but I was not hungry enough to attack him . . . yet. I was, again, grateful the pain had subsided for now. "It is not real. The pain doesn't exist; use the power of mental thought." I scrunched my face up with a moan.

"L." I lowered my head again, shaking it. "No, it do not work, I tried before."

"V, please . . . try." I swayed my head, putting on the act of the tiered victim now, and it I made it look as though I was struggling to lift my head up.

"L," I whispered breathlessly. "I am so . . ." I sighed, eyes closing. "I am so tiered." I heard him step closer, and closer, until his bare feet were in view. He was so close I could just . . . eat him. Not yet! My arms slid off the walls limply, leaving a print of blood, and with fake struggle, I lifted my head, eyes half closed as I lazily looked up at him. "Take care of me, L," I said almost pleadingly. Almost. He had his emotionless mask back on again, but I could see through it, he was determining whether I was acting or not. To make my act look a little more realistic, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall. "Do not tell Kira." And for the first time on weeks, I allowed my mind to slip into unconsciousness. That was the end of act one.

L'S POV

Was that an act? If it was, it was very convincing. If it was all true it would explain her constant obsession for blood.

"Wow," Matsuda breathed, bewildered when we were all out of the room, leaving V to sleep. "Do you think she'll be okay?" I half expected Aizua to yell at him for showing any kind of concern for her, but I could see he was also anxious to know the answer to that question.

"I don't know," Mr. Yagami sighed. There was a brief silence and it would have been very uncomfortable even for me if it weren't for the fact that I am the definition of uncomfortable.

"But she was right about one this," Aizua finely spoke up. "How could she help us when her only responses are screams?" I thought about that question for a moment. I would not allow her to kill, and clearly persuasion isn't enough to avoid the pain she claims she experiences. There was only one thing that could be done, and as much as I hated to do this, I raised my voice to summon Watari.

"Yes, sir?" I dropped my head low and let my already well pronounce hunch deepen, feeling somewhat shameful about my new decision.

"Please send in a few blood bags, you can purchase them from the blood bank, or the hospital." He, of course, didn't question my orders, but the rest of the task force did not take my demand so lightly. The entire room echoed with, 'WHAT's and 'ARE YOU CRAZY,'s and 'WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, RIUZACI's. "I know this sounds crazy." Correction, this was completely insane and almost suicidal. "But, if we are to successfully catch and arrest Kira, we will need her help, and as Aizua stated, who is that supposed to happen when all she does is scream?" Only Mr. Yagami responded with speech.

"He's right. Besides, she doesn't deserve this kind of torture."

"What are saying, Chief?" He hesitated, choosing his words wisely, and I leaned closer, anxiously waiting for his answer.

"This might sound crazy as well . . . but I . . . think she is . . . good." Oh no.

"YOU CAN'T BE SIRIOUS!"

"Mr. Yagami . . ." I was beginning to panic, and I could almost feel myself shaking. I had lost one man already, I could not lose another. I had to talk some since into him. "She is not good. Do you even know how many people she has killed?"

"No, but I know it is up in the hundreds–"

"Wrong. Mr. Yagami, the number is closer to thousands, perhaps more. She has been on a killing spree since she was ten. She is not good." I was hoping what would be enough to end this argument, but, apparently, my hopes were in vain. It was enough to silence Mr. Yagami, but instead it only brought Matsuda into it.

"But what if she only did it only did it because of the pain she's always in, what if she was brought up by the most vices of parents that it has scared her for life?"

"There is a deferent possibility of that, but regardless, emotion is what makes someone good, and if a person does not have any emotion, than how can they be good. Someone with no limit, no conscience, no affections, is not a good person, and almost every serial killer out there are nothing but robots with need for a rush or, as you said, to erase pain." That was the end of the convocation.

V'S POV

The reasons to be called 'V' I believe are quite fare, but regardless of its reason of how catchy it may be, I never thought myself as 'V'. I do not think myself as anything, I never have, which I find to be a very good thing, for if I have no name, how could Kira kill me? Or at least, that is what I used to think, but now, with the new tern of events, perhaps I am not as safe as I had originally thought. Clearly, Kira only needs a face. Thought the chances of dying are slightly higher, I still felt relevantly safe. Only few know this as a fact and everyone else knows this as a reasonable guess, and it is that I am a master of disguise.

There have only few rules I ever lived by throughout my years of being a serial killer.

1: Always consider the outcome from every angle.

2: (Simple). Be prepared for everything.

3: Do not let something as ridiculous as emotions effect anything (only exceptions being Matt, Mello and Near.

And last but not least, 4: Always expect the unexpected.

So, that exact rule was why I was not surprised when I woke up strapped to a chair in the middle of living room of the hotel, every member on the task force sitting on the expensive sofas, staring at me.

This, is what I consider to be awkward.

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