Chapter 33 is up. I hope you all enjoy, and sorry for the wait.

Chapter 33: Toys for Joy.

Usually no thoughts we're ever put into play. One simply chose one's favorite to win anything. The world to some was; the lucky went on, while the less lucky stayed behind. The world must have always a favorite, and one they must shone away. That's how some viewed it; and in a sense it was kind of cruel. But life was full of unfair thoughts and actions... And if one in the crowd did not like it; they'd start a riot; making others follow along. Monkey see, monkey do. Causing panic in forms different then others, but with a common fact. "Chaos".

Near sat in his normal position on the floor. He played there with several varieties of toys. Each had a position. Each had either stayed in the game, or placed down to it's grave of forgotten thoughts. Linda to also joined the company of both Near, and Terr. Along side the SPK as well. Terr had explained to them what he was willing to share.

"So, you mean to tell us Terr, that you we're the one responsible for Mello and Takada Kiyomi recuperating they're lives... By this eraser that can erase names of those who have been sentenced to murder in the notebooks of death? Also; you have returned the lives of those other individuals as well? The criminals murdered? In which Takada was being forced to kill by both Rat and Seur? Tell me, what is your relationship to these two? If your on our side; you must enclose everything to us. It's only natural that we work as a team. We both came from the same place after all. The Wammy Home." Near said.

"I know that. And if you must ask... My relationship to those two are that Rat is the one who killed Sister Lilith; my mother. And Seur is my father; who sent for Rat to murder her... My father and mother we're both from the Wammy Home, and both had they're views of justice, but in time. My father became different. Something changed him. Made him think that if you we're "weak" in his standards; then you had no right to be in this world. For some reason he hated the Wammy Home; how he ended up feeling that way is beyond me, but my mother, like anyone else; did not deserve to die. Who are we to judge..." Terr said. Turning his gaze aside.

Things had gotten personal, and he was out for blood. It was clear to all those present with him; Near and the rest beside him. Revenge had consumed Terr, found it's way to his head, and it would not let go so easy.

In the opposite side of where the Anti-Kira meeting was taking place; hung Rat by the wrist and ankles; holding him up like a "U" was a thick enough chain to support the weight of his. Rat felt himself full of pressure. Roger and Rester had gotten him in that position to get him to talk. He breathed heavily; while trying to restrain himself. Drops of sweat dripped down his nape, rolling down his spinal cord to the center of his body, dropping down to the floor to form the puddle that was still in progress to grow. The room was hot and a bit stuffy; which did not let him cool down at all. As minor of agony as it seemed; Rat felt like letting everything out; but tried to remain quiet. And every couple of 20 minutes Rester would come a long with a huge bucket to toss at Rat's body. Making him shiver from the ruthless cold, freezing water; that kept him alive from the piercing temperature.

"Your! Your... Not getting nothing out of me!" Yelled a tired Rat.

"Will see about that." Replied Rester back. As he took a seat. Relaxing with a cup of coffee by his side. Tempting Rat to speak up in his uncomfortable state, while hoping to be in the same level of comfort as Rester, but he can't let anything slip this time was all running through Rat's thought processing.

Near looked up from the floor. Watching as the man known as Rat endured the pain. His gaze showing no traces of pity, or regret.

"Rat. Your a man who is known to babble everything out. What's so different about your current situation? What matters here is you to yourself is my knowledge of understanding. So why not give us the location of Seur? Terr's father." Said Near through the speakers in the room that held Rat caged in.

Rat grinned his teeth in agitation, but spoke nothing to Near. Rat refused to be another toy to Near's grip.

"I have a couple of locations where my father might be held up in, but they're also possibly a chance he's once step ahead of us. He always did like to play the game of cat and mice..." Whispered Terr.

"Then we shall play a long. It's only polite that we play his games for now, but when the time comes... He too will have to play by our rules of our game. It's only fair..." Stated Near, as he snapped the head off clean; from a little Priest figurine.

"I like your method of a well played game Near..." Terr complimented, as he along with the rest of the SPK watched from a glass window, the room holding Rat hostage before them.

The SPK obviously moved to they're location again, leaving the hospital, taking Rat with them. How long would he last was another problem, constantly ticking with every second of the clock.

Seur got up from his seat, he approached Takada, with a touch on her shoulder, letting her be re-leaved of her task of writing names at the moment. She simply got up, leaving the note book behind, a pen at it's side. Seur taking her place, with great pleasure as he slaughtered away at the criminals being broadcast-ed on the screen news. He chose different deaths for them today, his many victims; toys. He was feeling creative, killing some in unusual varieties of ways. All we're amusing, as they fell to the ground, while he played with each one.

Takada sat there on the maroon couch behind Seur, watching his every move, as she slipped a piece of death note page into her black long stockings, her left leg specifically.

"I will no longer be apart of anyone's games..." Takada told herself. Looking intently at Seur's back as he further wrote.

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