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Disturbed	By : Chickzilla18 Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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L's name; Landon Lawlence
Light's name; Moon Light/Kira
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Twin black eyes watched the road as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other hand holding his head propped up on the open window. Raven black hair cascaded down around his eyes but did nothing to obscure his vision; he could see his surroundings perfectly as he drove behind a car that traveled much too slow for his patience.
The psychological therapist sighed as he honked his horn at the truck in front of him who was slowing down as they approached a green streetlight. The car passed in a hurry when it realized they had time to cross, but almost as soon as it did, the light turned yellow and Dr. Lawlence was forced to stop. He could almost growl, he could have gone if the other person knew how to drive. It wasn't as if he was late, oh no, Dr. Lawlence was always known for his punctuality. He just hated driving with a passion; his legs always ended up very uncomfortable when they are straight for too long, but it couldn't be helped.
Moon Light was the name of his next patient, and the person he was on his way to now. This was a special case and had spiked an interest so big, that it had the doctor taking priority in the young serial killer over all cases. This was the kid that had killed hundreds of people in the span of 6 years. The same kid that hadn't been caught until 3 years ago. The same kid that has apparently been diagnosed with a severe case of split personality disorder, along with harboring the reincarnated soul of the worst killer in the history of time; Kira.
Perhaps Dr. Lawlence was called specifically for this case because he was apparently the reincarnation of L, the greatest detective to ever walk the planet, as he found out when he turned 15. Though he had no memories of his past life, he had the same IQ of 185, as L did. The people who contacted him probably thought that, because of this fact, he would be able to somehow connect with this one specific patient on a personal level and somehow save the poor boy that suffered underneath the eyes of a reincarnated murderer.
Dr. Landon Lawlence, however, didn't know how effective their plan would be, considering L and himself were two very different people. They may share the same soul, appearance, and IQ, but they shared nothing else.
Usually, when someone dies, their soul is reincarnated over again. It doesn't have to be into a human; it can be a bird, or a fish, or even a fruit fly. There is no telling where someone's soul may end up, but one thing has always been for sure; one body, one soul. Typically physicians already know by an early age because they have the same genetic makeup, so all a person has to do is ask. Though people didn't typically find out who they were in a past life until they are 15, and only if they are curious. No matter what though, without someone informing them with medical diagnosis, nobody ever knows who they were in their past lives, and they only remember things about who they once were if they did something of great importance to leave an imprint on humanity. Even in cases like this people typically only remember small details, like what their favorite color was, what language they spoke, how old they were, etc.
Which was why Moon Light's case was so special because apparently, he remembered everything from his past life as Kira. His case is so unheard of, that the doctors had trouble diagnosing the young boy. Not because it was difficult, but because it was so baffling that the doctors had trouble wrapping their heads around the only logical explanation. However, the fact that Moon's other half claimed his name to be Kira and he knew things about the Kira case that were never broadcasted or put on any police record, made it clear that Moon wasn't pretending.
Landon remembered when he was six years old and Kira was murdered by a small group of policemen who were tipped off by Near, L's apprentice. He remembered being relieved to see on TV that the most dangerous serial killer in history was finally defeated. He remembered when he was watching the news every time Kira had struck, completely ignorant of the fact that he was L, and that Kira had murdered him.
When the killings started up again when he was 13, he hadn't known at the time that he would eventually be driving up the entrance to the insane asylum that the reincarnated soul of Kira resided. Now as he parked his car and got out, he could feel a slight bit of giddy nervousness soaking up in his chest.
He grabbed his wallet and walked through the front door of the asylum, showing his ID to the person at the front desk, a beta with brown hair and green eyes. The receptionist picked up the phone and told someone that he had arrived.
When they hung up, they looked at Dr. Lawlence and smiled, "Someone will be coming down to meet you and tell you about the patient in just a few moments, Dr. lawlence. Please, take a seat."
Landon didn't smile back and sat down on a seat close by, his knees up to his chest and his feet braced against the edge of the chair. He and the receptionist were the only people in the room, but Dr. Lawlence knew that the asylum was packed full of the mentally challenged. He could smell the amount of alpha's working in the building, though he couldn't tell how many of them were actually patients.
He took the time to look at his surroundings, the walls were all white with a lovely abstract painting hanging on the farthest wall that reminded Landon of the black death. There were only two other chairs from the one he was sitting on and a small table with a lonely magazine next to him. The brightness of the fluorescent lights reflecting off the blindingly white walls was nearly painful, but Landon ignored the slight discomfort in favor of staying focused.
An alpha male in green shrubs entered the room out of the employee's only door and regarded Landon with an unimpressed scowl at how the doctor was sitting.
"Dr. Landon Lawlence, I presume?" the man in the ridiculous outfit asked.
Landon smirked at the other doctor's reaction, it was normal for people to get sour first impressions of him due to his lack of professionalism, but the alpha didn't care what people thought of him. He had the reputation to back up that he was not replaceable, and people had to just accept him and his habits. He had long proven his worth, so nobody questioned him, no matter how childish his habits suggested.
The raven got up from the chair and walked over to the other alpha, his black long sleeved button up ruffling against his faded black jeans as he went.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Mac Donald." his face looked tired as if he often stayed up late, or didn't sleep at all, his dark blue eyes slightly bloodshot with small bags. "Please fallow me, I have a lot to go over with you regarding your patient." he swiped his key card and unlocked the door that he previously exited from a minute earlier.
Landon didn't respond, instead just fallowing Donald down the long hallway that was even more empty of life or decoration than the front office was.
Donald looked down at the clipboard in his hand as if he needed a reference of the patient's specific condition. "Now, we spoke about Mr. Moon Light over the phone, so I assume that you remember that not only has he been diagnosed with split personality disorder, Kira being the second, but Kira also remembers everything that happened in his past life."
The raven nodded at the redheaded doctor but didn't say anything, and the other seemed to finally catch on that Lawlence wasn't very talkative.
"Yes, well, there is more to his condition I'm afraid. Moon Light is an omega, but he mostly remains dormant."
"Oh?" It was the first thing that Landon has said to the other doctor, and Donald was smart enough to know that this meant he wanted him to elaborate more on what he meant by 'dormant.'
"Yes, Moon, I'm afraid is very submissive in personality, and though his second gender doesn't seem to change when he becomes Kira, the killer tends to act like an alpha anyway. A strong one too at that. I'm afraid Kira doesn't allow much of Moon to be seen, 4 out of 5 times we see him the killer is who has control."
Landon and everyone else on Earth with half a brain knew that Kira was an alpha. To have an adult alpha personality trapped in the body of a teenage omega would definitely prove to be problematic. The doctor was suddenly very sympathetic to Moon, wondering if the kid had any idea what went on when Kira had control of his body.
"Moon has killed a sum of 485 people under Kira's influence, we know because he kept a notebook of all their names and a print out of all their faces. None of the victims had anything in common other than having a record of bad behavior." The doctor continued as he unlocked another door with his key card and they walked down another hallway. "He also admitted that he started killing shortly after turning 7 years old. His parents had no idea that he was a murderer, they said that Moon seemed to be just like every other child."
7 years old huh, barely in 2nd grade. Landon poked the inside of his lip with the tip of his pointer finger, deep in thought.
Donald looked over at him and blushed in irritation over the lack of responses from the alpha. Is this really the greatest psychological therapist in the world?
"I should warn you of his behavior." the doctor started again, opening up yet another door to another long hallway, this time with much fewer rooms. This must be where people in solitary confinement end up, however it didn't seem that the journey was over as they approached a set of stairs blocked by a glass door. "Kira is very deceptive, manipulative, sort of childish and... well, flirtatious." the doctor blushed and Landon wondered what had happened between him and Kira to make him appear so embarrassed.
Donald cleared his throat and continued as they stopped outside the glass door to the stairs, "He has mastered manipulating his scent, meaning he can make himself appear to be in distress, or turned on, or angry, sad, hurt, etc. I don't think it even bothers him in the slightest that he is no longer an alpha, as he takes full advantage of his second gender. You need to make sure that you remember that he is a sociopathic genius, Dr. Lawlence, or I assure you he will manipulate you however he pleases. In fact, he nearly escaped once because he appealed to an alpha's instinct to protect a scared and helpless omega in distress. 6 workers were killed that day trying to restrain him."
Landon brushed his bottom lip with his thumb, accepting the challenge.
"Kira doesn't often respond in anything other than Japanese. He only speaks English when he's not bored, or if he finds his therapist attractive. We can find you a translator if you wish?"
"No need for that." Dr. Lawlence answered as he stared down at the bottom of the stairs through the glass.
The doctor in green nodded, "Don't be fulled by his childish appearance, or by the fact that he is an omega. Back before they put him in solitary confinement, he stabbed another alpha patient in the neck with a plastic spork just for pinching his butt. They put him far away from the other residents of the asylum because he couldn't even handle sharing a cell with another patient. It didn't matter what gender they were, even if they were an omega weaker than him, he would always try to kill them."
Donald pulled out his security card and unlocked the stairs, handing Landon the clipboard. "You can have as long as you want with him, but I'm sure he will dismiss you after an hour, he always stops responding when he loses interest. There will be someone in there to monitor and protect you if he gets out of line, and your key card is in the folder."
Landon walked through the doorway after taking the clipboard from the doctor, happy to finally be rid of the man's annoying alpha scent. He hated gingerbread.
There were two flights of stairs and Dr. Lawlence walked down each step slowly. There were no lights in the stairway and he could see that the end of the stairs was dark.
Just as he got to the end of the stairs and prepared to swipe his key to unlock the final door, Landon hesitated. On the other side of this door was Kira, the evilest serial killer of all time. The same killer that killed hundreds of people in the span of 6 years before getting caught. The same killer that murdered him violently in a past life. He may not remember how exactly L was killed, but he felt an instinctual fear of seeing the last face the detective saw before death.
He took a deep breath to settle his nerves and swiped the card before he could stop himself again.
An officer greeted him with a small smile, another alpha with short black hair and a beer belly. "Hello, you came at a good time, he seems to be in a good mood today."
"That's fortunate," Landon said, his face as passive as ever despite the welcoming expression the officer had.
"You seem kinda young to be a professional," the fat man said, and Landon couldn't tell if he was socially inept, trying to flirt, or both. "If you don't mind me saying so." Landon could smell in the alpha's scent that he was interested, and the doctor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to mate with other alphas, something about them being attracted to the thrill of a battle for dominance. Landon, however, had no temptation for it.
"I assure you I am a very capable professional, contrary to what my age suggests," the 22-year-old responded flatly, losing interest in the conversation and wanting nothing more than to do what he came here to do.
The officer, Mr. Dombil Doore the raven read on his name tag, seemed to realize just how disinterested the doctor was, and coughed awkwardly. "Yes, well the patient is just down the hall, I'll escort you." he waved his hand in a motion for Lawlence to follow, and the raven with crazy unmanageable hair did.
It wasn't until they were a few feet away from the cell did Lawlence smell it. The sweet scent of apple and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon that seemed to be dripping with pheromones but was completely poisoned by evil. It was enticing, yet deceitful in the most delicious way possible. It drew him in with a promise of unimaginable pleasure, but he knew that if he jumped into this sea of desire, he would never be able to come up for air and he would fall victim to its deadly nature in a heartbeat. If the words sexy and danger had a smell, it would be this omega.
Landon's mouth watered, he has never been so attracted to someone's scent before. Figures it had to be a serial killer.
When they came around the corner and the doctor was met with the entrance to the killer's cell, Landon could see a young teen through the glass. He had a mop of hair that looked to be having trouble deciding whether it wanted to be red or brown, but Landon could only see the back of the kids head as the boy swayed side to side in his office chair.
Mr. Doore tapped on the glass separating them from the capable murderer, "Kira, you have a new doctor here to see you."
There was no answer, just the slight squeak of the kid's chair as he continued to sway, using the empty table next to him as leverage to keep it moving.
With only a second of unsure hesitation at the boy's silence, the officer unhooked his keys and used three different sticks to unlock the door before swiping his ID card. There was a loud honking noise before the light on the handle turned from red to green and the officer opened the door for the doctor.
Landon walked inside the cell, clipboard in one hand and the other hand in his jean pocket.
The doctor stared at the kid's head in slight nervousness as he approached, his worn out black sneakers doing nothing for stealth as the officer shut the door. Landon chose to ignore the fact that if the murderer tried to kill him, the officer would have to unlock three bolts and swipe his card before he would be able to get to him.
"So," so. the doctor paused at the sound of a voice that was undeniably masculine yet held a youthfulness that seemed to hypnotize Landon's alpha, "Mata aimashita L." We meet again L. He hadn't even looked at Landon and yet he was already regarding him with such recognition. It was surreal how fast Kira boldly identified Landon as L, before even bothering to lay eyes on the man.
The boy was speaking Japanese perfectly, the roll of his tongue as he spoke was so naturally seductive that Landon couldn't imagine that Moon was faking it.
Lawlence's eyebrow rose, but the sentence was probably there since L and Kira knew each other in a past life. He walked around the kid's chair and made eye contact with the prettiest russet eyes he'd ever seen.
"Ima made atta koto ga nai," We've never met before. Landon said quietly as he sat in the second desk chair in front of the murderer. There was an evil glint in the eyes that Kira was currently borrowing from Moon Light, and the smirk that the killer aimed at Lawlence had the man shivering for reasons other than the attraction he felt. Was Kira making himself smell that way so he could attempt to manipulate him already? Or did he naturally smell this pleasant? Playing his cards so soon didn't sound like the Kira that murdered the greatest detective of all time.
"Nansensu L, anata wa sukoshi kawatte inai. Anata no kaori sura arimasen." Nonsense L, you haven't changed a bit. Not even your scent. He smirked slightly wider, somehow becoming more wicked in appearance. "Watashi wa anata ni sore o tewatasanakereba narimasenga anata wa watashi ga oboete iru yori haruka ni miryoka-tekina nioi ga shimasu." Though I've got to hand it to you, you smell much more alluring to me than I remember.
Landon didn't want to talk about scents, in fact, he wanted to pretend like Kira didn't smell nice at all. Kira reminded him of a toxic flower known as the Palm of Christ, a plant that was prettier than most flowers, but also 6,000 times more poisonous than cyanide. He quickly changed the subject.
"Kyo no Kira wa ikagadesu ka? Watashinonamaeha Dr. Landon Lawlence." How are you feeling today, Kira? My name is Dr. Landon Lawlence. Landon said as he sat down on the chair, picking his legs up so his feet rested on the edge of the seat.
"Je me suis réveillé avec un ennui inimaginable." I woke up feeling unimaginably bored. Kira tipped his head back as he changed their language to French, purposefully bearing his long pale neck for the alpha's eyes to roam.
Landon's eyebrow quirked, Kira's tone was bland, but there was something playful in his scent. As if the change in language was meant to be a test. "Je m'excuse pour cela, l'isolement cellulaire ne semble pas amusant du tout." I apologize for that, solitary confinement doesn't sound fun at all.
Kira picked his head up and looked at Landon again, the smirk back on his face only slightly. "No malinterpretes, me encanta privacidad." Don't misunderstand, I love privacy.
Spanish, Landon thought, Kira was definitely testing him. The doctor put a thumb up to his lip and maintained eye contact with the omega, he was not intimidated. "Seguro que hiciste un espectáculo de ti mismo para llegar aquí, Kira. No estoy completamente seguro de que alguien haya apuñalado en el cuello por algo." You sure made a spectacle of yourself to get here, Kira. I'm not entirely sure stabbing someone in the neck was called for.
Kira smirked evilly, though Landon wasn't sure if it was because he liked how his little game was going, or if he was vividly remembering the pleasure of killing another patient. He switched to Italian as he spoke, "Il bastardo se lo meritava, nessuno mi tocca senza permesso." The bastard deserved it, no one touches me without permission.
Landon couldn't help the thrill that invaded his body, omegas were known to be the most physically and mentally weak out of all dynamics. To come across one who took down an alpha so aggressively was both phenomenal and rare. "Sì. Bene. La tua forma di giustizia sembra essere un po 'diversa da ciò che immaginano le corti." Yes. Well. Your form of justice does seem to be a little different than what the courts envision.
Kira smiled widely now, looking at Landon as if he was a meat lovers pizza after fasting for weeks, "Your intelligence is liberating. You really haven't changed much at all L. I'm almost happy to see you again." His English was marred by a slight accent, but still, he spoke it fluently and perfectly.
"Kira, I may be the reincarnation of the great detective, but please address me as Doctor Lawlence, as I have no memory of my past life like you do."
Kira lifted a hand from the table next to him and brought it up to his porcelain face, licking the tip of his finger and forcing Landon's eyes to be drawn down to the soft pale lips and the sharp white teeth that gently nibbled at his thumb. Lawlence could only hope that the killer didn't notice the twitch in his black eyebrow, Kira's smelled as if someone had taken a bucket of pheromones and dumped it on his head.
"Would you like to know how I murdered you, L?" Landon briefly wondered if the kid's face was permanently sewn into a smile. The question shocked the doctor out of his calm facade for only a second before he reigned in his emotions. The murderer in front of him leaned forward in his seat, and desire morphed into his scent. As if the prospect of telling L's reincarnation the gory details of how he exterminated him from the world was his own personal fetish.
"No, I can't say that I'm interested in hearing such a story." His attempt to keep things calm and professional didn't seem to deter the killer from trying to seduce fear out of him.
"Are you sure?" Kira purred, "it's a really fun story. I don't think I'll ever forget the pretty sound of your screams."
Landon never thought that he could be so intimidated by an omega of all things. They may have been rare, male omega's even rarer, but they were known to be loving and gentle creatures who supported and nourished their families. 1 out of 20 people are an omega, and 1 out of 60 omegas are male. With horrible people kidnapping omegas on the daily and selling them on the black market, male omegas were even more unheard of than the statistics already let on. Half of the male omegas that were born in 2017 alone were kidnapped and are still missing to this day in 2019. Landon wondered if Kira had ever had a problem with criminals trying to hurt him, knowing that the possibility was quite high.
"I'd rather talk about your childhood, Kira, in the current time period I mean. We can talk about your past life later, but for now, tell me what it was like growing up possessing Moon Light's body." Landon put down the clipboard on the table and got out a pen as he prepared to write.
It apparently wasn't enough to roll his eyes, Kira rolled his whole head as he sighed, but he didn't respond after that.
Irritation made a quiet appearance into Landon's brain, but it wasn't enough to change his scent much as he stared at a very childish killer. So he only answered when he was interested, huh?
It wasn't a secret that Dr. Lawlence had done his research on the Kira case. All the evidence that he had access to, from recorded threats to the thousands of people dead, all pointed to the fact that Kira was childish by nature, and liked to play games.
Fine. Landon thought. He would play along.
"How did you kill me, Kira?" He asked, not sure if he was prepared to hear the answer, but he needed to do his job somehow. He has dealt with patients as childish as this before, but no one had ever made him feel so nervous.
Kira picked up his head, his reddish brown locks falling to frame his deceitfully angelic face. Pitch black eyelashes fluttered as the boy regarded Landon with renewed interest. The killer leaned forward in his seat and reached a hand up to grab the collar of Landon's shirt before the doctor could process what was going on.
A startled noise escaped the professional's mouth as he was yanked forward till their faces were inches apart. The scent that invaded him was shocking and much harder to ignore in the involuntary proximity to the kid. The discomfort he felt to have this killer this close to him, let alone touching him, had his brain going a mile a minute. At that moment, he forgot that he was a ninth degree black belt and instead swallowed thickly around the intoxicating scent of pure temptation.
"I waited until you were positive that I wasn't a murderer, waited until you cleared by name. I waited until you trusted me fully and completely, so much so that we even fell in bed together a few times. You were the best lover I'd ever had, L. The way we fought for dominance was more arousing than an omega in heat. I'm man enough to admit that you were usually the one to win though." Kira smirked as he purposely bewitched the alpha with his scent, and he immediately smelt the intense lust that poured from the alpha's pores. He had to admit, the doctor did smell invigoratingly heady. "Until I cut you open in a dark ally one night. That time you lost."
Landon's eyes dilated as the intense smell of arousal and vanilla-apple assaulted his nostrils.
"You looked so pretty covered in your own blood. That deep, dark, wet crimson splattered across your porcelain white flesh and matting your black hair. That coppery smell of your blood mixed with that delicious smell of strawberries very nicely." Kira was purring as he licked his lips as if he was imagining eating Landon whole.
Landon came back to himself like a truck hitting a pedestrian, Kira was even more sick and deranged than he had expected. He glanced over with his black eyes to the cop that was still patiently watching them, the three different keys in his hands and held at the ready to unlock the door as quickly as possible if needed. The cop had a pale and stiff expression on his face as he stared at Moon's body.
Landon smirked, Kira obviously wanted him to be uncomfortable, but the psychologist wouldn't play into his game anymore. "Kira has an interesting way of expressing attraction."
The killer chuckled, his body shaking with his amusement and his eyes looking more red than brown as they stared the doctor down, "I figured the reincarnation of L wasn't one to fall for the weak and horny omega act. Thought I'd be myself and see how you would react."
The doctor tilted his head to the side as he was released from Kira's grip, "How could you have known for sure? I am not, nor am I like, L."
Kira laughed as if Lawlence had said something funnier than a dog video, "Nonsense, you are exactly like L. Your appearance, your behavior, your speech, even your scent is exactly like his, though with my new dynamic I have to tell you that it is much more... let's say eliciting than I remember it being. I've never liked strawberries much until now."
Landon pulled at his lip with two fingers, Kira was being much more forward than the nurse and the cop let on that he would be. He was absolutely flirtatious and manipulative as they said, but if Landon didn't know already that the boy was an omega, and he didn't currently smell like an apple-vanilla bread pudding, the doctor would have no idea of the teens dynamic. In fact, he was almost sure he would have classified him as an alpha. He was much too confident, dominant, and all around crazy to be grouped in with normal omegas.
"So," Kira lifted a hand and ran his fingers through his bangs, knowing it would bring attention to his fierce and gorgeous russet eyes. "You came here to try and cure my disturbing sociopathic tendencies."
"The government chose not to kill you for your crimes and risk you being reborn under the same circumstances you did with Moon, only to continue killing in another 7 years," Landon stated as if the killer didn't already know. "Instead they want me to figure out what sort of screw is loose in your head so that I may treat you. It is my intention to help you and Moon Light to coexist in the same body, while at the same time teach you to live life like a normal human, who doesn't get off on powerful detectives covered in blood."
Kira rolled his eyes, "Please, L. Liberate me." he said sarcastically as he leaned his head back against the head of his office chair.
"What would you like to talk about Kira," Landon knew from past experience that Kira would only answer questions that he was interested in. "Your childhood with Moon Light? Your own childhood as Light Yagami? The last dream you had? Anything you want."
He waited for a minute or two until he was positive that Kira wasn't going to answer. Until he finally said something, "Come on L, you have never interested yourself with those kinds of boring questions. If you want to know what goes on in my head, you are going to have to ask me the dark questions that you continuously hesitate to ask."
As much as Landon hated that Kira associated him with someone that he had killed viciously as if they were one and the same, the doctor chose to ignore it. Kira knew his name, he was choosing not to use it. It almost made him shiver, the way Kira looked at him and saw nobody but L the great detective.
He swallowed, he was very skeptical about asking his next question, but he knew if he wanted to get anywhere, he needed to crack the code of Kira's psyche. To do that, though, seemed to be reliant on how much he involved L.
"Tell me more about your relationship with L, why did killing him excite you so much?"
Kira smirked, "Oh, straight to the fun stuff, huh? Alright." the killer picked his feet up and crossed his legs on the chair. "Growing up as Light Yagami was bland, boring. I had to dumb my speech down with every conversation I had because no one was intellectually capable of keeping up with me. Then I murdered a potential rapist, and I felt the rush of excitement that motivated me to become Kira, leading me to meet you. Since my father was the chief of police, you quickly learned of my intelligence and interest in crime and wanted me on the team searching for Kira. I saw you like a challenge and often got off every time my plan to distract you from finding Kira's true identity worked.
"I thought you were such a fool," Kira laughed, "All the smarts in the world and a master at deductive reasoning, yet you couldn't figure out the person that killed thousands of people was the same person you fucked almost every night. It was a game to me, a very exciting game that could only end one of two ways; you either proved that I was Kira, or I killed you." The killer smiled sweetly now. "You lost."
Landon's thumb started bleeding, his teeth biting in a little too hard on it. The smell of strawberries and copper filled the air and made Kira's mouth water, "I marveled in the innocence you founded me for years after your death. It was so easy to murder people when the task force trusted me completely, that I actually missed you. You were the most fun game, and the most unfettering challenge I had ever faced. You kept me on my toes, forced me to think and plot as if my life depended on it because, for a while, it did."
"Do you regret killing L?" the way Kira spoke implied the fact, though, with the boy's sociopathic behavior, it was more of hopeful inquiry.
Kira smirked, "No. Your death gave me material every night for years. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only reason you don't have a pen in your neck right now is because I am too busy fantasizing about murdering you all over again."
Landon looked down at Kira's hands and then his own, making sure the only pen in the room was in his own hands and not in the killers. Satisfied that Kira didn't have any sort of weapon in his grip, the doctor started chewing on a different finger.
"So many possibilities," Kira continued passively, "So many things I want to do to you. I'd love to tie you to a bed and keep you there. I think this time around I wouldn't kill you so quickly, I'd definitely take my time and savor every moment."
"Why do you enjoy killing so much, Kira? Do you not understand that they have a life, and when you kill them you take it away?"
"I know what death is, L. I am not incompetent to not know that I am taking life away." Kira had barely stopped smiling the entire conversation and now was no exception as he answered the doctor's question. "I find taking life away thrilling to the point of ecstasy. It's like a drug, which I am having dangerous withdrawal symptoms from, by the way."
Lawlence considered the boy in front of him now, throwing off the silent threat as if it wasn't there. "You mentioned that your first kill was a potential rapist. Where you excited that you killed him because you got revenge for trying to hurt you, or were you simply excited about killing in general? Tell me about what you were thinking before and after you murdered him."
Kira wrapped his arms around himself, and Landon noted the insecure behavior even though the boy's passive face gave away nothing as he spoke. "Before that night, I had always thought of myself as normal, though the friends I had would sometimes tell me that my behavior could be perceived as... off." Kira looked down at Landon's feet with a faraway look, as if recalling his serial killer birth was tiring, "When the alpha attacked me, I was scared, of course. I am only human after all and at the time I was only a teenager. The fear I felt, the helplessness he made me feel, and the way he subjected me to begging... It triggered something in me, something dark, but illuminating in an almost frightening way. But as I stood in a puddle of his blood and stared down at his mutilated body, I didn't feel anything but freedom."
"You're doing really good Kira, very good." Landon praised as he took a few notes of how the serial killer behaved, and how he reacted to such a troubling situation. Now he was getting somewhere with the boy. "Can you tell me what made you start killing in this timeline?" he had a suspicion but he wasn't going to assume anything when it came to Kira.
The killer laughed maniacally, throwing his head back and cackling like Landon just told him a funny joke. "It's ironic really; how in both lifetimes, what triggered me to start killing was an alpha trying to hurt me. I'm sure you know of omega trafficking. There were three men who picked Moon up one day on his way home from elementary school and let's just say the fuckers didn't last the car ride." Kira started playing with his fingers in his lap. "Poor little 7-year-old Moon, too weak of omega to handle a few hands touching him. I had no problem taking control."
The doctor clicked his pen. So he was right after all in his assumption that Kira had trouble with people before because of his dynamic. Personally, if he was a 7-year-old omega who had just been picked up by a bunch of alpha traffickers, he wouldn't have stopped at anything to get away either; even murder. That particular murder case can, and will, be taken off the boy's record and be documented as self-defense.
"That is hardly unexpected behavior for a normal person with a sense of self-preservation. Personally, I am very happy you protected yourself, as your fate would have been less than comfortable if they had succeeded in kidnapping you. Tell me, did people harass you often? What kind of people did you kill after those two first murders?" His fingers were very sore by now, but that didn't stop him from sucking the tip of his thumb as he waited for the killer to answer. The smell of apples and vanilla had remained sweet but had turned a little spicy as the boy's attitude changed from playfully deranged to a little more than slightly insecure. This was good, it meant the boy was expressing something other than insanity and they were truly making a bit of progress.
"L," Kira started suddenly, ignoring Landon's question entirely. The doctor started at the change but nodded that he was listening.
"Do you really think that you can change someone like me?" The smile was gone from the killer's angelically beautiful features, "Do you honestly believe that I am capable of being saved?"
Landon thought hard on that question. He had always been confident of his expertise, he had multiple degrees and years of experience despite his young age, he had never failed a patient before. However, Kira seemed to be so far from humanity. He killed for enjoyment, killed for play. Sure some of his killings, probably more than the boy was telling about, had been purely self-defense, but did that mean the kid was repairable? He showed not an ounce of regret from what he has done, not even a glimmer of remorse for taking thousands of lives both in his previous life and this one. His behavior could only be described as demonic.
"I am unsure at the moment," Landon started answering honestly. "I'd like to believe that there is still a flicker of humanity somewhere under the psychopath influencing the way you conduct yourself. I will remain your personal psychologist until I am positive though, I assure you. Though, you need to answer me one more question, Light Yagami."
Kira's head picked up in interest at the use of his real name, it surprised him how much he enjoyed being called that after being labeled as Kira for years now. He had almost forgotten his name...
"Do you want to be better? Because it starts with that admission."
Light thought long on that question. He couldn't say that living a normal life had crossed his mind a few times. Growing up, finishing high school, going to college and possibly falling in love and, perhaps, eventually mating...
It wasn't for him, Kira thirsted for power.
"No. I like killing too much."
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