Futatsu no Tsuki
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Chapter 2
Futatsu no Tsuki
Chapter 2
+Pain. Fear. The vividness of his surroundings attacked him, his body doubled over as he glared up at the gray-blue of the sky; he could see the dim yellow just beyond the horizon littered with trees and half-built concrete walls. His abdomen burned, his schoolbag tossed to the side and all his notebooks and papers littered on the dirt. Voices blurred around him, he swallowed to wet his dry throat as his eyes picked up the figures above him.
He trembled, the air blowing against his ice-cold skin. He felt afraid, unable to figure out why….why were those figures above him? Why? Footsteps broke through the web of voices, the sky growing into a red tint as he saw the figures turn and heard the crunch as a fist met with the nearest one’s face. Moisture flooded into his eyes as he recognized his savior, and he watched as one by one the figures fell to the ground.
“Aniki…”+
-
Heart racing, Light awoke to the morning sun’s rays already peeking into his room; he felt his stomach knotting as he realized his panicked state. His skin pale and moist with sweat he struggle to rein in his harsh breathing, the knowledge of the hidden cameras recording everything pressing in on him.
‘Damn, why this when L is watching?’ He forced himself to stretch, legs swung over the side of the bed as he heard Ryuk chuckling across from him.
“Hey, Light, you were toss n’ turning for a while….some sort of nightmare?”
‘Stupid Shinigami….’
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L tapped his bottom lip with his forefinger, black pupils wide and focused on his suspect. On the table beside him a cup of steaming tea and an unmarred slice of cake awaited his attention - however Light’s agitated state kept his senses glued to the monitor.
“Interesting….” L mumbled, the monitor screen reflected in his eyes as the door behind him opened. He ignored it and absentmindedly bit on his thumbnail - on the screen he saw Light leave his bedroom and head toward the bathroom. The detective’s lips parted as Light, while passing Yue’s room, paused, the teen’s eyebrows furrowed. For the first time since the video surveillance began L noticed hesitance on his suspect’s face.
“Light….” Souichiro felt his heart pound as he read the same expression as L did on his son’s face - only he was able to recall another occurrence 5 years back. The day Light had gone to visit his brother in the hospital. The brown haired teen had hesitated outside of the hospital room, his hand hovering the handle and twitching - Souichiro had been able to read his eldest son’s face clearly that time. It’d shown only raw emotion - fear, pain, guilt, anger mixed together. Now his eldest wore a milder version outside Yue’s room. “Light….”
“It is likely Light may have dreamed about his brother.” L’s voice cut through Souichiro’s thoughts, morphing the chief’s expression into confusion and shock.
“Ryuzaki…how….”
“Light awoke abruptly this morning after restless turning in his sleep, I conclude some sort of dream - probably about Yue since Light stopped outside his twin’s room. Something contrary to his usual routine. However that is simply a guess since Light doesn’t seem one affected by dreams.” L turned to his tea and took a sip, lips frowning as the bitter taste touched his tongue. His captivation of Light’s unusual actions postponed his normal addition of sugar in his tea, leaving the cooling cup bitter. “Studies suggest that twins, mostly identical ones, usually share a special sense or bond.”
“Ryuzaki…what are you…?”
“I’m simply musing aloud since I find it a peculiar coincidence that the morning after you and I talked about Yue, Light seemed to have a dream about him. Not that is will matter much to the investigation - unless Kira is proven to be psychic.”
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Yue stared at the laptop screen filled with internet windows opened to various Kira websites, his tired eyes drinking in the words as he drunk from the coffee cup at his lips. The rich aroma awakened his sleep-deprived body, pulling him through yet another support comment about Kira followed by a counter comment on a Kira blog. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rich brown eyes glancing at the digital clock on the dresser - Japan was a few hours ahead of where he was, the sky outside the windows a deep black.
“Kira…I’ll make sure you regret everything….”
‘“I’m doing this for you, you’re much too young to….your whole life is ahead of you, mine I’ve already wasted….” Taeku’s words from that evening 4 years ago echoed on his eardrums, the despair-spiced kindness shining in the ex-convict’s eyes. “Just…never tell…never….”’
“Taeku…because of me….you were a target because I….” Yue tossed the coffee cup across the room, ignoring the loud clack as it crashed and broke against the wall. Instead he folded his hands against his forehead, blocking his face, the night silence marred by distant sirens. Slowly he removed his hands, freeing his vision to gaze at the heavily shadowed walls and trail toward the mirror across the room. The coffee cup had struck just beside it, missing breaking the reflective glass by a millimeter.
His tired eyes amid his pale face stared back at him from the reflection, his shirt hung low on his shoulders, his black hair straggly. Pale, dry lips twitched as he drunk in his reflection, vision halting at the scar on his neck; the scar obscured by the darkness, he pictured the marred flesh in his thoughts more than seeing it. Tentative fingers touched it, running along the discoloration as tears filled his eyes.
“…no one ever really stays in my life…not Taeku….not that nameless man….” Yue closed his eyes, lowering his hand to his chest, lips curved slightly. The un-bandaged cuts from yesterday stung yet the pain dulled as images drew into focus behind his closed eyelids. Memories from two years back.
+That night, his recently dyed black hair streaked yellow and his eyes outlined with eye-pencil had freed him from his student persona. He wore a black-buckled shirt over a mesh one, his legs covered by tight bondage-pants decorated with many buckles and skulls. The fake ID in his pocket had awarded him entrance into 3 different clubs that night, his goal to find thrills rather than getting drunk.
He’d tried that 2 nights before, the hangover almost killing him. Tonight’s goal was to feed off the atmosphere of the clubs, soak in the enthusiasm of the club scene. Yet 3 clubs later he’d still lacked the right stimulus.
“Sheesh….” He exited the club and leaned against it’s wall beside the door, rich eyes stargazing at the surprisingly clear sky. The wind only softly fluttered by, lifting the loose front of his hair slightly and he allowed his arms to rest at his sides, touching the wall. He imagined that the streetlights shining on his cheeks made his pale skin glow, illuminated in the comfortable, cool night.
Car headlights passed by and he felt someone watching him, the culprit simply breathing about 4 feet to his right. He tilted his head back, dropping his hair from his right eye enough that he could make out the man through the strands. Dark hair left relatively wild, moon pale skin - the man studied him with deep black eyes that conveyed an hunger for a brief second before becoming lifeless.
“Hey, wanna hang out?” Yue strolled up to the man, insides brimming with excitement as he read the unnamed man’s face - the muscles schooled to not show emotion an easy read to him. Even the smallest ripple showed on a calm lake and the tiniest dot on a blank canvas. ‘That course on reading micro-expressions actually paid off…’
“That would not be appropriate, I must be getting back to work.” The man droned, tilting his head, his thumb briefly at his lips before he noticed Yue hooking his arm with his own. The man’s eyes widened a fraction, his mouth twitching.
“Come on, just a walk down the street? I know a great café with great coffee and hot chocolate….” Yue smiled warmly, holding tightly to the man’s arm, his fingers playing with the man’s pale hand. He paused as he witnessed the man’s expression change slightly - into delight.
“…and strawberry cake?”+
Yue grinned and he relaxed in the chair, his hair sticking to his tear-glossed cheeks. His memory playing out the rest of that night as the digital clock blinked by the minutes.
Chapter 2
+Pain. Fear. The vividness of his surroundings attacked him, his body doubled over as he glared up at the gray-blue of the sky; he could see the dim yellow just beyond the horizon littered with trees and half-built concrete walls. His abdomen burned, his schoolbag tossed to the side and all his notebooks and papers littered on the dirt. Voices blurred around him, he swallowed to wet his dry throat as his eyes picked up the figures above him.
He trembled, the air blowing against his ice-cold skin. He felt afraid, unable to figure out why….why were those figures above him? Why? Footsteps broke through the web of voices, the sky growing into a red tint as he saw the figures turn and heard the crunch as a fist met with the nearest one’s face. Moisture flooded into his eyes as he recognized his savior, and he watched as one by one the figures fell to the ground.
“Aniki…”+
-
Heart racing, Light awoke to the morning sun’s rays already peeking into his room; he felt his stomach knotting as he realized his panicked state. His skin pale and moist with sweat he struggle to rein in his harsh breathing, the knowledge of the hidden cameras recording everything pressing in on him.
‘Damn, why this when L is watching?’ He forced himself to stretch, legs swung over the side of the bed as he heard Ryuk chuckling across from him.
“Hey, Light, you were toss n’ turning for a while….some sort of nightmare?”
‘Stupid Shinigami….’
0
L tapped his bottom lip with his forefinger, black pupils wide and focused on his suspect. On the table beside him a cup of steaming tea and an unmarred slice of cake awaited his attention - however Light’s agitated state kept his senses glued to the monitor.
“Interesting….” L mumbled, the monitor screen reflected in his eyes as the door behind him opened. He ignored it and absentmindedly bit on his thumbnail - on the screen he saw Light leave his bedroom and head toward the bathroom. The detective’s lips parted as Light, while passing Yue’s room, paused, the teen’s eyebrows furrowed. For the first time since the video surveillance began L noticed hesitance on his suspect’s face.
“Light….” Souichiro felt his heart pound as he read the same expression as L did on his son’s face - only he was able to recall another occurrence 5 years back. The day Light had gone to visit his brother in the hospital. The brown haired teen had hesitated outside of the hospital room, his hand hovering the handle and twitching - Souichiro had been able to read his eldest son’s face clearly that time. It’d shown only raw emotion - fear, pain, guilt, anger mixed together. Now his eldest wore a milder version outside Yue’s room. “Light….”
“It is likely Light may have dreamed about his brother.” L’s voice cut through Souichiro’s thoughts, morphing the chief’s expression into confusion and shock.
“Ryuzaki…how….”
“Light awoke abruptly this morning after restless turning in his sleep, I conclude some sort of dream - probably about Yue since Light stopped outside his twin’s room. Something contrary to his usual routine. However that is simply a guess since Light doesn’t seem one affected by dreams.” L turned to his tea and took a sip, lips frowning as the bitter taste touched his tongue. His captivation of Light’s unusual actions postponed his normal addition of sugar in his tea, leaving the cooling cup bitter. “Studies suggest that twins, mostly identical ones, usually share a special sense or bond.”
“Ryuzaki…what are you…?”
“I’m simply musing aloud since I find it a peculiar coincidence that the morning after you and I talked about Yue, Light seemed to have a dream about him. Not that is will matter much to the investigation - unless Kira is proven to be psychic.”
0
Yue stared at the laptop screen filled with internet windows opened to various Kira websites, his tired eyes drinking in the words as he drunk from the coffee cup at his lips. The rich aroma awakened his sleep-deprived body, pulling him through yet another support comment about Kira followed by a counter comment on a Kira blog. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rich brown eyes glancing at the digital clock on the dresser - Japan was a few hours ahead of where he was, the sky outside the windows a deep black.
“Kira…I’ll make sure you regret everything….”
‘“I’m doing this for you, you’re much too young to….your whole life is ahead of you, mine I’ve already wasted….” Taeku’s words from that evening 4 years ago echoed on his eardrums, the despair-spiced kindness shining in the ex-convict’s eyes. “Just…never tell…never….”’
“Taeku…because of me….you were a target because I….” Yue tossed the coffee cup across the room, ignoring the loud clack as it crashed and broke against the wall. Instead he folded his hands against his forehead, blocking his face, the night silence marred by distant sirens. Slowly he removed his hands, freeing his vision to gaze at the heavily shadowed walls and trail toward the mirror across the room. The coffee cup had struck just beside it, missing breaking the reflective glass by a millimeter.
His tired eyes amid his pale face stared back at him from the reflection, his shirt hung low on his shoulders, his black hair straggly. Pale, dry lips twitched as he drunk in his reflection, vision halting at the scar on his neck; the scar obscured by the darkness, he pictured the marred flesh in his thoughts more than seeing it. Tentative fingers touched it, running along the discoloration as tears filled his eyes.
“…no one ever really stays in my life…not Taeku….not that nameless man….” Yue closed his eyes, lowering his hand to his chest, lips curved slightly. The un-bandaged cuts from yesterday stung yet the pain dulled as images drew into focus behind his closed eyelids. Memories from two years back.
+That night, his recently dyed black hair streaked yellow and his eyes outlined with eye-pencil had freed him from his student persona. He wore a black-buckled shirt over a mesh one, his legs covered by tight bondage-pants decorated with many buckles and skulls. The fake ID in his pocket had awarded him entrance into 3 different clubs that night, his goal to find thrills rather than getting drunk.
He’d tried that 2 nights before, the hangover almost killing him. Tonight’s goal was to feed off the atmosphere of the clubs, soak in the enthusiasm of the club scene. Yet 3 clubs later he’d still lacked the right stimulus.
“Sheesh….” He exited the club and leaned against it’s wall beside the door, rich eyes stargazing at the surprisingly clear sky. The wind only softly fluttered by, lifting the loose front of his hair slightly and he allowed his arms to rest at his sides, touching the wall. He imagined that the streetlights shining on his cheeks made his pale skin glow, illuminated in the comfortable, cool night.
Car headlights passed by and he felt someone watching him, the culprit simply breathing about 4 feet to his right. He tilted his head back, dropping his hair from his right eye enough that he could make out the man through the strands. Dark hair left relatively wild, moon pale skin - the man studied him with deep black eyes that conveyed an hunger for a brief second before becoming lifeless.
“Hey, wanna hang out?” Yue strolled up to the man, insides brimming with excitement as he read the unnamed man’s face - the muscles schooled to not show emotion an easy read to him. Even the smallest ripple showed on a calm lake and the tiniest dot on a blank canvas. ‘That course on reading micro-expressions actually paid off…’
“That would not be appropriate, I must be getting back to work.” The man droned, tilting his head, his thumb briefly at his lips before he noticed Yue hooking his arm with his own. The man’s eyes widened a fraction, his mouth twitching.
“Come on, just a walk down the street? I know a great café with great coffee and hot chocolate….” Yue smiled warmly, holding tightly to the man’s arm, his fingers playing with the man’s pale hand. He paused as he witnessed the man’s expression change slightly - into delight.
“…and strawberry cake?”+
Yue grinned and he relaxed in the chair, his hair sticking to his tear-glossed cheeks. His memory playing out the rest of that night as the digital clock blinked by the minutes.