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Perfect Creature

Rated M for Mature

Alternate Universe (the only variable being Light's father died at the age of two, therefore ever attempt will be made to follow a realistic storyline based on that single modification), Violence, Adult Themes, and Heterosexual Relations, and (very) eventual Homosexual Relations.

After a tragedy, Light is left fatherless at the age of two, and raised by a broke single mother in a bad part of town. Existing for survival alone wears hard on a boy. Brains don't mean much when they're splattered on the pavement. Eventual Yaoi.

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Chapter Two – Year 2003

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"Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be." -George Orwell

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New Years Day passed without much event for Light, though the rest of Japan was wrapped up in the festivities, which meant a temporary spike in sales. People liked to party, and many of them thought the experience was somehow amplified with the use of substances.

Exploitation of that was Light's business.

Light enjoyed classical music more than any of the other drivel that was on the radio, but Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, the traditional music of January 1st in Japan, was starting to grate on his nerves by the time midnight came around.

It had been three months since the day Light had been arrested, however briefly, and Hanso was currently rotting away in a jail cell awaiting his trial. Light had been pleased the day he'd hacked into the police database to see that he'd been arrested, and with enough evidence to almost certainly put him in jail for ten years. But the satisfaction from that victory had waned weeks ago.

Now, they were in the midst of conquering something much bigger, something that could easily triple their revenue were they to pull it off.

Dun dun dun da dun da ta doo da...

It was the weekend, and therefore Light took the opportunity to relax while he wasn't expected to be at school or anything gang related to attend to. It was snowing outside the window, though it was warm inside their small apartment. He remembered when he was a child and they couldn't afford to keep the heat on for long periods of time, and he'd curl up in the bed and shiver under his blankets as he read a book, ice forming on the glass of his window. This time of year had always been the worst, and Light had learned to hate the crunch of snow outside. At eleven, he'd been left bleeding and barely moving, face down on the freezing white ground, the sound of crunching snow under the boots of other students as they passed him had been like the seventh circle of hell...

Dun dun dun da dun da ta doo da...

He sighed and reached for his phone, the store bought kind he exchanged every two weeks, giving his new number only to those he wanted to have it. It was Sayu. He'd been waiting for this call from her. Awaiting it, however, did not mean he had been looking forward to it. She was a brash woman at best, with a mouth ten times the size of her brain.

He hoped to keep the conversation short.

"Atake-san," He greeted blandly, gazing at his ceiling.

"Yagami-san." He could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke, however small it was.

"Do you have something to share with me?"

"Oh, loads."

"..."

"..."

"Well, did you call me to tell me or to just hear my voice?" Light drawled, irked at the silence. He hated it when people paused and expected you to askthem to continue. If he hadn't wanted to hear it, he wouldn't have picked up.

Women.

"Yeah, yeah, man, chill out already. I just wanted to let you know the director boned me."

"...That's vulgar, but good, I suppose." Light replied without much inflection. She'd been working for the last five months to work her way up the rung in modeling, and she'd finally managed to get someone only a few steps below the CEO of the entertainment corporation to sleep with her. "Pictures?"

"A shitload, Yagami-san, you wouldn't believe what this guy is into. Fucking pig."

"Good."

But was it? Light hadn't liked this idea from the beginning, if he was honest with himself. He'd gone along with it because it meant money, and because Sayu already had her mind set on it. She was a headstrong girl with a mouth like a sailor, and had already signed up for the modeling before she had even come to Light with the idea.

Maeda had a right to be worried. She was using her body in ways that Light didn't condone. She was a good person, and sleeping with someone for the betterment of the gang's finances, even just once, was...prostituting herself.

It was revolting. But it had been her idea, and she had made it clear that she would be doing it, whether Light benefited from it or not.

"This will be good for us." Light paused, not sure how to go about expressing the sentiment without offending her. However disgusting her actions were, she was a strong woman. She hadn't crumpled when she'd been knocked down, and he admired that in a woman, even though she was stupid. "You didn't have to do this, you realize."

"I won't always be mooching off of Anakoba," That was the name of the entertainment and modeling company she was burrowing herself inside. "You're the best around, and Maeda-san trusts you."

"I would have given you the protection without this, Atake-san."

"It wouldn't be the same. I'd be some charity case, not part of the crew. I want them to protect me because I'm one of them, not because you tell them poor little Sayu-chan was raped by the big bad boogyman and doesn't want it to happen again."

She said it so flippantly that it made Light's stomach turn. The other men in his group would either hike up their shoulders in anger, or pretend to flinch while secretly not giving a damn at the thought of a woman being raped. Not because they themselves would hurt a woman in that fashion, or had, but because they knew so many girls that had been abused in some way that it was practically normal to them. Light knew which to trust and which he should be weary of. Kanto would make an excellent watchman for Sayu; he was huge, scary looking, and had a stronger stance on protecting women than any of the other boys in the group.

"All the more reason for you not to do this. Do you have no self worth?"

"Not much, Yagami-san," She spat, a little venomously, though she took a moment to calm herself, almost as though responding to Light's lifted eyebrow. "You aren't my therapist, you're my boss-you ...are my boss, aren't you?"

Her voice faltered slightly and Light did his best not to sigh. Sayu was more needy for approval and acceptance than she would have anyone believe, and he knew her harsh words were just that—words, with nothing behind them. It was a defensive mechanism that she'd learned in order to protect herself, and Light couldn't bring himself to fault her for it, however irksome it might be.

"...Yes."

"Good. So, I got the pictures and put them in the safety deposit box, like you asked."

"Excellent. Have you acted on the blackmail aspect of it?"

"Not yet, I figured I'd do that today."

"Do I need to go over with you exactly what you're going to say to him?"

"What, you think I can't blackmail someone? Where did I grow up again, Yagami-san?"

"Alright, if you think you can handle it."

"Of course I can handle it. Either he becomes the direct link between his clients and our drugs, or else his wife gets a face-ful of what happened in that office."

"In the office?" Light tried not to sound as disgusted as he was at the thought of it.

"C'mon, that's like the most common fantasy ever. Sex on the desk, people in the next room...and the fact that it was with me just made it all the more awesome."

"Those are not details I need to hear."

"No? I always pegged you for a closet pervert, you know that? Suko said I was crazy for it, but I'm still not convinced..."

Maeda Suko, her young cousin. Light still wasn't sure what to think of him, but the boy seemed to idolize him, even if he asked questions that were sometimes out of line. "You're crossing the line, Atake-san."

"...Right, sorry."

Light paused for a moment, taking in the apology skeptically. She rarely apologized that quickly.

"What do you want?"

"I—don't know what you mean."

"You never take that meek tone unless you want something from me. What is it, money?"

"No! No...fuck, Yagami-san, I...don't want anything but leniency."

Light fought the urge to grind his teeth against each other, sitting up and saying slowly, "What did you do? Did you screw something up already? Just tell me so that I can fix it-"

"No, not for me. For Suko."

Light took a breath, narrowing his eyes as though she sat before him. "For what?"

"...Well. He lost some drugs." She said as quickly as she could, then scrambled to elaborate. "A customer that he started to do the usual with stopped him to ask if he could get twice as much-"

"And he believed him." Light cut her off, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Well, yeah, and the guy punched him in the stomach, kneed him in the chin and pulled off his jacket with all the drugs stuffed in the pockets at knife point..." She trailed off, waiting for Light's reaction.

Light took a moment to gather himself, before asking as calmly as he could manage. "Why do you know this?"

"Well, I'm his cousin, and he didn't know what to do-"

"I see. " Light cut her off quietly. He hadn't been the first to know about it, which was worse than the mistake itself.

"...What are you going to do to him? Suko is an idiot, I know-"

"That isn't your concern." Light replied curtly. He didn't plan to have the boy beaten but...suspending him from dealing for a while seemed like proper discipline for such a blunder. "Call me back when you've successfully set up appointments. You'll be taking the drugs to the actors and models yourself. You've done well, Atake-san."

"Yes, but, what about-"

Light hung up, and turned his phone to silent so that she couldn't call back just to bother him.

He pocketed his phone once more and pulled on a thick, long sleeved shirt and a coat over it, as well as a pair of gloves that had been his mother's birthday present to him last year. Smooth, brown leather, not the highest quality but...a treat, as far as he was concerned.

Closing the door behind him and resetting the alarm, as he did every time he passed, he started down the hallway and toward the elevator, the stained carpet and the peeling wallpaper no longer fazing him. Soon, he was out in the snow, looking up briefly before brushing the white flecks off of his nose as they tickled his face. He pulled the hood over his face as he walked toward the schoolyard; if Meada really intended to apologize, or confess honorably, then that was where he would be. His group was due to meet in less than two hours anyway, and some of those that got done early would probably be around, loitering and playing cards.

The ground was slick with snow, the road glazed and looking very much like a dark, iced over river, save for the pained yellow and white. It was stark against the gray of the street, reminding him just how plebeian it was—it was not a river. It was just a road, nothing more. It was really quite beautiful...it made this neighbor hood ridiculously clean, pure...

Light hated it.

This place was nothing of the sort, and for the damnable snow to blanket over it, like some white veil, it was like-a betrayal of all he'd worked to achieve. This place was not bright, or pristine, or beautiful, and the proof of that was in him and what he was.

Which was brilliant. And that had gotten him nothing but bruises, broken bones and humiliation.

He wouldn't stand for it.

Today was already a bad day, and the sun had not even begun to set. The snow was seeping through the worn souls of his shoes as he walked, stinging his feet with the cold of it. It was only setting his nerves more on edge as he approached the empty storage cell. A few boys already gathered there, drinking sake they'd no doubt stolen and doing their best to stay dry. Among them was Meada, looking antsy and worried and-

-looking up with wide eyes as Light approached.

Pulling down the hood of his coat, Light continued walking towards him as he spoke quietly. "Are you an idiot, Meada-san?"

He could actually hear the boy gulp. "Yes! I—I mean no. I mean...yes?"

Light regarded him coolly and carefully; he was young and not very bright. Light enjoyed the fact that he was one of the few people in the gang that he had not had to win over simply because Meada was younger. But he couldn't let the mistake go completely unpunished, or people would start stealing drugs under the disguise of a mistake and Light wouldn't have that, not even once. After Hanso had been taken care of, he was determined not to let it happen again. Hanso had been a lesson to everyone, but that didn't mean he could just let this go.

"Was there a particular reason you decided to ignore the very effective process that I instated so that this wouldn't happen?"

"No! I didn't...I mean..." The boy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, defending himself with more energy than Light was exerting to chastise him. "I thought I could—you know, come out ahead this week, if I made extra sales. I—I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't, Meada-san," Light said lowly, averting his gaze and quieting himself. The other boys looking at the interaction out of the corner of their eye tuned in on Light's voice now that they realized someone had screwed up. He literally let the boy sweat it out for a minute. He could see a trickle run down his forehead and over his cheek. It was really a revolting nervous habit. "For two weeks you will not be going on deabls. For a month following, Isui-san will be accompanying you on every -"

"Oh come on! I don' wanna walk around with tha' dweeb!" The whiny voice of Isui from behind Light was like nails on a chalkboard.

"Y—Yeah, Yagami-san, he doesn't like me very much..."

"I don't quite care whether you like each other," Light replied without hesitation, looking over his shoulder at Isui, who looked even more irritated with Light's decision. "You've been doing this for me for over two years now. You've never made a mistake and are possibly the most competent seller I have, and the one that has been around the longest..."

And, the most susceptible to praise. Light didn't want to promise him more money, or more power, and most of the other's weren't satisfied by a mere pat on the head.

As he expected, Isuyi stared for a moment, obviously surprised by the compliment.

"Oh...er—well, yeah, I guess tha's true...but still...baby sittin'..."

Meada looked miffed with the term, but didn't say anything to dispute it. He didn't have very much gall, for that Light was glad.

"You're the only one I trust him with, Isui-san. He's just a kid, and besides, don't you have three younger brothers?" Light inquired, taking a few steps toward the other to meet his eyes as he worked his way around this problem. Manipulating people was a game, whether it be with money, secrets or merely giving verbal appreciation where they may have never had it before...This place was not known for loving, compassionate families. Many of his men with a true gang mentality wanted to be recognized for their accomplishments and thought of as necessary.

It was a lie. No one here was necessary.

Except for Light, of course. This entire operation revolved around him, what he could manage with his mind and what he could give to them in exchange for answering to him.

"Well...yeah, but...oh...oh, alrigh', alrigh', I'll do it then."

"Wonderful," Light replied, the word slipping off of his tongue fluidly, "And you, Meada-san."

"Er, yeah, yeah, of course." If that was the only punishment he got, he deemed himself lucky.

"That's settled then," the young leader said after nodding, leaning back against the lamp post that he had all but claimed as his own a moment later. "I trust ….that you won't make such a mistake again."

"Y...yeah, definitely."

"Especially going to your cousin, before me." That part truly annoyed Light to no end. "She isn't even an official member yet, and I will not have you compromising the sanctity of our group. Do you understand?"

Meada swallowed thickly once more, "Y—Yeah, I got it."

Light closed his eyes, his comment almost casual, and everything about the way he held himself giving off a loose, regal but not especially tense quality-but, even so, he forced ice into his tone, to let everyone know that the next time would not be considered an accident.

He could feel the snow again now that he was still enough to think about it.

"...Uh oh."

Light didn't open his eyes just yet. It was Meada's voice. If he was going to protest after Light had been so lenient on him, taking twenty thousand yenout of Light's pocket and walking away with probation and surveillance, he didn't care if Sayu bitched at him-

"Yagami-san..."

Light withheld a sigh and opened his eyes, focusing through the soft white flurry on three figures. From this distance it was clear, the hulking figure of Kanto was one, and on the other side was someone that was a bit smaller that Light couldn't quite make out. But what became clearer as they approached was that the one in the middle, tall and wiry, was being held by the two on either side and all but dragged along.

Caramel eyes narrowed at the sight as he watched them approach, dark hair was all he could make out from the stranger, and...Had yet another thing been compromised? Kanto knew enough to bring him someone that knew too much, but something like that had never happened before.

The snow shuffled under the captive's shoes, which Light could see were clad in tennis shoes, not even fully on his long feet. The sight was familiar, but it wasn't until he was right before Light, speaking, did he realize just who the man was.

"Yagami-kun's sycophants are not very polite."

Something in Light twitched visibly at the informality, but Kanto seemed to see it and promptly released the long arm in his , who Light had identified now that he was close enough to see his face, followed suit and dropped the man into three inches of snow. There was a thud and the squish of melting sludge beneath him.

"You know him, Yagami?" Kanto asked, looking down at the figure, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was talking 'bout you, y'know, and I mentioned your name— no big deal, but he'd been walking around for the last hour, and when he heard me say your name-"

"I asked him very nicely if he meant Yagami Light." Large, thin hands pressed flat to the snow and pushed himself up into a sitting position, patches of his clothes darker in places from the moisture of melted snow. He wore the same style of jeans and cotton shirt that Light remembered him wearing three months and six days prior, the only difference being the unattractive, puffy coat he wore. "To which he punched me. Like I said, Yagami-kun has poor taste in-"

"Psycho-pants?" Kanto rolled his eyes, and Light tried not to appear irritated with the older boy's lack of vocabulary.

"He fought back pretty well though," Gatsuo muttered, patting his cheek that was already beginning to bruise. "We figured we oughta bring him to you."

No one outside his gang on the street knew him by 'Yagami Light'. It had been Toki before, and now it was Yokuro.

"No, you were good to bring him to me," Light told them flippantly, gazing down at the man and into the dark eyes that were peering up at him in a drastic contrast to the snow that surrounded him. Somehow, this man had found out his name from nothing, and he couldn't imagine how he'd done it—Had Hanso pointed him in Light's direction somehow? Light had been positive that he wasn't a cop, but perhaps he was mistaken. The thought that he might have been mistaken made his stomach clench and twist inside him.

"Light-kun's eye has healed."

"Why are you talking to me like that?" Light responded, an edge to his voice as he met that gaze firmly, "And of course it has, it's been three months."

"Talking to Light-kun like what?" Dark eyes met his just as unrelentingly, a slight cock to the head as though to play innocent, but...Light knew that the man was perfectly aware of how abnormal his speech pattern was.

"This guy's a freak, Yagami, c'mon, let me beat the shit out of him-"

Light's eyes flashed at Kanto, annoyed. "Leave."

This was a stranger, for the love of God. It was horrible enough that Light had given him information under the false pretense that he would never see him again, but for him to realize that Light that was truly the leader of the group, and that they had no problem with violence, and thatthey met here at the school...

Dammit. They'd have to find another meeting place after this.

Though it had been a good decision for this man to be brought to him, it was also giving Light a headache thinking about all the things he would have to correct.

Today was not a good day.

Light's eyes snapped up to Kanto, "I said leave. All of you."

He let his eyes flicker to the group of boys still playing cards. "We won't be meeting tonight. Spread the word to the rest of them."

"Yag-" Kanto started, but Light held up a hand to cut him off. The largest boy was shooting a glance to the foreigner on the ground, who only seemed to be observing blandly. It was unnerving, those eyes, blank and wide and looking right through him like he could see every thought Light had ever had through the armor of his skull.

"Yeah, fine, alright," Kanto shoved his bulky hands in his pockets and yanked his head in the direction of the gate they had come through. "C'mon, you guys."

Light watched them groan and stand, collecting their cards, and out of the corner of his eye took in the tall, lanky figure standing as they others started to depart. Hopefully the man would think that the dozen boys that had been here today was the extent of his power, but...somehow those intelligent eyes demanded Light's concern. The brunette turned his eyes back in the direction of the older man, the breeze running like cold fingers through his hair as he regarded Ryuuzaki, or whoever the hell he was, with scrutiny. He didn't like this. He'd lost, as the man had predicted he would, because the cops couldn't even find him, he wasn't in their system, but somehow this man that had merely sat on a bench next to him at the right time had tracked him down and even managed to be brought to his meeting place. Of course, that was because Kanto hadn't known what else to do with him, not through any actual plan of Ryuuzaki's-

...No. That wasn't possible. He wouldn't have thought ahead that far. Light was being ridiculous.

Of course, Light had thought of it, but Light thought of a lot of things that seemed obvious that no one understood when he tried to explain it. He had learned to tell the difference between common thoughts and-well, his thoughts, and this man risking his life, getting beaten up, and dragged here in the snow was not something that a normal person would think of.

Light decided to break the silence.

"So," He started, feeling the urge to cross his arms over his chest, but resisting the defensive gesture. "You found me."

"I told Yagami-kun that I would, did I not?" Was the casual reply, as the man walked passed Light and perched in the doorway of the storage unit that was about a foot off the ground, peeling his drenched shoes from his feet.

He wasn't even wearing socks.

"It took you three months, though," Light replied in a tense voice as he turned around, following the man with his gaze, "That's not exactly impressive."

"Actually." The slob intoned, "It took me a little under three hours. You see, I was busy with something and I could not spare a moment. I apologize for not coming sooner. I found my schedule freeing up, at least in part, so I decided to see if I could locate you."

….Three hours?

He was lying, surely.

"It took me approximately two hours to be brought to your location, where we are now." Ryuuzaki explained before Light could doubt that as well. "Even so, I am shocked with how hidden Yagami-kun is within the system. How, exactly, did you manage that? Not just once, but twice?"

So he knew about Light's other alias as well.

"I have connections." Light shot back at him his gloved fingers twitching at his side as though doing their best not to curl into fists. "That's all you're getting out of me."

"I figured as much. I image Yagami-kun has many connections. He can be very manipulative, when he wants to be."

Light allowed a crinkle to form on his brow, "I prefer the term charming."

"I don't doubt that, Yagami-kun," Ryuuzaki nodded, pulling his knees up to his chest when his shoes had been set behind him, further under the roof of the storage shelter, on a dry patch of metal. His bare feet were perched on what had to be freezing steel.

He could feel the headache that had been coming on before, emerge once more in the sensation of throbbing behind his eyes, "Stop referring to me so informally."

"Why?" Was the childish response.

"Because I don't know you, and I don't want to know you." That was partially a lie. If this man could find him so easily, if that was the truth...he might just be someone to have on his side. Light was constantly building his contacts, and with the new steps that Sayu was taking, it might be good to have someone that could possible dig up dirt on someone else in another industry.

He wasn't about to let the strange man know of that interest just yet.

"Yagami-kun has wounded me. I heard the one that punched me call him 'Yagami', which is much more crass that my endearment."

Light stared. Endearment. The man was obviously a foreigner, and so perhaps he had gotten the word confused with something less...cheesy.

"He calls me that because I am his boss and because he is an idiots that doesn't understand pleasantries. You, however, are a stranger, an intelligent one at that." The young man admitted, "I assure you, no one uses 'kun' with me. I find no reason that you should, especially considering I am not fond of you, something that such an honorary clearly indicates."

That was a lie. Kanto (mistakingly) felt as though Light was a brother to him as the longest standing member of Light's gang, and Light allowed him to believe it. His loyalty was important, and Light had no problem allowing the older boy to believe they were close if it kept him by Light's side.

"Yagami-kun already admits to hold me to higher standards than the rest. I am flattered." Ryuuzaki did not look flattered. In fact, his face was as cold and hard as the steel he sat on. "But also disheartened. I am quite fond of Yagami-kun."

He looked just as disheartened as he had flattered.

"You obviously don't know me very well."

"Perhaps not," The older man assented, his wriggling toes catching Light's eye, "But I feel that I know Yagami-kun better than anyone else. Especially his sycophants. "

"Do you?" Light scoffed, the amused glint in his eye bordering on anger. It was bitter, because of course this man didn't know him. No one knew him. Light wasn't even sure, after all this time, that he knew himself anymore. That was what he'd done to himself, changed, lied, twisted himself until he was a mere shadow of who his father had begun to raise him to be. Light chose to forget those memories, as they were long ago, and...they didn't apply to him. Not anymore.

"I know that Yagami-kun's vocabulary and general articulation has increased exponentially since his gang departed."

His eyes narrowed once more at the crouched figure and a steady curl of tension made a home in Light's shoulders.

"I also know that it has made Yagami-kun uncomfortable for me to state such an observation." Those eyes were going to strangle him. Never had Light met another gaze head on in such a way and been even halfway convinced to look away.

Who was this man?

"I know that Yagami-kun's intelligence is currently unmeasured due to his reluctance to be open with it."

Light's stomach didn't know what to think about these words. It seemed to shoot up into his throat and sink somewhere beneath the layer of snow on the ground, the chill in the air suddenly even more prominent. He was beginning to see the dots of white that clung to his bangs, collecting there and dampening his hair.

"I also know that Yagami-kun will enjoy not having to dumb himself down around me." The smooth baritone echoed in his ears as he met those eyes, "Should he choose to humor me."

This was ludicrous.

This man was lying. Lying. And if he wasn't, he should have no interest in Light. He was a criminal, and this man had practically told him on that bench in the precinct that he didn't approve.

But Goddammit if he didn't want him to be right.

Whoever he was...he could be an ally. A brilliant ally, someone that could keep up with his plans, not a follower that just happened to be good at taking orders. Light would have to gain Ryuuzaki's trust, or at least his debt, and he could be useful. He'd never gotten anyone genuinely confident and skillful on his side before and he loathed to pass up the opportunity.

Ryuuzaki was obviously interested in Light for something, and Light could use that interest to befriend him. Or pretend to, anyway, to find out what made this enigma tick, what he valued, find out what he wanted or needed –and use it. Light was good at that. Pretending, charming...

...Humoring.

Without another word, he sat beside the stranger and watched as a fresh blanket of snow fell on the rotting city before him.

A/N: Alright, peeps, yet another chapter! I would like to thank both Pezlie and Rein Mikazuki for beta'ing this chapter! You're both great and I love talking to you both (as well as having people to point to when reviewers tell me about a mistake. It was them! I kid, I kid. XP)

ALSO! I am shamelessly promoting a good friend of mine, who has begun a faaabulous BxLight story titled 'Butterfly Caught'. So if you're looking for something to read, I suggest you mosey on over to my favorites and click on that bad boy.

Thank you all so much for your reviews. I'm so glad that people are still reading my stories. Please tell me what you thought of this chapter, and I will do my best to give you a speedy update!

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