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Raising Hell	By : High_on_the_Rainbow Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey, peoples! It's the Rainbow after a storm!
My excuse for taking my time and being a human as of late? Life got in the way, dammit! I had to get braces put on, do paperwork for college, see my therapist, and console my extremely needy friend and tell him I wasn't ignoring him. And I have my four-year anniversary with my boyfriend coming up. My cat was walking all over my laptop while I was trying to type, and while I am pretty adept at ignoring her, she got to me today. ...Evil Miss Kitty... So yeah. Accept the reasoning... or not.
This is chapter five. Disclaimer still applies. I only had to write it four times, but I'm sick of it and now I will simply refer you all to chapter one.
Raising Hell – Chapter Five
I ran to my room, tears quickly preparing to overflow the boundaries of my lids. Unable to keep them at bay for much longer, I hurriedly shut my door, collapsing to the floor, and the tears finally stream down. I can feel my grasp on stability and sanity slowly slipping, and in a desperate attempt at getting Sayu and tou-san to come back, I call out, pleading desperately and begging that they listen—perhaps even offer me another chance.
"No," I whisper, the feeling of abandonment slowly crushing me. "Sayu... tou-san... please, don't go... I'm so sorry... I'll listen... I'll do anything... Just don't leave me, please..."
There is nothing I won't do at this point; I just want another chance, for me to be able to prove to them that I do love them and that I will avenge them. I won't let the evil in the world run rampant. Slowly, the transparent images of Sayu and tou-san shimmer before me, faces disbelieving and angry, but that doesn't matter right now; the fact that they came back means they're willing to hear me out. I smile, despite my tears.
"You... you came back...," I whisper, voice full of hope and disbelief. I shakily stand, tentatively reaching my hand out to reach them. I know they aren't solid, but I need the reassurance of their presence. "Please, don't leave me... I-I need you... I will kill him later, as soon as I can, I promise... But, I can't do it now; if I get caught as Kira, I won't be able to avenge you, b-but I won't let you down... I won't. I promise," I say, voice adamant. Sayu and tou-san turn to each other, a look passing between them; I know they are debating the worth of my words, but it doesn't bother me. I can only hope they'll let me prove myself to them.
"...Nii-san," Sayu begins, sounding somewhat somber. Her tone surprises me, but I don't show it. "...I don't know what to believe anymore. You killed me. How can I trust you...? For all tou-san and I know, you're just saying that. If you want to prove it to us, stay away from Ryuuzaki, you understand?" she says. The words 'away' and 'Ryuuzaki' are spat with contempt. I nod in understanding.
"Light," tou-san begins, his voice full of warning. "We need you to be more focused on your priorities and killing criminals, not toying with this Ryuuzaki character, got it? You are trying our patience. If you betray us again, we will leave, and nothing you do or say will bring us back, you understand?!"
"Yes, tou-san," I say. I'm still shocked that they're giving me another chance at all; I had never heard them be as vicious as they were during group and dinner. "I love you, tou-san, Sayu-chan. You won't regret this." They nod and their forms fade.
Feeling much better, I flop down of my bed and gaze at the ceiling. 'Actually, now that I think about it, Ryuk hasn't been around much... I wonder what he's been up to...'

Things have been moving too slowly on Light's end of things, so I've had to pick up his slack—even if he doesn't know about that slack. He's not supposed to know about my plans after all, hyuk hyuk.
I haven't been around the ward with Light for the past week, only coming back to get my apples. Frankly, I'm surprised he doesn't suspect something aside from my usual boredom. Things around the ward are getting interesting, though, I will credit him that.
That Ryuuzaki human is so interesting. He knows that Light is Kira, but he hasn't said anything. He seems to want to play with Light for a bit; I have no problem with that as long as he's not in the way of the plan.
Souls have been collecting in Hell quite nicely. My peers shouldn't be bothering me any time soon. It will still be some time before phase two is set in motion, and I still need to kill other humans to speed things up, but I guess I should be making my way back soon... I don't want to miss this Ryuuzaki human entertaining me...

Well this day has certainly been... entertaining, if nothing else. Light-kun's reaction to my words was far stronger than I had anticipated; I suppose I'll have to make a wider margin of error when dealing with him—he is quite unstable. It would seem threatening his hallucinations is out of the question for now; he will most likely avoid me. His voices don't seem to like me or what I said to him. If they perceive me to be a threat, I'll have to be slightly more defensive or underhanded, keeping my prodding from being obvious.
I finish my cake—today's was strawberry shortcake—and head to my own room, right next door to Light-kun's. One can bring personal effects to this place if they so choose, but I need no such thing. The room is exactly as it was when I first arrived a week ago, with plain white sheets, a thin pillow, a desk, and a dresser with my jeans and white shirts. As I continue to think over the day's events and what may have happened in Kira's past, my thoughts slowly travel to my own past a mere six years ago...
I am thirteen years old in familiar surroundings. I am at the Ryuuzaki estate, upstairs in my room. Ever since my cousin Beyond started exhibiting strange behavior around me about five years back, the servants have been taking extra care to keep me indoors. I know they want to shield me from him, but I'm not sure why; his actions don't really bother me.
Looking around, I see a tray of sweets on my bedside table. I realize I am in bed, curtains closed, and that there's a note from Nathan on my desk. I get up and go to read its contents:
"L-niisan,
Mello came by and challenged me to a race today. I don't know why he insists on these challenges when he will always lose, and has been for the past year now, but it's less work to indulge him. As a result, I will not be back until rather late, probably around 10 P.M. I have asked the servants to prepare an assortment of your favorites, along with your favorite tea. Take care.
Sincerely, your otouto, Near."
I allow the smallest of smiles to play across my lips at reading our nicknames for each other. He will always be 'near' me, and has always worried for me by keeping me close in his heart and mind, hence my name for him. I myself am unsure of where 'L-niisan' originated, but it has stuck, and I don't oppose his use of such a term.
Taking inventory of the assorted confectioneries on the platter, I take up a fork between my thumb and index finger, poking and prodding at a slice of gourmet cheese cake, eventually placing a forkful in my mouth. I look to the kettle of hot water and pour it into an expensive tea cup—of course it's from my favorite set—and wait for the tea to finish steeping before adding eleven sugar cubes from the neatly stacked pile; Near-kun really does know me well. As I enjoy these treats, I ponder what I should do today to keep myself entertained.
'Since Near-kun is away with Mello, I cannot talk to him or play chess, as none of the servants pose a challenge... And I can't go outside; the servants worry about Beyond too much. I think I'll go anyway, though... I haven't seen the lake in months...' I open a secret passage Near and I had discovered a while back and slip through, moving through ventilation and other places, winding up in the closet of the lobby. Waiting until no one is in sight, I exit out the front door, keeping to the shadows, and work my way to the lake.
Sitting under a willow tree and hiding myself from the view of the servants—as I know they will be looking for me soon—I take out a book on the study of the mind and begin to read, never noticing the presence of another, or the red eyes watching me with intent.
After several hours, I decide that I have worried my caretakers enough and head back inside. Once they supply me with dinner, which I don't eat, and more sweets, I am left to my chambers while okaa-sama and otou-sama punish the workers in whatever way they see fit. There is a 73% chance someone will be fired, but I don't feel remorseful; it's the fault of my parents for keeping me indoors without telling me why. Besides, the servants can be easily replaced. After a while, I drift off into a rare period of sleep...
Some hours later, I awake to the sound of gunshots and shattering glass. Alarmed, I break my composure and race to my parents' room, finding my only solace in the fact that Near is not yet home and it is only 9:30 P.M. Once I reach the end of the hall, I burst through the doors to my parents' bedroom suite only to find my mother fighting the assassin and my father digging around in the closet—I assume he's looking for a gun. At this moment Near comes through the door, though; I suppose he was home after all.
"Nii-san, what's going—" he stops mid-sentence, taking in the scene before him; I can see the moments his eyes go hollow with shock and fear. Turning to face him, I force my body to move towards him and shield him from the unknown attacker, moving to hide us in the corner behind the curtains.
Our view remains unobstructed as our mother is shot through the head, heart, and stomach, falling to the ground with a resounding thud. My father wasn't able to find the gun in time, and the man shoots him through the head and heart. Near and I cower in fear, trembling as the man approaches us, calm and steady, yet somehow pitying.
"...I don't want to kill you," he says, though his voice is distorted by a voice scrambler and his face hidden with a mask. "As long as you don't interfere, I won't have to hurt you. ...I'm sorry, but this is my job. Please... don't make me spill more unnecessary blood, especially that of children." He moves to take some items and papers from my parents' bedroom and study before leaving through the window, just as the EMTs arrive. I can't help but wonder... where was security all this time?
My parents are pronounced dead on site and otouto and I are quickly whisked away and secretly transported to England; apparently okaa-sama and otou-sama had a plan in the event of something like this—there was a 62% chance they would, given their efforts to keep me from our cousin Beyond and their status. There, an old man in his mid-seventies approaches us, head bowed.
"My name is Quillish Whammy. Your parents entrusted your care to me, young masters. Please, if you would follow me, I can show you to your quarters. Everything will be explained to you once you're settled in." I nod silently, taking Near's hand in mine and following the man to a large Victorian-style building. This was the last time I would ever see anyone or anything from my old life in the same light.
As I leave my thoughts I find my resolve strengthened. I can't allow this to happen again, not to anyone. I begin to plan for tomorrow's work; tonight, I stay awake with purpose.

After talking with Nii-san, my resolve has been fortified. I will implement my plan tomorrow. I can't help but wonder when I began to find Mello... attractive. I'm positive this is nothing more than lust; I abandoned emotions long ago. I find my mind wandering back to the first day we met...
Nii-san and I were allowed outside today—a rarity, especially since our parents made an effort to keep nii-san inside, though neither of us are sure why. Wandering around the garden, I feel someone collide into me, knocking me to the ground and scraping my knee on the stone walkway.
"Hey, watch where you're going," the stranger shouts. I look up to see a boy of around eight years old. His attire is something that catches me a little off guard; he's wearing tight leather pants, leather fingerless gloves, and a black vest with red embroidery, along with a silver cross necklace and what I presume to be a dog collar. ...Maybe it's a strange style of choker? His shoulder length blond hair frames his effeminate face, bringing out his cool blue eyes, which are eying me with distrust and anger at the moment, though why is beyond me.
"...Perhaps it is you who should watch where you are going," I calmly inform him. I figure that he should know he's trespassing before I have security throw him off the property, especially after damaging and dirtying my clothes. "...Are you a child of one of the servants? If not, I must inform you that you are trespassing onto the Ryuuzaki estate, and I will have security escort you off the property."
He sputters in shock, though I'm not sure at what. Suddenly, his face turns red with indignation. "Y-you think I'm a servant, you rich bastard?! I'm not a slave! And I'm visiting my cousin, Amane Misa, you bastard! What the fuck's with you anyway, you albino freak?!"
"...I must admit, I find your language most off putting. I am also displeased at you ruining my clothes," I state, obviously disregarding his insults about my skin and hair. I was born an albino, but there is no point in confirming his suspicions. It will only spur him into making more insults.
"Well, it's your own fault for wearing all white, freak," he spits with contempt. "Well, whatever. I just came over to deliver an invitation to my older cousin's party. It's to a... Ryuuzaki Lawliet...?" He asks, looking up at me. "Are you Lawliet?"
"...No, you are referring to my aniki," I tell him, anxious to get him off the property and back to the lake at the back of the garden to where nii-san is waiting. I hold out my hand, silently demanding that he hand over the invite. "...I will deliver it to him."
"I can do it myself, you weirdo," He says. He seems to think for a moment before speaking again. "I have a better idea! If I can get it to him in less than thirty minutes, I can visit again and challenge you all I like. If I lose, I'll never come back," He states more than proposes. Without waiting for my consent, he gets ready to run off, but then my aniki chose to appear; apparently I've spent too much time messing around with this guy.
"...What is taking otouto so long? I thought otouto was going to procure me some sweets," he says, before laying eyes on our unexpected—and in my mind, unwanted—guest. He looks him over quickly before asking a question. "...Oh? Who might you be? I was unaware of otouto having guests. There was only a 7% chance of this, as otouto does not like to socialize, resulting in a lack of friendships."
"I'm not this jerk's guest!" the boy shouts. "I'm here on behalf of my older cousin, Amane Misa. She's inviting you to her sweet sixteen. I'm supposed to give you the invite 'cause you can't get in without it," he explains. As he hands nii-san the invite, I find it rather rude that his attitude towards nii-san is so different from how he acts towards me. "By the way, my name's Keehl Mello Miheal, but I hate my first name, so call me Mello."
"...Very well, Mello-kun," he says, not bothering to introduce himself; clearly Mello already knows who he is. "...This is my otouto, Ryuuzaki Nathan, though he prefers to be called Near. As for myself... you may refer to me as L. I happened to overhear your bet, and I believe otouto now has a rival."
After sending a look to nii-san telling him that we will be discussing this later, I leave without another word.
I note that our first encounter was rather similar to the one we had a week ago in the hallway. He had recently moved back to Tokyo with his cousin, and began attending school here. I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't remembered me, but it turns out he remembered everything, even our "rivalry."
I decide not to think on it anymore; I'm worried about nii-san. Perhaps after group tomorrow I will visit him. I'll use the time to breach the subject of how to approach Mello—I'd like to do so in a way that won't get me punched.

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I'm not attracted to Near, I'm not. I couldn't be. There's no fucking way. It's impossible. Never gonna happen. Not ever. ...Nope.
After getting home from fucking detention, that fucking albino freak never left my thoughts. I hate it. After almost breaking down on the goddamn bus the last time I brought up a serious topic with okaa-san in fucking public, I decided I'd have to wait until I got home to breach my thoughts to her. Fucking fantastic.
"...I'm home," I say half-heartedly. Lately, I've been... depressed? I just can't bring myself to give a fuck. "Okaa-san, what's wrong with me...? I... feel like everything's fuckin' fallin' around me..."
"It would seem that something's troubling you. ...Is it Near, sweetie?" okaa-san asks, voice full of caring, understanding and... Worry? I can't place some of it.
"Yeah, it's that bastard," I confirm. "Lately, he's been on my mind all the fucking time, and I hate it. I'm not feeling like myself, and those fucking looks he's been giving me are really pissing me off!"
"...I think that maybe... you should talk to your personal counselor in group tomorrow, Mello," okaa-san suggests. I can't fuckin' believe this shit! Now okaa-san too?! That bastard! He's fucking ruining my life! "I know you don't like the prospect, but it would help to calm me and you, too... Besides, doesn't mother know best? I think it will help you... come to terms with what you're feeling," she explains.
"...I don't get it, okaa-san," I start. I don't want to worry and hurt okaa-san by not going, so I begrudgingly agree to talk seriously in group. "But, I'll go, if only to reassure you."

Now that I have the reassurance that my family hasn't abandoned me, I can think about tonight's earlier events much more clearly. 'Ryuuzaki said something about his family and his views on faith, but his reason provided the least information... Clever bastard.' I'm not sure about his background, but whatever happened set the precedent for his views as they are now. I know that he wanted to give me a little insight on the way he thinks, though it's clear he won't back down...
Rolling over, I stare at my wall. I don't know how Ryuuzaki can shake me so easily; acting the part is getting harder and harder... I don't want my resolve to falter so soon, so I remember exactly why I decided to take up the Deathnote and act as Kira; repressed memories had been slowly coming back to me ever since Ryuuzaki's arrival...
After hearing gunshots, I head downstairs slowly and cautiously. I make sure to stop by the kitchen and grab a knife before heading to the living room, peeking my head around the corner and meet the overpowering scent of blood.
Sayu is laying over the rapidly cooling body of my mother, Yagami Sachiko, tears cascading down her cheeks, eyes hollow with unfathomable grief and denial. Okaa-san's face is frozen in a permanent look of fear and desperation—desperation to save her family. I am torn from the sight by the sound of a struggle, and look up to see tou-san fighting the intruder. Upon seeing me he his focus shifts and in a desperate attempt to get to me, he tries to force the gun in the killer's hand upwards and away from Sayu and I.
"Light, take Sayu and ru—" Those were his last words, his dying testament as a 9mm bullet pierced his skull with a sickening crack, a sound that will forever be ingrained into my memory. Blood gushes from the exit wound in a shower of crimson... I will never forget the scent that hit me or the nausea I felt as his brain matter splatters onto the dinner table behind him, the same one we ate curry rice off of earlier that evening. His body hits the floor with a thud, almost as if he's given up and the fight was no longer worth it. I know he died instantly.
Sayu scrambles to get up, but regretfully, the killer reaches her before she can get away, grabbing her by her hair. "Ahh! Mom! Dad! Light! Help me!" she screams, desperately fighting the grip the killer has on her chestnut hair, now stained with blood.
"Oh, no you don't," the murderer says in a sing-song voice. His face is now completely clear; he has black hair, and terrifying red eyes. He looks down at Sayu, a murderous excitement radiating off him in near palpable waves. "I'm not letting any of you out of here alive. But if you want someone to blame," he pauses, giggling in a fit of insanity. "You can blame you bastard father when you see him in Hell. ...Buuuuut," he adds, bringing his finger to his lips in a way that is now frighteningly familiar. "You don't even know what he did to me, do you? Do you?!" He shouts, shaking Sayu violently.
"No," she whispers, desperately trying not to anger the killer. "I don't know..." I don't know what keeps me hidden, but I find myself wanting to hear what could possibly justify killing my entire family.
"Okay then," the man says excitedly. "I'll tell you. Let me ask you, girl, have you ever heard of the Ryuuzakis? It's a common last name, I know, but these Ryuuzakis are pretty famous. You should know who they are. ...Well, girl, have you?! Answer me, you little skank!" His grip on Sayu's hair tightens, but in a desperate effort to appease him, she nods.
'The Ryuuzakis? Is he referring to the famous political figures? They're extremely well known for helping the community and impossibly wealthy; how or why would we be involved with them? Besides, wasn't the whole family murdered?' I think frantically.
"Well, that's good. That makes this a lot simpler then," the killer says. Dragging Sayu across the floor to towards the kitchen, he begins. I make sure I carefully hide in the pantry. "Let me tell you a little story. It's about a boy named B; Now, pay attention cause I only say it once," He says in a sing-song voice. Terrified, Sayu nods, whimpering in pain, eyes screwed tightly shut and tears silently streaming down her cheeks. "B was a nice kid, but he was lonely, so very lonely. B's parents were rich, but because of the way B looked and acted, they never thought they would have a successor to their company. So they did the sensible thing; arranged a marriage. It was to a girl five years his senior, Amane Misa. She was such a shallow little whore…
"B wasn't all too happy with this, so he ran away to his secret place. It was near a relative's estate, the Ryuuzaki estate. B would run away here every day and one day B fell in love. He was smitten with a beautiful boy named L." In his excitement the killer grasps Sayu's hair tighter, jerking her head to the side; she cries out in pain, and angered, he slaps her across the face with a resounding smack, leaving a quickly swelling and reddening mark in its wake.
"Shut up you little bitch! Don't you know how RUDE it is to interrupt?! Damn, I was obviously right to kill these people; they can't even teach proper manners. What is the world coming to?" I seethe and almost went to say something, but hesitated. Something about this story stopped me in my tracks.
"Now then where was I? Oh yes, sweet little L… cute little Lawli-pop. He was a year older than B and B's cousin, but B loved him and he wasn't any less cute because of it. B came even more often just to lay eyes on L. L had hair blacker than a raven's wings and it looked just as feathery. His eyes were the color of the purest obsidian... B wanted to get closer to L so he started to dress like him, act like him, speak like him and even ate the same things... A true romantic...
"But, his family was always too close for B to get near him. They tried to separate the two for four years; incest is frowned upon, you know. All that changed, though, when this brat showed up and became a good pawn for B. His name was M. M loved B and B knew it. B was extra nice to M, and he even got him a collar and chocolate, his favorite treat for when he behaved. M willingly became B's slave, getting into the Ryuuzaki house when B couldn't get L outside and he sent messages to L for almost a year. Eventually, M got side-tracked with L's younger brother, N. Since his slave was so useless, B decided to do things himself.
"B decided that if L's parents kept him inside, he would dispose of them; simple, right? So B ordered their assassination and made it look like a political crime. B was extremely intelligent, you know. L would be forced out, and B thought he would run into his arms in grief since he would be sent to live with his only remaining family. But, as you know, this is a tragedy. I don't need to explain that, do I girl?"
"...No," Sayu answers in a barely audible whisper. I can see the tears cascading down her face, and her lower lip is split, red, swollen and bleeding from the slap earlier through the crack in the pantry door. I'm frozen to the spot, completely entranced by the murderer's story.
"Good. Now, I don't want you to run while I eat, okay? I'm sooo hungry. You wouldn't believe what murder does for your metabolism," the man says conversationally. He walks over to the drawer where our mother kept the special knives and takes out two turkey knifes, using them to stab Sayu through both of her hands and pin her to the wall across the room from me. Ignoring her screams of agony and the blood cascading down the walls, he saunters nonchalantly over to the cabinet. After digging around a bit, he gets out the homemade strawberry jam that our grandmother had made earlier that week and begins to it with his bare hands, which are still covered in blood.
"Now, here's where the story goes sour," He says, resuming where he left off effortlessly. "L became more reclusive and got further away from B. B thought that the assassin he hired killed them since they were reported to be killed and legally pronounced dead, but B found out he was put into a protection system and precious Lawli was lost to B for years. Not only that, but while B was busy looking for his lost love YOUR father was suspicious of the set up, so he tracked down and convicted B, keeping him from his precious Lawli-pop! M lost his way with no master to lead and guide him, and now you're going to die because your father got in the way. Okaaay?" The man grins maniacally and slowly trails his tongue up Sayu's cheek cleaning her of the blood staining her face. "Wasn't that such a sad story...? Judging by your tears, you must think so... I'm so happy you sympathize," he says, before he resumes licking up, tasting and ingesting the crimson liquid.
"Your blood is so sweet..." He approaches Sayu with a knife and slowly runs it along her face and down her neck, drawing out her life's essence. "L liked sweet things...," he says, his voice full of nostalgia and his eyes distant. He seems to silently consider something before he speaks again. "Maybe he'd honor your death by tasting your blood himself...? NO," he screams suddenly, eyes murderous and malicious. "I won't share Lawli! Not with a whore like you!"
I choose this point to come out of hiding, having finally gathered enough courage to take on this psycho. "Let her go, you bastard!"
He turns to face me, a grin spreading across his face like wildfire. His voice is condescending when he speaks. "Oh my, what's this? Another Yagami? I was wondering about you; you should have stayed in hiding—it MIGHT have saved your life..." He trails off before giggling maniacally. "Oh, I'm just kidding... hee hee... You're going to die, ha ha ha... Oh! But, I'll tell you what," he pauses, covering his lips in a not-so-inconspicuous attempt to keep from laughing again. "I'll keep a sample of your blood in a jar too, just like the rest of your family! I can show it to Lawli so he knows how many people had to die when he ran from destiny."
I race towards the man, trying to save Sayu with the knife I grabbed from the kitchen earlier, but the killer side-steps me, increasing my momentum by pushing me forward towards Sayu's half-dead form. I can't stop in time; Sayu is stabbed through the heart, her warm blood washing over my hands, rinsing away the last of my innocence. She looks up at me, eyes wide with shock and disbelief before she musters up the last of her strength to speak her dying words.
"Light... why...? What... did I... do... wrong?" Sayu coughs up blood; the smell overwhelms me as the light in her eyes slowly recedes. I cling desperately to the hope that she hasn't lost too much blood, that my only remaining family can be saved. I tear off my shirt and try to apply pressure to her wound, but she has been stabbed through her heart—I know she's going to die, but I'm going to deny it for as long as I can, damn it!
"No, Sayu, please... don't leave me... I didn't mean it... Please... don't die..." I plead desperately. I can't lose her... I can't. I need her and okaa-san and otou-san... There are so many things left unsaid. I don't even register the killer behind me, preparing to stab me, laughing and eating the last of my grandmother's homemade jam.
"Well, look what you did, brat. You killed your own sister... Huh... Even I'm not that sick," he says. I begin trembling in anger, my hatred growing exponentially. How dare he judge me! It's his fault she died; he shoved me into her! "Though, I must commend you. You've become even more heartless than me! At least I killed for a reason; I was all for my one true love, my precious little Lawli-pop."
The rest of what happens is a blur; I remember stabbing him, and each time the blade pierced his flesh, he laughed, spewing out more judgmental words. I didn't hear anything he said since everything was muted except the blood rushing in my ears, but I'm sure that's what they were. After a while he stops moving and I feel heavy, probably from the added weight of my blood-drenched clothes, and I black out. Although... Just before my senses completely dull, I could swear I hear I strange laughter in the air...
Sometime later, the police and EMTs arrive, and I'm taken away in an ambulance. Once I'm stable, I tell Aizawa, a family friend and member of the police force working under my father, everything that I heard. A few days later, the trial takes place, but I'm obviously found innocent—it was self-defense after all. The court orders that I seek psychiatric help to ease the trauma caused by the event, but after a month of getting worse, the doctors commit me to Tokyo's Insane Asylum. It was then that I realized I needed to act the part of 'improving patient' if I ever wanted to get out...
I was a patient at the Asylum for about a month before a package arrived. I know I didn't have any family left—though I did still see them as 'hallucinations' and I quickly learned to hide their visits from the staff—so I was curious as to who sent it. I had been slowly falling apart, and this gave me a little hope.
I open the manila folder and inside I find a black notebook labeled 'Deathnote.' Curious, I look at the inside cover and find something that changes everything:
"To my capable son, Light,
If this has been sent to you, then I have been killed. Ryuk will explain what to do. Finish my work, son.
Yagami Soichiro."
My hand shakes in disbelief; I finally had a sign, some way for them to forgive me, a chance at earning redemption! Behind me I hear laughter; it is vaguely familiar... I could have sworn I heard the same laughter before I blacked out two months ago...
Ryuk explained the rules of the Deathnote to me, and after he finishes, I turn to my family. They smile at me, and my father nods, silently encouraging me. It is all the motivation I need.
I leave my memories, my purpose clearer and my resolve stronger. I can't let Ryuuzaki get to me. I need to do this, lest the image of Sayu's face before her death haunt me for the rest of my life.

Meanwhile, Outside the Asylum...
At the police department, things are complete and utter chaos. The Kira case is getting nowhere, and to make things worse, this new psychological predator has appeared. A conference was assembled to discuss things further in regards to both cases.
"Honogami-san, you are in charge of this new case of the psychological predator. Please, update us on the details and status of your case."
A short and chubby man pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. His brow is covered in a thin line of sweat, an obvious sign that things aren't progressing too well. "Yes sir," he begins. "As far as my case is concerned, things are at a standstill. The latest victim, Mikami Teru, committed suicide three days ago and was found dead and decomposing in his home after hanging himself. We did find a note at the scene, and I shall relay the contents to you now:
'We have been abandoned. The God I know has forsaken me, my redemption and salvation lost. What is faith, really, but a farce for the weak? Can we face reality without this disguise? If these words are true and this is so, then I am weak, and do not deserve to live. No God would need followers so easily shaken. Open your eyes to the truth, and know that we can only seek our freedom in facts and in death.
Mikami Teru'
These were the last words he wrote," Honogami states, shuffling through other papers and files before continuing. "We did not relay this information to the public, but before he died he murdered all the other members of his cult in the same way. He carved the pentagram into the chests, backs and stomachs of each victim after strangling them to death. We believe that this references the five elements his religion practiced: air, water, earth, fire and spirit, though we are unsure of why he placed them as he did. It's something we are still looking into.
"Our main suspect has been admitted to Tokyo's Insane Asylum by recommendation from our hired psychologist, but the attacks have not ceased. We don't know how he is doing so, but his work is still carried out. He may have an accomplice or accomplices. Obviously, we can't arrest him, as we have no evidence, be it physical or circumstantial to tie him to any of the crimes...
"We have all of his calls monitored and have the staff alerting us to anything note-worthy, but so far, things aren't going anywhere. My team is working on a new strategy as we speak," he finishes. The other men look at each other, worried glances and hushed voices discussing this new information.
"Thank you, Honogami-san," the board man replies, silencing the others. "I assume there have been no new developments in the Kira case?" he asks to the room as a whole. The room's occupants nod their confirmation or make noises of agreement. The board man sighs in exasperation.
"Very well," he states, ready to leave for the night. "We will reconvene again in two weeks to see if any of you have ideas on what to do. You all know our own government is debating whether or not to support Kira... as much as it sickens me. I bid you good night, gentlemen."

"All right, guys, ten o'clock! Lights out everybody," a nurse shouts through the ward. I was already in my room, as were most of the other patients, so I don't know why they still shout like that; most of us were probably sleeping anyway.
As I lay trying to sleep, I remember from my earlier thoughts that the killer mentioned Ryuuzaki... I don't believe that this Ryuuzaki and the one he was speaking of are one in the same; Ryuuzaki is a common last name, after all. Still...
I try to ignore the niggling in my mind and drift off to sleep. 'Thank God Ryuk hasn't been around lately... No doubt he'd only make things worse...'
I find my last conscious thoughts drifting back to Sayu... and what I wouldn't give for the company of a sibling.

'Nii-san, why can't you understand?' After recalling memories that should have been long since buried, I can't help the direction that my mind has traveled. My thoughts go back to pondering how our goals are one in the same, but our methods are so different. Why does nii-san want to understand those feelings? When will we be able to rid the world of them? I wish he would follow me, walk along side me in my vision and put my methods into play... I don't deny that his methods have some benefits—like the Mello issue—but I still feel distanced from him...
Trying to get away from this negativity, I shower. Everything in my apartment is white, the same purity and flawlessness that Lawliet and I will blanket the world with; it is only a matter of time. I allow the warm water to wash over my pale frame, drenching the white tresses and soothing my inner turmoil; I'll have to figure out how merely bathing can accomplish such a thing.
I leave the bathroom and pull on a pair of white pajamas, preparing for bed and drying my hair. I even made sure my accessories and appliances are white. I often have people question my affinity for it. If I were to ever answer them, I would say I use it to remind my aniki and I of all that we can help the world to be, but that we ourselves can no longer become; our parents blood stained us, and carrying this burden, we move to keep other from the same fate.
I stack my dice for a while; it soothes me. After a while I crawl into bed and I let sleep overtake me—another dreamless sleep. The white abyss never leaves me, not even when I close my eyes.
End Chapter Five
Sorry, this chapter was not put out at inhuman speeds like the others. This was the exposition chapter. I've purposefully left some ends open to be filled in later, but hopefully this ties up and clears the dream-oriented confusion some people may have.
L and Light are coming to terms and conclusions, some of L's past is revealed this time around, and later on I will be explaining his time at Whammy's. Next chapter will be lighter; I was feeling "Meh" today. (YES "Meh" is an emotion in my book!) I will put more playful banter between L and Light in, and give Near and Mello—they are my children and writing them is very fun—some more time, but no more that 40% of the chapter.
Thanks to those who stick with me. I honestly wasn't planning on Light's massive flashback until later, but it is here, and I can work with this. Not gonna change it.
Strangely enough, my cat's name is Squeaks, because she has a squeaky meow, but I called her Miss Kitty and now no one calls her by her name. When someone does, I'm like "Who? ...Oh, you mean, Miss Kitty!" My friend thinks it's kinda sad, but she's my evil Miss Kitty and I love her. Hence the kitty face after my signature at the bottom of each chapter... :)
Ja ne
Rainbow-chan :3
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