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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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Chapter List
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Hey, everybody! Who's ready for their daily dose of the Rainbow? I know I am!
I got to work on this immediately after the last chapter was posted because when I have a stroke of inspiration I run with it damn it! If I didn't, stuff would never get done. I start school part time on August 28th, so yeah… It sucks, but Life's gotta be lived… Grr… So I'm doing my damnedest to make sure there's enough posted before I'm bombarded with other assignments. I'll be kinda mad and hurt if people aren't appreciative of the effort. As hard as it may be to believe with me pumping this out as fast as I have been and all the stuff I deal with outside of FF I am human peoples. A mere mortal! I mean I've typed like, over 40,000 words on here as a hobby and this has been up for what? A week and a half? Two weeks?
Near and Mello have half the chapter. More of L's past at Whammy's. Hope my lame excuse is enough. It serves its minor role just fine. You won't hear much about it again unless you ask.
IMPORTANT INFO: I know people are gonna be like "But wait, Rainbow-chan, you said in the last chapter that they (Lawliet and Nathan) were pronounced legally dead and stuff! HOW would they prove their still the living heirs?!" And to this I say D. N. A! The false death certificates were just to (hopefully) keep BB off their trail but alas… Things always go awry with him, don't they? Honestly, stretch your suspension of disbelief peoples. (Shinigami for not-god's sake!) I'm a fan fiction writer, not a legal genius. I've read stuff that makes less sense, and so have you. I tried to cover my plot holes. I really did. I consider the one here to be one of two in Raising Hell and god damn it, it's minor. The other was fixed before someone brought it up. Yay me!
Disclaimer: I refer you to chapters 1-5. 'Nough said.
Raising Hell - Chapter Six
The melancholy of everything that I've learned, heard, seen and ultimately dealt with in the past week has yet to loosen its grip on my life. As I listen to Ide-sensei ramble on about some socio-economical concept I have long since understood, my thoughts travel to Mello and how to approach him. 'I can't very well ask him, be it subtly or outright; nii-san already made it clear that he is likely to respond negatively to those types of advances... Should I just spring it on him and kiss him? Surely even someone as dense as Mello would understand the implications of such an action?'
I subtly shake my head back and forth. 'Of course he would; he's a fifteen year old freshman. Not even Mello is that stupid and moronic.' I decide to make my move at lunch. It is best to put him under surveillance as soon as possible; then I can find out what his 'okaa-san' is hiding. This... plan is nothing more than the means to an end; I will get the information I want.
As the bell rings I gather up my things and make my way to the freshman lunch hall. A few passing underclassmen blush and whisper as I pass them; this gets me to thinking: what will this action do to my school image? I know I had it as something I never allowed to be jeopardized, but in 'pursuing' Mello there are sure to be negative consequences...
Regardless, I continue forward. I won't back out of this now; besides, there aren't many alternatives at my immediate disposal—nii-san had warned that I may not like the aftermath, yet I accepted this course of action.
Unfortunately, I run into my biggest fan girl, Takiyama Kimiko. After all the trouble her words caused me in group a week ago, she is the last person I want to see right now. Her sleek shoulder-length black hair is pulled into a sloppy up-do today, probably in a sad attempt to play up the 'messy yet sexy' look. Honestly, I don't know how many guys in school have had a piece of her or what diseases she might have. I shiver internally, even more so now because of my recently established sexuality. Kitsuhime Yoko shows up behind her, her waist-length blonde hair in a loose ponytail that falls over her right shoulder. He green eyes sparkle as she smiles shyly in greeting.
"Oh! Ryuuzaki-senpai!" Kimiko calls out. Why is her voice so shrill? It's dreadful; does she honestly think it's cute or attractive? Someone should tell her that screaming like a grade-schooler is neither cute nor seductive. "Where are you going? Do you want to eat lunch with us?" She attempts to grab my arm, but I hastily pull away; she looks momentarily disappointed, but recovers quickly, much to my dismay. "We've been looking all over for you! ...Wait, what are you doing in the freshman wing?" Her stormy blue-gray eyes look to me in question.
"...I have things to attend to," I say simply. I have no need to further explain to Kimiko of all people. At least Yoko is courteous enough to not question me further. If I were to ever date a girl, it would most likely be someone like Yoko. "...Ja ne, Kimiko-san, Yoko-chan." Kimiko looks rather miffed as I enter the courtyard. She gives Yoko a rather harsh and somewhat betrayed look, most likely caused by my use of a more familiar honorific with Yoko. I hear her rant off to Yoko about back-stabbing her along with questions of when we became so close, and I admit to feeling some guilt towards using her to get under Kimiko's skin—she really is a nice girl. Though once I implement my plans, girls like Kimiko will be off my back for good—a rather pleasant albeit unexpected benefit.
I see Mello in the court yard taking out his bento and readying his chop sticks; apparently he has yet to notice me. Looking over his body, I take in his chosen attire for the day: the typical tight, black leather pants held up by his favored studded black belt, leather fingerless gloves, a tight, form-fitting black t-shirt and white skull design with a red hoodie and a sliver rosary along with his dog collar-style choker. I find myself wondering briefly what the story is behind that choker—he's worn it for as long as I can remember.
As I look over and finish taking inventory of his clothing, I inevitably notice his body—the primary reason I began to avoid Mello. His build isn't too muscular, just toned enough, like a swimmer. His face is effeminate and beautiful, despite the burn scar, and I can't help noticing how soft his hair looks. 'It's so shiny... I wonder what products he uses... He must take really good care of it...' Of course I noticed none of these things until L-niisan made his... suggestion. Swallowing audibly and calming my nerves, I approach him; it's now or never.

I see fucking Near across the court yard and only have one thought: What the fuck?! Why is that fucker in the freshman lunch hall?! Isn't he a junior?! We've been avoiding the shit out of each other for the past fucking week, so why is he coming to me now?!
'Okaa-san, what the hell is he doing here?! What the fuck should I do?! I gotta get the hell outta here,' I think frantically. He has me panicking like a fucking school girl! I'm not gonna tolerate this shit! Not from him!
"Calm down, Mello dear," okaa-san says, her voice soothing. I can tell she really is on my side. "If you panic you can't think rationally... Maybe he just wants to discuss the distance between you as of late...?" Yeah, no. Like he would ever come to me about some rational bullshit. Has okaa-san lost it?
'No offense, okaa-san, but that is such a load of shit—' I begin to retort, but then I realize that Near's right in front of me. God damn it! I should have been using that time I was arguing to fucking run!
"...Mello, I need to speak with you," he begins. That dumbass! He did not have to come in here and make a fucking scene just to– "...Privately." –oh. …Well, shit.
"...Fine, asshole," I say, anxious to get away from all the prodding stares asking why the fuck the fucking amazing and perfect Ryuuzaki-senpai is requesting an audience with me—the fucking social outcast. "But next time, don't make a fucking scene." I stand; guess I have no choice but to go with him now.
"Hn," he replies. We walk a ways to a bathroom in a currently empty part of the school, my nerves getting worse with every step. Am I really so anxious to go to my fucking death?! Or worse, his evil hands?! Once we go in, he locks the door behind us. I raise an expertly waxed brow in a perfect 'what the fuck' expression, but clearly he ignores it, only serving to piss me the hell off.
"Hey, asshole, what the fuck did you bring me here fo—" Before I can finish, his lips are on mine.

I know that otouto's plan was to be implemented today... I wonder how it's going. He has probably begun by now... There is an 83% chance otouto will be punched by the end of his encounter with Mello. 'Poor Near-kun... I wonder why he didn't call me to ask any further questions... But, then again... He knows more about Mello than I do... even as kids they were around each other all the time.'
I leave my room and head to the recreation room—lunch should be served soon. 'I wonder what cake they have for me today...?'
I see Light-kun come down the hall shortly after me; he looks haggard. I have never seen him this unkempt—even the staff take notice—and he wasn't present during breakfast this morning. I allow my eyes to widen marginally before moving to a table to eat my cheese cake. Taking up my plastic fork between my thumb and index finger, I move to bring a bite to my lips, stealing glances at Light-kun all the while.
I see him sit at another table as far away from me as possible; as I predicted, he is ignoring and avoiding me. I find myself... disappointed. I'm not quite sure why, though I have theories:
1) I was subconsciously expecting Light-kun to be more stable and/or independent of his hallucinations.
2) I won't have anything to entertain me as he is the only one on my level intellectually.
3) I won't be able to gather reference if he's not in his normal state and acting naturally.
Things are becoming... complex. I like the challenge, but this just means it will take more time to get Light-kun to join otouto's and my vision; as much as I enjoy playing with Light-kun I am timely as well.
Matsuda calls us in for our after lunch group session and strangely enough, I find myself looking forward to it—most likely because here Light-kun will be forced into interacting with me. I hope he will put up more of a fight than his appearance suggests.

I spent the morning in my room, thinking over how I was going to handle Ryuuzaki in group today; I even skipped breakfast. I know I look horrendous—another reason to stay cooped up in my room. Sighing, I head out to the recreation room and find Yuki has noticed the extreme difference in me today—if she hadn't I'd be appalled, as every other staff member has taken notice. She sends me a worried glance before speaking.
"Yagami-kun! How are y—? Oh my! You don't look so good... Are you feeling ill?" She asks, firing off a barrage of questions. I internally sigh; I don't have the patience to deal with her today. "Did they put you on a new medication...? I know those can have some nasty side-effects," She offers.
"...Yuki-san," I start, trying to reign in my growing frustration. If I lash out at her, things will only get worse. "...Please... just get my lunch... and an apple, too, if you please."
Her face shifts into dawning recognition. "O-oh! Of course, Yagami-kun! Here, just one moment," She says, gathering up portions of today's meal. After a few moments, she hands me my tray with a small smile. I feel her 'get well soon' vibes and attempt a grateful smile before sitting down at a table far away from Ryuuzaki—I know he's watching me, though the look in his eyes show... disappointment? ...I'm not sure. Ryuuzaki is so god damn confusing and I'm not in the mood to figure him out; besides, Sayu and otou-san are trusting me to avoid him and kill him when he leaves—I can't very well get attached. It's his fault I'm like this today.
After eating, Matsuda comes and herds us into the group room. I'm sure things are going to be hell—I'll be forced to confront and acknowledge Ryuuzaki now.
"Okay, everyone," Matsuda begins. He seriously needs to do something about that awful voice of his before I rip out his vocal cords with my bare hands... 'Wait... when the hell did I get so violent?' "Let's begin with some casual talk. How was everyone's night? I know the last group was a little...," he trails off, glancing to Ryuuzaki and I before finishing. "...Tense. U-um… Why don't we start with you, Ryuuzaki-kun?"
'Well, this is interesting. Normally Matsuda picks on me or someone else he's not intimidated by.' I turn to face Ryuuzaki, no longer avoiding his gaze as it rightfully settles on me—I may be avoiding him, but I know I'm the only one worthy of his attention.
"..." He remains silent for a moment before responding. "...Light-kun and I had an... interesting encounter," he says, clearly not wanting to divulge anything useful as per usual. God, he is so damn irritating!
"Oh, really? Light-kun," Matsuda turns to look at me expectantly. 'Dear God... No, Matsuda! NO! Don't you dare do this! If you're going to press anyone, stick to the person you started with, dammit! Why the hell are you shifting victims now?! Damn Ryuuzaki... probably planned this, the bastard.' "Care to explain? It's not like you and Ryuuzaki to be this distant... I've been feeling a weird vibe with you two. Oh! You know, group is the best place to resolve things like this!" He says cheerfully, as if he's actually helping. ...Ugh.
'How in the blue hell would you know what "isn't like us"? You don't know us! And I'm surprised you pick up on any vibes with how dense you are! You caused this tension! We wouldn't have anything to resolve if not for you, and I'm pretty damn content to ignore the shit out of it, thanks.' God damn, I hate Matsuda. I wonder if Ryuuzaki hates him as much as I do.
"Well, Matsuda-san, last session Ryuuzaki and I stated our views on forgiveness and faith," I start. "I had a bit of a... coming to terms, if you will. That is all."
"...But Light-kun," Ryuuzaki interjects, thumb to his lips, head tilted ever so slightly to the right. Obviously he's hell bent on getting something from me. "...If this is as Light-kun says why would he avoid me so fervently? Surely once he came to terms with his stance he would come to me? That is how things usually happen between others once an issue or dispute is resolved, is it not? Or is something holding Light-kun back?" Damn him! He's going to hint at my continued hallucinations now?! Doesn't he know they're the only ones keeping me sane?
"No, Ryuuzaki, nothing is holding me back," I bite out through gritted teeth. I make sure to direct my palpable hatred and warning towards him and him alone. Of course the bastard disregards them. Ever heard of thing called fucking boundaries?! 'Cause you seem to be crossing a lot of them, Ryuuzaki.
"...Is that so? I heard some rather... interesting things last night, Light-kun. As Light-kun was speaking I had to ask myself: was anyone else in the room with him? It was past curfew and against the rules. Or perhaps... Light-kun is still unwell and hearing voices?" That bastard! 'Why the hell is he doing this?! To get a rise out of me? What the hell does he gain by ruining my perfectly sculpted image?'
"Shut the hell up, Ryuuzaki," I hiss. I'm so not in the mood for his bullshit today. I can see the damn amusement in his normally soulless eyes. I hate him so much!
"...But Light-kun is my very first friend. I like him. I was merely concerned for my friend," Ryuuzaki says innocently. 'Yeah, innocent, my ass… Wait, did he just say friend?! Like hell he's my friend! Bastard!' I open my mouth to speak, but find my voice abandoned me, so instead I look like a goldfish. ...Great.
"Light-kun, is this true? If your hallucinations are still happening, I think we need to set up a private session with your psychiatrist and therapist," Matsuda says.
"Matsuda-san, I believe other people have things to say," I offer, desperate to get attention off me.
"Oh, yes. O-of course," Matsuda replies. "Takuma-kun, what about you? Any news of your sister lately? I heard she was put in the hospital and lately it's been rough on you…"
I am going to kill Ryuuzaki. He can chew on his damn thumb all he likes. That false contemplation, those soulless, penetrating eyes... The way he brings his damn thumb to his soft lips... That cute way he's pouting right now... It seems he was expecting something more... 'Wait, did I just think anything about Ryuuzaki was cute?! ...Damn, I really do need to see the therapist.'

Ah, things are working out like I planned; Light-kun really is rather predictable, just like otouto. When his image is threatened, he will defend it, thereby returning him to his natural state; I will be able to collect reference once again and he will be too focused on acting to notice, not that he has thus far.
I'm not sure what prompted me to claim Light-kun as a friend; he is more of a toy than anything, but I suppose it is more than I can say for my past subjects… Not that many are alive to speak of. I am still unsure myself of whether or not I meant that statement. I must admit, that kind of reaction was not something even I would have predicted. There was a 92% chance that he would have denied my claim and insulted me. The other 8% was the chance of him playing along for the sake of his image. Light-kun always has a witty retort, so his speechlessness was not anticipated. Interesting... Light-kun never ceases to surprise me.
I really have to wonder what it is about Light-kun that makes me crave him so. I have never gotten this kind of high when focusing on or studying any subject; I merely attributed this to him being my most interesting and by far strongest subject, yet... I don't completely believe it to be so... I believe I will contact Near and ask him to look into it for me—he should be able to after his group today...
In the meantime, I think back to my reasoning, foundation and driving force. I can never allow myself to get off track, lest things revert to the way they were in the past…
"Welcome to Whammy's, young masters," Quillish greets us kindly. "I trust that you are all settled in then?"
"...Yes," I reply. Near grabs onto my sleeve, trying to get away from the man. I am a bit surprised—this is probably the first I've seen him act close to his age.
"Very well then, sirs, allow me to explain why you were sent here as opposed to a run-of-the-mill orphanage. You see, we take in heirs, such as yourselves, and raise them to be able to take over their parents' companies so that said company is not taken over by outsiders or corrupted, as many try to do. People try to take over or use the heirs as ransom or some other such thing. Other times, legal issues can come into play, but we deal with such things as well. Basically, an orphanage to the wealthy. Politically, situations such as what happened to your parents can get out of hand if not for us. The balance of power in the government could be disrupted with the power each family heir here holds. Though you need not worry; we will teach you to handle your future responsibilities. I was asked to do this as a personal favor to your parents, as they were close friends of mine," the man explains.
"...Either way, why were we not sent with family? Our cousin Beyond Birthday is still alive, as are his parents," Near pointed out.
"Yes, but your parents were concerned with your cousin's behavior, and felt that you would be safer and more secure here than with him," Mr. Whammy answers.
"...Otouto, I think it is best if we leave things be," I say. I feel Near's grip on my sleeve tighten as he turns to face me, tears threatening to pour down.
"But, nii-san—"
"...Otouto," I cut him off. Never having been cut off before, Near falls silent. My voice sounds somber to my ears as I continue. "...It is the dying wish of our parents. ...Does Near wish to disobey their final request? Otou-sama and okaa-sama had our best interest at heart. I am sure they have a reason for keeping us from Beyond. Whammy-san, my otouto and I will be heading to our quarters now," I state. I make sure it is clear that it is not a request. I turn to leave without waiting for a reply, dragging Near by the arm to our room. I enter and close to the door behind us before facing him.
"...Near, we will follow their instruction, for now," I begin. Near looks at me wide-eyed, a look so similar to my own that I have to turn away. My eyes become glassy with retained tears as I speak. "... I... do not like the way our parents... died for each other... I do not understand... and..."
I feel Near's hand on my shoulder; just because I was older did not mean I was not as distressed as any other thirteen year old would be at the loss of their parents—I was doing my best to be strong for Near. I would have to play the brother and the parent now. I had no time to grieve; Near would come first—no doubt he is grieving. "...I understand L-niisan. I do not understand their actions either..."
"...Perhaps... it was... sacrifice?" I ask, unsure myself. I loathe being unsure.
"...Whatever it was, nii-san, feelings and emotions played a part. Their course of action wasn't logical... If they were only after father or mother... one of them could have survived..." Near says perceptively. His eyes look almost hollow and soulless as he says this. I wish I could take this all from otouto... we didn't deserve this.
"...This is true, Near," I respond. After some internal debate, I decide to voice my prior thoughts. Near and I only have each other now—no point in keeping secrets. "...Perhaps if we rid ourselves of such things, we can also rid ourselves of the pain?"
"...Yes, nii-san, but... I don't think anyone deserves this... pain... this suffering..." Near says solemnly.
"...I agree, otouto...," I begin. I decide to voice an insight. "...However, this is a part of being human... How are we to rid ourselves of this, let alone the world?"
Near twirls a lock of his fluffy white hair in thought. "I am... unsure, nii-san. ...What do you propose...?" he asks, looking to me expectantly. 'I suppose I should get used to this look; he'll be looking to me for a lot of answers from here on…'
"..." I am silent as I ponder over a solution. If emotions are a part of being human—and otouto and I obviously need time to figure out a way to change the nature of humanity itself—what would be the next best option? 'It would require otouto and I giving up morality, but...' "...The next best option to ridding humanity of feeling would be to manipulate them," I explain. "...If we can use them to understand how they work, we can control them. If we can predict every possible outcome and know how to deal with every path in a chain reaction, we can prevent certain outcomes, such as our own. And if, by chance, an undesirable outcome were to surface then we could implement the solution with the highest chance of success. Then, we will never have to deal with another heedless sacrifice, otouto, nor will the rest of the world."
"...Those outcomes would be near infinite nii-san," Near says. "...It would takes years, not to mention predispositions, environments, and mental states. There are many things to take into account…Humans are extremely varied in that regard..."
"...Yes, and Near-kun will leave it to his aniki," I say endearingly. ...At least it is endearing by my standards. "...It will take years, and we will begin here. It is important for otouto and I not to develop feelings ourselves, or else everything will backfire. Otouto will focus on his studies so that we can operate efficiently, while I will study the psyche through experimentation. It is the only way to understand anything. Near must be remorseless—if we must hurt humanity to ultimately save it, then so be it. Otou-sama and okaa-sama helped the community often anyway. ...Would we not be doing it a service as well?" I ask rhetorically. I give otouto a meaningful look before continuing. "...It is merely the means to an end. Never forget this... Near-kun."
Near's eyes widen as he takes in my words. He nods in understanding. "Of course... L-niisan."
Near and I then left and spent the next five years Whammy's Orphanage. We avoided unnecessary friendships, only making bonds that benefited us. Several suicides happened, but of course none were linked to otouto and I. Once I reached eighteen years of age, I went back and told the company workers that Near would inherit it and run it as he saw fit—I had too many experiments to conduct and it could not be done behind a screen. Until Near reached eighteen, our advisors would run things as they had been.
Once I was of age, we left Whammy's Orphanage. I began to experiment in Tokyo, and Near attended high school. I have learned many things, and Near is continuing to learn.
I finally understand the significance of the white, otouto. It is what we have lost, but others gain... are you okay with this...? It is far too late to back out now...
I really should contact Near-kun soon... I'm beginning to worry that he'll get a scar from Mello's attacks.

I must admit, I am pleasantly surprised that Mello has not attacked me yet; the more pressing issue is what does it mean? I suppose I'll have to ponder that later, as I focus on the kiss.
Initially, I was terrified. Even I am intimidated by Mello to an extent, though for some strange reason, Mello is exhibiting behavior akin to that of a caged animal. I don't really understand why he would feel this way.
When I had turned to lock the door he looked at me with another of his strange faces.
"Hey, asshole, what the fuck did you bring me here fo—" he begins to speak, but before he can finish, I press my lips to his. I am still for a moment, before slowly moving my lips against his; his lips are so much softer than I would have imagined. I feel his body tense, but I persist—I've come too far to back out.
Recalling what I researched and letting some of my instincts take over, I slip my tongue forward, running it against his lower lip, giving the pretense of asking for entrance. After I while when he does not respond, I disregard his wishes and force my tongue through, tasting him—of course he tastes of Godiva… or maybe Ghirardelli—and try to encourage him into responding; just because I am forceful does not mean I wish it to be unpleasant. Moments later, his tongue is engaged in mine, trying to wrestle dominance from me. I have to wonder if he is doing so out of defiance.
"Mmm..." Mello concedes after a few minutes, and I run my fingers through his blonde tresses—soft, just as I imagined. Suddenly, I grab a fistful and pull hard, earning a pleased moan. I use the opportunity to tilt my head and deepen the kiss, furthering the contact. I never would have imagined Mello would like to be dominated, as he is often an aggressor.
Mello's hands try to reach for me, to run his gloved fingers through my white locks, but I refuse him, grabbing his wrists and slamming them against the tile. I ignore his groan of pain. I won't give him any power; if I do, he'll likely run too far with it. If I want to have Mello under surveillance, he needs to be compliant and know his place, right alongside his 'okaa-san'. Once Mello submits, his 'okaa-san' will follow suit.
"Nnnn..." Mello moans into me, and I can't help but love the sensations it sends through me. I never knew something could feel this good. "Mmm..."
I break away from Mello's lips to look at him. His eyes are half-lidded, full of unspoken and unacknowledged desire, his lips are pink and slightly swollen from the force of this kiss, and his cheeks are dusted with a light flush, increasing the feeling I can now familiarly label as lust building in my lower abdomen. It is as I take in the scene that I take in the tile behind him and remember my settings.
"...You are mine, Mello," I state with absolute authority, leaving no room for argument. Once I say this, I head out to get my own lunch, leaving a stunned Mello in my wake.

"...You are mine, Mello." That's what the albino said to me. I can only watch, scared shitless and stunned into fucking silence as he leaves like he didn't just get through sucking face with his enemy, like he really did just have a talk with me. Talk my ASS!
"Okaa-san... what the fuck was that...?" I don't even register that I'm fucking talking out loud. Excuse me, but you didn't just get mouth-raped by your enemy who verbally labelled you as their fucking property! So excuse my fucking slip-up; I'm a little traumatized at the moment!
Okaa-san is silent—fucking fantastic. I don't even know what happened! My body reacted on its own, damn it! It betrayed me! I didn't want to kiss Near back! It's impossible! Besides, why the hell would he do this now?! This whole thing is off… What the FUCK is he planning?! I know that bastard's up to something, god damn it! That son of a bitch!
I can't stand this shit! When he stuck his tongue in my mouth... my body... I hate these back-stabbing hormones, dammit! No matter what I did, I couldn't stop it... I'm so fucking confused... He can't possibly be serious... He cares too much about other peoples' fucking opinions to do this shit to me! What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit, huh?! I can barely keep my fucking thoughts coherent...
Oh, fuck it. I'll do with this shit what I do to everything else I can't deal with; either beat the shit out of it, ignore the shit out of it, or drown it in chocolate. I think ignorance sounds nice. I don't bother walking back to lunch—totally lost my damn appetite.

I don't get Ryuuzaki at all. Why the hell did he claim to be my friend? I hate that son of a bitch! I have never—and I mean never—been stunned into silence before that moment. Never.
I try to think things through logically; what does he stand to gain from this? Not my trust—if anything it's more reason to suspect him and distance myself… Even though it is probably futile as I'll be forced to interact with him in group… The only thing that he got was a reaction… Is that what he's after? My responses?
I think it over; it is the only thing he's getting from any of our encounters, but I don't know why he would want such a thing outside of amusement. Thinking about him using me as a play thing really pisses me off! Geez, I'm not some toy! I'm on the same intellectual level as him, why would he look down on me, the bastard!
Wait... Maybe he interacts with me because we're equals...? It's the only way this makes sense. I know some people here do some sick things for entertainment, but perhaps Ryuuzaki is above the others? He is the only one I've ever taken as a serious threat... Perhaps if things were different, we may have been friends...
I head back to the recreation room and sit at a table close to the television to watch the afternoon news on the Kira case.
"In regards to the Kira case, the Japanese government is taking supporting Kira into consideration as the crime rate has continued to steadily decrease around the world. The nations in Interpol still have not reached a decision in regards to whether or not to support Kira's ambitions.
"In other news, the notorious leader of the Black Dragon gang, Himomochi Zakurai was found dead in his home after suffering from a heart attack. Once again, the victim was healthy and this is believed to be the work of Kira as opposed to a natural death. His latest crime was a murder of a young girl and her family after one of its members supposedly tried to get out of the gang. He was—"
"...Light-kun has been taking noticeable steps to avoid me whenever possible," Ryuuzaki rudely states. Can't he see I'm watching this? Rude, creepy, stalker-ish, socially retarded son of a bitch.
"...I have, Ryuuzaki. Why you so blatantly disregard them and talk to me anyway is beyond me," I say tartly. I am so not in the mood.
"...Collecting notes on who to kill? Or is Light-kun just surveying his work to fuel his massive ego?" My eye twitches at this, but I won't humor him, not today. "...Why does Kira do it I wonder...? If his goals are not independent, it is a bit... disappointing. I hope Kira breaks away from his chains soon," Ryuuzaki says before shuffling off to his room. Frankly, I'm not sure what the hell is up with him lately.
A couple of nights ago, I had figured out that he knew something of my activities as Kira from his underhanded hints, but I can't kill him anyway, since I don't know his full name. I don't think he'll say anything as he hasn't done so already, and even if he did, I'm confident I could get out of it. I'm sure he has an ulterior motive for keeping this between us, though. He must have known for quite some time... I guess I've been getting too lax... Knowing his observational skills, he probably picked it up in subtle physical giveaways. But then, how did he hear me last night...? Was I really that loud?
"...Ryuuzaki," I begin, unsure of why I opened my mouth in the first place; I'm pretty damn sure I was ignoring him. He stops, but doesn't turn around. "...I don't know what you stand to gain from our encounters, but you seem hell bent on getting something. It's also obvious you know a lot more than you let on. I'm the only one on your level, so why won't you be forward with me?"
Ryuuzaki turns at this point, biting his thumb again, not bothering to disguise his amusement this time. A slight smirk plays across his lips before schooling into his usual impassive look, the one he knows irritates me. "...What would be the fun in that, Light-kun?" he asks. I can safely say I'm appalled. Am I really just a game to this guy?!
"...I don't appreciate being condescended to, Ryuuzaki," I say, gritting my teeth.
"...Whoever said that, Light-kun?" he asks, obviously still messing around.
"You seem to make it your job to harass me, Ryuuzaki. I don't know how you benefit from this, but I won't tolerate it," I state, the challenge remaining undisguised.
"No, Light-kun. It is a hobby," He replies. Seeing my obvious incredulity and confusion, he sighs before explaining. "A job is something mandatory and generally unenjoyable. I enjoy my encounters with Light-kun. Also, I would hardly consider my actions towards him any form of 'harassment'." He then turns and shuffles back to his room.
"Tch, teme," I mumble, walking past the gossiping nurses and heading to my room. Closing the door behind me, I write down the names I collected in the Deathnote. I leave the apple on the bed side table for Ryuk before looking up at my white ceiling. Sayu soon shows up.
"Heeeeey, nii-san," she says. "Just making sure you've held up and ignored that Ryuuzaki-teme."
"Of course, Sayu-chan," I reply, quite happy that she seems like her old self, before she was saddled with the bitterness of her death. "I am waiting patiently for the moment he leaves so I can kill him for you."
"Yay! I'm sooo happy to hear that, Light! If you didn't tou-san and I would have left for good! You'd be all alone," She says, false pity in her voice. It would seem she still hurts, and really, how can I blame her?
I tell her of my accomplishments like I used to and she listens; this is one of the rare times she doesn't act with malice or hatred, not having one of her murderous mood swings. I miss the days like this. I drift off that night with relatively pleasant dreams. Little do I know of a raspy laugh, or Sayu's evilly glinting eyes.

Light-kun is really fascinating. He was quite blunt today, something I have not seen until now. I can feel Light-kun's psychological barriers slowly crumbling; it is almost time for me to implement a plan of my own. I wonder how Light-kun will react to such an advance. Will he push me away? Will he be stunned into silence? Or will the prolonged lack of physical contact cause him to give in immediately? No... That is not probable. His 'family' will most likely hold him back from that option, unless... I can trick him into believing he can use that as an advantage? An interesting test indeed...
Regardless, I find my thoughts drifting towards his most recent reaction. 'He didn't react to my reveal as I thought he would… Perhaps it is his mood? Or maybe he figured out I knew a while ago and decided I wasn't a threat? He seems secure in the knowledge I won't say anything since it won't benefit me—he would be correct in such an assumption.'
I feel my thoughts slowing down and can recognize my lack of sleep catching up to me. I lay my head on my thin, crisp pillow and drift off... Though the dream I had was a first, shocking me into remembering the base needs of my humanity, something I thought I had long forgotten and repressed into nothingness.
End Chapter Six
You are all in for some L/Light action next chapter. Though it is a dream sequence, L remembers he is human! Yay me!
Whelp, here it is. It is just over 6300 words, because I have minor writer's block. I can't get into character as of late... But this chapter has been edited and is now acceptable to me. Sorry it took a while.
I did say hi to my cat for those of you wondering.
I titled the Chapter "Ignoring the Shit out of Life" because it is not only something I like to do whenever possible, but the phrase was used often in this chapter and the characters seem hell bent on not talking to each other and solving their problems. (Except Near. Kudos on his initiative!) Silly, adorable Mello... he has the world's worst case of denial, but not for long~
There will be more forced interaction between L and Light in Matsuda's group next chapter because my muses seem hell bent on ignoring the shit out of each other (Mello too! Again, only Near seems to take the initiative…) but I am the God of this story and they will obey! It's what I love and hate about psych wards: I can force it in my story, but when you're there yourself you want to fake sickness (like I did) to ignore people. Sadly it only works for so long before they force you out regardless…
Well, enough rambling. I will try for more fluffiness later but now… no. Just… no. I can't. I also don't know how long writer's block will last, but please stick with me. I got my Ritalin re-prescribed, so a week or two, maybe?
Ja ne
Rainbow-chan :3
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