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Desperate Times	By : Resting-Madness Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story its simply for fun. I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of the places mentioned in this pennyless work of fiction. I'm just having a good time and hoping you all like it too.

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"Sorry about that." Matt points to the detective's blackening left eye; though with the sleep deprivation, it wasn't exactly easy to tell it was bruised beyond the swell.
Taking the paper cup of coffee he's being handed, he then takes a seat in one of the dark blue leather-covered single chairs, that are set along the side of the wall in the interrogation room. The two were brought back to the police station to help with questioning the dolls that were brought in along with the buyers.
One of the cops went out and bought the pair some McDonald's from down the street; they're waiting around for anyone who might call them up to bat with questioning. So far, only booking is going on. John's left and right are being finger printed, mug shots are being taken, rights are being read over; cries for the 'one phone call' can be heard clean up and down the Chicago P.D's halls as these sickos cry for lawyers, or wives, or other business associates.
The place is in an auditory uproar, that probably won't die down for a few hours, maybe even days if these men continue to bitch and moan about their innocence. It's pretty funny how some of them are ready to rat one another out for their own walking papers. Hopefully, one of the rats has got the name of the jackass who's taken Near.
"Oh, so you knew who you were hitting?" L responds, with a quick smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when the coffee mug tips over to be drunk from. "I suppose I deserve it after what I'd said."
He takes another sip before crossing the room for a few more packets of sugar that are in a brown paper cup, sitting beside a coffee pot that's resting on top of a long metal filing cabinet, that could double as a desk. The little blue papers are torn open one at a time and its contents are dumped over into the steaming cup of brown liquid.
"I don't know who keeps moving the creamers." He mutters to himself before drinking coffee that seems up to par now, judging by his pleased hum.
Mello looked at his lover, still in the dark about what happened outside. But whatever it was, it had caused his usually docile Matt to deck the detective when the brawls broke out. He absently touches his jaw, where this perv hooked him one before he could toss his ass into the wall, then drill his knee into his lower back. The blond found himself smirking at the memory of the man's outcry of "ouch" when he'd bent him backward over his thigh to slam his elbow down into his chest. Mello even saw that uptight prick Light getting some good blows in. Who knew!?
"I couldn't help it, I saw an opportunity and just..." Matt popped his right fist into his left hand.
"Like I'd said, I had it coming."
"Maybe a little... But honestly, it wasn't what you'd said, L. It was what I saw... that man in the bathroom was just pushing my buttons- when he wasn't even saying anything! But... in my head, he was taunting me about Piper." Matt sighs heavily. "Doesn't any of this get to you!?"
Large gaze to the ceiling, L seems to be thinking about that. When he lowers his head to look at the two, he shakes it back and forth. "It seems there are only two things in this world that get to me, and that's Light Yagami," He holds up a finger. "and the pair of EZ Feet in my bathtub, they're amazing." He takes a seat in a chair in front of them behind the large metal table. "If you ever get a home, they're not to be missed." He sipped his coffee with a smile on his face that looked like pure bliss like he was thinking about bathing with them right at this moment.
Eating from the box of fries from the big white bag, Mello asks very casually. "So what happens now? Do you think any of these guys will rat on the guy who's got Near?" He stuffs a pinch into his mouth, cocking his brow at the excessive amount of salt on them, but he continues eating them anyway.
"Not sure. They're a loyal bunch." He sips his coffee. "Then there are the ones willing to talk, but aren't that willing to condemn themselves in the process... Getting full confessions will really be a challenge, we'll be lucky for half."
"I could get them to confess." Matt gripes to himself.
"I'm sure you could... but most of them need only to get an offer to be kept out of the public eye from their wives and children, to wholly spill their guts. If that doesn't work, we're going to confiscate their PCs." Looking out of the large windows covered by slatted-open Venetian blinds, he flags a man over when spotting him walking by. "There isn't one in the bunch who doesn't have child pornography all over their computer, and the servers will be traced to the source of other computers that are hosting it."
"But how do you know that its..." Mello is cut off by himself, upon seeing L shaking his head.
"Mello, there is no such thing as legal child pornography. Those videos are being made and posted by someone, and that someone will be brought to justice as soon as we track the server."
L takes the light blue box of donuts from the man who'd just walked into the interrogation room. He's usually the one sent for the man's sweets when the detective doesn't get them himself, so he knew the 'flagging for' was an asking for something.
"Donut? I don't blame you for not eating, Matt." He sucks glaze from his fingertips. "I can't stand the taste of that bag of grease myself."
"It's not that... I'm just not hungry."
"Suit yourself." He chomps into the chocolate iced custard donut, happily savoring its sweet Boston cream-style taste as he dips his tongue into the creamy custard inside. "It's gonna take some time to go through everyone: the Johns, the dolls, the dolls in the hospital once they're ready for questioning... So there's no need for either of you to stick around if you don't want to." He removes a chocolate cake donut, sets it down onto a folded white napkin, then hands it to Mello since he knows the male seems to like chocolate- judging by the mocha he'd ordered the other day. "But it's not like I'm kicking you out or anything."
Funny. That's exactly what it sounded like to Mello. But that was fine, he wanted to leave anyway. Matt could use a relaxer, and he clearly doesn't have a cigarette on him... he'd be smoking it otherwise. Folding his dessert up in the napkin, he tucks it into the pocket on his hoodie.
"We'll be at the hotel if that's okay?" He stands; grabbing the bag of food he walks to the door with it in hand. "Come on, Matt."
Matt stood up with a worried look on his face. He's having his doubts about going back to the hotel... but he figured it'd be for the best. He wanted to stay to get it all over with and not have to wait around for 'The Call' round two edition when they could just wait around in the precinct. At least he can rest up, he's exhausted; though he's not hungry now, could use something to eat later.
"Good luck." He says to L.
The man waved a donut-in-the-hand "Goodbye" to the pair, and went back to his sugary meal.
Once they were out the double glass doors, Mello grabbed Matt by the shoulder. "Hey, what happened back there? Some guy did something in the bathroom? Did he hurt you?"
"No... he was violating some little girl- dammit, Mel', she had red hair... just like mine. How could I not think of my little sister? I got mad and beat the crap out of him, and wanted to leave."
"L wouldn't let you?"
"Not exactly." He's tapping his thumbs against the side's of his thighs; a gamer's twitch. "He told me that going back inside, I could redeem myself with Piper... I couldn't let her down twice. But it still hurt."
Giving his lover's shoulder a rub, he wraps that arm around his shoulders. "Let's go back to that hotel and get a massage or something. Get our money's worth out of it before we're street bound again."
"Okay." He smiled at the idea of being THAT wealthy.
He's never had a massage from a professional before, he wondered if you could sleep through it? Do you tip them? Can you tip someone with a credit card? Seemed unlikely. He scoffed at those thoughts; used to be who'd be up for getting dinner money? Now he's weighing tipping a masseuse.
God with the way things are now, their lifestyle seems nauseating, even for his alter ego. It would seem that even Matt isn't made of stone anymore; because after being in that room of video feeds, seeing what he saw... the idea of another John touching him ever again, has got his skin crawling like fleeing baby spiders that have just hatched from Mial's soul.
"Matt, let's go." He waves to him from where he's standing off in the distance.
Matt looked at his lover, and for the first time in a very long time... he felt like walking in front of a bus. Not because of Mello, he'd be the reason not to. But because he's afraid for his future. This was once a life he'd been content with, and now... its dark and terrifying to him. What if they don't find Near? There'd be nothing for them to do but return to the way they've always lived since their lives have fallen apart back in the beginning of all this. But now that a life- this life, HIS life! ...just got his other best friend abducted, and possibly murdered. And the countdown would begin for whenever the day would come when he, or Mello, would be next.
He rubbed his arms like Fall skipped out on the year, and Winter was the one touching him... or maybe it's the cold caress of a wanton scape-goat... death.
You're wondering what happened on my end after the break-in, aren't you? I'll start by telling you that had I not hid behind the bags when I'd walked in, and had Matt or Mello looked over their shoulder before fleeing the house, they would have seen me just as I had seen them.
But the thing about that is I had no clue who they were. I saw the two of them at a profile shot, just as they were leaving Gevanni's office, and panicked as any normal human being would when their home has been invaded. I ran up the stairs and into Gevanni's bedroom, locking the door after me; through the bedroom window, I saw them leaving from the backyard while I called his cell.
It's weird, right? I called him instead of the police, but honestly, after how he defended me from Mikami... I felt safe with him. And part of me worried about what the police might do when they started questioning who I was, and they found out about my means of employment. Gevanni would get arrested, and I would be back on the streets amongst whomever- though I know now it was no one at all- was trying to hurt me.
And you wanna know the worst part... had I been brave enough to go downstairs before Gevanni showed up, I would have noticed that his computer was left on. I might have come across those old files of me on them, and I would have seen the man for who he really was, and have gotten out of there before anything more happened to me. Having no real memory of my life before waking up after that fall, I don't know what would have happened to me back on the streets.
But I do know... Fate's such a cruel bitch.
"Near, it's me! Open the door!" Gevanni called through his bedroom door.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, someone had broken into his house! At first, he'd suspected Mikami; after what he'd done to him, he wouldn't be surprised if he'd decided to retaliate by having Near or himself beaten up. But knowing that his best friend is aware of his work schedule unless he tells him otherwise, he'd of sent the thugs to his office. But that doesn't mean Mikami couldn't have just hired someone to get to him through Near.
The bedroom door swung open, and Near stood before his employer, meeting his gaze with his own. He wants to hug him, and be held by him... but he also doesn't. Not when he's still mad at him for remaining friends with that pervert Mikami.
He was beyond pleased when Gevanni showed him the pictures of his battered friend; despite thinking it were a little sick that he took them at all, but it was nice to see proof of how much Gevanni cared, and the lengths he'd gone through- even against his best friend- to show he was sorry that he'd been raped.
But Near's bitterness towards him stems from Gevanni remaining friends with the male. How could he? Was beating him up considered some kind of 1-step forgiveness program? Because if that were the case Near should unleash on Gevanni, if the man ever thinks he's going to be sweet to him again without payback. He didn't even give Near a good enough explanation as to why he'd remained friends with Mikami!
Gevanni surely wouldn't tell him its because his best friend has so much shit on him, he'd be eating bread and water before he'd even opened the front door of his home, after their encounter. So, he warned Mikami to never do it again and told Near that they remain friends because of their history together. He's known Mikami since birth! And where it's true, it didn't bond them like raping McKenna Brown had.
They were 12 and she was 6, the two were out in the woods behind the girl's house where she'd seen them playing Cowboy's and Indians. They seemed to be having such a blast that she wanted to play too! McKenna had never met them before, but they seemed nice and even said that she could play. All three kids screamed and laughed and pretended they'd been captured in turns. But when it was McKenna's turn, instead of just screaming against a tree like the boys had, while the other two made arrow sounds and smacked their hands against their mouths for war cries, she'd been stripped and forced onto her hands and knees.
They were young, and they were arrested... It didn't scare them straight, though, no their hiatus was little more than a game of planning to be better, a sort of 'scared smart' moment if you will. Raping that girl was a rush, amazing even! And they agreed to being each others' backup when doing it again.
Changing their names as adults got them the coverage teenagers couldn't have. So when they were teens, they simply used fake names when talking to girls they didn't know... in case they were ratted on, they'd never be caught. And they stole condoms from their parents' stashes to prevent semen from giving them away. Their secret has made them into the men they are today.
But, that doesn't mean he can't pretend he's changed. "Near?" He moves into the room towards the male, but his advance is avoided by the male stepping back. Eyes narrowed, he asks. "How long are you planning on being mad at me... I beat him up for you- I defended you."
"It's not exactly convincing me with how sweet the gesture was when its spat at me." He brushes past him and out the door.
"Near... come on!" He reaches for him but misses his arm. Turning out of the room, he follows the manservant down the stairs. "I came home from work to make sure that you're ok... isn't that worth at least a cease-fire on me from the cold shoulders?"
Near seemed to be thinking that over. Maybe he should have just done like any normal person would have, and called the police?
"And you can't honestly say that you enjoy being mad at me? We don't do anything anymore, we don't go out... Why can't we just ignore him? I'll take his calls and nothing more... if he so much as mentions your name, I'll hang up."
"I have to start dinner."
"Forget it, let's go out!" He can't believe he's pleading with this little slut.
So much for thinking he'd be getting sex every time he nibbled the male's ear. His fault for thinking it would be better in the long run that Near forget those days, because if the kid really did take off he'd only look back on it and think that he was his older lover. As opposed to having him arrested for their real relationship. But... God, being cut off sucks! Near's not a woman, so what the fuck with this behavior?! He'd like to shove that tight little ass right over onto that island counter then fuck him raw, and all night.
'What's stopping me?' He thinks as he approaches the male's stilled form.
"And you'll only call Mikami... you won't see him?"
"Absolutely! Why would I need to see him anyway?" He let his angered twinge die away.
"Gevanni... I just need to know that you understand what really happened out there, because honestly, it seems like you don't."
Gevanni blinked at those words. What's Near driving at?
"He raped me Gevanni, we didn't have a friendly roll of sex like I'm some damned whore!"
'You are a whore you forgetful twit.'
"And it wasn't just me, he even drugged and raped Beyond." He pats the back of his left hand into his right to put emphasis on each word, then his own words hit him. "...Beyond?! I haven't even thought of him... I was so out of it. We have to call the police, at least to help him out."
"Beyond...? Near, Beyond is already gone."
Near's blood froze. "...What do you mean?"
"He quit." He lied easily.
Mikami called him earlier that day to tell him that he'd planned on selling Beyond. It was too risky having him around after what's happened. He slips his bindings too easily, and he'd undoubtedly grow a conscience and will sink them all. Beyond had already had the nerve to answer the phone the day the rape had happened. Who knew if the police would be called next someday.
"At least there's that... but... Gevanni, couldn't you hire Beyond? He can work here with me until we can afford our own places, or at least until he can afford his own place."
"I'd like to take him in Near..." And he thinks. 'Like you wouldn't believe. Despite his flaws, at least he knows when to spread it, and take it.'He goes on with his lie. "But I don't know where he is."
"What do you mean?"
"He's gone. Mikami didn't tell me where he was going, just that he was gone."
"He could be out on the streets... we can go look for him."
Gevanni shakes his head. "That won't work... Guys like Beyond, they don't last very long out there on their own. He's too used to people. He'll probably find another place of employment, and honestly, if he thought he'd be safe from Mikami tracking him down, he probably would have come here already."
Near's deep gray gaze hit the floor in thought.
"I'll look around for him... I will. But you can't risk it, not now when someone's already broken in here." He takes Near's hands.
"Will you really do that?"
"Definitely. ...Can we please stop fighting now?"
Near drew in a breath, then let it out in a quick huff. "Sure."
"Thank you." Holding the younger male by the cheeks, he kisses him on the forehead. "Wanna go get dinner now?"
"I don't really feel like going out, can we order in?"
"Sure. Grab a menu." He's more than relieved by this.
Walking out of the kitchen; while Near fishes through the junk drawer for a menu, he turns into his office where- over the phone- Near had told him the intruders left from. He notices, right away, that his computer is on. Hurrying over to it, he wonders what Near's seen? He clicks on the computer's history tracker and is relieved to see its empty. He didn't know what he'd do if he were found out. Should he run? Should he take one last score off the kid, and then throw his tight little ass into the river? There were too many thoughts swimming in his head right now as he shut off his computer.
'Why were they on my computer? Who the Hell were they? What did they want?' He runs his hands through his raven hair and looks at the doorway. "Near... did you find a menu?"
"Yeah, I ordered Thai." He walks into the room, noticing the curious look on his employer's face. "...That's right, they were in here when I saw them- did they steal anything?"
"No... nothing that I can notice right away. Just some things moved around." He holds his arms out to the male, pulling him over to sit in his lap.
He's really struggling to bite back the want. But it seems too soon to push for it. Normal couples would be at make-up sex by now, but Near is anyone but normal. At least he took the seat. God, he'd been right in the middle of convincing some crybaby to give him a blowjob because his parents were splitting; he'd just given the teen one to calm him down and he'd been unzipping when his phone rang with a panicked Near on the other end, saying someone broke into the house. He's too horny to be turned down right now! Maybe he needs to use a little 'Leg-spreader' to get what he wants.
"Near, what did these two men look like?"
"They were younger than the definition of a man but older than me." He replies. "One had longish blond hair, and the other short red hair."
"Did you maybe recognize them from when you lived on the streets?" He knew it was a dumb question, but he wanted to seem concerned.
"I would have no way of knowing that." Near shakes his head.
"Did they see you? Did they seem interested in harming you?"
"No. They actually seemed scared." He thinks back on the moment. "Maybe they got the wrong house, and realized it by the time I got back; they left pretty quickly."
"That," He stands after moving Near to do the same. "or they didn't find anything they wanted to steal." Smiling, he says. "I think I'm insulted."
Smirking back, Near says. "You should be... if I ever just left you, I'd have nothing in here I could pawn off for money."
"Ha ha..." He replies dryly. "I'll pay you tomorrow."
"Thank you." Hearing the bell, Near crosses the room. "Get something to drink ready, I'll get the food."
"Okay." Gevanni walked into the kitchen wondering how the kid could be so dumb.
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Near's tears, and cries for him to stop mixed in with- unintentional- cries of pleasure got Gevanni so hard, it was a wonder his appendage didn't explode into a mess of bloody pieces. He had to watch some of his old videos to properly get off right now. He's just gotten through with some of the most mundane sex he's ever had since that steady girlfriend when he was in college, Patricia Solis.
She always seemed like she was having a ball in the sack, nevermind his just laying there beneath her. There were a few nice times in between when he convinced her into some bondage play, but aside from that snooze-fest. He'd gone out with her because she had these nipple piercings, and he thought that she must be a good time. And boy was he wrong! She talked dirty, almost good enough to pass for a guy, but when she had sex... it was flatline, and frankly he wasn't into fucking a stiff- not back then anyway.
He groaned in heat when seeing a point during the video feed when he's plowing into his once captive Near, and the boy clearly blacked out and 20 seconds later he came to. God, Near was supposed to be the supreme play-thing: flexible, talented with every hole leading into his body. He's beautiful without even trying, not exactly boring to conversate with. On the few occasions that he's really spoken with the male, he found him to be adorably amusing with his stories of shows he's watched, or recipes he's learned, that he's ordered a couple CDs and learned the songs. He's never planning on singing them for Gevanni, but he liked to hear about it.
But Gevanni isn't in this thing for some damned relationship, he wants ownership- a living doll! And that's all. His sticky hand moves over to the pile of napkins sitting on the keyboard, he wipes his hand then clicks open another video to watch; the door is locked so there's no chance that snoozing Near will be catching himself on the big screen anytime tonight.
He jerked, fondled, and rubbed desperately at himself as one of his favorite videos cued up. That little white haired animal wriggling in fear over him, while he parted his legs at a degree of strained; this was the first time his whore showed any emotion outside of anger or passiveness... Near had cried.
Imagine Gevanni's delight as he's sitting there, Indian style on the dingy blood-soaked bedding, and he's listening to this cute little sobbing whimper when he's flipped Near over onto his stomach. His legs are held wide in spread eagle as Gevanni positions himself to move in, and holding the younger male by his scrawny, food-starved thighs, he shoves on in like a bullet train and pulled him continually over his member. Over and over, more rapidly then very slowly like his member were a cat stalking something just in front of it before it pounced forward on it.
And he couldn't ignore the tug of the shorter length chain bolted into the wall and the fact that with each time he pulled downward into him Near's wrists were cut into by the cuffs. Near's sobs turned into pants of pleasure when Gevanni changed position to sit on his legs, and having trapped the boy's member between his thighs seemed to get them both going.
But you think with all the fear he's instilled in the male he would just submit? No, not his Near- and God, he wanted him even more! Every lashed out scratch he took from the boy, bit of spit in his face, or even having the brat pee in his mouth just to keep him from giving him head! It was all working for him! And now... he's got muddy water for a love life.
Gevanni dabbled his thoughts into the video, adding Beyond in the mix. He'd be on the floor, guiding Near's head up and down over himself while he's cuffed by the throat in the corner before his little white lamb. He's always thought that Beyond was sexy, those bitter eyes with the cherry brown color, always casting you a less-than-sane glance and his silken black hair. Gevanni's seen pictures of the male, before and after the bruises... the pale of his skin accented the purpling or reddening just right.
Maybe he should track him down, and by him himself. But it's too risky. Beyond will talk... he's not as scared of a beating as the other dolls. He and Near will join up and leave, only after he's been put away. Hopefully, whoever has bought Beyond, will be the one to finally keep that mouth shut.
"I need a body..." He says to no one.
Turning off the video, he shuts down his computer then cleans himself up. Looks like it's time to go old-school for his needs.
...
"Mel'?"
"Hmmm?" Wondered the summoned.
They're both exhausted after the massage, it was Heaven. The masseuses' hands worked their way over the clients' bodies in the likes the pair could never do to each other. Theirs have actually made their aches worse, but under those hands, they had not a care in the world. Now that it's over, Matt's mind has gone back to wondering about their future.
"Do you think-... Mel', wake up." He rests his hand on the center of the male's back giving him a side to side rocking. "This is serious.."
"So is my nap." He muttered into the fluffy pillow. "If you're hungry, get room service. I don't mind." Yawning then, he adds. "Don't touch my donut, though."
Snickering, he says softly. "I don't want your donut, dummy." Caressing the blond strand down over the male's exposed profile, he sighs in his resign. "I'll just go out and get my own answers then."
And by that, he meant the answer to the question of wondering if he can go back to it all. Being paid for sex, being treated like shit 3 out of 10 times from a John with a sadistic streak he can't play with his wife or girlfriend. He isn't gonna delude himself that he can stay in this hotel forever, but he surely doesn't wanna live on the streets either. It's not so much the living situation, as it is the FOR-a-living situation that's got him so down. There may have been something to Near's fearful thinking, they could have all gone about together and found something. Hell, he'd even brought it up to them once, and they laughed. He feels so horrible and stupid now.
They long ago gave up, and Near's young ideas were just a sitcom to them. Fist balled, he punched the hallway wall in self-declaration that they will find Near, and when they do... he's really gonna make it up to the kid. Mello too!
Exiting the hotel, he staggers in his step when seeing the large-eyed detective passing right by him, holding what smells like fresh baked cookies and something much richer beyond a white and blue checkered bag.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asks falling into step with him.
"I'm not here, I'm passing by here. Brownie? It's chocolate peanut butter swirled and I convinced them to add some chocolate and caramel chips into it." He opens the bag, leaning it towards Matt.
Waving it away, he replies. "I'm more of a salty kind of guy, it matches better with my smoking habits."
"The great thing about desserts is, it doesn't need a helper to get it down." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a cigarette. "I still have my mini hookah pipe, if you haven't gotten your cigarette's yet."
"I prefer the real thing."
L shrugged and returned the electronic cigarette from where it came.
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"So something's obviously on your mind, what's up?" He asks in a palsy way when the two have made their way to the park, to sit on the fountain.
They stopped past a convenience store beforehand. L treated Matt to a pack of cigarettes, and a bag of Andy Capp's BBQ Fries, and Hot Fries. The blue bag was pulled open and a stick or three were pulled out and stuffed into Matt's mouth; he had yet to get dinner for himself, so he's starving right now, though it would seem not enough to take a sweet. Kissing his choco-Mello bars is enough of a sugar rush as it is, why would he indulge on his own?
"Mmm." He hummed after blowing out a puff of smoke. "That's what I needed."
"Oh..." Removing some fries from the opened blue bag, with the little man on the front with the over-sized schnozz and cap, he stuffs them into his mouth.
Taking in the barbecue flavor, he waves over Matt's cigarette and leans over to take a drag from it. Holding it in his mouth, he looks around thoughtfully at the city lights lit up night before he blows the steam from his nose.
"Very good." He nods to himself, leaning over he whispers to Matt. "But don't tell anyone I said that."
"Your secret's safe with me." Fingering the bag, lost in his own thoughts. "...Why do they do it? Do you know?"
L swallows his custom brownie in thought. "There are many answers, but the main one is usually sexual inadequacy from an inferiority complex... virgins and children, they have no idea how bad the person is because they've never had sexual encounters before." He dips his hand into the noisy crinkled bag to return his sweet. "These men can be as clumsy and disgusting as they are, but they won't be mocked for it as they would from an experienced adult."
"Hn. It just sounds like pillowy excuses. To me... they're soulless bastards."
"It's often people mistake having no soul when they really mean they have no compassion for the human life." He looks up at the blank sky. "Soulless is a drifting body with no up or down... no compassion is someone who does what these men and women do. People who'll stuff newborn's into empty tin cans because they don't want them, people who watch someone bang on their door for help but do nothing until the reason their help is needed has passed, and people who believe it's okay to pay for sex or steal it. All those people have no compassion for human life."
"And what about us... we're asking for their money... so what does that make us?"
L begins to eat again and doesn't speak until his bite has been thoroughly chewed and swallowed. "A soldier of survival. By any means necessary... what do you think you'd do if all the Johns were either arrested or stopped wanting sex? How would you make a means?"
"I've been wondering that since earlier."
"And your answer?"
"...We're screwed." He puts his cigarette out into the concrete fountain. "We have no skills, we have no home, we can't be hired... we're street smart, but educationally we're lacking somewhere important. We'd have nothing left to do but start up the trend of whoring for pay all over again."
"It's a vicious cycle." L agreed.
"Can you tell me what to do?"
He shakes his head. "I can give you things, but I can't tell you what to do."
Smiling through his teasing words. "Wanna hire a night with me? I'll make it worth the money?"
Smiling, L shakes his head. "I think I and Light would have a slight problem with that."
"So, you and the uptight guy are seeing each other?"
"Have been for two years," Standing, he looks down at the pensive red head. "Maybe you can call me once we're out of the honeymoon phase."
Laughing, he nods. "I'm glad you've got somebody... and that you have compassion."
"I don't know about that last part... maybe where it's needed I do, but, I like where your head is at, Mail." Humming for a brief moment, he looks back into the sky. "They're not all troubled, a lot of them are just assholes with no sense of right or wrong as they seek to get off by preferred means- more so because all the world tells them it's wrong... The lure of the forbidden. Those are the ones who desperately need the punishment because they've gone from having shame to just being someone who's a danger."
Nodding, he asks. "Are you going home?"
"Hospital. I'm going to interview the people who're ready to talk. A lot of them needed the drugs flushed from their system, others were so badly beaten they need medical care." Shrugging, he says very casually. "The usual days work. Goodnight."
Matt says nothing but watched after the detective for a moment. Turning his head, he sees a car flashing its lights near the bridge. Figuring its now or never with this thing, he walks over and leans into the window. It's dark inside of the car, the man's face is hidden beyond his startling beautiful green eyes.
"What do you want?" He asks.
"How much can I get for three hundred?" He asked in an awkward tone. Newbie.
'This shouldn't be so bad.'
Matt thinks. 'Maybe I am just being paranoid... the freak that took Near, he's problem one in twenty to come across.' He opens the door of the black Carolla and climbed inside. 'Our Johns are all good guys, fucked up maybe, but ultimately good guys.'
...
Matt scrubbed, he scrubbed hard, and he scrubbed well. That... did not go how he'd expected it to. The man was into some real kinky shit... the ball to the mouth, fine. Legs bound beneath the knee, ok. But when he began to manhandle him he was sure he was dealing with one of those 'other ones' that L was talking about.
He's got bruises forming on his hips! He punched him, he bit him, he fought him tooth and nail when he tried pinning Matt's arms above his head and he began to refuse. He kicked, he punched, he bit him in return- it didn't work, though, their movements were too frantic for Matt to sink his teeth in properly. He thought his head was going to explode when it hit the back windshield.
He saw his life flash before his eyes, the struggle to get free seemed like it lasted forever. He wondered through his cloud of fear... is this what Near went through? Is this what his Mother and sister went through? Will he die tonight? Mello was asleep, he'd never know. L is off doing interviews... he'd be too late.
But somehow, he got the door open and he ran away... but not far enough, and not fast enough to miss the man calling out to him.
"I'll say hello to Near for you..." Before he sped off.
Matt sank down in the tub and just let himself cry. The hot stream washed over him like piles of groping hands' fingers, all drumming along his naked body. He wished the sickness was an exaggeration, that he's just sensitive right now because of all that's going on... But that man had said what he'd said. He knows Near... He has him somewhere. But what Matt doesn't understand is how he knows enough about him, to know that Near is his friend?
He must have seen them together before Near's disappearance.
'And I just let him go... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
He pounds his fist against his knee.
You're wondering why cotton top wasn't found that night? It's simple... I was in a blissful coma of self-discovery. Imagine if you will... being put in a box at seven years old. Now Twenty years later the thing keeping you in the box is suddenly out of the picture. You have nowhere to return to, and currently nowhere to go. No known person to take you in... but all you can think is... the box is off... I'm free.
That's what it was like for me when I woke up in that hospital room with an i.v needle in my arm, and a tray of food hovering above my lap on a bed table, like an offering to a God. But none of this registered over the whisper in the static repeating to me ...You're free. You're free.
So when L'evater came in with his sugary treats, and a bag of questions... I wasn't exactly listening to a word he'd said.
Beyond watched things.
He watched the fluorescent lights over his head. He watched the doorway with all the passing nurses, and patients going by. He'd have wondered about why no doctors pass by regularly, but his mind is full of clutter so he has no room for freelance thinking. Beyond watched the other patients in his room with him, crying, laughing from a place that's too dark to believe the peak of light shining in. Somewhere on their third tray of food...
And Beyond watched.
He watched a nurse come in and smile at him; eye contact until he looked back. He watched her lips move- Did she ask him something? Who knew what... but she kept that sweet smile on her dimple-chinned face. He moved on auto-pilot when he watched a male nurse bring in a bucket of steaming water, with a sponge floating inside; he groped the man's crotch and was abandoned due to his embarrassment. At which point, a female nurse came in, and despite his tumbles with women when engaging in an orgy, he was less compelled to fondle the merchandise and so he received his bath.
'I'm free... I'm free... I'm free.'
He mantras.
He'd like to eat and taste the food. But he can't. His mind is too busy to allow his other senses to function properly. It's why he didn't see the detective enter the room, and begin questioning his way down the row of patient's beds until he grabbed him by the chin and turned his head.
A tiny light shined in his eyes, passing left then right, but he kept his gaze on the detective behind the lighthouse-esque glare.
"Can you see this light?" L asks.
Beyond remained silent.
"Mmm. You know, I do have a medical degree... I'm not trying to blind you." Lowering the light, and turning it off when it's at his lap; L moves to the end of the bed to grab the male's chart, noticing that the patient's cherry brown gaze is on him the entire time. Looking back at the bed-ridden male; who could probably be seen as a brother to him, with a few minor changes... he recalls the male from earlier at the warehouse.
'Maybe his English is limited? He spoke Ukrainian natively at the warehouse.'
He looks over the name on the chart. 'Beyond Birthday.' Taking a seat in the chair he'd just left, he then grabs the bag of sweets he left on the small table beside the young man's water pitcher. "
Bazhayete shchosʹ poïsty?" He asks while holding the bag open for him.
'Would you like something to eat?'
Beyond heard the man's words in his native tongue, and his mantra gave pause. 'The Ukraine... Could I go back there?'
"Vy mene rozumiyete?"
Beyond nodded that, yes, he understands him.
"Chudovyy̆."
'Excellent.'
Beyond translates in his head. He thinks quietly to himself again. 'What's waiting for me back home? My parents are not there. My house is not there for me to live in. What is there for me? But I can't stay here.' He was sitting up, but now he's laying himself back against the bedding.
"YA khotiv by postavyty vam kilʹka zapytanʹ..."
'Questions? I'd like to ask you a few questions, stranger.'
His gaze shifts from L to the ceiling waiting for the questions the man wants to ask him.
But he honestly can't think straight. Not when he has so many of his own questions that are looking for peace to their troubles.
"Beyond, Khto buv ostannʹoyu lyudynoyu, z vamy, persh nizh buly pomishcheni v torhivli kilʹtse?"
'...The trading ring, that's right! Someone bought me...'
He nods to himself. 'I guess I have somewhere to be after all. Then... I'm not free?'
"Beyond? ...Beyond?" L touches the male's hospital gown covered shoulder. "Ty v poryadku?"
'I'm not free... I'm not free...'
His new mantra ensued.
"Tobi shchosʹ potribno?"
"Meni potribno, shchob pity... Meni potribno, shchob pity..."
His voice is panicked, and his breaths are rasp and quick.
"Where do you need to go?! Tudy, de?!" L asked over the man's panic attack, then repeated untranslated. "Dammit, don't swallow your tongue! Ne kovtaty svoyu movu!" He stuffs his fingers into the young man's throat.
The machine is screaming for the panicked male, alerting nurses, and doctors to the patient.
L grimaced at his moistened fingers, once he'd saved the male from ingesting his tongue and he wiped them off on the pillow casing before stepping aside for the medical staff to take over caring for the spooked Beyond.
"What's happened?" Asked the doctor.
The nurse is injecting a sedative into the i.v. bag to calm Beyond down, and it works almost instantly. His breaths calm, and his tears cease, and heavy lids slowly closed as sleep encases him.
"He wanted to die, and attempted to swallow his tongue." L is looking around for something more substantial to clean his fingers with as he spoke. "Do you have any hand sanitizer?"
One of the nurses removed a bottle from a cabinet in the bathroom, handing it off to the man; who globbed it on like it was going to save his life.
"He's out now, should be down for the rest of the night." The doctor says to the detective. "I'm sorry, you'll have to come back tomorrow."
"...It's fine. But, I'll need him to be put on suicide watch. He's not stable."
"Yes, sir."
L couldn't help his anger at the situation, however slight. Because you can be as angry and affected as you like... but nothing will change.
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Commentary: You won't believe the poo-brain I've had for weeks. Once it went away, I knocked this out in two days. I wanna say that the moment with Matt before the scene change will be delved into a little better in the next chapter if you read it and think its very cut and dry ahaha. I'm also mentally couple cruisin' L and Light, so I might work a scene in with the two of them because they're my favorite.
Yazoox, you're the second person to say you like Near and Mello exclusively... I'm thinking a scene should be in there for yous somewhere before the story ends. And thank you for saying I'm a good writing, I work hard at it because *zoom in* I'm a little touched in the head when it comes to not seeing alphabet soup. So thank you.
Ohdeariemegoodness Thank you for saying the characterization is well-done because with AUs I need them to be slightly off to fit certain things you know? And sometimes its seen as completely off, so thank you for saying that. And I'm glad you decided to put yourself through it ahaha! I'm the same way with reading, I'll either see the plot or read some of it and see where its going and then I don't come back to it. So thanks for reading.
Thanks to anyone reading, I appreciate it.
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