Snow White Queen

Snow White Queen -- LxB
by ~heartstarmagick

  It was Light who had convinced me to go to sleep that night, "Come on, Ryuzaki. You need sleep. It'll be good for the case to clear your head."
   "Do you know how long I've gone without sleeping?" I asked.
   "Yes, which is why you need it so badly," he replied seductively, kissing my temple.
  I looked over at him, my perfect Light--the closest to perfection I ever laid eyes on, let alone slept with. Okay. I'll do this for him.
  I got into bed and he lay beside me. This was nice. Maybe a few minutes of sleep would be good for me.
  I closed my eyes and Light kissed me, "Goodnight."

   I was falling--the sickening drop of my stomach jolting my eyes open. I was laying on the floor. My arms were chained above my head--what in God's name was happening to me? I looked down at myself, I was stripped naked. I looked around the room, an unfamiliar dull red. "Hello?!"
  Something moved from the shadows. I took notice to my hard breathing, my chest rising and falling rapidly, the panting that escaped my lips barely audiable. "Oh, Sweet Lawlie, it's been too long."
  Was that..? No, it couldn't be! "Beyond Birthday?"
   "That's ri~ight," he said in singsong. He came out of the shadows, wearing a tattered wedding dress and knee-high go-go boots, holding a knife. "It's Eru now. Or B, but not Beyond Birthday. He is dead." He held the knife to his lips, licking it. The dress was stained with red. I couldn't determine if it were his or someone else's.
  He walked over to me, "Do I make you nervous, Lawlie?"
   "No," I said, "What am I doing here? Where are my clothes?"
   "I ate them," he said with perfect diction. He knelt beside me. I felt the cold metal blade of the knife on my stomach. I squirmed, shuddering. "Oh, Lawlie, I won't cut you. Unless you displease me."
   "What do you want?" I asked.
   "Do I make you nervous?" He smirked.
   "I told you no," I said, softer than I meant to.
   "Then why don't you trust me?" He stated more than asked, sliding the knife across my stomach.
   "B, you are psychotic. That's why."
  He smacked me across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room, "We do not use the word 'psychotic' in this room, Lawliet!" His tone was harsh, serious, insane. He looked into my eyes suddenly, and said in a very kind, soothing voice, "What about me makes you nervous, Lawlie?"
   "I want my clothes," I said calmly.
   "I told you I ate them. You didn't answer my question, Lawlie."
   "No, you didn't," I said, almost frustratedly.
   "Yes, I did," he replied with a sickeningly innocent disposition. "I could give you my dress, I suppose. I don't think you'd want it, though, with all the rips."
   "It's fine," I said softly.
   "Now, answer my question. Why are you so nervous? Is it the knife? If you open your heart to him, he'll love you. He'll only do what you ask of him. He's lovely. He won't hurt you, unless you ask him. See?" He held out his right arm, covered in scars, rough, jagged angles going every which way. My God.
   "What did you do?" I asked, horrified.
   "I wanted to make a picture. I asked him of this. It's you."
   "B, you shouldn't do that to yourself," I said.
   "But it feels good, Lawlie," he replied, almost pleading. "Are you nervous because you're naked? You don't have to be. I like looking at your body, Lawliet. It's so nice and perfect." He set down the knife. "You're with a perfect boy now, right?" He looked at me with betrayal in his eyes. "Do you love him, Lawliet?"
   "I can't feel love," I said.
   "I can. You do love him. Well, why didn't you love me, Lawliet?" He asked, his voice tight.
   "He's a work partner, B. Nothing more," I said, lying through my teeth.
  He knew it, too. "Is that why you're sleeping together?"
   "He's under observation," I said.
  He picked up the knife, slashing me across the stomach. Before I could scream, he leaned down, licking the blood that was gathering. "Wrong answer, Lawliet." He licked the blood off the knife. I looked down and the wound was gone.
  The knife was set down again and he smirked, straddling me. He was cold, all over. He ran the back of his freezing hand down the side of my neck gently, smiling as he did so. "Do you remember when we used to do this, Lawlie? All that rapture we felt those nights?" I felt his body shift, and he kissed my neck, then my lips, the salty taste of blood filling my mouth, "Can you feel that, Lawlie? My desire?"
  Kisses got rougher. I pulled back, "B, stop."
   "It's alright, Lawlie. I can feel you, too. I know what we need and we can do that. We can relive those passionate nights, and nobody will ruin our fun this time," he whispered.
   "No, B. We can't," I said.
   "It's because I'm not the perfect boy, isn't it? If the perfect boy wanted rapture, you'd give it to him," he said. There was anger in his eyes, "Well, why not me? Why am I not good enough for your rapture?"
   "No. It's not rapture, it's lust, that's all," I said.
   "Well, I have the cure for lust," he said. He picked up two syringes, one in his left hand and one in his right. "One," he said, looking at the right syringe, "is a harmless sleeping drug. The other," he looked at the other one, "is Gamma**"
  My eyes went wide, "You wouldn't..!"
  He smirked like a maniac, "Oh, I would. I definetely would." I gasped softly. He held both needles to my neck.  
  I trembled under him, "Just answer me one question, Lawliet." I nodded, "Why do I make you so nervous, Lawlie?"

  I woke up, screaming. At least, I thought so. I looked over at Light, sound asleep.
  I held my head. This is why I don't sleep, Eru. This is why. You're the only that makes me fear...
  I panted hard, looking down  at my stomach. A thin, slightly jagged scar crossed it.
   You know, don't you?
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**Gamma = Gamma hydroxybutrate. A date rape drug.
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