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Raising Hell	By : High_on_the_Rainbow Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not profit from this nor do I own the Death Note franchise.

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Hey, everyone. This is my very first story and since it was a rather complex plot, I decided to write out the whole thing and figure out the pacing for each POV (there are FIVE) so that things stay interesting and make sense, but so my readers don't forget other characters or the ulterior plot... So this came later than I wanted (Life got in the way dammit). I think I have done well but I do answer questions and inconsistencies need to be pointed out. This is NOT the anime so all characters are OoC to varying degrees, but I think you will still recognize their original design. Just a heads up, the first chapter is a little slow, but things are always explained later, trust me. :)
Any characters you don't recognize as being from the anime or manga (i.e., Yuki the cafeteria chick, Honogami Mayuri, Imagawa Aizen, Matsumoto Daisuke, Takiyama Kimiko, Kitsuhime Yoko, Hanazaki-san, and L's therapist chick Kyoko, among many others later on) they are OCs and are owned by me, but are only given names because they need them. They are generally insignificant though. Just know that OCs exist, but no major effort to memorize them is required; I know some people are too lazy to remember OCs, like me. ...They may be my OCs but they are pretty neglected and are usually killed off.
Main pairings are seme!L x Light and seme!Near x Mello. (Don't worry, I made such a thing reasonable Light/L and Mello/Near people. I think all of them make fabulous semes.)
IMPORTANT INFO: L's name is Ryuuzaki Lawliet as he is Near's (Ryuuzaki Nathan) biological older brother and they needed a common last name. Enough said. Everyone else's names are canon. Also, Near and Mello's high school, Tokyo Central High School (TCHS) has a Japanese schedule, but uniforms are not in place. It's like American school in the sense of the dress code. MOST IMPORTANTLY, L is NOT the detective we know him to be in the anime.
Disclaimer: I own the plot, but do I really need to say I don't own Death Note? Really...?
Raising Hell - Chapter One
"Hello, Yuki-san. How are you today?" a smooth silky voice asks the stout young woman serving lunch that day. The voice belongs to a handsome brunet, lunch tray in hand as he passes the serving counter. The young lunch server looked up.
"Oh, hi there. I'm fine, thanks for asking. Want another apple today, too? I know how you love them. They were shipped in fresh," a cheery voice replied, looking kindly and somewhat wistfully on her favorite patient. Yuki was a nice young woman of about twenty-seven, long brown hair cascading down her rounded shoulders and framing her pudgy round face. She served the in-patients of Tokyo's Insane Asylum with the most genuine of smiles and her demeanor was extremely calming, making her the favorite cafeteria worker of many patients; this was difficult in itself, as most people here were violent or had extremely unstable temperaments, most suffering from depression, anxiety, anger or more often than not an extremely dangerous combination of the three. Of course her favorite patient wasn't like any of those psychos.
"Yes, of course. You know I love them," the young man said. A polite smile crossed his lips, and Yuki couldn't help but become trapped, the patient's charm too much to handle; even in his light gray sweat pants and white t-shirt he looked beautiful... As his warm amber eyes fell upon her a light blush crossed her cheeks.
"Yeah... Well, here you are," she giggled flirtatiously, handing him an apple red enough to combat her ever-brightening blush. "Enjoy. Hopefully I'll see you around later on...?" she asked hopefully. She knew relations with patients were forbidden for a reason and she shouldn't even look twice at someone who was placed in here with other crazies, but surely with someone as drop-dead gorgeous as this anyone would have given in if they were in the same position... right? Either way, she just knew someone like him didn't belong here; He was far too normal, far too charming. What could possibly be wrong with someone so perfect? She just couldn't see why this handsome charmer was in an asylum of all places.
"Of course you will," Yuki's crush replied, looking at her knowingly. "You do serve lunch here, after all."
Yuki looked down at her feet, obviously flustered and embarrassed at her ridiculous blunder and momentary stupidity. She scolded herself mentally. "O-oh... Of course... Well, see you tomorrow..."
"See you tomorrow, Yuki-san," the young man replied, heading back to an empty table, giving him a good view of the recreation room's television. His handsome features soon contorted in a clear expression of disgust and revulsion. 'Stupid females...' he thought, as his soft pink lips fell to a grimace. He knew he needed to keep up appearances in order to supply Ryuk enough apples and keep him calm enough to tolerate, but did women have to be so damn irritating?

My name is Yagami Light, patient ID #180629A2, age eighteen, in room 102 at Tokyo's Insane Asylum. I've been a patient here for about six months now, and somehow, life has never been better. At least, that's what I would have said about nine days prior.
Nine days earlier, things were definitely more... manageable. I was able to convince the staff of my faux recovery and had hit them with more sob stories than I care to count. I had successfully avoided being drugged up with unnecessary medication and I had been able to carry out the will of my family, making my father proud without arousing any suspicion. However, things began to eat at me last Wednesday, and since then my grip on this perpetual façade had been slowly loosening.
As I sat down at my solitary table in the white blandness of the recreation room, I had to wonder about some things that had been niggling at the back of my mind for some time now. I've been having the same recurring dream for over a week, and the lack of sleep must have been getting pretty obvious to the staff by now; I've had to work extra hard at convincing them otherwise—I really don't want to be put on any unnecessary medication.
Every night I talk to my family—even if these idiot doctors claim them to be hallucinations—but they seem to be acting up as of late. They're usually the only thing keeping me somewhat sane and prevent me from having a mental break down from all the pressure, but lately they keep warning me about a danger and they never elaborate. Just an unforeseen threat, faceless, nameless, genderless... it may not even be a person, just an event or change in circumstance; either way, it has my nerves wound pretty tight with anxiety. It's getting to the point where I'm even starting to cross the line into anger at their lack of explanation and after what I did to them I deserve no such privilege.
Regardless, it was time I did my daily check on my progress as the savior of all the world's innocents, "Kira". I don't much care for the title the public has labeled me with, but there's not much I can do about it here. In fact, it pisses me off to no end that people just had to derive my name from the English word "killer". I am no killer; I am a God, wiping away the filth contaminating our society with their corrupt mindsets and selfish ways. The world should be fucking grateful that I even care enough to use my powers for them, to protect them, to save their worthless hides. How dare they give me the same label they give to the scum I'm saving them from! I really will have to change that once I complete reforming the world and can reveal myself...
"In other news, the serial killer, thirty-two-year-old Matsumoto Daisuke, has struck again. His latest victim was found mere hours ago at Okinawa in a hotel dumpster by a garbage worker who reported a foul odor coming from the dumpster. Thankfully, he made the right decision in calling the police as this is the only victim to be found this preserved and can hopefully provide some much needed insight into the investigation. The police believe that Matsumoto may be using a poison or other drug that decomposes too quickly to be found through the autopsies of the other victims and incapacitates them, where he then moves them to rape and kill..."
'I guess this is just another guy to pass judgment on tonight...,' I think wearily. Being God isn't made any easier with people like him out there. It's not like I care what happens to the victims, though; truth be told my reasons for helping society are entirely selfish. The only thing that matters is my family. I need their forgiveness. I look to the transparent images of my sister and father—Sayu and Soichiro, respectively—and they look back at me, the meaningful look in their eyes evident. They want me to punish him. They want me to carry out the justice that they themselves could not be graced with. They want vengeance on this rotten world.
"You know what you have to do, right, nii-san? You'll do it... won't you? For me and Okaa-san and Otou-san...? We need you to... People like that need to be held responsible, Light-niisan. People like that killed us, remember? You couldn't save us," Sayu spat with growing contempt. "You can make it up to us by killing them. You can stop being so weak. Do for them what you couldn't, no, wouldn't do for us, nii-san. Then we might forgive you," Sayu looked at me expectantly. The look in her eyes has changed over the last few months... She looks almost... bloodthirsty now. I know what she wants and I know I can't refuse her. I glance around to see if any of the staff are looking; they're not, so I nod subtly—I can't risk the staff knowing I still see them.
A look of pure yet sinister glee flashes across her eyes. "I knew you would, nii-san! I knew you'd exact justice. Soon the whole world can be reformed..." It was at this point that I'm forced to tune Sayu out; the news segment I had been waiting for was finally being aired.
"As for last night, the famous mafia leader, Imagawa Aizen was found dead in his home last night after suffering from a heart attack. The autopsy revealed him to be healthy before his death and the police are certain that Kira is the killer.
"The Kira Investigation Team has yet to draw up any type of time frame in which these killings happen, but has told us that most of the killings seem to happen between 6 PM and 9 PM on weekdays and vary on weekends, leading them to believe that anyone who is home at this time may be suspect. They will not disclose what jobs they are investigating, but we presume it may be someone with ties to the police or another job of the like. Kira is—"
'They have no idea how wrong they are. Clearly I have no cause to worry.' There was no way they would guess I was Kira. After all, who would guess a presumably unstable mental patient with presumably little to no access to the outside world would be smart enough or connected enough to be a supposed 'mass murderer'? Have I mentioned how much I despise being called that?
"Controversy still surrounds Kira, though some nations in Interpol are starting to voice differing opinions on whether or not to support Kira or capture him. Many know that all of Kira's targets are hardened criminals such as murderers, rapists, or organized crime leaders. Though the crime rate has dropped nearly forty percent worldwide, the nations are still divided. Many are slowly considering supporting Kira. Unfortunately, no public statements are being made at this time. In other news—"
'Perfect, things are finally going my way,' I think, proud of the direction things were taking. Guessing that I've seen enough for today and having gathered a lengthy list of criminals in need of judgment, I make to leave, but something catches my attention.
"A string of suspicious suicides and homicides have been happening all over the Tokyo area, and so far leads are scarce. The police have decided to look to the public for help as the circumstances surrounding the deaths of the victims points to psychological issues developing in seemingly normal civilians over incredibly short periods of time ranging from weeks to mere days in some cases. Most witnesses and friends of the victims claim that the victim encountered a strange man before having drastic changes in personality or behavior. I have with me the Chief of the Investigation, Honogami Mayuri. Honogami-san, what is your take on this case?"
A short and chubby man with gray receding hair spoke up, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "After compiling a personality profile, it has become obvious that this person likes toying with the victims' minds. He uses games and tricks to make the victims unstable. We are not yet sure of his motives, or even his appearance, but we are hoping someone close to one of the victims will remember the victim meeting someone out the ordinary and possibly provide a description. This is an extremely difficult case, as there is no physical evidence to tie this type of criminal to any of the deaths. The victims are seemingly random; we have not been able to make any connections between them, be it physical appearance or family circumstances. We do have several suspects, but cannot disclose any more information at this time. Please call this hotline for any tips you—"
'Well, this is certainly interesting... I wonder what this person is like... Maybe he just has a sick sense of humor... Either way I'll keep an eye on this case.' I stand and move back to my room. As I walk I catch some nurses nearby gossiping; normally I wouldn't listen to the unfounded stories people tend to weave in this place, but after what I just watched, this caught my attention:
"Did you see that? How scary..."
"Yeah, I hope our new patient's not like that..."
"You and me both. You know what's weird, though? The doctors aren't even getting much on this new guy. I guess someone pretty high up wants most of his information withheld..."
"Why would they do that? How will the doctors treat him if they won't tell them anything?"
"I don't know, but I hear the doctor's only instructions are to keep him on a special diet and not to force him to disclose anything he doesn't want to. They said they'll resolve any problems he causes in a personal session..."
"How strange... Did you hear his name...?"
"No..."
'Now this is interesting. A new patient, huh? Whoever they are I should keep my ears open for anything else. Maybe these gossip whores will drop a piece of useful information later on, who knows? Wait, what are they saying now...?'
"Hey, have you noticed anything weird with Yagami-san lately? He seems to be taking more and more interest in the Kira case lately..."
"Well, that's not all that strange. You do know what happened to his family, right? Maybe he's looking for evidence of justice for his family; he's probably placed his hopes in Kira."
"Yeah, of course. Poor guy... He just needs someone to comfort him...," the brunette nurse says dreamily. I scoff at their ridiculous assumption. 'What I need are dumb broads like you to stop hitting on me and pitying me.'
"Oh, you mean like you? Like he would ever go for you anyway. I'm definitely more his type... I heard he likes blondes over brunettes."
"Are not! There's no way! ...Besides, I don't think his interest in the Kira case is wrong, per se; I actually support Kira's cause... His look is just... more intense lately, you know? There's a look when he watches that's different from how it used to be..."
"...I guess so, but a lot of new stories have come up, you know? Like the one with that weird guy messing with peoples' heads. Maybe that's what's on his mind. Don't look into it so much; you're probably over-thinking the whole situation. Yagami-san doesn't like girls like that anyway," the blonde nurse said smugly.
I decide to tune them out at this point; it's clear they're just going to have another routine fight over me again. I enter the room and toss Ryuk his apple before walking over to my dresser and taking out the Deathnote. I quickly work through today's list of wrong doers and lay down on the bed, seeing my family watching me with satisfied faces.
"You gotta get me some more apples, Light. This once-a-day crap is annoying... When can we leave? I want to do something fun," Ryuk pouted. "It's not like you need to stay here anymore. It's so boring."
"I know that, Ryuk. Your apple routine can't change, you know that. Second, you know why I can't leave; even with my acting skills they don't see my progress as genuine. It's infuriating, but at the very least this place provides a good cover from the Kira investigators... And as far as your boredom, I heard something interesting—a new patient is coming, and apparently has rather curious circumstances surrounding him. I'm sure things here will pick up very soon, and you probably won't want to leave once they do."
Ryuk's curiosity raised marginally. "I'm not too keen on the apple thing, but this new patient better make up for the lack of entertainment, Light."

I'm so bored. Why does Light keep on staying here? I hate it... I know it was part of the plan for me to stay with him, but man... I wouldn't even mind hearing from Hell at this point; if they gave me a new idea on what to tell or reveal to him, I might get a kick out of his reaction. He could at least kill people interestingly... Always heart attacks...
I fly outside, looking for a new source of entertainment. Sometimes I go out and mess with other humans when Light gets like this. Besides, he's probably doing that thing where he talks to his hallucinations again. I never thought giving him a Deathnote would do that to him, but it is fun to watch him at war with himself. Unstable yet intelligent—he makes a wonderfully entertaining pawn. ...The best kind, actually. ...The instability makes him a little easier to manipulate.
Maybe I can find out more on this new patient, or better yet that guy driving people to commit suicide and homicide. He sounds like my kind of guy; I can't help ginning at the prospective fun. He sounds so... interesting.

I'm at school, and sadly, I can't help but feel bored and angsty at the rather oppressive atmosphere of the place; pasty off-white walls (just like the ward), plain desks, soulless teachers that mechanically spew out lectures in that horrendously monotonous drawl. I hate it all, but thankfully freedom will soon be within my grasp and I can escape this nightmare society's forced upon me.
The bell rings and I make a calm exit, though my mind is screaming at me to make a mad dash for the door; I do have a reputation to uphold. I walk home and go straight to my room where I finish my homework in record time and wait for the rest of my family to arrive.
"I'm home," Sayu comes through the door a mere thirty minutes later and immediately seeks me out for help with her math homework. Of course, I do the brotherly thing and help her while our mother makes dinner down in the kitchen.
As Sayu goes on about how evil her math teacher is and the conspiracies against her, I tune her out, opting instead to listen to the news. I hear the door open, tearing my attention away from the television and see my father enter. He looks worn out, more so than usual; his glasses are slightly askew and his hair is graying and disheveled. The case must really be getting to him. Many people close to the suspect had been dying mysteriously of heart attacks, but otou-san had told me they were closing in on him and the case was nearing its end—all they had to do was arrest the guy.
Soon after hearing about father's day I head up to bed; it's late, but I get a glimpse of someone suspicious outside the window. This time things are different; I can see a glimpse of his face—bright eyes and black hair... I don't think much of it and go to sleep, but that was probably my one fatal mistake; later that I night I awoke to gunshots and the coppery scent of blood.

I shot up in my room, taking a minute to remember my surroundings; I'm not at home, I'm in Tokyo's Insane Asylum in room 102. I don't know whether or not to be relieved—the pressure and fear of having another chance to save my family was overwhelming in the dream, but the reality of having failed and the guilt that accompanies it is just as heavy. 'Things were different though; normally, I never see any facial features in that dream...' I look over to my digital clock and see that it is early morning, almost time to get up and start getting ready for another loathsome day of tedious lies and meticulous acting.
As I shower and brush my teeth, my thoughts travel back to the new patient. 'Could he be the possible threat otou-san and okaa-san have been warning me about...?' I can't be too sure; that why I've decided to keep an ear open to any new information I may pick up around the ward. He sounds intriguing and if nothing else will provide some type of challenge or entertainment... 'God, now I'm starting to sound like Ryuk...'

I see white, endless white, serving as a constant reminder of the flawlessness I seek, but have yet to achieve. I loathe this abyss. I don't know how; I thought I had put things like that beneath me long ago. They are taking me away and I know where they are taking me—Tokyo's Insane Asylum. I know exactly why they brought me here and I also know they presume me to be unwell. What they don't want to believe is that I know exactly what I did; regardless of their denial, I'll continue to do it—I won't stop. If anything else I now have new variety of subjects to work with.
My name is Ryuuzaki Lawliet, patient ID #190633L7, age nineteen and assigned room 104 in Tokyo's Insane Asylum. Supposedly, I am being admitted for a personality disorder, but I know that isn't true. I know myself much better than people give me credit for; I know my faults, my strengths, my motives. They, however, do not know me, nor do they care to.
If I have a personality disorder as they claim, would that be such a bad thing? They say I lack a thing called 'empathy'. It's not like I don't feel things, loathe as I may be to admit it; I merely have no reason to relate to others. Relating will not help me understand. I need facts, not results that have been contaminated with biased opinions and weak statements of 'morality'. I don't expect them to understand, but someone has to do this, to find the answers. I will be the one to find them.
The only way to understand anything is through experimentation, observation and asking questions: What is observed about the subject? What about their past influences behaviors prior to exposure to the stimulus? How do they react to the presented stimulus? What do they do? How does the mind react? What problems arise? How can they be prevented in the future? What problems do the solutions present? Can any and all problems be diffused? Is there any perfect solution? Of course there was; there had to be, and I will find it. I will find the solutions to everything.
It is most fortunate for them that I do not expect others to understand my reasons. Most humans are too feeble-minded, too weak or too frightened to face the reality that someone needs to do this in order for society to be saved. Truth be told, my reasons for doing things this way are relatively selfish. I want to save humanity from itself so that I never have to face the pain it has caused me ever again. It doesn't matter where they send me as long as it does not interfere with my progress and the pursuit of knowledge.
While I wait for the paper work to go through and pass certain check-points, my thoughts are broken by the sound of a radio show. Normally I wouldn't listen to something so mundane, but the topic was one I often found my mind drifting towards: Kira.
"Kira is gathering support amongst rather high-ranking officials and we are taking the opinions of our callers this morning. On line one we have a girl from Kanto named Sara. What do you think of this, Sara?"
A high pitched voice soon replied, though it was obvious the girl was trying way too hard to be 'cute'. "I totally support Kira! He's so awesome. My family was killed by a deranged drug dealer, saying crazy things about how my mom owed him money, but I know she would never do that... Kira killed him just a few weeks ago! I'm sooo grateful! Thank you, Kira!"
The host cleared his throat. "Well, um, thank you for your input, Sara. Next, on line three we have... Oh, God, Amane Misa is on the line! What a shocker! Hello?! Misa-Misa? You have an opinion on the Kira Case?"
A squeaky voice erupted from the radio, "Of course, Host-san. Misa-Misa loves Kira! I'm going to marry him one day! Everyone should support Misa's savior, one true love and future husband, or he'll kill you! Marry Misa, Kira! Misa-Misa loves you!"
The host made an obvious pause, more than likely shocked by her open and rather blatant support. She should have been more careful of what she said; she is a famous model after all. Marrying a killer might not be so good for her reputation, especially since she is known to have been dating the world-famous Ryuuga Hideki for several weeks. Kira-worship would without a doubt damage the relationship. The host cleared his throat before continuing. "Well, Amane-san, you clearly have a strong support of Kira. Is there any particular reason...?"
"Of course! Kira saved Misa's life once! This one time when Misa was—"
I stop listening at this point, opting instead to delve off into my own thoughts on the matter. I admit to having a respect for Kira. Kira and I obviously have the same goal: to reform the world and in a way, save humanity from itself. The only problem is that the world seems to so adamantly disagree with our methods, though why is beyond me. Obviously their methods had been failing them, so why oppose Kira's efficiency? The only thing that comes to mind is the primitive notion of 'morality'. I will never understand people's ridiculous need to cling to morals like a child grasps desperately to their safety blanket in the night.
I suppose I have a rather strong fascination with Kira... I hope to find them at some point during my research. I can't help but wonder what happened to Kira to make him or her act the way they did, and what both of us will have to do to make the rest of the world understand that emotions and feelings will only hinder them. I wonder if Kira truly understands like I do. I often wonder about the enigma that is Kira, though I'm probably more serious than the other mindless idiots giving in to propaganda. I would love to talk to Kira, to know what happened and see if I can figure out the most effective way to project that view onto the rest of the world; if I have to hurt them to do so, then so be it—it doesn't matter, so long as the end can justify the means.
'No one should ever have to hurt and suffer like Nathan and I did... Near...'
A young woman came out and told me my paperwork was complete and to come put on my wristband with my patient ID#. I hold out my wrist and go through the motions with her. She introduces herself as my new therapist/psychiatrist, Kyoko, and shows me around before eventually dropping me off in the recreation room with the other patients who were already awake and finished breakfast by this time. Apparently, group therapy is scheduled to start after lunch and people may be called for individual therapy during this time.
Looking around the recreation room and all its pasty off-white blandness, I lay eyes on a brunet watching the news, and more specifically, the Kira case. This act in itself is nothing note-worthy—most the room's occupants are doing the same—but the look on his face says something else, something intriguing.
I allow my eyes to openly roam over his face. His eyes are creased at the outer corners in slight show of what may be joy and perhaps a smug satisfaction. His soft pink lips are upturned in the barest of smirks, and his gaze is full of intent, though the nature of such a look is something I could only guess at. The air about him is similar to that of an artist surveying their work; satisfied, yet somehow wanting more... always striving for more. It is strange to say the least.
Regardless, I walk up to the phones available at this time of day and dial Near's school. It would seem I have a bit of explaining to do lest I deal with his barely-contained wrath when he comes here for his out-patient therapy group later today.

"Ryuuzaki Nathan, please report to the main office. Again, would Ryuuzaki Nathan, please report to the main office."
'Why would they...? Whatever. Knowing my flawless conduct at school it probably has something to do with nii-san...' I get up out of my seat and begin to gather up my things. I was just attending my classes at Tokyo Central High School like a normal seventeen-year-old junior should be and probably just as bored when I was called to the main office. I am glad I get to leave. The giggling females behind me were really getting on my last nerve. They mumble in protest; clearly they didn't want me to leave.
I walk out of class, my soft, white and slightly curly hair bouncing and framing my pale face, slightly covering my dark eyes. I twirl a lock of the snowy white hair around my finger; it's a quirky habit, but a calming one nonetheless. I walk up to the front desk and state my name. At least the receptionist is forward and gets straight to the point.
"Ah, Ryuuzaki-kun, you have a call," the receptionist pauses to lean in close to whisper. "It's from Tokyo's Insane Asylum. I believe your brother has just been admitted. He would like to speak with you."
"Thank you, Hanazaki-san," I reply, holding slight respect for her consideration of my privacy and ability to keep things professional. She nods, smiling slightly before handing me the phone. "Moshi moshi...?"
"...I know Near has already figured out most of the situation," a deep voice on the other end of the line begins. "So there is no reason to further explain things to him. I will have to leave him on his own for a while; otouto knows how to take care of himself. I ask that he keeps people away from the apartment as well."
I can't help but be a bit annoyed at nii-san's response. Yes, I had figured out most of what happened, but what I wanted to know was his reasoning for such actions. He had obviously dropped some hint to the police, leading them to be suspicious of him and landing him in the Asylum. Nii-san wouldn't be caught if it wasn't his intention. It more than likely had to do with his 'experiments' and a search for new 'subjects'. I barely hold in an exasperated sigh; why does nii-san insist on doing these things? Honestly, if I wasn't in school with an image to uphold, I would—
"I also know that otouto is exasperated and barely holding in a sigh or the urge to tell me off. I know whatever theory he has is more than likely correct, and I genuinely apologize for annoying him. However, otouto knows that this is necessary—all for a better world, a better us."
—Oh, well of course nii-san would know my thought processes this well. I suppose his experiments are necessary to shape the world into a better place where no one will have to feel anything. Nii-san makes me feel more than anyone else, but I know he will never betray me.
"...I really do apologize... Near-kun," Lawliet says before hanging up. I never hear him call me that unless he was truly serious about something. 'Now there is no doubt about his motives; I had known something was bothering him for the past two weeks—he must have seen this as a necessary action, even though it would hinder me. I suppose... I can forgive you this once... L-niisan.'
I hang up the phone and once again school my face into effortless apathy, turning to thank Hanazaki-san before heading out into the hall on my way back to class. I see a couple of sophomore girls more than likely skipping class walk up to me and say "Hi." I debate whether or not to reply. Girls in general annoy me, like a fly buzzing that I just can't seem to swat away; the more I repel them, the more determined they are to come back in greater numbers. Weighing this against the equally hellish option of going back to class and wasting time pretending to pay attention to a lesson I understood long ago, I decide to talk to the girls for a few minutes. 'At the very least I can enjoy getting their hopes up and then tossing them back down to Earth. Then they can learn that their feelings will only get them hurt and make them weak. I have to wonder if all girls are closet masochists, falling for guys who obviously don't care.'
"Hello, Yoko-san, Kimiko-san," I say politely keeping my face stoic. I may be civil with them, but I will never smile at them.
Kitsuhime Yoko, a sixteen-year-old sophomore with bright green eyes, blonde hair and tan skin, blushed profusely. She always struck me as a wanna-be beach bunny; she obviously was too shy for the attention her body garnered from other guys at school. Takiyama Kimiko was the exact opposite, also sixteen years old and a sophomore, but she was significantly shorter than Yoko, had pale skin, a round child-like face, stormy blue-grey eyes and sleek, shoulder length black hair. She was scarcely developed, lacking the curves Yoko possessed and was often mistaken for a twelve or thirteen year old. She looked far more innocent and almost like a child, but was obviously more promiscuous than Yoko.
"Oh, Ryuuzaki-senpai, you don't have to be so formal," Kimiko offered, her eyes holding barely contained desire. "Call me your Ki-chan."
This is when I see something out of the corner of my eye, and trying to avoid meeting Kimiko's sorry attempt at a seductive gaze I look to my right and see someone fast approaching. The black and yellow blur rams into me with considerable force, toppling me to the ground and successfully angering Kimiko.
"Hey! Watch where you're going you freak! You could have hurt Ryuuzaki-senpai!" Kimiko shouts in an unwelcome attempt to defend me.
"Urg... What the hell?! That albino freak should watch where he's going! Fucking asshole never—"
"Freaks like you shouldn't—"
It is at this time that I look up to see whatever or whoever it was that hit me; I was already having a pretty lousy day and this certainly wasn't helping. My eyes travel up to see ankle-high black boots, tight leather pants, leather fingerless gloves, a form-fitting black t-shirt with a red design—it is a splatter art which to me closely resembles blood—and a dog collar-style choker around a creamy neck before locking onto a rather effeminate face with a burn scar on the left side of his face, icy and rather livid blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. I recognize the guy as the infamous fifteen-year-old freshman, Keehl Miheal, though people call him 'Mello' as a joke—he is not mellow in any sense of the word. From my observations and experiences he is an obnoxious and irritating blonde who calls himself my self-proclaimed 'rival'.
Mello had been absent for the past three months and twenty-six days, and that time had been bliss for me. It was rumored that he was just released from Tokyo's Insane Asylum and was now in intensive out-patient therapy. Sadly, I know this as fact—I am in the same group, though I have an image to keep and no one in school needs to know I'm receiving psychiatric 'help'.
The only information I have been able to gather was that he killed his parents by setting off explosives on some paranoid suspicion that his parents were out to kill him. He wasn't sentenced to a detention center as his lawyer plead insanity and won, so instead he was sent to the Asylum and given psychiatric help. I don't know what to think about his story; all I know is that he irritates me. He just started group yesterday, but my nerves are already fraying, and on top of the stuff with Lawliet earlier, this can only bode badly.
"—And this asshole has the nerve to..." Mello trailed off, catching me staring at him. His face contorts into a look of confusion, before his face become slightly red from what I assume to be anger. I don't really understand why he is so furious; he was the one who ran into me after all.
He opens his mouth, probably about to say some scathing remark in response to my prolonged eye contact with him, but before he can do so, Kimiko steps in to 'rescue' me. "How dare you say those things about Ryuuzaki-senpai! You're just jealous aren't you, you freak? Ryuuzaki-senpai is hotter and cooler and smarter and more popular than you'll ever be, you stupid freshman! You should be asha—" Before she can finish, Mello takes off own the hall, punching lockers and walls, leaving rather impressive trail of damage in his wake.
I look after him mentally replaying the entire situation. Yoko, who had been stunned into speechlessness during the confrontation, offered out her hand to help me up. I politely decline; I can't show weakness, especially not to the females of this school. As I stand I hear Kimiko ranting off about how disrespectful Mello was.
"It's no wonder nobody likes him! He's such an arrogant jerk! Knocking over Ryuuzaki-senpai like that right after coming back to school! He has some nerve showing his face around here! And after challenging Ryuuzaki-senpai and claiming to be a rival, as if he's good enough! It's no wonder his parents hate him!"
That was where I drew the line. Not even Mello deserved someone like Kimiko talking about him as if she was somehow above him and closer to me. Mello may irritate me, but he has some of my respect; it takes guts to call me out and pick fights with someone of much higher social standing and academic excellence.
"Kimiko-san," I began, my tone colder than usual. Of course Kimiko doesn't pick up on it, but Yoko seems to. Before Yoko can warn her, I continue. "Mello did do wrong by knocking me over and blaming me, however, I must be the better person. I know he has poor social skills. It is not his fault he shows his face here; he does go to school here. It takes guts to challenge someone better than you so openly. And don't say things about other people's families when you know nothing. Goodbye." Without looking back to see her undoubtedly stunned reaction, I return to class. I have no idea why I defended him... Maybe it was all the other annoyances piling up that day and I just needed an excuse to lash out at someone... 'Perhaps because I also have no parents...'
Once I reach my class I take my seat and resume staring out the window. I have out-patient group therapy with Mello after school, and thanks to Kimiko's extremely unhelpful input, I know the session will be longer than usual.

Blood was dripping down my fist, but right now I just can't bring myself to give a shit about the pain. How dare that albino asshole ignore me?! If I wasn't under such tight watch I'd fucking kick his ass! 'I will have my revenge! He has no right to act so fuckin' superior! I swear I'll get him back! Right, okaa-san?'
"Of course Mello, dear. I won't let him hurt you like this," the voice replied lovingly. "I'll help you. Why don't you come up with a way to get back at him?"
'Of course, okaa-san! I know, I'll come up with some witty retorts for when the asshole shows his ugly albino visage at group! And Matt can help me with a good prank! What do you think, okaa-san?'
"It's a wonderful idea, Mello, dear," Okaa-san replied. "Just watch out for him, Mello. He is dangerous; you must watch your feelings around him..."
'Of course, okaa-san... but... Why do I have to watch my feelings? I fucking hate that guy!'
"I know Mello, dear, but I am just watching out for you. That's what a good mother does, isn't it?"
'Of course, okaa-san, and you're the best there is,' I reply mentally. 'I love you, okaa-san.'
I really do love Okaa-san. In fact, she's the only one I'd openly admit to adoring. She helps me with everything. When she told me that my parents were out to kill me, I immediately doubted her. I thought I was going crazy; who the hell listens to a voice in their head anyway? Who even has a voice in their head?! Still, she insisted on telling me how to build the bombs and where to place them. I only built the stupid things because she said she would leave me the fuck alone when I did. But later that month, I could say I was genuinely surprised when my parents tried to stab me to death. She told me how to set them off and where to take cover so that I wouldn't get too hurt; after I killed them, I never doubted her again. Okaa-san is the only one I can trust in this fucked up world. She is my 'True Mother'. This is what a mother should be—kind, loving, caring and completely selfless.
I just don't get what she means about Near though. I shouldn't need to watch my feelings around the guy—the only thing I feel for him is hatred!

You know how just the look of someone can irritate you sometimes and their mere presence rubs you the wrong way? I experienced this phenomenon personally when I looked over at the door to the recreation room and saw... a new face. 'He must be the new patient. What's his deal, anyway? He just keeps staring...'
I see him finishing up on the phone and I try to figure out what it is about this guy that isn't sitting well with me; he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary yet.
Looking at the guy he doesn't seem like much at first glance. His posture is a little bit strange be slightly slouched over the ways he is, but everyone here has their quirks, so I don't pay it much mind. He could have a back problem, for all I know. He's wearing simple clothes; a white three-quarter sleeve t-shirt and loose blue jeans. His feet are covered by flimsy hospital slippers, but I get the feeling he'd much rather be barefoot. He's skinny and pale, almost reminiscent of porcelain or ethereal. He has disheveled black hair covering his eyes, but when he does make eye contact I drown in a sea of obsidian. His eyes are wide with black shadows underneath; a clear sign of long-standing insomnia. But there was something off about those eyes... Eyes that scan me, observe me, bore into my very being yet never judging me... Those emotionless, listless eyes... Endless obsidian orbs...
I try not to think on it too much, but I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Whatever the guy's deal is, it will be revealed when the group therapist forces him to introduce himself. 'For now I'll go back to my room and write in the Deathnote. The world will always need Kira to rid this rotten world of evil. I am the God of the New World, after all.'
Turning to my family beside me I see them smile at me, but the gesture seems forced. They seem to tense as they see the new patient, but quickly turn back to me, a meaningful look in their eyes, watching to ensure I hold true to my promise.
End Chapter One
I must say I think this went well. All of the main characters have been introduced and some foreshadowing has been set... I'm rather content. (WOW this was a 16 page endeavor...) I will try to make each chapter 6000 words minimum. It was hard to find a place to stop... This story requires patience! If you have none, then this is not for you. It has inner monologues galore! I suck at second and third person...
I hope transitions between POVs was okay; I try to tie them together with connecting emotions (the Mello to Light shift) and events (The L to Near shift). I really need opinions on what people think of that.
I would appreciate reviews so I know if you agree, disagree, love, hate or anything in between. I try to answer questions the best I can without giving stuff away. If my writing or portrayal seems off then please explain why you feel it is. I won't spend massive amounts of time and space at the beginning of the next chapter answering but I'll try to encompass all answers into the "Important Info" corner.
Special thanks to Sae-senpai. You have no idea how much you helped. Really!
Ja ne
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