Title: Captivation

Rating: M

Beta: Mikanis

Pairings: Basically combinations of L, B and Raito.

Warning(s):AU, dark stuff, lemons, extreme mind games, and manipulation. Spoilers for Another Note and L's real name.

Summary: AU. Beyond is interested in L. L is interested in Raito. Raito isn't interested in anything...until he meets B. By the time he realizes he'd rather be bored, it's too late. Yaoi.

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Intellect is finding power, but genius is how you use it.

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Summer break was hot, as always, and the sun shined in B’s crimson eyes as he waited at the alley for Raito to arrive. The top of his head was hot and his pale skin shrieked to be granted the cover of a roof, or at least sun block, but Beyond waited. It wouldn’t due to not be there when Raito came up, it might very well ruin many months of careful planning and infiltration into the boy’s life.

Raito valued schedules, structure, perfection and sameness. Which was probably why he was so bored, of course, but Raito didn’t see it like that. Spontaneity was the route of all chaos in Raito’s mind, not interest. He would much rather have things stay the way they were and be safe, than take a chance to relieve that tedium by risking something.

But B had to work that in slowly. He had to invade Raito’s mind gradually so that Raito wouldn’t even know he was there, taking the controls. It was not easy to penetrate, such minds as Raito’s never were, but that’s what kept B interested, even when Raito’s simple, perfect life bored him mad.

It had been a year, and Raito was the same.

L was the same, as well. It had been an entire year, since be had befriended Raito and more than that since L had started staring at him -and the bastard detective had yet to get tired of watching Raito. It was so damn annoying, even if it was only a small part of L’s life. Just seven seconds of watching, that was it, and it wasn’t like L talked about Raito unless B brought it up.

But part of B just wished L would make a move, talk to Raito -do something, because all that passive observing was a little to creepy for B’s liking. Cute creepy, but creepy.

The worst part of it, perhaps, was that there was nothing sexual about it, B had realized. The gaze was not lustful, only interested, and if L was simply attracted to Raito, that was something he could understand. Hell, it was pretty hard not to be attracted to the boy, especially those rare occasions when Raito indulged in jam after prolonged massive bugging from B and a little splatter of pink liquid stuck to his lip…

Whoa. He was getting so off track.

Anyway, there he was, standing at the corner of the alley and waiting for Mr. I’m-So-Pretty-And-Perfect to show up, and after a few minutes, it finally occurred to him…

Raito was late. That had never happened before. Raito was a prissy, prompt little tight ass and he prided himself on that fact. Perhaps not in those words, but still. Raito was on time, always. B lifted his arm up to check his watch, and then he remembered that he didn’t wear one, so he put his arm back down.

What time was it anyway? How late was Raito? Where that pigs flying in the sky? Or perhaps that was fire, the second sign of the apocalypse, after Yagami Raito being late…

“Hey,” came the voice of the boy that was late, “Sorry I’m late, my mom had to drive me.”

B looked at Raito who was…not in his school uniform. B blinked and peered at the not-school garments consisting up a white button up shirt, beige pants and clean, white sneakers. Raito raised an eyebrow as B shamelessly looked him up and down. It wasn’t as thought B hasn’t ever seen him in normal clothes, but it wasn’t something he’d been expecting today.

“Did you not know it’s summer break?” Raito asked, smirking just a bit and drawing B’s red eyes back up to his face.

“I do not make it a habit of keeping track of school schedules,” B informed him easily, “I am not a pedophile, Raito.”

“That’s good to know,” Raito replied, placing a hand on his hip lightly, with an air of impatience. “Are we going to a coffee shop, or do you have something else planned?”

B lifted his hand to his chin and bit down on his thumb, looking at Raito simply and cocking his head to give off the impression that he was thinking. Around his thumb, he spoke.

“Bowling.”

Raito‘s brow furrowed in a way that Beyond had to admit was rather cute. “Bowling?”

“I believe that’s what I said,” B nodded at the younger man, looking completely serious. Really, Raito wasn’t very good at jokes. Besides, B knew well enough by now that Raito would never wear a pair of shoes that had been passed around through hundreds of people.

“…I don’t bowl.”

“No? Then I suppose we’re going to a coffee shop,” B shrugged and held out his arm, “Come then, we shall journey to the café down the block.”

Raito looked at the outstretched arm, “What do you expect me to do?”

“Take it.”

“…Take it?”

“Yes, hook you’re arm with mine,” B shrugged and continued to hold his arm out, despite the fact that he knew that there was little chance that Raito would take it. Less than 4 percent, to be exact. Raito was not a Public Displays Of Affection type of guy, even if their relationship had escalated the way B had planned. “It’s a perfectly normal thing for friends to do.”

“Are you kidding me? It most certainly is not,” There was a barely noticeable flush on Raito’s cheeks that Beyond took note of pleasantly. “That’s not normal, and I’m not going to hold onto your arm as we walk down the street in front of thousands of people.”

B nodded and let his arm fall to his side. “So if we weren’t in the street, you would take my arm?”

“I never said that.”

“You never denied it, either.”

“Fine, even if we weren’t in the street, I wouldn’t take your arm,” Raito said, crossing his arms in a defensive gesture that only strengthened B’s resolve that -yes, yes he would. “Now, can we go get coffee, please? Or do you wish to have another ridiculous argument in the middle of the sidewalk?”

“Mmmm…choices, choices…”

Raito frowned, and didn’t look amused. Ah, not in a playful mood today then. He was probably more annoyed about his tardiness than Beyond was. B shrugged and ushered Raito to go on and led him to a café that they’d been to quite a few times before.

It was becoming increasingly obvious that Raito was attracted to him, even if the boy hadn’t noticed it yet himself. Beyond often let his fingers brush Raito’s, or pushed a piece of Raito’s eye, or let their thighs touch when they were laying down on the bed next to each other watching television. Raito never protested any of this when they were alone. Which was fine, since B wasn’t exactly looking for a open relationship with him anyway.

They often had conversations like this now, of the semi-flirtatious nature, which further made B think Raito was interested in him. It wasn’t hard, really, it just took a while. Raito wasn’t trusting, so it was taking time to sink his roots into such stiff, hard soil, but he was nearly there. Considering what he knew now, B expected that he’d be sleeping with Raito by Christmas.

L still had no clue who B was seeing just about every day, but had concluded that it was, in fact, a ‘who’ that was taking up B’s spare time. If Beyond had expected L to be jealous by such a conclusion, he was sorely disappointed.

“I have never discouraged romantic relationships, and wish you happiness…as long as it does not interfere with your work load.”

Not jealous at all. In fact, L had seemed almost relieved that B had ‘moved on’.

Oh, if only L knew. If only the older detective knew just who it was that B was seeing, just who would soon be writhing under him and calling B’s name. He’d be jealous then, wouldn’t he? But not of Raito, of B, which just wouldn’t do. But the look on L’s face when he revealed that Raito, the boy he watched longingly but never actually met, was Beyond’s best friend…

What a pretty picture it would create. B imagined those sugar stained lips parting in surprise and those deep black irises bugging out with the shock of it. The expression, the potential for that expression…it sent signals of pleasure down B’s crooked spine. It made B want to tell him, to show Raito to him and…

But he couldn’t, not yet. Not until Raito submitted to him completely, not until they’d had sex, not until Raito and he were actually ‘together’ in a sense. Because until then, there wasn’t much for L to be jealous of except for a year of pleasant afternoons and a few well placed innuendos. Not only did he have to make L want to have Raito like he’d had him, he had to get L to believe that because Raito had submitted to him, he wasn’t good enough. Then, L would move onto B…

Soon, B reminded himself every time he sat across from L and longed to see that shock, that anger. Soon, very soon…he just needed to get Raito to admit it. They didn’t have to start with sex, that would come later. Kisses, maybe, touches…perhaps even a few intense looks that would make Raito think about their relationship a bit more.

As it were, just a few days later, when B and Raito were watching an anime movie in the neat box of cleanliness that was Raito’s room, such an incident occurred.

Raito had, apparently, spent the entire night studying. He was used to pulling all-nighters, and he had a few tests coming up, once school restarted. However, the movie B had brought over for their entertainment purposes didn’t seem to hold Raito’s attention (a shame, too, since it was one of B’s favorites) and said sleepless boy fell fast asleep.

B would be a fool to lie and say that a sleeping Raito wasn’t an endearing Raito. He was completely relaxed for once, his muscles loose and his face uncontrolled. His hair fell in awkward angles that awake-Raito would never allow (unless B asked him too, of course) and he tended to snuggled his face into whatever was closest. At the moment, that was a pillow.

Pausing the movie with the remote, B turned on his side and reached out his hand tentatively, brushing a lock behind Raito’s ear. Raito stayed sleeping. He let the tip if his middle finger lightly trail down the curve of Raito’s unblemished cheek, bringing it to the small bump of the chin, dipping it into the small hollow under the bottom lip and then grazing side lip lightly with his thumb.

Raito did not stir.

B copied his ministrations with his other hand and used the first hand to move down Raito’s long, pale neck and to his broad shoulder and down the length of his body that lay on it’s side on the bed. There was a small incline were the waist was, not a feminine slope, but just enough to define were the stomach met hip. L’s other hand stayed on the pretty face for a moment, sweeping a cautious thumb over the lips, parting them slightly and then gently pulling that hand away.

Still, Raito did not stir.

B’s other hand remained in contact with the slumbering figure, his thin hand stroking Raito’s side repeatedly, getting a feel for the body underneath the clothes. He’d see everything soon, this was just a taste, really. There was a small strip of skin between the tail of the shirt and the beginning of Raito’s trousers that called B’s hand to it. He let his fingers dance across the isle of taut skin, moving to the front just below the shallow navel.

Part of B wanted to cross that line that was drawn so tangibly with the top of Raito’s pants, to let his fingers undo the taunting zipper and unclasp the button and slip his hand inside -

Raito awoke with fluttering eye lashes as B’s nails scraped against his hip.

Brown eyes met red and B’s hand stilled on the hip. Yanking it away would seem even more suspicious than leaving it there. Raito’s brow furrowed slightly before widening, apparently taking notice of the hand on his hip. B imagined that the boy was just realizing how very close they were.

“B…” Raito breathed, his eyes confused, still slightly groggy with sleep. “What…?”

B didn’t say anything in return, instead peering deeply at Raito, thinking quite clearly, as though Raito might be able to hear him, ‘I’m going to kiss you‘. His hand stayed, half his fingers touching skin and the other ones settled on the pants, his thumb moving almost unnoticeable against the fabric of Raito’s shirt.

Raito’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and for some reason Beyond was unprepared for how tempting that small action was.

That was enough, B decided, holding back a smirk as he leaned forward just a bit -for the soul purpose of seeing those eyes shoot open like they did. Good, so Raito did think he was going to kiss him.

“Nothing, it’s just a good part of the movie,” B excused himself, pulling away and removing his hand, “I didn’t want you to miss it.”

Raito was still flustered, B could tell, even though the youth hid it well. If only L slept that heavily, that often. Oh well, this operation was a complete and total success.

Ha. Let the brat stew over that for a while.

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L always insisted on visiting Whammy’s on his birthday.

He would like to say it was force of habit, but that would be a complete lie. He was attached to the place, a large, beautiful mansion reminiscent of a cathedral, with acres and acres of beautiful green grass rolling in every direction. There was only around twenty or so students there, including the three successors that L would probably say hello to for a few minutes before going to his room. To work on cases.

B told him that he didn’t understand why he bothered coming to Whammy’s if he was just going to work like he always did at the countless hotels.

L really didn’t expect him to.

The best detective in the world, obviously, wasn’t the most sentimental person. But B was not sentimental at all. He cherished nothing. Which was probably for the best, since L would find it to be almost disturbing -B wasn’t meant for truly caring about something.

Except jam.

But L wasn’t sure that food item counted. Cake was one thing….but jam? No, it wasn’t sweet enough to be loveable. L shook his head in agreement with his thoughts as he walked down the hallway of Whammy’s, Watari not far behind him. The halls were narrow and long, the marble floor cool beneath his bare feet as he walked to Rogers office to announce his arrival.

A small group of children ran passed, all under ten years old, and they looked at him as they ran passed. They knew he was Ryuuzaki -the man that visited once a year, always on Halloween -but not that he was L. Watari was in only a tuxedo, and the children knew him only as Watari, therefore he was just as much of a mystery to them, none of them knowing (except for the select few smart enough to figure it out) that he was Quillish Whammy, the owner of the genius orphanage in which they lived.

Near, Mello and Matt were among the three that had figured it out. Actually, L suspected that Near had figured it out first. Then he’d hinted at it mockingly in front of Mello, and, scorned, Mello had set off to learn of his identity. L also suspected that Mello had simply told Matt -not because the redheaded gamer was incapable of figuring it out, but it was quite likely he didn’t care enough to look into it.

They knew they were competing to be L’s successors…but they had already resigned themselves, for the most part, to never meeting the man in person.

Whammy’s really was a beautiful building, L thought idly as he continued down the hall toward Roger’s office, peering over to the left to look at the glass stained window depicting Mary holding baby Jesus in man yellow, blues and reds.

“I always thought that was weird,” came a deep voice sickeningly familiar to his own from his right, “I mean, this is a school for geniuses, and geniuses are usually smart enough to figure out that god doesn’t really exist. So why the cathedral theme?”

L looked over at B, who had been attempting to ignore the presence of. The man had insisted on accompanying him to England, as he did every year…and it was not something that L enjoyed. It ruined his time at home for B to be around, just there, his very existence toxic to L’s continued survival. His company sometimes gave L an uneasy feeling in his stomach, even though he hated to admit to himself that B provoked even that little reaction from him.

“Mello believes in God,” L stated easily in response, watching another little boy go passed them, on his own. He looked up, eyes drifting from Watari, to L and then finally to B. Most of the kids in the orphanage knew B, unless they had come in after he had went away, so his presence there was not as mysterious as either L or Watari’s. They did question his resemblance to ‘Ryuuzaki’ and most of the children figured that they were related in some way.

“Yeah, well Mello’s a little kid,” B scoffed, biting on his thumb in an annoying mockery of L’s own habit as they walked, “Oh well. Just saying…they’ve always annoyed me a little.”

“Hm,” L responded nibbling on his own thumb. He did not want to waste his day prattling on about the religious stained glass windows in Whammy’s House.

“Although, at the same time, I don’t think all supernatural is completely impossible,” B gave a secretive little smirk at that, and blinked a few more times than was usual for him, “I mean…did I tell you about that one anime? With the guy who becomes a Shinigami? Isn’t that just the coolest?”

“Yes, we have discussed this cartoon before,” L stated blandly, purposely calling it ‘cartoon’ instead of it’s proper name just to irritated his faux-twin.

“But wouldn’t you want to be a Shinigami if you cool, a God of Death?” B gave a tiny giggle of excitement, “You’d get to use a sword and kill people…”

“I have no wish to kill people, B, we are detectives and therefore you shouldn’t either.”

“But their evil people…demons and such.”

“I still have no wish to kill anyone, with a sword or no.”

“You’re no fun,” B said, pulling a pout that L knew for a fact was fake as they approached the door to Roger’s office. B knocked on the door hard several times.

“Come in,” was replied, muffled through the thick wooden door.

B immediately pushed the door open, and allowed L to walk in ahead of him, and then followed him, Watari coming last. L noted that the office had not changed one bit since his last visit, thought it was Roger, and he really expected nothing less. The carpet was still dark and short, the desk still a plain, light wood and the shelves were still stacked to the brim with book after book about insects.

Inside the room, besides Roger, there were two boys in front of him, one wearing baggy jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt with straight blond hair and the other clad in completely white pajamas, with curly ebony tresses. No, they hadn’t changed much either. Not in looks, anyway…and L doubted their personalities had at all either.

“Where is Matt?” L inquired, not bothering to scan the room again, quite certain the boy in question was not there.

“He’s in the middle of a new game,” Mello replied simply, shrugging his shoulders a bit. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the back wall.

“I see,” L nodded, “Well, it’s good to see you again, Mello, how are your studies going?”

“Excellent, of course,” Mello shrugged, glancing at the pale boy on the floor, who had not looked up or moved once since their arrival.

“Hello, Near,” L greeted, and only then did Near acknowledge their entrance.

“Hello, L,” Near answered, lifting his hand slightly in a half-wave, half dismissive gesture, “B, Watari. Nice to see you. Happy Halloween.”

His sentences where short and clipped, as though it were a computer’s mechanical voice saying it instead of an actual human. L nodded in response and looked to Roger.

“How has everything been?”

“Perfectly fine, of course, sir,” Roger nodded shortly and stood up, “Now, why do you and the boys go up to Mello’s room to find Matt, and Watari and I will stay down here.”

Mello pushed himself off the wall, and Mello let out a soft sigh before packing away his half-done puzzle into the box from which it came. These trip to Whammy’s were also a break for Watari, who would make small talk over Tea with Roger and sleep in a guest bedroom until it was time to leave. Watari didn’t get many breaks, as such was the life of the best detective in the world’s assistant.

“That is acceptable,” L answered, and almost found it strange to be speaking in English when he had spent so much time in Japan, over a year, speaking Japanese.

“Come on then,” Mello said, getting to the door and walking out into the hallway, his stride showing that he had no intention on waiting for Near, who was still in the process of standing up.

L waited for Near outside the door, and B stayed with him. Mello got to the end of the hallway and turned, sighed dramatically and crossed his arms. He tapped his foot in a show of his impatience, and L almost told him that his annoyance was obvious, but thought better of it. Mello respected him, but he was not immune to the child’s wrath when he deliberately picked an argument.

And L did not wish to spend his birthday in that position. And…Mello always got him the good chocolate, and he didn’t want to compromise that either.

Eventually they made it up the stairs, several shuffling feet and deep, forced sighs later. The stairs were wide and long, the steps narrow and the wooden guard rail was thick a smooth. L hated the squeaking sound that B’s hand made as that slime hand, reminiscent of his own, ran up it quickly as he ascended. Just down the hall was the room and that Mello and Matt shared, and it was obvious from the moment that they opened the door that what Mello had said was true.

There was furious beeping sounds and small grunts of exertion heard from the bottom bunk, where Matt sat, jerking his Game Boy around and jumping with his moves. A pink tongue stuck out between thin lips in concentration, and if Matt even noticed them enough to look up, L couldn’t tell from behind the blue tinted goggles. The heavy door slipped shut behind them with a thud and Mello climbed up onto his bunk.

“So, what’s up with you guys?” Mello asked, laying on his back and placing his boot clad feet on the railing. “You finished that robbery case months ago, and you’re still in Japan?”

“Shut the fuck up, Mello, I’m almost there!” Matt shouted, his fingers pressing the buttons in several different combinations, his legs tensing as he made whatever character he was playing jump.

“You shut the fuck up, Matt, you’re the one being a rude ass to L, playing you’re stupid game while he’s over,” Mello picked up the pillow under his head, hooked his arm around the side railing of the top bunk and threw it in Matt’s face.

“FUCK!”

“Anyway,” Mello sat, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the two older geniuses, “Sit down then, why don’t you? Planning to leave that soon?”

L found the nearest computer chair and sat down in it, immediately sitting in his regular, curled pose, and B found the second chair and did the same. Near, who had been silently watching since Roger’s office, had sat directly on the floor immediately upon entering the room. Mello seemed satisfied enough, for he fell off his elbows and folded his arms behind his head, peering up at the ceiling.

“So? Japan? You’re still doing cases from other countries, but …you’re still living there. Nothing big enough for your interest if happening in that country at the moment, so what gives?” said the blond, crossing is ankles.

“L has a crush,” B answered, sucking gently at his index finger, wishing he’d thought to ask Watari to get him some jam. L’s eyes darted over to his look-a-like scathingly.

“You what?” Mello asked, sitting up straight and looking directly at the aforementioned the detective. B really got on L’s nerves sometimes, especially when he purposely misconstrued his intentions. The boy that walked passed the café was really none of Matt and Mello’s business. It wasn’t even B’s, business, really, but the man insisted on joining him for coffee.

“B is incorrect. Although I am observing a student in the Kanto region that had caught my attention, I am not romantically interested in him, or anyone,” L kept his eyes on B, who’s crimson eyes were directed at the ceiling distantly, “B is the one who is involved with someone, not I.”

Matt snorted even in the midst of his brooding over his ruined game. He now lay with a pillow over his face, as though trying to suffocate himself over his failure to defeat the level -the same pillow that had been thrown at him, thus the cause of his loss. He was too downtrodden to really notice that, however, and instead settled for participating in the conversation until L left. Then he would be free to play it again, mostly likely without the wrath of Mello’s pillow.

“I resent the cause of that snort, Matt,” B stated simply, not really resenting it in the least. It was fine with him if people thought him incapable of sustaining a relationship. All the more shock to L when he unvieled it.

“So both of you are staying in Japan for personal reasons?” Near’s drone appeared from the ground, close to the door. He had begun his puzzle again. “That does not sound efficient or logical in the least.”

“If there is a case that requires me to leave Japan, then I will leave,” L gave a small shrug, “Therefore it does no disrupt my schedule.”

“Don’t bug L, freak, like you know better,” Mello pointed at the door, “I’m being nice by letting you hang in here, but I’ll kick your white ass out of here if you annoy me.”

“Mello should know that he is Caucasian as well, therefore it is strange for him to put emphasis on the color of my skin when he is the same race.”

“I’m tanned, dumb ass, and you’re a freaking albino. Not the same,” Mello spat, “Where were we? Oh right, B’s insignificant other. How fun.”

“Doesn’t she mind that you’re gone to England?” Matt asked, pulling the pillow off his

B smirked a tiny bit, “She thinks I’m on a business trip with my boss. Which isn’t entirely incorrect, as you know, Matt.”

“I am still unsure of why you didn’t stay there,” L stated easily, “You’ve been meeting with ‘her’ nearly every day for quite a while.”

“I came last year as well, although you were unaware of our relations at the time,” B answered easily, without hesitation. L knew it wasn’t a woman, B had nothing against them really, and was actually rather fond of Naomi Misora (an FBI agent who had helped them with an American Serial Killer) but he wasn’t sexually attracted to them. Until B had started going out with this person, L had figured it was just him.

That seemed rather arrogant when one thought about it objectively, but what was he supposed to think?

“What cases are you working on now?” Near inquired next, picking up a small white squiggly piece and aligning it with another.

“Damn it, Near, and the gossip was getting good,” Matt drawled, snapping his fingers and adjusting his goggles slightly. L narrowed his eyes at B for a moment, a barely noticeable contraction of the lids; L hadn’t known it had been that long. He’d only noticed a few months prior that it was a romantic relationship, and a few months before that that B was even taking unauthorized breaks to go out.

It made him slightly self conscious that he hadn’t noticed right away. He hadn’t been wrong (of course not, he was never wrong) but he hadn’t been right immediately. Which was almost as bad.

He tried to remind himself that this was B. B was basically as smart as he was, trained to replace him, and so therefore it should be harder to catch him at things. If L had ever wanted to commit a crime, he wouldn’t have been caught, and it was only plausible that B wouldn’t either. Although, dating someone wasn’t a crime, really, it had still been committed in a sneaky fashion.

As though B hadn’t wanted him to know.

Which was just a little bit strange, L thought. Matt and Mello began to bicker, and then Near stated a simple fact and Mello started griping at him. B sat beside him, nibbling and sucking at his thumb absently as he stared at the ceiling, seeming to be thinking of nothing. L wondered vaguely…why B would hide the man he was dating from him. Then, as soon as the thought flashed across his mind, he shut it away.

L wasn’t interested in the secret.

It was B’s business, and L really just didn’t care. That might even be B’s plan, to hide it from him to make it like a puzzle for L to solve, thus making him interested in him. If that was the plot, then L had to commend the younger detective for it. It had almost worked.

The objects of L’s current thoughts looked over at him, blood red eyes meeting his and staying, seeming to twist and lock the black irises there.

B’s lips curled into a tiny, playful smirk.

And then he winked.

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It was the end November and it was cold all over again. It hadn’t snowed yet that year, but the weather report said to expect it within the week. He held his hands in his pockets as he strolled out of the school building and into the sidewalk, walking through groups of his fellow classmates. A flash of black in the center of the large patch of green caught Raito’s eye and he walked over to it idly.

Bending over and picking it up, Raito cocked his head to the side as he read the cover. Death Note, how funnily morbid. B would probably love it. Raito flipped it open and found several rules written in some sort of white ink that was not ink on black pages at the front of it.

The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

Raito raised an eyebrow and then scoffed, reading the rest of the rules quickly and tucking it into his backpack; B would find it interesting. But there was really no reason for Raito to even try it. If it was fake, it didn’t matter, and if was real…well, what would he do with a death notebook? He wasn’t going to kill anyone, he wasn’t a murderer.

It was fake, anyway, it had to be. It wasn’t even worth showing the older man, really.

Besides…what did he want something like that for? The only thing it would be really useful for was relieving boredom, and…Raito wasn’t bored anymore.

He had B.

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Mmm...this was prewritten, so I figured I might as well post this since ROH hasn't been updated in a while. No worries, not abandoned. I think I lost the editted version of this, sorry...I'll look for it later, but I don't think it has TOO many errors...so yeah.

How'd this chapter go? Please tell me? O O

Nilah