Sorry for the REALLY late update :( but we've just finished finals, and its been the Christmas season so i didn't have much time to write. i hope this chapter makes up for it. no BB yet, but don't worry, there will be more of his self destructive fetishes to come :) trust me. then well really get into the story. i intend for this story to be over 10 chapts so ill keep writing. i promise :) please comment!
i do not own death note, obviously :(
Monster- chapter 3:
I hear the drum beat.
I feel my own pulse.
I know his laughter.
I see the blades flying.
The only colour I see...one colour...RED.
"NO!!!!!!!" he screamed shrilly, holding his black hair in knots against his skull. His long fingers pulled slowly each strand. One, two, three, one after the other, out of his scalp. The man's eyes were wide, and again glazed, tears spilled from them, and saliva dripped from his agape, gasping mouth. "STOP IT!! PLEASE!!!"
"Mother, and father are dead, and all of it is your fault, Lawli-pop." Beyond laughed, skipping around the room cheerfully. "They're both dead, and its cause of you. Poor little Lawli, what are you going to do? HAHAHAHA!!!" The bright red eyed little boy continued to prance and sing the song over and over. It tormented his brother, tormented him like Hell itself had been locked away in their room, and the Devil, with the scarlet irises, had been playing a game with him.
"Ryuuzaki?!, what's wrong?" Light went over to the panicking young detective.
His black eyes flashed to the teenager.
"SHUT UP!!!" he screamed.
"SHUT UP!!!" His fists clenched onto the boys shirt, he pulled tightly on the clothing, and planted a foot into his stomach, using that, threw him over him, and across the room.
"Ugh." he grunted, holding his injured rib cage. "Watari..." He whimpered.
"JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!!" the boy cried, slapping his twin across the face with a table lamp. The identical being fell to the floor laughing.
"JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!!" The now 25 year old braced a table lamp in his pale hands, gripping it tightly, and smashed it across the teen's head.
"AGH!" was all he could choke out, before everything went black.
"MOTHER AND FATHER ARE DEAD! AND YOU'RE SINGING YOUR BLOODY SWEET SONGS?! DAMN YOU! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME CAN DO SUCH A THING?! OH, THAT'S RIGHT! FUCKIN' BEYOND CAN! CAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT, B?! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A MONSTER!!!"
He screamed the exact same words, as he beat up Light like he did his brother. Throwing multiple punches to his face, clawing at his skin, and kicking the living shit out of him with muscular, yet thin legs.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKIN' DIE?! WHY BEYOND?! WHY?!"
One person enters the room.
Two seconds it took him to apprehend the fighting boy.
Three words said boy would never speak again: I Love You.
Four words he WOULD say: Damn you to Hell!
Five seconds later, and the detective's world also went black...
The sun rose slowly.
"Where am I?..." He grunted, standing up. Sleeping in the bed next to him, was no one. Light had been up, and around.
"You're in the infirmary room of the building, Ryuuzaki." The brown haired boy said, standing at the foot of the bed. "Tell me, what do you remember from last night?"
"..Nothing. I remember you reviving me after my....panic attack. Taking a bath, Watari giving me medication, then being put to bed....That's it."
"So you don't remember waking up screaming, throwing me across the room, then bashing me in the head with a lamp?" The man looked stunned.
"...No..No, no, no, no, no.....I did that?...." His face was covered in dread. "My God...Things have gotten worse...." He whispered to himself, but failed. Light over heard.
"What is it, Ryuuzaki?! What's wrong with you?.." He showed genuine concern. But this boy was Kira, why would he care? The detective sat up in the bed, allowing the blanket to fall off his bandaged chest. But his arms gave out, and caused him to fall back on the mattress. "Huh?..." The boy walked to his side. "Here. Let me help you..." He placed one hand on his back, and the other firmly on his stomach.
He was warm, and boney like an anorexic girl. But his skin was white, and beautiful. Light's breath hitched, at the feel of the detective's body.
He placed the man upright against the headboard.
"Watari gave you some sedatives to calm you down, and kinda..black you out."
"..I see.. So, it was completely necessary for me to be sedated in order to stop me from hurting you anymore than I did." He held his head. "My God, it has never gotten this far.."
"Ryuuzaki, just tell me wha-"
"I have a very extreme case of post traumatic stress disorder..." he explained.
"Well, that makes sense.." It did, the physical outburst, nightmares, lack of sleep, separation from human contact.
"Now, I must speak to Watari." He tried to stand, but fell.
"Ryuuzaki!" The boy helped him up, lifting him up from his back. He froze in horror. Carved distinctively onto the man's back, was a giant B. It was a darker colour than his skin, and was surrounded by what looked like old stab marks. "Ry- Ryuuzaki...was this from..your brother?.."
"WHO TOLD YOU?" He said cold, and venomously, turning his head. The man turned, and back handed the boy across the face.
Light stood, stunned. The raven's behavior had changed on a dime, and so extremely. He could see the hate in the man's black eyes when the word 'brother' came up. He knelled, holding a hand to the spot he had stricken.
"Don't EVER mention my brother." He spat, and walked out of the room.