Murder cases and the girl who got caught in-between
I have a secret.
You may know.
You may have heard of the murder cases.
Kira, BB, both villains in their sick twisted minds.
I was supposed to be a victim in the BB case.
I have a probable future of being one in the Kira case.
Why did I survive you ask?
Wanna find out?
His smile twisted evilly, he was having fun with this. He enjoyed my terror…..no….he FED off of it.
I shuddered, twisting my head away as his fingers reached out to toy with a lock of my hair.
“If you’re going to kill me then just do it already.” I whispered, trying to keep my voice even all though fear was plain in every move I made every breath I took.
BB was so close I could feel his breath on my face seeing as if I moved my head up I’m sure I’d smack into him. He smelled like strawberry jam.
“No. I’m not going to kill you.” He whispered, flicking his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up towards his. His lips crashed to mine bruisingly rough and almost painful. His eyes were wide open watching me curiously.
I didn’t see the flash of his knife. I only felt the pain as he stabbed it into my side. I screamed against his lips the pain excruitiatingly unbearable. I just wanted to fold up inside myself and not feel this ever again.
BB parts from my mouth licking my blood off his fingertips, a sly smile on his lips.
“I’m not going to kill you. L will find you and all will be right as rain. But remember, you survived because I let you. Next time, I may not be so nice.”
The scar showed itself in the mirror the whitepinkishness of it a contrast in my pale skin. I looked at the mirror disdainfully as if it showed all my secrets out for the world to see.
I started pulling the shirt down, brushing away L’s hand.
“Would you stop that already!?” I laughed, attempting to get ready for work while he did everything L-ly possible to stop me from getting out the apartment door.
L’s hands once again traveled up my sides as I tried to put on eyeliner and totally failed, creating a beautiful giant black smudge under my eye that look similar to L’s.
I tugged my shirt down again and batted at his hands once more.
L’s lips pressed against my neck as he looked at my now single shadowed eye in the mirror. “It’s me!” He whispered chuckling and sending vibrations through my skin.
“Ha-ha very funny.” I chuckled back, wiping at the smudge. L’s thumb casually traced over the obvious scar on my side, a tell tale sign he was thinking about that night and what it would be like if BB hadn’t spared me. Thinking about how he blamed himself.
I gasped in pain collapsing to the floor blood staining the ground and even the wall. Of course he took the knife with him as he stormed out of the apartment.
I couldn’t move, everything I did was a force of pain to my body, even breathing hurt. I leaned my head back against the wall, beads of sweat dripping across my forehead.
I was too scared to close my eyes, because, what if he came back?
The door was wide open, BB didn’t shut it and I was in plain view of the door. I checked the clock, L should be home soon.
I forced myself to move to do something, help myself maybe.
I couldn’t, I made it as far as the couch, hand clutching my side before I collapsed, leaving a thick trail of blood in my wake.
I gasped in pain again, breath heaving in and out.
There was the noise of footsteps and I knew L was home.
I could see his face from over the couch.
He was frozen, staring at the blood on the wall, staring at the trail on the ground. Just staring, his eyes wide and helpless.
“ASH!” He finally yelled, saying my chosen fake name (If anyone knew my real name I’d be a definite target for those who disliked L). Screaming it actually, his voice cracking.
“L.” I shakily called out unable to move from my position on the floor.
He ran to me, practically collapsing to the floor, not caring if he bloodied himself in his attempt to get to me.
He pulled my onto his lap, stroking my hair, helping to apply pressure to the wound, even going as far to rip material from his own shirt to help make a tourniquet.
“Who did this? What happened?” He said, clipped, his voice shaking, anger and worry masking all sense of calm.
There was so much blood.
“Beyond Birthday.” Was all I needed to say.
L clenched and unclenched his hands looking at me with so much worry, so much love I had to stop his inner ramblings I knew were currently eating him alive by pulling his head down for a gentle kiss.
Yeah, overly dramatic at a time like this but it got his attention and he lifted my bridal style into his arms carrying me and gently laying me on the bed so he could attempt to fix the wound.
I remembered how so many nights he would stay up late, thinking, and believing I didn’t notice this.
How he’d talk to himself when he’d think I was asleep.
His thumb continued his absent mindedly stroking the scar, his eyes totally distanced. At least I could get ready now in somewhat peace.
He didn’t think I could hear him. HE thought I was asleep or passed out again from the pain.
Honestly, it was strange to see L so shaken up that all reasoning and observation was lost completely.
He lay on the bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling, his hand absent mindedly petting my hair. It was strange to listen to him talk to himself, but I guess he thought he could talk to the ‘sleeping me’ well the ‘supposedly thought sleeping me’.
“It's all my fault.” He whispered. “Beyond only meant to hurt me. But because you’re the only thing that matters he’s hurt me in a way he knows I won’t ever recover from.” He sighed voice catching. “And it’s my fault. I KNEW I shouldn’t have ever left you at home alone. Unprotected. I KNEW that he might come after you. I KNEW it. And now, now this happened and you had to pay the price for it.” Another shaky breath. “I love you, and this, I won’t ever forget. I promise, no matter what the cost I’m going to be there for you in the future. I’m going to protect you. Because without you, there is NOTHING.”
I stood at the mirror, satisfied with my reflection for the moment. L was still off in Lala land, still absently stroking my scar and I twisted my head back, gently kissing his cheek.
“L. It’s not your fault.” I whispered into his ear.
I swear he could have been a cat at that moment the way he jumped.
L looked at me, his eyes looking desperately sad and he buried his face into my neck. “You always know what I’m thinking.” He whispered.
“Not always brainiac, but you were doing it again so…..”
He sighed and stopped stroking the scar so he could completely wrap his arms around my waist from behind.
“I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.” He whispered protectively into my neck.
I let him hold me tightly for a few minutes before turning and kissing him with so much love and force behind it he nearly doubled his usual to match mine.
“I have to go to work now.” I mumbled into the kiss, trying to pull back.
L held me tighter to his body for a minute, his eyes squeezed shut.
I almost swore I saw a tear, drip out of the corner of one eye and then he finally, finally let go.
I yanked down my shirt and grabbed my bag. “Love you.” I whispered closing the door behind me.
“Love you too.” I heard him say.
Yes the usual morning routine.
5 hours later
“What? Are you sure? You’re positive?” L’s voice.
I paused, listening in on the conversation through the door, my key in the lock.
“He’s dead. Beyond is actually dead.” A statement. “Thank god.” A pause. “Yes I know Kira is bad. Very bad.” Another pause. “Yes. She doesn’t need to know about this. We don’t need to open that traumatizing wound again.”
I waited a few minutes after hearing the phone click before unlocking and opening the door.
I smiled brightly, trying to be casual to pretend I didn’t hear the conversation. Or at least L’s half.
L looked up at me from his monkey perch on the sofa. In that exact instant he looked like a cross between a monkey and a panda. He looked about ready to lunge over the couch to get to me.
I took the pins out of my hair, setting them on the table and took off my jacket and skirt until I was left wearing my camisole and shorts.
L looked at me, that adorable smile on his face that would make one think he was so innocent and adorable.
I raised an eyebrow at that smile, asking without words ‘what?’
“Beautiful.” Was all he said, climbing OVER the couch to get to me and wrap me tightly in his arms.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards the couch, leaning back and thankful for the relaxation after a tough day.
L sat next to me, of course it wasn’t anyone’s normal version of ‘sitting’ but somehow he found a way to place me in his lap and watch the television program for all of two seconds.
The phone rang and L snatched it with cat-like reflexes bringing it to his ear in the strange way that makes me laugh.
L seemed to listen intently his head inclined so he was staring off into space at the ceiling.
I could hear murmurs from whoever was on the other line.
Finally L nodded and spoke. “All right, I’ll be right over.” He hung up, clicked the phone back to its rightful place.
“What is it?” I asked, leaning back against L’s chest and titling my head back to look at him.
“There’s been some new information in the Kira case…..I have to go now.”
I sighed and climbed off of L’s lap. “I didn’t get to tell you about who I ran into today.” I pouted cutely, just so he’d listen to my stupid story and stay with me for a few more minutes.
He chuckled and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my nose. “Who did you run into today?”
I smiled back. “Matsuda.”
“Oh and this is noteworthy because?” L laughed.
“Because you never told me there was a new member on the task force.”
L’s eyes darkened and all hints of a smile slowly vanished.
I ignored the bipolarness of the mood shift and continued to talk. “Yeah, he was with Matsuda, Light. Light Yagami. He seems like a nice person.”
“What did he say?” L asked too quiet for me to hear, his voice soft.
“What?” I asked.
L grabbed my shoulders looking at me with worry filled eyes. “What did he say? Tell me what happened exactly.”
I looked at him, trying to figure out why he was so nervous, so…..scared. It was making my nervous as well. I answered anyways. “Matsuda saw me, waved me over.” I paused, thinking, trying to remember exactly what happened. Details. L liked the details. “Mastuda smiled and pointed to the brunette brownish eyed Light, and said that this was Light Yagami and that his dad was the chief and he now was part of the task force. Matsuda then introduced Light to me by saying that my name was Ash, because L didn’t like to reveal my name to anyone because I was his girlfriend.” I paused thinking again, not liking the way L’s face became emotionless, his eyes hollow and empty. “I think there was a girl with Light, she was clinging to him and she had blonde hair…..Misa I think her name was.”
L let go of my shoulders. “I have to go. Now.” He said, getting off the couch and nearly running to the door. “Don’t let anyone in, call me if there are any problems. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” His voice had that desperate I’m-trying-to-stay-calm tone to it and I nodded, watching utterly confused as L left me in the apartment alone, with the TV flickering bright pictures.
I sighed and flopped across the couch, my hair creating a curtain that separated me from this room.
An hour went by.
Two.
I missed L.
Another hour.
There was a knock on the door.
I bolted up running to go answer it, thinking it was L. Completely and totally forgetting the fact that L has a key and that he specifically told me NOT to let anyone in.
I threw open the door.
It wasn’t L.
I tried closing the door but it didn’t work I couldn’t get it shut in time and it flew open causing me to fall backwards and landing on my butt.
I stared up, wide eyed and horrified.
BB.
“Y-You’re supposed to be dead.” I whispered trying to crawl backwards, my breath catching in my throat.
BB only smiled and toyed with the knife.
“I told you I let you live. And now with this new Kira thing I think I’m going to collect another life. But I’ll make it in the name of Kira of course, because truth be told, I think I might actually become a Kira follower, just because it make L squirm.” He leaned in at the word follower his face inches from mine again, breath still smelling like strawberry jam.
I wondered when L was coming home.
As if on cue, the phone rang. BB smirked reaching over to pick it up and pressing it to his ear. He only listened.
I knew it was L, because BB smiled a satisfactory smile hanging up on L before I had the chance to scream anything.
I shivered, crawling faster now until I got to my feet and I bolted deeper into the apartment.
BB only smiled and caught me with ease, one hand holding the knife pressing it against my throat.
“I told you,” He started. “I let you live.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and I shook my head, twisting this way and that. “I won’t let you live this time.”
I blinked back tears and I squirmed, he jammed the knife into my ribcage, making me scream.
Another stab, another scream of pain that echoed with the terrible ripping sensation as he sliced through my skin.
Three stabs total and he dropped me on the ground in a pool of my own blood.
I couldn’t breathe. I was desperately scared. I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even move at all. Everything hurt, the world was going fuzzy.
There was the sound of tires squealing outside of the complex.
BB smiled at me. “Tell L that a Kira follower wanted to prove a point to L that he should quit now, before he loses the most important thing to him, you.”
“B-but if I’m dying the-then how will I be able to tell him?” I choked out, blood dripping down my lips.
BB licked the blood off the knife. “Hm now that is a dilemma, isn’t it?” I watched as right before my eyes, the boy disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Once again the door was wide open.
It was like his calling card.
I let out a scream of pain as I tried to stand up and get myself to the bathroom.
But I couldn’t move, I could only stay in my collapsed heap.
L ran in not two seconds later, his eyes wild and completely scared and worried. He ran rampant around the apartment until he saw me. He covered a hand over his mouth and bent down lifting me onto his lap like he did the last time BB came.
He lifted me into his arms running with me until we got to the car where Watari sat in the driver’s seat, eyes also clouded with worry for my safety.
I closed my eyes, feeling myself slip away slowly and painfully into darkness.
“Kira.” I whispered. “Follower. Told me……to tell you……to quit…..before you lose me.” I winced and bit back a scream of pain as I was shifted into the car and as the car drove away.
L looked down on me, his eyes looking about ready to spill over with tears. I looked up at him, shaking my head. “It’s not your fault.”
L leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” He whispered.
L
NEXT MORNING
Gauze wrapped around her torso, he eyes were shut head tilted towards me. I was leaned across the chair, face buried in her side, hand clutching hers.
I woke up; pretty sure the shadows under my eyes grew to twice their size from this sleepless night.
Her hand in mine was cold.
I looked down at it for a minute, pausing and shaking as if this was all a bad dream and I could wake up from it.
I couldn’t.
I stood up, leaning over her and climbing onto the bed, pulling her onto my lap and rocking back and forth with her.
A few tears managed to flow against my will.
I gently bent down and pressed my lips to her cold ones.
I crinkled my brow, lifting my head up and staring down at the lifeless form in my arms.
“You taste like strawberry jam.”
You may know.
You may have heard of the murder cases.
Kira, BB, both villains in their sick twisted minds.
I was supposed to be a victim in the BB case.
I have a probable future of being one in the Kira case.
Why did I survive you ask?
Wanna find out?
His smile twisted evilly, he was having fun with this. He enjoyed my terror…..no….he FED off of it.
I shuddered, twisting my head away as his fingers reached out to toy with a lock of my hair.
“If you’re going to kill me then just do it already.” I whispered, trying to keep my voice even all though fear was plain in every move I made every breath I took.
BB was so close I could feel his breath on my face seeing as if I moved my head up I’m sure I’d smack into him. He smelled like strawberry jam.
“No. I’m not going to kill you.” He whispered, flicking his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up towards his. His lips crashed to mine bruisingly rough and almost painful. His eyes were wide open watching me curiously.
I didn’t see the flash of his knife. I only felt the pain as he stabbed it into my side. I screamed against his lips the pain excruitiatingly unbearable. I just wanted to fold up inside myself and not feel this ever again.
BB parts from my mouth licking my blood off his fingertips, a sly smile on his lips.
“I’m not going to kill you. L will find you and all will be right as rain. But remember, you survived because I let you. Next time, I may not be so nice.”
The scar showed itself in the mirror the whitepinkishness of it a contrast in my pale skin. I looked at the mirror disdainfully as if it showed all my secrets out for the world to see.
I started pulling the shirt down, brushing away L’s hand.
“Would you stop that already!?” I laughed, attempting to get ready for work while he did everything L-ly possible to stop me from getting out the apartment door.
L’s hands once again traveled up my sides as I tried to put on eyeliner and totally failed, creating a beautiful giant black smudge under my eye that look similar to L’s.
I tugged my shirt down again and batted at his hands once more.
L’s lips pressed against my neck as he looked at my now single shadowed eye in the mirror. “It’s me!” He whispered chuckling and sending vibrations through my skin.
“Ha-ha very funny.” I chuckled back, wiping at the smudge. L’s thumb casually traced over the obvious scar on my side, a tell tale sign he was thinking about that night and what it would be like if BB hadn’t spared me. Thinking about how he blamed himself.
I gasped in pain collapsing to the floor blood staining the ground and even the wall. Of course he took the knife with him as he stormed out of the apartment.
I couldn’t move, everything I did was a force of pain to my body, even breathing hurt. I leaned my head back against the wall, beads of sweat dripping across my forehead.
I was too scared to close my eyes, because, what if he came back?
The door was wide open, BB didn’t shut it and I was in plain view of the door. I checked the clock, L should be home soon.
I forced myself to move to do something, help myself maybe.
I couldn’t, I made it as far as the couch, hand clutching my side before I collapsed, leaving a thick trail of blood in my wake.
I gasped in pain again, breath heaving in and out.
There was the noise of footsteps and I knew L was home.
I could see his face from over the couch.
He was frozen, staring at the blood on the wall, staring at the trail on the ground. Just staring, his eyes wide and helpless.
“ASH!” He finally yelled, saying my chosen fake name (If anyone knew my real name I’d be a definite target for those who disliked L). Screaming it actually, his voice cracking.
“L.” I shakily called out unable to move from my position on the floor.
He ran to me, practically collapsing to the floor, not caring if he bloodied himself in his attempt to get to me.
He pulled my onto his lap, stroking my hair, helping to apply pressure to the wound, even going as far to rip material from his own shirt to help make a tourniquet.
“Who did this? What happened?” He said, clipped, his voice shaking, anger and worry masking all sense of calm.
There was so much blood.
“Beyond Birthday.” Was all I needed to say.
L clenched and unclenched his hands looking at me with so much worry, so much love I had to stop his inner ramblings I knew were currently eating him alive by pulling his head down for a gentle kiss.
Yeah, overly dramatic at a time like this but it got his attention and he lifted my bridal style into his arms carrying me and gently laying me on the bed so he could attempt to fix the wound.
I remembered how so many nights he would stay up late, thinking, and believing I didn’t notice this.
How he’d talk to himself when he’d think I was asleep.
His thumb continued his absent mindedly stroking the scar, his eyes totally distanced. At least I could get ready now in somewhat peace.
He didn’t think I could hear him. HE thought I was asleep or passed out again from the pain.
Honestly, it was strange to see L so shaken up that all reasoning and observation was lost completely.
He lay on the bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling, his hand absent mindedly petting my hair. It was strange to listen to him talk to himself, but I guess he thought he could talk to the ‘sleeping me’ well the ‘supposedly thought sleeping me’.
“It's all my fault.” He whispered. “Beyond only meant to hurt me. But because you’re the only thing that matters he’s hurt me in a way he knows I won’t ever recover from.” He sighed voice catching. “And it’s my fault. I KNEW I shouldn’t have ever left you at home alone. Unprotected. I KNEW that he might come after you. I KNEW it. And now, now this happened and you had to pay the price for it.” Another shaky breath. “I love you, and this, I won’t ever forget. I promise, no matter what the cost I’m going to be there for you in the future. I’m going to protect you. Because without you, there is NOTHING.”
I stood at the mirror, satisfied with my reflection for the moment. L was still off in Lala land, still absently stroking my scar and I twisted my head back, gently kissing his cheek.
“L. It’s not your fault.” I whispered into his ear.
I swear he could have been a cat at that moment the way he jumped.
L looked at me, his eyes looking desperately sad and he buried his face into my neck. “You always know what I’m thinking.” He whispered.
“Not always brainiac, but you were doing it again so…..”
He sighed and stopped stroking the scar so he could completely wrap his arms around my waist from behind.
“I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.” He whispered protectively into my neck.
I let him hold me tightly for a few minutes before turning and kissing him with so much love and force behind it he nearly doubled his usual to match mine.
“I have to go to work now.” I mumbled into the kiss, trying to pull back.
L held me tighter to his body for a minute, his eyes squeezed shut.
I almost swore I saw a tear, drip out of the corner of one eye and then he finally, finally let go.
I yanked down my shirt and grabbed my bag. “Love you.” I whispered closing the door behind me.
“Love you too.” I heard him say.
Yes the usual morning routine.
5 hours later
“What? Are you sure? You’re positive?” L’s voice.
I paused, listening in on the conversation through the door, my key in the lock.
“He’s dead. Beyond is actually dead.” A statement. “Thank god.” A pause. “Yes I know Kira is bad. Very bad.” Another pause. “Yes. She doesn’t need to know about this. We don’t need to open that traumatizing wound again.”
I waited a few minutes after hearing the phone click before unlocking and opening the door.
I smiled brightly, trying to be casual to pretend I didn’t hear the conversation. Or at least L’s half.
L looked up at me from his monkey perch on the sofa. In that exact instant he looked like a cross between a monkey and a panda. He looked about ready to lunge over the couch to get to me.
I took the pins out of my hair, setting them on the table and took off my jacket and skirt until I was left wearing my camisole and shorts.
L looked at me, that adorable smile on his face that would make one think he was so innocent and adorable.
I raised an eyebrow at that smile, asking without words ‘what?’
“Beautiful.” Was all he said, climbing OVER the couch to get to me and wrap me tightly in his arms.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards the couch, leaning back and thankful for the relaxation after a tough day.
L sat next to me, of course it wasn’t anyone’s normal version of ‘sitting’ but somehow he found a way to place me in his lap and watch the television program for all of two seconds.
The phone rang and L snatched it with cat-like reflexes bringing it to his ear in the strange way that makes me laugh.
L seemed to listen intently his head inclined so he was staring off into space at the ceiling.
I could hear murmurs from whoever was on the other line.
Finally L nodded and spoke. “All right, I’ll be right over.” He hung up, clicked the phone back to its rightful place.
“What is it?” I asked, leaning back against L’s chest and titling my head back to look at him.
“There’s been some new information in the Kira case…..I have to go now.”
I sighed and climbed off of L’s lap. “I didn’t get to tell you about who I ran into today.” I pouted cutely, just so he’d listen to my stupid story and stay with me for a few more minutes.
He chuckled and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my nose. “Who did you run into today?”
I smiled back. “Matsuda.”
“Oh and this is noteworthy because?” L laughed.
“Because you never told me there was a new member on the task force.”
L’s eyes darkened and all hints of a smile slowly vanished.
I ignored the bipolarness of the mood shift and continued to talk. “Yeah, he was with Matsuda, Light. Light Yagami. He seems like a nice person.”
“What did he say?” L asked too quiet for me to hear, his voice soft.
“What?” I asked.
L grabbed my shoulders looking at me with worry filled eyes. “What did he say? Tell me what happened exactly.”
I looked at him, trying to figure out why he was so nervous, so…..scared. It was making my nervous as well. I answered anyways. “Matsuda saw me, waved me over.” I paused, thinking, trying to remember exactly what happened. Details. L liked the details. “Mastuda smiled and pointed to the brunette brownish eyed Light, and said that this was Light Yagami and that his dad was the chief and he now was part of the task force. Matsuda then introduced Light to me by saying that my name was Ash, because L didn’t like to reveal my name to anyone because I was his girlfriend.” I paused thinking again, not liking the way L’s face became emotionless, his eyes hollow and empty. “I think there was a girl with Light, she was clinging to him and she had blonde hair…..Misa I think her name was.”
L let go of my shoulders. “I have to go. Now.” He said, getting off the couch and nearly running to the door. “Don’t let anyone in, call me if there are any problems. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” His voice had that desperate I’m-trying-to-stay-calm tone to it and I nodded, watching utterly confused as L left me in the apartment alone, with the TV flickering bright pictures.
I sighed and flopped across the couch, my hair creating a curtain that separated me from this room.
An hour went by.
Two.
I missed L.
Another hour.
There was a knock on the door.
I bolted up running to go answer it, thinking it was L. Completely and totally forgetting the fact that L has a key and that he specifically told me NOT to let anyone in.
I threw open the door.
It wasn’t L.
I tried closing the door but it didn’t work I couldn’t get it shut in time and it flew open causing me to fall backwards and landing on my butt.
I stared up, wide eyed and horrified.
BB.
“Y-You’re supposed to be dead.” I whispered trying to crawl backwards, my breath catching in my throat.
BB only smiled and toyed with the knife.
“I told you I let you live. And now with this new Kira thing I think I’m going to collect another life. But I’ll make it in the name of Kira of course, because truth be told, I think I might actually become a Kira follower, just because it make L squirm.” He leaned in at the word follower his face inches from mine again, breath still smelling like strawberry jam.
I wondered when L was coming home.
As if on cue, the phone rang. BB smirked reaching over to pick it up and pressing it to his ear. He only listened.
I knew it was L, because BB smiled a satisfactory smile hanging up on L before I had the chance to scream anything.
I shivered, crawling faster now until I got to my feet and I bolted deeper into the apartment.
BB only smiled and caught me with ease, one hand holding the knife pressing it against my throat.
“I told you,” He started. “I let you live.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and I shook my head, twisting this way and that. “I won’t let you live this time.”
I blinked back tears and I squirmed, he jammed the knife into my ribcage, making me scream.
Another stab, another scream of pain that echoed with the terrible ripping sensation as he sliced through my skin.
Three stabs total and he dropped me on the ground in a pool of my own blood.
I couldn’t breathe. I was desperately scared. I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even move at all. Everything hurt, the world was going fuzzy.
There was the sound of tires squealing outside of the complex.
BB smiled at me. “Tell L that a Kira follower wanted to prove a point to L that he should quit now, before he loses the most important thing to him, you.”
“B-but if I’m dying the-then how will I be able to tell him?” I choked out, blood dripping down my lips.
BB licked the blood off the knife. “Hm now that is a dilemma, isn’t it?” I watched as right before my eyes, the boy disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Once again the door was wide open.
It was like his calling card.
I let out a scream of pain as I tried to stand up and get myself to the bathroom.
But I couldn’t move, I could only stay in my collapsed heap.
L ran in not two seconds later, his eyes wild and completely scared and worried. He ran rampant around the apartment until he saw me. He covered a hand over his mouth and bent down lifting me onto his lap like he did the last time BB came.
He lifted me into his arms running with me until we got to the car where Watari sat in the driver’s seat, eyes also clouded with worry for my safety.
I closed my eyes, feeling myself slip away slowly and painfully into darkness.
“Kira.” I whispered. “Follower. Told me……to tell you……to quit…..before you lose me.” I winced and bit back a scream of pain as I was shifted into the car and as the car drove away.
L looked down on me, his eyes looking about ready to spill over with tears. I looked up at him, shaking my head. “It’s not your fault.”
L leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” He whispered.
L
NEXT MORNING
Gauze wrapped around her torso, he eyes were shut head tilted towards me. I was leaned across the chair, face buried in her side, hand clutching hers.
I woke up; pretty sure the shadows under my eyes grew to twice their size from this sleepless night.
Her hand in mine was cold.
I looked down at it for a minute, pausing and shaking as if this was all a bad dream and I could wake up from it.
I couldn’t.
I stood up, leaning over her and climbing onto the bed, pulling her onto my lap and rocking back and forth with her.
A few tears managed to flow against my will.
I gently bent down and pressed my lips to her cold ones.
I crinkled my brow, lifting my head up and staring down at the lifeless form in my arms.
“You taste like strawberry jam.”