Death Note - Orange"Beyond."
He doesn't answer.
"Come on, Beyond. You can't stay here sulking forever."
"I'm not sulking," was the curt answer.
A sigh. "That means you're totally sulking."
The boy waits a while for Beyond to respond, and when Beyond doesn't, the boy crawls up to the attic of his own volition.
He sneezes. "Jeez, don't know why you like this place so much. So dusty." Another sneeze, as if to prove his point. "But, I guess it does feel cozy, safe." He smiles, although he is only facing Beyond's back. "Anyway, Beyond, come down. It's time for lunch."
"Don't want to."
"Why? Because of your little temper tantrum this morning? Just forget that. Everyone gets angry once in a while."
"It's not because of that, Matt!"
Matt is unfazed by the sudden change in temper. (He is best friends with Mello, after all.) "Then what's wrong?" Though Matt has never been as smart as Beyond (or Mello or Near), Matt is infinitely patient and understands in unexpected ways.
"It's L!" Of course, it is always about L
no titleBacked up against the wall, there is no way out.
He smiles thinly and mouths a small, "Sorry," a sad imitation of remorse. The gun that he held in his hand doesn't shake in the least as he pulls his trigger, still smiling, calm as he always is and always will be.
He doesn't miss.
He never misses.
Death Note - AnomalyNamikawa is looking out the window of his office, watching the crowd of people below almost dispassionately. From his view, they all look to be the same, a giant entity moving to and fro like the tide. They are synchronized, and the pattern seems almost perfect. But, of course, there is an anomaly. There are always anomalies. This time, the pattern is broken up by a single person, ant-like from Namikawa's view, who seems to be set apart from the others, and not just because of his red hair. The man watches with something almost like interest as the ant below enters his office building.
Moments later, the phone rings, and Namikawa finds that he has been expecting it.
"Hello, Namikawa speaking."
"Mr. Namikawa, there's a boy here requesting to see you. He doesn't seem to have an appointment."
"What does he look like?"
"He has red hair, appears to be in his mid-teens. He seems to be a foreigner." A pause. There are muffled voices as the secretary and the visitor converse. Then, "He also sa
a pile of ashes - ch01"Matt."
The boy furrowed further into his arms, attempting to create a makeshift barrier between himself and the voice. He wanted to sleep more. It was much too early.
"Matt," the voice repeated, with more force now.
"Waisitnear?" Which, in English, roughly translated to, "What is it, Near?"
"You're drooling on your laptop."
It took a moment for Matt to comprehend that the words "drooling" and "laptop" had just been used in the same sentence. It took another five moments for him to snap up, grab a tissue, and wipe furiously at the saliva that had collected.
"I wouldn't recommend you sleeping on your computer in the future, Matt." Near was mostly serious, but Matt was able to detect a hint of humor.
"I'll try not to make this a habit." For Matt, it was the opposite. He was mostly joking, with a hint of seriousness.
Matt had finished his current hacking assignment late at night, and he thought it would be nice to rest his head a bit. Of course, before he knew it, he had slept for
To Save - Raz and SivRaz was honest. His feelings showed on his face, and he said whatever he thought, without compromise. Though the feelings and words were usually of annoyance or irritation, they were shown and spoken, nonetheless.
Raz never lied. He never had any reason to lie, after all.
Siv, on the other hand, was not honest. He hid everything behind fake, twisted smiles, lacing his words with sugar and caramel.
Though Siv never lied, he also never spoke the truth. He never had any reason to tell the truth, after all.
Raz never inflicted unnecessary pain. Siv revelled in it. Raz knew his limits. Siv barely had any idea of what the word meant. Raz never hated and never loved. Siv hated with passion and, though he would never admit it, loved with passion.
A lot of people liked Siv.
A lot of people hated Raz.
But, similarly, the few that hated Siv, liked Raz, and the few that liked Raz, hated Siv.
They themselves, however, were indifferent to each other. Or, at least, Raz was, as he always is. Siv wasn'
To Save - RazWhen Raz first tried to kill, his hand trembled violently, and he slipped, dropping the knife, letting the target escape. He got severely reprimanded and wasn't able to move correctly for months after, more out of fear than out of pain.
Raz learned a valuable lesson from that.
Never show weakness.
Of course, on his second mission, he succeeded with the kill and was forgiven for his earlier mistake. It was only after everyone else left did Raz let his body get the better of him and vomited, all over the body, all over the ground.
On his second kill, his hand shook slightly less, he didn't throw up, and he was able to put on at least a semblance of normalcy right afterward. On his third, he couldn't even remember the victim's face. And, from the fourth onwards, it was more of a chore to him than anything else. There was no more fear, no more uncertainty.
It was just business.
91. DrowningIt was like falling, only moreso.
It was like dying, only less-so.
It was like drowning, he finally decided. Yes, like drowning, like falling and being smothered, being suffocated.
It was a scary and calming feeling. It was a lot of different things all thrown together in the blender and blended imperfectly together.
It was losing yourself.
It was losing everyone you knew.
It was losing the world.
Ariel was drowning.
He had started drowning a long time ago, though he didn't realize it. (He had always thought he was a good enough swimmer. He had always thought he could stay afloat.) He had thought he could get back up, get back to dry land, but he couldn't, and didn't realize it.
The first time he realized that he was really, without a doubt, really, really drowning was when his sister died. His world had shattered at his feet, a mess of blood and guts and organs and brain matter.
Then, the dreams. Oh, the dreams.
They made Ariel lose himself even more. Every single time he vi