Yes, ladies and gentlefops, I'm back and attempting another one of these things, lol. :) There's gonna be tears, blood, love and happy endings, lets all enjoy the ride.

#1 Dagger

"You must be so proud." My voice echoes into the blackness.

The figure chained to the wall across from me doesn't move. Perhaps he thinks playing possum will make me take pity on them all.

I stay across the room from him, and eye those powerful limbs of his. Years of martial arts, of working to defend himself against the bullshit this world produces. If I was stupid enough to get close to him, he could and would take me out just using his legs.

That's why I left them unchained. He'll be thinking, hoping, wishing that I will just come close enough for him to use them.

But I'm not that stupid.

No. No, I've spent a long time working at not being stupid.

The boy shackled to the wall beside me gives a groan of pain. I grin; my eyes never leave the figure across from me.

"You must be so, so proud." I repeat. The dagger in my hand traces the boy's t-shirt. "He looks so like you did, once."

The boy whimpers. I giggle.

"He's just beautiful, L." I purr, and use the flat of the blade to lift his son's chin. "all that gorgeous blonde hair…and such deep black eyes…" I scowl, my voice turning vicious, "Oh dear, look, he's got them closed. Can't have that, can we?"

Without prompting, the figure speaks in his monotone, "Jay, open your eyes."

The boy does.

They're brimming with tears. Pathetic. I wasn't lying, he is beautiful, and a copy of the man on the other wall, but little pieces of him spoil the image.

Like the blonde hair. In the darkness I can almost make-believe it's black though. And he doesn't have the black rings under his eyes like his father; this little boy's never had to miss a night's sleep in his life.

I bet L made sure of that. He was always so protective of his heirs, when they were little. L, the great defender of all the weak people in the world… If they could see you now, eh, L?

"He's got such fine skin too…" I whisper, and scrape the blade across the wall, enjoying the hiss. "Not like yours though, is it?"
Across the room, L tenses.

I giggle. "No, no, this is more like Misa's."

Oh L, you sentimental fool. Always fell for strong women, didn't you? Angel, Naomi, and…

Well, little Miss Amane may not have looked it, but she was strong as an ox, wasn't she? She'd have to be to put up with Kira and the way he treated her.

I bet you loved that, rescuing her from him. Being her knight in shining armour, promising to protect her from all the wickedness in the world.

"Yes." I whisper. "Just like his mummy." I reach and trace the boy's cheek, he cries out.

L's head lifts, oh how sweet, he's checking to see if I hurt his precious son. As if he could do anything.

"Pity he's so worthless." I mutter, removing my hand. "Honestly, crying like a baby and I haven't even done anything… yet."

L scowls. "You will leave Jay alone."

I start to laugh, I can't help it. It's so damn funny. He really thinks if he just tells me to do something, I will. No, L, I'm not one of your heirs; you can't charm me with that soft, calm voice.

I turn my attention back to the boy.

He was how I found you, L. I faked my own death and got myself out of prison and started looking. I'm ashamed to admit you managed to elude me quite well. Then I saw his photograph.

L, did you really not think someone who knew your face wouldn't see it in him? Wouldn't find his name and work it all out?

"Tell me, little boy, What is your name?" I purr.

The boy chokes with fright. "J-Jay Amane."

I giggle and then punch him. His head collides with the wall and lolls forwards. He coughs.

L's chains jangle musically as he tries to save his son. "Jay!"

The blonde head lifts, groggily.

I smile down into those black eyes. "Try again. Your real name, little boy. Or has daddy told you never to reveal it to anyone?" I raise my eyebrow at L, "So paranoid about names."

Jay shudders. Then mumbles, "Justice Quillish Lawliet."

I start to giggle again. Darling, L gave his son such a wonderful name.

"Do you know what any of it means?" I question.

He doesn't reply. He's afraid of giving the wrong answer. It'd be such a shame for me to have to cut up that divine face of his.

I wave my blade before his eyes; they follow it like a hypnotist's medallion. "Justice, the English word for rightful retribution, the thing that your daddy over there strives to uphold."

L grunts somewhere behind me and tries to move.

"Quillish, the first name of his mentor and father figure, the only person your daddy ever entrusted his life to."

Little blonde Justice's breathing is shaky.

"And Lawliet, your family name, Italian, though god knows your daddy's got blood from all over the world. Italy, Russia, England… a couple of drops from Japan as well."

I take a step back and Justice relaxes just a little.

"Your daddy must have thought a lot of you, to give you all those special names." I purr. "and look what you've done in return, you led your mad uncle BB to him."

He shakes his head, sweat flies from his blonde hair. "You're nothing to do with me." He spits.

A sneer crosses my face; "Blood says differently, little boy. Shall we take some of yours out and compare it?"

"Excuse me."

I twitch and turn.

Next to the blonde boy, that's where I put the other one. She's shackled too. She doesn't look frightened. She doesn't look like anything.

No, that's a lie. Naughty me.

She looks like her father. Somehow. I don't understand how, because everything about her screams 'Misa Amane' to me, her little lace dress, her ebony hair up in a ponytail, tied with ribbons, her dainty little fairy-princess features.

But she looks like L. And it's deeper than just the rings under her eyes and the soft voice she's speaking in. It's in her whole manner, in the way she's not panicking at all, the way she's daring to look directly into my eyes and not flinch like her big brother.

"Yes?" I reply.

She clenches and unclenches her pale white palms, trying to keep the blood flowing.

"Tsuki wishes to know what the point of all this is. You obviously intend to kill everyone in this room, so why are you wasting time?"

Jay wriggles, doubtless he wants to tell her to shut up.

I grin.

"Clever girl." I say softly. "How old are you?"

She barely blinks. "Seven and three months, two days, about five hours and…" she tilts her head, face screwing up in thought, "What time is it exactly?"

I smirk and ignore her. "Oh L, now she's something special. You must have hated when you found out the poor little thing has autism. Like daddy like daughter, hm?"

L doesn't move. Playing possum again.

I crouch down to his daughter's level. "Are you scared, little one?"

She blinks those huge black eyes at me.

"Brian Lawliet." She says in her father's voice.

How did she…

I squint and look harder at her eyes.

And then I laugh. I laugh and laugh until I feel my sides start to hurt and a tear runs down my cheek.

"Oh L… this is just precious." I choke out. "She's got my eyes!"

The little girl's face is impassive. "Insane man will please stop laughing."

I scowl.

Insane? Could someone whose insane have planned all this? Have kidnapped L's precious little children and him all in one go? Have got all three to a secret place?

I raise the blade to her tiny throat. I can see her pulse pumping frantically in the vein there. So she is frightened.

"Don't you touch her!!" Jay yells.

"B, Tsuki did not mean any harm, she's only a child." L tries to reason.

I smirk. "Tsuki, eh? Named her after the greatest capture of your life, L?"

He shakes his head, responding now he believes it might rescue his daughter. It won't, it'll just delay the inevitable.

"Tsuki is called that because her eyes were very round and wise when she was born." His voice is still a monotone, but he's speaking faster.

I turn my attention back on the little girl. "What about your middle name, hmm?" Rem?"

She breathes slowly. One deep gulp could cut her throat. "Rem was Mummy's mother."

How dull. Things are getting boring now. Maybe I should take one of his children's fingers off, or a toe, maybe the little girl's ear.

I hear the faint click of metal on metal. A gun's safety catch being taken off.

"Drop the knife, B."

I don't have to turn around. I know that voice. Last time I heard it, it was still unbroken, childish. Now it's aged, and wise to the ugliness of the world.

"Mello."

Fingers tense on the trigger. "Drop it and move away from the kids, now."

A second click. Did he bring two guns?

"You heard the man, B. Don't make us have to kill you in front of them."

Haha, what a little reunion. Mello's little pet came along too. Sounds like he smokes, his voice is thick and deep. Mello gave him a gun to play with, by the sound of it he's not entirely comfortable with it.

"Mail, Mihael, no need to start firing bullets all over the place… you might hit someone."

Matt's hand trembles slightly, but Mello's made of tougher stuff, it seems.

"Still wearing your cross, Mihael?" I whisper. "The one your mother gave you? Just before she died? Does god forgive murderers and sodomites?"

Mello snarls. Lucky guess on my part that he'd turn out religious and homosexual, a difficult thing for a Catholic. That's right, get angry and make a stupid mistake like you always do.

"Ignore him Mells. He's just trying to get at ya."

"Yes, Mihael, listen to your boyfriend… listen to the reason you'll burn in hell." I add.

I hear Mello move, the snarl in his voice. "You're the fucker who's going to hell, B."

Second lucky guess. Come on, get closer to me, and give me the opportunity I need to take you down.

"Mello." Matt's voice is shaking. "Calm down for god's sake."

Remarkably, I hear the devout behind me quell his rage. Damn.

Plan B then. Hehehe.

"L." I say the name reverently.

"Yes, Beyond?"

I smirk. "You really should be very proud."

And then I drive the blade into my chest.