Authors Note: You guys had the same exact comment, you know… Sonoko and Broken. You guys twinnies? Twinnies like me and KN? –nudge- hmm?
Disclaimer: I DO OWN ANOTHER NOTE, I got it in the mail this morning. OuO/
He was... thinking...
Sitting in the dark room, thinking about nothing, it seemed. A feeling of sorrow so profound it was numbing. His eyes stayed open, staring at the wall across from himself. There were not pictures, not anything of interest, just a blank hotel wall, devoid of useless paintings and decorations. It depressed him, for some strange reason. But at this moment he was sure everything did.
He didn't enjoy being in this mood. It was unfamiliar, and furthermore there wasn't a single thing he could do to change it.
He continued staring at the blank wall. Thinking about the orphanage and its ever so similar disposition.
There was a dull ache in his throat, another thing that he was sure he'd never experienced before, well maybe…
There was when he was a little child. He remembers feeling similar to this when his mom died, too. Maybe.
But this was slightly… very… different.
Every single thought, action… movement… observation… all of it brought him back to something from his past, and somehow… he longed to be in that moment again.
He, by some means, started thinking about Naomi Misora, and how she carried herself so well, even though she had an apparent dislike of him. He kind of wished he could go back and speak to her earnestly, who knows, she could have been the one to straighten him out…
No… that's not right.
B shook his head, trying hard to bring himself back to the present.
"Naomi is dead. You can't talk to her." He said insipidly, scolding himself for even thinking about such useless things.
His fingertips made their way to his neck, where burns from his past hurt as if they were being inflicted at this very moment.
A failed attempt. A failed mission.
He was not better than anyone.
Especially not L.
His hand tightened around his neck, "I am a stupid human being."
Liar, you're not even human, he thought.
I wonder if you're even able to die.
"Ryuk." Light said passively, writing in his precious little murder device. Ryuk sat up straight, "Nyeh?"
"You see Rikiya differently than we humans do. Don't you." He said, he chose his words carefully. His question could be taken literally… if it called for that.
"Oh, so you noticed." Ryuk chuckled, "Yeah, what of it?"
"What is it… why is he a "thing" and not a human."
Hyuk hyuk…
"Now, I told you. I don't take sides, and as far as I know. Telling you things about birthday-boy would definitely affect things here."
Light raised a brow, "Birthday boy?" he asked, but quickly shook away the unimportance of the question, "N-no, What could be that important about him? …
Is it anything I can bribe out of you?"
"Watari." L growled, pushing the door open furiously. The members of the NPC turned to him in shock.
"Call a fucking ambulance." He said, his words were English.
Watari nodded and commenced with fulfilling the demand. L sat down, unlike his normal self, he actually sat. He stretched himself out and looked at the ceiling, sighing, "This is so stupid." He said, English again. The NPC members were thoroughly confused; none of them knew very much English.
L turned to look at them, his eyes more tired than usual, "B tried to kill himself." He stated in Japanese. They looked shocked, to say the least. And L wondered why.
He held his hands out, there was blood drying on them, and the previously unnoticed white shirt L wore wasn't white at all.
Matsuda shrunk away from the sight of the red substance, "uhg, is… is he okay now?" He asked, averting his eyes.
"Well, he's not going to die. But I'm certain he will require significant medical assistance…" L said, struggling with his shirt. Blood was something he very much disliked when it wasn't his own. And usually the ladder case aswell. As soon as the cloth was removed he threw it, indiscriminate of direction, eager to separate it from himself.
Matsuda 'eek'd when it landed on him, quickly tossing it aside.
"I have blood on me. I have his blood on me." L said, feet firmly on the ground, hands in front of his face, "Oh gods. I have his blood on me… This is beyond disturbing. And he probably considers this to be intimate terms. Oh god. I feel disgusting…"
Aizawa stared at the detective in mild disgust. His 'friend' was quite possibly on the verge of death and obviously in bad enough mental condition to fully accept this, even demand it. And all he could think of was how gross it was to have someone else's blood on his hands?
He walked over to the detective, who was now actually shaking, and grabbed him by his shoulders. "You need to calm down." He demanded, glaring into those dead eyes, "You're acting like a child. You need to calm down and shut. up."
The physical contact only made it worse. L hated that above all else. And now not only did he have blood all over him but he feared for his life? Not good at all.
"Aizawa-san. I understand. Please let go now." He said, shaking violently from the mounting stress and subdued hysteria.
No movement was made to let go, and L was so close to snapping it was stupid.
No one was really clear on what the breaking of L's mental barrier quite meant, and the only person who was really qualified to handle the situation was currently in an ambulance with the one person who could maybe hold him back.
Hopefully he wasn't violent, but nothing was certain.
L's foot suddenly crashed into the mans chest, pushing him away violently.
Matsuda, Mogi and Ukita went to help Aizawa stand.
"Why woould you do that, L?" Matsuda asked, he seemed almost offended.
L didn't answer, he was busy collecting himself. He'd deal with apologies and whatnot later, his sanity was much more important right now.
After that incident L wasn't sure if he really wanted to go to school... the thought of it just made him want to... well... die. Yes. It was that dreadful, with no B to distract Light, he would be forced to be civil, to talk more... and he really didn't want to talk. He also missed B because he was almost like a bodyguard. Not that Light would pounce on him or something... that thought disturbed him.
"What happened…?" Light asked, raising a brow, ever-incredulous of L… 'Hideki Ryuga'. The detective twitched in response, "What do you mean."
"My father said that there was some issue… And if he knows, the odds are the hospital was involved."
"Astute, yet a massive assumption. Don't do that." L said, "B had a few issues. Which caused me a few hassles. Which in turn caused Aizawa an injury…"
Light looked shocked, "You and him got in a fight…?" He asked, assuming again. L shook his head, "Not a fight… more a dispute. But that's not the reason the hospital was involved any way.
B tried to kill himself. The medication was a bit… overbearing."
Ah. Honesty. It was times like this—sugar starved and de-caffeinated and utterly tired—that honesty truly did suit him.
Light did visibly recoil, very much so. And L smiled at it, just because.
"I-is he okay?"
'pretending to be concerned is a horrible move…'
"I'm going to visit him after school, would you like to accompany me?"
"Ah—uhm… sure…"
L smiled again. He has effectively pinpointed Light's personality.
HEY I'M A NOOB.
-JVS