Nor Prayer Remove Him
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madimpossibledreamerMain Points:
Death Note AU
Chapter Summary: Light assumes he's removed all obstacles on Kira's path to godhood, but 'N' calls to share another inconvenient truth. It seems Kira's justice might, in fact, be imperfect.
Word Count: 1039
Rating: Teen
The address turns out to be an empty warehouse, though the directions were a little wrong and they end up actually having to ask. The owner didn't pay attention to who was using the area and knows nothing about N, the SPK, or Wammy's, which makes him very unhelpful and annoying. Light breathes in and breathes out to rid himself of the urge to take a note of the man's name.
"Hello? I'm here to pick up the prisoner?" Light calls out, but other than a slight shuffling there's no sound. Was this a trap all along?
He glances at the other two. Matsuda looks scared, Aizawa determined.
"I'll--I'll check it out. I'm the expendable one, after all," Matsuda, surprisingly, breaks the silence, and before Light can even disagree or begin to formulate a plan he rushes into the darkness of the warehouse.
"He never changes," Aizawa remarks. It might be resigned or it might be fond. It's hard to tell, really.
And then Matsuda screams, and the two of them rush in, Light mentally cursing N and L and Matsuda while he's at it. And then freezes in shock, because that silhouette is far too familiar.
A crouched figure, sitting oddly. Long white sleeves, jeans, bare feet. Even the hair looks cut about the same length. It's time to get more creative in his swearing, because this isn't funny.
"I take it you must be the Kira Taskforce." The voice is--similar, but not the same. It cracks from disuse, and is slightly off when it comes to pitch, but the cadence is spot on. It's just as polite, too. "I apologize. It seems in my hasty desire to be of use, someone neglected to warn you of my appearance. Perhaps it will help for you to turn on the light, although I'd ask you to warn me before you do so. I've been sitting in the dark for some time."
Light doesn't bother in his haste, and the glare and snarl appear partially hidden behind a mask. It's almost a surprise he doesn't hiss like a Western vampire. They'd missed the fact that he was chained to the wall. He's pretty much the definition of the uncanny valley, though fortunately there are a few key differences. Unlike L, this man appears to have burn scars, skin puckered. Despite the fact that, for all intents and purposes, he's helpless, there's a menace to him that had been entirely missing from L. Light has no problem imagining this twisted mirror version of L committing murder.
"You're not L," Aizawa states the obvious, and the L-like figure throws back a head and cackles demonically, which soon turns into coughing.
"It's not as if he could have returned from the grave, of course." He places one elbow on a knee and leans his head into it, closing his eyes and resting. "We're dealing with the supernatural, not miracles. I'd say that while he's not here, someone has to do it, but, well..." he shrugs, opening the dark eyes with an intense gleam, "...someone already is, aren't they?" How many of these cockroaches are there, that know that L isn't really L? How many more insist on infesting Kira's perfect world?
"Wh-what should we call you?" Matsuda, still trembling, but powering through, for all the wrong reasons. He shouldn't be having a speck of sympathy toward this creature, no matter who he looks like.
Surprisingly, the man's voice becomes a little more gentle. Like he actually cares about using kid gloves for one of them. "In the Wara Ningyo case, I took on the pseudonym 'Ryuzaki Rue'. Feel free to use that if you want. Otherwise, I suppose, B will do."
Light steels himself not to react, and Aizawa's pretty good, only a slight widening of the eyes betraying his feelings. Matsuda is not quite as good. "Ryuzaki? Light, that's--"
An elbow to the stomach was perhaps overkill, but it was deeply satisfying. Fortunately, Matsuda takes the hint and shuts up.
"We were told you have the Shinigami Eyes," Aizawa responds, firm, refusing to rise to the bait.
"Yes, your fake IDs would be useless in my case--and don't bother trying to deny it, of course you have them, you'd be unintelligent and possibly very quickly dead without them. Yagami Raito. Aizawa Shuichi. Matsuda Touta. Do you want me to explain the Kanji you use to spell your names?" He sounds utterly bored. "I could tell you the numbers, too, if you want, but they will mean nothing to you."
"N said you volunteered for this," Light all but asks, and the man goes as far as to yawn at him.
"Yes. Of course, I didn't hear much, in my little cell. For some reason, no one wanted to bring me news. But when they did--L is dead, Misora Naomi missing--how could I miss out on the chance to be of use, to help catch Kira?" The act slips a little, as the words grow in vehemence, as a downright bloodthirsty tone slips in, natural and all the more abhorrent for it. He pauses, closes his eyes, and metaphorically replaces the mask. He's back to the calm tones of L, slipping back like he'd never left. "I'm not sure I can really tell you anything of relevance, but I am willing to do anything I can to help."
"Supposedly, Kira's already failed once to kill you. Getting involved like this--you're putting your own life at risk." Because Kira does not plan on letting this man live. He's both a danger to Kira's perfect world and a sinner who needs to be punished as soon as Light can figure out what went wrong.
None of them can see the smile below the mask, but Matsuda and Aizawa shiver. The fact that it's a near-perfect copy of L's childlike smile from what they can see doesn't help matters. It's a cold, soulless imitation. Maybe that's the man's whole reason for existence. "Death, Yagami-san, is an old friend."
Death Note AU
Chapter Summary: Light assumes he's removed all obstacles on Kira's path to godhood, but 'N' calls to share another inconvenient truth. It seems Kira's justice might, in fact, be imperfect.
Word Count: 1039
Rating: Teen
Matsuda is scared stiff, but he volunteers to go anyway. At least Aizawa's coming too. He's a reliable presence, even if he is getting a little suspicious thanks to N's meddling.
The address turns out to be an empty warehouse, though the directions were a little wrong and they end up actually having to ask. The owner didn't pay attention to who was using the area and knows nothing about N, the SPK, or Wammy's, which makes him very unhelpful and annoying. Light breathes in and breathes out to rid himself of the urge to take a note of the man's name.
"Hello? I'm here to pick up the prisoner?" Light calls out, but other than a slight shuffling there's no sound. Was this a trap all along?
He glances at the other two. Matsuda looks scared, Aizawa determined.
"I'll--I'll check it out. I'm the expendable one, after all," Matsuda, surprisingly, breaks the silence, and before Light can even disagree or begin to formulate a plan he rushes into the darkness of the warehouse.
"He never changes," Aizawa remarks. It might be resigned or it might be fond. It's hard to tell, really.
And then Matsuda screams, and the two of them rush in, Light mentally cursing N and L and Matsuda while he's at it. And then freezes in shock, because that silhouette is far too familiar.
A crouched figure, sitting oddly. Long white sleeves, jeans, bare feet. Even the hair looks cut about the same length. It's time to get more creative in his swearing, because this isn't funny.
"I take it you must be the Kira Taskforce." The voice is--similar, but not the same. It cracks from disuse, and is slightly off when it comes to pitch, but the cadence is spot on. It's just as polite, too. "I apologize. It seems in my hasty desire to be of use, someone neglected to warn you of my appearance. Perhaps it will help for you to turn on the light, although I'd ask you to warn me before you do so. I've been sitting in the dark for some time."
Light doesn't bother in his haste, and the glare and snarl appear partially hidden behind a mask. It's almost a surprise he doesn't hiss like a Western vampire. They'd missed the fact that he was chained to the wall. He's pretty much the definition of the uncanny valley, though fortunately there are a few key differences. Unlike L, this man appears to have burn scars, skin puckered. Despite the fact that, for all intents and purposes, he's helpless, there's a menace to him that had been entirely missing from L. Light has no problem imagining this twisted mirror version of L committing murder.
"You're not L," Aizawa states the obvious, and the L-like figure throws back a head and cackles demonically, which soon turns into coughing.
"It's not as if he could have returned from the grave, of course." He places one elbow on a knee and leans his head into it, closing his eyes and resting. "We're dealing with the supernatural, not miracles. I'd say that while he's not here, someone has to do it, but, well..." he shrugs, opening the dark eyes with an intense gleam, "...someone already is, aren't they?" How many of these cockroaches are there, that know that L isn't really L? How many more insist on infesting Kira's perfect world?
"Wh-what should we call you?" Matsuda, still trembling, but powering through, for all the wrong reasons. He shouldn't be having a speck of sympathy toward this creature, no matter who he looks like.
Surprisingly, the man's voice becomes a little more gentle. Like he actually cares about using kid gloves for one of them. "In the Wara Ningyo case, I took on the pseudonym 'Ryuzaki Rue'. Feel free to use that if you want. Otherwise, I suppose, B will do."
Light steels himself not to react, and Aizawa's pretty good, only a slight widening of the eyes betraying his feelings. Matsuda is not quite as good. "Ryuzaki? Light, that's--"
An elbow to the stomach was perhaps overkill, but it was deeply satisfying. Fortunately, Matsuda takes the hint and shuts up.
"We were told you have the Shinigami Eyes," Aizawa responds, firm, refusing to rise to the bait.
"Yes, your fake IDs would be useless in my case--and don't bother trying to deny it, of course you have them, you'd be unintelligent and possibly very quickly dead without them. Yagami Raito. Aizawa Shuichi. Matsuda Touta. Do you want me to explain the Kanji you use to spell your names?" He sounds utterly bored. "I could tell you the numbers, too, if you want, but they will mean nothing to you."
"N said you volunteered for this," Light all but asks, and the man goes as far as to yawn at him.
"Yes. Of course, I didn't hear much, in my little cell. For some reason, no one wanted to bring me news. But when they did--L is dead, Misora Naomi missing--how could I miss out on the chance to be of use, to help catch Kira?" The act slips a little, as the words grow in vehemence, as a downright bloodthirsty tone slips in, natural and all the more abhorrent for it. He pauses, closes his eyes, and metaphorically replaces the mask. He's back to the calm tones of L, slipping back like he'd never left. "I'm not sure I can really tell you anything of relevance, but I am willing to do anything I can to help."
"Supposedly, Kira's already failed once to kill you. Getting involved like this--you're putting your own life at risk." Because Kira does not plan on letting this man live. He's both a danger to Kira's perfect world and a sinner who needs to be punished as soon as Light can figure out what went wrong.
None of them can see the smile below the mask, but Matsuda and Aizawa shiver. The fact that it's a near-perfect copy of L's childlike smile from what they can see doesn't help matters. It's a cold, soulless imitation. Maybe that's the man's whole reason for existence. "Death, Yagami-san, is an old friend."
