Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sent to Make it Right ❯ Ch 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: if I owned Death Note, it would be Yaoi w/ Raito being uke and L being his seme, and some seriously messed up psychological things happening to Raito (more than the megalomaniac thing)

Better Summary & WARNINGS: "Light-chan...this is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this to you." "L..." "I'm sorry Light-chan..." Why can't he find Kira! How can Light know so much, what is he hidding, why are his eyes so empty? What happened to Yagami Raito, who did it? If only he could find Kira, if only his main suspect hadn't died. Maybe then he'd be with Light-chan. LxLight,character death, fill in the blank rapescene, violence, yaoi, and slightly AU or altered story line...not sure which one.

 

A/N: There is some language in it, and the scenes leading up to Raito's death. Sorry for not updating sooner, and I hope you enjoy the update.

 

~8*8~

 

Please…I just want toget out of this

 

“Raito!” pain surged from his shoulder as his `friend' grabbed his shoulder. The male was gritting his teeth. “Don't you dare fucking do it!” Raito swatted away the hand holding his shoulder and turned away from the male.

 

“I'm not going to standby and let this happen! I refuse to be a coward,” the teen started to stalk away when he was halted by his friends desperate threat.

 

“I'll kill them, I'll fucking kill your family!” Raito closed his eyes as he turned to face the horrible mess before him. He opened his eyes slowly and shook his head at the sight before him.

 

“You know what Hisao-san, you're pathetic. I'm not going to let you kill innocents; I'm not going to sit by while you take advantage of my mind. I'm not going to be responsible for anymore deaths, so threaten my family all you want. I know you wouldn't do that; after all…I'd never forgive. If L's willing to put up camera's in my room than-”

 

“Don't do this Raito. You're committing suicide!” Hisao started to stalk up to his friend who had turned around and started on his way to the police station.

 

“Then so be it, but I'm stopping a monster like you from killing more people,” the teen behind him growled and viciously grabbed the teen's shoulders and whirled him around.

 

“I'm a monster?! What about you, if I'm the monster than you're the creator!” the teen flinched as Hisao's nails dug into his shoulders. “And- And why the hell would I care if you `never forgive' me?!”

 

“You want me right, if I never forgive you then you can't have me,” the teen growled shoved the teen against the nearest wall.

 

“Like I fucking care about that!” he mashed his lips against Raito's. Raito's eyes were wide and his heart started to beat rapidly inside his chest. Fear inched through his body, practically suffocating him.

 

He started to push against Hisao's chest and once that was proven fruitless he started to claw at the body before him. The teen grabbed Raito's hands and pinned them above his head. His free hand started to lift up Raito's shirt.

 

“I'm not going to toy with the unrequited shit any longer, and you're not going to use it your advantage. Though I'm shocked you finally figured it out, you've been far too oblivious! You know what?! I'm going to have you, I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to enjoy it.” Hisao smashed his lips against Raito's again until he felt the wind be knocked out of him. Raito peeled himself off the building and started to run in the general direction of the police station. The adrenalin finally kicked in and he had been able to get away from Hisao -if only for some time.

 

He cried out in shock as Hisao tackled him from behind, he heard rustling and started to kick and struggle. He called out for help when he felt cloth covered hand cover his mouth. He feared to breath incase his friend was trying to drug him, but soon realized he was just wearing a glove. He did a double take and again started to struggle.

 

He gasped when he felt the cool dusk air hit his torso and started to fight more. He started to hyperventilate as he felt the rest of his clothes being stripped from him. Lips met his neck, then his ear, then his jaw. Raito refused to cry but stubborn tears fell as he tried to take in breath. He heard more rustling and felt weight being lifted off his body. He took the opportunity and ran away. He stumbled as he continued to try to breathe. His chest was pounding and he felt light headed.

 

Then pain erupted from his forehead and he felt blood trickle down his face. He blearily saw the ground rushing up to meet him and felt blow after blow hit his haggard body. His thighs were grabbed tightly and his legs were spread apart. He couldn't see anymore since blackness started to take over his sight. He felt pain rip through his body like something was being dragged through his body. He barely stayed conscious but wished he was unconscious. He tried to yell but with no oxygen in his lungs he was unable to. He just prayed for it to be over soon.

 

Once it was over he remained on the ground, in some dirty alley filled with glass, his blood filing the place. He darkly wondered why no one noticed this sight, or heard him. After all this was a well populated place, surely someone must have witnessed. But that would be horrible…he slowly managed to get up but fell back to the ground. Blood was seeping from him, and his head was so light. He looked at his bag which he dropped when he punched Hisao.

 

How did it manage to get over here? His jaw tensed…Hisao took the Death Note from it. He didn't care anymore; he knew his end must be coming soon. He started to walk away from the disgusting scene. He didn't know where he was going but he ended up at a channel, where he collapsed, his body too…too injured to go further. He ended up in the water but he knew his life was over by then. He could hear Ryuk sighing, had the shinigami…did Ryuk see what happened? It didn't really mater, he accepted death; but his regret was the Death Note still being out there. That Hisao couldn't be stopped. All connection was eliminated…how could they catch him now?

 

{“I'm serious Hisao-san! I want out, here, here's the damned thing!” he shoved the simple black notebook into Hisao's hands and started to turn away.

 

“Does that mean you're giving up possession of Death Note, Raito?”

 

“No he isn't Ryuk, get back here Raito!” he shoved the notebook back into Raito's hand and that was the end of that discussion.}

 

{He was hesitating, but who wouldn't his family was in danger here…but could he let more people be judged so incorrectly, so unjustly. He had Death Note in his bag…he could easily turn it into the police. He ended up at his house and knew it was bugged. He remained calm and left the house shortly after. He had to go to the police, he had to turn in Death Note, he had to put a stop to it all!}

 

~8*8~

 

Itou Hisao came to the hotel room; he smiled to Light who was standing next to Watari as the college student was put into chains and prison clothes. Light held onto the elderly man's hand loosely and stared apathetically at Hisao. L stayed to watch how things played out and Light hesitantly came over to him. He pulled on the detective's sleeve, his face solemn. L furrowed his brow and watched as the child turned and walked away. As if he was saying `follow me', he ordered Watari to watch Hisao as he followed Raito into the same room they had been in the previous day… He paused in the doorway and looked at Light.

 

“We…talk now,” the child's voice was strained and reluctantly the detective closed the door behind him and he walked over to Light.

 

“Go,” Raito looked down at his shoes and when he didn't speak L turned around to leave.

 

“I'm going to Wammy in a few days!” he blurted and the detective nodded already knowing this fact. “But what's more is…” the boy trailed off and looked down at his shoes hopefully. As if staring at them would give him the strength he needed to say whatever he was going to.

 

“Light-chan,” L sighed and moved toward the child and then crouched down.

 

“L I'm not a little kid,”

 

“Of course you aren't,” Light growled and crossed his arms over his chest.

 

“You don't need to patronize me!” the kid bit out and the detective looked at the child seriously.

 

“Really? Well why don't you tell me what you have to,” Light sighed and closed his eyes. He rested his head against L's chest and breathed in his sent.

 

“I didn't think it would be you, I only thought of my father…” he mumbled and L felt very awkward.

 

“Light-chan…”

 

“I didn't think you'd be the one I'd choose to save,” Light smiled brilliantly and L looked at him questioningly. “I think I can like you…I-I know I…I like you,” he blushed slightly but looked L in the eyes. He couldn't resist, and the detective would berate himself later but he seemed to be unable to resist.

 

A kiss led to kisses, which led to biting and suck on the child's soft neck. Small hands groped to find purchase on the bony frame before him. A small groan came from the child and then L snapped out of it.

 

“Light-chan…this is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this to you.”

 

“L…”

 

“I'm sorry Light-chan…” Light shook his head, and saw L get up to leave.

 

“But it isn't. I'm not five,” he seemed calm, almost accepting but there was still some desperation in his voice.

 

“Light-chan, I shouldn't have-”

 

“I'm Yagami Raito, Itou Hisao killed me, and…” Light closed his doe brown eyes and took a deep breath, L understood what he was going to say `raped me'. “I was forced to make all these plans for him, so Kira wouldn't be caught. I tried to get out, and the day he…I was trying to get to the police station. I didn't care if it meant I would be killed for helping him, I just wanted Kira to come to an end. I was sickened by the thought of becoming a god, of being able to judge people where I had no right to say anything. I have no right to say who should and shouldn't die! L I'm Yagami Raito, and-”

 

“Light-chan, don't be ridiculous,” L's eyes were wider than usual, but despite his words L's voice showed he thought differently. The detective felt numb, as he looked at Light who had tears falling from his eyes.

 

“L I'm not lying!” he cried tears falling faster from his innocent eyes.

 

“Then explain better,” L told himself it was ludicrous, that this was impossible, but he was hopping it was true.

 

“Well…after I died I don't really remember much, but there were all these shinigami around me… Then there was something else, I don't know how to describe it. Though I remember one of the shinigami saying `Here's your chance to get back at him take it'” Light's eyes were closed in concentration. “They showed… but that's beside the point.” He shook his head, his brown hair moving with his head; he was struggling for the right words and picking out the useful information. “They told me I would get a second chance to live, but obviously not as I was before. They decided to give me the body of a five year old and told me I could save one person from death-”

 

“How do you know I'm going to die? I'm assuming when you said choose you meant to choose who will stay alive correct?” the child nodded after the interruption was stated.

 

“If I'm a five year old, no one will listen to me if I said I knew who Kira was. More than that is the fact that if I wanted to get Hisao I needed connections with someone in the investigation team. He'd kill me again should I confront him, and I don't think I could anyways,” the boy looked away from L his small fists clenched. L could sense the child's annoyance, why was he annoyed? The child seemed to get over his inner turmoil but some of it remained in his voice. “I had originally intended on saving my father, but…” he gave a soft smile his face brightening while he looked L in the face.

 

“How do you know who's going to die,” the child nodded and sighed.

 

“They showed me all the possibilities that could have occurred…” Light was solemn when he said this. “If…someone else found” Light stopped himself and gave a sheepish smile.

 

“Found what…?”

 

“In due time L…I shouldn't have said that…my bad,” he laughed nervously and L looked at him with a dead expression. “I'm sorry; I'm not allowed to get specific, unless you already know what I'm trying to be specific about. It is part of the rules the shinigami gave me,” L let the matter slid, “I'm just allowed to led you guys in the right direction,” he looked down at his feet and the great detective gave a sigh. He still wasn't sure if he should trust the child but…

 

“Light-chan,” he pulled the child into his arms and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the next thing he was about to do.

 

“L wait, hold your thought,” the child pulled out of the man's chest and reached into his shirt. “Here, when you're about to die…” he gave the detective what he had been holding onto and explained all the man needed to know about it. Inside L was laughing hysterically, this all had to be some kind of elaborate and morbid joke. But his facial structures remained impassive as ever. He was preparing himself for what he was to say next.

 

“Light-chan, I thank you for all your worry but saying things like that will not help this situation. I can't believe what you're saying, it's obvious that you're trying to justify my actions; but they are unacceptable and your story is ridiculous. As much as you might say you're Yagami Raito, and that you've been given a second chance, I can tell that this just some hopeful dream of yours,” Light's eyes widened and his shoulders slumped. Believing Light was the key here, to say he didn't…the detective knew it would devastate the child.

 

“I don't believe you,” he said these words slowly, as if he was still formulating a conclusion. “Why…why would you say that,” the child was shaking his head looking at L with a disbelieving look as he started to back away. “If you don't believe me than why do you still have it, are you just going to throw this opportunity away!?” the child turned around quickly and fled from the room, ending up in the bathroom. He held his tears in but they came out, he cursed himself for his weakness. Why didn't L see he was telling the truth?

 

L looked down at the object the child had handed him; he closed his eyes momentarily before looking at the bathroom door. He hung his head and clenched his fists. He slowly took in a ragged breath of air before exiting the room. He felt like crap but that needed to be done.

 

~8*8~

 

He stared at all the deformed creatures around him, they laughed and sneered at him. He was bare to them; the ding of their cackles rocked his bones. The mere multitude of these death gods was overwhelming. But what was more overwhelming was the thing before him. He couldn't describe the bright mass though, it was something blinding, but at the same time he could clearly see what it was. Like a thousand rainbows caught inside a figure, but yet white light was still present, not scattered into rainbows. It seemed intangible, liquid, and even solid all at the same time. It seemed to shimmer and ghost about. An impossibly beautiful mass that could not be properly explained, one that hummed like electricity but was a quite as nature.

 

Raito's breath was taken from him, he felt cold yet hot at the same time, like the light emanating from the being was both warming and cooling. He shuddered and turned away from the being, the thing, as he heard a loud booming voice hush all the cackling shinigami.

 

“Yagami Raito, come toward me, you must be confused.” It was another shinigami but he must be some sort of ruler or why else would the other shinigami hush? “Well child, we've taken pity on you, actually Ryuk and all the other bored senseless shinigami have. We generally don't do this but…well you're a rare case, one we honestly don't know how to deal with. You see I've seen what could have happened; actually I've seen several possibilities,” the shinigami turned the teen around and a screen appeared from the barren ground. He had been so distracted he hadn't noticed his other surroundings.

 

So this was the shinigami realm? No wonder Ryuk had ditched this place. He saw an image flicker past the screen. He saw himself picking up the Death Note, and then using it. His stomach lurched as he saw how things would progress. His eyes were wide and he fell to his knees shaking his head as he saw the monster before him develop. He was willing to risk his father! His own father, he would have made him a killer, made him; he shuddered and felt bile rise in his throat. The only good from that scenario was his own death…the destruction of Kira.

 

Who was that manipulative killer, who was that demon with his face? No that couldn't have been possible, but the voice in the back of his mind was screaming “I told you so! I told you!” To his relief the screen changed to how he knew things were going. His eyes widened, no this wasn't right. L would never catch Kira…He made all the possible escape routes Hisao needed, and there was no way anyone would think about his “friendship” with Hisao. It had always been him who did the acting. He was the one with Penbar at the subway; but essentially a gun was pointed at his family's heads -or a pen and paper.

 

“Please don't let either of those happen,” he cried as he clenched the dusty ground.

 

“You have nothing to worry about, there's a third option,” the shinigami smirked “It will follow more of the first option just you won't be the one who is Kira. Are you willing to do this?” the teen looked up at the shinigami who seemed to rule over the desolate land and nodded confidently. He assuredly rose to his feet.

 

“Here's your chance to get back at him take it. Use it well,” Raito looked at Ryuk who was among the crowd the teen nodded and was led toward the indescribable mass.

 

“Ryuk…why were they…” he gestured to the still cackling shinigami.

 

“Because this is the most exciting thing they've seen in millennia, plus they're idiots and don't see the graveness of what happened to you,” Raito looked away from the shinigami ashamed, “Though I guess that sort of makes me a hypocrite, but I still understand more than they do…about the severity I mean,” the clown like shinigami elaborated. Raito gave his death glare to the shinigami, telling him to drop it, as he was herded toward the mass. But he knew the glare was weak and grimaced.

 

“Yagami Raito, meet your new life,” the shinigami then pushed the child into the mass. “We'll instruct you on the other side,” the teen could hear the amusement in the ruler's voice. He could only dread what would happen next.

 

A/N: Okay, so there it is…I'm not sure how I feel about the flow, but…I can't think of how to change that at the moment. Um…I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, and I hope it explains more. - much love, depressedchildren