A pretty face can hide an evil mind

I would once again like to thank the readers for their lovely reviews.
The previous chapter caused a lot of confusion.
It’s nice to see you guys are paying attention

The diary, Raito’s attitude, the reason Taro was carrying it with him, who the murderer is, everything will be explained once the actual story starts. These first ‘prologue chapters’ are a set-up for the fic that will start soon.
So as for the contents/reasoning, it’s a HUGE surprise that will be revealed as the story progresses. The prologue is actually moving on a lot faster then I originally imagined it would. I was expecting 5 chapters at the very least. But who knows, I still might fill it up.
So don’t worry people, it’s not an unexplained plot hole, in fact it’ll be quite important.
I’ve been dropping several hints in the first two chapters already, some obvious, some subtle.
For those that have had no trouble in finding them so far, you’re either very perceptive/clever or the hints are a tad bit too subtle .
But yeah, it’s a cliffhanger X3

L:…………………..
Raito: Not even I can be that cruel….

As for Taro, yeah he’s very cute. In the original Death Note prologue he was a very sweet kid, sorry for the fans who dislike the way he’s portrayed in this fic, I really do like him, it’s just an idea I’ve been toying with for a while now and he fit the image.

I’ll put up a link in my profile for you guys, in case anyone wants to download the prologue.
For those that don’t feel like it, Taro looks pretty much identical to Mikami Teru, one of the characters in the second part of the Death Note manga. Well, minus the glasses.
When looking closely at their names, there’s a similarity there as well.It’s my belief that Taro was the basic draft and eventually the original character was moulded into Mikami.

For those that like his personality, he was modelled after the main (male) character from a Manga named ‘Goth’. Do take note that the manga contains mature graphic material AKA gore, not for those with a weak stomach. Most of those scenes will be described here, as will some of the characters. You do NOT have to read it to understand this fic though!

On a side note; Don’t think too poorly of Raito, he has his reasons to be so cold. I’d probably be pretty freaked out as well. That and Raito can be quite unforgiving and in this case, there’s a LOT to forgive. It’s most definitely not just Taro having a crush on Raito, it’s something a lot more serious. Raito is an intelligent young man. Being a homophobe does NOT fit into his personality in my opinion. Getting curious yet? XD

Chapter warnings: Slight language, slight gore/death AKA the usual.

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Chapter – 2 “Friendship…”
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A pale hand crushed the can it was holding.

“How dare he…”

A single nearly blond hair lay there, as if mocking him.

“But he won’t get away with this…”

There was only one student with hair like that.

“I will get them back.”

The crushed can was thrown across the room.

“And yours will be joining them.”

Laughter erupted from the pale man as he sat in front of the now empty refrigerator.
Empty except for that single hair.

Somewhere far away from this disturbing scene a young man buried a suspicious looking bag with a smile so sweet yet twisted on his pleasant face. His plan had been set in motion…

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“So I want you to say this to yourself whenever you feel the need to…express yourself in that manner again. Ok?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good, now I want you to write down how many times this occurs during the following week. I’ll see you again on Monday. And remember, we’re here to help make things better.”
“Yes sir.”

Therapy had been exactly as he had pictured it. Boring and utterly useless.
The only good thing about it was that he would be missing some of his Monday afternoon-classes.
Raito still wasn’t speaking to him.
In fact, he didn’t even as much as look in his direction unless it couldn’t be avoided.
Even in those rare moments in which the two young men made eye contact, Raito looked at him as if he were air.
Apparently the things written in the journal had disturbed the other boy….severely.

Not that it mattered.
It just meant he lost a journal, nothing more.
Journals were replaceable…

During lunch-break yesterday Sayu had walked up to him and had asked him what was going on. She was so sure her brother was upset and that Taro had something to do with it.She was nice about it at first – Raito obviously hadn’t mentioned the contents of the journal to the little girl – but when it became clear that he wasn’t willing to give out the answers she so clearly desired, she made quite the ruckus.
It didn’t matter how much she liked Taro, this was about her precious ‘aniki’ after all.
There was no competition there, not even after four years of knowing one another.
Not to mention he had never really been that close to Sayu.
Sure, he liked the girl and all, but still…

Glancing at his watch, he noticed time had gone by at a rather alarming rate.
He had missed the bus once again. It was starting to become a bad habit of his.

Taro silently cursed at his bad luck and rushed a bit towards the exit, knowing he had a long walk ahead of him. The fact that the school-psychiatrist’s office was at the other end of the building didn’t help much.

“I………something……do………your fault!”

Taro turned on his heels. That almost sounded like...
But it couldn’t be? Could it? The voices were coming from the staircase to his far left.
The same ones that led to the roof…

Wasn’t it forbidden to go up on the roof? Curiosity getting the better hand at him, he decided to check out the noises. The voices weren’t nearly distinctive enough to clearly make out what the people on the roof were saying. Taro silently walked up the stairs…

“Give it up! I know it was you!”
“But I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”
“Like HELL you don’t! Now where are they?!”
“Please! I really don’t know!”

Poor little Yagami Raito.
Apparently sensei missed his little collection and the blond hair accidentally left in place of the ‘scene of the crime’ was just the amount of evidence the guy needed to figure out who stole it.

Revenge was sweet wasn’t it…

Who knew that all it took was a single hair?
Now his dream of fingers wrapping themselves around the beautiful boys throat were becoming reality.
The larger man pushed the boy against the fence dangerously close to the edge of the building, hands firmly latched onto the pale neck.
Raito would probably have trouble breathing right now…
In a few minutes Raito would lose the energy to struggle and hang there lifelessly accepting his fate. His warm honey-brown eyes would become dull and glassy, like that of a pretty little doll. Oh how many times he had dreamed of this scenario…

But then why did it make him feel sad?
The hands he had pictured on Raito’s throat had always been his own, never another’s…
He had always been the one to mar that pale skin with bruises, not another.

This wasn’t good.

Taro was starting to get agitated at the older man. Even though this entire scenario had been staged by him from the beginning. I mean it all worked out right? Raito found his killer, the killer could start a new collection and Taro could watch his dream fulfil in front of him…
As predicted, Raito’s struggling became less and less. He couldn’t let the guy do this…Raito was his to kill.

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Raito POV (AN: ZOMG 0-o)

He was getting dizzy.
He could feel the tears burning but he refused to cry.
There was no way he’d give the guy this satisfaction.
He hoped that whatever the guy had lost cost him dearly.
Hopefully it would cost him enough to get caught.

Raito wouldn’t want to be in the guy’s position after his dad got his hands on the guy.
After all, murdering the son of the police officer that was in charge of your case was never a good idea. He had known that this was the guy he had been looking for.
The answers to his little quiz had given him enough information to determine the identity of the serial killer. He just hoped his father would take them seriously for once…
The hand around his throat seemed to loosen all of a sudden.
A noise reached his ears, nearly gone unheard over the frantic pounding of his heart.

‘Clapping?’

“Well well. If it isn’t Tanaka-sensei and Yagami-kun.”

Raito was shoved to the ground harshly, the back of his head connected to the stone-cold concrete. He didn’t know whether to curse his luck or appraise it. Even though he was sure he had a concussion right about now, had Tanaka-sensei aimed a little more to the right, he would have gone over the building.

The fence only covered one side of the building after all.Behind the fence was the gymnastics field. After the school board became rather fed up with removing tennis-balls from all nooks and crannies of the rooftop every season the playing field was open, they had installed a fence to keep the balls from reaching. It didn’t really do anything other then provide another challenge for the boys to purposely hit the balls onto the roof though.

Well, other then becoming a new perch for the occasional pigeon.

“You! What are you doing here young man! You should be at home!”
“I’m merely enjoying the show. By all means do continue.”
“You really are sick!”

Like Tanaka-sensei actually had the right to accuse another of being ‘sick’.

“Sick? Me? Oh no sensei, I’m not the sick one. If anything you are. Can’t you see it? I’m only trying to cure you. I got rid of your collection in order to make you better.”

His voice sounded so innocent and cheerful right then…but then why did it feel so wrong?

“You? It was you!? But how! The hair!!!”
“But sensei, Yagami-kun and I are close aren’t we? I could have just accidentally left a hair that is not my own right?”

All the pieces just fell into place. Taro had been planning this?
He made sure to leave evidence in the hand of a murderer that would point none other then Raito as the intruder?
When he had heard the things in the journal, he had refused to believe them at first.
It had to have been a bad joke, they had to have been making those things up.
He had been so sure of it.
If it was one thing he hated, it was being proved wrong.And in this case he had been very wrong.
Not only did the journal truly contain those twisted fantasies, they had indeed mostly focused on himself. Even then some part of Raito had refused to believe it.

He had distanced himself from Taro as much as he could of course. He had needed some time to think.
Taro couldn’t really want those things to happen to him right?
But in all his life he had never expected Taro to react this viciously.
He would go as far as to kill him?

True, it had been Tanaka’s hands doing the strangling, but it had been Taro pulling the strings from behind the scene all along.
If the boy were capable of this, what else would he do?

For the first time in his life Raito felt real fear.
Fear of the boy he had once believed to be his friend…

Taro walked closer to them. A weird sadistic smile on the boys face.
One that no child should be able to carry.

It even managed to disturb Tanaka-sensei, who stumbled dangerously close to the edge.

“Not possible…you’re just a boy…just a little boy!”
“Poor Tanaka-sensei. So sick. But I’ll help you, I’ll make it go away.”
“No! Stay away from me!”

But Taro didn’t stop walking, not until he was mere inches away from the older man.

“Don’t you want to get better? I’ll let you have your precious collection back.”

Tanaka rushed at the boy like some sort of cornered animal…
It had been the wrong thing to do.
Using the mans panicked state against him, Taro shoved him over the ledge.

The guy hadn’t been using common sense, he had been too far gone to realise it was only a little boy standing in front of him, that he could have easily overpowered him if need be.

And that mistake would cost him his life.

Raito dared not look over the edge as he heard a sick splattering noise accompanied by a woman’s terrified screams. Taro slowly stepped away from the edge, to make sure he wasn’t seen. He could really do it…Take another humans life…


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General POV


“Raito! Raito! Answer me!”

Strong arms were wrapped around the shivering little boy.Yagami Souichiro had never been so scared in his entire life.
According to the paramedics the boy was fine.Only a minor concussion and a few bad bruises, but nothing to worry about.

The boy just wasn’t speaking…
And he couldn’t stop blaming himself for it.
After all, his 13 year old had been right all along.
Like the proud adult he was, he had refused to listen to him and now it was too late.

There was their serial killer, splattered across the school sidewalk like road-kill.
And here was his traumatised son refusing to utter a single word about the events that had taken place. Not that the vicious bruises on his neck didn’t tell a story all on their own. He had come so close to losing his little boy…

But he couldn’t help but wonder why the murderer jumped.
Why – after having been unmasked by one of his students – did he let him live?
If it hadn’t been for the notes on Raito’s desk, he wouldn’t have even considered the man as a possible suspect. It only took a call about a possible ‘suicide’ on school property to make his blood run cold.

“Dad? I want to go home…”

The elder Yagami took his son in his arms.

“I know son, I know.”

He would never doubt the boy again.
Ever.


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The news had been full of the story.

Little Yagami Raito, a thirteen-year-old young man was found severely tramatised on a rooftop after nearly being killed by one of the most dangerous criminals this day and age. For some reason the older man jumped of the building, ending his life and his killing spree once and for all.

His reasons remained as of yet unknown.
His would-have-been-victim confirmed the story.

The two had been alone on the rooftop and the man jumped after Raito pretended to be dead the moment his head hit the concrete.
The headlines nearly overshadowed another horror-story.

Upon walking his dog in the nearby forest, 23-year-old Jiroshi Kanada uncovered the body of a woman. The body had clearly been buried there for a long time. Young Jiroshi nearly had a heart attack once he saw his dog return with what seemed to be a human jaw.

After dental-identification of the remains, the woman turned out to be none other then Kasuga Miho. A woman with a severe mental illness. Her nephew, who had been placed in her care, had gone missing around the same time the serial killer committed suicide.

Was the poor boy the final victim of the serial killer?

Many feared the worst…

PROLOGUE END!