Blood and Sugar

Author\'s note: I know this story moves fast, but alot is going to happen. I also tried to make her sound a little more English. Anyway. Chapter III. It\'s super explicit. It\'s the most explicit thing I\'ve written.

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Chapter III: Frozen



3 days later.



I was out on the streets of Tokyo, walking around and getting some fresh air. My mind was heavily troubled. L had not called me, or showed any sign of existance since out rendez-vous on the roof four days previous. I was beginning to have a bad feeling about it. Kira was indeed a dangerous advisary, with seemingly supernatural means of killing. L dying was a fact I was not ready to face. I chose to shut it out until I knew it was true.



I was startled when I heard my cell phone ring. I took it out, and saw that Raito was calling me. I cringed inwardly at the thought of that dirty git. I opened it and answered. "Hello?" I said. Raito\'s voice came through on the other end, low and soft. "I want to see you. Are you free?" I thought for a moment, and responded. "Yeah," I said. "What did you have in mind, Raito?" He said quickly, "I\'ll pick you up and take you to my apartment. Misa is working. Where are you right now?" I gave him the name of the street. "Okay, I\'m not far. I\'ll be right there," he said, and hung up.



About 10 minutes later, Raito pulled up next to me in his white mercedez. I got in the passenger seat, and shut the door. "I missed you," he said. "I\'ve been thinking about you." I could see right through his lies, but once again, I went with it. "I missed you too, Raito," I said. "How is the investigation going?" He sighed, and said, "There\'s something I need to tell you about that, Xian. But I want to wait until we get to the apartment to tell you." I felt a little nervous. My hands clenched the seat belt. Finally we pulled up to the apartment. I pulled off my jacket as we stepped inside, and Raito stepped into the kitchen. I feel into the plush couch, and Raito came back with two glasses with red fluid in them. He sat beside me, and stretched an arm around me. I took a sip of the liquid; it was juice.



I set my glass down, and turned to speak. "So," I started nervously. "What did you want to tell me?" Raito sighed again, with an almost perfect impression of despair. "Xian, I don\'t know how to tell you this," He said. "But L was killed four days ago. By Kira. I wanted to tell you, but the time wasn\'t right. I\'m so sorry."



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He leaned in to me, and started kissing me. My lips were unresponsive to his lips and tongue.



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I shoved him. He fell over the coffee table, spilling his drink all over his white dress shirt. I placed my hands over my mouth. The utter shock and rage had exploded out of me. L was dead. Dead. Dead. Gone. Forever. No more. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to strangle him, make him suffer until he died. But I had to keep up the game. I had to, or I would die.



"Raito," I trembled. "I-I\'m sorry, I was just in shock an-", "Shut up," Raito snapped at me, as he got up off the floor. "I know exactly who you are. Misa saw you climbing down the fire escape. I found your shoes, Cinderella. You thought you had me going, didn\'t you? Your boyfriend is not in technology. He was L, and now he\'s dead." I trembled in fear. I had underestimated Kira, and now I was truly in danger. He turned away from me, and laughed evilly. His true self seemed to seep through his thin facade. "I\'m Kira," he said.



Something in my head went off like an alarm....RUN. RUN. RUN. NOW!



I sprang up and sprinted for the door, but I didn\'t even get my hand on the handle. He caught my arm and through me against the wall by the door. He stood, his body against me, staring at me, evilly and lustfully. I trembled. I didn\'t want to die like this. He pressed against me hard, pushing his erection against me. I stared into the kitchen light right near me, and I prayed. Make it stop. Don\'t let him rape me. Please, Jesus, save my life. His hands groped my body, migrating to the buttons on my shirt. But instead of unbuttoning my shirt, he grabbed the collar with his hands and ripped it halfway open. He bit my neck and the top of my breast hard. I cried out with pain, hoping my fearful reaction would be enough.



But I fought back. I pushed him, and slapped him hard, just to put him in shock long enough for me to get to the door. I didn\'t make it. I was thrown onto the floor, but hitting my head on the way down. I felt blood leaking down my scalp. His body crashed into mine. He pinned my legs down with his, and sat up. "Take off your shirt," he demanded. "And your bra." I responded, "Please..don\'t do this to me." Raito punched me in the stomach and shouted, "NOW!" I buckled over and coughed, but quickly did as I was told. He stared down at me, his prey. His hands roughly felt over my upper body. One of his hands slid into my pants and under my underthings. I cried out in pain as he violated me with his fingers.



"Moan, you whore," he said. "I know you want it." I meekly faked a moan, hoping that he would finally let me go. Seeming to be satisfied. He took his hand out of my pants and got off of me. "You can put your top on now, if you want," he said, coldly and emotionless. As I finished buttoning up my shirt, I asked weakly, "Can I go now?" Raito smiled evilly and said, "No, I have one more task for you."



He stood close in front of me. "Unzip my pants," he hissed. My trembling hands reached his pants. I unzipped his pants like he wanted. I had a terrible feeling about what he wanted me to do. "Suck it, bitch. Do it well," he growled. "You belong to me. You will do what I say, or I will kill you."



Defeated. I was utterly defeated. I took a deep breath and reached into his underwear and pulled out his hot, throbbing erection. I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth. He moaned slightly. I rolled my tongue over his tip, causing him to shudder and groan loudly. "..Faster..." he pleaded. "Gimme more..." I did as directed. I moved up and down faster, while continuing to tease the tip. He screamed in pleasure, both from the sex and the power. He grasped my neck hard, and thrust into my mouth and my throat. I clenched my face, but tried not to make any sounds of displeasure.



My mouth was suddenly filled with what tasted like salt water. I coughed and spit up on the floor. Raito sighed, satisfied, and tucked himself back in. I panted and gasped for breath. And then I found the energy to spring up and run for the door. No one stopped me this time. I flew out the door, down to the street and to the metro station. I took a train back to my hotel. Arriving at my room, I flung the door open, and collapsed into my bed, and wept. Just, pouring out all of my sorrow. All of my rage. All of my fear.



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In figurative speech, Raito may have won the battle, but he didn\'t win the war. He may have sexually assaulted me and threatened me, but I was still going to battle him. I would not be silenced by a wannabe demigod. No way in hell.



But it was without a doubt that I was in over my head. I needed some help, and I knew who would help. Quillish Whammy owned an orphange for gifted children. It\'s where L grew up. I had to find Whammy, he was like my grandfather. I knew he could help me. So I had packed my belongings and booked a flight back to London. I would have to make haste, in case Raito thought I was running away. So the day after the incident with Raito, I made off for the airport.



After a long 12 hour flight, the plane landed in London. It was very late when I got to London. 6:25 in the morning. And I had a 4 hour train ride to the Orphanage. So finally, at about 10:30 in the morning, and 16 hours of travel, I arrived at Whammy\'s House. It was a large and extravagant mansion, with an expansive lawn, and a large fountain near the gate. I knocked on the door firmly, and stood on the front step nervously. The large door opened, and an older man with a narrow but thick mustache stood before me. He was rather short and stout, but just from his face I could tell something terrible must have happened.



"May I help you, young lady?" he asked. I said quickly, "I need to see Mr. Whammy, right away. I\'m in trouble." The man\'s face dropped even longer and he said smypathetically, "Oh, you poor girl. Come in. I\'m afraid I have some bad news."



I followed him into the house. I had been there before, and it looked the same as always. Tall ceiling, loads of portraits on the walls. I followed the man to Whammy\'s study, and inside were two boys.



I knew one of them. Mihael, or as he calls himself, Mello. He was a bright young man, and very kind to me. But he had problems lashing out at others. The other boy was an albino boy, sitting on the floor. I had seen him once or twice, but he seemed too preoccupied with puzzles. Mello turned around and looked with surprise. He said nervously, "M-Morgan. Hey." I smiled at him. "Hi, Mello. It\'s been a while," I said. His face was slightly pink. I looked down at the other boy, still wrapped up in his puzzle. "Hey, little boy," I said. He looked over his shoulder and said, spitefully, "I\'m not a little boy." I was a little surprised, and said, "Sorry...my name is Morgan." The boy, not taking his eyes off the puzzle, said simply, "Hiya. I\'m Near."



"My name is Roger," said the short and stout man. "I\'m very sorry to tell you this, but Mr. Whammy has passed away...and L.." I stopped him from saying it. "I know about..L," I said. "But I\'m in trouble right now. I need help." Mello walked over to me, and looked into my eyes, and said, "I\'ll protect you. Anything you need, anything." He had gotten very tall and strong. It was no secret he had feelings for me. He seemed to be the opposite of Near. Near was emotionless and cold.



I stepped out of the room with Mello, while Roger continued talking to Near. "Where did these bruises come from?" he asked. I looked down at my feet. "Who did this to you?" he asked firmly, anger seeming to boil up in him. "Kira," I said softly. His eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Kira," he repeated. "Do you know who it is? Like a name?" I bit my lip. "No," I lied. I\'m not sure why I lied. Maybe I just didn\'t want to say his name.



"I have a plan. It sounds crazy. It probably is," he said. "Stick with me. You\'ll be alright."