The Realm

I always hated him. No--hatred wasn't a strong enough word; it was more like pure, raw abhorrance. The perfect boy. From the second I saw him, I knew he'd be trouble. Then he got involved. He just had to get his damn self involved with my sweet Lawlie.
He'll get his. I'll see to it.
Do I sound familiar? Perhaps. You may have seen me--in nightmares, horrific visions upon waking, those horrible things you see out of fear. Yes, that is I. I am those voices you hear in the straightjacket; I am the living, breathing nightmare you've come to love and hate. I drip off your skin, bury myself in your thoughts and settle myself before ripping you apart, eating the ashes. I am more than chaos, worse than death, greater than mortality.
But for now, you may call me B. Welcome to the realm.
To set the scene of our little tale, it is St. Valentine's day. I've always hated this day; nobody gives nighmares candy or jam. So, as a little treat for myself, I've captured the perfect boy, Light Yagami. Oh, now don't complain like you didn't see this coming already; I told you I abhorred him, and he's not hurt...Yet. He's merely chained to the wall, his golden body glowing in the candlelight. Not that I lit the candles for his benefit, but red candles are traditional for Valentine's day, no?
He opened his eyes upon myself opening a new jar of jam, "Oh, good, you're awake," I said, my mouth full.
He panicked. Typical. He rattled the chains; I was glad I tightened them. I somehow knew he'd be a screamer, "What the hell am I doing here? Who are you?! Where am I?! Where are my clothes?!"
  "Oh, Kira," I said quitely, mocking him.
  "Goddammit, Ryuzaki, this better not be an investigation technique," he said.
I laughed, "Why would I need to do such things? You're Kira, clear as day. You're the only I've ever seen that can't seem to get his deathday right."
  "What are you talking about? Who are you?!" he was beginning to fear. I think he may have seen me. I will admit; I am a terrifying sight with all my scars and cuts and torn-to-shreds wdding dress with the burns and stains. I can't seem to let myself give it up, though.
I walked out of the shadows, deciding that I had kept him waiting long enough. His deathday flickered above his head, like a gentle red stopwatch. I smirked. He was glaring at me. "I know when you're going to die."
  " You're going to die right now if you don't unchain me and tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" he yelled.
  "Really, Kira-san? I would wonder how you would do such things without your notebook," I said politely. He struggled against the bondage, and I smiled, "I've been rude. Would you like some jam? It's strawberry."
  "I'm not a freak," he said, his voice controlled.
  "I didn't ask if you were a freak, I offered you jam," I replied. "I supposed I could feed it to you, since you're all bound up."
I stepped toward him, "You get the hell away from me, and give me some goddamn answers," he said dangerously.
  "I have no answers. Only jam," I said. I sat down next to him, reaching into the jar and offering some to him.
  "I don't want any," he said.
  "I assumed you did, because you never answered," I said, eating the jam off my hand.
He sighed, "Are you with me or against me?"
  "I'm with you. Clearly."
  "Well, are you going to figure out who trapped us in here? You're not tied up," he said.
  "Oh, no, we are trapped," I said.
  "You've looked already?"
Of course. This is my realm. My darkness. I'd dare you to find a way out. "If you'd like to think that way."
  "I don't understand you," he said, "aren't you terrified some sociopath is going to come in here and murder you?"
I blinked. "Are you?"
  "No," he said, with a smirk, "I'd be more terrified if I were you. They love the weirdos."
You're right. We do, but we love the perfect ones equally as much. Oh, now, Light, why are you so nervous? You're just like my sweet Lawlie. You're trying to hide behind your perfection--but I can see the cracks. You're breaking, dear, and it's only a matter of time before you're just like me.
I decided that the fun should probably begin. I licked my hand clean, wiping it on my dress as usual. He was staring at me like I was a lunatic, even though... Either way, I gazed back at him, "Do I make you nervous? I'm sorry if my eyes scare you, but I can't help it. I was born this way. You know what they do?"
He shook his head, but then went wide eyed and said, "They can't be--!"
  "Yes, Light. Shinigami eyes. I can see your deathdate. Now, tell me, why does it keep shifting so? It's causing me great confusion."
  "I--" he broke off.
I smiled, running my hand down his body. He squirmed--I love it when they squirm. "Calm down, I won't hurt you." I smiled deviously, "At least, not with the time you have left. I wouldn't bother."
He looked horrified, "What?"
I nodded gravely, "Tell me, Raito. How do you want to spend your last night on Earth?" I nuzzled into his stomach. He was shaking, "I'm only slightly sorry you have to spend it here, but what can I do to make it all the more bearable?"
  "You're lying! You're--you're wrong!" He screamed, the fear in his voice very apparent. He was right, I was lying. Light had a good fifty years left. It's always so much fun to toy with those who fear death so wholly.
He looked broken, as if I'd defeated him--somehow found his Achilles heel. So this is what the great Kira feared above everything else. Hm. I looked at him again, and couldn't help but notice--really notice his perfect, softly glowing body. "How am I going to die?"
He broke me from my thoughts. "I'm not sure. Peacefully, I assume." Lies.
  "Oh," he replied softly, closing his eyes.
I smirked and got on top of him, "You're so cold," he said quietly, almost breathing the words.
  "My apologies. I've forgotten to put on bloomers," I replied.
  "How does a body get so cold?" he asked.
  "I manage," I smirked.
  "It's as if you have no blood flow," he murmured.
I leaned foward to his ear, "Believe me, I have blood flow."
Yes, I am a devious being, Light. No, you have no idea what to expect from me. Yes, I enjoy watching you suffer. No, you may not call me a sadist. This was about revenge. My Lawlie--taken from me by you for no greater reason than physicality. You're lucky I'm not screaming and spitting curse words in your face. No, no, what I have planned is so much better. It is Valentine's day, after all.
  "I'm sorry I'm so cold," I said softly. No, I wasn't.
  "Don't be. Who are you?" was all he could form. The fear was melting away, but he was still shaken out of coldness.
  "You may call me B," I breathed to him.
  "B? Another letter?" he asked.
  "More than a letter," I whispered tauntingly in his ear.
  "Two letters?" he asked, shifting.
  "Deeper," I replied. His voice was almost a moan. A moan? No, he could not be enjoying this.
  "You took something from me, Light," I said seductively, the tone a sickening opposite of my direct meaning.
  "I don't even know you," he said, closing his eyes.
  "My Lawlie. You stole my Lawlie-pop from me," I said, with only a hint of anger in my voice.
  "I don't remember stealing a lollipop from you. I don't even eat those," he said calmly.
I smacked him across the face, "My Lawlie-sama! Not candied sugar on a stick!"
  "You mean L?" he asked.
  "You call him that, he is my Lawlie," I said, "I love him. You do too. See a problem? He's mine. Back off." Bitterness filled me. I got off of him and picked up a large meat knife, looking at it fondly, "He wants you because you're perfect. Makes sense. He stopped caring about me and I'm all scarred up. So, let's try a little experiment, shall we? Let's see if my sweet, sweet Lawlie will remain as sweet to you if you're as damaged as I am. We'll see how superficial he is."
  "No! He wouldn't do that! He loves me!" he screamed. I advanced toward him, "He didn't want you anymore because you're a freak!"
  "A life tip, Light Yagami: If someone within five feet of you is holding a large knife, you never call them a freak," I said darkly.
  "Fine then, B," he spat, "scar me. You'll be sorry, though, when your sweet Lawlie is fucking me tomorrow night."
I knelt down next to him, "Oh, Raito-chan. You will never know when to shut your mouth, will you?" I picked the knife up, stroking his soft stomach before harshly cutting a large "K."
  "Now he'll know you're Kira."
I could see his eyes watering, but he managed to choke out, "He doesn't care that I'm Kira. In fact, Kira's what he screams..."
That was almost too much for me. I shook my head, desperately trying to get out the thought of Kira violating my sweet Lawlie. I got up angrily, going over to my collection of chemicals, extracting two syringes. Perfect. "Alright, Kira," I said, his eyes meeting mine, "I have here two needles. One is a tranquilizer, with no side effects. Aside from drowsiness, of course. I stole this from the asylum they threw me into. I know this drug well. You will be awake in your precious world with your precious Lawlie within two hours. I'll set you free. Happy Valentine's. In syringe number two is potassium cyanide. You'll be dead before I pull the needle out. Happy Valentine's." I smirked, "The only trouble is the syringes are unlabeled, and these particular chemicals are the same color. I must give you one of them. So, you'll choose your destiny, which is the scariest thing I can do to you. Happy Valentine's! Left or right?"
  "This isn't a game, you sicko, this is my life! I could die!" he said, struggling against the chains.
  "Oh, yes, there is a good chance of your death. 50%. I'm aware of this," I said, smirking again.
I could tell how close he was to breaking. I smiled, and he quietly collected himself, "Fine, B. I'll play your little game." He looked at both the needles, them back at me, then the needles again and in barely a whisper said "Right."
I smirked, nearly basking in this, "Is that your final answer?"
  "Yes." He said defiantly.
I shrugged, "Alright, then. Your funeral."
I went over, knelt down and injected the chemical into the perfect boy's neck, smiling as he closed his eyes.