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Abstraction

A Death Note fan-fiction

Disclaimers: None.  And for little dog on ff.net – yeah, I know about the heart attack, but the thing was Mello’s body was destroyed in the fire anyway.  The human body can’t heal while dead, so all the Life Note did was restore his body to a state in which his soul could survive before reversing the heart attack.  And since he would then be in danger of dying from the severe burn injuries and the Life Note brings people back to life with no immediate danger of dying, it has to heal his burn wounds as well.  Sorry if that confused anyone.

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Page Four: Toys

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The only thing he had felt was the wire slicing through his neck.  It had been insanely painful, but not for very long.  It had hurt for perhaps a minute, which had seemed like a century, before he had died.

“Not painful enough…”

However, the pain was now unbearable.  Light’s mouth was open in a silent scream, vocal chords still severed, as L placed the Life Note and the bloody piano wire on the table.  If he had been conscious to anything but the pain, Light would have felt the blood cascading down his chest and heard it splattering to the floor at his feet.  But nothing mattered except the pain.

It had been four days since he had witnessed Mello brought back to life.  After two days, L had gagged the blond.  His voice had begun to come back and he was nearly constantly screaming from pain.

The time dragged on as the pain gradually ebbed.  Well, it didn’t ebb so much as Light slowly began to feel himself growing numb to it.  He glanced over as his ears began to function again, his eyes first settling on Mello.  He was unconscious, probably getting some much needed sleep, and a IV drip constantly fed water directly into his dehydrated system.  There was no telling how long it would be before he was awake and screaming again.

Over the past four days, Light had been living in what could only be called Hell.  He had died three times over – first, a simple bullet to the heart.  The second time, it was suffocation.  The third time, and the most recent, had been piano wire slitting his throat.

“Now, Yagami-kun, I suppose this is sort of… severe compared to the simple heart attacks your victims suffered.  But perhaps this will cut down on the number of times I have to punish you.  After all, eventually even I will grow tired and wish for you to simply remain dead.  You can’t expect me to stay here resurrecting you forever, can you?” L said with a gentle smile, patting Light’s cheek a couple of times before walking off.

Light let out a painful, gurgling wheeze, a bubble of blood expanding from his lips before popping, splattering his face.  He could feel the rattling in his throat as he forced himself to draw another breath, feeling the wound on his neck closing as the time passed.  Soon, the blood began to dry over the other dried blood that flecked his clothing, turning his once-white shirt a rusty brown color.

It was too much for him to take.  Too much for him to handle.  Closing his eyes, he allowed his head to fall to his chest, the pain of the movement lost in the wave of unconsciousness that overtook him.

Smiling to himself, L watched as the brunette fainted before turning his attentions back to Mello, who had woken up upon hearing the screaming.  Getting to his feet, he walked over to the still-burnt blond.  Bright green eyes followed him, still glazed over but having had sight restored.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I brought you back?” he asked with a bit of a smile as he sat on the edge of the metal gurney and looked down at Mello, his thumb placed in his mouth.  “I know your senses have returned to you, even if your body is still quite… broken.  You can hear, even if you still can’t move all that well.  I suppose a bit of atrophication has set in, what with you… not moving and all.

“The reason I brought you back, Mello-kun, is quite simple,” he continued as he got to his feet again and walked to the table that held all the instruments, his feet making sickening splattering sounds as he walked through Light’s blood.  After a moment of rummaging, he came back with a small folder which contained what appeared to be simply a stack of paper – merely a normal file.

“This is the reason I brought you back,” L said quietly, extracting the first page and holding it up for Mello to see.  “Hmm… perhaps you can’t read yet… I’ll read it to you then, shall I?” he asked with a smile before turning it around and beginning to read.

“When Beyond Birthday committed his third murder, he attempted an experiment.  Namely, to see if it were possible for a human being to die of internal hemorrhaging without rupturing any organs.  Specifically, he drugged the victim so they fell unconscious, tied them up, and proceeded to beat their left arm thoroughly, being careful not to break the skin.  He was hoping to bring about enough hemorrhaging to cause death from loss of blood, but this attempt, sadly, ended in failure.”

Smiling to himself, L slipped the paper back into the folder and laid it on the gurney where he had been sitting moments before.  “Now, Mello-kun, do you really think it’s appropriate to write down things like this, giving more publicity to the L.A.B.B. murder cases than necessary?  After all, someone might get… ideas.  We can’t have that.  That’s why I collected this note you wrote before you died – there are some sick and twisted people out there, Mello-kun.”

Breathing rapidly through his nose, Mello just stared up at L in pure horror.  He couldn’t do much else with the gag in his mouth.  Smiling serenely, L stood again and placed the folder of papers back where he had gotten them, retrieving a small glass bottle and a syringe.  He quickly filled the syringe with the contents of the bottle and went back to Mello, injecting the liquid into a vein in his neck.

“There ya go,” he said pleasantly as he patted Mello’s head, watching the blond quickly slump into unconsciousness.  It was a strong sedative, but it was also rich in nutrients – it would be depressing to have gone through all the trouble to bring him back just to have him starve to death.

Turning, he focused his attention on Matt, walking towards him.  He picked up the Life Note as he passed it, running his fingertip through Light’s blood.

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“It doesn’t make any sense.”

He had watched the security tape repeatedly, but had seen nothing.  Not even the smallest glitch when the tape had been changed. Usually, there was the smallest jump – but no, this just looked as though the coffin lids, all at once, disappeared and reappeared in their open positions revealing nothing inside.  Not a glitch in the entire process.

The employees at the cemetery swore up, down, and sideways that they had seen absolutely no one enter the mausoleum until Near himself had.  He had set some of his men to watching all the security tapes to see if they could find something – ANYthing – but, so far, no luck.

Near himself was sitting in the middle of the floor, the dice scattered around the room where they had fallen when they had ceased being helpful to him.  In addition to that, the lettered cards dotted the floor, the only ones near him the ‘B’ card with his L and Mello fingerpuppets sitting on it.  In addition, he had made a Matt fingerpuppet – he had seen no need before, as he was always with Mello, but now that he wasn’t so sure he figured he might as well make one.

The paper and the puppets were sitting beside him – in front of him was a large stack of papers in a scrawl that almost forced him back into his childhood.  He had finally managed to locate a copy of Mello’s L.A.B.B. murder cases note – he had forgotten that he had copied it and filed it away before returning it to Roger.  As it hadn’t been terribly pertinent to the Kira case he hadn’t really taken much of it in when he had first read it, but now he was absorbing it as though it was somehow important.

Rue Ryuuzaki was dead – he knew that much.  He hadn’t needed the information in the note to tell him that.  Which meant that it couldn’t be Beyond Birthday doing this… but it was obvious that whoever was doing it was taking lessons from Plan B.

Not B… and not A, either, as he was also dead.  Obviously not L.  But he didn’t know anything about anyone else in between, or even if there had been anyone in between.  Certainly there had been, as it was a rather illogical jump from B to L, but he didn’t know if any of them were dead, or alive, or why they had failed where L had succeeded.

Would one of them do this from some sense of rivalry directed at L?

Did that even make sense?

And why take Mello and Matt too, if indeed the same person had done it?

Perhaps a Kira supporter.  It was entirely likely.  After all, Mikami had been astoundingly intelligent, if blind where his Kami-sama had been concerned.  And a little off-his-guard when he thought everything was going his way.  But he had been a lawyer, and a successful one, which proved that it wasn’t just homeless nutballs and teenage girls who sung Kira’s praises.  After all, most of the world had been behind him by the time Yagami had finally died.

In that case, it stood to reason why they would have been able to locate L’s grave – his funeral hadn’t been publicized, understandably, and he had been moved from his original burial site to his true burial site in order to throw people off.  It would have taken someone very, very intelligent to merely find out where he was, much less do what they had done to the tape, not to mention flat getting in.

His eyes skimmed the L.A.B.B. note for the fourth time – since he had already read it, his eyes now flew to key words and took in different phrases that appeared important.  He would go with the reasoning that it was a Kira supporter for now, who had somehow picked up some tricks from B.  If that was the case, whoever they were looking for was bound to be dangerous.  So he began studying the attributes he could pick up of B from this note.  He had never met the man himself, and L had only mentioned him in passing.  Roger refused to talk about him.

Reaching up to rub his temples, Near couldn’t help feeling that this was all quickly spiraling into a bad dream that was eventually going to end up with his death.

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“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

The mindless screaming continued.

Mello didn’t move, nor did Light.  Matt’s back arched as he continued to scream, fresh blood staining his vest from the movement.  Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth and towards his forehead from the angle he had pushed himself into, his hands twitching uselessly.

His voice began cracking under the strain of his screams, but he continued.  Sighing, L rubbed his ear and continued to watch.  He would stop eventually – they always did.  Where the skin had been rotting on the gamer new skin was growing, attaching itself to the old skin and leaving strange red lines, like a jigsaw piece that almost fit right, but not quite.  Those too would disappear.

“Poor mindless slave,” L said with a sigh as Matt’s voice finally gave out.  The redhead thrashed, staining the wooden table underneath him with blood that looked almost black in the weird lighting of the room.  “You should have known that following him around would have gotten you killed, Mail.”

Horrified eyes snapped over to him, his voice cracking as he attempted to say something.  His lips formed what looked like an ‘L’, but the sound that came out didn’t even remotely sound like a word.  It was just a croak.

“Hmm… shouldn’t have screamed so much.  Can’t hear you,” he said pleasantly, smiling down at the other male.  “I know you’re in better condition than Mello was when he first woke up.  Then again, he was cremated, in a way – you were just shot, right, Matt-kun?”

The eyes watching him widened as he felt Matt’s trembling increase.  The corners of L’s smile twitched as he watched the boy’s reactions.  Yes, this was why they had been at Wammy’s – they were geniuses, of course.  No one gave Matt credit because he was only number three, but what a hell of an achievement.

He mouthed what looked like ‘I’m dead’.

“No, not dead,” L said, shaking his head.  “I mean… yes, you were dead, but you aren’t any longer.  I took care of that.  It’s all quite amusing, wouldn’t you agree?”

The look on Matt’s face conveyed anything but amusement.

“Well… don’t worry.  I won’t be the only one laughing when this is over.”

Description
Abstraction

A Death Note fan-fiction

Disclaimers: None.  And for little dog on ff.net – yeah, I know about the heart attack, but the thing was Mello’s body was destroyed in the fire anyway.  The human body can’t heal while dead, so all the Life Note did was restore his body to a state in which his soul could survive before reversing the heart attack.  And since he would then be in danger of dying from the severe burn injuries and the Life Note brings people back to life with no immediate danger of dying, it has to heal his burn wounds as well.  Sorry if that confused anyone.

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Page Four: Toys

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The only thing he had felt was the wire slicing through his neck.  It had been insanely painful, but not for very long.  It had hurt for perhaps a minute, which had seemed like a century, before he had died.

“Not painful enough…”

However, the pain was now unbearable.  Light’s mouth was open in a silent scream, vocal chords still severed, as L placed the Life Note and the bloody piano wire on the table.  If he had been conscious to anything but the pain, Light would have felt the blood cascading down his chest and heard it splattering to the floor at his feet.  But nothing mattered except the pain.

It had been four days since he had witnessed Mello brought back to life.  After two days, L had gagged the blond.  His voice had begun to come back and he was nearly constantly screaming from pain.

The time dragged on as the pain gradually ebbed.  Well, it didn’t ebb so much as Light slowly began to feel himself growing numb to it.  He glanced over as his ears began to function again, his eyes first settling on Mello.  He was unconscious, probably getting some much needed sleep, and a IV drip constantly fed water directly into his dehydrated system.  There was no telling how long it would be before he was awake and screaming again.

Over the past four days, Light had been living in what could only be called Hell.  He had died three times over – first, a simple bullet to the heart.  The second time, it was suffocation.  The third time, and the most recent, had been piano wire slitting his throat.

“Now, Yagami-kun, I suppose this is sort of… severe compared to the simple heart attacks your victims suffered.  But perhaps this will cut down on the number of times I have to punish you.  After all, eventually even I will grow tired and wish for you to simply remain dead.  You can’t expect me to stay here resurrecting you forever, can you?” L said with a gentle smile, patting Light’s cheek a couple of times before walking off.

Light let out a painful, gurgling wheeze, a bubble of blood expanding from his lips before popping, splattering his face.  He could feel the rattling in his throat as he forced himself to draw another breath, feeling the wound on his neck closing as the time passed.  Soon, the blood began to dry over the other dried blood that flecked his clothing, turning his once-white shirt a rusty brown color.

It was too much for him to take.  Too much for him to handle.  Closing his eyes, he allowed his head to fall to his chest, the pain of the movement lost in the wave of unconsciousness that overtook him.

Smiling to himself, L watched as the brunette fainted before turning his attentions back to Mello, who had woken up upon hearing the screaming.  Getting to his feet, he walked over to the still-burnt blond.  Bright green eyes followed him, still glazed over but having had sight restored.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I brought you back?” he asked with a bit of a smile as he sat on the edge of the metal gurney and looked down at Mello, his thumb placed in his mouth.  “I know your senses have returned to you, even if your body is still quite… broken.  You can hear, even if you still can’t move all that well.  I suppose a bit of atrophication has set in, what with you… not moving and all.

“The reason I brought you back, Mello-kun, is quite simple,” he continued as he got to his feet again and walked to the table that held all the instruments, his feet making sickening splattering sounds as he walked through Light’s blood.  After a moment of rummaging, he came back with a small folder which contained what appeared to be simply a stack of paper – merely a normal file.

“This is the reason I brought you back,” L said quietly, extracting the first page and holding it up for Mello to see.  “Hmm… perhaps you can’t read yet… I’ll read it to you then, shall I?” he asked with a smile before turning it around and beginning to read.

“When Beyond Birthday committed his third murder, he attempted an experiment.  Namely, to see if it were possible for a human being to die of internal hemorrhaging without rupturing any organs.  Specifically, he drugged the victim so they fell unconscious, tied them up, and proceeded to beat their left arm thoroughly, being careful not to break the skin.  He was hoping to bring about enough hemorrhaging to cause death from loss of blood, but this attempt, sadly, ended in failure.”

Smiling to himself, L slipped the paper back into the folder and laid it on the gurney where he had been sitting moments before.  “Now, Mello-kun, do you really think it’s appropriate to write down things like this, giving more publicity to the L.A.B.B. murder cases than necessary?  After all, someone might get… ideas.  We can’t have that.  That’s why I collected this note you wrote before you died – there are some sick and twisted people out there, Mello-kun.”

Breathing rapidly through his nose, Mello just stared up at L in pure horror.  He couldn’t do much else with the gag in his mouth.  Smiling serenely, L stood again and placed the folder of papers back where he had gotten them, retrieving a small glass bottle and a syringe.  He quickly filled the syringe with the contents of the bottle and went back to Mello, injecting the liquid into a vein in his neck.

“There ya go,” he said pleasantly as he patted Mello’s head, watching the blond quickly slump into unconsciousness.  It was a strong sedative, but it was also rich in nutrients – it would be depressing to have gone through all the trouble to bring him back just to have him starve to death.

Turning, he focused his attention on Matt, walking towards him.  He picked up the Life Note as he passed it, running his fingertip through Light’s blood.

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“It doesn’t make any sense.”

He had watched the security tape repeatedly, but had seen nothing.  Not even the smallest glitch when the tape had been changed. Usually, there was the smallest jump – but no, this just looked as though the coffin lids, all at once, disappeared and reappeared in their open positions revealing nothing inside.  Not a glitch in the entire process.

The employees at the cemetery swore up, down, and sideways that they had seen absolutely no one enter the mausoleum until Near himself had.  He had set some of his men to watching all the security tapes to see if they could find something – ANYthing – but, so far, no luck.

Near himself was sitting in the middle of the floor, the dice scattered around the room where they had fallen when they had ceased being helpful to him.  In addition to that, the lettered cards dotted the floor, the only ones near him the ‘B’ card with his L and Mello fingerpuppets sitting on it.  In addition, he had made a Matt fingerpuppet – he had seen no need before, as he was always with Mello, but now that he wasn’t so sure he figured he might as well make one.

The paper and the puppets were sitting beside him – in front of him was a large stack of papers in a scrawl that almost forced him back into his childhood.  He had finally managed to locate a copy of Mello’s L.A.B.B. murder cases note – he had forgotten that he had copied it and filed it away before returning it to Roger.  As it hadn’t been terribly pertinent to the Kira case he hadn’t really taken much of it in when he had first read it, but now he was absorbing it as though it was somehow important.

Rue Ryuuzaki was dead – he knew that much.  He hadn’t needed the information in the note to tell him that.  Which meant that it couldn’t be Beyond Birthday doing this… but it was obvious that whoever was doing it was taking lessons from Plan B.

Not B… and not A, either, as he was also dead.  Obviously not L.  But he didn’t know anything about anyone else in between, or even if there had been anyone in between.  Certainly there had been, as it was a rather illogical jump from B to L, but he didn’t know if any of them were dead, or alive, or why they had failed where L had succeeded.

Would one of them do this from some sense of rivalry directed at L?

Did that even make sense?

And why take Mello and Matt too, if indeed the same person had done it?

Perhaps a Kira supporter.  It was entirely likely.  After all, Mikami had been astoundingly intelligent, if blind where his Kami-sama had been concerned.  And a little off-his-guard when he thought everything was going his way.  But he had been a lawyer, and a successful one, which proved that it wasn’t just homeless nutballs and teenage girls who sung Kira’s praises.  After all, most of the world had been behind him by the time Yagami had finally died.

In that case, it stood to reason why they would have been able to locate L’s grave – his funeral hadn’t been publicized, understandably, and he had been moved from his original burial site to his true burial site in order to throw people off.  It would have taken someone very, very intelligent to merely find out where he was, much less do what they had done to the tape, not to mention flat getting in.

His eyes skimmed the L.A.B.B. note for the fourth time – since he had already read it, his eyes now flew to key words and took in different phrases that appeared important.  He would go with the reasoning that it was a Kira supporter for now, who had somehow picked up some tricks from B.  If that was the case, whoever they were looking for was bound to be dangerous.  So he began studying the attributes he could pick up of B from this note.  He had never met the man himself, and L had only mentioned him in passing.  Roger refused to talk about him.

Reaching up to rub his temples, Near couldn’t help feeling that this was all quickly spiraling into a bad dream that was eventually going to end up with his death.

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“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

The mindless screaming continued.

Mello didn’t move, nor did Light.  Matt’s back arched as he continued to scream, fresh blood staining his vest from the movement.  Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth and towards his forehead from the angle he had pushed himself into, his hands twitching uselessly.

His voice began cracking under the strain of his screams, but he continued.  Sighing, L rubbed his ear and continued to watch.  He would stop eventually – they always did.  Where the skin had been rotting on the gamer new skin was growing, attaching itself to the old skin and leaving strange red lines, like a jigsaw piece that almost fit right, but not quite.  Those too would disappear.

“Poor mindless slave,” L said with a sigh as Matt’s voice finally gave out.  The redhead thrashed, staining the wooden table underneath him with blood that looked almost black in the weird lighting of the room.  “You should have known that following him around would have gotten you killed, Mail.”

Horrified eyes snapped over to him, his voice cracking as he attempted to say something.  His lips formed what looked like an ‘L’, but the sound that came out didn’t even remotely sound like a word.  It was just a croak.

“Hmm… shouldn’t have screamed so much.  Can’t hear you,” he said pleasantly, smiling down at the other male.  “I know you’re in better condition than Mello was when he first woke up.  Then again, he was cremated, in a way – you were just shot, right, Matt-kun?”

The eyes watching him widened as he felt Matt’s trembling increase.  The corners of L’s smile twitched as he watched the boy’s reactions.  Yes, this was why they had been at Wammy’s – they were geniuses, of course.  No one gave Matt credit because he was only number three, but what a hell of an achievement.

He mouthed what looked like ‘I’m dead’.

“No, not dead,” L said, shaking his head.  “I mean… yes, you were dead, but you aren’t any longer.  I took care of that.  It’s all quite amusing, wouldn’t you agree?”

The look on Matt’s face conveyed anything but amusement.

“Well… don’t worry.  I won’t be the only one laughing when this is over.”