Lfen Lied Ch 1 Kyrie Eleison
A/N: This is a Death Note and Elfen Lied fusion fanfic I've started over at DNKink2. (Request: "L as Kouta, Light as Lucy") Crossposted on Deviantart. I do not own either anime/manga (so what are you doing here? Go watch/read them!)
Spoilers for Death Note and Elfen Lied. Naturally there will be violence, gore, and death.
Also this is a slashfic and the pairing will be L x Light.
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"No Light! Don't do it!" L screamed and then there was blood everywhere as the girl standing next to him literally exploded from the inside out. Her heart fell in L's lap. Her head rolled across the room, coming to a stop face up. Her face was frozen in a permanent look of shock. The warm blood splattered across his face...
A shadowed figure of a young boy lingered in the doorway, face devoid of expression even in the face of such gruesome violence. L trembled in fear and rage under the boys gaze-the child was more terrifying than the bloody scene because L somehow knew that the boy was the cause...
The boy's eyes burned a malevolent red as he whispered "You liar!"
L awoke with a start, and then he was falling out of his desk chair into a tangled heap on the floor.
"Ryuuzaki, is everything alright?" Watari asked over the intercom.
L wiped the cold sweat from his brow. He must have nodded off while he was working... Dammit, this was why he didn't like sleeping! He always had horrific nightmares about the time before he got sick...
"Everything's fine, Watari," L replied in his usual monotone as he righted his chair and crouched on top of it as per usual. Though he didn't show it for fear of worrying his caretaker L was still very shaken up from his nightmare.
"Good because... it's starting..."
L stabbed at the strawberry on his cheesecake in irritation. Had he really nodded off just when he was about to...? L didn't want to admit it but this case was getting to him.
Just something about it seemed to hit home... For one Kira's profile was eerily similar to his own personality... even the crime scenes had a vague sense of familiarity. Of course he didn't believe any of the tabloids that gleefully brought forward the slanderous and rampant crackpot theories that L and Kira are the same person. Watari could testify to the fact that he was NOT Kira. His caretaker watched his every move. He would notice if the criminals he investigated started dying of heart attacks. But it was still unsettling knowing that you shared several personality traits in common with a mass-murderer. L tried to stick with his training and his skills as a profiler but even then, the signature, the personality behind the murders. It was almost as if he knew...
L shook his head to dispel that train of thought. His logic was still being influenced by his nightmare. It had all made sense when he was dreaming but now that he was awake... It was just a nightmare-totally irrational. Really? Exploding people and yelling something about the light? Couldn't his subconscious have come up with something more useful than that? And the details were already fading. L banished his vision of a mad child smirking down at him and nodded his approval to Watari that they may proceed as planned. L then brought up the live-feed on his laptop so he could watch his stand-in.
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Light Yagami had just been quietly doing his homework when Interpol made their announcement.
"I am Lind L. Tailor. Otherwise known as L."
Light glanced up from his desk to gaze apathetically at the (nice-looking) man with the long, dark hair in the fitted suit that had interrupted the latest episode of Misa-Misa's Happy Sweets (they must be serious about this). It looked like the authorities were finally responding to his... (Light chuckled) handiwork.
"I call out to the mass-murderer known commonly as Kira, the one responsible for over fifty criminal deaths around the world. That's fifty human lives..."
Light scoffed at that. "I've never killed a human," he hissed at the television. He'd only ever killed monsters dressed in human skins...
"You yourself are a hypocritical, vile, and immature criminal," Lind rebuked in his heavy Dixie accent.
"Really? Name-calling? You're the immature one!" Light snapped but then realized what he was doing. He was getting way too worked up about this. Light leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and forced himself to relax even as Lind kept talking. It wouldn't do to fly into a rage. That was dangerous, not to mention stupid for someone with his... condition...
"I will not rest until the person or persons responsible are brought to justice!" Lind continued to rant onscreen. "Kira we will hunt you down. We will find you..."
Light had to stop from rolling his eyes. As if he didn't know what he was getting into from the beginning-well bring it on, assholes. As if they'd ever find him. He was way too smart for them... and even on the off-chance that they did find him somehow... they could never stop him. He was far beyond any mere human.
"Listen to me, Kira. I have a pretty good idea what your motivation might be and what you hope to achieve but what you're doing right now is evil!"
Evil?
He was Evil?
The word echoed in his skull as memories returned unbidden. Memories he had tried so hard to forget...
It all came crashing down.
"EVIL!" "Vile creature!" "Just like an oni!" "Demon." "Monster!" "Devil-child!" "Freak!" Sang the memories.
No... no, no, no, NO! That was another life! That wasn't HIM anymore. THEY couldn't hurt him anymore.
And he was perfect.
Without thinking about it Light closed his eyes tightly, slumped over his desk, and covered his ears, biting back a scream. He could almost feel their filthy hands on him pulling his hair, pulling his horns as they sneered "Those horns are disgusting!"
Unconsciously Light's hand went up to his head and felt where the bony tips were still secure, hidden beneath his brown wig.
"No one cares about you!" "No one will ever love you." "You're not human!" "He gives me the creeps! He gives no reaction even when you beat him!" Sudou had announced as he again put a boot in his ribs beating him within an inch of his life.
Light squeezed his eyes tighter began softly singing a melancholy song he had heard... somewhere, trying to drown out the noise in his head:
"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam, / Et lingua eius loquetur indicium..."
He wished he could just erase these memories from his mind... because he had had such episodes before and he knew what was coming next...
There was a shriek of pain and he was screaming as they punted his kitten across the classroom. It hit with a sickening thud against the classroom wall.
"This is great! This is far better than anything we could do to HIM!"
The vase came down again and again and again. And they laughed. They laughed and laughed as the blood ran across the floorboards...
Light didn't realize he too had begun to laugh insanely as he stared, unseeing at his television.
"You know who isn't human?" He had snarled at his tormentors. "YOU KNOW WHO ISN'T HUMAN? IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"
Light glanced down at his hands as if he could still see the blood on them... It was the first time he had ever used his powers to kill. That was ten years ago-he had been seven years old at the time.
"...Kyrie, fons bonitatis / Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison."
He wasn't evil. He wasn't! They were! They pushed him to this! They were rotten!
(Sudou wouldn't be spreading his rot anymore as he was rotting underground!)
Once he cut the rot away no one would ever do anything evil again and then...
And then...
And then everything would be okay.
No, he had no regrets. They were rotten. The rotten deserve to die...
Light breathed in and out trying to compose himself. Meanwhile back in the real world it had been only moments since this L had declared he was "Evil."
How dare he?
"You think I'm evil?" Light said quietly, the calm before the storm as he glared at the man on television beneath his fringe of brown hair. "I AM JUSTICE! I PROTECT THE INNOCENT AND THOSE WHO FEAR EVIL! I WILL BE THE GOD OF A NEW WORLD THAT EVERYONE DESIRES! ALL THOSE THAT OPPOSE THAT GOD-THEY ARE THE ONE'S WHO ARE TRULY EVIL!"
Light took a calming breath and closed his eyes as he reached out with his mind. Invisible tendrils writhed from his back along his spine, stretching out further... further. His body remained in his bedroom but the invisible tendrils stretched out and across the city all the way to the news studio... It was like he was groping his way in the dark with invisible hands.
"Inhuman filth!" Light snarled upon sensing his way to where Lind L. Tailor was. "You're just too stupid, L!" It took a while for his vectors to cover the distance and in that time Light had calmed himself a bit and reminded himself that name-calling alone wasn't enough to warrant a death sentence. Otherwise he'd have to off the entire human race. Not to mention practically everyone he knew from his childhood...
Light smiled sickly as he wondered what had become of the others at the orphanage. Maybe they became criminals he punished. Or did they worship Kira?
It didn't matter.
That was another life. He wasn't that weakling anymore.
He was God.
Light was sweating from the exertion of finely manipulating his vectors from across the city-he had already done his judgments for the day which included killing criminals around the world and he was, frankly, damned tired...
Light had just decided he wouldn't be killing this L-guy no matter how he taunted him when he "saw" through his vectors into the room which held Lind L. Tailor. The man looked nervous; his eyes kept shifting to the armed men that were standing just outside the view of the cameras... That's when Light realized that this was a trap and Lind was the bait. Of course the real L wouldn't show himself!
Well, this had just gotten that much more interesting. Light suppressed his bloodlust as he wouldn't be killing anybody at the moment and instead grinned sadistically as he cut a fine line of blood across Lind's cheek with his vectors. The man shrieked in terror and fell out of his seat but Light left him very much alive. Yes it was a trap but since he already had his vectors there he might as well make it worth his effort and scare the shit out of all of them. It's not like they had a prayer of stopping him.
An invisible hand gently caressed Lind's bloodied cheek, becoming partly visible when covered in blood. The military types got Lind out of the way and shot at where the bloodied "hand" was. Light didn't feel a thing. He ignored them in favor of his current task. With his bloodied vector's "fingertips" he carefully traced in perfect kanji on the wall facing the cameras for the whole world to see "L, did you know oni..."
Light was interrupted by the loud pounding on his door.
"Hey Light? Why is your door locked?"
"Sayu?" His concentration broken Light's vector's retracted of their own will. He wiped off the blood from his invisible hands long before they stretched back from across town to his bedroom...
"What is it?"
"Can you help me with my homework?" Sayu called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah sure, in a minute!" Light called back. He hastily turned off the TV. He was sure he'd hear all about it tomorrow (and the last thing he wanted was for his little sister to get involved in any of this.)
Because...
Light opened the door to see his sister's smiling face and his heart swam with rarely felt affection for another...
And the memories returned unbidden of a vase coming down, crushing the skull of the little creature he cared for...
Light squeezed his eyes shut and held his face in his hand.
"Onii-san? What's wrong?"
"If you love something never let it get close to you. They'll just take it away..."
"Nothing Sayu," Light smiled brightly and deflected to "So how about these quadratic equations? What do you need help with? What are you stuck on?"
Sayu still looked a bit concerned as she replied "I think... all of it."
Light doted on his little sister and helped her with her math homework though he strongly suspected she didn't really need his help.
He would do anything to protect her and his foster parents and make them happy.
That's why he was working to make the world a safer place. He would make sure of it. What happened to his birth family would never happen to the Yagamis.
He was doing it for them.
...And for Lawliet.
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