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Alternative's next breath caught in his throat as an unpleasant sensation snaked up his spine like a fever's chill. ❛  you aren't scared of me, are you?  ❜

"You aren't scared of me, are you?"

Backup whispers, straddling Alternative in his twin bed for the very first time.

A's eyes snap open in an instant, clearly startled no matter how hard he may try to hide it. It's the dead of night, so dark that B is nothing but a shadow, even as he presses his weight down onto A's body.

"I wonder...what were they thinking, putting us in the same bedroom?

Did they intend for us to get along?

If you were in a different room, you could at least lock your door. I'm excellent at lockpicking, but you'd have a potential witness in your roommate.

Here, it's just A and B. Every day and every night...even as we're asked to compete. To destroy one another.

They must've known one of us would be devoured eventually. Like a parasitic twin in the womb. There is not enough room for the both of us.

Do those adults really think it will happen fairly and cleanly? With one of us just accepting defeat? I don't believe that for a second.

This...must be part of the test. Our proximity. If they wanted two geniuses to survive long enough to be of use to them, they would've locked us both in cages and kept us as far away from one another as possible. Otherwise..."

B reveals the scalpel A gave him as a peace offering all that time ago. A cannot see it - he can only feel the chill of metal pressing against the thin skin protecting his jugular vein.

"It's just too easy for me to win. Right now. For all your brilliance, dear A, none of it can protect you from the weakness of your flesh."

Lightly, carefully, almost lovingly, he grazes the sharp tip of the blade down the length of Alternative's neck.

"A moment ago, you were unconscious. You might have never woken up. Even now, you're completely at my mercy. I could do whatever I wanted to you and no one could stop me. That has been true every single night you've slept next to me in this bed. Do you realize that?"

Suddenly, B shoves the scalpel into A's mouth, pushing it against the corner of his lips. He leans forward until their foreheads meet, and A can feel the warmth of his excited breath.

"I think about it all the time."

For a few agonizing moments, they stay just like this. Perfectly still. The silence and the darkness cloaking them in a world where nothing else exists. Frozen in time.

B withdraws the knife in one swift motion, cutting into the corner of A's mouth as a result. It should sting and bleed, but not scar. At least, not permanently. B slips the scalpel back into his pocket and slowly sits back up.

"Goodnight, Alternative."

B crawls from A's bed and back into his own.

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生き甲斐 | Purpose || Reason for Existence

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Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases- Victims ↳Believe Bridesmaid(44), Quarter Queen(13), Backyard Bottomslash(26)

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♰  Full Resolution 

[ Notes on The LABB Case ]

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July 31, 2002: The first victim in the L.A. BB Serial Murder Cases, Believe Bridesmaid, is found dead.

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—He takes too fucking long…

His heart thudded against his curled fingers, blanched white at the knuckles.

A tremoring ache through the arc of bones rattles silently against living wood, his ribs finding their places in the knotted ridges of bark under his sternum.

He sank into the uncharitable valleys of it's uneven notches with a furtive exhalation, one final breath that brings him flush against the arm that looms over the footpath like a darkening omen.

His fingers withdrew with the careful grace of an experimental brush across violin strings not daring to create a sound— they release their clasp around the limb and everything slows, everything balancing on blind faith as he lets go of their safe guard to find the trigger…

The stiff curve presses false promises under his touch but he knows not to believe it, the contact he makes is so fine that his finger barely shivers with the pulse of his blood...

His body stills, breath clutched in his lungs, he starves for air as the raven head emerges over horizon in the cross hairs.

Salient-blue eyes center like chipped alabaster over a quite grave.

He can still feel gravity tugging tenderly at his senses like a girl's cloying perfume, imperceptible and luring, even the threat of falling cannot make it beyond the periphery of his concentration; nothing else matters now, his focus is a tunneling vortex with Backup at the nexus of all that scarlet hatred.

He squeezes down, lets loose the first glinting bolt that cuts the air like shrill screech.

— The first shot nearly clips B's ear and he stumbles a startled half-step

Both are motionless as B inspects the shimmering stem of a long masonry nail, lets the inkling permeate into chilly understanding as the reanimated movement of Alternative's index finger silently draws back the notch...

He turns to follow the path of trajectory, the invisible seam in destiny that brings his eyes to its origin.

Alternative doesn't flinch, he wants him to look fidelity in the face.

The scorpion arm draws wider than his rival's shoulders, like the fleshless bones of a vulture's wings, arcing like death took them in midflight— It takes Backup a moment to realize he is staring down the nose of a loaded crossbow. This is not a fledgling impulse, Alternative conceived this years ago. It had laid in wake like a viper in the pit beneath their floorboards since the day Alternative knew he might need a backup plan for the backup plan. Initially, it provided the serendipity that divested the founder's car of road worthiness, such that L was left stranded just long enough to meet them, just long enough that he might glimpse the derangement in their second best... what A saw and what he kept so well disguised from their guardians. But, it's purpose evolved with Alternative's errant conscience and Backup's opportune interest in concocting poisons— Should Backup ever surpass him, he would make his rival's hobby into the modus for murder. B's insidious toxins loaded into the biting quills of this orphaned invention would enable Alternative to dispose of L and let blame fall on the deviant usurper. Backup had always scuffed at decorum, disparaged the first child for the dishonesty underpinning in a good reputation, but Alternative did not obey because he was a sycophant or a coward... he was patient.

Alternative savors the subtle ripple of delight coming through B's depthless eyes, sunless as vagrant windows of an abandoned house time forgot.

' I know you're in there, you bastard. '

One fluid motion like rain tracing a pane of glass and he's lined up his sight. Staring into the deep hollows of those armageddeon eyes with not even the curl of breath to disturb a defecting lock, nothing matters but Backup and the sharpness of his aim.

' So, you'll just let me have you? '

Alternative's finger moves into the laminal space that separates unrequited animosity from consummate savagery and when a venomous simper draws over Backup's lips— he pulls the trigger.

[Carefully folded, a delicate pink note tucks itself between the tree's undulating seams. The ripples of bark, communion ash against the blushing paper, a meek sail cresting dark waves blissfully unaware of its existence on the periphery of an expanding whirlpool, a crater left by bruised knuckles. The note reads:] "I daydream of reciting bible verses in backless Sunday dresses, brushing my fingers through your hair as proverbs pour out of me. I would shiver against your lips pressed lush and hot between the valleys of my unguarded virtue. I want you to kiss me so hard that I bruise like bitten fruit, I want you to sink your sanguine carnality into me, divorce modernity and pretend we are in some distant century, sincere and snarling into each other's skin - my muse red in tooth and claw, my savage love... You could infiltrate me so tenderly, daring my will to resist this pull from God with your succulent serenade. My voice would grow small and sharp as a misericord's blade, glinting promises of mercy asking you to slip it between the petals of my armor, all that's left to guard sense from sin. - ♡"

The early morning jogs began as a necessary staple of B's training regimen.

Victory is less about raw strength than it is about stamina and endurance, his trainer told him, if you can outlast your opponent in a fight, you win.

B defeated A in the athletic realm a long time ago, that was undeniable, and yet it wasn't enough. The envy rolling A's eyes whenever B showed off, the pounding of his heart betraying fear as B pinned him to the ground again and again and again until it was insisted that B spar with someone closer to his skill level...

Ah, the humiliation was palpable. It was an amazing feeling.

Alternative even lowered himself to a full-scale retreat, begging Roger to remove him from the class because he couldn't handle it.

Now, the early morning jogs are something B does of his own volition when he is in the mood and the weather is tolerable, to keep form and assure Alternative that in this avenue he would always be inferior.

On days like this he is usually awake before anyone else, which is what makes the odd little sign of human activity in the form of a pink note in a tree particularly eye-catching as B slows to a stop in front of it and catches his breath.

This is the tree he used as a sandbag and passed on his usual route around the orphanage. Still, besides that gaping wound he left in its trunk, it is one unremarkable tree in a sea of many. That note could be meant for anyone. B plucks it from its perch anyway, immediately thinking of the previous letter he discovered in his desk and reads it.

The letter could be meant for anyone, but twice is quite the coincidence.

Trained to be a detective from the time he was small, that glaring focus takes over and he almost doesn't take the time to enjoy what the letter is saying.

Almost.

Sunday dresses?

---------- Obelus Yoriko Umbral A ----------

Though Obelus is Catholic and the only person on B's mental list he's seen carrying a bible, he has a baffling insecurity about his bare arms and taking off the stupid flannels he wears all the time. B still intends to compare their handwriting, but unless he's playing some elaborate game (which B feels he is too lazy for) it is highly unlikely that Obe is the author of these notes or interested in wearing backless Sunday dresses. Besides, if he wanted to fuck, he'd just say so.

Even more than the hunger inherent in the delicately penned words on the page, B is struck by one thing in particular -

My voice would grow small and sharp as a misericord's blade, glinting promises of mercy asking you to slip it between the petals of my armor, all that's left to guard sense from sin.

B recognizes the blade from books he read on the High Middle Ages years ago.

Specifically, that it was meant to be a last resort - to kill your enemy during a struggle, or kill a knight with a fatal wound to gift them a more painless death. Usually with the aim to pierce the eye, the brain, or the heart.

It's a morbid way of putting things.

Whoever this person is, they consider their situation dire. The note says so itself - sin and death.

Whoever they are, there's a reason why they're hiding behind pretty little notes.

B smirks to himself. He's having fun.

He pockets the second note, and resumes his jog.

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Here’s the link on a different post cause tumblr won’t show it in tags otherwise :P

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There is a tenuous disgust at the corner of his mouth, subtle as a reptile through reeds, only a trimmer of existence shivered to the surface before it disappeared somewhere —living, breathing, buried beneath skin and pseudo-civility.

Somewhere beyond the reach of sight, Alternative bit into the bitter fruit of malice he had fostered long ago for Backup, refusing to swallow her saccharine invocations without a proper chaser.

For every charitable remark she made was followed by the internal renunciation that he held back behind his teeth.

—B is a brat the way a switch blade is merely an instrument composed of metal alloy

—B cares about me the way fire cares about kindling, the way the blade cares about blood

—B is a stray that ought to be adopted out, returned to the pound, put down-

The mere mention of that pernicious little sociopath irked something right on the edge ungracious but he managed to still hold his tongue, letting her compare the harbinger of his ruin to a house cat.

Backup had long since shed his performance of innocent ignorance, no longer pretending he lacked the grasp of English, that Alternative was spoiled and resented having attention divided between him and the new baby.

He is not my brother, he is a brood parasite, the egg of a cuckoo left in the nest of foreign parents that fail to recognize the artifice for what it is.

Alternative collected himself and began to consider the bed of Yoriko's roommate, "You never told me, if you liked him... Don't you and your roommate share a common origin?"

"I've thought that was why they roomed you together that and... the rumor is that Z only likes boys. Well— ...maybe the thought was that you and he wouldn't have too high an affinity for each other."

"I'm sorry if I am being too presumptuous, ... I don't even know if you like boys, Yoriko."

"... While I don't enjoy being seen like this, I don't feel there is much other choice. I'm not feeling well, B is trying to take advantage of that and I am trying to find somewhere to sleep that he can't easily slither into."

"Come in, come in." Z is off elsewhere for the night, so his space is free. She makes sure the door is closed and puts a door stop in place. This is a B-free zone. "You can have my bed, it is no worry at all."

Hers does also happen to have better blankets.

"Do you need anything? I can make a drink?"

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[B spots Alternative in the dining room, bending over slightly to set down his tray at an empty table. There's only one proper thing to do in a situation like this. Draw your hand back as far as you can and smack his ass as hard as you can so that people turn and look.]

[The startled gasp tore out of his throat before he could retain it behind his teeth. His lips thinning in annoyance, he shot a baleful glare at Backup over the sleep starved shadows rimming his eyes.]

[It drew the attention of his peers and the question hung between them— Will you take it laying down?]

Today was the first time they had shared lunch in years, a shaky attempt to resolve the incivility he felt towards the other for the threat he posed. Psychologists might call it ‘Reaction Formation’ but he called it tactical necessity, if only to pacify the tempting predilection for quid pro quo. Evidently, Backup had no such intentions of restraining himself for the sake of a threadbare peace. He was well pleased to sleep next to a seething Alternative who would bide his time and strike only when it was most opportune— or he was left without options.

[Alternative let his tray drop to the table, the way he would a heavy book to the desk surface where B attempted to take a furtive nap.]

"That's it- I've had it with you!"

[In a singular swift motion, he dipped two fingers into the heel of his shoe and peeled it off. Brandishing it in his right hand, he struck Backup across the backside in return-]

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The slide of her fingertips leaves tingling trails behind a warm caress that is quickly washed out by the searing ache of the wound. The sensation slips way from tangibility so rapidly that he wishes he was daring enough to draw them up his arm where they could savor the ghost of her touch.

But he is not, Backup is right —it's cowardice.

The thought is swept away by the sight of her tongue licking his blood. For an instant he isn't sure he saw it, it occurs with such a fleeting mundanity that he nearly thinks he must have misunderstood, there must have been another explanation for her licking her fingers like she was sampling icing from a cake.

" uh-ohh, right—"

So preoccupied with trying to untangle her actions, he is almost caught off guard by the words that came out next.

"... I'm sorry- I really do appreciate this, though I never intended to become a task for you to tackle at bedtime— I will have to return the favor."

Her phone chimes blithely, a twinkling and eerie ring that A instantly recognizes; Backup was trying to settle the score before he even knew his next move.

" ... Perhaps, when I am better, I could tend to you somehow?"

At least, she would never have to know this was all due to his own foibles, he could still outmaneuver Backup if he didn't make too much of a fool of himself.

Alternative runs his fingers over the immaculate bandage and admires her work as he seats himself on the end of her bed, Yoriko's practiced hands could out do even the most seasoned in the infirmary.

"You've gotten really good at this... You know, I overheard the others talking about you the other day. I think they're right, Z is really fortunate to have you as a roommate, if only I had gotten so lucky."

"... While I don't enjoy being seen like this, I don't feel there is much other choice. I'm not feeling well, B is trying to take advantage of that and I am trying to find somewhere to sleep that he can't easily slither into."

"Come in, come in." Z is off elsewhere for the night, so his space is free. She makes sure the door is closed and puts a door stop in place. This is a B-free zone. "You can have my bed, it is no worry at all."

Hers does also happen to have better blankets.

"Do you need anything? I can make a drink?"

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"Justice has more power than anything else." "Power? By power…you mean strength?" "No. I mean kindness." He said it so easily. Misora almost dropped the phone.

— Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases - Chapter 6

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Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases- Victims ↳Believe Bridesmaid(44), Quarter Queen(13), Backyard Bottomslash(26)

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Could I possibly request my A in A7, please? >-<;

The golden child and his cloud

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#A in his coffin just flipping through his phone after waking up because they buried it with him

㊁ : emergency

[Text: sanctuarY]

Don't Go

[VOICE MESSAGE]

". . . . . . "

". . . . . help. . . "

✉ i want them all

㊁ : emergency

[TXT: Absolutely Delightful]

I think they tried to kill me. I'm scared. [Deleted]

Come see me please.

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[TXT: Absolutely Delightful]

Is it strange that I like patching up your injuries? You should give me better times to be affectionate with you or it's going to get confusing.

👅 : sext/suggestive

[TXT: Absolutely Delightful]

You have beautiful hands, I'd like to feel them more.

♪ : musical/lyrics

[TXT: Gone.]

[CosmoSheldrakeOwlSong.mp3]

★ : wrong number

[TXT: Gone.]

We cannot let them incinerate him. I won't let it happen.

☯ : angry/hateful

[TXT: Gone.]

You bastard, how dare you leave me behind. What am I supposed to do with this?

This is what happens when you don't tell me things!

I hate you.

Bastard.

Scumbag.

I miss you. ♖ : drunk/drugged

[TXT: Gone.]

I wonder if this would have been a slower option than how you went? I don't think we can compare notes.

Is your ghost reading these texts in that coffin of yours.

If yes send me a vaguely ominous message in my ear before I finally go.

Fuck.

I'm still here.

I think I heard you.

♛ : worried

[TXT: Absolutely Delightful]

You haven't sent any messages in a while. I hope you didn't stay up all night again. I'll come up with breakfast, it's too loud downstairs.

♘ : late night

[TXT: Gone.]

I don't know if I believe in ghosts. You can say whatever you want to me, I think I'm too scared to see you. I cannot smell a ghost I think. I don't know where you are. What would happen if I dug you up? We weren't able to find your grave, but if you text me maybe you can tell us.

We can do whatever you want, I promise I'll do it. B will even behave.

One time when I asked L how he felt with being L he told me I would know soon enough. I didn't know it then but I think I do now.

Lonely.

Please come back, I hate this.

I promise I won't complain anymore.

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Hey death note fans, im doing a fun little expirement thing. Reblog this post and put in the tags your favorite death note character, your sexuality, if youre an introvert or extrovert, if youre passive or assertive, and chose one: emo, goth, or scene

bonus: if your favorite character is Light, also tag whether or not you agree with Kira's ideals