The metallic smell of blood in the air was so putrid; most kids couldn’t stand to stay in the room with the thickened air. Blood covered the cabinets and walls of the kitchen. The body was so m*censored*acred that it was hard to recognize who had been the one to suffer a fateful, harsh, and cruel bitter end. His head had been chopped completely off, and his heart torn out of his chest, was impaled on a knife. The boy’s features were unrecognizable and his body was cut up to the point where no flesh were left on his bones. His eyes were gauged out of his sockets and placed on the counter in the kitchen facing the only door to enter. On the wall behind the staring eyes was a bloody message. Blood dripped and dribbled down the wall and slid down it dripping sickly on the ground.
Riddle me this,
dear old friend of mine
is it true evil that I have designed?
Or maybe, just maybe behind these red eyes
You'd possibly find that I'm a good guy?
What truly is evil?
You really must tell
because someday you'll see
I will beat you L.
A man stood in front of all the children reading over the bloody message with dull, large, black eyes. His raven black messy hair almost covered his eyes and the bags up under them that showed many days without sleep. He held a lollipop in his mouth twirling it round and round in deep thought. His eyes scanned the room searching for some unknown clue or hint to who it might be. Though the room had been cleaned so thorough of all evidence that it shocked the man completely. It was as if the killer had OCD for cleaning, even the handle of the knife had been wiped clean. It was hard to believe that one of the kids from the Wammy House could have done such a thing, but then again with all of them being so smart... The man turned to face the children that had managed to stay through the gore who stared from the doorway past the older man and onto the bloody m*censored*acure before them. His eyes scanned the crowd as if looking for a certain person. Slowly the lollipop left his mouth and was replaced by his thumb nail which he chewed on vigorously, until it echoed around the silent room. An elderly man stood beside him, shock and sadness clear in his features. "L... Who could have-?" The elderly man paused to face the raven haired man chewing on his thumb nail. Slowly he looked up to face him. "I don't know..." He replied, his vice sounding fairly bored or tired. The man gave L a look over before he noticed something that only he could notice. Even though it seemed like a very small case to most, it dealt with the Wammy House, it had deeply bothered the World's Greatest Detective. He could tell that it not only bothered him but saddened him just as much as it had done himself. "Watari, I think I know what we'll do... Isn't it about time we put all the children against themselves?"
"Huh?" Watari glanced down at L curiously. L looked dead serious like always, his black eyes focused on him. it became apparent to him that L was indeed in very deep thought as if debating with himself. "What do you mean L?" L shook his head and glanced around the kitchen. "Let's let the children be put to their first case, let's allow them to put there skills they've learned so far to work." Watari's eyes widened with surprise that L would mention something so... So risky. "You mean... Let THEM figure out who the killer is?"
"Percisely..." Watari froze and glanced at the precious children behind him his eyes catching every single one of theirs. But won't they just kill again? Watari wanted to question but didn't. He knew L knew what he was doing, and if L thought that, that was the right thing to do then that was the right thing to do. He sighed quietly and nodded. "Would you like to announce it to them, L?" L nodded quietly and turned around one last time to face all the children crowded in the door way. "Watari, *censored*emble them together for me and we'll announce it." L's dark eyes caught another pair and they stood there, watching each other for long minutes. His black eyes watched the other azure eyes before he eventually looked away facing Watari nodding. "Let us go..." he turned around, Watari beside him and walked forward. All the kids cleared out of the way, let them both p*censored*, and then quickly follow after him happily. Though all the while three stayed behind, one in particular, looking the place over as well, making sure that he hadn't messed up and gave the detective a hint that it was him.
The blue streaks in his hair glowed under the illumination into a baby blue. He watched L; his superior, and Watari as they discussed the gruesome scene before them. Looking genuinely upset but to an extent. His blue eyes flashed as he glanced up at his victim he had killed earlier. He hid back the sneer and waited for L and Watari to get through talking. He listened quietly to their conversation trying to figure out what was being said. Slowly, he began to comprehend what all was going to happen. L had slowly turned around and faced all the children before he had left, and his black eyes caught his blue and without wincing or showing any signs of emotion, the boy stared back. They held the gaze for awhile before he watched as they left, all the other kids following after them like little puppies, realizing that L was about to hold a small meeting. The boy with black and blue hair didn't move like all the rest, he stood there, still looking over the whole scene. His eyes analyzed every little detail with perfection. Slowly he glanced around to make sure no one else was around and stepped into the gory kitchen, a large sneer covering his face.
Oh L… If only you knew… The boy paused, the sneer slowly leaving his face, becoming dead serious. His azure eyes glanced to and fro as if searching for something. When he found it, slowly he walked forward and looked around again to make sure no prying eyes were around. Gently he slid on some gloves before he picked up the notebook very easily and picked up the pen next to it. He wrote a little letter on the inside of it.
‘L, you may remember where you found this boy, correct? Look deeper into his past, what do you see? Use his past to figure out what he was going to do in his new future… He needed to die, weather it be my choice or not… Death had to be an option, It was for safety to the kids. It was either him; the guilty or everyone of the world…’
He set it down in the floor slid up underneath the cabinet where it would not be seen. He slid off the gloves and shoved them in the pockets of his jeans and then walked over to the body and stared down at its remains. Sighting quietly the boy looked him over, nonchalantly. “Oh L… One Day,” He began his voice gently and alluring. “One day, I’ll surp*censored* you with my new technique and not the old one your using.. One day… Just one day-” Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped spinning around to spot his brother, Red. Red, unlike Blue, had red streaks in his black hair, and had crimson red-brown eyes. Blue knew his real eye color was red, but he wore brown contacts to keep his true eye color a secret. It made his eyes a gorgeous, irresistible, amber brown. He stood just as tall as Blue and was about the same age. He was almost the opposite of Blue though, he was known though out the Wammy House just as well as Blue was. “B… Come on, let’s go… L wants everyone to be there, it’s so important that he was going to do a head count-“ Red paused and glanced down at the body Blue had been staring at earlier before and muttered. “Who could do this, B? Who could do this…” B shrugged and glanced back down at the body, easily hiding his happiness, looking numb. “What were you doing in here anyway? L gave strict orders for no one to be around the body.” Blue shrugged once more. “Dunno… Guess I just wanted to get a head start.”
“Head start?” Red questioned quietly tilting his head curiously. “Yeah, head start on the race to catch the killer before he could kill again.” Blue turned began to slowly walk toward the exist beckoning for his brother to follow. “Man, you’re just as quiet an mysterious as you always are, even around your own brother!” Red let out an exasperated, but playful sigh. Blue smiled gently toward his brother. “Maybe that’s why EVERYONE wants to get to know me… Because, R, you’re so predictable because you’re so energetic and happy!” Red nailed Blue in the shoulder quietly. “Well, at least I’m not almost as quiet as that, I, Fello!” Blue paused in mid-step when he thought about Ian. The person that’s closest to L compared to everyone else. He was just like L, and L seemed to really like Ian, but he never showed and favoritism unless behind closed doors. He thought about how the boy managed to look EXACTLY like the worlds greatest detective without even trying. That’s probably why most people are always around him trying to get to know the ‘next L’ or what they BELIEVE was the next L, better. Idiots. Blue thought to himself quietly before he smiled toward Red and nudged him in the shoulder. “I don’t think ANYONE could ever be THAT quiet and strange.” They both laughed and went to join the rest of the kids in the party room not to far away from the kitchen. Red was to busy laughing and teasing his brother to notice movement in the shadows of the entrance of the kitchen where he once stood. Slowly, the miniature L stepped out of the shadows.
The black messy haired boy watched as R and B left the scene of the crime. He had been watching R for quite sometime through the day. He had already noted whenever he went missing, and from that time up until now. He had some strange feeling about the boy all that day that no kids had seemed to have. He slowly walked to the kitchen and paused at the door way looking to see if any evidence had been taken or messed up. His large black eyes scanning the whole area in less then a couple of seconds, he noted that the notebook that no one else had spotted was now missing from the counter. The reason why he had noticed? He had laid it up there right before the murder scene for the other boy to use. I have to find that notebook first…. To see if anything was written in it, obviously it had been tampered with. The boy turned around watching the two leaving figures of the brothers. His eyes particularly focused on the one with red streaks in his hair. “Hmm.” He spoke aloud to the walls, or maybe even to the corpse? There is an… Eleven percent chance that B could possibly be the killer. I wouldn’t put it past him, but the chances of his brother actually helping in the crime-? A slim… Three percent.. And there is a ninety percent chance that there is BIG evidence in that little notebook. Note reminded; Find that notebook.
He leaned up against the doorway pulling out an apple from his pocket and biting into it, looking over all the evidence one last time, making sure he missed nothing before all the other kids arrived. The boy slowly rose off the doorway and walked into the kitchen, watching the dead body quietly. For the first time a sad look covered his ex
pression. “I will avenge you, my friend.” He spoke allowed and then slowly hoped over the evidence so not to mess it up and over toward the head. He allowed his hands to run over the corpses lost head so he shut the wide open eyes. “This is a final farewell. May life in the afterlife be easier then here, you always hand a chance, Z.” Even though the boy wasn’t friends with him, he still treated him like a person, alive or dead, just like he did everyone. Slowly he rose once more and walked out of the kitchen, pausing quietly, and turning around before he finally left. His large, gentle, and innocent yet unemotional black eyes on the boy’s corpse. “I will avenge your death, weather you were worthy of it or not… Justice will prevail in the final end.” Slowly the boy turned around and began following Red and Blue’s direct steps, knowing for a fact that all the other kids had gathered around the great detective, who was waiting on him to enter so he could begin. “Or my Alias is not Ian.”
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