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Silver sat perched above the pulsing mass below her. She sat on a balcony well above the creatures that had been citizens of New Racoon. She wrinkled her nose, disgust passing over her features, this was all Umbrellas fault. She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. Golden bird eyes watched the sky now, as she stood up. She was clad in an interesting outfit to say in the least. A black top that tied behind her neck and had an open back. She wore simple black jeans tattered at the knees, with tightly laced combat boots. The oddest part of the outfit though was the coat over it all. Because you see the coat had two long slits running down it's back. Why did it have that you may wonder? Simply put, it was because of her wings. The woman was a genetic experiment conducted by Umbrella. She had been marked as a failure and returned to her work. She had stayed loyal to the company, and then when she was put on a field mission... she was execute. Point blank executed... and why? Because she wouldn't fuck a few guys. Silver had once been Silvania Gresham, a woman of about 5'6'' stature... with Blond hair and Green eyes. She had been very pretty, but she hadn't been interested in sex in the least. After her execution she had changed. Her hair turning the color of fresh blood, and falling around her features in a feathery and straight mess. Her eyes were now golden, harsh bird gold. She shifted and checked the long leather coat that covered her person. It was how she really kept warm, and on the inside was specially lined pockets for her feather darts. She was silently watching the writhing mass of bodies below her, outbreak had happened three days ago. She had been hunting the zombies since then. She heard the approach of some of the twisted crows. Twisted Crows, she called them such as they where now undead flesh eating creatures. She twisted and her eyes shifted to the side. Three feather darts slipping into her hand as she twisted and released the hardened feathers at the birds. The three corpses fell into the mass of zombies below. Somewhere in this city was Albert E. Wesker, one of the scientists that had worked on the human experiments. Goddess help him, because Silver wouldn't be lenient. After her execution she had come to hate Umbrella for having done this to her. The coat shifted, as blood sprayed from the two open slits on her back. She hissed in pain, a sense of pleasure coursing through her as she allowed her wings to burst free. They where large, and canopied around her and shadowed her from the faint light above her. Her wings where of a soft brownish red color, like some bird of prey. She often found herself wondering exactly WHAT had been done to her. She would find the files hopefully, and find out what they had been trying. She reached up and then ran her fingers over the slightly dampn wings. She healed quickly, because the torn flesh from her wings opening was already closed. She stepped up unto the balcony and then jumped. Her body skirted close to the zombies, but at the last moment she snapped open her wings and allowed flight to take her. She glided, and then climbed higher, hanging in the air and scanning with her enhanced vision. Where was he?

Wesker sat the the mahogany desk that held the place in the center of his office he had claimed for himself when he had come to visit this facility. His hands were clased together in front of him and hs chin rested lightly there. It had been a the directors office but Albert Wesker didn't care very much. He was more important than the man and so he had taken the better place much as the man had done to his subordinates before. It was one of those bonuses that went with the position and one that Wesker enjoyed. The show of power over someone weaker had its own delicious feel to it. He certainly did seem to fit the idea of a cold and ruthless dictator that everyone made him out to be. His blond hair was so pale to almost be white and was kept neatly on the top of his head. The eyes behind his dark shades were never seen and so their true color remain a mystery, but they seemed to be staring through everyones soul even if they weren't actually seen. A finely tailored black suit dressed him through a long black leather coat also hung on the coat rack beside him. Right now his eyes, hidden back dark shades, were watching the row of computer screens lined up along the desk. Each showed a different view of the city, the picutres coming from cameras set before the incident had been engineered. They showed scenes of what most normal people would call a look into the mouth of hell, but Wesker simply called it buisness. People being eaten and devored, ripped limb from limb. Men, women, children; it didn't matter, the zombies eating them all just the same. This was designed to be a test run for the work done on the T virus. The zombies created by the virus were strong in large numbers, but slow and usless against a trained enemy. The new strand was creating faster, stronger, and more resilant zombies. Of course the normal T virus had been spread as well, mostly to hide the fact that someone was still doing work on the virus. The normal zombies would hide the work of the new ones, and in the end only someone looking for it would be able to tell that something had changed. "I believe that this should be a good inital test run. Have some examples taken and then clense the city." Wesker unclasped his hands and stood to his feet. He slid his coat on, the garment clinking with weapons as he put it on. Wesker might be well protected, but he wouldn't go unarmed in a infested city. Just in case. "I hope my ride is ready." "The helicopter is waiting on the roof for you sir." A man in the room said. He was some sort of lackey for the facility, one that Wekser had never bothered to learn the name of.

Silver frowned as she scanned the writhing mass below her. Disgusting, the whole damn mass of them. A shudder passed over her frame as she withdrew more of the feather darts. These ones where different, she had applied a special coating to them. Toxins that would liquefy the brain. She found them to be very effective, because she refused to use guns. She tucked the un-coated parts between her fingers and then she flicked out her hand. A feather went through a single zombies head, for each of the three she had thrown. She pulled herself higher then, away from the grabbing hands and moaning mass of the creatures. She wrinkled her nose as her head turned, eck... damn birds. She twisted her body in the air and lashed out, using the longer dagger like blade she had created. Crow pieces falling all around her, and splattering her clothing. Goddess only knew she hated this part of the work. She had been examining the area, but it was a soft whirring sound that drew her attention. She had excellent hearing, especially when it came to something like this. She snapped out her wings fully and with a few dragging pumps of her wings she pulled herself up to the level of the tops of the buildings. A Helicopter, and that would mean someone important was trying to leave. She fought her mind for a moment and decided she would give it a go. She watched the guards on the roof, and found and empty spot in their work. She landed and crouched then, canopying her wings over her form to hide herself better. The guards where there for a reason, as was the Helicopter. It might just be her best bet a finding Wesker. The damnable man...

Wesker walked calmly to the roof of the building surronded by armed and armored men that formed his bodyguard while at this facilty. For all purposes he looked liek a man just out for a stroll, his hands clasped behind his back liek there was nothing wrong with the world. It was almost like he couldn't hear the sounds of gun fire coming from the floors below, like he missed the sound of a man's screams as he was torn to piece. It said a lot about a man when he saw things like this as just normal everyday affairs. As he stepped onto the roof the sounds of gunfire became louder. Most still came from below but every now and then one of the men on the roof had to destroy one of the carion crows that drew too close to the roof. Still it was nothing that should slow his escape or make it any more dangerous for him. Suddenly Wesker stopped though, freezing the men around him with a single raised hand. His head was cocked to the side, ear presented to the air like he could hear something else. Slowly one of his hands reached underneath his long jacket and can out holding a handgun. He reached down with one thumb and switched on the laser sight to the weapon, the red dot paiting the ground for now. "Someone is here...."

Silver's senses went on high alert as she felt his presence. Actuallyfeltit. Her eyes narrowed and her hands slipped into her long trench, from it's confines she removed the two long dagger like feathers. The ones she had fashioned to be quite capable of deflecting bullet's if she was paying enough attention. She knew he had sensed her and now was her chance. She put herself on high senses, releasing all her blocks and inhibitions. Wings snapped open as she flipped and then tucked into her body as she dived like a falcon was meant to. Her body skidded and she landed in a crouch behind him, wings canopied around her as she spun for a moment. Darts flew form between her fingers and she snapped her arms sliding more into place and releasing them. His guards where effectively dealt with. None of them would have dared fire on her, with her this close to Wesker. She straightened and stood, both blades held down and on the read. "Scum sucking sonova bitch... finally found you..." She hissed. Probably wouldn't recognize her as the little intel officer she had once been. She no longer looked like she had, in any way. "Took me awhile to find you, now that I have... I'm going to enjoy myself." She said as her lips curled up. "Umbrella is a scum, a parasite... and I damn well hope to see it fall."

Wesker's gun stayed aimed at the ground even as she messily took out hsi two guards with well placed throws of some sort of strange weapon. He didn't seem worried, just watching Silver with what coudl only be called a interested look on his face. In truth he was interested. It wasn't often that he saw a new type of bio weapon, and certainly he didn't often see one that had the ability to actually talk to him. Ignoring her threats and the venom in her voice he beganto walk around her, looking her up and down. Her change was interesting, and one that tickled the back of his memory. Had they ever done any work with an areial bio weapon? He thought he remembered something of that sort but it was hard to be sure. "If you had wanted to find me you simply could have asked." "Now I know you have to be one of ours but I am having a hard time remembering your designation number." Wesker thought for a moment then it seemed to come to him. "You must be Gresham. I remember trying something before with this strain and your are the only test subject that we didn't have a confirmed body for. I thought it had been a waste but it looks like you did well."

"Hmm...." He let out a little sigh of pleasure as under him was a girl, now utterly drained, blood spilling from her neck and from his mouth as it flowed around on his tongue and mostly down his throat. "Sooo fucking good. Good to be awake again." He said with a sweet little groan as he bucked, his dick still within her and limping. While feeding from her, like the sick bastard that he is he was fucking her. It was something that he often did with his targets, fuck them and feed at the same time. It made the person's death at least a tiny bit sweeter and more pleasurable. He pulled out of her and stood up, throwing the body aside and onto the floor. Dumb bitch, he thought, looking down at her almost in pity. He sighed and reached for his pants were on the floor, tugging the jeans on and fixing his belt so that it hung firmly upon his hips. His pants lightly showing off his package that was rather...large, clearly something his father had genetically put into. He got his mothers eyes though and her hair, if maybe a little whiter her her own. He had white blond hair and a pair of pure, icy blue eyes that, when extremely turned on or blood hungry could turn to a dark or bright red. He let out a little sigh, running fingers through his messy hair. He was well muscled, not some scrapy little twig as most vampires were thought to be, not at all. He invited himself into the girl's apartment's shower and took a quick one before he finally left her little apartment, leaving the girl on the floor and left to rot. Though of course people would eventually find her. He gently fixed his jeans and he wore a dark blue button up shirt with a small jacket over it. "There we go." He said thoughtfully as he brushed his surfer boy hair back lightly, grinning happily as he was finally free. He had been asleep for the last hundred years. But after drinking from that girl, he knew her memories and about everything that she knew. Like what the hell the monsters were that went on the weird black roads, cars.

School was boring as usual and its even worse at night. A lot of kids complained and thought cram school was a wast of time, well you had to admit it was if you were smart and pretty much already knew the subjects. It just so happened that Light was the one that found this more of a waste then anyone in the room, or actually more like the entire building. Light was sitting at his desk arm propped up with his face leaning against his palm as he stared out the window. This was the same subject as yesterday, quadratic equations, way too simple. The homework would be done in ten minutes top. Sometimes he wondered if for once they could at least attempt to make school work more challenging for him, but his intelligence level was very high unlike most high school teens so that wish would never be granted. Oh well maybe college would be better, he hoped anyway. Light Yagami was 17 and a senior in high school but he was a very unique and rare individual. He was an honor student who is considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. He had everything, looks, talent, skill. God had graced him with so many things it wasn't funny. His hair was short, thick and a copper brown color with bangs that hung just above the eyes and framed around the top and sides of his head perfectly. His eyes were dark brown and seemed to glow so beautify in certain lighting. His body was lean, straight, nicely toned, and slightly muscular. He stood tall at 5'6" and weighed 119 pounds. And of course his face had a chiseled yet angelic frame giving him more of an irresistible look along with the many other things he had. The bell rung with signified class was finally over, two words can be said here 'thank god'. Light stood from his seat and packed up his things in a rather quick manner. He was sort of in a rush his parents were going somewhere and he wanted to see them off. Not only that he had to make sure his sister was ready because she was going over to grandmas which meant the house would be his for the weekend. Finally he would have some peace and quiet all to this self. Once he was done packing Light just gave a few waves or nods to the people that said bye and headed out of the school to start on his walk home. Taking the train would make it somewhat more quicker but there really wasn't any need, he didn't live too far away from the school anyway, maybe a mile or so, that was about it, so why bother? He had his hands in the pockets as he walked the dark streets. He was wearing his usual school uniform. Which consisted a white buttoned up shirt with a red tie, brown slacks with a black belt, black boots, and his tan colored coat. As he walked his face was forward like he was just staring off into space again, but Light was no fool, this was Tokyo, one of the biggest cities in the world. He always had his eyes opened and his senses keen, there was no telling what could be lurking behind every corner.

He wondered where he was, though he clearly didn't really...Mix. He didn't have an asian look to him at all. He was more from a British liniage, maybe some American, or pre-American? He shrugged lightly at himself, letting out a small sigh as he moved past a piece of glass that showed a clothing store display and he could slightly see his own sweet, devilish face and he grinned in an amused manner at himself. He let out a small sigh while he continued to walk along in a curious manner, listening to the mass of heart beats all around them that made him that made him hunger. He didn't want to start though again, a blood rampage. His killings were already making the news. He looked up at a few outside TVs that were reporting the last few deaths and rapes, two boys and a girl. He put on a slightly mortified look like other people while inside he had a grin and he let out a little sigh. They couldn't track him through fingerprints, or pictures because the only ones that they did have, or once did where gone. No one knew him and he intended to keep it that way. He looked about in a curious little manner as he approached a school. Okay, now he was lost. The woman's memories seemed to know something very faint about this place, but not enough and that made him frown. He supposed he would have to go and take over someone's house again so that he could rest. Maybe that boy's home? He thought as his eyes landed upon Light making him grin in amusement as he approached him. "Excuse me Sir but. Do you know where...South street is? Yes...I think. I'm rather new here." He explained with a little sigh, shaking his head and giving a small chuckle.

Light stopped walking as he heard someone from behind. He turned around and looked at the stranger. It was definitely obvious this male wasn't Japanese or any part of Asian, but there was something strange about him, something ominous. He looked at the male carefully taking in every detail like he always does to new people just encase..After some time he spoke. "Yeah..you just go down this block and turn right." It could of been coincidence but that was exactly where he lived. Was this guy a visitor of his neighbors or just moved in? Well he didn't see any moving truck so that couldn't be it. Light was pondering if he should show the male, but if he just told him and left the guy would still be following behind either way, guess it couldn't be helped. Besides its best to get him to follow then to have him following you. "I'm heading that way, so if you want you can come with me.." He said as he started walking again but slowly and looking at the other male from the side to make sure he didn't try anything. His thoughts then moved back to his family. It was already 9:30 they probably already left by now, oh well you can't win them all. Maybe he should call his sister to make sure she was was ready. Their grandma said she'd be around 9:30 to pick Sayu up. No, she's in junior high surly his sister is capable of making sure her own suit case is packed. Well either way he wouldn't make it home to say good bye to her, he was already late.

He let out a little nod in response. "Thanks ah...Sure, that would be appriciated." He said with a smile. "I'm visiting a friend of mine, Dear Takashi-san." He explained. Ayame Takashi was one of his neighbor, actually right next door. That was the name of the woman that he had just taken this afternoon and he let out a little sigh at the thought. the poor woman, he wondered though if he would have to come and actually try and manipulate her body. Which would mean he would have to go and get her damn body before the cops did. Or something along those lines and he tried the frustration from his face. Oh well, he let out a slight yawn, politely covering his mouth as usual as he looked over at him. "Thank you for your kindness. Might I ask your name?" He asked him in a curious little manner as he offered him a hand. It took him a moment, but he quickly spoke up. "I'm Bryan Platt from Europe" He said with a little nod and a smile, looking over at him in a thoughtful little manner. His true name was different, thought fairly similiar. "I just got here about some thirity minutes or so ago. This is such a huge city!" He said in perfect Japanese, well, not really perfect. He didn't have a very good accent, but it seemed that at least he made the effort. "I've gotten lost already a good bit. I believe I was supposed to take a different road to reach Ayame-San's neighborhood." he said with a sigh, shaking his head.

Light looked at him from the corner of his eyes then he looked forward again. "I see. Its nice see you have come all this way to visit her, but she wasn't at school today. In fact, no one has heard from her yet. She could be sick, so I don't know if you'll be able to talk to her.." He watched the mans expressions, something wasn't right, why did he look nervous and frustrated? So he was a visitor he figured as much but odd how its his next door neighbor, oh well it was none of his business. Light stopped and slowly took his hand to give it a small shake then let go. "Its nothing. I am Light Yagami." He said simply without giving too much details like he usually did. He nodded his head. "That is Tokyo for you. The Asian countries are very populated." They rounded the corner and Light stopped in front of Ayame house. "This is her place, good luck." He said with another nod and turned around walking only a few more feet to his house. He opened the gate and shut it behind him stepping onto the porch and pulling out his key to unlock the door. He opened the door and walked inside closing and locking it behind him. Once inside Light slipped off his shoes and looked around, it was dark so he knew he missed his chance to say good bye to everyone before they left. However, on the bright side he had the place to himself. With a satisfied smile Light headed up to his room and plopped down on the bed with his arms behind his head looking up at the ceiling. He didn't really want to go to bed right away, and he had no homework, so he just decided to relax for a little bit. At least until he thought of something he could do. This role play is going to be shut down, unless someone is willing to take her place, then you can PM me.

It must of been a day maybe more since he has been in this cell. The ground was concrete the walls were stone and it was deadly cold. It was a miracle he hasn't died yet or at least hasn't gotten sick, but then again Light could handle a lot of things he was a strong male for his age. He was laying down on the cold floor with his hands shackled behind his back. He couldn't escape the cell anyway so he had no idea why this person took the extra mile. It made it even harder for him to move around and it was very uncomfortable to sleep. He was wearing plain clothes that the one who kidnapped him put on his body. It was just a simple black shirt and lose pants, no shoes, no socks, no belt, and yes not even underwear, which made the coldness even more unbearable. At least the one who bought him could of put on warmer clothes but that just proved to him that the person didn't care and that he didn't know what to expect. Light Yagami was 17 and a senior in high school but he was a very unique and rare individual. He was an honor student who is considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. He had everything, looks, talent, skill. God had graced him with so many things it wasn't funny. His hair was short, thick and a copper brown color with bangs that hung just above the eyes and framed around the top and sides of his head perfectly. His eyes were dark brown and seemed to glow so beautify in certain lighting. His body was lean, straight, nicely toned, and slightly muscular. He stood tall at 5'8" and weighed 119 pounds. And of course his face had a chiseled yet angelic frame giving him more of an irresistible look along with the many other things he had. Light tried to replay everything, first he was kidnapped, then he was sold to someone, but who, and why hasn't this person shown their self yet? Were they just going to leave him to rot in a cell? No, there had to be a reason for him to be brought here but he didn't really want the answer to that question. He sighed and leaned his head back against the stone wall. What was going to happen to him now? He was trapped and there was no way of escaping.

The click click of her heels was loud on the stone floor and she grimaced in annoyance. It was also rather cold in the prison and her flesh held goosebumps, but she didn't even feel it. Her nose twitched at the dank smell that covered the place as if something had died, rotted, and then molded over. A hand reached out to her from behind cell bars and she swatted at it with her crop. A broken cry spilled out from the lost creature as blood began to fall. She sneered at it in disgust and licked the blood from her whip. Her facial features were harsh and cruel, but still somehow beautiful in its exotic look. Large dark eyes, small nose, large lips. Her black hair was cropped in a bobcat, short in the back and longer as it fell forward around her face, adding to the harshness of her features. Her skin was a soft smooth creamy ivory color that offset the darkness in her eyes. She was petite, lithe, and although small, she excluded power. Standing at 5'8, she wore six inch high heels, making her five foot two without the added height of the heels. Her legs led up to a round and firm ass that was made for caressing, if one would risk getting their hands chopped off for a feel. Her waist was curvy and belly flat. It lead up to perfectly mounded breasts that fit perfectly into a man's palm, but overrode her own. What was most wickedly about her though, was her walk. She walked like she owned the world and if you got into her way, you'd be taken out. When she got to the cell of her newest pet, she looked down at him with a look that was between interest and disgust. She squatted down so that she would be of height after him and inspected his body quickly with her eyes. Moving her hand between the bars, she flicked out her whip and caught him under the chin, holding it there and moving it side to side so she could take in his features. Removing it, she stood up and looked at the guard. He held something up to her and she took it from his hand, throwing it into the cage she said one simple thing. "Put your collar on, your my dog now." Her voice was cold, as harsh and as beautiful as her features. "I'm known as Mistress Delila."

Light heard the loud clicking of someones heels echoing of the walls. The walk was delicate yet sophisticated, was it a female? He turned his head up ward at the lady to see her squat down toward him and lifted his chin with her whip, turning his head from side to side as if she was looking over a purchased product. His eyes narrowed slightly and he jerked his head away from the whip. Soon a collar was tossed at him which made him look at it with disbelief the back at her. Was this lady serious? He was no pet, no dog, and he wasn't taken there willingly either. He was kidnapped so he didn't belong to the one she brought him from. No, this wasn't right, why did this happen to him? Everything was perfect, he was perfect, he didn't deserve this. Light leaned up and sat up against the metal bench that was behind him looking at her. He had to admit she was beautiful in an exotic sort of way, but he would of course never say that out loud. After all he had seen many girls, but still this one was different, very different actually, at least from what he was used to. Mistress Delila was her name? Did that mean he had to call her his mistress, fat chance on that, he didn't belong to no one. "Its a little impossible to do as you say when my hands are cuffed behind my back..Don't you agree?.." He said in a know it all tone as if he was trying to make her look like an idiot, but of course he knew she wasn't just by looking at her.

A slow wickedly cruel smile spread her crimson painted lips. Her eyes light up from within, but the look in them was dark, twisted, demonic. She held her hand out to the guard and he shrank away from her without actually moving. She quirked one graceful finger up and down, the silent sign for come here. When he didn't move, she looked over at him, still wearing that cruel smile, and slashed him across his face with her razor tipped nails. She walked into him, crowding his body, wiped the blood from her nails onto his shirt and took the keys and leash from him before she pushed him away with more strength then it appeared she had. "You're a bad dog, get the hell out of my si-" Before she could even finish speaking, the guard had run away as if his life depended on it. She rolled her eyes and made a sound of contemptuous disgust as she watch him flee. She turned back to the small cell and placed the key in the lock. She turned it, heard the release, and slammed the door open with enough force that it should have rebounded off of the bars, but surprisingly it just stayed there as if even it were afraid of her wrath. She walked into the cell and stood at an imposing height while she looked down her nose at him, the same cruel smile dancing across her lips. She leaned forward, her breasts straining against her top and nearly spilling free. She reached up, placed her palm against his cheeks, and moved her fingers downward to caress his lips. In a quick, angry movement, she shoved her fingers into his mouth and grabbed his tongue. "Bad dog, back talking like that will get your tongue cut out and with your tongue cut out, there would be few ways to please me." She squeezed his tongue, cutting it open slightly with one of her nails, before she pulled her hand away and licked her fingers of his blood and spit. She jingled the keys in one hand, then leaned over his body, shoving his face between the mounds of her breasts. She unlocked the handcuffs and pulled them away from him. "Now, be a good boy and put your collar on," she spoke while she pointed at the collar with her crop. "And don't try to run, I assure you that you won't make it out of this place alive." Her voice went low, threatening, cold as ice, but it held a seductive edge to it as if she would enjoy hunting him down only to punish him with torture and death.

It had been weeks scinceKanye Xiorcalstarted on his journey. He had spent most of these weeks learning how to track and hunt pokegirls so that he would be fully prepared to catch one. When he finally felt that he was ready, the young 16 year old headed towards a mountainous area known for it's high cliffs. Perfect for getting the drop on a pokegirl and capturing her for his soon-to-be harem. Kanye carried a backpack with him which had all the usual supplies. Food, pokeballs, and an item that he promptly got out to look below with, a pair of binoculars. He crawled on his belly to the edge of a cliff to look below, checking for any signs of possible prey. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. The young man was beginning to get frustrated just waiting for something to pop up. "Come on, come on!" he muttered to himself. "There's got to be something around here." With a sigh, Kanye tried to calm himself a bit. After all, it wasn't like a pokegirl was going to fall right into his lap or something...

Sadly for Kanye, there were two issues with his preparation. One was that he was looking in the wrong place entirely, and secondly, a Pokegirl was about to fall into his lap, in some way. Not far behind him, in the brush, training, was a Cockadiddle. She stood around 5'10'', green eyes, focused ahead of her, and a nicely sized C cup chest. Her feathered body moved quickly with her movements, precise, swinging her English bastard sword around in general attack patterns, preparing herself for anything. The girl's day generally involved training and, when done, and if alone, as she had been for quite some time, masturbating with the hilt of her lovely sword. As her species always did, she wished she had a male around, someone to give her what she wanted: semen and cock, and plenty of it. After a bit of practice, she sighed, placing the sword over her shoulder, looking around; she sensed something. But how could it be...no one came up here anymore. Neither human or Pokegirl was around this cliff, aside from herself, and she made this place her home. Aside from a man, it had everything else she needed. Brushing off her smooth, slender both, her feathers ruffling a little, her tail feathers swished with her firm rear, a grin forming on her lips. Creeping from the brush and forest, she peaked out, bird legs ready to dash if needed, till, her eyes feel on a target, her eyes going wide, and something 'clicking'. Holding onto her sword tight, she pounced, leaping straight over, bounding right behind Kanye, grinning from ear to ear, as she poked his rear end with the butt of her sword. "Well, hello there, sexy. Did you come up here for little 'ol me? How sweet of you...." Smirking widely, she grabbed him and dragged him away from the cliff, turned him over, sat on his lap, and giggled, looking to his eyes as she quickly began to undo his pants. "I haven't had a man in...I can't even remember. I've needed relief for so long...my sword can only do so much. Hope your a strong lad, sweetie~" Licking his cheek, she smirked, using one of her finely feather hands to rub at his nose exposed length, keeping the rest of his pants on, her fingers working wonders on his flesh, seeming to have great manual dexterity and experience in this area.

With all the time he spent preparing to trap a pokegirl of his very own, it was suprising how easily the Cockadiddle was able to sneak up behind Kanye and ambush him. Once he felt the butt of the sword poke him, he barely had time to turn around before she was upon him. "W...what!" was all he could say before he was dragged from the cliff and forcefully turned to face his assaliant. He could see now who was capable of such stealth and strength. And bless his luck, it was the kind of pokegirl he had hoped for, a Cockadiddle. He didn't even have to ask for her to demonstrate her skills as she seemed to be deprived of a male presence for sucha long time. "Ok, ok!" the young man gasped out as the Cockadiddle began to work his manhood with her skilled hands. "Just let me relax a bit and i'll give you what you want. You're lucky I was looking for someone like you, otherwise, i'd have thrown you off and forced myself on you." With that, Kanye laid back, allowing the Cockadiddle to do what came natrually to her. Light moans began to escape his lips as his cock became stiff as a board from the pokegirl's feather-like strokes. He knew he had to capture her and in her desperation, he knew that would probably be an easy task. "If you like what you see," Kanye started as the Cockadiddle worked. "You can join me as my first pokegirl and you can have me all you want. What do you say?"

The girl didn't mind that he wanted to relax, she was still getting what she wanted. So, everything was good! She smiled happily as he laid back, pulling his pants down and off, along with his boxers, moving her fingers along him skillfully, stroking every little spot and muscle along his shaft. Once he was nice and hard in her palm, she slid back, placing her sword down as she licked over the tip, tracing the shape carefully. The way she moved, she knew what to do, and, to both his luck and disadvantage, she'd probably be the best at this task, a very needy professional. Mulling his words over a moment, she suckled the tip, licking around the head as her hand rubbed his balls, massaging them, as the other slipped under him, lifting his rear and rubbing the left cheek gently, kneading the skin to help him both relax and stay ready for her. "Join you...be your first Pokegirl, your only one right now, AND have you all to myself? You couldn't have picked a better set of words, cutey. You have yourself a deal, love, but first...." Lowering her head, she took him deeply into her mouth, taking him in inch by inch, till she had him all within. Her mouth formed a sort of vacuum seal on him, suckling hard, skillfully, and knowingly, as her tongue made warm lappings around the base and sides. The feathery fur on her face sent shivers up his spine as she moved, going about her work and favorite hobby. The hand on his rear, while still rubbing at him, slowly traced a finger around his pucker, before snaking her finger inside, to rub right at his prostate. If she were to be his Pokegirl, she'd have to do even better then best, give him everything and then some...and teach him just what it meant to have a Cockadiddle as your partner.

Kanye was estatic as the Cockadiddle pulled his pants and boxers off to which he gave eager assistance. His cock was getting harder still as her fingers pressed against each nerve of his manhood in the perfect way, driving the young man into a quivering mass of moans and sweat. He knew Cockadiddles were experts in the art of pleasuring men, but to be able to experience something like her tounge travelling along his shaft first hand was an out of this world event, meant perhaps for the gods. When the pokegirl began to reach behind him to his rear, Kanye lifted his legs up a bit, allowing her more access to him. He wanted to see just what she was capable of doing down there and he was not dissapointed at the results. When she agreed to become his first pokegirl, Kanye lit up like a light. "Really? That's greaaah!" His words were interupted when the Cockadiddle engulfed his length into her mouth, becoming like a vaccum and sucking hard while her tounge explored him fully. To show how much he was enjoying her skills, the young man took his hand and placed it upon her head, running it through her hair as if he were stroking a feline. Already, precum was beginning to drip from his cock and he was nearly over the edge. What sent him over though was the stimulation brought on by her finger sliding into his anus and rubbing at the prostate. It felt as if his whole lower torso were burning with pleasure and passion and with a loud grunt, Kanye unleashed his load into the mouth of the Cockadiddle. If he were to experience this kind of thing everyday, he would never have need for another pokegirl ever again.

The bird girl let out soft little moans and sounds of pleasure as she continued to suckle him, getting her head pet and scratched in return, which felt lovely to her. Keeping her pleasurable assault going, she sucked and licked all over him, hands rubbing his balls and teasing his prostate gland, determined to make him bust quickly first,m to get herself some of his nourishing cum. Funny thing the Cockadiddles was that they were able to survive on water and semen alone, as it contained just about anything else they would need, even more so if the male had a healthy diet of what he needed. And this one was hungry. Once she felt his sack clenching, she slipped her finger out of his rear, rubbing the sack with both hands, massaging every little spot and vein, till, finally, he came hard. She almost squealed in glee as she drank down every last little bit of his load, and if he could see, he'd notice her throat working every last bit down. Licking him dry, she picked her head up and licked her lips, smirking up at the boy as she let out feathered hand keep rubbing at his shaft skillfully, not letting him rest yet. "So, Master, how'd I do? Everything you dreamed it would be? Really want me to be all yours? Keep your seed that tasty and your all I'll ever need to live, aside from water now and then." She gave him a cute little stare with her emerald eyes, tracing her fingers around every little point of his cock, giving it a loving lick from time to time, waiting for his answer.

As the Cockadiddle drank down every drop of semen that spurt forth, Kanye began thrusting into her mouth, desperate to keep the pleasure of the orgasm as long as possible before the feeling went away. When it was finally over, the young man's legs fell to the ground and a deep sigh of relief escaped his lips. He could still feel the tingling in his loins as she licked him clean and even continued to stroke him, keeping the youth in a semi-erect state. When she asked him how she did, Kanye reached over to his backpack which was convinently at his side and reached in for a pokeball. He tossed it around a bit before showing it to the Cockadiddle and replying. "Honey, i'll give you that and even more." With that, Kanye tossed the pokeball towards the pokegirl, capturing her inside. Finally, he was allowed to get up and move around a bit. He grabbed his pants and boxers and put them back on before letting the Cockadiddle out again. He wanted to have his time to examine her thuroughly before he could take her on his adventures.

Watching him thoughtfully, she saw him reach for a Pokeball and ready it, making her smile. Were she more of a cheat, she'd have run after getting the free meal, but she was a bird of her word, plus, being his only girl would have its advantages: no one to tire him out but her, leaving all his energy to be spent on her. She touched the tilt of her sword as she watched him, waiting, and, when the ball was tossed, she still just smiled, letting it hit her and take her in with the red light. Clicking shut shortly after, she was truly his Pokegirl now, something she couldn't argue with. Being let out once more, she was scratching her back with her sword lightly, grinning to him as she came up and nuzzled his side, purring, in a way. "Hello, handsome. So, what did you wish to do before we left, considering your clothing is back on, sadly." With a laugh, she waited and listened, undressing him with her eyes as she had naughty thoughts dashing through her mind. Getting that nice big load from him filled an empty spot she had for a long time, enough to let her 'control' her need to jump him, for the time being, anyway.

Kanye greeted his new pokegirl's affections with a warm hug, his hand running along her back and side. When she asked what he wanted to do, he suddenly brought her up to a standing position and held her there for a second. "How about just standing there for a second while I examine you. I won't take long." With that, the trainer began to walk in a circle around the Cockadiddle, examining every lavicious curve of her body. He traced his fingers around her flesh and over the down feathers covering her shoulders. He reached over and began to caress her buttocks. It was soft yet firm, perfect for sitting in someone lap with. Kanye then leaned in close to the pokegirl, looking over her shoulder at her bust. He reached around her and began to gently grope the Cockadiddle. "Hmm. C's. Not too shabby," he said as he tweaked one of her nipples while his other hand slid down her torso and began to tease the pokegirl's snatch. "A nice slit you got here too. I heard Cockadiddle like you absolutley love to be penetrated. I'll be sure to give it a go when we get back to the center." Kanye teased the pokegirl further by slightly penetrating her with his finger, a small example of what was to come later.

She listened obediantly, standing straight up for him sword propped up on her left side, tail feathers giving a little twitch or two. She gave little poses for him, followed by a wink or two, smiling cutely as he looked every part of her, even making her whine out a little as he teased her with his fingers, groping her chest and pressing a finger into her wet slit. "Ohhh...Master, so bold~ You promise to give me lots of what I want once we get a room?" She grinned, leaning forward to kiss his cheek lightly, nuzzling him slightly before standing still for him once. Dear god if she wasn't holding herself back from jumping him so badly, he' had been pantsless on the floor again, while a sexually-needy avian rode his length like no tomorrow. But, those are thoughts for alter, no? Still, the way he touched her drove her crazy, wanting his full touch to herself later.

Upon finishing his 'inspection' of the Cockadiddle, Kanye walked around to face her once more. "I absolutley promise," he started as he began to examine her sword. It was of fine quality and seemed sharp enough to cut through just about anything. While he was doing that, his thoughts turned to a name. Just what should he name this Cockadiddle? Perhaps he would think of one on the way back down to the center. There, he could get a room and have all the time to think of a name for this pokegirl...while she was having her way with his manhood and all. "Well, I think everything checks out perfectly here. Let's go back to the center now so we can have some alone time. I think that by then, i'll be fully ready for you again." Kanye winked as he uttered this. In all honesty, the work she had done on him with her hands and mouth ensured that it would be hours before he was ready again. "Do you want to walk with me or would you prefer the comfort of your pokeball?"

She grinned as he promised, body shivering in delight as she thought of what was to come, literally and figuratively. As he looked at her blade, she smiled proudly; she kept it in top shape, so it would be sharper then just about anything. If there was anything she liked more then males...well, just under that, really, it was fighting and honing her skills with her sword. The Cockadiddle smiled to her trainer, rubbing herself against his side as she kissed his cheek, glad they'd be moving again. "As you say, Master. Hopefully we can get a nice, sound proof room...unless you like to let people know what your doing all night into the next morning." She smirked, giving him some idea as to just what the kind of night he'd be having tonight. Though as he spoke of the pokeball, she had to think a moment. While she wasn't fond of it already, it would let her keep herself focused on him, as well as give him some rest of her advances. She smiled, wanting to give him a break. "I'll rest in the ball for now, Master. But once in the room, please let me back out?"

"As you wish," Kanye replied as he gave his pokegirl a kiss on the cheek before returning her to her pokeball. It had been a long day and the waiting and oral sex had made him quite exhausted. He was ready to go back to the center and get himself a room, soundproof as the Cockadiddle suggested. After a few hours of climbing down the mountain and making his way back down the wooden path, the young trainer came upon the center he was looking for. The ding sound as he entered echoed throughout the clean and shiny building. It was meant to be that way to keep out all the bacteria. This place was meant to treat pokegirls after all. After looking around a bit, he walked up to the Joy at the counter and propositioned himself a room for taming purposes. It was painted a velvety red and had chairs and couches strewn about. It had probably been used recentley though Kanye couldn't tell. The Joy that was here usually cleaned it once every few hours. There was a round bed in the center, soft and cushiony. There were binds at each corner in case the trainer or pokegirl prefered their taming partner to be bound rather than free. It even smelled sweet, like strawberries and perfume. Strong, but not too overwhelming. This was a good a time as ever for Kanye to let his Cockadiddle out and he did just that. As she appeared, he welcomed her with a smile. "Here we are. We got this room all to ourselves. What do you think?"

The bird girl was resting soundly within her Pokeball, humming to herself while shining her sword, eyes closed, keeping a tune to herself as her trainer walked along the path to town, not minding to give him a rest for now, knowing she'd get even more once she was let out once more. Suddenly, apparently having hit the Pokecenter, she felt the ball crack open as she came out in a flash of light, forming right at his side, tail feathers swishing as she smirks and leans u, kissing his cheek. "Hello, handsome." She smiled, walking over towards the corner, shaking her hips and feathers in a sensual, teasing way, placing her sword against the wall. Sauntering back over to Kanye, she placed her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips deeply and lustfully, grinding her body against his, moaning and whining out, needing his touch to her...among over things. "Its a very nice room, a little quiet right now, but we'll be changing that reallll soon, won't we, Master?" As she spoke, her skillful, dexterous fingers slipped past his pants and boxers, gripping his crotch as she started to rub at him, licking and nipping at his neck, a little smirk upon her features.

About five miles from Tokyo city is an old abandoned factory, at least some say its abandoned. But in reality it isn't, in fact, the building is very well used. The building was owned by slave traders, though its all kept secret and only a small amount of people know about it. Those people were the masters and mistresses, the ones who come in search for a new slave if they got bored with the last one or it died. Every one of them knew that this building held the best of the best for slaves. The slave traders took a lot of time in finding the rare boys and girls, and once they saw a target they did any means necessary to catch it. The traders had recently gotten very lucky in finding a new slave. The last one they kidnapped was a male named Light Yagami. He was 17 years old and a senior in high school. When standing straight he was 5'8" and weight 119 pounds. His hair was a copper brown color and it was thick, soft with the bangs hanging just above his dark brown eyes. He had a chiseled yet angelic face giving him an irresistible look along with his body which was perfectly toned, lean, and slightly muscular. And boy was he a hard one to catch, they tried coning him into following but he refused. So then they tried force, one ended up getting punched in the face. After a long bloody struggle they used chloroform and knocked him right out and took him with them to be sold. Even though it was difficult this catch was worth it, they knew he would be sold for a very big price with his looks. Light was laying down back first on a metal bench that was inside of his cell. He was down with the other slaves some new like him some have already been sold before. There were hundreds down there and they ranged from ages 15-25. The cells were connected to each other with bars blocking the other one's cell but there were also cells across from each other leading a narrow path to walk threw and look left and right at all the slaves. Light was placed in one of the farthest cells with the other ones around his age. There was a girl in a cell on his right and another boy on his left with another girl across from his cell. Some of the other slaves looked at him but he couldn't respond for he was still unconscious. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had on when they kidnapped him and it happened to be his school uniform which was a white buttoned up shirt, brown slacks and a black belt, and his black boots. The coat he was wearing was taken off though along with his tie and he was stripped of everything he had like his wallet and cellphone. One of the slave traders walked threw the cells with water and a piece of bread it wasn't much but it was enough to keep the slaves alive, last thing they needed was to have their slaves die and lose a chance at getting money for them. He went to each cell and gave a small amount of water and a loaf of bread to each one then stopped at Light's cell with a glare. It was the slave Light punched and the black eye showed it. Without warning the male threw the bucket of water that Light was supposed to get on him, soaking him completely. Light shouted and jumped up from surprise eyes wide then they looked to the male with a glare. "Get up boy!" He then grinned. "The masters and mistresses are coming today..You can bet you will be chosen, and just for the record I hope you get a cruel one." Light narrowed his eyes water still dripping off his hair and body. "Screw you..Where the hell am I?!" He demanded. The male just laughed and threw the loaf of bread at Light before leaving the scene. Light looked at the bread that was thrown at him but didn't care. How was he to know it wasn't drugged or something? Why else would everyone but him be so calm and out of it? With a sigh Light sat back down on the bench putting his hand to his forehead. This was not good, he was going to be sold to someone like a pet, who knew what laid before him now. Just the thought scared him slightly but he wasn't going to show it, he had to stay strong. He shook his head trying to get the water off and stuck his finger in his ear to get the water out of his ears. "Damn it..What now?.." He mumbled as he laid back down on the bench and looked up at the cold stone walls.

The tall, partially masculine male stepped out of his limo, walking to the doors of the warehouse. He was one of the frequents to this Slave House, and also one of the most hated by many people. He always came back with a 'broken' slave, or one that was unsatisfying to him or his friends. He grabbed the unconscious male from his vehicle, his arms bound behind him and him half naked. He grabbed the slave by the hair and dragged him across the ground, the doors opening for him and he tossed the property to the ground in front him. "He couldn't take it!" The Master complained, and the lead Slave Driver came up, picking the slave up to examine him. "Well, if you didn't always use such brutal tactics!" The Driver complained. He then dropped the slave and thumbed for him to be put up. "Must you be so cruel?" The Driver asked with a sadistic grin on his face. "Would you have me any other way?" The Master questioned with a chuckle and grin. "Tell me, what new shipment have you all gotten?" The Master asked. "Oh, you will love our new merchandise." The Driver said. "Come right this way, Sir Golna." The Driver stated, waving a hand and walking off. Sir Golna looked at each slave they passed, liking a lot of what he saw. "Remember, you return one slave, you get one back for free. Any more then that-" "I know, I pay for. Do you think I don't have the money?" Sir Golna questioned. "Just stating Sir." The Driver said in his own defense. "I've been here how many times and you still tell me that." The Master said. "My apologies Sir." The Driver stated. He then continued to walk down the walk way, telling about this slave, and that. This all continued until they came up to the one, Light Yagami. Sir Golna stopped and looked in to the cage, examining him. "OH! You have a like to this one do you sir?" The Driver asked. "He was a feisty one indeed. One of our Guards has a black eye because of him." The Driver informed. Sir Golna smirked and got closer. "What's your name, boy?" Sir Golna asked, looking at the male. Sir Golna was dressed with only a pair of black jeans, a black belt with silver studs making two rows around it. He had no shirt on, showing off his toned body with a six pack that people would think was an eight pack. He had his arms crossed over his chest now, his red hair hanging down past his shoulders, just above his nipples, wrapped behind his ears. He had a piercing in his right ear, with a sierra topaz in it, about the size of half of one's pink nail, and in his left ear was a bar going through the top of his ear and reaching down to the bottom, resting on the top of his ear in the middle and behind it at either end. He had on a pair of black boots, looking to be made for a gothic typed person.

Light was lost in his own thoughts as he laid down that he didn't even notice the two males walking closer and closer to his cell. He was pondering many hings over in his mind mainly thoughts of what might happen to him. Would he be sold to a male or female and if so would they be cruel or just want a companion? Oh who was he kidding this was the main place to find slaves probably all of them were cruel slave owners. But wait, that was another question. Would he be doing labor, or would he become a sex slave?..Light shook his head he did not want to think about that. He could only wish that he got a female and that she would use him for labor, but the chances in that were about two percent if not less. At the sound of a voice Light's gaze shot toward the bars to see two males standing there looking at him. Feeling uncomfortable laying down like that he quickly got up and stood behind the metal bench glaring at them. The look to that one male was beyond anything pleasant. He looked goth, and just plain brutal from the way he stood and even breathed. Light started feeling uneasy now, why were they at his cell? Was he going to be sold to this man? "No, no way, look away, find someone else, just please don't pick me!!"He shouted in his mind as he kept watching the two males very closely. Light heard the question but didn't say one word, he did want to tell the male off, but with two of them there and the goth one looking the strongest, talking back might not be the best idea at this time. It might come back on him, so for now he was just going to keep his mouth closed. There was no need for this man to know his name anyway.

The Master looked at the slave in the cage, tilting his head to the right as he did, as if it were to get a better look at him. "What, cat got your tongue? Not speaking your language? Can't talk? Speak up!" Sir Golna said in a slightly brute tone. The Slave Driver kicked the cage with his boot. "Aye! The man is addressing you Slave! Show 'im some respect!" He yelled, half spitting it. Sir Golna looked to the slave and smirked, then grabbed the Driver by the throat, slamming him against the cage, holding him a foot off the ground. "I didn't ask for your help, Driver! So you might as well go tend to the rest of your shit hole while I examine some more prospective slaves!" Sir Golna whispered to him in a harsh tone, then dropped him, the Driver coughing and gasping for air now. He looked back to the slave and grabbed a key off the Driver's belt to open the cage and walked in, leaving the door open. "Tell me your name." He said, standing at the door to the cage, it wide open now. "And that is an order this time. Not a question, boy." He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest, looking down at the male. Even though he wasn't extremely tall, maybe hitting six feet or so at tallest, he seemed to be much tall with his presence at the moment. He had an aura of darkness and evil about him, seeming to make him more exaggerated than anything. He took one more step in to the cage, leaving room for the slave to escape now. He had the idea to see if this one would attempt to run. He knew the guards would catch him before he got out, so he wouldn't do any thing.

Far away, in a world that was as twisted and bizarre in it's own way that far surpassed any dream waking humans could ever produce creatures frolicked in the moonlight. Here were things that transcended all logic, trampled all rules of the world most know and do as they please, coaxing and teasing at the minds of men when they do chose to venture from their proper world and here the Cheshire Cat resided with a quite purr issuing from him. From afar within the large tree he had decided to take his leisure he appeared quite tall stretched out the way he was with his hands folded behind his head, and odder yet was his appearance altogether. He looked to be a pure albino, with messy hair of a stark white quality that was nearly impossible to match and deep crimson eyes that now shown with the moon light. Stranger still, a cat he was with the large articulate ears of the same color pointing and flicking out from atop his head, while to his side a long white tail bobbed and twirled with the progression of the night. It was so beautiful, and yet he was so terribly bored with this land. There was little he didn't know of his world, and too few were his visits to that odd queer land the humans dwelt but something tickled his nose and perked his ears as the wind picked up again but this time towards him. There was a sweet scent in the air, of something young and delicious, but somehow out of place in his home. Could it be that there was a visitor to entertain him for the night? Why yes, there was a stranger to come play this night, and far below him he looked down with a smile seeing the white rabbit fly by. That young little fiend, he's lured another down his rabbit hole but that was for later thought. Maybe he'd reward the cad for his playfulness and teach him the pleasures of adult hood, but not before he had his chance with this delectable female. Leaning back and allowing his tail to droop it's full length down and sway and twirl, he made himself easy to spot for this poor little girl. The night was still young and there were things to be done.

"Oh, Mr. Rabbit! Come back here!" Alice shouted in her light English accent as she ran through the woods, coming to a stop near the Cheshire Cat. She leaned over, her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. Seeing as she couldn't possibly catch up with the speeding rabbit, the girl was now alone in this strange world, wherever it was. The last thing she remembered was chasing a man through the park and down a rather large rabbit hole. Then she fell for what seemed like quite a while before she landed softly on her bum and spotted the man running out the door and she quickly ran after him. The girl sighed and went to sit under a tree, resting her hands in her lap. "How will I ever get home now?" She questioned herself, looking up at Wonderland's sky. Alice spotted something peculiar as she looked up, however. There was a long, white tail dangling from the branches and the tail seemed to be connected to a boy with cat ears! "Oh my!" She said as she sprang up, the bottom of her blue dress catching on a root and ripping slightly. "Bollocks." The girl groaned as she ripped the dangling material off, tossing it to the ground before turning her attention back to the Cheshire Cat, her eyes looking at his twirling tail. "Hello? May I ask who you are?" Alice questioned the man, hoping that this one wouldn't flee from her.

The Cheshire cat's smile was fabled for it's disturbingly deep cutting effect on a person, and smile he did with his eyes gently roving the whole of the delighful female before him. That dress was absolutely arousing, even though it wasn't meant to be but her curves are what made it truly something to behold. A quick little plan formed within his mind as to how he'd have her for himself, but he heasitated for the slightest moment. She was young, but that mattered little with a body of her caliber but was it wrong to take and use her as he had planned? Maybe depending on what exactly he did with her but that was for later. Now was the time to push that torn skirt up over her hips and fully enjoy her wonderfully mature body. Who am I? Who are you? Your the one who sat under me, with nothing here to do! But I guess that's to be had seeing how lost you are, And you'll never get out or go vary far. But tell me little love, tell the Cheshire cat, What would you do to go back? That rabbit you might see some time soon, but he and the others would send you to your doom. The Cheshire cat was known far and wide in wonderland for his knowledge of his world, but he was notoriously known as the riddle or rhyme cat and loved to play with those who knew nothing of him. His tail bobbed about excitedly at thoughts of this woman in front of him, and he knew just by looking at her she had nothing to give or offer aside from her body but he wouldn't lead her to that yet. He wanted to know if she would offer it herself or if he'd have to force her into doing it but either way she'd be bent over in front of him soon enough.

Little Alice stared at the male's rather frightening smile as he seemed to look her over like a piece of meat, sizing her up. This made the girl feel a bit self-conscious and she began to pull her dress down a bit, trying to get what was left of the bottom to cover more of her thighs. The girl had a nice body, that much was true. She had ample breasts and a lovely hourglass shape to her, even though she was just a teenager, but she had never used those things before, never known how to use her body to her advantage, as it seemed she was going to have to do if she wished to get any information out of the Cheshire Cat. She listened to the male's poem carefully, finding it quite peculiar that he spoke in riddles and rhymes. She asked herself the same question he had asked her though, what exactly would she do to get back to the park? Well, anything! "Sir Cheshire Cat, may I call you that? I would do absolutely anything to get back to London, I'm quite sure my mother is searching for me!"

"Light!!" Screamed a young high school girl who looked only to be a sophomore. She was cute with blond hair and blue eyes but her face was stained with tears. A male who was talking with his friends turned around with an emotionless expression. "Yes?" He asked as if he didn't even know who the girl was. "L-Light! Remember that night we went out?! You..you said to go to a party with you, but you..left somewhere! I didn't know where you were and I was..I was..raped!!" Light looked back at his friends and nodded his head he set his hand on the girl's shoulder and led her to a hall way that he thought was deserted. "You were raped? By who?" The male asked. The girl sobbed trying to talk. "I..I don't know.. I was blindfolded! But they took pictures of me and now its all over the internet!! I'm permanently humiliated Light! Why did you leave me?!!" She shouted. Light looked at her his eyes softened. "Miya..I'm so sorry..My sister called and told me she needed a ride home, her car broke down. I didn't mean for this to happen to you.." He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close so her face was buried in his chest. His eyes looked up and were glowing with excitement an evil smirk plastered on his face. Light Yagami was the most evil manipulative bastard you could ever meet. He was cruel and did mean things for his own twisted desires and he enjoyed it completely. He treated everything like a game and wanted to see how far in the levels he could get. His perspective was to manipulate a girl was his godly gorgeous looks and charm so that they would go on a date with him. Then he would set it up where they were raped and humiliated. Hell, he even raped them but they would never know it was him, he always made sure they were blindfolded or at least couldn't see. Light was tall standing at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds. His hair was straight, thick and a copper brown color, just the hair alone made him look desirable. Then there's the dark brown eyes of his the controlling bed room eyes that could stare right into your soul and capture you in seconds, that is if you were a gullible girl which most were, and that only made it easier for Light. Next is the body, his body was perfect in all angles, lean frame, toned skin, a chiseled yet angelic face, muscles and abs, not to mention a nice package, everything a girl desires of a man. And to make it even worse he was very intelligent, his grades were always perfect and he was top in his class. So because of that he knew how to manipulate and what methods to use at the right time. But this was the same reason why Light used what he was given from god against the females, because he knew he could get away with what he did. He looked like an angle but was just the devil on the inside, personality wise. If anything, this asshole should pay for what he does day after day to innocent unaware females, but just who was capable of it? Who was capable of dominated such an alpha male like Light Yagami? The girl finally pulled away looking up at Light who now looked down at her with a sad expression. "Its alright Light. I..I forgive you..but um..I don't feel like dating for a while, sorry.." Light nodded his head. "I understand completely. Please try and get better. There is always hope in the end.." The girl gave a small smile and left the area. Light held in a smirk as his eye twitched, he wanted so bad to burst into laughter but knew that would make a scene. So instead he closed his eyes, relaxed his mind and once he opened his eyes back up he was back to his usual emotionless and calm self. Light stuffed his hands into his pockets and left the area as well now searching for a new toy to play with.

In the courtyard, she sat with a book open in her lap. The wind was a little fussy today, trying to pick up the hem of her school uniform skirt. The uniforms were not very flattering on any of the girls, but this ones radiance would over shine anything she wore. Rarity Shurio, the twined daughter of a very rich familya family with both money and power. She was no more than 55 short in the ways of height but her confidence and exceeding beauty made her larger than life. It really was a shame to hide something so pretty in a uniform like all the other boring plain girls. Rarity was of perfect breeding, both in looks and brains. Standing no more than 5'5'' with long raven black hair, piercing violet-blue eyes and skin as white as a porcelain doll. Shed rivaled Light Yagami since middle school for the top of the class. Every quarter they passed the title back and forth only to tie by last term it would seem. She was quite and reserved in class, ignoring any male that passed her no mater how cute or charming they were. Rarity, to her peers, was untouchable. Every boy wanted but every boy knew they didnt stand a chance. She was something you looked at a distance. So much mystery lay around her, for she hardly spoke a word to them. The only voice she gave was in the class room and even then only to the teachers. Secretly she had a deep hate for Light that only grew with every girl that walked away in tears from his smiling form. It was sometimes hard to feel sorry for the girls, as they were stupid enough to fall for his tricks. She knew charms could be hard to resist, her brother was one of those prince charming himself. But at least he had class, this boy did not. He thought only of himselfthought only to find amusement for himself in his twisted game that involved innocent girls hearts. Somebody needed to teach that boy a lesson. Someone that was on his level... As he walked by she just barely lifted her head, large violet eyes caught his own through thick black lashes as he passed. A brief hint of a smile before dropping them back to her book. He wasnt the only one with undeniable charm. Already she could feel the loathing from other boys, loathing of Light having gotten a look like that from her.

As Light walked with his hands in his pockets, he saw an all too familiar girl when he past a small group of teens. His gaze caught with her own only to see her give him a small smile causing Light to raise an eyebrow. Now normally a guy would be think, oh she likes me, but unlike the other ignorant males who only thought with their dick half the time, he didn't think that. No, he knew this girl, knew her for a very long time in fact. Rarity was her name if he remembered right. She was always tied with him, damn he hatred that. He was the one who was supposed to be better then the rest, he was born to be perfect, but because of her he was matched! He had an equal which didn't please him in the slightest. Rarity..although she was pretty, Light never went after her, though he didn't know why. She was cute, and good looking, smart as well which was a major liking in his book. He could not stand stupid girls. But still, she had never advanced toward him either, so why would she now? No wait, maybe this could be his chance. His chance to get with her, and use her! Yes its perfect, if he did that he would win! He would be back on top. It was so simple all he had to do was set up another date like he did with any other girl, and by the time her night was over she would be in an emotional break down. Her grades would slip, her popularity would go down the drain, she would be publicly humiliated! Oh just the thought made him excited. This was his chance to make everything once again work in his favor.. Light waited until she looked again before smiling back with the most heart melting look by making his eyes glow and have a loving look in them before closing his eyes and lowering his head. The innocent charm, one of the many things he used against girls. He then walked on but stopped at the stairs as if waiting for the bell to ring but really he was waiting for her to bite the bait.

Rarity Shurio nearly sighed with annoyance when he caught her gaze and looked away. For a moment she thought for sure he was going to ignore her. That wasnt possible; firstly, what boy could ignore her? Secondly, she was probably the last girl Light had not wooed and broken. Would he just admit defeat so easily and start to recycle the girls he already dated? Patienceshe reminded herself. Sure enough her ever observant eyes caught that moment of hesitation in his step. He was calculating in that pretty, devilish head of his. Perfect! Patiently she waited, never letting her eyes falter from him. Sighs, moans and groans came from the other boys as they, too waited. Light graced her finally with a second look, for his benefit she played right into his charm biting the side of her lip with a light blush forming across her ivory colored skin. What a very useful talent to have, blush on cueeven better than the girls that could cry on cue, no? As he continued on she slowly started to pack up her things, playing coy. If she seemed too eager he might get suspicious. This wasnt any ordinary boy she was playing with after all. What a pity he didnt come overoffer to carry her books. Shed practiced her girlish giggle for hours on the phone with Ravien just last night. It wasnt long, her books tucked to her chest, before she stood on the side, equaling his height only because shed already taken two steps up. As she passed she slipped a note into his hands before offering another fleeting smile over her shoulder. The words were perfectly script with a loopy, old-style writing... -Sit with me in class?-

The investigation. His assumptions. The ratios. His thoughts. The truth. The statistics. The bottom line. Everything was pointing exactly to one person, save for a few pieces that lay unanswered; like shinigamis. What sort of code could that mean? After all there was no such thing as a death god, otherwise he would have seen one at one point in his life- right? Scanning the screen in front of him, he had started to fidget- toes rubbing against each other slightly as he attempted to figure things out. Mind shifting from one thing to another as he kept the same neautral expression to his face as he worked. Sitting as per usual to what he would do, he seemed to just stay there in the same chair forever- well that was just something the others that worked around him had figured out about how serious the male that sat in their midst was. Thinking and calculating a manner at which he could finally close the case without any more causalities, though all in all; anything that Kira did simply gave him more of a lead to understanding the male and his devilish practices. For the past few hours he had been thinking things over as usual, his body having consumed yet another few things of sugar; this time yet another piece of cake followed by whatever other sugary substance was hanging around the place. Though now one could see a small amount of sugar cubes resting before him, they had once been in a pyramid shape, but now several had been taken away to be digested. Lasting only so long for the sweet craving male as his fingers gripped another before popping it in his mouth. It had seemed, that he hadn't even once pulled his eyes from the monitors that flashed before him. Not that the others around had really paid attention, some wrapping up to leave a little early today. That was fine, it simply made things easier for him as his black eyes slowly drifted to eye the male he was handcuffed with. A measure he had put upon the other to leash him, stop him from being out of his sight when he virtually didn't let the boy do anything alone anyway anymore. He couldn't be trusted, the evidence in his mind raking him angrily to get to the bottom of this. That and make it a very sound and solid answer; so no others could question and so no other variables; no matter what they were could question it. The other was sly, he knew this much of him. Considering the two seemed to think relatively close when it came to their own deductions on the case, but that didn't concern him now. Pupils taking in the sitting individual beside him as the sugar cube within melted away into a nice slosh of sugar. Listening to the sounds around him and the soft tapping of the other's fingers, he couldn't help but wait on the other investigators on leaving. To be alone with this one. To say that he was bent on getting the answer to this case, was a little but of an understatement as he tore his eyes away from the other and stared at the screen. He had been watching a few of the places he had tapped, making sure that none of the suspects that could possibly be the second Kira where doing anything to suspicious that would help draw this to a close. He could stop though, virtually all of what he saw was being taped for later reference- making things easier for him in the long run. Evidence as hard as that was something very few could maneuver around. Drawing his attention to the sounds around him, he couldn't help but rub his feet together more as he heard the last of the others leave. Silence slowly looming on the two that sat in the room alone; hopefully things would stay that way for the time being. No interruptions from Misa or any others as he drew forth his own plan of action. Simply waiting for the other to start the wheels of fate turning.

Justice, a perfect world, criminals dieing by heart attacks, Kira... Everything was going as planned, soon, very soon it would be complete and he could have his ideal world. A world where he reigns as the new God! Just the thought alone made him anxious, but things like this needed to be taken lightly. He couldn't rush, otherwise there was a possibility of slipping up, and if that happened it would end everything he's worked so hard for. Light could not let that happen, this was his world, and he was going to be the one that decides who gets to live or dies regardless of what the others think. This world is rotten, and those who make it rotten deserve to die! No one else could have gone as far as he had and he was going to take this to the end! L could not stop him now, he already had a plan of eliminating him..Soon he would claim his victory.. There was another thought Misa..Such an unreliable girl. How could she forget his name so quickly? She was nothing but a fool, a nuisance. In truth she was in his way! No, he needed to calm down. Why get so worked up? So she didn't remember L's name? That wasn't a big issue. He had another idea to get rid of L. Still, Misa was the one who screwed him up in the first place. Not being careful, sending false tapes of Kira just to get his attention! What was she stupid? Didn't she know that with clear evidence like that, they would find you? Really, how more ignorant can a person get? But luckily Light was able to get himself out of that as well. Higuchi, he was the perfect prodigy to use. A selfish business man who was only interested in his company being on top, it was just too easy. All he had to do was have Rem find a man who's only goal was to be the best in the work force along with his fellow members, and if just so happened Higuchi was the right candidate. Fool, in the end it only cost him to die of an inexplicable heart attack. If he didn't kill for money maybe he would of considered letting him live. Heh, yeah right, if he did that then Higuchi would still be the owner of his death Note, and he couldn't have that. The note book was his along with his soon to be utopia and no one was going to take it away from him, no one.. Light gazed at the computer screen as he typed. His fingers moving with perfect ease across the key bored. After some time Light stopped and picked up his cup of coffee and took a small sip then sat it down to begin typing again. He waved off the members as they left only to give his dad a nod and a smile before turning back around in his chair. Though he couldn't get that stabbing feeling at the back of his neck to go away. Damn L, its as if he doesn't have anything else to do but stare. Light suddenly stopped typing and set his hands on the desk. He turned his gaze toward L. "Is something wrong Ryuzaki?" He asked in a more upbeat tone so as to not make it sound like he was getting irritated from L constantly staring a hole into him.

It had taken the other long enough to question him, but at least it had happened. His mind reeled as he thought about how he would approach this- this thing had decided to do to the other. Against his will, that was one thing that flashed through his mind, something that no man would wish upon himself, but all the same he was going to do it. It was a wonder that L hadn't come to terms with learning exactly which way he swung. After all with his sort of life style there was no room for romance, so something like this just seemed like anything else he did to discover information; just another procedure, not something that would possibly scar both of them mentally. Snapping his eyes back to the other, he slowly turned his chair to face him. A slight smile hanging on his lips as he heard the upbeat of the other's voice. Was it real? Was it a fake? It was hard to tell precisely, but that wasn't the matter at hand for him. The Kira case was, he needed to stop it here and if it meant violating the other to get the right information- hell. He'd do it! He had to make damn sure that his suspicions were right before moving onto another case of suspect. His eyes rested on the other's forehead before centering on his face, toes having stopped their idle movement that they usually did. "Light how do you propose one should gather information from another suspect?" He spoke out of the blue. Why not let the other get a feel for what he was going to do, though all the same- he couldn't really escape him even after he knew. They were hand cuffed together after all, they would just have to go through one of their fights. From fists to feet, they'd most likely duke it out until one of them prevailed- in his case he'd try his best not to tire out and simply restrain the other as best he could. Well without the bounds of not knocking the other senseless with how he was able to maneuver his legs. His eyes seemed to burn there way towards the other's center, waiting to see what he might say about what he said. After all, it sounded as if he was speaking about someone else- not the one he truly supposed was Kira. The exact male sitting right before him. Until all suspicions where dropped to zero percent, Light Yagami wouldn't be allowed to leave let alone do as he pleased. He would be chained to L for as long as he needed, even if if it took eternity. Just as long as he got the right answer out of it all and solved the case. "What method would prove best?" he questioned, wanting to see the other's creative juices following before he did anything drastic. He wanted to recognize any change in the other's face and eyes, wanting to see that maybe he could crack the other this way first before trying at something much more devilish.

Light looked at L to see him smile. Oh how he hated that smile of his, making him self look so innocent and clueless, bastard.. He always tries to look like the good guy like he's doing the world a favor by trying to stop Kira. He thinks he is justice. Wrong! Light was justice, he was doing the world a favor by eliminating criminals, if he didn't do it then they would never learn! Death was the only way to teach them a lesson. But L never believed it, no, he just wants to stop Kira at all costs no matter what, well try your best shot L.. L's words caught Light by surprise but he didn't show it. Gather information from another person? Was he trying to get ideas? Oh come on don't tell me the great L has run out of options? No, that couldn't be it, it had to be a trap, another mind game of his. Lets see if he gave L his opinion would be actually use it against him? But..if he doesn't say anything it might cause more suspicion against him. Even though he was so called proven to be innocent by his little events, L still suspected him and he knew that. He had no choice but to answer L's question. Light looked at L. "Well, if I was trying to find a suspect I would use any method possible as long as it doesn't end up killing the suspect of course, haha.." He closed his eyes and gave a joking laugh before opening them again and looking at L for a response to his words.

He waited on the other, his large eyes resting on the brown haired boy. His mind calculating what the other might possibly say and with his luck- he'd just affirm what he'd soon be doing to the other. With the boy's mind, he'd make sure to try and twist the other around into answer him, saying out in his own voice whom he was. That was, once things commenced. Locking eyes with the youth, he held the same smile on his lips as he answered. A hand went to his chin, finger tapping his lower lip softly before it simply rested there. "Any method possible... save for something that kills them...?" he said, fishing the other's words right out of the air to use against him. His eyes rested on the other fully before he tugged on the chain that connected them. "So even torture you wouldn't rule out as a manner to gather the information... Am I right?" he questioned the other, tugging on the chain more so that his rolling chair drew him right in front of the other. Eyes wide with curiosity towards what the other would answer.

Light looked at L curiously watching his movements but was unable to read past the male's blank expression. Those eyes that seemed to hold nothing behind them, just a black vortex that went on forever with no end, creepy..and the rings from his insomniac made it seem even more edging to be stared at by them. Light's eyes raised at that question but he tried to make it sound he wasn't taken back by those words. "Well I suppose that would work, but Ryuzaki don't you think that is a little inhumane? Torturing has been against the law for quite some time now. They don't do that anymore because the methods were considered vile and wrong to be done on another human no matter what the crime they committed was." He looked at the male and down at the chain that kept them together, that kept him from escaping..He tried to back his chair up some as L got closer. He now felt a very ominous aura coming from him, something wasn't right. "What are you getting at Ryuzaki?.." He asked looking into the eyes of the other with a feeling of uncertainty.

L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki The First L & Beyond Birthday They had been with each other for quite sometime, which made things a bit more sketchy as time kept rolling. After all most hadn't even fathomed that he'd have a girl friend, so most would have thought the other just wasn't into it- that was until AA had come around to the investigation area to see how he was doing. She was one of the whammy children, one he knew well of- considering he had lived with the other among all the other children at the Whammy House when he was younger. So forgetting her was just something a little to hard to do. She had always been by his side, observing him and taking note of what he did; that with the slight look of love in her eyes. It wasn't something he was entirely used to returning, but all the same he hadn't pushed her on her rump whenever she was around him, ignoring her at times while at others just listening to her silently as he contemplated other things. Sitting idly in his seat he had taken to 'reorganizing' the small sugar cubes that had been meant for his drink, simply arranging them into a small pyramid before plucking one from its side off and stating it. Sugar, it was just something he ate on a daily basis. The stimulant helping him when it comes to staying asleep through any case he combated, turning his head some to eye the other with his black eyes he couldn't help but put on a weak smile. She was always there, so why not smile at her? There was no reason not. Turning to look at her, he held his smile- not entirely sure what to do next as he looked at her. L wasn't one for being a social butterfly everyone at the whammy house would know this well, that was just how he was. Antisocial to a very drastic extreme, so just initiating small talk on his part was something the other would be happy about- not that that was what he was about to do anyway. "Time to go~" he started, not entirely sure how he should go about this; especially considering the others here. The japanese task force and Light, any wrong move he would have to explain later as he finally got up from his wheel equipped chair- a first for quite sometime. Besides he needed to keep up with his work before letting other things get in his way like a love life. "Come back sometime later" he said in a manner that suggested he wanted her presence as he swiftly shoved her out of the place, not one of his finer things to do as he shuffled away from her. "We'll meet later" he spoke with the weak smile on his lips, eyes on her as he closed the door and muttered to himself. "...maybe" that was quite the given as he went back to his work, getting a few looks from the other's here as he took back to his post and started on his pile of sugar cubs; popping one in after the last dissolved. It wasn't like anything bad was going to happen to her, right? He got everything. It was that single fact that spurred him on for his own reasons, not that mainly would come to conclusion as he waited in the lobby of the building, just waiting for AA to simply stumble upon him. After all, who would have guessed he wasn't L- they looked practically the same well save for a few things. BB had red eyes, not the solid black the other exerted, but despite that the two seemed to be twins when it came down to it. If they really were, only their parents would no. Standing where he had for sometime he had gotten into the mood of slurping down small packets of strawberry jam in hopes that it would help him focus better, discarding the last small packet he eyed the steps anxiously. Knowing that L would push her out soon enough then he could snatch her up in his own manner- after all, would she even remember him?

AA, also known as Angel or just plain A was the third child taking in by Wammy's House. Her real name was April Amaryllis, though only two people in the whole world knew that. She was younger then L by quite a few years. She was one year younger then Light making her sixteen. However, age never mattered when it came to finding rare children of the world in hopes of one of them becoming a successor to the great L one day. She was completely American, having no mixture of nationalities unlike L who looked to be a quarter everything, though mainly British. She was 5'5" in height and barely weighted 110 pounds. Her hair was short to her shoulders and was a mix of light and dark brown with bangs that hung down over her eyes, having the right eye completely covered by her bangs. Her eyes were a dark brown matching with her hair. She was thin and cute with a nice figure, nothing obnoxious like some girls had, just beautiful with perfect angles and an innocent face. One of A's many talents was her quick mind, she had the ability to see things and come up with a scenario of what might have happened or will happen judging by the evidence and those involved with the crime. She was also a computer wiz, if anything that was her main talent. What she could do with computers was beyond amazing. Simple database hacking was like a piece of cake to her compared to the other things she could do. A could never amount to L though, he was too smart, too extraordinary to surpass, at least that is what she always thought. How could she ever hope to be as great as him, that was nearly impossible. She might be better then some, possibly Mello maybe Near giving the chance but never L. There was another subject, L, he had to be the most amazing guy alive, he was just so, and I know this sounds cliche, perfect. A had a secret crush on him though never showed it, L wasn't one to get into relation ships and she knew that. Besides, she wasn't one for just falling in love either, it was a waist of time and usually ended up bad in the end, but for some odd reason she could never get L out of her head. A shook her head, she was daydreaming again. That's going to lose her points on performance. Wateri bring her here to help, not go goo goo eyes over L all day. She reached for her cup of coffee and took a sip tasting the glucose coating at the bottom. Odd as it may seem she actually had a few things in common with L. Mainly the sugar addiction, but she did eat meat which was something L didnt do. So there were similarities and differences between them. Like for example she didnt like strawberries she had a liking for pears and apples more. The only sweets she did eat were chocolate bars, and pockey, not donuts or strawberry short cakes that he always seemed to be eating. She loved cake just not the flavors he liked. They were matched in the zodiac category, him being a Scorpio and her being a Cancer, but the Chinese zodiac didnt match. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it, so maybe she would live her whole life wanting something that would never be, so be it. She would walk to the ends of the Earth for L. A snapped out of her thought again when she heard L speak. "Huh?" Her gazed turned to him and she looked over at the time. "Heh, I must of lost track of time. Sorry Ryuzaki." She stood from her seat and grabbed her computer bag that held in all her paper work including her lap top that had files from the Kira case along with previous cases, including the BB Murder case.. That was a devastating case to work on. Someone she knew in the past was involved, no, he was the one doing the murders. How could he have stooped so low like that, it was so unlike the old person she used to know. But that was in the past the male was announced of dying from a heart attack in prison, probably by Kira, at least that is what L and her were told. Once A was shoved toward the door she quickly turned around and smiled. "To be continued later then. Bye." She said with a slight wave and walked the rest the way out of the door. She smiled one last time at L before he closed the door. "See you later L" Her voice was low. With a sigh she turned around and headed into the elevators to the main lobby. When the door opened she stepped out and walked threw the main hall toward the double doors, not yet noticing the other male she passed by.

L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki The First L & Beyond Birthday A socially awkward situation was bound to happen, then again he wasn't entirely inept with the way he knew how to operate, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to compete with L. Isn't that right? BB watched the other, his dark red eyes flickering over to the female that held his affection but refused to hand it back to him; only holding any love for the male that couldn't hold as thing for for. Even if she was his girl friend, he didn't care. He wanted her, a pang of anger and greed all in one as he drew out his jealousy into one swift act as he slowly walked towards the other, his eyes showing an inquisitive expression towards the female he still harbored love towards. To seduce her, it wasn't that hard- his features almost completely mirrored that of L's, so it was safe to say that he could easily trick her into thinking she was with him, it was as easy as that. Looking the other up and down, he put on a smile for the other. Whether intentionally or on purpose it was hard to tell as he followed for a moment before stopping and eying her. Took the stairs, she could guess that rather easily as he let out a soft call to her, knowing full well what L would have spoken to the female. He could remember how the other tended to 'promise' he'd meet her later that utterly leave her in the dust, not all the time, but enough to possibly hurt the female and make BB's hatred for the other's good fortune grow. "I said I'd see you later" he spoke, his voice mimicking L's exactly as he eyed her. Pulling out a paper from his pocket to read the contents of the page as if stating in his own manner that he was done with work for now. Not that it was entirely what L would do, it would make sense all the same- he could use the other as an excuse to check up on a few things, a bit like how he could always use someone. Right? That was just a way he looked at the other, using and reusing others for his own purposes to see cases to the end. Not that it really bothered him so much, just as long as the other got what was coming to him; that and that he was able to stump the 'great L' with his own methods, like the few people he had taken down and brutally murderer. It was just the way he liked to do things. That with the fact that virtually everyone had 'believed' he had died in prison from a heart attack had actually worked for him, his own case files closed since so many thought he was gone. Wrong! There was no way to check if he was dead now, but all the same- it was rather hard to track down a supposedly 'dead' man when you had no lead on him, about anything but where he was now. Pushing his thoughts away, he kept his smile lingering on his lips, hoping to feel the kindness that she showed to L to him. After all, she would never suspect- now would she? Pulling the paper away and stashing it in his pocket after folding it, he eyed her. Hoping to see her reaction, with this he kept in mind to hide his eyes somewhat, making sure she wouldn't see the red that rode in them so clearly.

A stopped in mid step with her hand already on the handle indicating she was about to exit at any movement. However, the sound of a well known voice stopped her from doing so. She let go of the handle and turned around. "L..I mean Ryuzaki?" he said with confusion looking at him. Why was he with her and not the task force or rather Light? After all he was the one under suspicion of being Kira. L seemed more then set on watching Light's every move more then anything, this was unlike him. "What are you doing down here? Did the other members leave already?" Her voice was low as she spoke. Wait, that didn't sound right, they couldn't of left. She was the only one in the lobby besides L. Or was this man L? A shook her head blocking that thought. Come on who else could it possibly be? There was no other person like L, right? Realizing just how rude she sounded, A quickly bowed and apologized for her actions and words. "Never mind, I'm sorry, Ryuzaki." She looked back up with a small smile. "So, what is it you want to discus with me? Did you catch a lead on the Kira case..or.." She started to say as she kept her gaze to him.

L Lawliet & Rue Ryuzaki The First L & Beyond Birthday For a moment, the way she was speaking indicated her doubt about him, but he wouldn't linger upon that as she gave a bow. Her own thoughts resolving any problem she had in her mind about him being L. Perfect. "No they didn't leave...." he said with a slight smile lingering on his lips as he eyed the other. His own internal desires already fighting with him as his plan was slowly strung out now. First gain her trust, walk her somewhere and they things would escalate from that. "I have a different lead at the moment that has taken my interest" he spoke, not even eluding to what it might be. Nonetheless, the other had to believe that it was something horribly prominent to get his eyes off of Light. "it will determine whether a few of my suspicions are correct" he spoke, slowly edging her into the lies that he woven to the female before him. Softly he let a hand slide into his pocket as he moved over to her, eyes hidden from sight as he flashed her a soft smile. Why not? He was going out of the way to be with her, that and the desire to simply have her. He was being nice, otherwise he could have based her in then dragged her off like any other animal would. No, not with A- he wasn't going to do something so savage to her; at least not yet. BB wanted to make this perfect, perfectly horrific. He wanted to show how great he was compared to L, prove to his love here that she should have always had her eye on him rather than the other whom he admittedly despised for getting everything in his life. It was like L had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Him? A silver one, stuck being second place for the time being to the one he loathed. "I'll need your help on this one" he spoke, walking up to her side;ready to go out into the world with her in the most harmless manner that he could. Hopefully she wouldn't notice a thing about him until the deed was done.

A looked at L with curious eyes but she couldn't hide that stupid feeling girls get. The feeling of butterflies in the stomach where it makes you all googly eyed and you look like your in a different world, god how she hated when that happened. But how could she control it L was so amazing, now she knew what Misa felt like around that Light character. No what was she saying? Misa had announced she fell in love at 'first sight'. She had been with L since their childhood. Funny, she could remember how withdrawn she was on first meeting him. She would not talk or make eye contact, but then again after just watching your own family being murdered, who would? That was how A come to being with L. She had a good family, a caring mother and father, and then it happened. Someone broke into the house and killed them. She was safe because the mother hid her in a hole in the wall, and she didn't come out until later. A was then taken to the Wammy house, gave food, a code name, and was told she could live with them until she was old enough to go on her own. Threw the years she was trained and she took that training to heart wanting to become a great detective like the famous L so that she could stop evildoers like the ones who killed her parents. Because of her devotion she reached her goal in becoming a great detective, not fully like L but dead close and she was thankful for that. A shook her head snapping out of her day dream or rather flashback and looked at him. She brought her finger to her mouth and started nibbling on the nail nervously. "Oh? So then your asking me to come with and help you on your suspicions? I'd be glad to assist you Ryuzaki." She smiled and swallowed hard, ugh..she was always so nervous and jumpy around him Then again she was a shy girl. She was timid and would never express her feelings on her own. A put her hand on the arm that was raised to try and stop from trembling. "Lets go then. I cant wait to see the new culprit. It will give Light a break from things, oh not that I'm saying anything against you. But you have been on Light like a bug and we don't even know if he is Kira. Of course it you were to puzzle together the pieces more there is the probability that he is, but that's thinking too far ahead." They had already exited the door as she talked about the case and so on and where already walking the streets. After a while she decided she should shut up, thinking she was talking too much and pulled a box of pocky out of her bag. It wasn't just for her files she kept junk food in there also. She opened it up and took one out putting it in her mouth. "Want one?" She asked looking at him with a smile on her face.

Lexus sighed some as she woke up that morning the new morning in Tokyo and she was nervous about going to school not knowing that there were some bad guys around school but she just didn't know. Getting up she looked around the apartment she was in and she growled some. She took a shower got dressed into that school uniform which she liked and hated at the same time. Her hair being a light/bright blonde with black highlights in it she smiled and looked in the mirror then was off to school. Looking around as she walked past the people she listened to her Ipod and swung her head side to side knowing soon she would probaly find a boyfreind or some close friends. She was the most popular kid back in the United States and she loved how she looked. Smirking some as she got to the school she looked around at the big building that looked like a collage or somethin else but she knew it was a school. Sighing some as she went in and looked for her locker she saw some guys looking at her and she got a scared look in her eyes but just ignored it not knowing what they thought of her. Opening her locker she grabbed her books and put them in her skater backpack that she brought from her town and what her close friend gave her. She slammed the locker door then started for her class. She shook her head and dragged her feet on the floor her head swinging side to side still while she listened to her music. She didn't know what or who was looking at her but she didn't give a fuck it's when she got to the class and looked up that she froze seeing the hottest guy in school and she blushed some as she saw him looking at her. She quickly looked back at the teacher as the teacher yelled at her but she couldn't hear since her Ipod was still in her ears. Taking the earphones out of her ears quickly and starting to put it in her backpack she smiled then went in the class room then went into the back were there was a seat next to the window. Looking back up at the teacher as she started to teach class Lexus didn't know what the fuck she was saying. Growling some she got her books out of her backpack and put them on the desk and just looked out the window rolling her eyes as she wondered what the hell was going to happen today. She hated this moving away from so many freinds and so many close family members and it pissed her the hell off not wanting to do it. She was pushed into it after she got into a fight with another girl over some stupid thing and she was kicked out of the school.

Light Yagami, was his name. Light is written with the kanji for moon and Yagami for night and god. Just the name screamed success and that is what he was. He was born to be on top, to win, to get whatever he wanted. Why else would he be so perfect? He had everything, yet still wanted more. If you only saw Light at first glance without actually knowing him you would label him as a spoiled brat who never seemed to be satisfied no matter what he was given. This male was blessed with so much. His looks were almost god-like with his short thick but soft dark brown hair and bed room brown eyes. The type of eyes that just seemed to look right into your soul and manipulate you to his will. He was perfectly toned and thin, soft firm body and a chiseled yet angelic face. He was tall, standing at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds. Of course looks wasn't all he had if that was it then he wouldn't be perfect, or at least the closest thing to it. No, he also had talent, skills that people would do anything to have. Then there was his stunning intellect. He was very intelligent, his mind was something not many could compare to, always being top of his class. A hard working honor student who's considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. That was the title he thought himself to be. There was more to him then that. he wasn't Just Light Yagami. The son of Soichiro Yagami who was chief of the police task force headquarters. No, he was someone else in secret, unknown to every human. Light was also Kira. The biggest thing that has ever hit the world. History in the making that what Kira was. His goal was to eliminate all the criminals, one death at a time until his world was complete where he reigns over as the new god! Even if it meant sacrificing his own soul it was worth it. The world was rotten and it just kept getting worse. Everyday he had watched innocent people's announced death on T.V or another rape victim. The world cant go on like this anymore he had to make a change and with his new found power it was possible. He could do it, create a new world of peace, a world everyone desires. He was the only one who could do it, no one else would of took the responsibility of doing anything in their power to make this a better world..only he could. Sure he knew killing was wrong, but it had to be done. Those who cause suffering for others don't deserve to live, they don't deserve a trial. That wasn't Justice in his eyes! Day after day criminals got away with what they've done because there was no evidence in their crime, but not anymore. Now he was the one who could judge them, he was the one who got to decided who lived and died regardless of physical evidence. And his decision for doing crime was death..no second chances, no trial..Either a simple heart attack if they were charged of worse crimes and dieing of disease or accidental death for lesser crimes.. Those were his ideas when he first became Kira, a dream of a perfect world, but it showed more and more he was losing control. The ability to kill he was given was taking over his mind, making him a different person then who he used to be. He wasn't justice anymore, he was evil but could never accept that fact, or rather he was too blind with power and thoughts of being god to care. His goal was no longer for the world anymore but for him. He had grown selfish and wasn't just killing criminals but those who got in his way. Innocent or not, it they messed with him, interfered, or knew too much he would eliminate them and without hesitation. His heart was a dark place and his thoughts were cruel, in a symbolic since, he wasn't even human anymore. Death Note, that was the power he had found. A note book of a shinigami, death god. It enabled him to kill any human as long as he had a name, a face, a pen and that specific note book. He could kill them quickly and painless or slowly and painfully. When and how he would do it was entirety in his control, and once a name was written, it couldn't be stopped.. Light was sitting down at his desk with his arm propped up and his chin resting in his palm as he gazed outside. He sat by the window on the right toward the middle to back area of the classroom. The lesson the teacher was given was old news to him so he didn't feel like paying attention. All he really had to do was get the home work done, he didn't have to participate because he already knew the subject. His eyes moved from the window to the door once he heard the teacher stop talking and everything going silent. He looked at the girl that entered. He had never seen her before, she must be knew. He could tell that she wasn't Japanese, if he was to guess by looks he'd say she was American. His eyes followed her, turning his head when she got out of eye sight until she sat down a few seats behind him. He didn't know why but something about her caught interest. Maybe it was because she was a nationality that they don't get much of so it was something new. After a few more minutes of watching her he turned his head back toward the window. An annoyed look then appeared on his face as his gaze looked to something else, but what he was looking at was a mystery. Light growled under his breath and looked back to the window, waiting with pure boredom for class to end.

Lexus looked out the window as she saw Light looking at her and she whimpered some as she saw everyone glarin at her as if he was the most popular guy in school and they hated her for him seeming to have an intrest in her. Sighing some she shook her ehad and looked out the window seeing Light look out it to and she tryed to see what he was looking at but she saw nothing. She looked around the classroom seein tons of girls glaring at her and she looked back out the window. When she heard the bell ring she quickly put the books in the bag and she slung the bag over her shoulder and quickly walked out of the classroom. Feeling eyes on her she whimpered some puttin her earphones in and she turned it up loud and started to walk faster. Biting her lip hard she shook her head and starting to walk faster she thought she felt more eyes on her and she looked around seeing almost everyone looking at her. Whimpering some she shook her head and turned the corner walkin out of the school and then she started to run hoping that no one would try and come after her right then and there she just wanted to go back to her apartment and cry her heart out. She felt left out felt out of place in this city in this country and she hated it. Biting her lip harder she started to run and she looked around starting to go down a dark alley and she sighed some slowin down as she started to calm down. Turning her music down she sighed and looked down at the ground and walked calmly. She didn't know why she was walking down the dark alley and she looked up at the sky it already getting dark since school was so long and she didn't know anything the teacher said. She was so confused and she didn't know what to do. Looking back she leaned against the alley wall and looked up at the sky. She didn't know what to do feeling confused and not knowing anything here she just felt like falling down on her knees and crying. She balled her hand into a fist and she slammed her fist into the brick wall and she glared at the wall her hand bleeding and tears rolled down her cheeks and she stayed looking at the ground "why am I even here?? Everyone hates me and I hate this place..I DON'T FUCKING BELONG HERE".

When school ended Light stood from his seat and packed up his things. He tossed them into his bag and swung it over his shoulder then left the class room. His mind started to go toward that new girl it seemed a lot of his fan girls had gotten jealous that he looked at her. So what, he made eye contact that doesn't mean he liked her, stupid girls. Why are they always like that? With a sigh he shook his head and walked past the group of kids as if they weren't even there. It was now getting late as Light headed for home. He wasn't one for taking main roads so he decided to take the ally ways. They were darker and if he stayed in the shadows more safer then being on the streets. Light stopped at the sound of a voice talking in the distance and listened. Being curious he started walking toward the direction to check it out. He walked from out of the shadows to see the girl from before. She was crying and..her hand was bleeding? What was up with her? Light looked the opposite direction for a second as if contemplating on whether or not he should held her. Oh what the hell, its not like he was in a rush to get back home, well he was but still he couldn't just leave her alone it wouldn't be safe, she could get attacked. "Are you alright?" he asked walking behind her with his hands in his pockets. It seemed to be a habit of his. "Do you need some help?"

" Fifteen thousand and five hundred dollars for a herd of Rapidashes- not bad. " Chason grinned, patting the heavy suitcase that was propped on the cushioned seat next to him. Even though he planned out the strategy himself, it was his Pokeboys who did most of the dirty work and carried out his scheme. Then again, they were his willing vessels, ready to do anything he wished of them- they were the reason he made a living. While the other Rockets kept loads of Pokeboys to increase the number of their party, he preferred to keep two and focus his attention on them so that they'd be at an advantage in the face of outraging numbers. It was also his efforts that brought them to where they were; Kaiden and Damien. He picked up his fork, then stabbed at the strawberry in his served fruit bowl, gesturing for the boys sitting opposite of him to finish eating, too. He treated them to a meal after every paycheck, and since he was in a relatively good mood today, he was up for taming them both, too- at the same time. He rarely spent quality time with his Pokeboys, just because he simply had no time. But when he did fit it into his hectic schedule to occasionally express his gratitude, he did it effectively. The Rocket member loosened his tie and sat back on his chair, hanging one arm over the backboard of the other seat adjacent to him. " Eat up all you want, boys- you two deserve it. " he kindly offered, taking a swig of the can of beer he was served. Even though he filled up nearly half of his stomach with alcohol, he wasn't so lenient with letting his beloved boys drink any, mainly for health conditions he was fully conscious of. And beer most likely guaranteed a better fuck. He had a lot more stamina, and he would need it when fucking two. Chason popped a grape into his mouth, glancing out of the PokeCenter's window at the darkening sky. It looked like they would need to room here for the night. They were wanderers most of the time, but they had enough money to let them roost an entire week here if they wanted. Kaiden, the more reserved of the two, warily glanced at their tamer becoming more and more drunk by the passing second. He didn't mind it at all, and knew very well of what rewards that'd bring later in the night. They so deserved a good fuck ! The Houndoom morph ran his gloved fingers through his pitch black hair, fingering the rusty brown highlights that were streaked there in some areas. With his teeth, he tugged off of his gloves, then cautiously brought up, " We are being tamed tonight, right ? Dinner doesn't settle it at all. " He uneasily glanced around at the colorful Pokeboys sitting around them at different tables, looking just disgustingly adorable in their own fashion. They sort of stood out amongst the Pikachus, Azurills, Swablus, and Vulpixes, really. With a sigh, the Houndoom lifted himself off of his seat next to Damien, then rounded the table, plopping down comfortably on Chason's lap. The tamer was quick to wrap his arms around his Houndoom's back, even going as far to poke his fingers underneath the other's waistband. They kissed, and Chason drew away first, leaning forward to plant a peck on the middle of his Pokeboy's chest. " Mmm, of course. There's nothing you two deserve more than a good fuck- I'll cum in both of your asses this time. " he promised, ignoring the strange looks they received from the other customers.

Damien was helping himself to most of the food provided to him, alternating between showing his hands in the large claws and simply picking up the food with the pincers on his wrists. The redheaded pokeboy had played a big role on in aiding his master in capturing all those pokemon, the red blitz wasn't called that for no reason, he was easily able to incapacitate them himself. The pokeboy sat close to his master, pressed up against him really, the black cloth that normally covered his face down so he could feast on the various berries that were his favorite food, preferring the strawberries. He occasionally made a show by aiding his master, lifting an item of food to his lips. The boy only drank a little but quickly demolished the strawberries, his attention sliding around the room, all the people looking at them, or just going about their business, he could really care less, unlike Kaiden, who seemed to care what others thought about him. Damien found it amusing, all the colorful and well groomed pokeboys all around, barely trained and probably badly tamed, Damien however had his wild hair and dark eyes. he looked completely out of place in the pokemon center, along with his comrade Houndoom. Damien gave a glance to the side as the houndoom climbed up in his master's lap, his master promptly wrapping his arms around the other, Damien looked up, a jealous flare in his eyes. He was well known amongst the rockets for his temper, though he felt that even the houndoom deserved his turn. Still, the Scizor let out a low growl when their clearly intoxicated master showed the houndoom a lot of attention. Damien turned his head towards the two, his sharp eyes aliting on them when their master admitted that he would be fucking both of them that night, at that Damien smiled. It was likely that by the end of the night he would have a lot of cum in him, he knew the houndoom probably would help, maybe even gang up on Damien, being doubleteamed by both his master and his comrade was his favorite sexual activity. Damien waited a moment before he moved, pressing into his master's side and pressing on the charm "Master, when do we get to fuck?" He was a lot less inhibited than Kaiden, and proved it by leaning in to kiss Kaiden full on the lips "I am in the mood" Damien smiled seductively, pecking his master on the cheek, his actions were primarily to embarrass the more reserved pokeboy, Damien had no problem with public displays of Affection, making out with his master, or even being fucked or fondled by his master, in places where they could be caught. Damien made his effort to get into his master's lap, pressing into Kaiden as well, a gesture of affection from the fiery pokeboy. The fiery haired pokeboy smiled at Kaiden, he was a horny one, and they would both be being fucked, maybe even Kaiden would have a turn with Damien, or even get to have him

Maybe Chason would sit out for the first few minutes of the taming session to allow for both of his Pokeboys to be a bit intimate with each other in the beginning. He personally loved seeing his dearly beloveds get at it, so he would be more than willing to let Kaiden take control of the reins for a few moments until he'd step in to the scene. Besides, they seemed to like each other very much when they weren't indirectly fighting over his attention. It was obvious that Damien had some sort of an attraction towards his only partner in crime, while Kaiden was somewhat inexpressive, but held the same love for his comrade as well. He often put them together, but preferred that they stayed apart most of the time for specific reasons regarding attachment and the neglect of their duties. He also didn't tame them very often, because it felt much better if they weren't doing it on a regular basis. If one or two weeks were given to let their asses sit there for a while, they eventually grew tighter, giving him more of a thrill to penetrate those rears with the added pleasure. Honestly, Chason couldn't wait to get this moving. He was already on the brink of being totally tipsy, and he wanted to use his stamina before it'd completely burn out in a matter of a few hours. He caressed his Houndoom's back, drawing imaginary shapes on his finely shaped body and the angular spine that curved along, too. The tamer knew that Kaiden loved the riding position, so he kept that in mind as he groped the Houndoom's ass affectionately. Kaiden was rubbing against him, and the master willingly responded by grinding his crotch against his Pokeboy's, smirking against the other's shoulder. Kaiden blushed, nearly throwing his head back in sheer pleasure and ecstasy as he was forced to imagine just how amazing it would feel to be bouncing on top of his master's full erection ... Then, Damien kissed him, and he moaned into the slight peck, already turned on with the flow of events that happened. Unlike Damien, he was a bit shy with public displays of affection, and he despised being exposed in the midst of prying eyes, but damn- he was horny tonight. If Chason wanted to do him on the table, he'd eventually give in to his master's request and go along with it. How long had it been since they had a threesome ? " Hm, eager, aren't we ? Kaiden, why don't you be a good boy and pay the bills ? Get us a key while you're at it, too ... " he murmured, pecking the other's cheek and giving a prompt slap against his Houndoom's rear to spur him into action. Kaiden yelped, nodded, and fished out his master's wallet to pay the waitress and claim a room key for them. While Kaiden was absent, he tugged Damien onto his lap, kissing his neck affectionately to make up for the times he hadn't been able to spoil his Scizor. " I'm so proud of you. I promise you a good double penetration tonight. " he promised, probably hinting at the fact that Kaiden would join in to fuck Damien, too. " You want that, baby ? " he grinned, arching one eyebrow as he pursed his lips over the other's smooth jawline, " Want both of it stuffed in your ass ? "

Damien watched his master giving his attentions to Kaiden, thinking for a moment, perhaps deciding that it was time to get moving. Damine had a crush on Kaiden, he didn't keep it secret, even though he kept it under wraps when Master was around, mostly because he was busy vying for his master's attention, he loved it when Kaiden fucked him too, their sweating bodies writhing, pressing into eachother, Kaiden wad very energetic in bed. Damien also liked it doggy style with him. Of course they didn't fuck that often, especially not as often as Master fucked them both. Damien looked up, tilting his chin and leaning back, both pincers closed at the moment before he reached over and grabbed a grape, popping it in his mouth. The pincers were surprisingly dexterous, but for things that he needs softness for, Damien was able to use his hands, located inside. Damien kept helping himself to the strawberries, as the master lavished Kaiden with attention, not paying attention to the pair. The boy occasionally glanced over at the two, fidgeting as he watched Kaiden moan and groan in his master's lap. He was becoming aroused just by watching them, his master rubbing his crotch into the other while Kaiden moaned. Damien's kiss had even more of an effect on the houndoom, bringing a particularly malicious smirk to the redhead's lips. The Scizor watched as Kaiden was sent off by chason to go pay the bills. No sooner had Damien peered over at his master when he was pulled into his lap, his master's lips on his neck. Damien practically melted into his master's arms, his neck was one of those weak spots on his body. Damien blushed, mostly just from hearing his master tell him he was proud, he would easily bend over for his master in a public park, but still being told something like that brought a flush of pride to his face. "Hmm, master, that sounds great" Damien smiled, rolling his head back, giving him access to his own neck "That sounds lovely, I want to be so full tonight" The thought of being fucked by both his master and his fellow pokemon made Damien quite noticeably aroused, the thought of cum covering his body or being poured inside of him always got him going. Damien 's sharp teeth showed as he placed a kiss on his master's cheek, pressing his body into his. Damien noticed people were staring, and that simply brought a smirk to his lips, he liked having people watch.

They called him a murderer, criminal, serial killer. They thought he was crazy, insane for doing what he did. Insane huh? Insane was an understatement, but you could never go right up and say that to his face. Unless you wanted to die of course, and depending on his mood or how bad he took the insult, the death would either be quick and painless or slowly and painfully..He wasn't one you would mess with, anyone who crossed him always got the worse end of it, and if they didn't at first, he would devote his time in making sure they paid sooner or later. Light Yagami was the name of this man but only a few people know who is was in secret. Kira, the so called New God of the world. The one who killed criminals day after day because he thought he was upholding justice. It was his goal to eliminate the wicked, to create an new world free of crime. He was entrusted, no, he found an unknown power that gave him the ability to kill anyone as long as he had a face, a name, a pen, and a special note book. Death Note it was called, a power known only to a shinigami, a god of death. The Note Book even came with instructions for the one who first picks it up, stating specific rules and how to kill. Anyone would think it was a prank at first, but there is just something about the note book that makes a human want to try it at least once. Though after the first time of revealing its power the user gets rid of it. That wasn't the way for Light, no, he used it to complete a goal and dream he's had for so long. The dream of rebuilding the world into a utopia where he rules over as God. This man devoted his life, his own soul to achieve his goal, but many obstacles laid ahead in his creation. There were those out there who didn't believe what he was doing was justice. They thought it was evil, inhumane, and so they devoted their own life to stop him at all costs. He was so close, already eliminating one of the major problems that kept him from being God, all he had was one more game to play, one more puzzle to solve. But it ended in failure! No! It wasn't his fault, everything on his end was perfect, he just misunderstood his own proxy. He didn't think the male would go against his orders and do things on his own without his consent! That is why he failed, because he had to rely on others at the time, and all they did was prove to be worthless, pathetic. It was obvious now he couldn't have others help him, he had to do it on his own, but would be get a second chance or was it all over for him? On January 28th Kira was caught and apprehended but instead of sending him to death or a prison, the task force talked it over and decided on sending him where he truly belongs, an insane asylum. Kira wasn't just a murderer, he was crazy, mad with power and it just kept getting worse, festering inside of him to the point of insanity. It could of been all the stress, or he just couldn't handle the power he was given, maybe both. Either way he was stripped of his powers and sent to be locked up under high security in a insane asylum where he would live the rest of his life like a caged animal..Or would he?.. Light was located in the back part of the asylum, where the most dangerous people go. He was behind a big metal door with the numbers 666 embedded on it. They chose this number as a joke and also because they thought it that went along with his personality. On the side of the door was a small screen along with keys under it so that one had to type in a password just to open the door. They didn't know Light was Kira because the task force kept that secret all they warned was he was dangerous and should be locked up. He was labeled as insane, yes, but he could also appear calm and collected, even normal, but he was a manic depressant, one second completely normal, the next a psycho path, that is why he needed to be under high security at all times. The room he was in was like a normal bedroom in a way but plain. He had a toilet, sink and a bed, but nothing else. At shower time he went in alone with the guards outside until he finished. Light had to wear a band on his ankle that beeped if his temper reached a certain point. He was constantly given a pill to keep him calm but of course he never took it it. He was able to keep himself normal, but there were times he just snapped. He had to be monitored whenever he was allowed to be with the other patients but he wasn't monitored in his room, that was the only place he had full privacy to himself. Light was treated no different then a prisoner, his treatment was different from the rest, but still, better to know you were safe then being surrounded by the ones you've been killing for years, how ironic would that be. Light was sitting on the bed wearing a simple long sleeved black shirt and black lose pants, no shoes, no socks, nothing else. He didn't even have his watch, that was one of his prized possession and it was taken away as well. His eyes looked forward thew his bangs because his head was lowered. It would appear he was sulking in his failure but he was also trying to come up with a plan. He's been in this place for about a month now but so far hasn't come up with one idea of how to escape. "Uh..This is boring, there's nothing to do here.."Light's fingers fiddled with the chain on his left wrist that connected him to the wall. The chain was long so it gave him moving room but he could go no further then the line on the floor that left about 5 feet of room by the door encase someone entered and he decided to attack, but once they crossed the line he could reach them, that might come in handy later. "Shut up Ryuk..This is your fault also.." Light said turning his head to look at the creature that was only visible to his own eyes."How is it my fault?"Ryuk asked looking confused. "If you would of let me use your Note Book then I wouldn't be in this damn place!! I have to suffer, and so do you.." Light crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Just be patient..I'll think of something, and when I do, I'm going to exact my revenge on everyone involved!" Ryuk laughed."I hope your right about that."

There was nothing that Luna could do to get out of this one. She had chosen to be the best at anything she did when it cane working at the assylum. She was a good nurse and a good therapist. Depending on her boss, she'd be assigned to either or. But this was both. Apparently, she had to be both when it came to this certain particular man. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were short on hands these days. It was a budget cut, they said. She lost a few friends during that time. Friends that made her job that much easier. She needed the extra money her superior was giving her for this one particular job. Had she not, she would have said no. It required overtime and three hour sessions three times every twenty four hours. She also had to give him his medicine and make sure he'd take it..through a needle or a pill. Sometimes she'd even have to bring him food herself. So, in total, she'd be working thirteen hours a day. The sessions would only last till a month, depending on the mans cooperation. She thought it was thirty days too many. This would also be her first job working with someone in the back of the facility. Usually those didn't have any hope of ever returning to sanity, but she was told this one was different. That the police had requested this particular area for this particular man. They didn't even know if he was really THAT much of a threat. There was days he would snap, but who wouldn't? If she had to spend everyday in a cell with no human interaction, she'd go crazy herself. He was allowed no visitors, no nothing until the end of the year. It was almost sad. The twenty one year old nurse felt bad for him, but she couldn't let that interfere with her line of work. She looked at her clipboard. Her first concern was that he talked to himself...apparently he had an imaginary friend from what they saw in the cameras. Then it was his temper. But other than that..he seemed normal. Like the police over reacted. She watched him for a little while, and he seemed like a normal guy. Seemed. She would have to begin asking him who he talked to. Imaginary friends seemed to be the easiest problem to solve for her. She took her clipboard and slowly began walking towards the high security area. It always had that strange feeling. Like you were being watched by something. She was always extra sensitive to things like that. Usually, if the feeling was bad enough she wouldn't be able to even sit still in the room. She'd leave, or urge the others to go with her. Her eyes lowered when some security guards smiled at her. It wasn't the smile that is the friendly co worker smile. It was vulgar. She wasn't one to sue for sexual harassment though, and they had made no inappropriate gestures so she let it go. When she got to the room with the numbers "666", she felt uneasy. The kind of uneasy that made your stomach turn. She had to shake the feeling off. She would not let her hypersensitivity get in the way of her job. The guard at the door punched in the keypad code for her, but she had already memorized the number. The door buzzed and she opened it, then opened the second door that was locked by thumb print recognition. When she saw him in person, he seemed even more normal. She cleared her throat, that uneasy feeling still inside her and smiled. "Good morning Mr. Yagami. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Luna Shikimori. I will be your nurse and therapist. From now on, I will see you three times a day, for three hours. Sometimes, I'll bring you food. Sometimes, I'll watch you take your sedation pill. If you refuse I'll have no choice but to inject you. We can do these sessions with you strapped to your bed or moving around freely. It is all up to you." The smile never left her face. She didn't want to upset her patient, after all.

Light stopped messing with his chain and jerked his head toward the door when he heard it being opened. Lets see it has been about 6 hours since the door was last opened, maybe he could find a pattern. He looked to one that entered, it was a girl..His gaze dropping down to see if she was behind the line. Unfortunately she was so he couldn't reach her. A shame too, she was just a woman so using force would definitely of been solution to escape, oh well there was always next time. His gaze went to look at her again hearing her words he narrowed his eyes and looked away. Who was she to tell him what he was going to do. She could shove the pill down her own throat for all he cared, and he would be happy to volunteer. "Whatever.." He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, secretly looking her over thoroughly. She was shorter then him and small, she looked younger as well, not to mention weak, perhaps he could put a plan in motion now that he knew she would be coming three times a day. "Light.." He turned his head to look at her once more. "My name is Light. Don't call me Mr. Yagami, that is how my father was addressed before he died.." Light looked away with lowered eye brows sounding as if he was almost sad, but if anyone knew him well enough they'd know he was just putting on an act to get inside her head. "I don't see the point in taking those pills. I seem calm to you don't I? Its really just a waist of time. I'm not like them." He looked at her and pointed to the door as if he was talking about the other patients. "I don't need medicine. I'm not mentally unbalanced and I'm not traumatized. I wasn't an abused kid and I didn't experience anything drastic that would of made me schizophrenic. And I sure as hell wasn't born that way either.." He sighed and crossed his arms. "Me being here is a complete mistake, but I'm sure its nothing you would ever understand.."

She sighed. Obviously he was one of the types that think there was nothing wrong. She'd begin there. She pulled up a chair and then crossed her legs. "Light..I have been told that you experience fits of rage for no apparent reason...Do you remember these fits?" If he was aware of them, then she'd have to rule out multiple personality disorder. They weren't quite she what his mental illness was. How kind of the police task force not to tell them how they should go about treating him. No sickness meant no therapy. She looked him up and down, seeing nothing but an ordinary man. But she knew he was here for a reason, and she'd get to the bottom of it. It was her job, and she wanted to help him. That was funny, usually when she dealt with patients it took her a while to get inspired to help them. If he was a man on the street she would deem his as attractive, someone she would want to know. He was her type sort of. It was a shame that there was something wrong with him... She shook off the thought. That was unprofessional. She let her mind wander and she ended up thinking about how attractive he was. That wasn't good. She had never thought of any of her patients that way. Why was he different? And then there was that awful feeling in the room. There was something wrong with him and it was best to distance herself emotionally from him. She felt bad...so bad...

Light sighed and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. "You'd be pretty pissed off too, if you were forced to be here with all these other nut jobs. I can't play a decent game of chess with anyone without them throwing the pieces around..Its boring here, there is nothing to do. If I am insane, its because I'm cooped up here in this godforsaken place." He closed his eyes with an irritated expression. After some time he opened his eyes and looked at her again. "Three times a day, right? All you do is give me my medicine and food during those times? Am I allowed to ask for company? Its hard enough being in this room with no one to talk to but myself.." Ryuk looked at him. "Hey!" Light closed his eyes to stop from laughing. He then opened his eyes once more. With another sigh Light leaned up from the bed and sat on the edge. "No one has any idea what I went threw. They just assume I'm insane. Whatever.." He rubbed his forehead. "So besides having to come here for work reasons, can you entertain me on the side?" He could tell this girl was slightly cautious so he had to work slow and attack when the time was right. First he had to become friends with her, just like he did with L before he killed him.

She crossed her leg and listened to his responses. They were normal, typical responses that a normal person would say. But there had to be something wrong with him and she wouldn't be getting out of this if she didn't figure it out. She took notes on his behavior, making sure she made accurate observations. She would go over this later. "Three times a day for three hours." She corrected. It was a little inhuman, she'd practically be living here. Seven am to ten am. Twelve pm to three pm. Five pm to eight pm. She sighed. "I don't know about entertaining you..But I'll definately be keeping you company. Now..tell me something else." She paused, hitting her clipboard a few times with her pencil. She had to come up with another question. Something that wouldn't upselt him. "In the serveilance cameras, they show that sometimes you talk to yourself. Do you have a friend in here, or do you just mumble to yourself?" Everyone was guilty of talking to themselves at one point. However, if he told her he had a friend then that would be something that needed to be set straight. She purposely didn't say imaginary in case he assumed she saw him too.

BB and L were similar in so many ways. But, in a way, L's mistaken successor was 'out of his mind', or simply put- insane. If Near and Mello hadn't inherited L's title, he would have been able to catch Kira without much effort. It didn't take a genius to gather obvious proof and narrow down the options to one naughty criminal. BB was highly intelligent, but the government preferred to put a white-haired boy in charge instead. He didn't like the fame, though. He respected L, but he didn't want to continue on the alphabet legacy to waste time and chase after a culprit whose evil deeds were becoming rather boring. Raito Yagami. Murderers often thought alike and could communicate well with each other; even detect another's presence. The serial killer fit into his own schedule to have a 'conference' of sorts with this merciless student ... to possibly teach him a lesson about screwing with justice. Maybe he could knock some sense into him- let him know the real definition of an evil mastermind. In his bloodshot eyes, Raito Yagami was a total softie. The world didn't need a wimp as a new god. L wouldn't allow it. BB wouldn't allow it. All it took was a little drugging to have Kira seated on an unusable strap-down chair taken from an actual mental asylum, locked away down in a dingy basement that ran on little electricity. His limbs were tied down with leather binds, and if that wasn't enough, his neck was also attached to the back of the cushioned armchair. Spare his pants, he was stripped down to the skin. BB sat on the opposite chair, sitting in the exact same position L would with his knees tucked to his chest and a thumb laying on his lower lip. There was something freaky about those odd crimson eyes that pierced into Raito's unconscious face, and when the other student stirred from his sleep, he fidgeted, too. He would have fun this afternoon. " Light- ... " he whispered, slowly lowering his legs from the chair. He inched in just a little bit, tilting his head to show a fanged smile, " Or should I refer to you as 'Kira' from now on ? " BB grinned, then stood off of his chair, glancing around at the empty basement surrounding them both. Except for the two chairs in the middle of the place, it was empty, humid, and eerily dim. But then of course, there was a jar of strawberry jam next to the office chair BB brought down, and the door key was hanging from the belt loop of his jeans, just dangling there tauntingly. The armchair that 'Kira' was resting on was covered in fresh blood that had rusted away a little while ago. " I've heard many many good things about you, Kira- ... how you managed to defeat L ... " he hissed, running his index finger along the back of Light's chair. Then, suddenly, he twisted around, keeping his face mere centimeters from the other's face before zooming back out again with an evil smirk, " You had fun with him, huh ? ... We're gonna have fun, too ... Lots ... of ... fun. "

Everything seemed to go so quickly before his eyes. He remembered sitting at the computers with the task force next to him. Plotting, thinking of a plan to eliminate his next opponent. Near, the name the male so called himself, a successor to L. Well, he defeated L. Who's to say he couldn't take down more? Light was going to win no matter what even if it did mean killing people who got in his way, innocent or not. Light had left the building to take on an errand but he was so embed in his own thoughts that he didn't know what happened to him before it was too late. Seconds seem to pass by him as something was injected into his neck from behind. His eyes had then closed and he fell unconscious to the ground below.. It seemed to be hours before he started to stir and regain his consciousness. The first thing he tried to move was his hands so he could rub his head only to find he couldn't. Its like they were strapped down to something. His eyes slowly gazed down at himself and widened slowly until they seemed like they would fall out. He was strapped down to what seemed like a chair covered in stale blood. The only thing he was wearing now were his pants. What happened to his clothing, and who was the one that took them off in the first place? Fear was rising in him now, mainly of the thought that he was completely tied down and almost stripped of all clothing. Who ever did this to him was probably planning something evil. Light heard the voice and looked up a gasped escaping his lips. He was looking as if he'd seen a ghost. Right in front of him was the man he killed years ago. "L?.." No, this couldn't be him, he was dead! He saw him die in front of his eyes! He even went to his grave! L was dead, this was a fake, it just had to be. "What is the meaning of this?!" He shouted his eyes now showing anger but changed as the man he thought was L stepped closer. He looked at the male with disbelief, this guy knew he was Kira? No, it had to be a trap, he couldn't fall for it. "Kira? Is that what this is about? I am not Kira! And you are an impostor!" He growled. Light knew now this was not L he could act it and fake it but he wast L. L was dead he could confirm that. This was just some guy possibly using a disguise to get into his head. He blinked when the male ignored everything he said and kept talking. "I'm not.." He stopped in mid sentence at the male's words. This guy made it clear he wasn't L but he sounded like he knew him.."You..know L?" Light grunted in frustration and turned his eyes to the side. "Your disgusting. Let me go now, or I can guarantee, you will pay for this!" He shouted once more.

Who knew Kira could be so noisy ? Scowling, BB withdrew from the chair a few inches, then coming to rest his elbow on the top portion of it. He leaned against the steel-metal furniture, proudly grinning to himself as Raito continued to ramble and demand an explanation. He should have invested in duct tape, but BB was planning to put that big mouth to use sooner or later. Right now, he was going to indulge in a verbal fun, because nothing was better than to exploit and mess with the human mind. Cracking Kira's head would be difficult, but it was possible. He bent his back, giving the impression that he was just as crippled L was, but later straightened it to prove quite the opposite. He wasn't L. Sure, they looked strikingly similar, but L was defeated, while BB was left to remain in the match. Kira versus Beyond Birthday- how fun. " No, not L- " he teased, a devilish smirk creasing his lips, " But why go by alphabets ? ... You know his name. You're Kira, after all. " He shrugged, then waved his hand dismissively in the air, heartily chuckling to himself. Slowly plotting Raito's downfall was just amusingly entertaining. Who knew- if he absolutely felt like it, he could kill him here, in this basement, and claim fame for himself. A criminal needed to be executed, but then again, his own hands weren't clean, too. " Disgusting ? " he cackled, rudely ruffling the other's hair with his lanky fingers, " And here's the kettle calling the pot black ! You and I are the same in so many ways, Kira- " He grinned, tightening his hold at the top of his head. " Now when will you stop playing stupid and actually admit that you are- ? I'm not Ryuuzaki. Never will be. We're different. " he murmured, running his blood-stained fingers over the other's cheek ... carefully ... slowly. " And there's one thing I will promise you, Kira, " he demonically smirked, " You'll never defeat me. " Stopping at Light's chin, he withdrew his fingers, then bent over to pick up the jar of strawberry jam he left on the basement floor, idly cupping it between his hands. Without doing anything else and leaving Light to wallow in his own fear and misery, he plopped down on the opposite office chair, tugging his legs up to his chest. Then, he whipped out a butterfly knife from the pockets of his jeans and pried open the new jar, throwing the plastic lid over his shoulder. It clanked loudly on the brick floor. " K came before L, but B comes before K. " he chanted in an eerily sing-song voice, dipping the rusty blade of his knife into the jam. He licked at it carelessly, occasionally sparing Light a few glances. " Do you want some, too ? " he tauntingly asked.

Light listened to the man's taunts with gritted teeth. If only he was released right now, if only..Still he didn't know this guy's name. Even if he was released he couldn't kill him. "I already told you, I'm not Kira.." He said in a more lower tone. He growled and tried jerking his head away from the male's touch but his neck was fastened to the chair as well preventing any moment. whatsoever. "Get your hands off me.." Light looked into the eyes of his kidnapper. They looked so inhuman almost like..shinigami eyes..He shook his head, no way that was stupid this guy didn't own a Death Note,..Did he? He took a quick glance to the side at his shinigami waiting for a reaction. Ryuk was laughing? No way..His gaze looked at the copy L again. "Who are you? What business do you have with me? Are you seeking revenge for L because you think I'm Kira?" Light then stopped talking and looked at him with a raised eye brow. "What?..No, I don't eat strawberry jam.." He swallowed again his eyes spying the blade in his hands but tried to hide it by narrowing his eyes at the one across from him.

With abnormally crimson eyes flashing at his kidnapped victim, a gargled laugh erupted from his throat, making him seem even more of an insane person. " Revenge ? This isn't about seeking L's approval at all. We're a lot different than you might think- " he smiled, then coyly spun around in his chair. " Kira, I thought you'd be a lot more intelligent than this- so stubborn, too ... I was thinking we'd have more fun together- ... " he grinned, rising again from his seat to approach Light. He took the strawberry jam-covered blade with him, but left the entire jar on the office chair, running his tongue across the sharpened edge of it. " I don't think you're Kira. " he teased, fitting himself comfortably between the other's spread legs. He rested the tip of his butterfly knife against the far left of Light's chest, deciding that a little pain would cause him to speak up and confess. " I know you're Kira. " he emphasized, digging the weapon into the other's torso, just light enough to make a bloody mark. He ran it down, slicing the skin along with it. Then, he lifted the bloody tool, then let it down to carve a 'K' on his chest. It was already dripping, but BB merely leaned in to lap his tongue across the slick skin, smearing the blood that outlined over the sloppy letter engraved on the other's torso.

Light glared at the male as he just kept taunting him over and over, it was pissing him off. His gaze watched the blade that was in the male's hand. The edge gleamed even from the little light of the room. He swallowed hard as the male approached going between his legs to make him more uncomfortable that what he already was. When the blade made contact with his skin his teeth gritted tightly, cringing back the pain. "Ng!!.." He held his breath and clenched his fists holding back the urge to yell or scream until the male finished. Light breathed again taking a deep breath and panting. He looked down to see the K on his chest. The fucker had branded him with the first letter of his own alias and now was licking his wound, sick bastard! He thought bitterly. Light then looked away and thought about some things. This guy was a joke, he seemed like nothing more then some insane criminal which made him hate the guy even more. 'K comes before L but B comes before K' that was what this guy had sung a few minutes ago. B..B..why did that seem familiar to him? He remembered hearing it before but its been years. Who was the one that was refereed to as B? Or rather..BB..Beyond Birthday?! His eyes widened looking back at the male. no way, it couldn't be. "B?..as in..Beyond Birthday?.." He asked out of the blue since the thought has crossed his mind.

As Light finally managed to figure out his alias, he smirked, then wagged his butterfly knife in the air, licking the metallic liquid from the tip of that, too. He rolled his crimson-tinted tongue back into his mouth, then went back to pressing the tip of it against another portion of the other's clean skin, tainting it with yet another cut. " It's officially been proven that Kira's mind works slower than normal- what a shame. " he evilly smiled, running his weapon straight down to make an 'I' on the middle of his naked chest. He withdrew and examined his beautiful handwriting with pride, blinking his raccoon eyes once, " So you've heard of me ? " His shinigami eyes flashed once as he collected information of Light's death at that second. He knew where it was going to happen, but there was that strong temptation that would prompt him to kill the trouble-making murderer on the spot. But then of course, BB wasn't that dumb. He was a serial killer ! He needed to be a lot more conniving to achieve his goals and reach the finish than that ! Avoiding more chatter about his name, he pressed the tip of his knife against Light's flesh again, digging the tip in to draw the 'R'. " These'll take a while to heal, I assume- you'll have to cover it up nicely- consider it a gift that I didn't mark it across your face. " he teased, reaching forward ever so cautiously brush the other's bangs aside with three of his fingers. Light, he had to admit, was attractive. Though it would have been nice for such a handsome man to take the reins of the world, he couldn't let that happen. He'd die before Kira's kingdom would come to overshadow the universe, but for the sake of justice ( hah ! He should be the last person to speak of righteousness ! ) and L, he needed to stop Light's ambitions here. " I see, " he creepily murmured, focusing his crimson eyes on the youthful face before him, " Your death- in a matter of a few hours. Two ... and thirteen minutes- stabbed- ... "

Light narrowed his eyes this guy was B. How? He killed him! He wrote down B's name in the Death Note after hearing he was a major criminal, the killer of the Las Angelis murder cases. It was even announced. He escaped? No...the guy they showed wasn't him, this guy was the true B that was the only explanation, and he was alive..But, if he didn't care of L's death what was his business with him? He had a very pissed tone when he said he defeated L. That must be it he wanted to be the one who won against L and because of that he was exacting his revenge. Light cringed and gritted his teeth. He clenched his hands so tight they started to turn white and bleed from his nails digging into his palms. The pain got worse the more he did but he still fought it, he could not show this bastard any weakness. When the male stopped slicing his skin he looked down to now see a K I R..Light knew what the next letter was he was going to carve 'kira' on his body so that it would be there forever.. He panted and cringed from the stinging the blade caused. His gaze looked into the red eyes of the other, the male looking so calm about what he was doing, while it was seem Light was cracking by the sweat drops that were forming on the side of his forehead. Those eyes, they seemed to be looking at something, but what? At B's next statement Light looked at him with wide eyes. "What?.." This guy was going to kill him? No! He had to get out, but how? Come on think..think! After a few minutes he couldn't think of anything for now he would just have to try and stall the male. "In a few hours?..Why don't you just kill me now and get it over with?..That's what you did to your other victims isn't it B?.."

It would be a white lie to say that BB was never associated with Light from the beginning. There was the incident where Kira tried killing him after listening to something from the television show, but he wouldn't be here, torturing his killer if that plan had worked. Light couldn't underestimate BB- like he claimed, he was different from L in the way his mind functioned. He wasn't a softie. Ryuuzaki had been too merciful, and look where that got him- he was now weeping in the afterlife, cursing himself because he couldn't grab Light by the collar when he had the chance. Proof and solid evidence didn't matter. One kill, and this whole Kira case would end ... " Now what's the fun of that ? I'd rather watch you bleed to death, actually- slow ... painful ... " he evilly taunted, pressing the tip of his butterfly knife to the next empty portion of the other's skin to draw the last letter of his alias; A. In a few seconds, a crimson 'KIRA' was written across Light's torso, dripping grotesquely with fresh blood. " Let's have some fun, Kira- ... I've been wanting and waiting to meet you for so long. " he whispered right beside the other's ear, leaning in ever so slightly to lick the shell of the male's ear. " If it'll help spare your life by a few seconds, I'll show you a good time. " he grinned, pulling away with a sadistic grin plastered on his pale lips. He picked up the strawberry jam, then reached in with his bare hand to scoop a dollop of it. Then, without hesitation, he smeared it across Light's collar and neck, licking the remains of it from his bloody fingers. Blood and jam was such a delicious combination. " I've always wanted to know how stressed Kira was in reality- ... " he purred, licking the sweet paste from the side of his neck where the metal wasn't strapping him down in place.

Light's teeth gritted once more as the last letter was carved into his flesh. "Ng!!.." He fought to remain still until B was done, only to then relax his body once more and began to pant. He was losing a lot of blood now and could feel himself slowly growing weaker, dizzy. Light looked up into the male's big red eyes again with a look of disgust. "Twisted freak!" He spat with anger in his tone. He didn't want to admit it but he had a feeling it was winding down for him. After all no one knew where he was because he didn't even know. Not to mention the fact he's completely strapped down in front of an insane serial killer, a criminal that he couldn't kill! It all just made him so mad and filled with rage but he could no nothing but sit and let his bastard do what he wanted to him. His gaze shot to the side looking at the male who was now close to his ear. He clenched his hands tightly, he so bad wanted to punch that guy in the face for being near him like that. This male made his skin crawl in such a disturbing way. "Get away from me!" He growled and jerked his head away but was stopped by the trap around his neck that sealed him in place. "Fuck.." He mumbled with annoyance. The next comment made Light's face cringe with disgust once more and he felt shivers going down his spine. "Go screw yourself.." He hissed with venom in his voice. "I'd rather die then to participate in your disgraceful acts, you homo!" Light looked down at his arms and jerked and pulled them, but they still remained strapped down. He felt so sickened, disgusted, humiliated no..there wasn't even a word to describe how he felt at the moment. All he knew was he wanted to make this male pay dearly. How dare he treat him like this! Taunt him and touch him! Sick bastard, fuck where was everyone when you needed them the most? The task force and that stupid girl Misa. Was he just going to die like this?! No..not in this way, never, he had to get out of here. He didn't know if it was the fact he knew if he wasn't away from this male that he was going to die or the fact he was scared of what this man was going to do to him next, but either way he began to panic. Light growled and shouted in anger as he jerked and squirmed in the chair. Pulling, tugging, jerking, trashing, doing anything he could to try and escape this guy, but all his efforts still came out as useless attempts. All he ended up with was more exhaustion along chafe wrists and ankles. Now panting and sweating as his chest heaved in and out.

Fighting and messing with Kira's mind was entertaining in its own repulsive way. BB found absolute pleasure in taunting his victims, and though he hadn't tried spending quality time with his previous ones, Kira, the supposed god of the new world, was too big of a prize to let by. The more Light thrashed, the darker BB's crimson eyes turned, until he was slowly climbing on top of the other's lap, reclining comfortably across it. It was so convenient that the other man was strapped down properly to the chair, too. Squirming would only result in him hurting himself from the coarse metal bands, and BB only chuckled at the sight as Kira's limbs reddened from the willing abuse. "You of all people shouldn't be criticizing someone of your own kind like that." he lectured with an egotistical grin, looking unfazed by all the insults that were thrown at him. He was accustomed to being called a freak, just because he was really abnormal. He was a serial killer, after all- an insane bloodthirsty one at that. "Shhh ..." he whispered, placing his stern hands on the other's shoulders. Then, as Light continued to babble and cause him to feel irritated, he slapped him across the face with as much force as he could muster, still smiling sickly in self-amusement, "I just told you to shut up. Maybe I should carve out that tongue of yours, because as far as I know, Kira, you're much more sinful and disgraceful than I am." It was true. Kira probably killed millions of people by now, so the weight of his sin was undoubtedly heavier than his. And here he was, the murderer himself calling BB a twisted freak. He grinned in pure excitement as Light continued to uselessly thrash, causing his chest to glisten attractively with new blood and sweat. "You're making yourself look so much more appealing, you know." he grinned, running his fingertips over the 'K' carved at his chest. Man, how could BB pass up an irresistible offer ? Killing him would be fun, but toying with his probably virgin body would also prove to be exciting. "I'll make a deal with you, Raito-kun." he whispered, lying through his teeth. But his eyes were zoned out, looking anything but deceiving as he reasoned with the other man in return for his freedom. "I'll let you live under one condition- ..." he smirked, running his blood-coated lips over the other man's jawline. "Cooperate. Don't make me slice your dick off- which I could very easily and without the slightest ounce of guilt." he cheerfully chimed, "As you would without blinking, too." His eyes burned a bright red, then died down as he inched his lips over the other's, hungrily digging his fingernails into his shoulders as he dug into the other's mouth. Then, he withdrew from the kiss with a pant, chuckling almost insanely, "Show me how it feels like to be fucked by and fuck a god."

The more B touched him the more angry and yet scared he got. He wanted to shout more insults at the male but after those threats he had thought it would be better to just remain quiet unless asked to talk. God he hated this, looking so weak, unable to do anything while this male does what he wants. If only he was released..Light's face cringed up in disgust and he clenched his hands into fists but dared not to say a word. After all he still had the knife in his hand and Light knew he would cut off piece of his body if he had to. Light's face turned slightly confused as he looked at B when he heard something about deal. Then without warning however, the male hauled off and forced his lips onto his. Light gave a muffled scream of anger and tried to reach at him but was stopped by the metal binds. When B finally released him he coughed, gagged and spit as if it was the most disgusting thing on the planet, and it his eyes it was. He looked to the male with narrowed eyes. "That deal is out of the question. I don't know for certain if your not lying to me..And I already said I'd rather die then to do that.." He kept his voice low so as to not anger B and cause his tongue to be cut out. He wanted so bad to say more, to throw more insults because of B's sick intentions for him but kept those thoughts in his head.

Before Afghanistan, Tony Stark had always thought of himself as a Patriot; his years of toying with weapons of relatively minor destruction had never bothered him one iota. Tinkering with explosives, building better bombs, better rockets, better jets and new tanks had all just been part of what he had thought was an honourable goal. It had never occurred to him that his lifelong career of building weaponry for the American people to protect their country with - he'd never once thought that - - well, before, he'd always slept. And damn well. Not so much anymore. After he'd been struck by the shrapnel from one of his own rockets, and after he'd been put through hours of invasive, horrifying surgery, and after they'd hooked him up to a car battery to save his life only to torture him and nearly end it later, and after he'd seen the massive storage they'd had of Stark Industry weapons - he'd realized that he had supplied the enemy with a means to kill the people he was trying to protect. And after the sweat, and the blood, and the anger, and watching as Yinsin - the man who had kept him alive - died an agonizing death in front of him, he'd realized that he'd had it all wrong. He was the enemy. It was Stark Industries, it was all of the munition and arms dealers, all the people who had built lives around finding new ways to kill eachother, new ways to torture and mutilate and horrify eachother, to force others to submit or be terrorized. It was Stark Industries that had a hand in killing Yinsen's family and destroying his village, and countless others before it, and it had been his lack of focus, his innattentiveness that had allowed Obidiah the opportunity to work behind his back, to sell to people who wanted the weapons solely for the purpose of killing, not to defend anything. But he wasn't even sure there was a difference anymore. So he'd done the only thing he could think of, and he'd shut down the weapons factory of Stark Industries, and he'd turned his attention to other aspects of the business: renewable energy and medical technology. After his time in Afghanistan, Tony had changed - he refused to think of it in terms of 'soul-searching' or a 'life lesson'. He'd just - changed. Of course, this was the sort of change that he couldn't come back from, not with a miniature arc reactor buried in his chest. He still never went to the award shows that were held in his honour, which was no real change, but he'd even stopped attending the parties, stopped showing his face at casinos, he'd even stopped bringing women home with him - after all, it was difficult to explain why his chest was capable of lighting up the room. He was a freak now. And, presently, a very drunk freak. After Obidiah had left the picture, and he'd stopped producing weapons, Tony had found he would lay awake at night; some nights he would think about how he could improve medical technology, and other nights he could only think about all the people he had killed with his ignorance. How many innocent people had died because of Stark Industries? How many people would he have killed in the future if he'd kept the war machine rolling? And some nights, when he was lucid enough, he would think about Pepper. He wasn't sure why, but he told himself it was guilt, the knowledge that, if Obidiah had it his way, she would be dead. In fact, if Obidiah had it his way, he would have killed Pepper right in front of him, because he knew what it would have done. She could have died, and it would have been because of him - because she had tried to help him. Because he'd convinced her not to leave him. Not that Pepper waswithhim, exactly, but - he'd never been without her, not since he could remember. That night, he had laid in bed for hours, unable to sleep, scratching irritably at the metal piping that fit closely to the skin on his chest; when the clock hit the very early hours, he rose and went to his workshop where he stayed well into the morning. Bare foot and dressed in loose slacks and a gray t-shirt, Tony's hands were strong and sure even while the whiskey made the rest of him unsteady.

Pepper Potts was a woman of many talents. She was intelligent and articulate, she could answer calls and e-mails practically at the speed of light, her personal appearance was never short of impeccable, and she had the unique ability of being able to call Tony Stark on his bullshit. As patient and level-headed as she was, even Pepper got a little frustrated and stressed at times. She had been dealing with the overwhelming amount of press they had been bombarded with since Tony outed himself as Ironman, and all the added publicity, on top of everything else she was responsible for, was really starting to wear on her. Like Tony, she barely slept, and when she did, it wasn't restful. She usually spent her nights tossing and turning, then getting out of bed and answering e-mails in the dark downstairs, falling asleep on the couch around four, and waking up like clockwork at seven. It had been even worse when Tony was gone there wasn't a night when she didn't dream of every possible horrifying situation he could have been in. She would wake up shaken and alone. Pepper hadn't been lying when she admitted that Tony was all she had. The only people who could be called her 'friends' were Rhodes and some of her associates. She didn't have a boyfriend God, she hadn't even been on a date in five years. Men didn't jump at the opportunity to date a woman who was so involved with Tony Stark, infamous billionaire womanizer. But Tony returned to her, changed but the same all at once, willing to risk his life for hers. She'd never forget that night, him screaming at her to blow the reactor and stop Obidiah even though it might take his own life. She'd thought he was dead, then, too but again, he returned to her. Tony Stark was becoming a lot more reliable. Well. In some ways. She still couldn't get him to attend the balls or galas or fund raisers that were held in his honor, or organized for some of his charities. But perhaps it was best to keep a rather low profile if that was possible for Tony Stark because Pepper would rather not deal with even more PR, and it seemed that now that Tony had revealed himself as a 'superhero' there were audacious rumors of a romance between he and his long-time assistant. People would stop at nothing for a story, would they? There was quite clearly nothing but platonic affection between them (at least thats what Pepper told herself and others), but still. Soon they might start making up a nickname for them, a laBrangelina. Pepperoni.Oh, good God... Good morning, Miss Potts, Jarvis greeted her as she walked into the kitchen. Operating on three hours of sleep, Pepper was startled by the cool mechanical voice. Good morning Jarvis, she recovered quickly. Mr. Stark is in his workshop, Jarvis informed her, as always. Indeed, Pepper said absentmindedly as she thumbed through the mail. Funny, how Ironman still got mail like everybody else. Oh, and he's drunk, Jarvis added. Pepper sighed, setting the mail on the counter to be accounted for later. Fabulous. Miss Potts, it is my suggestion that you check on him, Jarvis said. I believe he's made several advances toward the suit already, but tripped and relented each time. But he may just make it next time. That would be the last thing we need, Pepper muttered, imagining an intoxicated Tony Stark, with only half the suit on and a bottle in hand, trying to take flight and landing on the expressway, or worse, in the ocean. Pepper, caught between amusement and anxiety at the imagery, grabbed a bottled water from the fridge (the fancy, expensive type that was supposed to be Brazilian rainwater, or something) and walked toward the spiral staircase that led to Tony's sanctuary. Put the coffee on, please, thank you Jarvis, she said as she descended the staircase, black Prada heels clicking. Pepper stopped in front of the glass door she could see Tony from here, stooped over and tinkering with some device, and nowhere near the dangerous Ironman suit, thank god. She smoothed the front of her black pencil skirt, which was paired with a matching blazer and cream blouse. As always, her planner and her Blackberry were tucked under her arm. Her ginger hair was down, in soft curls. Professional, yet feminine. Pepper liked to think she had perfected the look. Without further ado, Pepper typed in her password and opened the workshop door. Good morning, Mr. Stark, she said as she approached him. She could already tell that he was wasted. It was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. It gave Pepper a secret, rather sadistic thrill knowing that Tony could hardly function without her. It felt good to be needed, and the truth was, she needed Tony just as much. She stopped at his side and set the water bottle on his table. You might want to drink this. Can I get you anything to eat? Pepper didn't really wait for an answer before pulling out the planner and opening it, thus beginning her daily debriefing. Perhaps drunk Tony would be easier to reason with or coerce. Probably not. You've been approached by MTV with another reality show deal... again, I politely declined on your behalf, she said. She could see it now: 16 beautiful ladies fight for Ironman's heart but only one will be his Wonder Woman. Pepper almost gagged. The benefit you promised to attend for the Vivienne Lehr Foundation is Tuesday night two days from now. Its for children with leukemia, so showing up sober might be a good idea, but thats only my suggestion, Pepper said with a hint of a smile. Oh, andBruce Wayne'speople called to invite you to a fund raiser he's hosting in Gotham City. Apparently, somebody blew up a hospital... I told them you would get in touch, but that you most likely had other priorities, in which case you would still love to make a donation, Pepper told him, aware that the drunken man probably wasn't going to retain any of this, but at least she could say that he had told him when he tried to come up with an excuse not to go to the benefit in two days. A little fresh air might do him good, anyway. Pepper still didn't like the thought of Tony practically living in his workshop, and when he wasn't, fighting terrorists as Ironman.

Tony eyed the bottle of water as though it might explode, though this may have just been because he was having trouble focusing on anything specific; he never did the shopping and as far as he was concerned there was no excuse for putting a fancy label on something he could get directly out of the tap in his kitchen. His eyes shifted up to Pepper then when he realized she was talking, and he was at once struck by the sight of her, and by the fact she was hurling so much information at him that it made his head spin. For a guy who could remember countless mathematical equations and chemical structures, Tony had a terrible time remembering anything regarding social matters - most of the time it seemed that it went in one ear, hung around for all of ten seconds, and then went right out the other. "Wow," Tony said finally, "That was, uh," It was pretty clear that he was clueless as to what she had just said, and the way he was leaning on the table for support indicated that he was still very, very drunk. "You look nice." he said finally, trying a different tactic to try and deflect the attention from his clear state of inebriation, and he was silent for a long moment, closing his eyes, his brain struggling to backtrack, "Wait, Gotham? Aren't they - weren't they, uh, having some sort ofclown problem?" Very occasionally the ridiculousness of his own life struck him as funny, but Batman's was even funnier to him; Gotham was littered with the most outlandish criminals, the most recent of which was a guy who dressed as a clown and cut people's faces - it made him wonder what would happen next in Gotham city. He'd never gone there before. Not as Ironman, anyways - maybe it was something to think about; maybe he could clear out some of the criminals that Batman's particularmoralswouldn't let him touch. After all, Ironman didn't have an issue with shooting bad guys, in fact, he was pretty eager to do so - it was so nice and efficient. For Batman, the rule was never to sacrifice ethics to stop someone, for Ironman, it was to stop the bad guy with any means neccessary; they had similar goals, but Tony's meant he would always come out of it in one piece.

Thanks, Pepper said with a roll of her eyes. Of course You look nice would be Tonys only response to everything shed said. He wasnt exactly in a state to hold a proper conversation. That didnt stop him from inquiring about Gotham, though. Thats what I hear, she replied. Actually, thats what everyone hears. You obviously make no use of the T.V. you keep down here. Or did you accidentally destroy it? She craned her neck and peered across the room, but the television was in its usual place. Their clown problem is the reason Bruce Wayne is hosting the charity. A psychotic clown blew up Gotham General. She grimaced. What was the world coming to? Here she was, discussing mass-murdering circus freaks that rigged hospitals for fun. It didnt help that the person she was talking to was Ironman. For all its rich, shallow and over-tanned residents, at the moment, Malibu seemed like a haven compared to Gotham. Malibu didnt have any murderous clowns running around, or any...supervillains in general. Not that Pepper knew of, anyway. Pepper closed her planner, and set it, along with her Blackberry, on the table temporarily. Then she grabbed the bottled water, twisted the cap open for him, and set it back down with a pointed stare the sort of look that was uniquely Pepper and saidYoure an idiot, without her actually having to say it. Hewas an idiot, though. For being drunk at eight in the morning, among other things. Youre an idiot, Pepper said, figuring that she might as well. Have you eaten anything at all? Or are you drinking on an empty stomach? She could probably guess the answer to that one. What do you do down here? She paused, then clarified: What could you possibly get done when youre this drunk? Pepper glanced at the table, with all its random mechanisms, the light, the magnifier, the tools, and had to admit to herself that he was obviously gettingsomething done whatever that was. She didnt retract her question, though. Instead, she placed her hand on Tonys back, an awkward (it didnt matter how long theyd known each other, it was always a little) yet genuine peace offering. It was intended to be comforting. He was an idiot sometimes, yeah, and occasionally he was wasted at eight a.m., sure, but who wasnt? (Well, the idiot part, not the drunk part.) Pepper took the good with the bad and everything with a grain of salt. I wish you wouldnt drink so much, she said quietly, sincerely. To avoid an uncomfortable, tender moment, Pepper recovered by adding, I mean, theres got to be some weird little kid out there who looks up to you. What are you teaching him? That little half-smile was back as she looked down at Tony, her hand still on his back. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, and maybe because of that, couldnt bring herself to lift her hand. Just say no to drugs, Tony. Maybe Ironman should become the mascot forD.A.R.E.

It had taken Remus weeks to work on his old school friend. Starly Draige, a girl that had hung out with the guys. Been one of them nearly, and had been in on a lot of the things they had done. No she wasn't a marauder, but she damn well knew how to keep a secret. Amongst the group her nickname was Dragon, a play on her last name. Draige being Celtic for Dragon. The girl really was a lot like the dragons the boys had grown up learning about. It had taken weeks, to work on her and get her to come over and see Sirius again. Remus knew, he had watched her when she was in school. The reason she never put her heart into the dates they set her up on, was because she cared about Sirius. She saw a side of Sirius that most other females didn't. Of course she hung out with them more then other's did. Remus had gotten everything ready, he said she should come over to relax and think about old times. Really they where going to get the woman laid finally. She was in her thirties now, and she had avoided sex of any kind. Meaning that Sirius and himself needed to help her. Everyone else was out of the house for the day, and there really wasn't many around. Sirius' mother had been silenced, and Starly was to arrive soon. He had been conversing over letters, and since she was a Hit Witch... people knowing what she looked like was usually a bad idea. But she was arriving, and Dumbledore said it was a good idea. She was in the New Order, anyways. There was a faint knocking on the door, and the man approached the door, opening it to a site that was wonderful for sore eyes. Starly had decided to dress nice, since she was seeing her old friends. Now well into her thirties, she had matured well. Becoming a rather attractively androgynous sort of woman. Her eyes where still the same bright blue that her friends would remember. The kind of icy blue that shocked you when you first saw it. Her hair was slightly grown out. Being mostly brown, but with blond tippings. It was messy as hell, messier then even James had let his hair get. She had grown as well, going from five nothing to five six. Standing tall and with a figure that most of the girls had to train hard for. But that came from all the qudditch she had played in school. She was clan in black slacks, and a black t-shirt. Wearing a muggle device called a trench coat. She loved muggle clothing, but then her father was a muggle. Her wand was holstered in her sleeve, ready at a flick to fight. She stepped into the house, and followed Remus. Trusting her old friend to guide her well. Once they reached the room she crashed down unto the bed and sat crosslegged. Having kicked her boots to the floor. "So this is Sirius' old room?"

Sirius had been rather aprehensive of Starly's visit, and had spent the day pacing around most of the house. It was probably fortunate that Remus had insisted on going to meet her alone....Sirius likely would've made some big scene in public no matter how much he tried to restrain himself....this girl was something special after all. She'd been one of them, one of their closest friends....looking back she was a damnsight better than that bastard Petigrew had been....Starly should've been the fourth Marauder, not Peter, perhaps then things would be better today....but no....Sirius had been one of the ones to voice the opinion that the marauders were a men only group...they were just kids after all, and besides, the map even showed the routes in the girls changing and dorm rooms, and they couldn't have the girls finding out about those now could they? Even if it was Starly. With a sigh Sirius just shook his head, looking up as he heard people entering the house. He was in the kitchen, and Remus had led her straight upstairs, towards Sirius' old room. Boy, the guy really was putting the little plan into action quickly....he'd expected perhaps a little more small talk or something before they even went upstairs. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, shaking his head and pouring out a few drinks, then turned to head upstairs, hearing Starly speak up from down the hall. "Old room? I'll have you know it's still my room" He stepped into the room and grinned slightly to her, moving over to hand both Starly and Remus their drinks, something nicely alcoholic. It would help things be more relaxed, and help what Sirius and Remus had planned go a little easier. "So then little Starly" Sirius had always called her small due to her being so much shorter. Even now he was still the taller one, clearly happy that irony hadn't left her the waller one. "How've you been all this time?"

Starly bit her lip faintly as she watched Remus. There was something up about the guy, just by his actions. She became wary for a moment, and shifted a little to uncross her legs. Her body slowly accustoming itself to being around the guys again. Her legs shifted apart more, as she let her arms rest against the bed more. Leaning back and arching up her back quite well. It was quite obvious that little Starly had grown up and out, quite well. She smirked faintly as Sirius entered. Her heart about to break almost. Older, but still as attractive as had been in school. More then that, he still reminded her of so many things. So many things she might want to forget more then anything. Damn games they had played as children. Sirius had been her First Kiss, and he had been the first guy she saw naked. That had been complete accident, and he had freaked out more then her. She had come busting upstairs to tell all of them about how one of her personal pranks had gone off... found Sirius naked... In bed with Remus. THAT, was something she would take to the grave with her. Both had been so frightened she would tell someone. "Good... Life's been boring..." She whispered softly. Remus winced faintly as she shifted herself. Man she was making herself more then comfortable, and he watched as she took the drink and began sipping. He hoped Sirius remembered to make it something bloody strong, that girl drank like a fish. It took two bottles of firewhiskey to get hertipsy. Usually he wasn't one to be overly attracted to women, but when she shifted herself he felt a rush go through him. Truth be told, all of the guys at one point and time had discussed how to help her. When James had been alive. Peter had a crush on her like no tomorrow, and she had smashed Peter's heart like there was no tomorrow. She had always said she didn't like him, and even to his face. A weak smile passed over his features as he watched the female drinking. Already she was like one of the guys again. He looked towards Sirius, and arched a brow a moment. It was obvious she hadn't dated, just simply because of how she was acting with them. Like nothing had ever happened, at least she wished nothing had.

"Boring hm? Oh come on, I thought your line of work would always be interesting. That's what you said at school wasn't it? That you'd never ever be bored when you did finally get a job?" Sirius smirked slightly, raising his glass to her and then taking a sip. He'd made sure to give Starly a drink slightly different to the other two. Hers had been laced with a potion to increase the potency of the alcohol, though to her that would probably just make it as effective as normal alcohol on anyone else. Still, it would at least help level the playing field. He couldn't help looking her up and down as she moved slowly, admiring her form....one thing Starly had always been was sexy. Perhaps she didn't have the biggest chest or the longest legs....but what she did have was in practically perfect proportion to the rest of her body....though flat-chested was something nobody could use to describe her, that much at least was obvious. "So then Starly, from what little Remmie over here tells me, you still haven't found yourself a boyfriend. Been scaring them all away with your nasty glare?" He chuckled and went to sit down right beside her, putting his free arm around her shoulders, much as he had back when they were in school. "Y'know you're seriously missing out. Now come on, there's got to besomereason you seem to turn down every man that comes onto you. And you can't tell me that seeing me and Remus back in school wasthatmentally scarring"

Starly slowly drank her drink, eyes watching the two males. She rolled her eyes at Sirius' comment and stuck her tongue out. There was a flash a metal, Ooohhh tongue ring! She smiled faintly and just shook her head as she rolled her shoulders back. "I Saidlifesbeen boring. I missed you guys... " She whispered softly and weakly, did her voice quiver there for a moment. A soft and shimmering shake of the tone, that would have probably been missed with anyone else, but these where her friends... they would know. She bit her lip as Sirius wrapped his arm around her shoulder and began asking her questions about her personal life. Maybe it was the time, maybe it was the liquor, but her tongue seemed looser. She sighed softly as she slumped down a little bit. The bitter laughter slowly leaving her lips. "Never noticed, never will..." She said softly as she sighed and just tilted her head back. What was in this drink, she was actually feelingreallygood! Remus watched her with questioning eyes. He knew the females actions, knew how to read his friend like a book. But whatever it was that was bother- ah that had to be it. She really had missed them, and the thought of James and Lily had probably worked the tears on the female. She never cried, not even in front of all the guys. No she had never cried, and all of them had at one point or another. A Lily and James Funeral, she had stood there like a pillar of emptiness. He had watched her from the sidelines, as she rolled her shoulders back and had just stared into empty space. It was like a part of her died at that event, and that part curled up into a ball and hammered itself to death when Sirius ended up in Azkaban. But that wasn't now, that was the past. He watched the way the female was now, the words she whispered. He almost wanted to choke on his drink. Bloodyhell! She was still deeply in love with Sirius! That caused a chill to work down his spine. What was it really? He couldn't tell. But all he knew was, is that she was hurting and he wanted to help her. She was his friend, part of what little pack he had left. "Dragon, love..."He said softly as he sat down with her and Sirius. Pulling her against himself a little and running a hand back through her hair. That was enough to cause the woman to collapse. Shoulders shaking in pain as she buried her face in his shirt. Still yet there were no tears, only empty shaking.

Sirius blinked slightly as he watched Starly seem to half break down, though she didn't seem to be crying. Still, this was certainly a start....a start to the healing process. He slowly reached out, squeezing her shoulder and rubbing it, shuffling closer and almost snuggling into her side softly. "Come on Star....you can let it out....you can let it all out with us. It's about time you stopped holding everything back....you can't hold it in forever" He leaned over a little more and smiled, gently slipping his arm around her shoulders as she leaned against Remus. "You're with us now....we'll take care of you Star....you know we'll take wonderful care of you...." Sirius rubbed her shoulders once again, though this time it was a little more....sensual. It seemed that now really was the perfect time for the boys little plan to be put into action....Starly needed this badly....she needed to know that there were people who really cared for her, that really did want her around, that didn't want her to be alone anymore. "You can stay here with us for as long as you want Starly..." Sirius reached his free hand up to gently stroke her head, running his fingers through her her, playing with it slowly. "We'll make sure you're alright....we'll make sure you get what you want....that you get what you need...." He had been leaning gradually closer as he was speaking, the last sentance being whispered softly into her ear, Sirius now gently pressing against her side, his face only now inches from hers.