Death Note Fanfic: Pet
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shinyglorchanTitle: Pet
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): B, Near
Pairing(s): B/Near
Word Count: 866
Genre: Suspense/Horror
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: A fic request at my new meme. Based on the song Pet by A Perfect Circle, loosely. I was waiting to write B/Near~! B/EVERYONE! Kyahahaha! ...obviously going to have Another Note spoilers since, ya know, B. Hmm, I also didn't do my normal thing where B freaks out people by knowing their name. Guess I'll have to write more B/Near where he does! ^-^;;
Link: N/A
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Near shivered as B placed a blanket over him. B had broken out of jail; he had gotten a wonderful idea. If he could not beat L, make sure there would be no more L’s. Near was the best Whammy’s had to offer when B had gotten the idea in his head, unfortunately for Near.
B was amused. Near looked small and fragile, but he was not showing any fear. On the contrary, Near’s eyes were dark and cold and calculating, and it sent a pleasant shiver down B’s spine. “Would you like some strawberry jam, little Near?” B asked in a fake saccharine tone, holding out the jar to Near.
“No thank you, Beyond Birthday. I do not take food from crazed kidnappers or murderers,” Near said calmly as he twirled a bit of hair.
B frowned deeply and scooped up some jam to put in his mouth. “That’s very rude. Has L taught you my name but no manners?” B chided.
“I’ve never met L, so he hasn’t taught me anything,” Near said quietly as he pulled one knee to his stomach, fiddling with the blanket with the hand that was not twirling his hair.
B licked off some jam off his fingers thoughtfully. “Hmm, so he’s never met you? Does that mean he won’t save you, Near?” B asked with a tilt of his head.
“Most likely not,” Near answered, “but why would I need him to? I’m quite confident I can outsmart you myself.”
B snarled. “You are nothing compared to me, N. I’m B; B comes before N!”
B closed in on Near’s face, keeping their faces only inches apart. “You can outsmart me, can you? Go back to sleep; you’re obviously dreaming,” B said, baring his teeth that had bits of jam that looked like blood. “But if you want to stay awake, I can take advantage of your weak spot.”
Near moved back, hitting a wall. He had not moved back intentionally; B just inspired such reactions from his victims. B moved forward, inches away from Near; he could see the strange blood red irises of B’s eyes and smell the strawberry jam on his breath. Near still kept his stoic mask upon his face, but his body was not obeying him anymore, clearly betraying the fear that was growing the pit of his stomach.
“You know what your weak point is right now?” B asked. “You may think you know how to deal with me, but you have no idea what I’ll do, and that singular thought frightens you.”
Near tried to even out his breathing, but he felt panic wash over him. B started to laugh. “Kyahahaha... I was right; poor Near is frightened,” B said with glee. “How about I put a part of your mind at ease? You won’t die anytime soon; your death is a long way in coming, lucky you.”
Near’s brows furrowed at the comment. It felt as if B knew when he would die, but that would not be possible unless B was going to kill him himself. Strangely, the guarantee on his life had slightly put Near’s racing mind at ease. At least until B’s lips had found his. Near’s mind was racing again and so was heart. He had no clue what to do in this situation. B was right; Near was frightened. How was he to know B would use such tactics? The percentages were so low, Near hardly considered that B might...
B pulled away, leaving Near breathless. “Don’t worry. That kiss was the test. You passed with flying colors. Just what I expected,” B said before he licked his lips. “You thought that the percentages were so low that you put that scenario out of your mind. Tsk tsk, you’ll never become L at this rate.”
Near’s stoic face was back, B chuckled. “I’m not going to rape you. Just go back to sleep. I’ll protect you from the boogeyman, and you’ll be back in your bed with all your toys and puzzles,” B said with a sort of strange look in his eyes. “Although, can you really trust a crazed kidnapper slash murderer?”
B began to laugh again, loudly and maniacally. Near shut his eyes tightly and attempted to sleep. Maybe B was telling the truth, and he could be back at the orphanage by morning. Near doubted it, but there was really nothing he could do now but sleep. He feel into a fitful sleep with B’s cackling as white noise in the background of his dreamscape.
The next morning, Near found himself safe in his bed as if nothing had happened. Near searched around and found no proof of his kidnapping except for the red strawberry jam stain on his white pajamas, a red handprint on his shoulder from where B has held him down to kiss him. Near shuddered involuntarily as he curled into a tight ball, bringing his blankets closer to him. Perhaps, if he slept again, it would really all be a dream.
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): B, Near
Pairing(s): B/Near
Word Count: 866
Genre: Suspense/Horror
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: A fic request at my new meme. Based on the song Pet by A Perfect Circle, loosely. I was waiting to write B/Near~! B/EVERYONE! Kyahahaha! ...obviously going to have Another Note spoilers since, ya know, B. Hmm, I also didn't do my normal thing where B freaks out people by knowing their name. Guess I'll have to write more B/Near where he does! ^-^;;
Link: N/A
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Near shivered as B placed a blanket over him. B had broken out of jail; he had gotten a wonderful idea. If he could not beat L, make sure there would be no more L’s. Near was the best Whammy’s had to offer when B had gotten the idea in his head, unfortunately for Near.
B was amused. Near looked small and fragile, but he was not showing any fear. On the contrary, Near’s eyes were dark and cold and calculating, and it sent a pleasant shiver down B’s spine. “Would you like some strawberry jam, little Near?” B asked in a fake saccharine tone, holding out the jar to Near.
“No thank you, Beyond Birthday. I do not take food from crazed kidnappers or murderers,” Near said calmly as he twirled a bit of hair.
B frowned deeply and scooped up some jam to put in his mouth. “That’s very rude. Has L taught you my name but no manners?” B chided.
“I’ve never met L, so he hasn’t taught me anything,” Near said quietly as he pulled one knee to his stomach, fiddling with the blanket with the hand that was not twirling his hair.
B licked off some jam off his fingers thoughtfully. “Hmm, so he’s never met you? Does that mean he won’t save you, Near?” B asked with a tilt of his head.
“Most likely not,” Near answered, “but why would I need him to? I’m quite confident I can outsmart you myself.”
B snarled. “You are nothing compared to me, N. I’m B; B comes before N!”
B closed in on Near’s face, keeping their faces only inches apart. “You can outsmart me, can you? Go back to sleep; you’re obviously dreaming,” B said, baring his teeth that had bits of jam that looked like blood. “But if you want to stay awake, I can take advantage of your weak spot.”
Near moved back, hitting a wall. He had not moved back intentionally; B just inspired such reactions from his victims. B moved forward, inches away from Near; he could see the strange blood red irises of B’s eyes and smell the strawberry jam on his breath. Near still kept his stoic mask upon his face, but his body was not obeying him anymore, clearly betraying the fear that was growing the pit of his stomach.
“You know what your weak point is right now?” B asked. “You may think you know how to deal with me, but you have no idea what I’ll do, and that singular thought frightens you.”
Near tried to even out his breathing, but he felt panic wash over him. B started to laugh. “Kyahahaha... I was right; poor Near is frightened,” B said with glee. “How about I put a part of your mind at ease? You won’t die anytime soon; your death is a long way in coming, lucky you.”
Near’s brows furrowed at the comment. It felt as if B knew when he would die, but that would not be possible unless B was going to kill him himself. Strangely, the guarantee on his life had slightly put Near’s racing mind at ease. At least until B’s lips had found his. Near’s mind was racing again and so was heart. He had no clue what to do in this situation. B was right; Near was frightened. How was he to know B would use such tactics? The percentages were so low, Near hardly considered that B might...
B pulled away, leaving Near breathless. “Don’t worry. That kiss was the test. You passed with flying colors. Just what I expected,” B said before he licked his lips. “You thought that the percentages were so low that you put that scenario out of your mind. Tsk tsk, you’ll never become L at this rate.”
Near’s stoic face was back, B chuckled. “I’m not going to rape you. Just go back to sleep. I’ll protect you from the boogeyman, and you’ll be back in your bed with all your toys and puzzles,” B said with a sort of strange look in his eyes. “Although, can you really trust a crazed kidnapper slash murderer?”
B began to laugh again, loudly and maniacally. Near shut his eyes tightly and attempted to sleep. Maybe B was telling the truth, and he could be back at the orphanage by morning. Near doubted it, but there was really nothing he could do now but sleep. He feel into a fitful sleep with B’s cackling as white noise in the background of his dreamscape.
The next morning, Near found himself safe in his bed as if nothing had happened. Near searched around and found no proof of his kidnapping except for the red strawberry jam stain on his white pajamas, a red handprint on his shoulder from where B has held him down to kiss him. Near shuddered involuntarily as he curled into a tight ball, bringing his blankets closer to him. Perhaps, if he slept again, it would really all be a dream.
