Spam? Never. [ Complete ] Who: Schuldig (themastermind) and Raito (deathbewithyou) What: A dreamy proposal. :| No, really. When: Er... Night. Where: Raito's head. Warnings: Disturbing concepts? An evil plot happening? Dream hopping Schuldig?
It wasn't startling, exactly - but it was somewhat of a 'hmph' moment for Raito, as he fell asleep and found himself in the Realm. The last week or so had been so full of investigations into the Hotel, learning to control his outright anger, getting his dignity back; cross-refrencing different people's experiences, memorizing faces and names and room numbers and actions - he just hadn't had the time to actually /dream./ It was always just... fall asleep, wake up, continue. Hadn't lasted long, but for someone who had grown used to doing most things behind a computer, it was just a tad bit taxing.
And he knew it was a dream. How could he not? It had been the same he'd always had when he fell asleep in his world since picking up the Death Note; and, really, a bit of disfiguring in his dreams was worth what Kira could do. Some people probably wouldn't think so, though; the Realm(at least, he supposed it was that, from Ryuuku's small hints) wasn't a nice place. A dusty wasteland of dying /everything,/ where even the rocks looked close to their death bed. Raito himself was sitting in the middle of it all, disinterestedly staring at the pieces of Note scattered around him(all saying Nate Riv--, repeatedly etched in blood, /his/ blood; it used to be pages of the Note with all different names, but now it was just repetitive) and wondering vaguely when he would wake up. Too bad the human body couldn't last long without sleep.
Because, really. The Realm was fine and dandy; but did whatever caused these dreams didn't stop there. His suit just had to be replaced with awkward banadges of leather and cloth that eeriely resembled Ryuuku's own work of art - and whatever deity thought it amusing that his hands be clawed and red, well, he wasn't going to exist on their plane when he died. Or, well, passed on. Whatever happened first. - And the worst part of the dream? The fact he was stuck standing in the middle of it all, his feet refusing to move and any other attempts just managing to wake him up with that strange sensation of falling.
if only the idiotic REM cycle would finish.
After he'd killed Alphonse and his nerves had started to calm a little bit - he was still full of memories of it, that wouldn't fade for some time, but he could focus completely again, think clearly without a sweet tinge and the image of the kid's brother invading his mind - he'd had an... idea, sparked by the conversations on Raito's journal page. He knew that this Yagami was up to no good - the lying to him had proved it, if nothing else, but everyone except that blonde from the same world seemed to think he was as innocent, as bland, as nothing as Light or Anshi. Knowledge was power, they said, and Schuldig loved power almost as much as he loved pain and death. The subtle nuances, the games you could play with it... the games he could play with Raito. A Kira without a note. You didn't need a silly notebook to kill, but maybe this Yagami hadn't quite figured that out yet - or maybe he just didn't like the idea of getting his hands quite that dirty. Either way, Schuldig could be useful to him...for a while.
His dream was interesting, in a psychological sense - but Schuldig hadn't come to psychoanalyze him or talk about his mother or any of that nonsense. He'd come to give him a little push towards the idea he wanted. When he moved in, he noticed with a slight smile that his hands seemed to be covered in blood, which hadn't exactly been his idea. A powerful thinker, this one - maybe all that elitism hadn't been a show. He picked up a piece of the note as he came up behind him, the blood from his hand smearing over it and obscuring the half-written name. "Yagami Raito," he said.
Raito straightened instantly from his dispassionate stance - and while he couldn't turn around, it was the only voice he'd heard for a week; easily recognizable with the mixed accent, too. "Schuldig. Now why would you be here?" His tone was musing, even though his 'mind'(as weird as it was to think of it like that, given that this was taking place /in/ his head) really was thinking. The red-haired man had been interesting, yes, and Kira had decided out of most of the residents, he wouldn't mind being around him quite as much; but the Realm never allowed anyone in. The last time that had happened was the only time Raito had killed and saw his victum die first-hand; but that didn't count. L had made a giant impact... The body-guard had not. Yagami narrowed his eyes, still facing away from Schuldig, though the Realm gave no answers - it was as dead and still as before. If he had to breath, he'd have had to worry about air circulization, but as was, it wasn't.
He moved closer behind him and draped an arm over Raito's shoulder, holding the smeared piece of paper in that hand in front of him, where the other man could see it. "I came to give you this," he said, looking at him rather than at the paper. "Don't you want it?" Oh yes, he was much sharper than Shuro... this game would be fun.
It was his dream - it was his own right to frown openly at the arm around his shoulders, even if he was stuck just trying to shrug it off with an annoyed look in his eyes - though once he caught glimpse of the paper, he went silent. Even doused in red, it was easy to see what it was. "I'd be a fool if I didn't," He finally replied lightly, not looking Schuldig in the eye. Funny, why was the man's hands bloody? "But I doubt you'd suddenly appear to give me that." His mind wouldn't be so cruel to insert a random person without reason, would it? -- Alright, yes it would be. But still.
"You'll have to take it if you want it." Schuldig crumpled the paper, soaking it completely in blood, and dropped it to the ground. "It's right there." And if he were smirking, could he really be blamed? He didn't move from his place behind Raito, arm still around him despite the other's obvious annoyance at it.
"Why would I take the one that's now useless?" If he was all for cliche actions, Raito would swear he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up; this Schuldig was taunting him. /Him./ Kira. That rage he'd spent a week burying - it had gotten out of control, earlier - threatened to come right back up, even if he couldn't do anything. A twitch of the hand, maybe, towards the bloody piece, but his eyes continued to stare at the ones with only one, half-finished name on them. As interesting as this was, he'd take the boredom any day.
He laughed softly, close to his ear. "You don't need a note to kill, Raito. The name is enough, don't you think? But are you going to take it, or not? I won't wait, you know." Yes, this one... so cold, so controlled, so angry. So like Abyssinian that it almost made him homesick.
Now Kira was openly scowling, leaning his head away from Schuldig, almost looking like he was trying to duck out of the way, even though his feet were practically glued to the rocky floor. "The Note or the kill?" An icy reply, but just barely. "And, fine, leave - I'll probably just forget this when I wake up." For some reason, he was half-hoping that would be the case. Predictablity, while boring, was at least something normal.
Taking his arm away from him finally, he took a few steps away - but stopped and picked up another scrap of Note. "Who deserves to die?" he asked, his back to Raito. "Him?" He traced the words on the paper with his finger, making the name stand out, bright red and bigger, then turned as if to offer it to him, though he stayed just out of reach.
Oh, Raito observed off-handedly. So that's what it takes to get a dam to break. Yagami found himself nearly snarling, twisting slightly so he could face Schuldig in his stand-still position, "Stop touching those. /What do you want?/" No, Kira was not happy at all. Nate River was his one failure - the one failure that ruined everything, and here this man was... Toying with him. Or something of the sort. Not even a mass-murderer's mind would be this mean.
He just laughed again at that, shaking his head. "I want what you want, Kira. I'm you - what else would I want?" Turning the Note back to himself, he finished the last two letters that had been left off of the name, smiling at the paper, then looked back up at Raito. "Use me."
Anger still making his words clipped, Raito took a brief moment to size up the image of Schuldig standing there, River's /disgusting/ name finally finished. The last sentance made the practical side of him wary; things didn't get offered with a price, especially something like that. And for it to be in a dream... Something was wrong. But what was it? He mentally wrote it off as having Schuldig refer to himself as Yagami - as /Kira./ "Use you?" Now he was stalling, he knew it, but it was something that had to be done. "Seems too easy. What could you get out of it? I doubt the real Schuldig would ever do something without favor in his direction." At least some rationality was back.
Schuldig shrugged, dropping the paper he held, though he didn't crumple this one, leaving the name intact. "I didn't say it would be easy - things never are. But he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does. Watch him close enough and he'll give you a way in eventually." He moved around behind Raito again, though he didn't touch him this time. "Or maybe he has already. Think about it."
Raito literately twitched into another straight-backed position, nearly growling at the fact he couldn't see the man once more. At least there was no arm, as small a comfort as that was. Hilarious - it seemed like he'd traded a no-touchy, yet-somehow-invades-personal-space creature for one that couldn't /go away./ "I will," Kira ground out, not missing a beat once he recovered, "But aren't the users supposed to ask the employees? This is horribly out of the normal." But what was normal, in dream-world? "You're not just a bodyguard, are you." A statement, not a question, but it was still a rather dawning observation.
"Watch him," he repeated, "If you play the game, you can win it without him even knowing." He loved a challenge, and this one seemed almost too perfect. There might be a trap in it, but if there was, well, he'd take that on too. A little more dificulty would just spice it up a little, right? Either way, he was committed - but he knew saying too much too soon would be dangerous, so he silently stepped backwards out of the dream, leaving Raito alone in his wasteland with the scraps of Note.