Kira Arisen (Death Note Alternate End)

Q

I gasped awake, my eyes dilated to mere specs in my bluish grey eyes, surrounded by a permanent red tinge.
As if to mock me, I felt my arm burst with pain as I snapped my mouth and eyes closed, gripping my arm with surety in an attempt to stay silent. After what seemed several minuets, the pain lessened exponentially when I opened my eyes.
I saw the pizza on my nightstand, two slices next to a glass of water, and almost lunged for it.
But I restrained myself. Water had to be first. Two slices alone wouldn't satisfy me, I knew.
I gulped down the water at a decently relative pace, being careful not to choke myself or drink too quickly. I then stood, slowly, and quite shakily as I made my way to the bathroom nearby. I drank about two more full cups of the tap water, the pit in my stomach lessened enough to at least be satisfied with the two slices of pizza that sat on the nightstand.
I closed the door to the bathroom, right when I saw a hooded figure in front of my window. My eyes did widen, but I knew screaming would be pointless: if this person wanted to kill me, he already would have, in my sleep. So he was at least neutral in standing.
"This pizza is mine." I say, half rolling my eyes as I step to the nightstand and pick up the first slice with my good arm, "I'm sure there is more, if you really want some-"
Quickly, but enough for my eyes to follow, a blade shot out and, with a metallic thunk, slammed itself into my nightstand.
"I came with business." The figure says. His voice was distorted, telling me that he had some sort of portable voice cover, "You have been asleep for many hours, and your friends are fast asleep too." The figure seems to shift, as if musing, "I need them awake. They all need to hear this."
"What are you trying to say-" I began to question the quick speaking figure before me, but just as soon as the words left my lips, the shadow dashed towards me, and, careful of my reflex, flipped a knife onto my palm.
The figure dug the point into the bare skin of my left palm, and I let lose a scream before I could think any better of it.
Shouting a curse, I kicked the attacker's feet out from under him, but he landed with his hands out behind him. Using the momentum as a springboard, he launched himself back up, landing on the bed behind me.
His front flip was absolutely flawless.
"What the heck is going on in here, man?!" Prespice slammed open the door, glancing quickly from the hooded figure to me, "Who is this?!" He narrowed his eyes.
Rook was behind him, her hair clearly disheveled. She must have fallen asleep at some point.
"I'd like to know as much as you two, let that be known..." I gave a hostile glance to my visitor as I rubbed my palm. He didn't pierce skin, just pressured the nerve, which is exactly what he wanted to do.
The figure stood silent for a moment, before hopping suddenly, landing on the bed and bouncing until he stilled. His legs were quaintly crossed, as if this figure was a child.
"Too bad." He flipped off his black hood to reveal a grey, cloth face mask that covered most of his face, all except his eyes, which were shielded by sunglasses anyway. An odd but durable looking mouthpiece covered the anonymous' mouth, wrapping around it and going past his ears, obviously clicking together somewhere on the back of his head.
The grey cloth stopped at the figure's forehead, revealing the dangerously curly, black, and thick hair that lay matted atop his head.
"I am Q." He says, and a snicker from behind his mask tells me he is smirking, "I've taken inventory of all your items. Come on." He jumps off the bed, unflinchingly striding past Prespice, as I see his face grow increasingly more agitated. Rook looks almost totally exhausted, but I know I must look worse.
We all, or at least I don't, say a word as we all file out the door to follow Q.
I know little about Q. His alias changes, and even his gender is a mystery. Some say he is only pretending to be male, some say he is just homosexual, or possibly a transgendered symbol of anonymity.
The truth in all the lie, is that we know nearly absolutely nothing about Q. Qeslian, Qren, Quant, the list of names he has used just keeps going, and it seems he will never stop.
At least until Kira is caught maybe. Another secret hiding in plain sight perhaps?
It wouldn't surprise me if even Q was set up by L.
When we went into the living room, I saw that the table near the doorway was covered in items, placed side by side.
Even the pizza slices were out of the box, next to each other, as if placed in some sort of unknown order. The box was gone.
Rook's lock picking kit and it's contents were organized, as was the first aid kit that Rook used on me. In recoil, I saw Prespice check his pockets, followed by a groan in frustration. Three very small paintbrushes were next to each other on the table, perfectly straight.
As if the obsessive organization wasn't enough, Q began pulling out his weapons from his sleeves, coat, shirt, pockets, and I even saw him take out at least three knives from his shoes.
He placed them in order on the table.
"Now, that we are all settled." He turned off the lamp next to him, "Ah, that's better." The only light left on was the other dim lamp across the room.
"My apologies." He bowed slightly, revealing that he was obviously Japanese in culture, "I was sent here by William. When he heard of the prison escape, he sent me here to collect you." He rose from his bow, his face still a total mystery, "The other remaining children from Wammy's House have gathered in a safe house one district's distance from here, just south of this Kanto region."
I stared deeply into the black sunglasses of this anonymous figure. I knew Q was concealed to the point of obsession, but could this possibly be a trap? An agent of Kira sent here to impersonate Q to catch us?
I could tell Rook was thinking the same thing. Her arms were almost folded, and Prespice's eyes were skirting the floor in a focused stare.
"I believe what you are saying." I say easily.
"Oh?" Q's voice perks up despite its metallic overlay.
"Kira would not try to attack us directly. That's not how he worked, or ever will work." I folded my arms and closed my eyes, "Even though we have seen a role reversal: We were chasing Kira before, and figuratively, he is now chasing us." I looked up, "The fact that we escaped so easily from a prison meant for a genius, built by a genius, stands to reason that Kira wants a fight with the last of L's successors. The ones he doesn't have the names to. Most importantly...the only ones left alive that can and will outsmart him, if given the chance." I let my hands fall to my sides,
"Kira hasn't won yet until he has eliminated every potential threat. That's just how it is."
Q's voice hummed behind the mask, and a pen with obvious bite marks twirled in his fingers.
"Very good. You have earned one level of my trust." Twirling the pen once more, he sets it down as his other hand reaches behind his mouth mask and unclips it.
"And exactly how many trust level do you have?" Prespice sighs, his eyes still narrowed, but flaring up at Q.
"Twenty-six...most days." The mask falls down, clattering on the floor, "But sometimes, thirty or more." The voice that comes out of the pale lips of Q is young and seemingly genderless. I have a good ear, yet even I cannot differentiate wether Q is a male or female.
Q places the pen in his mouth without hesitation.
"I believe we should leave in the morning. Sleep in if you'd like. You most likely will need the rest." Q says as the pen bobs up and down in his mouth as he talks.
He leaves. To where my room was, no doubt. An extra couch was in there.
We stand in silence for some minuets before Prespice flops on the couch beside us.
"I'm officially whacked out by everything..." He says with some distress in his voice. I take a second glance at him. Is he finally showing signs of mental fatigue...?
"He organized my freaking pizza."
I shake my head. Nevermind.
Prespice, most likely unaware that he has taken the entire couch, is asleep and snoring within the next couple seconds. Rook and I glance up at the other, and she laughs, placing a hand to her lips as Prespice lets quite the vibrating snore lose.
"I didn't know he did that." Rook shakes her head, her blonde curls bouncing.
"Yes...someone that small shouldn't be able to snore that loudly." I feel myself smile. It feels awkward. Misplaced.
Rook laughs at my joke despite it's improbity.
"Your arm..." She says once Prespice's snores settle.
"It will be fine." I look to the wound. It's bandaged, covered, and should heal within the week. If I can just manage to not get hit there, it should heal readily.
I don't know why, but the silence stretches longer. It's so...perplexing.
I know everything about this woman, yet I can't think of one solid conversation starter, or even how to approach her. She knows nothing about me, yet she can't find the words to ask a question.
It confuses me.
"We should get some sleep." She says, and I nod. I look at the couch, to see Prespice is sprawled across it.
And by elimination, Q is on the couch in my room.
"You need the bed."
We said the sentence at the same time. Rook's face smiles somewhat out of embarrassment, and I hold my hands up.
"You really should have the bed..." I say.
"But you need it." Rook looks at me.
"I can sleep anywhere." I blink.
"Sleep, yes. Recover, no." She looks more insistent.
"That...I..." I shake my head, "Take the bed."
"You take the bed." She folds her arms.
I sigh. She needs sleep more than I do, narcoleptic or normality. I know she must be the one who hacked us out.
Because...if what Q says is true, then William was never captured. Like a good secret, he stayed hidden.
I give another glance to Rook, who shifts her feet, her stare still on me. Why do I feel condemned to take the bed now? She's insistent, I'll say that. A selfless trait from Watari, no doubt.
"Fine. But at least let me make you a sheet cot." I say, turning as I can feel her smile of satisfaction.
I walk into the room and widen my eyes. Rook enters behind me, stopping short.
Q is asleep in the bed.
I tighten my jaw, rolling my eyes at his indifference. Mastermind or not, common courtesy...is supposed to be common.
Rook looks at me. I narrow my eyes.
"You need the couch." We both say.

*Light Yagami*

The building made progress. The foundation was laid as the area around it was prepared for the erection of a place for worship and rule of Kira. Light looked out this window just as he did yesterday.
"Somewhere out there, my little toy figures of L are putting together a puzzle. I bet they aren't used to being chased." His finger traced down the glass, "They'll know my pain." He looks down, "Right, Orpheria?"
The girl sitting with her legs crossed below him looked up in adoration, her soft purple hair gently running down her back and across the floor below.
"Of course Kira." She says. Her green eyes glint in a cynical happiness, their innocence just barely fingering the hold, clinging to the only object of it's adoration: Kira.
"I'll make sure they do, just for you."
"I knew you'd say that." Light leans his head back in a stretch, his left hand going down gracefully, five pages in his hand. His fingers let them go, and his trust wafted along with them as they floated down, swaying and twirling in the air.
The pieces of the Death Note fell into Orpheria's little hands.

*Luke "Lucian" Sebastian*

Rook and I ended up sharing the couch.
Lucky for us, it extended into a very small bed. It was more convenient for me, due to my confinement...I never wanted to be in that crouched, cramped position ever again.
I found extra sheets in a small, almost unnoticeable closet. They were enough to cover the both of us, and I unfolded them out once Rook lied down, nearly unconscious already. The blanket fell over her, barely reaching her shoulders as her fingers numbly touched them, drawing them closer.
I sat down on the other side of the bed. There wasn't much space, and honestly, without Rook awake enough to protest, I could probably get away with sleeping on the floor.
I moved my half of the sheets onto Rook. I didn't sleep with sheets back in my room. In fact, I didn't even use my bed back in my room before. I normally slept up against the wall or sitting on the floor.
It was never my choice when I slept it seemed.
Still, lying down in itself felt surreal almost. I was flat on my back, noticing my wrists. Those scars would stay there, making permanent dark red rings around my wrists.
I guess it will serve as a reminder that he...is only toying with us at this point.
"But he won't toy for long..." I barely mumble, "He may have the world, but he's too smart and prideful to take on a lesser foe." I close my eyes, "He'll hold back the armies just to have a fair fight with us."
I sigh, but not so much out of anguish.
"And when that fight starts, I will be the one to murder Kira."

Suddenly, I feel an arm on my chest. I don't flinch, but simply stare at it for a moment.
I look to my right and see Rook. She rolled over obviously, apparent that she isn't a still sleeper. She is on her stomach, her other arm pillowing under her face, which is seen calmly amidst her hair.
Not knowing what to do, I continue to lay there. I close my eyes before I hear her mumble something.
I glance over. Still fast asleep.
I close my eyes again.
She rolled so suddenly that I didn't have time to really do anything about it.
My eyes widen when she is flat up against my side. Her arm over me, her head rests against my neck completely unaware as her hair is on my chest.
I sigh, placing a hand on her head and brushing her hair to the side,
"Rest well, Rebecca Watari..."