Turner sat in the restaurant across from Leto staring at the menu. The drive over there had been silent they both were digesting the earlier conversion. Now they where sitting in a Chinese place several stories up and he was gazing out the window so he wouldn’t stare at Leto.
But that’s what he wanted to stare he knew this was utterly retarded but he kept playing what he had said over and over how had he known that and why… why had he kissed him? Why had he even taken him home? So many questions no answers and the man who knew the answers was chain smoking and not saying anything.
He no long felt sacred that Leto had somehow figured him out only even more fascinated with him then he had been before.
“Tell me how you knew about me.” Turner placed his elbows on the table leaning his chin on his fists. Leto smiled slightly as he gnawed on the filter. “Ok … I can ‘read’ a person profile them for lack of a better term, I could tell you’ve been abused mentally and sexually I could see the mark of neglect on you as well.” “Why I picked the sexual abuse to pick on was purely me trying to run you off from getting close to me being as most of us are the most touchy about that kind of abuse.”
Turner frowned decided to leave the topic of Leto trying to run him off for later right now he wanted to know how Leto had figured him out. He leaned in closer. “But I mean what do I do that …tells you this about me?”
Leto tipped his head to the side. “Well you move carefully most of the time like you’re sacred of anyone touching you if you don’t want them on you I saw you at the zoo you gave the crowds a lot of space more space then is normal most people can handle someone on the street brushing against them you can’t.” Turner nodded thoughtfully.
“Ok…still I don’t think I get it…” Leto sighed. “Everyone tells you something in everything they do even the words they use to talk…. Like when you asked me why I was telling you things about me this shows that you believe telling someone personal things takes trust and denotes you are walled.”
Turner frowned. “But me being walled doesn’t…” Leto cut in. “But putting together the fact that you have boundary issues such as when you ignored Craig’s signs of indifference to you sexually seeing only what you wanted to see that kind of stunted selfishness often comes from someone who was never taught to care about others.”
Turner frowned. “You think I’m stunted?” Leto shrugged. “I am too.”
“And it’s the way your stunted that tells me a lot how it comes out namely an obsession with a man who could never want you that way it’s a defense to really falling in love with someone who might make you happy.”
Turner squirmed in his seat. Leto smiled grimly. “The most telling thing is simply how sacred you are of being hurt by anything again you’re in too much pain deep pain to take any more blows but the lure of thinking you can love makes you feel good about yourself so you pretend.”
“I know this all because I am this way I see what I am in you I know where it comes from in me and why and therefore…” He shrugged again. “It’s almost second nature to me at this point figuring out why others are as they are.”
Turner winkled his brow deep in thought it was then the waiter came over to them. “I’m having orange chicken he’s having shrimp with lobster sauce.” The waiter nodded and left before Turner had a chance to even open his mouth.
He fumed as he sunk lower in his chair. “Well you know what you are?” “You’re a know it all motherfuckering control freak who orders for others at lunch!” Leto stared at Turner for a minute then snorted a laugh out.
“I am.” He stubbed out his cigarette and lit up another. “Very much a know it all and very much a control freak.” Turner raised an eyebrow. “You’re ok with that?” Leto traced a finger over the table cloth. “It’s not about being ok… it’s more… I know I am always going to be broken in some ways I can’t save my mind I can only learn how to better mange my damage.”
Leto popped a noodle into his mouth dripping with duck sauce. “Who I am now is after years and years of obsession years of learning myself maybe that’s another reason why I can see into others so easily.”
“How do most people react to… this thing you can do?” Turner asked sipping his coke. “They run away from me or drop their defenses utterly at least the first stage of their defenses they’re so pleased I know things they don’t tell anyone so happy I am like them and they can trust me to understand they roll over for me.”
“Does… anyone ask questions?” Leto shook his head. “Not really you’re the first to want to know what I am in this kind of depth.” Turner smirked a little. “Telling word choice… ‘what’ you are not ‘who’ you are.”
Leto shrugged. “I guess I do feel like a what not a who, but that is not really here or there.”
“So….” Leto’s deep blue eyes pinned Turner to his seat he stopped fidgeting and watched the other man closely. “Have you ever told anyone about it?” Turner nodded and twisted his lips into a small snarl.
“Normals…girls are the worst.” He sighed as he grabbed a fried noodle. Leto smirked as he closed his eyes behind his cloud of smoke. “It’s like they think you’re a puppy or something you tell a normal anything about your past and they squeal and sigh…” Leto cut in. “Yeah oh poor baaaby…” He sneered slightly. “And they say they understand you’re not like them that you need more understanding---“
Turner interrupted him. “But the minute you do something fucked up to them or someone they care about because well hello you’re fucked up…” Leto finished his sentence. “All the fake compassion melts like ice when hit with a flamethrower.” Turner sighed as he bit his lower lip.
“Yeah it’s just like that you do know how it is.” Leto sighed softly. “I do.” Turner’s voice went softer. “But it’s like you were born in a small cramped cold box, as you grew the box grew with you it was your home your snail shell your hiding place.” His eyes where far away as he spoke he didn’t even seem to notice when Leto reached out and covered his hand with his own.
“The box was your jail as much as anything else but you where used to it and that predictably comforted you because sometimes you’d get taken outside the box into a worse place where horrible things happened to you and the box was at least quiet there’s no yelling or pain in the box it simplely is.”
Turner was speaking in a rush now his words almost slurred as he tried to get it all out clinging blindly to Leto’s hand.
“And one day somehow you get out of the box and into the sun, and the sun is wonderful warm …but you know deep down you don’t belong here in the sun you should’ve have the sun you belong in the box.” Leto quietly finished for him. “And so you run back into the box because the sun scares you so much.” As he spoke he stroked his fingers over the back of Turner’s hand.
“Will I always… be like this?” Turner asked his voice trembling. “No Truine there is hope I promise.” Leto leaned in closer as he said it. “I’ll help you I won’t be fickle I swear.” Turner smiled then brightly. “Ok from one abused kid to another then.” Leto chuckled slightly.
“Yeah word of honor as someone who used to get the shit kicked out of him, now tell me your story.” Turner gripped into to Leto’s hand hard digging his nails in then he let go drawing away sinking slightly into his seat.
It's Yaoi it's kinda twisted.
He was in Another Note aka the BB case.
to sum him up he's L's evil twin.
Looks just like him and is insane.
ok injoy the Matt/Beyond goodness! whenever i get to that..
Chapter one: Hush Little Baby
It was dark and still in Wammy’s House. Everything was shut up for the night.
The children dreamed; the adults dozed less soundly, but they slept.
The darkened hallways were empty expect for the classical paintings and huge curtained windows.
Nothing could be heard as a tall, slumped-over shadow padded on bare feet down the hall.
His white shirt was just like; L’s his jeans matched the other’s as well.
However, there was a big difference: his were spotted with blood.
His black hair, so like L’s, wild and unruly, had matted blood in it.
His eyes gleamed red.
He slipped into Matt’s room, quickly and soundlessly opening the door with long, cool fingers.
Matt slept deeply in his bed, the crisp sheets cool on his skin, his red hair brushing his forehead as he sucked his thumb.
Beyond slipped to Matt’s bedside with all the grace of a stalking cat.
He stared down for a few seconds as if considering something.
Before the young boy could awaken, he pressed a soaked rag over his nose and mouth.
The sleep he had been in became a drugged one as Matt rolled his head to one side, still and so young in the moonlight streaming in form his window.
Beyond picked Matt up almost tenderly holding his small from tightly to his chest.
“You’re my ticket to revenge, little pretty one.”
Beyond stroked Matt’s hair.
“It’s like blood…” He mused.
He slowly opened the door, shifting Matt to his hip.
He peered into the hall.
All was still.
Beyond kicked the door shut with one bare foot then walked slowly down the halls again, smooth as a shadow and cold as death.
Matt murmured something in his sleep but didn’t wake.
“You are such a lovely child…” Beyond whispered, his voice soft as a first kiss.
He clutched his prize tighter.
“Dear Matt…I am taking you to something better….”
Beyond slipped right out the gates of Wammy’s House without anyone seeing him.
The night was black as his hair and twice as windy and wild.
The street was still and abandoned. He walked quickly, looking for a car that would work for now.
He spied a small late model black car that looked suitable.
Even if Beyond looked just like L, he was not him and had picked up quite a few skills the other never had, such as stealing cars, making bombs from household things or picking pockets.
It was the car theft skill he was putting to use now as he lay Matt down on the hood spread over it for a moment as he slid a master key into the door.
He laid down on the seat, pulled off the plastic covering over the control panel and began to yank then connect wires together.
In half a minute he had it running.
Moving deftly, Beyond pulled the passenger side door open and laid Matt down on the seat.
He drove carefully down the pre-dawn streets going exactly the speed limit.
He abandoned the car after a few miles and found another, repeating this twice.
After an hour he was back at his safe house—an old rusted-out warehouse he had chosen to use for this night to get his cover firmly in place with the boy before they moved on.
He tenderly placed Matt on the pile of blankets he had arranged before then sat in a chair crouched and waiting, a laptop on his knees, long fingers typing softly.
The hours pass slowly until a false dawn of sorts lightens the sky.
Matt’s eyes flutter open.
He knows something is wrong from the moment he awakens but he doesn’t make a sound.
Beyond understands—why cry for help when you’ve never had a cry answered before?
Why pray when you knew from a very young age that no one cares?
“He…llo?” Matt whispers.
“Hello Matt-kun.” Beyond leans over and places one cool white finger on Matt’s lips.
“You know who I am…our paths have crossed before.”
“I am L and I have chosen you to be my heir.”
Matt stares into the face exactly like L’s, his eyes roving over it, looking for some idea of what to say.
“My goggles…” he says softly.
“I…I need my goggles…” He casts his eyes down.
“Later… for now, sleep again.” Beyond watches Matt as carefully as the boy watches him.
I don’t want to have to kill you…but I will if the time comes.
“I don’t know if I can…”
He presses the boy down on the blankets then leans over close.
“Hush little baby…don’t say a word…”
His lips are inches from Matt’s ear.
“Papa’s going buy you…a mocking bird…”
Matt’s eyes slide shut, his face relaxing, not knowing whose blood-stained hands he has fallen into.
He rolls over and curls his hand over Beyond’s.
“Thank you L…you have a nice voice…”
“And if that mocking bird wont sing…Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”
He clasps the boy’s hand tightly.
Matt smiles sweetly and shyly.
“Why me…?” He’s about to fall asleep.
“You where number three and didn’t even try.” Beyond strokes his hair.
“I could see you becoming something wonderful.
“Now sleep you don’t want to get bags like me…”
“I wouldn’t mind being like you in any way…” Matt is still after that.
Beyond watches him sleep for a few minutes then goes back to his laptop.
After all, it’s hard work figuring out who you wish to kill next.
Mello clenched his fists, his eyes shut tight, lips open in a perfect “O” screaming his lungs out.
“Near, that’s my pencil!”
“Is not,” Near muttered.
“Is so!” Mello yanks it from Near’s hand.
Near glowered, then his face went blank as Roger walked over.
“Young master Mello and Near, come with me.”
They follow him, puzzled, into his office.
Sitting there was L, eating a huge slab of angel food cake.
He looked at them solemnly, no smile as he had given them before on the rare times they had met him.
“Matt is gone.” L says this softly but it breaks the world in two.
“What?” Mello asks shocked that anything would dare hurt something of his.
“He was stolen in the night.” L presses a thumb to his lips.
“Taken by someone with knowledge of this place and how to break into it.”
“He didn’t fight; he must have been drugged in his sleep.”
L pauses.
“There is an eighty percent chance it was someone who was once here.
“There is only one person who was here once who has gone...off and would do this.”
“Beyond.”
“Who is that?” Mello demands
L rubbed his side as if remembering an old, old wound.
“He was once my heir…he went mad.”
L turned to them.
“He enjoys slow, painful deaths.
“He once took a blowtorch …to a young man…flayed his skin from his bones.”
L fiddled with his plate.
“He nailed a woman on a cross, broke her legs, and from what I can tell watched her die.
“I am also very sure he is a cannibal.”
Mello swayed lightly, feeling like he would lose his breakfast and ten chocolate bars.
“This monster has Matt?” he screamed, his blue eyes wide with anger.
Near just pressed into Mello’s side.
“Why aren’t you doing something?” he said, lowering his voice a little.
L’s black eyes pinned him.
“Who says I’m not?”
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