Chapter Five

Lacrymare

Yeah, I am the brains,
Some say insane,
Blood is the rain,
That's what life's about,
In the great wide,
Head split and tongue tied,
Watch the sun die,
When you're running out

-Rob Zombie, The Devil's Rejects

Previously on Heirs Of The Generation…

Ryuuzaki sighed, and looked over at Light, "… Now is not the time to bring up yesterday's news, Matsuda," then returned to stirring his coffee, "Light, may you do me a favor?"

Light looked up from a book that he was skimming through for leisure, "Hmh?"

"This is out of my being, but," Ryuuzaki stretched across the table and handed to him a standard envelope, "I'm going to remove the hand cuffs from you long enough to deliver this to one of my field agents close by. I cannot trust this in the hands of the governmental mail system. He goes solely by the name 'Bando', " He then unlocked them, and gestured him to go, quickly.

Light nodded his head, "Yes Ryuuzaki, I will be back soon," he said, grabbing a coat and wrapping it around himself, leaving the building

"Hell doesn't want them… this world rejects them…"

The young collage boy wandered the dank streets of downtown Tokyo, looking for a bar that Ryuuzaki was instructing him towards, where he would find a bounty hunter named Bando. Damn, if he claims to be such a brilliant thinker, why didn't he give Light a map?! A painstaking two hours clocked by while Light continued searching for this… this…

"Yandere Bar," Light muttered to himself as he looked up at the sad looking, shackle-roofed building that stood in front of him, with an array of lager and vodka advertisements hanging lazily in the front windows. A heavy stench of piss and alcohol lingered around the vicinity of this build. Yeap, this had to be it…

Yagami Light pushed his way through the front door, almost ripping it off the hinges. He stood there, analyzing the setting for a moment. The drinking bar sat directly in front of him at the back of the room, with two nearly broken booths to the left of him, and a dart board and an 'out of order' slot machine to the right. Two bulky, obviously buzzed men were perched on adjacent bar stools, gulping down large mugs of what appeared to be cheap beer.

"E-excuse me…" he stuttered, trying to keep his composer, but not trying to appear tough. He wasn't in the mood to get, say, his arm ripped off today. His voice reached the bar, and one of the grizzly men turned around and looked at the boy, with an amused voice. He had a chuckle, and stood up.

"Say, ain't ya a little too young ta be hangin around dis place?" he spat, as he wiped droplets of lager off of his chin. His lazy eye twitched as he looked at Light teasingly. The collage boy gulped and looked at them.

"As long as I appear weak," he thought to himself, "They won't strike me… these type of thugs will only attack if I pose as a threat."

"W-well, actually," Light began to stammer in his phony tone, "I-I'm here to deliver something to a man n-named Bando." He nodded his head assuring the man that he wasn't a police officer, or just some kid who wanted to come in for a free one.

The man eyed Light up and down, then turned around and yelled at the direction of a half-cracked door behind the bar, next to the flavor shots and tall bottles of over-priced wine.

"Aye Bando! Dere's a young 'un lookin for ya out here! Getcha ass out here!"

On that notion, a tall, tanned man appeared from behind the door, leaning against the wall, cigarette in one hand, shotgun in the other. The stereotypical gangster, no? He smirked and sat his shotgun against the wall, then ran a hand through his nappy, brown hair. Bando cleared his throat,

"You have business with me, you say?"

Light nodded, feeling as if he could speak normally once more. He doubted that anybody in this room, aside from Bando, was sober enough to understand his speech at this point.

"My name is Yagami Light.I brought with me a letter, and, this," he said, pulling a standard envelope and a matching manila envelope out of his jacket, "is from L…"

Bando raised an eyebrow and took off his sunglasses so that he could see and read things better, "L, eh…?" He snatched up the two envelopes with no hesitation, and ripped them open, reading over the smaller one first. It hand only but a few sentences on it.

Your debt is soon to be cleared, as long as you continue following my directions. Target 35 is soon to arrive to assist your mission. Thank you.

-L

After reading to himself, Bando cracked open the manila, and once he saw what the content was, he dropped it to the ground and staggered back.

"N-n-no! Hell no! I am NOT DUKING IT OUT WITH THOSE BITCHES AGAIN!" He clutched his right hand with his left one, shaking in fear. It was apparent that whatever the hell was in that envelope, terrified the man as if he was a young girl being stared down by a schoolyard bully.

"Dear God, what the hell could be so terrifying that a grown man couldn't—"

Light's thought halted when he picked up the files himself and looked at it. There, before him, were snapshots of murder suspects spotted all throughout Tokyo. A few of them were even nearby the headquarters for the Kira Investigation. Why would this terrify a man though? Of course… these suspects had pink hair and gnarly, stubbed horns upon their heads. What makes matters worse was the date at the bottom of each damn picture… July 31st…

That was just yesterday

Bando looked at Light seriously, "So you know about them, don'tcha kid?"

Light nodded his head, and then noticed something about Bando that he didn't catch earlier when he first saw him. His right arm appeared to move artificially, almost like a prosthetic, but more so like a robotic limb.

"Bando, if I may ask… what happened to your arm?"

Bando laughed dryly to himself, and shook his head, "You have no damn clue what you're fucking with, do ya kid?" The bounty hunter ripped off his sleeve to reveal all of the cogs and wires extruding from his arm. The man laughed again, "And do you know why I have to live with this shiny play thing of mine? Huh? DO YA?"

Light shook his head, then calmly smiled, "Please, inform me…"

Bando grimaced, and spoke, "That bitch… that pink-haired, hot-assed bitch ripped it from my body. She broke my other arm and squished my eyes. She did all of this without laying a finger on me"

Yagami Light gasped at the final statement, recalling the murder in the apartment complex from across the street.'

No exterior wounds. No signs of struggle. No abrasions. No broken bones. And yet there was enough hemorrhage to take down that woman… the body would have appeared perfectly fine if it wasn't for the blood dripping from her mouth at the scene…

"So these creatures, the diclonius, can do more than just kill you from the inside?" Light asked, simply amazed by this story.

Bando let out a curl of psychotic, yandere laughter, "KID THAT BITCH COULD DEBONE YOU ALIVE. SHE COULD DICE YOU INTO FINE PIECES, AND THEN FIGURE OUT AN EVEN WORSE WAY TO TORTURE YA. Kahah, ehehee, ahahahahah… and the best part is…." He stood straight up, and looked at him seriously, "All she has to do… is think about it… and control those freaky-ass invisible hands of her's… all she has to do…" he put his arm in the air and clutched his fist.

"Is want to kill."

Light watched as the man's mentality began to crack right in front of him. He sighed and tried to continue a normal conversation with Bando.

"So L has been intercepting the Diclonius Reports after all, Bando?"

The man giggled psychotically a little, and nodded, clutching his head, recalling ever single pain that those freaks had caused him.

"Yeah! Ehehhe, and the best part is, L and his organization picked me up somewhere in a dumpster and offered to pay for my operations, ehe, ahaha, meeeh, hehehehe…" he shivered as he laughed with a huge, yandere grin.

Yagami Light asked once more, "Are you working for L right now…?"

Bando shot up and climbed onto the bar, looking gleefully at Light, as his pupils shrunk and his speech's pace sped up.

"YEAH! And he wants me to go out and try to snag those little whores again! And again I'll get chopped and screwed in the ass! Ehehehehe!"

He let out a sigh, and then looked at Light dead straight in the eye.

"So Light-kun…" he bent down, grabbed his shotgun, and pointed it directly at Light's head, shaking, "Do you think you'll survive this bullet, and have the same damn luck that I've had?! I might as well shoot you! You've heard too much punk, and we are all just going to end up getting killed by those freaks! So I'm gonna just pull this trigger, little bitch, and watch your blood drip down from my ceiling, eehahahahahahaha!"

Back in Kamakura, Yuka sat quaintly out on the front porch, watching the sakura petals fall from the trees. She sighed and smiled wither eyes closed, enjoying the silence and calm of the surrounding area. She could get used to this, really, the lack of blood and gore really soothed her. Soon, she and Kouta would be together, as soon as Lucy was out of the picture. The power of Kira surly would rid this world of those terrible Diclonius!

Yuka stood up and let out a small cheer to herself, "Ya-ha!"

The brunette girl made her way into the kitchen, and grabbed the phone off of the wall to make a telephone call. Recently, she has been making more and more calls to a mysterious, reclusive man in America who claimed to have information concerning the Diclonius. She smiled at her feat, HOPEFULLY this would go better planned than the earlier call that ended in failure of capturing Lucy, and only killing off more soldiers.

The calling dial rang, and a man picked up on the other line. Before the man spoke, she heard a distinct sound of chewing and swallowing. Geez, every time she called, this was the first thing she heard! Didn't he have any manners?!

"It's Mello… who's calling?"

Yuka chimed back, "It's Yuka, the girl from Kamakura?"

On the other line, Mello, also known as Miheal Keehl, lounged in his chair, feeding on a rather tasty bar of Nestle chocolate, looking out the window, "Oh yeah, it's you. Ya need anything?"

Yuka nodded, and answered, "The last plan didn't work when we tried to capture Lucy!" she said, whining into the phone.

Mello sighed, "Ah great, I told you that little plan wouldn't work. Try thinking a little more, dumb-ass" he laughed and pulled back the foil on his chocolate bar, "Listen… if you are seriously trying to capture these Diclonius in the name of helping Kira, then, I'm in. But if this about your little love charade… count me out."

Yuka gulped, and then said, "Of course! I wanna do anything to help our new God!"

Mello laughed a little on the inside. Pretending to be a Kira supported bagged him a bunch of new leads for his case everyday, "Alright, tell me, what do you need me to do…?"

Bando laughed, "SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE LIGHT?!?!?"

The two thugs that obviously were trying to assist Bando stood in front of the door as Light ran and attempted to escape. He could only turn around in horror as this psycho tried to put a bullet through his head.

Light staggered back, trying to keep cool, "S-s-sir! You don't know what you're doing!"

"HELL YEAH I DO!" Bando yelled, "I'M GONNA KILL YA!"

"FIVE!"

"FOUR!"

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

"ONE!"

And, no later after the finally number was called…

No later after the trigger was pulled…

No later after Light lost his breath…

The collage boy stood flummoxed and horrified as he saw Bando's head ripped from his neck, and his body fall to the floor. Light couldn't lie to himself at this point, he was fucking scared.

He turned around hesitantly to see the two other men decapitated and lying on the ground as well, their blood seeping into the ground, and into his shoes. Damnit, those were expensive.

But what caught Light Yagami off-guard the most was a figure standing in between the two bodies. Her head was held low… and she stayed silent. There she stood, unaffected by the bloodshed and dead bodies littered on the ground… There she stood, and lifted her head to look at Light. Her slender body was covered in the crimson liquid herself... and then she spoke.

"Worthless humans…"