L.
L. Mello. Misa Amane. Matt. Mikami. Takada. Mr.Yagami. Ukita. Raye. Naomi. Aiber. Wedy. Watari. The entire Yotsuba group. Light.
All the bodies lay lifelessly around her. Cold, and long dead. She’s all alone save for the corpses. No one is there to comfort her as she cries heavily. These are all the people she cared about. All the people she wanted to live with and be happy with for the rest of her life. Now they were all gone, along with the rest of her family and friends. She feels herself being buried in the cold, lifeless flesh--
she snaps awake. Screaming, no less.
She finds herself in a cold sweat, her shirt soaked through and her hair sticking to the nape of her neck. “Are you alright?” comes a voice laced with the beep-beep of computers. She looks up behind her quickly, wondering if maybe Matt was alive again, but saw no one at the computers. No one but a sleeping Halle and Giovanni. “Was it a bad dream?” She looked down further and found Near twirling a piece of hair between his fingers as he sit comfortably and piece his puzzle together for the umpteenth time. His black eyes watch her breathe heavily, genuinely concerned.
Tears spill over from her eyes and fall to the floor. Without warning she leaps from the makeshift bed she’d been lying on and darted over to Near where she slid and came to a stop beside him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled her head into his lap. Near visibly stiffened, but did his best to comfort her.
“There, there, ________…um…uh…” he pat her softly on the head as she pulled herself closer.
There once was a beautiful girl named ________. She was the envy of all around her, both men and women, but she’d never fallen in love with anyone.
________ worked as a agent in an organization called the “SPK” She was very intelligent and solved many cases for the president so he could focus on more important matters. Except, she had some, strange feeling for the president. ________ didn’t know what the strange feeling was, though. He was cocky and clever, though his social and life skills were poor, he tried his best to be kind and he was absolutely adorable. Like a little kid.
One day, ________ came into work tired and with her hair a mess. Light bags lined the bottom of her eyes from loss of sleep. She’d worked all night long to solve a case, and never did. All in all, she was pissed off.
“________” called her boss, Near, from the floor as she walked by one of his usual rooms. She stopped in her tracks and turned slowly, hoping he wouldn’t set her off today. If he did, who knows what would happen. She did have a gun, after all. “________, I need you to review these files. Have them back by 5 am tomorrow--sharp. Also, I need you to run these files down to Halle, and have Giovanni run out and take care of these things.” Near held out a foot’s worth of papers, a neat note on top.
“What?!?!” she screamed, “You’ve got to be fucking me!!!” Near looked up, slightly surprised. “I didn’t even get to finish the file you gave me yesterday, and I was working on it until 3 in the morning!!! It’s 6!!! I just woke up!!!!”
As ________ started to walk away she heard something she though she’d never hear in her life time. Near. Chuckling. She turned back to see a toying smile on his lips and suggestive black eyes staring up at her. “You’re kind of sexy when you get angry.”
Sometimes mornings are just hell. There are mornings where her hair is a mess. Mornings when she wakes up, bleeding into her favorite pair of crisp, white panties. And mornings where she just feels like shit.
Then, some mornings are so delightful that she may in fact stay there for the better part of the day. Luckily, these good mornings are often while the bad mornings are few. And the thing that makes these mornings so good is not a what, but a who. Near is that who.
Often now, ________ would wake to find the smaller boy laying curled into her with his back to her chest, snoozing away. His soft white hair would smell delightful and feel wonderfully soft on the bottom of her chin where his head was often cradled into the crook of her neck by her special feather pillow. One foot on the floor, literally, Near couldn’t sleep without one foot on the floor.
Those mornings were perfect. The mornings where one wakes to find that that special person needed you in the night and that you were able to provide comfort.
His breathing low and calm. Body relaxed. She wraps her arm around his waist and kisses the back of his head before pulling him close, being careful not to disturb him too terribly much, and molds her chest to his back.
His innocence and need is what clears her mind of all worries for the day and makes the mornings perfect.
“There was always one human whom Gelus loved more than Misa-Misa. Her name was ________. Oh, and how Gelus loved to watch over this young woman. He enjoyed how she brushed her hair, and the way she slept at night was just so adorable to him, though he was a shinigami.
“He loved her. He really did.
“Then, one day, she was going to die. Some lonely, odd man who’d just lost his job and got drunk approached her when she was in a local convenience store with a gun in hand. He didn’t go straight for the register, he went to her, took her money, and then ordered her to strip down. The man raped her and then held the gun to her head, he said he was going to shoot her. Gelus panicked and, with nothing more to do, scribbled the man’s name down in his Note. The man died of a heart attack and she was saved, but Gelus transformed to dust and rust and who-knows-what and his Death Note rightfully became hers. I was there, I saw it all, and Gelus entrusted me to bring this Note to you.”
Rem silenced after the end, staring down at the girl before her with emotion-filled eyes. The girl looked as if she was about to cry. “S-So that’s how I got this Note? And because I got this, because I existed, Gelus didn’t save Misa Amane and she died too?” Rem nodded again.
“Gelus loved you more than the one he loved most.”
She fell to her bed and cried, crushing the Death Note to her chest and hugging the death out of it. There were no names she had written inside, only memories and the handwriting of Gelus the shinigami. Only the name of the man who was going to kill her that fateful day…
She signed and dropped her weight down onto the leather couch of the mafia hideout, her hair sweaty and sticking to her neck. “Damn you, Mello.” she spat at the blonde who sat at the other end of the couch.
“If you can’t handle the work, leave.” he said, then chuckled, “But if you do, I’ll have to kill you so that you don’t leak any information on our whereabouts.”
“Again, shut up Mello. I never said I couldn’t handle the work.”
“That so? You’re always complaining, ________.” Mello chomped down the last of his chocolate bar before slinking over with her and throwing his arm around her shoulders. He nuzzled into her neck and smirked.
“Mello? I want to ask, why so much leather with you? The clothes, the couch. I mean, what the hell man?” she pointed a filed finger into his leather clad chest and looked him in the eye.
“Ah? Well, ________, you see, one can never have too much leather.” he kissed her neck. “You know?”
“You horny bastard.” Mello chuckled and began to lead her to his room.
It wasn’t a secret, it was a well known fact. This year, on her birthday, was her death day. Today she would die, and Beyond had told her up front, five years previous. He’d also told her that he would kill her on that day.
Just for the rush
She had asked him repeatedly, Why do you want to kill me?
But he never really replied to that. He just sat there with that odd way of sitting he had, and smiled at her with his thumb pressing to his lips.
So she made a deal with him and today the deal was on.
“Today is my fifteenth birthday, Beyond. You know that, right?” she quizzed.
“I do.” he smiled up at her.
“Do you remember our deal? ‘If you take my virginity then I’ll willingly let you kill me’?”
“I do.”
Then lets get started.” She could have sworn she saw a smirk of anticipation on his pale lips and a glint shifted past his blood-red eyes. He may not seem like it, but deep down, Beyond was a perv…. She suspected. That’s the only reason she could figure that he’d kill so many people. Just for the rush. Like a cockroach that wouldn’t die, Beyond wouldn’t cave on his practices.
When Light lost his memories everything seemed to get better for his girlfriend and, unknowingly, himself.
She lay now, curling into Light’s side and she took in his once-more-gentle scent. They were still in the headquarters, in Light’s room. He was asleep but she wasn’t. She watched him in his sleep and giggled with the way his mouth hung open gently. That’s how he always slept before he went Kira-crazed… But after he got the Death Note he slept lightly and kept a pen on the night stand at all times. Every change in position she made when she slept over made him flinch.
Now, she had him completely relaxed and at peace. She couldn’t remember the last time she got to just lay and watch him sleep and she didn’t know when she’d be able to do it again. That’s why she relished in the moment. Because she didn’t know how long it’d be before Light was writing names down in his “little black book” or when he’d make her fall asleep before he did, or when she’d get to cuddle into him again like they had no other care in the world. She didn’t know when she’d hear his stern voice barking out her name, rather than the honey-sweet voice laced with innocence again.
“________…are you alright?” he asked, suddenly waking up.
“Yeah, Light, I’m just worried about Kira is all.”
“Don’t worry, ________, I’m here to protect you. Right?”
“Right.” and they fell asleep together, but she didn’t want to wake up just incase it was all a dream.
