Fanfiction for you
I'm back! I promise pictures in the near future; and, if anyone would like to practice speaking Japanese with me, I would love it.
That's right, I've actually written something. It's short but complete - and I think you will like it. Since it's RemuxMisa I'll be posting it on the shinigamikiller lj as well. (now if only I could learn to insert the hyperlink)
Category: Fanfiction
Series: Death Note
Couple: Remu x Misa (Misa perspective)
Rating: G
very worksafe
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When it’s cold outside her breath emits a white haze but no one else can see it. She must be warm. The boney exoskeleton protecting her body may lead one to think differently, but I’m certain her skin is soft and warm. If only I could create the right scenario. If only I could touch it. I’ve hugged her once… but it was brief. And the weather that day was cold like this one. The layers I wore and her bones were too great a barrier for me to really know for sure. She floats there, oblivious to my desires, following me where ever I go, never closing that teasing mouth unless speech is necessary - reminding me that she is not human and that I am a mad woman for wanting her this way. Oh! I’ve been so lost in my thoughts. I’m staring. I’ve been staring, and for too long. She’s worried now; I can see it in the way that one unbandaged eye peers down at me. Is it just me or is her mouth open wider now as well. I’m peering into it, the lips start to move.
“Are you ok, Misa? You look upset about something.”
Upset! I’ll give you upset! I sigh, that exasperated, bitchy sigh that makes my managers bend backwards, and turn away from you, stomping onward down the street. Three blocks down my anger dwindles; I fail to contain a giant grin. I’ll be whatever you want me to be Remu, as long as you never stop floating behind me. My smile remains and I begin to hum.
You truly must think that I’m mad.