Worst Scenario (Death Note)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing(s): like in canon, one-sided Misa -> Light
Rating: PG
Warning: Spoilers for volume 7, possible spoilers for volume 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. Death Note belongs to Ohba Tsugumi-sensei and Obata Takeshi-sensei, the creator and artist behind Death Note whom we should thank for bringing us such a wonderful series. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
This might take place somewhere in volume 8 or 9. But it would be unlikely to ever appear in canon. (I can't say for sure though, since past events in DN has proven that we could "expect the unexpected!". :P) So, this would be considered an Alternate Reality fic?
It was generally fun to write~ Kekeke.
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He switches on the lamp resting on the bedside table and swiftly dresses.
The figure beside him stirs, light hair sliding past bare shoulders as she turns.
"Can't Light stay tonight?" She whines, gazing at him with her large eyes, bottom lip pushed out in a pout.
"I have unfinished matters to settle at the office," he replies coldly. Pushing the last button through the hole, he turns his head to give her a brief look. "Be good, Misa."
Knowing that it is a lost cause, she settles back into bed, gathering the sheets around her body, seeking their cool comfort - the only comfort she can get. "Light either leaves after a short while at night or doesn't return at all," she continues in her whiny tone, the muttered words spoken more to herself than to him.
He masks his annoyance. "After we've gotten rid of those who oppose Kira, I'll be able to stay as long as you want." His voice is soothing. He still needs her eyes.
"Really? Even for the whole night?" Her whole face lights up.
"Yes. Even for the whole night." Fortunately, it is easy enough to placate her.
"Yay~" She cheers. Then as if suddenly remembering something, she adds, "Don't leave Misa alone in the middle of the night again like you did last week."
"What?" His voice is suddenly sharp. "What do you mean leave in the middle of the night last week?"
She draws the sheets closer to herself. She finds him scary sometimes...
"Last Friday, when Light came back and said that he was spending the night? Light went out in the middle of the night and came back only in the early morning."
He stares at her and is silent for a long moment, lips pressed together in a thin line.
"How long was I away?" He asks calmly.
Her face displays surprise. "Misa can't remember too clearly." She turns her eyes to the ceiling thoughtfully, then looks back at him. "Probably over three hours. Light left at past two in the morning and was only back near six."
When she sees that he isn't responding, she continues anxiously, "Is something wrong?"
He glances up at her voice. Then ignores her question and walks out into the lounge.
"Light..." He vaguely hears her calling after him and the muted sound of sheets being thrown aside, but pushs those extraneous noises out of his mind as he flicks on the light switch. His focus is on something much more important.
Reaching his destination, he unlocks the security mechanism and yanks open the compartment.
He stares at the empty compartment in grim silence.
"Light...?" She tries calling his name, but it is as if he hasn't heard.
She walks closer. Opens her mouth to try again.
But before any sound is emitted, his fist slams forcefully into the wall.
She jumps back with a start.
"Damn!" is all he says in a hiss. His eyes bore into the wall. Crimson stains his knuckles.
She lets out a gasp as she notices a drop of red fluid steadily grow in size, and then fall noiselessly to the ground.
Tears are gathering in her eyes and threatening to fall. But she knows that crying now will get on his nerves, and so she will not cry. She blinks away her tears.
He watches the blood drip slowly from his injured hand, his eyes unusually glazed over. He is looking past his hand, past the wall...
"Misa."
After a long silence, he speaks quietly.
"Can you promise me that you will continue punishing criminals and writing their names into your Death notebook until there are no more criminals left in this world?"
He turns to her, looks her in the eyes.
She looks confused, searches his eyes for something that she can understand, but fails. "Of course. Misa will do anything as long as Light wants Misa to do it."
"Good girl."
She beams at the praise. It isn't very often that she receives compliments from him, though as a celebrity, she often receives compliments from other men. But they are different; they are not him and can't compare.
He spins on his heels, taking quick strides towards the door.
"Wait, Light," She whirls around. He is moving too fast for her brain to react and is already a step out of the door when she calls out. "When will Misa see Light again?"
"I don't know."
Perhaps there was something in his tone. Perhaps it was merely a woman's instinct. She runs to him, bare feet pattering across tiled floor. Throws her arms around him, pressing herself against his back in a tight embrace, not wanting to ever let go.
He lets her cling to him longer than usual, then pushes her away.
"I've work to do," he says curtly.
She steps back obediently and watches quietly as he shuts the door.
He increases his pace as he passes through the corridor.
The seconds are ticking away; the 23-day rule applies, and he can't be sure when it has started, nor if it will end earlier than he thinks.
He has never contemplated self-sacrifice for his ideas. Perhaps he has never believed strongly enough in them. It had started out as an idea of an ideal that suddenly seemed possible. Then it became a fight that he simply didn't want to lose. And somewhere along the way, it had turned into an obsession.
Yet, when it comes to this point where self-sacrifice is unavoidable - though by no choice of his own - clinging to his beliefs seems better than admitting defeat.
He doesn't expect Misa to be a match for Near and Mello. Therefore, the obvious course is to destroy them as soon as possible.
He knows that he will somehow succeed.
Even if he is gone, Kira will still win!
Date started: 18 January 2006, 16:22
Date completed: 18 January 2006, 18:56
Last edited: 11 March 2006
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Post fic ramble:
The assumption made was that someone else out of Light's control is in possession of a Death Note. The idea was thought up when reading volume 8, when Mello had taken one of the copies. But I've not mentioned names, so it can be someone else too. *shrugs*
Pairing(s): like in canon, one-sided Misa -> Light
Rating: PG
Warning: Spoilers for volume 7, possible spoilers for volume 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. Death Note belongs to Ohba Tsugumi-sensei and Obata Takeshi-sensei, the creator and artist behind Death Note whom we should thank for bringing us such a wonderful series. This is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
This might take place somewhere in volume 8 or 9. But it would be unlikely to ever appear in canon. (I can't say for sure though, since past events in DN has proven that we could "expect the unexpected!". :P) So, this would be considered an Alternate Reality fic?
It was generally fun to write~ Kekeke.
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He switches on the lamp resting on the bedside table and swiftly dresses.
The figure beside him stirs, light hair sliding past bare shoulders as she turns.
"Can't Light stay tonight?" She whines, gazing at him with her large eyes, bottom lip pushed out in a pout.
"I have unfinished matters to settle at the office," he replies coldly. Pushing the last button through the hole, he turns his head to give her a brief look. "Be good, Misa."
Knowing that it is a lost cause, she settles back into bed, gathering the sheets around her body, seeking their cool comfort - the only comfort she can get. "Light either leaves after a short while at night or doesn't return at all," she continues in her whiny tone, the muttered words spoken more to herself than to him.
He masks his annoyance. "After we've gotten rid of those who oppose Kira, I'll be able to stay as long as you want." His voice is soothing. He still needs her eyes.
"Really? Even for the whole night?" Her whole face lights up.
"Yes. Even for the whole night." Fortunately, it is easy enough to placate her.
"Yay~" She cheers. Then as if suddenly remembering something, she adds, "Don't leave Misa alone in the middle of the night again like you did last week."
"What?" His voice is suddenly sharp. "What do you mean leave in the middle of the night last week?"
She draws the sheets closer to herself. She finds him scary sometimes...
"Last Friday, when Light came back and said that he was spending the night? Light went out in the middle of the night and came back only in the early morning."
He stares at her and is silent for a long moment, lips pressed together in a thin line.
"How long was I away?" He asks calmly.
Her face displays surprise. "Misa can't remember too clearly." She turns her eyes to the ceiling thoughtfully, then looks back at him. "Probably over three hours. Light left at past two in the morning and was only back near six."
When she sees that he isn't responding, she continues anxiously, "Is something wrong?"
He glances up at her voice. Then ignores her question and walks out into the lounge.
"Light..." He vaguely hears her calling after him and the muted sound of sheets being thrown aside, but pushs those extraneous noises out of his mind as he flicks on the light switch. His focus is on something much more important.
Reaching his destination, he unlocks the security mechanism and yanks open the compartment.
He stares at the empty compartment in grim silence.
"Light...?" She tries calling his name, but it is as if he hasn't heard.
She walks closer. Opens her mouth to try again.
But before any sound is emitted, his fist slams forcefully into the wall.
She jumps back with a start.
"Damn!" is all he says in a hiss. His eyes bore into the wall. Crimson stains his knuckles.
She lets out a gasp as she notices a drop of red fluid steadily grow in size, and then fall noiselessly to the ground.
Tears are gathering in her eyes and threatening to fall. But she knows that crying now will get on his nerves, and so she will not cry. She blinks away her tears.
He watches the blood drip slowly from his injured hand, his eyes unusually glazed over. He is looking past his hand, past the wall...
"Misa."
After a long silence, he speaks quietly.
"Can you promise me that you will continue punishing criminals and writing their names into your Death notebook until there are no more criminals left in this world?"
He turns to her, looks her in the eyes.
She looks confused, searches his eyes for something that she can understand, but fails. "Of course. Misa will do anything as long as Light wants Misa to do it."
"Good girl."
She beams at the praise. It isn't very often that she receives compliments from him, though as a celebrity, she often receives compliments from other men. But they are different; they are not him and can't compare.
He spins on his heels, taking quick strides towards the door.
"Wait, Light," She whirls around. He is moving too fast for her brain to react and is already a step out of the door when she calls out. "When will Misa see Light again?"
"I don't know."
Perhaps there was something in his tone. Perhaps it was merely a woman's instinct. She runs to him, bare feet pattering across tiled floor. Throws her arms around him, pressing herself against his back in a tight embrace, not wanting to ever let go.
He lets her cling to him longer than usual, then pushes her away.
"I've work to do," he says curtly.
She steps back obediently and watches quietly as he shuts the door.
He increases his pace as he passes through the corridor.
The seconds are ticking away; the 23-day rule applies, and he can't be sure when it has started, nor if it will end earlier than he thinks.
He has never contemplated self-sacrifice for his ideas. Perhaps he has never believed strongly enough in them. It had started out as an idea of an ideal that suddenly seemed possible. Then it became a fight that he simply didn't want to lose. And somewhere along the way, it had turned into an obsession.
Yet, when it comes to this point where self-sacrifice is unavoidable - though by no choice of his own - clinging to his beliefs seems better than admitting defeat.
He doesn't expect Misa to be a match for Near and Mello. Therefore, the obvious course is to destroy them as soon as possible.
He knows that he will somehow succeed.
Even if he is gone, Kira will still win!
Date started: 18 January 2006, 16:22
Date completed: 18 January 2006, 18:56
Last edited: 11 March 2006
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Post fic ramble:
The assumption made was that someone else out of Light's control is in possession of a Death Note. The idea was thought up when reading volume 8, when Mello had taken one of the copies. But I've not mentioned names, so it can be someone else too. *shrugs*