Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Everything I Touch [2]

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I heard her footsteps; she paused before opening the door. Her eyes lit up and she threw her arms around me.

“Matsu!! It’s been so long!!” She squeezed me and I felt my eyes get warm. She hesitated, probably realizing I hadn’t done much to reciprocate the hug. “...Is something wrong?” She looked at me, her eyes deep in thought. “Is Mochi okay? It’s not that I’m not glad to see you, it’s just usually Mochi is the one to come visit now... did something happen to him?”

“Mogi-san is fine,” I said quietly. “It’s...” Suddenly, it truly dawned on me why Mogi did not want to be the one do this. I hadn’t fully started crying yet; I wasn’t sobbing, I had to keep my calm, but Misa seemed to go pale when she saw that I had tears streaming down my face. “Light-kun...” My voice cracked, despite my efforts to stop it.

The last thing I expected to see from her was a sweet smile. But her eyes were completely blank. “Matsu, stop lying to me. Is this some sort of police thing? Are you testing me? Does this have something to do with whatever reason they put me in this hotel? You don’t have to lie, we’re friends...”

Apparently, I had started sobbing and trembling sometime while she was talking. I barely even noticed; I was so focused on doing what I needed to do that any sort of emotional reaction was a side effect, completely detached from my main priority. She brushed my cheek, and her smile disappeared.

“Don’t cry, Matsu; you’re scaring me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now, eerily calm. “Just... tell me. How bad? Is he hurt, or...”

“Misa, I’m so sorry...” It didn’t even sound like my own voice.

“For God’s sake Matsuda, just say it.”

“He’s dead. I’m so sorry,” I said between gasps, and she had no idea how literal the apology was, not just an expression of sympathy. I don’t remember when I began to hold her, knowing she’d need the comfort, but probably I’d done it because I needed it too. The last person I tried to hold was dead.

“How...” Her voice was shaking, but somehow accepting, as if she knew this would happen someday. “How did it happen?”

I was sure my blood froze up at those words. “Kira... but... Kira is gone, now... it’s over.” It wasn’t a lie, was it? Kira had taken over him. Kira wasn’t the real Light. It was impossible.

I felt her shrink, her body tensing into itself and away from me, and she was sobbing. “I... Kira... it makes me sick to think I ever admired... he... he took away my Light...”

“Stop,” I snapped. I couldn’t start thinking about that - she’d fallen in love with him when he was Kira, and she helped him - we knew, because he called her name as he was dying - and now she had no idea. “Don’t... don’t talk, just...” She barely sounded human as she cried, harder now as I tried comforting her. I stroked her hair, drew her close and hushed her, and all the while I felt like such a hypocrite, because I was the one that killed him.

I was completely unprepared for what she did next. “I want to see him... won’t you let me see him?” She ran her fingers down my chest, and I was taken aback by what she appeared to be doing. She slipped her hand underneath my jacket, and my mind stupidly went to all the things that could have meant, until I realized she seemed to be searching for something. She stopped, looked away, and smiled again. “...Where are you hiding it? Silly... you think I believe a policeman would walk around unarmed? It’s nothing to be scared of, Matsu. I just want to see Light.”