Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Everything I Touch [9]

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I pulled her up to me by the shoulders and kissed her, holding her tightly with all my might, and came.

...The problem with mind-numbingly intense sex is that it’s usually intense for reasons that make you want to throw up once it’s over.

But she was smiling, even clinging to me. I guess in some cases, the ends really do justify the means.

Months continued like this. On and off. She’d call and I’d be there for whatever she wanted to relive. I feel sort of pathetic looking back on it, realizing how much she blatantly used me, and that I had such little respect for myself that making her feel better in that way was the only way I could know that I hadn’t completely ruined everything. There was still a chance to help. Something to save. And, again, seeing her always reminded me of how cold of a person Light truly was. I needed to remember that. I never killed my best friend, because he wasn’t a friend to begin with. I needed her, too.

Time flew uncomfortably fast, and out of nowhere, the anniversary of his death arrived. Out of nowhere.

It was a solemn day, but she still asked me over after work. The subject was avoided for a while. I kept thinking how surreal it was that we’d been called earlier that day about the drug bust that happened the following Monday, at the same place. Inescapable. As if Near didn’t want us to ever forget it.

Well, screw him.

“Say, Matsu...” Misa started. She’d taken on a more serious tone. “You remember when I was a suspect. I never asked... was that evidence ever cleared?”

I didn’t know how to answer. She had no recollection of having helped Kira. I froze, unable to speak.

“It wasn’t, was it? There’s something I don’t remember, isn’t there... there’s so much I don’t remember. I don’t get it. I’m being honest, Matsu. I really don’t know what happened.”

“I know you don’t,” I assured her.

“Then there is something. You know what it is. If you didn’t, you would have said so. What was it?”

I walked right into that one, didn’t I?

I couldn’t tell her. No way. He’d called out for her as he was dying, asking her to kill us. He ratted her out. None of it was even her fault, was it? No, he used her. She was in love with him. She and everyone else.

She sighed. “He was Kira.”

“Misa, look, I can’t discuss this with you.”

“If he was Kira, then I helped him. I should have been executed by now.”

“Misa, stop it.”

“Hell, I should have been executed back in 2004. Do you realize how many times I’ve been near death, and by some miracle, or curse, I keep on living? Do you know what that’s like?”

“I work for the police, Misa. I risk my life all the time.”

“Then you should know!” she shouted. “Don’t you? Don’t you feel tortured by it?”

“Shut up!” I yelled. I stopped myself and apologized immediately, but she was already looking at me like a frightened puppy. I put my arms around her and stroked her hair. “It’s... it’s a rough day for me too, Misa. Just please. Don’t complain about your blessings.”

“Is it really a blessing, though?”

My arms stiffened around her. “It has to be.”