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Random drabbles :) Finished in 2 hours :D
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(1/30)
1. Waking Dreams
Sometimes, when L lies awake at night, he dreams. They are short, but not exactly pleasant.
When L dreams, his dark eyes remain open to the ceiling, but his mind shuts into a mode of something scary and uncontrollable...L often refers to his dreams as Frankensteins. Never nightmares. L doesn't get nightmares, but he knows that whenever he really sleeps, he slips into something one would call a nightmare.
L refers to it as Kira dreams. Then again, L almost never sleeps anymore. He can't afford to sleep heavily, or for prolonged periods of time. He can't afford to waste a moment; outside, another girl has been raped, maybe even on their front doorstep.
Justice is upon us.
His dreams follow a dismal pattern, happy beginnings and an ending with morbid meanings. These days, L dreams about tennis matches and chocolate panda bears. They always end with the words I am Justice.
And when L awakens from these dreams, he wonders what justice really means.
And when L rouses Raito awake afterwards, Raito wordlessly wraps his slender arms around L's bony ones in a fragile embrace and sleeps on.
Justice, L thinks, is awakening in Kira's arms.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(2/30)
2. Nature
Raito loves the world outside. In white walls of echoing lectures and bratty girlfriends, Raito dreams of walking in a storm, on a lake.
Nature makes him feel like God.
Many of his girlfriends remark on his habit of just sitting on a bench and wasting away time, life. Misa is the only one which questions it though. Raito dodges a reply by whispering You're beautiful, and pressing a hand upon the small of her back seductively. Misa swoons.
One of the only things he hated about his confinement was the lack of nature. Everyday, he would ask for the weather and L would reply, finding the questioning harmless, albeit confusing after deep, instinctive analysis. Then, he would enter his own world--and the one he believed would come very soon--and conjure images of dewy grass and clear morning skies. It was stormy and gray when he was angry; soft, mellow rain when he was melancholic.
Whoever said booksmart genius' aren't creative lied.
After his confinement, the shackles upon his wrist feel like a restiction. Raito is forbidden to go outside. The only sanctuary he has from the workoffice is a single balcony, but Raito detests the view. Down below are the wreckages of mankind, cars and busy streets and buildings. Raito turns away in disgust. Once he is God, nature will be restored.
But once in a while, Raito will find the colors of autumn placed in between crisp pages after he leaves for a moment to grab his coffee (black, no sugar or cream) and L's tea (honey and water, 5 sugar cubes per teaspoon of honey, 3 table spoons of honey for every 1/2 cup of water), or magnificent paintings of forests and birds and sky in the room which the two share.
And late at night, when L is back in the refuge of his arms, Raito falls asleep to the smell of mountain air and gentle rain.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(3/30)
3. Rose
Raito thinks of himself as a rose. Beautiful yet deadly, with silken petals the color of blood and thorns needle sharp, so does L. When L sees Raito, he instinctively finds a rose, frozen in full blossom, unable to wither away. The rose has reached it's highest peak in life.
But as L falls to the ground, mouth frozen in impending death, he sees what Raito cannot.
What goes up, must also come down.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(4/30)
4. Cemetery
The number 'four' in the Japanese language is shi, which also means death.
The Japanese instinctively cower from 'shi,' from 'four.' They skip the fourth floor, you can't have four bedrooms, only three or five. The list goes on. Superstitions go on.
But Raito embraces the number four. It starts power, fear. Shinigami starts with four. Shinigami are Gods of Death.
Raito is a God of Death. But not a Shinigami. A Kira.
He wonders what would have happened if they had named him 'Shi' instead of 'Kira.' Was he the ultimate death?
Raito remembers the cemetery near their house, just a little off ways. They got their house for half off because of that cemetery. After all, the Japanese are very superstitious people.
Not Raito.
On stormy nights, his father would spin tales of dread and horror from that cemetery, from the weeping willow in that far corner, to the huge marble '4' tombstone of another. Raito would repeat them to Sayu, but in a revised scarier. She would listen with trepidation, eyes wide and fearful, body curled up near him.
Even as a child, he loved the power of fear.
But L, L was not superstitious. No, L was not even Japanese.
L was simply...L.
They would trade ghost stories on sleepless nights, feeling a bit foolish and like children. But they would go higher, higher, higher, their natural competitiveness until finally, they would call quits.
L would return to a waking dreamer, Raito would sit and listen to the sound of pseudo-sleep in the room until L would roll over to him.
Raito would then listen to L's nightmares, the ones which plagued him even in Raito's arms.
And Raito would feel power, the power to scare. If he could scare L, he could scare anyone.
But when he saw L's glassy, on the verge of death eyes, he realized that being scared and fearing someone are two very different things.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(1/30)
1. Waking Dreams
Sometimes, when L lies awake at night, he dreams. They are short, but not exactly pleasant.
When L dreams, his dark eyes remain open to the ceiling, but his mind shuts into a mode of something scary and uncontrollable...L often refers to his dreams as Frankensteins. Never nightmares. L doesn't get nightmares, but he knows that whenever he really sleeps, he slips into something one would call a nightmare.
L refers to it as Kira dreams. Then again, L almost never sleeps anymore. He can't afford to sleep heavily, or for prolonged periods of time. He can't afford to waste a moment; outside, another girl has been raped, maybe even on their front doorstep.
Justice is upon us.
His dreams follow a dismal pattern, happy beginnings and an ending with morbid meanings. These days, L dreams about tennis matches and chocolate panda bears. They always end with the words I am Justice.
And when L awakens from these dreams, he wonders what justice really means.
And when L rouses Raito awake afterwards, Raito wordlessly wraps his slender arms around L's bony ones in a fragile embrace and sleeps on.
Justice, L thinks, is awakening in Kira's arms.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(2/30)
2. Nature
Raito loves the world outside. In white walls of echoing lectures and bratty girlfriends, Raito dreams of walking in a storm, on a lake.
Nature makes him feel like God.
Many of his girlfriends remark on his habit of just sitting on a bench and wasting away time, life. Misa is the only one which questions it though. Raito dodges a reply by whispering You're beautiful, and pressing a hand upon the small of her back seductively. Misa swoons.
One of the only things he hated about his confinement was the lack of nature. Everyday, he would ask for the weather and L would reply, finding the questioning harmless, albeit confusing after deep, instinctive analysis. Then, he would enter his own world--and the one he believed would come very soon--and conjure images of dewy grass and clear morning skies. It was stormy and gray when he was angry; soft, mellow rain when he was melancholic.
Whoever said booksmart genius' aren't creative lied.
After his confinement, the shackles upon his wrist feel like a restiction. Raito is forbidden to go outside. The only sanctuary he has from the workoffice is a single balcony, but Raito detests the view. Down below are the wreckages of mankind, cars and busy streets and buildings. Raito turns away in disgust. Once he is God, nature will be restored.
But once in a while, Raito will find the colors of autumn placed in between crisp pages after he leaves for a moment to grab his coffee (black, no sugar or cream) and L's tea (honey and water, 5 sugar cubes per teaspoon of honey, 3 table spoons of honey for every 1/2 cup of water), or magnificent paintings of forests and birds and sky in the room which the two share.
And late at night, when L is back in the refuge of his arms, Raito falls asleep to the smell of mountain air and gentle rain.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(3/30)
3. Rose
Raito thinks of himself as a rose. Beautiful yet deadly, with silken petals the color of blood and thorns needle sharp, so does L. When L sees Raito, he instinctively finds a rose, frozen in full blossom, unable to wither away. The rose has reached it's highest peak in life.
But as L falls to the ground, mouth frozen in impending death, he sees what Raito cannot.
What goes up, must also come down.
Pairing: LxRaito
Fandom:Death Note
(4/30)
4. Cemetery
The number 'four' in the Japanese language is shi, which also means death.
The Japanese instinctively cower from 'shi,' from 'four.' They skip the fourth floor, you can't have four bedrooms, only three or five. The list goes on. Superstitions go on.
But Raito embraces the number four. It starts power, fear. Shinigami starts with four. Shinigami are Gods of Death.
Raito is a God of Death. But not a Shinigami. A Kira.
He wonders what would have happened if they had named him 'Shi' instead of 'Kira.' Was he the ultimate death?
Raito remembers the cemetery near their house, just a little off ways. They got their house for half off because of that cemetery. After all, the Japanese are very superstitious people.
Not Raito.
On stormy nights, his father would spin tales of dread and horror from that cemetery, from the weeping willow in that far corner, to the huge marble '4' tombstone of another. Raito would repeat them to Sayu, but in a revised scarier. She would listen with trepidation, eyes wide and fearful, body curled up near him.
Even as a child, he loved the power of fear.
But L, L was not superstitious. No, L was not even Japanese.
L was simply...L.
They would trade ghost stories on sleepless nights, feeling a bit foolish and like children. But they would go higher, higher, higher, their natural competitiveness until finally, they would call quits.
L would return to a waking dreamer, Raito would sit and listen to the sound of pseudo-sleep in the room until L would roll over to him.
Raito would then listen to L's nightmares, the ones which plagued him even in Raito's arms.
And Raito would feel power, the power to scare. If he could scare L, he could scare anyone.
But when he saw L's glassy, on the verge of death eyes, he realized that being scared and fearing someone are two very different things.