The World (Light/Misa, G)
Way to kill the 'weekly' part of the challenge, self! This is my (long overdue) response to the last challenge.
Fandom: Death Note
Challenge: confusion, over-thinking, always together
Challenger: aoyagi
Author: umarekawareru
Title: The World
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the series.
Characters/pairings: Misa, Light
Word count: 799 words.
Disclaimer: Death Note and its characters belong to the wonderful Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Oba.
Summary: Compared to the world, Misa likes Light better.
Author's Notes: When I sat down to write this, I realised I had practically forgotten canon, so I re-read the manga and watched the anime again, and that made me remember how much I truly love this show. Bla, bla, bla. About the fic, it's not a happy piece. I feel kind of bad for Misa, to be honest. This is short, but I hope I managed to convey what I wanted to. Also, I apologize for my compulsive use of brackets in character pieces XD I had a couple of other ideas for this challenge, but this one seemed like it fit the three prompts best, so here it is. I might write the other two sometime and post them, though, because chaineddove and doumeki are prolific and I am insanely jealous. In any case, I hope you like it, aoyagi!
Misa does not remember a lot of things about the day she met Light for the first time. No matter how hard she thinks -- and she does -- the memory always seems to slip right through her fingertips, just out of her reach. It's frustrating, and something she constantly reproaches herself for -- after all, what kind of girl forgets such important details, like how she learnt her husband's name? -- but Light doesn't really seem to think it's that big of a deal. Every time Misa tries to apologize for it, he shakes his head and tells her that it's not the past that matters, but the future.
"I love you anyway, so it doesn't matter," he says with a sigh.
(Actually, it's probably 'said' now, isn't it, whispers the little voice in the back of her head.)
Today is February 14th. The silence at home is oppressive, so Misa puts on a wig and her pair of non-prescription glasses (to avoid being recognised by random passers-by -- even though she doesn't do as many photoshoots as she used to, there are still a lot of people who recognize her at first glance) and takes the underground to Aoyama. Once there, she has no trouble navigating her way through the crowd, past a group of giggling schoolgirls and dozens of display windows decorated with hearts and ribbons, and before she realises it she's standing in front of a cafe with a blue awning -- the Blue Note.
There's something about that café that just draws her in every time -- the scent of fresh coffee, or maybe the sounds of chatter impregnating the air (or, actually, neither -- probably just a combination of Light's memory and Misa's nostalgia with a pinch of masochism thrown in). Whatever the case, she shoots the nearest waiter a smile, asks him to bring her a cup of white coffee (more milk than coffee, four sugars) and sits down at the table by the window, like she always does (and that is definitely a combination of those three things). On the other side of the window pane, everything is the colour of pink and red Valentine's Day decorations, and a pair of teenage boys lean on a nearby lamp post and whistle everytime a cute girl walks by. Misa's glasses fog up when she lifts the steaming cup to her lips and, closing her eyes, she pretends that Light will walk through the door anytime now, if she just waits a bit longer.
Light doesn't.
Misa puts down her cup and a sudden hatred stabs her, hatred and jealousy towards the couples walking past the café, arm in arm, smiling happily, completely unaware that it's all thanks to Light that they can laugh like that -- Light, who died during the capture of Kira, fighting for the future he believed in. Misa's knucles whiten as her hands strangle the cup. Her eyes sting, so she closes them -- and when she opens them again, this world still does not deserve him.
("He fought for his ideals," Matsuda said that time, vaguely, sitting on the couch in front of her and fidgeting with his hands on his lap, refusing to look her in the eye.
Even if Matsuda hadn't said it, Misa knows Light did the right thing. It hurts anyway.)
That night, she sleeps irregularly. Truth be told, she never sleeps comfortably anymore, but generally she manages to ward off insomnia for long enough to function normally in the morning. This time, however, she wakes up in the middle of the night after hearing a noise outside, and dashes out of the room, just barely managing to untangle her legs from the sheets to avoid falling. She trips over her own feet several times in her haste to get to the front door and, in the half-light that leaks into the flat through the half-open curtains, casting distorted shapes on the floor, she believes for a second that it is Light turning the key in the lock, back home after a long day at work.
It is not until she peers through the window and sees the auburn kitten playing just outside the house that she freezes in her tracks with a gasp that echoes unnaturally in the empty room. The kitten, presumably aware of her gaze, runs to hide behind some bushes, and Misa stands paralysed for a few seconds, or as long as it takes for reality to sink in for the umpteenth time. Then, she goes back to bed and lies unmoving for only God knows how long and cries and feels herself wither up and die a little bit more inside --
(-- but what a beautiful way to die, if it is for the sake of love.)
Challenge completed! Please give us another one -- remember that the first person to comment gets to request! ♥
Fandom: Death Note
Challenge: confusion, over-thinking, always together
Challenger: aoyagi
Author: umarekawareru
Title: The World
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the series.
Characters/pairings: Misa, Light
Word count: 799 words.
Disclaimer: Death Note and its characters belong to the wonderful Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Oba.
Summary: Compared to the world, Misa likes Light better.
Author's Notes: When I sat down to write this, I realised I had practically forgotten canon, so I re-read the manga and watched the anime again, and that made me remember how much I truly love this show. Bla, bla, bla. About the fic, it's not a happy piece. I feel kind of bad for Misa, to be honest. This is short, but I hope I managed to convey what I wanted to. Also, I apologize for my compulsive use of brackets in character pieces XD I had a couple of other ideas for this challenge, but this one seemed like it fit the three prompts best, so here it is. I might write the other two sometime and post them, though, because chaineddove and doumeki are prolific and I am insanely jealous. In any case, I hope you like it, aoyagi!
Misa does not remember a lot of things about the day she met Light for the first time. No matter how hard she thinks -- and she does -- the memory always seems to slip right through her fingertips, just out of her reach. It's frustrating, and something she constantly reproaches herself for -- after all, what kind of girl forgets such important details, like how she learnt her husband's name? -- but Light doesn't really seem to think it's that big of a deal. Every time Misa tries to apologize for it, he shakes his head and tells her that it's not the past that matters, but the future.
"I love you anyway, so it doesn't matter," he says with a sigh.
(Actually, it's probably 'said' now, isn't it, whispers the little voice in the back of her head.)
Today is February 14th. The silence at home is oppressive, so Misa puts on a wig and her pair of non-prescription glasses (to avoid being recognised by random passers-by -- even though she doesn't do as many photoshoots as she used to, there are still a lot of people who recognize her at first glance) and takes the underground to Aoyama. Once there, she has no trouble navigating her way through the crowd, past a group of giggling schoolgirls and dozens of display windows decorated with hearts and ribbons, and before she realises it she's standing in front of a cafe with a blue awning -- the Blue Note.
There's something about that café that just draws her in every time -- the scent of fresh coffee, or maybe the sounds of chatter impregnating the air (or, actually, neither -- probably just a combination of Light's memory and Misa's nostalgia with a pinch of masochism thrown in). Whatever the case, she shoots the nearest waiter a smile, asks him to bring her a cup of white coffee (more milk than coffee, four sugars) and sits down at the table by the window, like she always does (and that is definitely a combination of those three things). On the other side of the window pane, everything is the colour of pink and red Valentine's Day decorations, and a pair of teenage boys lean on a nearby lamp post and whistle everytime a cute girl walks by. Misa's glasses fog up when she lifts the steaming cup to her lips and, closing her eyes, she pretends that Light will walk through the door anytime now, if she just waits a bit longer.
Light doesn't.
Misa puts down her cup and a sudden hatred stabs her, hatred and jealousy towards the couples walking past the café, arm in arm, smiling happily, completely unaware that it's all thanks to Light that they can laugh like that -- Light, who died during the capture of Kira, fighting for the future he believed in. Misa's knucles whiten as her hands strangle the cup. Her eyes sting, so she closes them -- and when she opens them again, this world still does not deserve him.
("He fought for his ideals," Matsuda said that time, vaguely, sitting on the couch in front of her and fidgeting with his hands on his lap, refusing to look her in the eye.
Even if Matsuda hadn't said it, Misa knows Light did the right thing. It hurts anyway.)
That night, she sleeps irregularly. Truth be told, she never sleeps comfortably anymore, but generally she manages to ward off insomnia for long enough to function normally in the morning. This time, however, she wakes up in the middle of the night after hearing a noise outside, and dashes out of the room, just barely managing to untangle her legs from the sheets to avoid falling. She trips over her own feet several times in her haste to get to the front door and, in the half-light that leaks into the flat through the half-open curtains, casting distorted shapes on the floor, she believes for a second that it is Light turning the key in the lock, back home after a long day at work.
It is not until she peers through the window and sees the auburn kitten playing just outside the house that she freezes in her tracks with a gasp that echoes unnaturally in the empty room. The kitten, presumably aware of her gaze, runs to hide behind some bushes, and Misa stands paralysed for a few seconds, or as long as it takes for reality to sink in for the umpteenth time. Then, she goes back to bed and lies unmoving for only God knows how long and cries and feels herself wither up and die a little bit more inside --
(-- but what a beautiful way to die, if it is for the sake of love.)
Challenge completed! Please give us another one -- remember that the first person to comment gets to request! ♥