[private]

Jun 28, 2009 10:32

The capital of the Japanese Autonomous Oblast is a sprawling city of not quite a million people - and almost all of it is tents. Everyone in it knows how important it is never to be cornered, to have as many exits available as you can find, or make. June is shading into cool, melting subarctic summer, and along with the endless mosquitoes - at ( Read more... )

non-canon, ic, sayu, thread

Leave a comment

siafukira June 28 2009, 20:18:46 UTC
Fortunately, Light is staring at the textbook in his lap - unseeing, but still staring at it - and doesn't see her appear out of nowhere. It's Ryuk who sees her, and her name, and boggles, drifting over to her all invisible.

At the same time, Light hears the scuffle of frightened feet on a dirt floor. Thinking she came through the flap of door without him noticing - how did someone get in here without me hearing them? - then he sees the sari, and doesn't quite stare. He's rail-thin, hollow-faced, and she is not. She looks healthier than anyone he's seen in years, with no sign of the strained, shared insanity that's common to the camp.

Not in a million years would he begin to recognise her. But Ryuk is flitting side-to-side around her like a bat, peering into her face, at least keeping out of line-of-sight. Usually, when he plays up this way, it means someone's about to die. But this is more; this is unprecedented for someone who's just standing there.

So much what Light does is to be professionally calm, to always know the right thing to do, to always be on duty no matter how he feels. Used to ignoring the shinigami's antics, no matter what, he asks a simple question: "Can I help you?"

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 01:37:54 UTC
"Woah, oniichan. You look awful."

Her voice is different; much deeper, and faintly hoarse, but fuller, like someone who's used to screaming for attention and being able to command it, shouting orders across a hectic room.

"Someone needs to feed you a samwich."

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 02:02:26 UTC
The ground opens up beneath him. The voice is so different, but it's also the same, and now he can see it's her - but old, too old. She's dead and she's back which means it can't be her and yet she's talking without understanding and she's alive and glowing with health and that's impossible-

Has he finally snapped, lost his mind entirely? Because there are people who do that, who see them coming and don't notice the moan and the slack, grey features and torn flesh; who lie down for death like it's a lover. Or is he hallucinating his sister over someone else entirely, probably because of-

Helpless, his eyes meet the shinigami's, who's watching Light crumble internally as if it's a rare treat. "Well, this is interesting, isn't it? Didn't think I'd see her name again. Don't do anything stupid, Light." To an outside observer, it looks as if he's spotted a spider weaving in a high corner, before looking back to her. She's not dead, not if Ryuk can see her name, not if he'd go to the lengths of warning him-

Picking up the sword from where it sits within arm's reach, he slides it through his knotted belt, and climbs to his feet. Draw and swing and spin in one motion, all his weight behind it - and his strength, which is greater. He can and will do it, if she gives him the slightest excuse.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here?"

He knows her. For all that he's so controlled and locked down, it's all over his face.

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 02:07:37 UTC
It's obvious, if she wants to admit it to herself, that this is a bad world. That Light has had a hard life, and that he's lost her and doesn't believe this is happening and really will decapitate her because he has that jumpy, fucked up look in his eye that she usually sees in her patients. Sayu holds out her hands, palms up.

"It's really very complicated. Do you have a jacket I can borrow, oniichan? I'm not dressed for the weather in this universe. Where are we, anyway?"

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 02:25:05 UTC
I'm not dressed for the weather in this- He repeats it, silent under his breath, ignoring Ryuk's quiet hyuk-hyukking; it sounds as delusional as anything he's heard. But then, wouldn't all of this have sounded that way, ten years ago?

Without taking his eyes off her, he steps backwards, fishes in a net bag hanging from a beam, and produces a blanket. It's reasonably clean, though like everything in the tent it smells of woodsmoke and dust; he sleeps under it. One-handed, he throws it to her. Maybe it will fall through her onto the floor and solve this whole affair.

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 02:27:29 UTC
It doesn't. She catches it, and wraps it around herself. It makes her look younger, like she used to when she played caterpillar in the house, charging about just like this in her purple duvet, inevitably tripping on the thing and hurting herself or breaking some object or another.

"I know this seems really improbable, but it is Sayu. I'm from another world."

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 02:33:57 UTC
He'd remember; he remembers all of it - the house, the noise, the way he'd warn her off and the way, inevitably, Sachiko would order her to behave. The way it had been so clean and warm, and food had never been an issue, and he'd never, never appreciated it. Sometimes he stares into the dark trying not to see it.

"Sayu's dead. You aren't her."

Ryuk's laughter intensifies; he fades it out.

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 02:38:14 UTC
"Sayu in this world is dead. In my world, it's you that's gone. That was a long time ago, for me. It's so good to see you alive."

If skinny. She won't comment on that again, she'll just wish she had a power bar to give him or something.

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 03:13:52 UTC
Weirdly, it's the pitying look she's trying to hide that makes it real. He remembers Sayu as younger, so young and faded and wasted at the end that she'd seemed like a child, refusing food and water and drawing down into herself to make the terror go away. And she'd got away from it, hadn't she?

Pictures flash in his mind of what he expects would have happened to him: teeth and broken fingernails and clawing, competing hands. "Wh-" Annoying, to stumble like that. "When did they get me? It was in Japan?"

That time he'd first seen them, when his security had cracked down the centre and the police had tried to contain them and he'd run and run and run, faster than he knew he could, and for longer. And by the time he'd got home he'd coughed blood and he'd been screaming and he'd fallen headlong and his clothes had been dirty and torn, and his mother had called his father home to take him aside and smack him sharply in the face and order him, oh god-

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 03:16:22 UTC
"It wasn't a 'they.' You became a police officer, like father, and you were killed in the line of duty." She tells this lie so often she's perfect at it. She believes it herself, half the time. She loves him, and she's proud of him.

"Stopping a mass murderer."

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 04:04:36 UTC
"I must have been young."

He's not shocked, but alert; every nerve ending is screaming at him that this is wrong. He wants to slice the wall of the yurt behind him and get out. He wants to put her down before she gets too close. She has no idea what they are. Well, and he only has to look at her to realise that - but - how can that be?

"If you're meant to be from some other world, why are you here?"

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 04:06:27 UTC
"About the age you are now. Maybe a little older." It's hard to tell, him being all emaciated. She shudders, and pulls the blanket tighter around herself.

"The universes have been messing me around for a little while now."

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 04:12:59 UTC
"I wish they'd mess me around. I wouldn't mind seeing some other places."

It's for himself, and for Ryuk - who snickers at the comment; he knows perfectly well Light would freak out if he found himself away from his work. Maybe it would be fun?

He wishes he could be happy to see her, but there's only one way he can think of someone being back from the dead. "Do me a favour, and -" throwing her a pillow from a stack of them beneath the net bag - "sit down."

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 04:20:46 UTC
She grabs it, and takes a seat, more gracefully than she used to be able to move. Sayu has grown into herself, finally.

"You must have missed all the fun stages. Threatening to kill my boyfriends with the notebook, being victimized by my cooking."

Reply

siafukira June 29 2009, 04:40:39 UTC
He knows perfectly well that, even if the Great Panic hadn't hit, he would never, never have mentioned the notebook to Sayu. And yet she knows; that's no random comment.

"That's not even remotely funny, Sayu."

It's something he thought he'd never, ever say again, and it's colder than it would have been back when she was alive.

Reply

smallpackaging June 29 2009, 04:44:50 UTC
"I dated a pimp. I don't think it was supposed to be funny."

She runs her hands through her short hair, and grins at him.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up