Red
I don't know where this came from, honestly. I just thought of it today, and wrote in down all in the same day. That never happens, lol. Another Rem-centric piece, centering around Misa and Rem's death. I seem to have a morbid fascination with this subject XD.
Title: Red
Fandom: Death Note
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Genre: Angst/Drama
Words: ~950
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rem, with mentions of Jealous, Misa, Light and L
Summary: Rem hated the color red. It reminded her of all that had gone wrong.
Red.
It was the color of a single balloon that disappeared into the sky one summer’s day, floating high above the heads of all the humans gathered at a long-ago festival.
It was the Cherry Blossom Festival in which Jealous first caught sight of Misa down in the human world. She was only a child then, just a delicate blossom herself, clinging to her mother’s arm. Jealous had come to the viewing portal to write down a few humans’ names in his note. He stayed there for hours, doing nothing but watching as she and her family went about their day. His death Note fell from his patchwork lap, landing forgotten in the sand at his side. His pen dangled limply between his stubby fingers. He barely noticed Rem as she came to kneel beside him.
They watched as Misa’s father tied his daughter’s balloon around her wrist so she wouldn’t lose it. They watched Misa untie the balloon when her parents weren’t looking, and they watched her cry as it floated away. A performance of traditional Japanese music put a small, serene smile back on Misa’s face. It was one of the very few times Rem had seen Misa truly smile. The smiles she put on for the cameras later in her life were fake. There was something ugly in the way she would smile at Light. There was something infinitely more ugly in the way Light would smile in return.
Misa’s parents were the next thing to float away from her. Their lives floated away in a river of spilled blood, right in front of Misa’s eyes.
Red was color of the hat Misa wore on the day she was supposed to die. A pretty hat and a pretty dress. She would have made a lovely corpse if Jealous had not sacrificed himself for her. Rem watched in helpless horror as her friend crumbled before her eyes.
She imagined she felt the way Misa must have felt as she watched her parent’s lives fall away from her.
It was for Jealous’ sake that Rem gave Misa the Death Note. She would watch over the girl and make sure her friend’s sacrifice was not in vain, and perhaps the girl could be happy again. Misa didn’t seem to care much about Jealous’ sacrifice, but Rem did not expect her to. Of course, she also had not quite expected Misa to openly express a desire to see Rem die in the same way.
Rem hadn’t planned on loving the girl as much as Jealous himself had.
Red reminded Rem of the human she despised most of all.
It was the color of the tie Light always wore. If it had not been a law that shinigami could not directly harm any human, and had it not meant Misa’s unhappiness, Rem would have taken pleasure in wrapping that tie around his neck and hanging him up by it.
It was the color of blood. Light Yagami had spilled the blood of thousands of humans, but none of those insignificant lives mattered to Rem. Misa’s life was the only one she cared about, and she knew that Light would have done away with Misa a long time ago if she had not threatened his life. He cared nothing for Misa. To him, she was just a means to an end. Light had made Misa kill again so Rem would have no choice but to kill the one they called Ryuzaki. The detective would die, and so would she. Light was trying to kill two birds with one stone.
No blood would be spilled when Light led Rem to her own death. All that would be left was a pile of sand, and her Death Note. Rem feared the ways Light might manipulate Misa after she was dead. But if she did not act, Misa could face death. Light was Misa’s world, her God and her damnation both. For a reason Rem would never understand, Light made Misa happy.
Sacrificing her life for his cause was the only thing Misa could do to make her Light happy.
Red reminded Rem of the man that would be the death of her.
It was the color of the strawberry Ryuzaki had pinched between his thumb and forefinger. If you looked at it the right way, the fruit almost resembled a human heart. Little did Ryuzaki know that it would be Rem who would stop his heart. Rem may have been a shinigami, but she was more emotive and compassionate than most. Ryuzaki was a young man, and had probably not yet seen his thirtieth year. Rem had never taken the life of someone so young. Nevertheless, it had to be done. He would be just another dead human.
Red reminded Rem of the shinigami Ryuk. His protuberant red eyes had been glistening with amusement when she first expressed her affection for Misa. Between bites of his juicy red apple, he had told her that shinigami shouldn’t have such feelings. Perhaps he was right.
Red was the color of the ink that poured from Rem’s pen as she wrote down the last two lives she would ever claim. She tried to ignore the immense pain as her body crumbled into dust. Instead, she thought of serene things. A little blond-haired girl in a red kimono with a balloon tied around her wrist. The red balloon drifted off into the sky, and Rem followed after it. She lost herself in the clouds, and there was only blackness beyond them.
Blackness.
As long as it wasn’t red.
Title: Red
Fandom: Death Note
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Genre: Angst/Drama
Words: ~950
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rem, with mentions of Jealous, Misa, Light and L
Summary: Rem hated the color red. It reminded her of all that had gone wrong.
Red.
It was the color of a single balloon that disappeared into the sky one summer’s day, floating high above the heads of all the humans gathered at a long-ago festival.
It was the Cherry Blossom Festival in which Jealous first caught sight of Misa down in the human world. She was only a child then, just a delicate blossom herself, clinging to her mother’s arm. Jealous had come to the viewing portal to write down a few humans’ names in his note. He stayed there for hours, doing nothing but watching as she and her family went about their day. His death Note fell from his patchwork lap, landing forgotten in the sand at his side. His pen dangled limply between his stubby fingers. He barely noticed Rem as she came to kneel beside him.
They watched as Misa’s father tied his daughter’s balloon around her wrist so she wouldn’t lose it. They watched Misa untie the balloon when her parents weren’t looking, and they watched her cry as it floated away. A performance of traditional Japanese music put a small, serene smile back on Misa’s face. It was one of the very few times Rem had seen Misa truly smile. The smiles she put on for the cameras later in her life were fake. There was something ugly in the way she would smile at Light. There was something infinitely more ugly in the way Light would smile in return.
Misa’s parents were the next thing to float away from her. Their lives floated away in a river of spilled blood, right in front of Misa’s eyes.
Red was color of the hat Misa wore on the day she was supposed to die. A pretty hat and a pretty dress. She would have made a lovely corpse if Jealous had not sacrificed himself for her. Rem watched in helpless horror as her friend crumbled before her eyes.
She imagined she felt the way Misa must have felt as she watched her parent’s lives fall away from her.
It was for Jealous’ sake that Rem gave Misa the Death Note. She would watch over the girl and make sure her friend’s sacrifice was not in vain, and perhaps the girl could be happy again. Misa didn’t seem to care much about Jealous’ sacrifice, but Rem did not expect her to. Of course, she also had not quite expected Misa to openly express a desire to see Rem die in the same way.
Rem hadn’t planned on loving the girl as much as Jealous himself had.
Red reminded Rem of the human she despised most of all.
It was the color of the tie Light always wore. If it had not been a law that shinigami could not directly harm any human, and had it not meant Misa’s unhappiness, Rem would have taken pleasure in wrapping that tie around his neck and hanging him up by it.
It was the color of blood. Light Yagami had spilled the blood of thousands of humans, but none of those insignificant lives mattered to Rem. Misa’s life was the only one she cared about, and she knew that Light would have done away with Misa a long time ago if she had not threatened his life. He cared nothing for Misa. To him, she was just a means to an end. Light had made Misa kill again so Rem would have no choice but to kill the one they called Ryuzaki. The detective would die, and so would she. Light was trying to kill two birds with one stone.
No blood would be spilled when Light led Rem to her own death. All that would be left was a pile of sand, and her Death Note. Rem feared the ways Light might manipulate Misa after she was dead. But if she did not act, Misa could face death. Light was Misa’s world, her God and her damnation both. For a reason Rem would never understand, Light made Misa happy.
Sacrificing her life for his cause was the only thing Misa could do to make her Light happy.
Red reminded Rem of the man that would be the death of her.
It was the color of the strawberry Ryuzaki had pinched between his thumb and forefinger. If you looked at it the right way, the fruit almost resembled a human heart. Little did Ryuzaki know that it would be Rem who would stop his heart. Rem may have been a shinigami, but she was more emotive and compassionate than most. Ryuzaki was a young man, and had probably not yet seen his thirtieth year. Rem had never taken the life of someone so young. Nevertheless, it had to be done. He would be just another dead human.
Red reminded Rem of the shinigami Ryuk. His protuberant red eyes had been glistening with amusement when she first expressed her affection for Misa. Between bites of his juicy red apple, he had told her that shinigami shouldn’t have such feelings. Perhaps he was right.
Red was the color of the ink that poured from Rem’s pen as she wrote down the last two lives she would ever claim. She tried to ignore the immense pain as her body crumbled into dust. Instead, she thought of serene things. A little blond-haired girl in a red kimono with a balloon tied around her wrist. The red balloon drifted off into the sky, and Rem followed after it. She lost herself in the clouds, and there was only blackness beyond them.
Blackness.
As long as it wasn’t red.