no reason to live (without you)
Title: No Reason To Live Without You
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 441
Summary: A shinigami watches over a human and inevitablity falls head over heels.
A/N: If you don't know what Death Note is, this probably will make little to no sense to you. Shinigami is the equivalent of a death god. I'll explain some things I didn't want to say in the story after it.
This drabble... kind of happened in half an hour. I was bored and had nothing better to do and this note next to my computer was just sitting there like: Look at me! I'm a plot! Write me! And at first i was like aw hell naw bitch this aint turnin into *another* longfic to add to my list of like, 50. but, it begged to be done. so i did it. it's not completely perfect, but... /shrugs
ps. title jacked off epik high's song. thanks sherlock lol.
also i give up on centering this shit.
He grips his pen tightly as he sits on the edge of the world.
He can hear the heavy footsteps behind him, but doesn't turn as Jonghyun grunts, voice low and husky, You're watching him again?
It's a pointless question, and it doesn't need a pointless answer. His eyes remain fixed upon the boy walking carelessly, unknowingly, flawlessly, down the street of the human world.
His life isn't your burden to bear, Jinki.
He shrugs the comment off, entranced by the boy as he smiles at another human, throws his head back and laughs.
Lee Taemin may have lost his family to murder while you were watching, but that doesn't make him your responsibility.
Jinki eventually murmurs, in hope that the shinigami will leave him, But that doesn't change the fact that I love him.
Silence, except for the cool hiss of the frigid air throwing the gray sand around them, and then he hears a sigh and the dragging of feet getting further and further away, until it's just Jinki and Taemin.
Just Jinki and Taemin, and the numbers above the boy's head ticking away, too quickly, much too quickly.
It's late in the human world. The sun has set and cast a dark blue over the city, the moon has come out to reflect itself in Taemin's eyes and cause Jinki to suck in his breath.
The numbers tick down; 27, 26, 25, 24.
Hey, kid. He shuts his eyes.You got any money on you?
23, 22, 21.
Uh, no, I--
Jinki bites his lip and his eyes open to see what he doesn't want to see.
The gun flies up to Taemin's head. Empty your pockets.
14, 13, 12.
Look, I don't want any trouble, The boy's voice is shaky, as are his hands as they raise over his head.
Jinki snatches the notebook beside him; his hands move on instinct, rushed, desperate.
The gun clicks in warning.
6, 5, 4.
Trouble my fucking ass, the man growls. But before he can lift a finger to the trigger he gasps, grips at his chest, mouth gaping as he tries to breathe.
The gun skitters to the ground and Taemin backs up against the wall of the dark alley, breathing hard from fright.
Jinki smiles. I guess this is the least I could do.
The numbers above his own head tick ominously away, as Taemin's rewrite themselves:
1,009,822,464.
It's all for you.The wind kicks and hisses around him, his hands dissolve into dust and he drops the pen, drops the notebook which falls into the world below his feet. He smiles again weakly as Taemin runs toward his house, toward safety, toward his prolonged life. It has always been for you.
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ok some other things that might not have made sense while you were reading; if you've seen Death Note, hopefully you know Misa. Misa's family died and (at least in the movie this is true) a shinigami started watching over her life. she was going to be killed by a crazy stalker, so the shinigami did something against the rules: he wrote the name of the killer in the death note, therefore killing him. because he prolonged Misa's life, he turned to sand.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 441
Summary: A shinigami watches over a human and inevitablity falls head over heels.
A/N: If you don't know what Death Note is, this probably will make little to no sense to you. Shinigami is the equivalent of a death god. I'll explain some things I didn't want to say in the story after it.
This drabble... kind of happened in half an hour. I was bored and had nothing better to do and this note next to my computer was just sitting there like: Look at me! I'm a plot! Write me! And at first i was like aw hell naw bitch this aint turnin into *another* longfic to add to my list of like, 50. but, it begged to be done. so i did it. it's not completely perfect, but... /shrugs
ps. title jacked off epik high's song. thanks sherlock lol.
also i give up on centering this shit.
He grips his pen tightly as he sits on the edge of the world.
He can hear the heavy footsteps behind him, but doesn't turn as Jonghyun grunts, voice low and husky, You're watching him again?
It's a pointless question, and it doesn't need a pointless answer. His eyes remain fixed upon the boy walking carelessly, unknowingly, flawlessly, down the street of the human world.
His life isn't your burden to bear, Jinki.
He shrugs the comment off, entranced by the boy as he smiles at another human, throws his head back and laughs.
Lee Taemin may have lost his family to murder while you were watching, but that doesn't make him your responsibility.
Jinki eventually murmurs, in hope that the shinigami will leave him, But that doesn't change the fact that I love him.
Silence, except for the cool hiss of the frigid air throwing the gray sand around them, and then he hears a sigh and the dragging of feet getting further and further away, until it's just Jinki and Taemin.
Just Jinki and Taemin, and the numbers above the boy's head ticking away, too quickly, much too quickly.
It's late in the human world. The sun has set and cast a dark blue over the city, the moon has come out to reflect itself in Taemin's eyes and cause Jinki to suck in his breath.
The numbers tick down; 27, 26, 25, 24.
Hey, kid. He shuts his eyes.You got any money on you?
23, 22, 21.
Uh, no, I--
Jinki bites his lip and his eyes open to see what he doesn't want to see.
The gun flies up to Taemin's head. Empty your pockets.
14, 13, 12.
Look, I don't want any trouble, The boy's voice is shaky, as are his hands as they raise over his head.
Jinki snatches the notebook beside him; his hands move on instinct, rushed, desperate.
The gun clicks in warning.
6, 5, 4.
Trouble my fucking ass, the man growls. But before he can lift a finger to the trigger he gasps, grips at his chest, mouth gaping as he tries to breathe.
The gun skitters to the ground and Taemin backs up against the wall of the dark alley, breathing hard from fright.
Jinki smiles. I guess this is the least I could do.
The numbers above his own head tick ominously away, as Taemin's rewrite themselves:
1,009,822,464.
It's all for you.The wind kicks and hisses around him, his hands dissolve into dust and he drops the pen, drops the notebook which falls into the world below his feet. He smiles again weakly as Taemin runs toward his house, toward safety, toward his prolonged life. It has always been for you.
----
ok some other things that might not have made sense while you were reading; if you've seen Death Note, hopefully you know Misa. Misa's family died and (at least in the movie this is true) a shinigami started watching over her life. she was going to be killed by a crazy stalker, so the shinigami did something against the rules: he wrote the name of the killer in the death note, therefore killing him. because he prolonged Misa's life, he turned to sand.