Fic: Metamorphosis
Title: Metamorphosis
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Mikami, Matsuda, Light Yagami
Genre: gen; vignette
Prompt: #10 Death, Dark table for
12_stories
Word count: 209
Summary: It's the end of the world, and nobody feels fine.
Note: I feel a bit like cheating with this prompt. The characters are mentioned just in passing, but Matsuda is still in here, so the challenge is duly fulfilled. It appears that liking a character and being able to write him properly do not necessary coincide. In fact, this fic is constructed from a few old pieces of text (written about 5 years ago) that I found in my backup files. A third-rate dumbfic in a long row of alikes, but I still sort of like its structure... ~_~;
For a moment, the world freezes and stays still; then it swirls, cracks, and breaks apart.
And Teru Mikami feels the icy hollowness filling his insides, choking him, dividing by zero the very meaning of his whole life. His mind is fractured and falling apart.
It's stunning.
And Touta Matsuda feels the fury starting to seethe in his vessels, intoxicating him with unfamiliar uncontrollable violence, breaking down the bonds of subordination and loyalty and common sense. The piercing resentment tears his heart to shreds.
It's suffocating.
And Light Yagami feels nothing but savage, wild horror when he rolls on the floor, dirty, miserable, null, not even trying to stop the bleeding from the holes in his once perfect, well-groomed body. His lifework and his very life itself are collapsing, and in the end, he just stops being altogether.
Forever.
The world is not the same. But it remains and carries on.
...When shy rays of light peep tentatively through the ventilation wall opening, through the dim glass of the window on the roof, and illuminate the bleak interiors of the building, it's empty and dismal as ever.
It's the sunrise of the 29th of January 2010... and the first day of the long awaited advent of the New World.
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Mikami, Matsuda, Light Yagami
Genre: gen; vignette
Prompt: #10 Death, Dark table for
12_stories
Word count: 209
Summary: It's the end of the world, and nobody feels fine.
Note: I feel a bit like cheating with this prompt. The characters are mentioned just in passing, but Matsuda is still in here, so the challenge is duly fulfilled. It appears that liking a character and being able to write him properly do not necessary coincide. In fact, this fic is constructed from a few old pieces of text (written about 5 years ago) that I found in my backup files. A third-rate dumbfic in a long row of alikes, but I still sort of like its structure... ~_~;
For a moment, the world freezes and stays still; then it swirls, cracks, and breaks apart.
And Teru Mikami feels the icy hollowness filling his insides, choking him, dividing by zero the very meaning of his whole life. His mind is fractured and falling apart.
It's stunning.
And Touta Matsuda feels the fury starting to seethe in his vessels, intoxicating him with unfamiliar uncontrollable violence, breaking down the bonds of subordination and loyalty and common sense. The piercing resentment tears his heart to shreds.
It's suffocating.
And Light Yagami feels nothing but savage, wild horror when he rolls on the floor, dirty, miserable, null, not even trying to stop the bleeding from the holes in his once perfect, well-groomed body. His lifework and his very life itself are collapsing, and in the end, he just stops being altogether.
Forever.
The world is not the same. But it remains and carries on.
...When shy rays of light peep tentatively through the ventilation wall opening, through the dim glass of the window on the roof, and illuminate the bleak interiors of the building, it's empty and dismal as ever.
It's the sunrise of the 29th of January 2010... and the first day of the long awaited advent of the New World.