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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Charity Case

Author: @owl-mug

For: @ironblowtorch

Pairings/Characters: Beyond Birthday, L Lawliet

Rating/Warnings: Teen & up (language, mentions of attempted suicide)

Prompt: Beyond Birthday anything!! What does he think now that he’s older, as time passes, about his life?

Author’s notes: Hello Kira!! I hope you like your gift!! <3

“You look awful.”

“Why, thank you,” Beyond showed off the brand-new scars littering his limbs with a ballerina twirl before falling into the metal chair set out for him, just across a matching table from L. His balance was thrown off with his hands cuffed together in front of him, but he thought he managed to stick the landing quite gracefully regardless. “I’d say the same to you. Are those eyebags getting darker?”

L’s expression didn’t shift an inch as B grinned at him.

“Oh, come on,” B prodded. “Don’t tell me you can dish it but can’t take it?”

“I was making an observation.”

“Ah, so you’ve grown boring in your old age. Got it! Well then. To what do I owe your company?” B preened, wriggling his shoulders and rolling his neck as he relaxed against his chair. What a day to not have burned to death! L was here – exactly where B wanted him. This could only mean one thing, right? He’d finally intrigued the old man? Oh! How sweet that admittance would be.

But L just tapped the pads of his fingers against his denim-clad knees, which were hiked up against his chest as usual. Some things never change, B mused. The man that had been occupying his thoughts for years, now materialized across from him, still looked just like the child B used to pester at Wammy’s. Probably still acts like one, too, even if he won’t admit it. B stifled a laugh to himself.

“You’ve caught me in an act of charity,” L finally said. “Your stunt concerned me.”

“An act of charity!” B echoed, letting out that laugh from earlier with a wave of his chained hands. “Oh, L, you’re as hilarious as ever. That’s a good one. But yes, seeing you is a good start, I’ll admit. And your concern isn’t warranted! I’m fine, really.”

L raised an eyebrow as he looked B up and down, eyes raking over his scars once more. He didn’t so much as crack a smile. “A good start?”

“Yes! Now you get to tell me all the things I want to hear.”

“Like what?”

B began to count off on his fingers. One: “How much fun you had solving the case,” Two: “How much it thrilled you to mark me down as a suspect,” Three: “How challenging it was, how it was the most challenging case you’ve ever had, actually,” After a moment of hesitation, he tallied off a fourth finger. Yeah, those were two different compliments. And then a fifth: “How sad you are to know that you’ll never be able to see what happens next, now that I’m stuck here,” He pushed his hands forward, one hanging limp and one with its palm out toward L. He wiggled the fingers of that displayed hand and grinned, self-satisfied. “That’s five things you could say to me right now. You can add more if you want, though. I won’t mind.”

L watched B’s waggling fingers, his own thumb prodding at his lip. “I could say those things. But then I’d be lying.”

“You’ve never had a problem with lying,” B stood up to lean across the table, the hard edge digging into his hips, and push his hands closer to L. He stopped only when the table wouldn’t allow him to bend any further. Despite his strain, the action garnered no reaction. With an exasperated huff, B quickly gave up and tipped himself back into his chair, letting his hands drop into his lap.

“What if I’ve changed?” Came L’s response. He still wasn’t displaying any good tells – none that B recognized, at least. But even so, his statement was a difficult lie to buy.

“Pssh, I’ve known you since we were toddlers. You’d lie about everything from whether or not you’d already gotten desert to what color underwear you were wearing. You love lying too much to just stop,” He chattered with a smirk. Yes, he knew L – and L knew he knew him, so he’d give up the game eventually. Surely.

And he almost missed it, but the corner of L’s lip quirked up behind his thumb for half a second. Beyond’s smirk shifted into a genuine smile. There he was, the real L, coming out to play.

“Alright, so I’m still a liar,” L conceded. His face remained blank but now there was a glimmer of something in his eyes – amusement? Affection? Would Beyond be so bold as to dream it so? “But I’ve always been honest with you, haven’t I? Ever since we were toddlers?”

Ugh. Beyond groaned and sunk further down in his chair. Obviously, this approach wasn’t working well enough. He’d have to find another way to pry the words out of L. “Alright, fine,” He said. “I don’t want you to repeat any of those things back to me anyway. I want to hear what you really thought.”

“I told you that already. I’m concerned that you set yourself on fire.”

“Bullshit!” Beyond shouted. His legs kicked against the concrete floor wildly as he scrambled to push himself upright again. “The Great Detective L gained a sense of empathy? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know who you’re talking about,” L replied cooly. “I’m Ryuzaki.”

“What?” B’s face twisted in confusion. This…is what L was going to argue with him about? Damn. The conversation was leaving B with fucking whiplash. “No, you’re not. That’s my alias,” He insisted, stomping his foot to punctuate his point. Fucking bastard – can’t he let B have anything?

“Not anymore. I defeat you, I take the name. That’s how it worked with Coil and Deneuve, too,” L calmly responded, and he had the audacity to look smug while doing so. It was the first authentic expression he’d shown all day and it was while trying to gloat in B’s goddamn face. It was probably purposeful, probably just to piss him off.

Well. It was working.

“You didn’t defeat me, this wasn’t some sort of battle. And even if it was you’d be missing the important detail that I’m not a fucking detective,” B sneered. “You wish you’d won something. But since you didn’t, you don’t get to use Ryuzaki. It’s mine.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not Rue Ryuzaki, the private detective investigating with Naomi Misora?” L’s eyes widened as he feigned innocence. “Misora was working with me and she solved the case first. By proxy, that means I solved it first. I did, in fact, win.”

“‘I did, in fact, win,’” B pitched his voice as high as it would go and mimicked L with his lip curled. As L reacted with an incredibly mature roll of his goddamned eyes, B’s expression shifted to a pout and he slumped back in his chair. “Sounds more like a victory for Naomi, technically. Maybe she should be Ryuzaki.”

“Oh, well, she’s not a detective. She’s police. She doesn’t qualify for it.”

B groaned and dropped his forehead to the table, then let his lead rock so he was resting on his cheek instead. The metal was cold against his flushed skin as he glared up at L. He’d forgotten how horribly grating conversation with the other could be. “Fine then. What do you want, Ryuzaki? Because if all you’re here to do is brag I’ll start screaming and tell the guards you tried to attack me.”

“No, you won’t, you want me here too much,” L’s thumb was pressed against his lips again and he was definitely smiling behind it now. A small smile, but B saw it nonetheless. He knew how to read L after all those childhood years together. And right now? This bastard was fucking amused. But not in the way B wanted him to be.

“I didn’t ask for you to come. You showed up on your own. To gloat,” B complained. “If I wasn’t cuffed right now, I’d wipe that fucking smile right off your ugly face.”

“Ugly? Is that why you put so much effort into impersonating it?”

Feeling something akin to rage, Beyond squeezed his eyes shut and pushed himself upright. How hard was it going to be for L to just give B what he wanted? Why else would he even be here? He slammed his hands flat on the table and the sound of the chain clanging against the surface was loud enough to make L flinch. Ha, little victories.

“What do you want?” B demanded again. “You couldn’t be bothered to come and see me when I was literally killing people. When your associate was in danger. So why now, huh? Because you haven’t said anything yet that couldn’t have been said over a phone call, monitored or not.”

“Wrong,” L deadpanned, then proceeded to dodge the question again. “I have alluded to things that wouldn’t have been safe to say in that sort of scenario. For example, the fact that I have three aliases.”

In response, B let out a strange noise that was a half scream, half growl – then somewhere in his brain someone flicked a switch – and the exclamation morphed into a laugh. He fell backward, clutching at his chest as best he could and cackling at the ceiling. God, they really could bicker for ages, couldn’t they?

“You haven’t changed at all,” He mumbled fondly as his amusement faded, slumped against the back of his chair once more. “So…what? You just want to catch up, then? Did you miss your dear old friend Beyond?”

“Truthfully…” L started, dark eyes skimming upwards towards the ceiling (like they always did when he said something he didn’t want to admit, B noted). “There’s been one part I left out so far. I came to congratulate you.”

Oh? B allowed himself a grin. Don’t get too cocky yet. That didn’t work last time. “By all means then…” He drawled. “Please continue.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You wanted my attention, and you got it. And not for empathetic reasons. Congratulations,” L said. His eyes remained glued to the ceiling.

Giddiness bubbled in B’s chest. All he’d ever wanted was to get this stupid man’s attention, and his continuing lack of success at doing so always led him to attempt subsequent measures more and more drastic than the last. But he’d finally done it. He’d finally done it. And L was finally admitting it. “And what exactly caught your attention, if I might ask? The puzzles? The gruesome bodies?” He twisted his fingers into a cradle that he then dropped his chin into. His toothy smile was fat, satiated.

“None of those things, actually,” L’s gaze finally dropped from the ceiling and returned to meet B’s eyes as he delivered the blow. “I didn’t care for your puzzles and I have no interest in excessively violent scenes. You surprised me when you decided to set yourself on fire, that’s all. It was a move I didn’t expect you to take.”

The giddy bubbles in B’s chest popped, and his grin twisted into a frown. So, L had been telling the truth. Despite everything B had done up until that point, up until the fire – he truly still hadn’t gotten L to spare him a second glance. The attempt on his own life had been a last-ditch effort to catch the man’s eye, he’d admit that, but he hadn’t really thought that everything he’d done so far was insignificant. He’d just been…trying to put the final nail in the coffin, as the saying goes. That was all. Even though he thought he was going to die, at least he’d been embracing death believing he’d succeeded.

Clearly, though, he’d been wrong. But the fact that L had turned to look at all…that was some sort of silver lining, right? Not that B was ever very good at looking for those.

“So, this is a pity visit, you freak. You’re coming to see dear old Beyond, who tried to kill himself in the aftermath of his ‘idol’s’ rejection, hm? So I am a fucking charity case, huh? That wasn’t a fucking joke?” B snapped. Yes, L’s head had turned, but not because he’d noticed B’s exceptional smarts. It’d truly just been because he felt bad for B.

That was almost worse than getting no attention at all.

But L sighed, exasperated, and pressed his thumb back against his lip so hard that the top one lifted. “This is not a pity visit, B. You did something I didn’t expect. It caught my interest. I thought that’s what you’ve wanted all along?”

“I want to defeat you,” B corrected. “I’m going to be better than you. I don’t need your praise.”

“I thought this wasn’t a battle?” L cocked his head and the tease hung in the air. But B just glared at him. He was tired of bickering. After one long minute, L breathed in deeply. “Oh well. Alright then. It’s not like I had much praise to give, anyway,” He furrowed his ugly thin brows and tilted his head towards the ceiling in fake concentration. After B continued to give him the silent treatment, he let his eyes flit curiously over in the other man’s direction.

Nothing else to say? The eyes taunted. Still, B gave him nothing.

L held his gaze for a moment before looking back to the ceiling. Humiliatingly defeated, B scowled and lowered his head so that his fingers could scratch at his hair. This was the most excruciating conversation he’d ever had.

“Well, I should probably head out, then.”

Good. Still looking down, watching bits of dandruff fall onto his lap, B heard L shift in his chair. The other man’s feet hit the ground with a soft thump. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” He mumbled. He then shifted his head, tilting it so that one eye peeked up at L through strands of wavy hair. “Actually, I take that back. I hope you trip and fall on your flat ass.”

“Mhm, same to you,” L shrugged, hands in his pockets as he approached the private visiting room’s door. But as he placed a hand on the doorknob he paused abruptly, throwing his pointer finger in the air like he was fucking Einstein having a fucking Eureka! moment. Christ, what is it now? B grimaced, but L didn’t keep him anticipating for long.

“Oh, by the way…your release date is a week from now.”

“My fucking what?” B twisted his head further to the side. Both of his eyes narrowed at L’s back, the other man still holding that stupid pose. What a sick fucking joke - B was sentenced for life.

“Plans changed. You’re getting out in a week,” L finally turned and his owlish eyes bored into B’s once more. There was most definitely something excited in them, this time. The joy of a kid reuniting with a long-lost favorite toy was impossible to mistake.

And of course B didn’t miss it – he knew L back to front, remember?

As his heart began to beat wildly, he grinned. “There’s the L I know,” He crooned.

“Hm? Oh, this has nothing to do with me,” The detective shrugged. Beyond watched the shape of his mouth as the lie rolled off L’s tongue with expertise. “Just try not to get into too much trouble once you’re out, yes? You’ll be under parole.”

B chuckled, flames igniting in his chest. Fragments of plans ran through his head, all the things he could try, all the ways he could make L’s life hell. “Oh, never. Of course not. I’m perfectly well behaved,” He sat up and rolled his neck, setting off a chain reaction of crackling pops! following the movement.

Wonderfully, excitingly, L was grinning back at him now. “I’m well aware. But if something were to happen…” L rolled his eyes back to the door, the delicate muscles in his fingers tensed in anticipation of turning the knob. “Don’t get caught by anyone other than me.”

“Ha!” B barked. Violent laughter took over his body as the door slammed shut behind the detective, now vanished, just like the figment of B’s imagination he almost believed the other man was. But no – that was L, the real L, the L he grew up with and loved so dearly.

And his L was ready to play with him again.

Of course not, Lawliet, He thought smugly as a guard replaced L’s presence in the room, gripping B’s arm tight and pulling him up out of his chair. Anything I do will be for you.

He whistled a jaunty tune on the trip back to his cell.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #beyond birthday #L Lawliet #owl-mug #ironblowtorch #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Artist: @fandom-fae

For: @dillyfirestarter

Prompt: “7. Forgive me for my 2000’s terminology, I’ve never worked out what the 2020’s updated term for this is - but make sexist Obha upset and genderbend some of his competent male characters into equally competant female characters!”

Artist’s notes: i’m always happy for any excuse to draw genderbent versions of death note characters, so i was very very excited when i read this prompt!! i hope you’ll like it! i can’t tell how recognisable the characters are, so i’ll list them here: in order from left to right the characters are mello, near, light, beyond & L!!

#submission #fanart #death note #mihael keehl #nate river #L Lawliet #Light Yagami #beyond birthday #fandom-fae #dillyfirestarter #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Artist: @the-spaceplace

For: @mapsareforbraindeads

Prompt: Naomi arresting BB in the hotel room

Artist’s notes: I had a lot of fun playing with a limited color palette, hope you like it!!

#fanfiction #fanart #submission #death note #naomi misora #beyond birthday #the-spaceplace #mapsareforbraindeads #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Artist: @passiunclepaltry

For: @realtruesuccessor

Prompt: Genderbend Light, Misa, and/or Near

Artist’s notes: this was really fun, and gave me a chance to play around with the weird kind of layer-y thing light’s hair has going on! you said any combo, so i took that and ran with it- i’m sorry if that’s not really what you meant!! love me some problematic girlbosses,, thank you for the prompt!!

#fanart #death note #submission #light yagami #misa amane #passiunclepaltry #realtruesuccessor #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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Artist: @pinkmalus

For: @fandom-fae

Prompt: Misa and Beyond Birthday sleepover :)

Artist’s notes: I was so happy to get you as my Kira because I had actually done a similar piece with Misa and Mello before! I hope you like it!! :)

#death note #fanfiction #fanart #submission #beyond birthday #misa amane #pinkmalus #fandom-fae #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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L is for Love

Author: @ironblowtorch

For: @shin-knee-gami

Pairings/Characters: Lawlight, Remisa, Light Yagami, L, Rem, Misa

Rating/Warnings: T, homophobic/self-hating gay boy Light, slight horror elements

Prompt: Lawlight au where either L or Light is a merman!!

Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy this story!! I had such a fun time writing it! I wish I had the time to write more, I love how L didn’t try to hide any part of himself from Light! Mermaid AU’s are my new favorite! Enjoy!

When his father first had told him they would be getting away to an ocean town for the summer, Light imagined warm beach sand and gentle waves along his toes as the soft breeze carried away his worries. Instead they were unpacking the car next to some humid looking swamp… a saltwater swamp.

“I thought you told me this town was tropical…” Light muttered as he was handed their bags to help carry into the apartment. His father gave him his best ‘be quiet, this is how it’s going to be’ look and waved him off once his hands were full. Light frowned and turned to start making the trek to the top floor their last minute housing happened to be situated in.

For once, it was just the two of them out here for the entire summer together without his sister or mother… Light didn’t really know what to make of the whole thing. This past year… his entire life had completely turned upside down and gone downhill, it had fallen fully off track and out of Light’s control. So his father packed them both up, just the two of them, picked a police assignment on the other side of Japan, and drove them there the first day of summer vacation. Light wasn’t used to getting so much time alone with his father, and while he looked up to the man greatly, he really just wanted to spend the summer reading or getting ready for his college entrance exams. His dad, in a very uncharacteristic act, banned all school and college work. He said it was time Light took a break from all that for once and relaxed, made friends, and lived different parts of his life. Light hated the idea but hoped maybe he could at least help with the police case. He also wondered why he couldn’t do any of this with Sayu or his mom around, but his dad explained she had to have some serious homework and housework to complete this summer. She had been opposite her brother, and had been slacking all year hanging with her friends.

His dad was always very open and obvious about the roles he wanted for his kids. Light the perfect son, a model copy of Soichiro who would follow in his footsteps one day. Sayu got a much less intense job of a perfect wife and mom, Light thought. Then again he didn’t really want to be responsible for the grandkids. But considering the new information that got leaked and led to him being here, Light figured kids were off the table for him anyway.

He huffed and he lifted his heavy suitcase over the final step. He knew he over packed all his outfits, but he really didn’t know what to bring! He had never been away from home for so long before. It did look like it would turn out to be a good thing for him though, considering the swamp brought a colder chill than the warm summer ocean. How dare his own dad glamorize the nature of this small ugly town he was stuck in. This place was not a vacation town at all!

He didn’t want to leave his sister, he didn’t want to relax and stop working towards the future, he didn’t want to break out of his comfort zone… but as he glared at the front door to this musty apartment, he figured he had no other choice now.

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When Light comes back outside, he notices his father is no longer unpacking the car. He spots him across the street at another apartment, having a nice chat with an old man. He decides now is a good time to take a moment to explore the swamp a bit. Light knows his dad can get roped into longer chats with strangers, and he’s curious about what the water might look like out near the dock out past the trees. After putting his phone and new door keys in his pockets, he hurried down the path that curves around the building and into the tunnel of trees.

The smell of wet moss and dirt is overwhelming, it would be comforting to someone who called a place like this home. Light is not that person, he had never been anywhere close to this much nature and water and… wet. He lived his entire life in the same house near the city. The marchy muddy path under his crisp white sneakers made his face curl in disgust. As soon as he saw what the ocean looked like at the dock he would turn back and possibly avoid this area altogether the entire summer. He could just travel to the other side of town where the resort was so he could get a nice tan and read (for fun, not for school) by the water. That sounded like a much better plan. He only needed to do this once.

He followed the muddy path down until the fireflies and sky lit up a dock sticking out into the water. He sighed as he took in the surprisingly lovely sight. He let his feet carry him down to the dock and he even chose to sit on the edge, his feet hanging just above the water surface. The waves only grew bigger with each crash against the rocky and marshy shore.

He let himself sit for at least an hour, the smell becoming calming and the noises around him filling him with a sense of peace he would never find in the city.

He breathed the fresh air and then pulled himself up, enjoying the quiet yet loud ocean noises. Maybe he will come back to this place….

Just as he turned to leave, he heard movement in the water… Like something large was swimming. He gasped and held his breath as he slowly backed away. He had read that furious alligators and crocodiles lived in the saltwater… oh no… he thought he saw a green tail… no, not green… blue?

What would have a blue tail in a swamp? He paused and kept quiet, finding himself more curious than scared suddenly. Maybe he spotted something rare…

Suddenly, the tail slowly moving through the water flicked and a huge splash erupted from the water! Light yelled as he was instantly soaked and he fell onto his back. What was that!

“Who dares come to my swamp???” He suddenly heard in a voice like the sound of rain hitting the ground, sharp and loud yet somehow calm and firm. He gasped and quickly pulled himself up, running but falling against a tree. “There is no use in running, human. I already saw your face. You are wise to leave before I bite you clean in half.” He heard the voice hiss, and when he looked back to the water, he spotted a head popping out of the water. Oh god, what was that? He felt himself scream as he met the gray eyes staring at him. The face he saw looked human but… different. Blue and green scales were covering the cheeks, the mouth was thin and slimy. His eyes… so full of emotion. The black mess of hair on his head looked like it had never been brushed… his eyes traveled down… he saw the bare human chest slowly melt down into a… a tail! The blue green tail was that of an alligator, curling slowly at the end.

No way… he was dreaming he was… he was totally imagining this… no way… there was no way a mermaid was talking to him….

“Did you not hear me?? GO NOW!” The voice shouted and Light couldn’t have ran faster up the mudded path.

He ran and then found himself back in the parking lot, panting and out of air. “Oh my god… no… no way…” he kept muttering, completely in shock from what he just saw.

After a minute he felt a hand on his back and he jumped but then saw his dad above him. “Son? Are you alright? I was just coming to find you… did you go on a long walk? You look tired…”

Light swallowed all his fear and pushed his hair back. “I… I’m fine. Hi dad. It’s alright… Can we go back to the apartment?”

His dad didn’t look convinced but slowly nodded. “Yes yes… I need to tell you about this party for teens you must go to tonight…”

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And now here he was. Trapped. He was positive he was being punished this summer. His dad must hate him. He was being forced to attend the local teen party. It was awful… it even had a theme. It was an American Style BBQ. But it was raining so hard all the food was undercooked and not at all BBQ. He wanted to die.

Light stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, his fingers wrapped around a root beer bottle that was supposed to hide the fact he would never touch a drink until he could order it in the bar. He knew no one here and it unsettled him. Back home, at least before he was forcefully outed, he was popular! He knew each guy in the room. Speaking of which, this room was only full of guys…

Light had learned that the old man his father had been chatting up while Light was daydreaming up fish men in the swamp so happened to be the sheriff in town. He also owned the local orphanage and housed pretty much the entire teen population in town. Almost all of them are smart, young, boys. Of course it was full of boys. He helped out kids who had nowhere to go and forced them to work as cops when they grew up. (At least that’s what Light had gathered and would gossip.)

There was one boy his father wanted him to meet, the old man’s adopted son. He was the local popular boy it seemed because Light had been hunting for the damn kid for an hour with no luck. His name was Ryuzaki, and his dad mentioned he would be late. Light thought four hours late was just rude though.

All of a sudden, he spotted the only girl in town it seemed. She was absolutely beautiful with a goth look to her style, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she hopped to the music and walked around the crowd towards where Light was standing.

“HEEEYY! You’re that new kid! Oh thank god, I was soooo bored~! I was just in the other room painting Ryuzaki’s nails… haha he’s never going to get that gel polish off him….” She laughed evilly then covered her mouth. “OH! Where are my manners…. I’m Misa Amane. I live here in Whammy’s house. You’re Light, right? Let’s go sit over here so we can chat like real friends do!” Before Light could even smile at her she had grabbed him and started to pull him to the crowd.

Soon enough they were sitting at a large couch tucked away by the front door. It actually was a lot quiet despite everyone walking in and out. He wasn’t sure what to make of the whole thing. “So… You know Ryuzaki? I’ve been looking for him…” Light admitted as he took a sip of the now flat root beer.

Misa smirked happily and leaned in. “Yup! Who doesn’t know him? He’s Like, the most popular guy here, and we are waaay overpopulated on guys here. I guess now that you’re in town we finally have someone else to talk about. Though, the two of you… you’re so alike somehow…”

Misa smirked and looked over Light carefully, then nodded. “Yup, you’re just like Ryuzaki. The sheriff’s son, a perfect student, smart and quirky. Though you are a lot… more well groomed than him though. But you both are still really popular! He has guys and gals going goo goo Gaga over him always.” She giggled. “Ryuzaki is very introverted but since his grandpa is in charge of him, and is super busy running the town and keeping everything calm, he has to be out and about all the time. He is always late cause he always has somewhere to be.” She shrugged. “Who knows if he’s single or not I guess, he’s kinda closed off for a popular guy.”

“Well, Misa, did you come to a summer beach American style BBQ alone tonight?” Light felt himself smirk as he looked her over. It was a new town, okay? Maybe he could make up a new persona and pretend he was just a normal perfect straight guy again. Right?

“My partner should be here any second!!” Misa blushed and looked away. “Though I’m flattered. You really are handsome. Be careful, Ryuzaki is a flirt at first… just like you. ” she sighed then slowly scanned the room for her… wait what had she said?

Light blinked and looked over at Misa. Partner. Partner? “Your partner…?” as in, dating?

Misa beamed brightly and stood up, setting her drink down just as this so-called ‘partner approached them. “Rem!!!” She jumped up and down before she was pulled into a hug by a much larger body.

“Misa… my love, I apologize for being late.” The large person hugging Light’s new friend had a deep rough voice. Light wondered why Misa said partner and not boyfriend if she was in fact dating a boy.

Then Rem smiled at Misa as she pulled away and Light caught sight of her shiny hair and jewelry and piercings and purple glitter makeup. He swallowed hard and looked away. Misa was… gay like him?? And open about it?

Rem turned and gave a disapproving gaze in Light’s direction as she wrapped an arm around Misa’s shoulders tightly. “And who might this be then?” She looked tense? “We don’t get new people in town often… if ever.”

Misa smiled and relaxed against her despite the rigid hold she was in. “This is Light. Chief Yagami’s son. They came to help Mr. Whammy or whatever.” She shrugged and nudged her partner. “Can we get some punch please? The food is already cold anyways. I bet the ice has melted too.”

Rem smiled and kissed her forehead. “How about I take you to a Waffle House instead, my beloved?”

Misa grinned brightly and nodded. “Right now!!! Bye bye Light!!! Say hi to Ryuzaki for me!!!”

Rem gave a small wave but no smile and turned Misa away. She leaned down and whispered, though Light could clearly hear it. “I do not like him.”

Misa laughed and pulled her away, starting up a long rant as they walked outside. Light frowned and sat down on the couch again, alone.

~~~

He really didn’t know how he ended up in this situation.

Shortly after Misa left, he had been faced with the task of hunting down Ryuzaki. He had found the asshole, he was on a couch surrounded by tons of other teen guys. All were clearly flirting. Uhm… aren’t they all technically brothers since Watari watched over them?? Gross! Leave some of the Ryuzaki for Light!

After they had introduced themselves, (For some reason, Ryuzaki told Light to call him L?) L stated he needed chocolate but it would be an impossible task to peel the tin foil off with his wet fingernails Misa gave him. So now Light was faced with a bowl of chocolate and a pleased looking Ryuzaki.

Light sincerely hoped Ryuzaki wouldn’t expect him to place the chocolate squares directly into his mouth(though he secretly hoped he would at least ask. Light would say no and daydream about it later), but as he started to unwrap the foil from each piece and place it onto the plate, L just stared at him, smirking.

Light pushed the plate to him and looked up to meet his sparkling gray eyes… This guy was weird. “Is five pieces enough for you?”

L laughed and grabbed the bowl and shoved it into Light’s arm before he placed the plate carefully in his own hands. “Hardly. Best we take it all. Let’s find somewhere we can sit and… chat.” His smirk mellowed out as he tugged Light away from the main room of the party, towards the porch.

“W-wait… outside? Isn’t the weather disgustingly awful tonight?” Light panicked at the thought of his hair getting messed up or his sweater getting drenched and shrinking. He slowed down and spotted a couch in a small sunroom, away from everyone. “Hey, what about here?” Now he tugged Ryuzaki and pointed, then smiled when he got a nod of approval in return.

The sunroom was lovely. Filled with plants and flowers all smelling amazing, thriving despite the swamping marshy and dark cloudy skies that seemed to be the norm in this strange town.

“Wow…” Light froze and let his eyes drift around the room, then let them land on the small sitting area near the corner window. The lavish gray couch was surrounded by books and was set up perfectly for them two. “This room is wonderful.”

L smiled and led Light over to the couch. “Many orphans at Whammy’s lean towards one specific interest. I have forgotten who set up this room, but I agree, it’s masterpiece is quite noticeable.” He shifted his shirt off over his head like that was a totally normal thing to do and instead wrapped himself in a fuzzy blanket, then moved to… sort of squat on the couch, hands on his knees.

His chest was exposed. Light gulped and forced his gaze away, landing on the coffee table. Why did he just take his shirt off? He set the bowl there and promptly sat down.

L sighed and gently plopped a chocolate in his mouth, then examined his fingers. “Unfortunately I must be leaving soon. Have you met Watari? That crazy old man keeps my schedule packed to the minute most days. It’s bloody summ-“ he coughed and paused, looking away. Was that… A British term?“I just mean to say I’d like a break every once and awhile.”

Light looked at him again as he settled himself into the couch, starting to peel open more chocolate after a moment. L looked sad and worst of all, lonely.

“What does he have you doing all the time?” He contemplated his next words carefully. “I have the opposite problem, this summer. I have a lot I’d rather be focusing on than relaxing. I need to get into the proper university, and I was going to go to an extra cram school next month…” Light sighed and gently set the left over tin pieces on the table. “Relaxing isn’t something I’m used to.”

Light gently placed the next chocolate directly on L’s hand since it was so close, and as their fingers brushed the heat of their touch melts some chocolate into each of their skin. Light gulped and quickly pulled away, fighting his blush hard.

L smirked and took the square into his mouth and slowly licked his fingers. Light couldn’t fight the blush as he met his eyes again. Oh god…

“Have you noticed how alike we are, Light-Kun?” He smirked and sucked on his thumb before he let go and grabbed another chocolate. Just who the hell was this guy?

“You know, that isn’t the first time I’ve heard that today…” Light sighed and unwrapped the final piece from the bowl, looking at it with an intense gaze. He figured once the chocolate was gone L either wouldn’t care to be around anymore, or he would be forced to leave. Light held it tight between his fingers as it slowly started to melt away. “Misa said we seem a lot alike…”

L scoffed at that and sucked on the piece in his mouth. “She always has something to say, honestly. She’s like the only girl who lives in the orphanage… poor thing.” He laughed and leaned back, turning to stare at the chocolate Light neglected to offer. “Oh, the last one?”

Light nodded softly and looked up at him. “Y-yeah… I’m glad I could help. It’s really been nice meeting you.” He gave a small smile and tilted his head earnestly. He could honestly say he had never met someone like L before. It was very interesting and not at all someone he should go after if he was trying to deny being gay…

L paused and smiled back, his fingers wrapping around Light’s wrist slowly. “I must agree. For me in fact, it’s been enchanting to meet you. You’re quite interesting, Light Yagami….” He leaned in close, but instead of his mouth taking the chocolate, his lips came close and pressed carefully against Light’s own.

Light gasped and leaned in quickly, his hand resting on L’s bare chest. Oh my god! Oh my god…. Oh my god! L was kissing him! If he wasn’t so busy self destructing from getting his first kiss, Light would have kissed or at least fought back!

Suddenly the glass door had swung open and they were faced with the angry faces of two younger teens Light had avoided the entire party. The blonde was dressed in… nothing but black leather. And the other was covered in the smell of cigarettes and alcohol as well as wearing a god awful prison looking sweater. These two were just a couple of walking no thank you’s to Light and he hated that this wonderful moment in the history book of his life was being ruined by them.

“Uhmmm excuse me L?” The blonde spat as he tossed his ugly little bobbed hair around. “You might think you have time to sneak away and snog with the new local pretty boy, but tonight happens to be the strongest storm and tide this town has seen in WEEKS! You hella don’t have time to be kissing anything but the ocean tonight!”

L rolled his eyes and slowly licked the chocolate from the corner of his mouth, pulling away from the couch and Light slowly. “Mello… Ah! I mean, M… please calm down. You’re overreacting. If we left in twenty minutes the storm would still be over by midnight…” He stretched his arms and the blanket fell to the floor dramatically. Light’s face shaded to red as he turned to stand up himself. They were talking like they could control the weather or something…

The redhead next to this Mello guy also looked mad but he seemed to know when to speak up and when to let the other do the work. He sucked on a lollipop that Light was sure he wished was a smoke. Light really didn’t care for either of them at all…

L turned to him with a frown and grabbed his hand. “We will meet again soon.” Then, completely unexpectedly, he kissed Light’s hand before he pulled away to leave. “Okay, let’s get out there. Go collect the other’s and I’ll make sure we have everything.” He even managed to shoot Light a wink as he went out the door.

Light flopped back to sit on the couch again, breathless and blushing. This was going to be a long summer if L was around…

“What kind of a name is L anyway?” Light grumbled to himself as he shoved all the tin foil trash onto the floor in frustration. Confetti to celebrate the next chapter in his story… “Maybe the name L meant something… perhaps Love?” Light paused as he pondered out loud. “What a stupid thing to think…”

L laughed loudly and slowly came back into the room, and Light felt his entire soul jump out of his skin. “Oh my god!” He yelped and fell back onto the couch. He barely had a second to catch his breath before L was looming over him, a curious expression on his face.

“I left my shirt on the couch… uh, what was that about L being for Love?” He laughed and leaned down, bumping their noses together. “You would be most disappointed in the true meaning…”

Light gasped and found himself sitting up slowly, their faces never moving away. They kept their gaze as he moved to take L’s hand slowly… it took all his bravery but he pulled himself closer, their lips almost touching again. “So tell me… what does it mean?”

L swallowed and looked like he was the nervous one for the first time, as he broke their gaze. “I will tell you… but in exchange, you simply must let me take you on a date tomorrow. Once the weather is clear again.” He smirked and gripped his hand tighter, meeting his eyes again.

Light really wasn’t sure what it was about L that somehow convinced him everything would be alright. Even though he knew he could never have his old life back, even if L really turned out to be a mermaid, even if it meant he really was gay and he would never be the perfect son… he could be alright. Light would be okay so long as he could pretend L’s name meant love.

“Okay, I’ll let you date me… tell me.” He was more eager than ever as he leaned close.

L sighed and pulled him into his chest, a proper cuddle if anyone were to see, and rubbed his back. “L means Lost at Sea…. I was the first of my kind… I was abandoned by my parents in the middle of a hurricane. Lost…” He sighed and turned his head away.

Light frowned and tensed up. He didn’t expect that… “Oh.” He looked up at him and then cupped his cheek to force their gazes together again. “I think Love suits you better… Perhaps L is for Lover” He smiled and ran his thumb along his jaw. “L… lovely name really.”

L looked frozen. “I… I suppose that you may think of it that way, yes…” He slowly smiled and leaned in close. “Or perhaps it means ‘let me kiss you…”

Light laughed and pushed his hand over L’s mouth. “How forward! Imagine having to introduce yourself like that…”

L laughed and grabbed his hand away, moving in for it again. “It is a name reserved only for Light. Now then… Can you say it?”

Light smirked and couldn’t help himself. “Okay… ‘let me kiss you, L… Love…” He smiled and pushed close, finally having their lips meet.

And so in the moment L was for Love.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #light yagami #l lawliet #rem #misa amane #ironblowtorch #shin-knee-gami #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Lightning Bugs

Author: @shin-knee-gami

For: @the-spaceplace

Pairings/Characters: A & Beyond Birthday (can be interpreted as romantic or platonic)

Rating/Warnings: T, referenced canonical death, non-graphic description

Prompt: Exploring Beyond Birthday’s relationship with A

Author’s Notes: It was so much fun to write a fic from B’s perspective! Hope you enjoy him being a rambunctious little scamp <3

On his eighth birthday, Beyond meets an angel.

What a pointless occasion, birthdays. As far as Beyond is concerned, they’re just an excuse for Mrs. Everett to cluck and fuss over him like a chicken with its head cut off while she tames his hair with noxious sprays and stuffs him into an ill-fitted suit. She won’t call him by the right name, either; whenever she addresses him it’s always “look at the mess you’ve made, Balor” and “stop pulling on Cassidy’s braids, Balor,” never the name he sees in the mirror. Everyone has them: names, first, middle, and last, scribbled in a sickly orange glow, floating above their heads; but no one else seems to notice. The names are almost always accompanied by numbers. Beyond isn’t sure what the numbers mean. They might be days, months, years, or even some bizarre fibonacci sequence. But although he sees his true name–Beyond Birthday–hovering above his reflection, there are no crooked numbers glowing beneath it.

The presents are halfway decent, but hardly memorable. An assortment of various marbles and a letter from Quillish Wammy himself sit on the shelf over his bed, collecting dust. At least Timothy Jenkins had the decency to give him something interesting–the chipped molar he lost in a rugby match with one of the older boys.

Sometimes Beyond regrets pushing his old roommate down the stairs. But then again, Timothy shouldn’t have stolen his most precious keepsake. It’s a shame, really, they had gotten along so well. Perhaps nursing a broken arm will teach the fool some much needed discipline.

Now that he’s been reassigned to the attic, Beyond hardly gets any opportunity to spy on the others. What is he supposed to do all day if he can’t continue his reign of terror as king of mean-spirited pranks? Lessons are a bore and mealtime is a chore. He could always pester L with a torrent of questions about the latest case he’s solved, it’s certainly a tempting idea. But the deafening thunder of footsteps pacing back and forth from the next room over tells him that the detective is in a particularly foul mood, and Beyond isn’t eager to take the brunt of his wrath. Narrowly avoiding the creaky wooden plank just to the right of the door, he crawls along the hallway to the base of a vent, unable to care less as his sleeves collect dust and dirt.

Through the grate, he can see two of the older kids snogging. They’re slobbering all over themselves and it looks like they’re biting each other’s faces off, so it’s hard to tell for sure if it’s anyone he knows. A bright green ponytail swinging furiously from side to side–maybe Ramona?–a flash of teeth and tongues trying in vain to devour one another, it’s enough to make Beyond taste bile.

What is it about puberty that rots away one’s brain? When it comes for him, all done up in scrubs and carrying a skyscraper-sized needle filled with teenage hormones and the side effect of stupidity, Beyond won’t go quietly.

That being said, he has a morbid fascination with love. It’s never made sense to him, not once in his admittedly short life. What is it about love that strips people down so completely that they become unrecognizable? He never was much for birthday wishes, although he might indulge if it’d get him the answer to that question. It’s an interesting thought, but Beyond doesn’t believe in magic. He doesn’t believe in God, either. And on the worst days? He doesn’t believe in humans.

He’s about to slink down the stairs and sneak into the kitchen–if he’s lucky, there will be plenty of lonely leftover cream puffs in the pantry begging to be eaten–when the sound of a car door opening snags his ear. Peeking out front through the boarded up window, Beyond catches a shock of red curls before the head they belong to moves out of sight.

Beyond makes it to the grand hall before the resident maid grabs him by the scruff and drags him to Roger’s office for the fifth time this week. But the usual threat of discipline isn’t enough to cow him into submission, so Roger tasks him with babysitting the new boy.

“Show him to his room, then report back here. I’ll have Miss Ritter–” interesting, he’d never bothered to learn the maid’s name– “escort you to your living quarters where you will stay for the rest of the day. And if I hear about any more detours to the kitchen or basement, rest assured the consequences will be far worse than you can imagine.”

So he suppresses a scowl and heads to the great hall in order to collect Wammy House’s latest conquest. A familiar shock of red hair greets him at the foot of the stairs, this time attached to big eyes only made bigger by a pair of brown glasses. Over the newbie’s head, written in phantom blood, is the name Allistair Graves, accompanied by the number 090502. Beyond greets the newbie with a Cheshire smile and delights in the way those eyes–brilliant emeralds absorbing all light from the room–grow to the size of saucers at the sight of him.

Oh, this one will be so much fun.

“Hey, Al,” he drawls, brushing his matted bangs away from his face, hand still greasy from icing. “Can I call you Al? ‘Allistair’ is kind of a mouthful.”

Allistair opens and clothes his mouth, but no words come out.

“Right then.” Beyond leans forward, clasping the boy’s bony hand in his own. The boy’s grip is limp, a dead fish slipping through his fingers.

“Love to stick around and chat, but I’m here to take you to your room, so follow me. And make sure to keep up, won’t you?”

Beyond might be stuck in his room for the rest of the day, but Roger never said anything about night.

When he crawls through the vents to Allistair’s room, he finds the boy huddled in the farthest corner, knees pressed to his chest, hands covering his eyes as if that will make the world disappear into thin air. He chuckles, a low sound walking the edge of a knife, and closes the gap between them.

“Man, you’re tricky to find. D’you know how many fuckin’ air filters I had to tear through?” Pointedly, Beyond jerks his head violently, shaking off a coat of grimy lint.

But his vice grip on his conscience starts to waver when the boy opens his mouth and a chorus of sunbeams flutters out, each heavenly syllable punctuated by the dip and sway of a persistent stutter.

“Please d-d-don’t h-hurt me!”

Beyond tilts his head and crouches down to eye level, studying Allistair up close. He’s trembling hard enough that his hands slip off of his sweaty face.

“Now why would I wanna do that?”

The boy’s pupils dilate and contract rapidly as he searches the room for a way out. Beyond clicks his tongue and places a steadying hand on his shoulder, eyes narrowing when the boy groans, pain breaking through his frantic expression.

“Who did this to you?”

It comes out sharper than Beyond intends, and he winces at his own lack of tact. He tries to lather his next words in honey.

“Promise I’m not gonna get you in trouble or nothin.’ But I guess you don’t have to tell me. Can you lemme see?” When he gets a look of suspicion in return, it takes every ounce of willpower in his body not to roll his eyes. “Can’t help you out if I don’t know how bad it is.”

Beyond pulls the first aid kit out from under the bed and gets to work. It’s not too long before the kid starts talking. Sure, he stumbles over his h’s, b’s, and d’s, but they get there eventually. Al loves bugs. He has a particular fondness for those with wings: crickets, butterflies, moths, you name it. But his favorites are fireflies.

“They look so pretty wh-when they dance in the grass,” Al twitters, air whistling through the gap in his two front teeth. “I can sh-sh-show you the b-best place to find them if you want, B-Bee.”

Beyond smiles. “I’d like that.”

…

On his twentieth birthday, Beyond learns what the numbers mean. As they rove over Al’s broken body, the cursed eyes he was born with rip away the last piece of his humanity.

It’s almost summer, but there’s not a firefly in sight.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #beyond birthday #a #shin-knee-gami #the-spaceplace #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Artist: @almostsane-things

For: @alalcrumo

Prompt: Shinigami Light and Misa

Artist’s notes: Too many good prompts here, but I had a fun time playing w symbolism in these designs

#fanart #death note #submission #Light Yagami #Misa Amane #almostsane-things #alalcrumo #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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Not a Single Soul Forgets Their First Love

Author: @nearlyrae

For: @monaluisa

Pairings/Characters: Kiyomi Takada, Light Yagami, Misa Amane, Halle Lidner

Rating/Warnings: None

Prompt: Takada seems so confident. What is she insecure about?

Author’s notes: My fic before this literally got deleted so close to the deadline so I had to make some rushed changes,,, other than that I took some liberty with the insecurity part and expected upon it. I hope it’s not too bad ^^;;

A few bubbles came in to meet her, each one reflecting a pivotal point in her life. One was her childhood; listening to music alone on the train to school, and the other shyly glid behind it; showcasing her teenage years encased in her awards for debate and public speaking. Her eyes, heavy as they were, slid upward to the roof of the damned truck she was kidnapped in, thanks to a certain uncouth blond individual.

She couldn’t even begin to blame herself for how she’d gotten betrayed. It was always the same thought ringing in her ears time after time; I’m not who these things happen to.

But that was exactly what she thought before they did.

Kiyomi Takada. A proper lady under the thumb of the world’s most notorious crime punisher, one that she fell in love with from the beginning. That mural she had draped herself upon was far beyond her reach, the tips of her fingers just barely grazing its toes. Would his air they shared steal her breath away as it always did, she wondered as she clutched the phone to her chest.

She knew exactly what was going to happen to her.

As clearly as she felt attached to Light, who she was supposed to be the love of her life, she could see the truth for what it was. There, sitting in the back of a truck with a blanket wrapped around her naked body, she would die at the hands of her lover.

She inhaled the fresh morning scent of dew, masked with flowery cologne, one that he would wear frequently. The mornings she spent encased in that scent helped her steady her breathing, her smile at the back of his head as he left almost deafening as he never once looked back at her.

“Do you… Like blowing bubbles?” He asked one night.

“Ooh, yes,” she replied, a bit too eagerly for her taste, “I mean, I know it’s a strange hobby.”

“No, no, I want to hear about it. I like learning new things about you,” he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, offering her a reassuring smile.

Kiyomi cleared her throat, before continuing.

“I’ve been public speaking ever since I was a little girl. Joining debate clubs, winning all state… Though I’ve always had a stutter, ” she paused to guage his reaction, and satisfied with his surprise, continued. “My mother told me to practice blowing bubbles into fun shapes, and I didn’t know why until nationals. Somehow, I thought of public speaking like blowing bubbles. Gently carrying each word, each syllable into the air as if I was trying to blow a bubble. Because of that, I’ve always loved bubbles, and never really stopped wanting to blow them.

"I guess that’s the one childish thing about me, isn’t it?” Her eyes cast down, her hand gripping the sheets.

“Hey,” Light raised her chin to meet his eyes, and there she saw in them the most beautiful amber color, shining and swirling as they held her gaze. “I think that’s beautiful.”

Kiyomi shut her eyes tightly, forming her lips into an ‘o’ shape. There, the bubble planted a kiss on her lips and dissapeared, then she heard the child, happy to win nationals, dissapear.

“Lidner, please, you mustn’t be so rough with her. She’s an old friend,” Kiyomi snarkily commented, waving away her blonde rival.

Lidner immediately dropped Misa, who let out a surprised yelp. Her nose crinkled as she scoffed at Kiyomi, then stomped away erratically.

Kiyomi laughed a bit at the reflection of the dinner with Misa crossed her vision, the bubble gyrating with her breath. That woman never stood a chance with Light. He said it himself, Misa wasn’t intelligent enough to be his partner. Though that was true, Kiyomi thought sadly, why was she the one by his side now? Why was Kiyomi sitting alone, waiting like cattle to die?

“I did what you asked…” She echoed to herself, “Light, I did what you asked!”

She slammed the pages to the ground, her pen stabbing her hand and causing her to double back in pain. Her tears spilled out like a fountain, bubbling and rising as the reflections obscured and were cast away.

None of it was enough for him. She wasn’t enough.

“You’re enough,” Light’s voice cut through her head like a knife.

“What?” She blinked back her tears, sitting up in bed.

“Those producers don’t know what they’re talking about. You’ve always been intelligent, beautiful and resourceful. The world needs you, Kiyomi,” he pulled her in to embrace her form, and she could feel his smile on her neck. “I need you.”

Kiyomi stood up, keeping her blanket firmly in place as she made her way through the back, the air thick with dread. Yes, she was resourceful, wasn’t she? Light said it himself too. Perhaps she could find a way out, escape Light and the fate that awaited her. No, she had to think quickly.

What if…

She gripped the paper close to her chest. She couldn’t… Could she?

The pen hovered above the page. Her eyes shone brightly, a gentle amber settling amidst them.

Do it for love.

A car pulled up, and she heard aggressive footsteps followed by the turning of metal. Kiyomi looked up, and her eyes met with Lidner’s, who worriedly hurried to her side.

“Miss Takada! Are you hurt anywhere?”

She shook her head.

“We need to get you back immediately. And—” Lidner paused and looked at the front seat. “Mello is…”

“He suddenly dropped dead,” Kiyomi cried, “Kira must have punished him for kidnapping his spokesperson.”

“Right,” Lidner’s brow furrowed, and she helped Kiyomi into the car, grabbing all her clothes as well. “You’re safe now.”

“Thank you,” her head rested on the window, and when she opened her eyes, the violent shade of amber met her.

“I’ve just collected miss Takada… What? Light Yagami is dead? Then who…” Lidner’s eyes widened before she shut the phone in her hand.

Kiyomi closed her eyes yet again and pretended to blow bubbles with her lips.

#fanfiction #submission #death note #kiyomi takada #light yagami #misa amane #halle lidner #nearlyrae #monaluisa #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Artist: @mapsareforbraindeads

For: @passiunclepaltry

Prompt: misa helps light and L with shopping for new outfits! their taste in fashion’s a little bland. misa to the rescue.

Artist’s notes: this was so fun to draw! i had to assemble a whole pinterest board of ideas and outfits and it was all so worth it! i wanted to incorporate misa more, but i couldn’t figure out how without crowding the drawing. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

#submission #fanart #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #mapsareforbraindeads #passiunclepaltry #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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Dialogue: January 28, 2013

Author: @monaluisa

For: @almostsane-things

Pairings/Characters: No pairings/Ryuk, Shinigami King, Light Yagami, Izanami (mythology, mentioned)

Rating/Warnings: General/No warnings apply

Prompt: What if the shinigami had more eldritch effects that slowly leech into the owner of the Death Notes? It can be physical, but I’d rather see mental effects, powers, and/ or deterioration. Try not to be ableist with it.

Author’s notes: The “Lady Who Invites” or “the Lady” refers to Izanami, the Japanese creator goddess of the dead. Yomi is essentially the Japanese underworld in Shinto mythology.

Ryuk.

Good evening, Your Majesty.

This is the human you’ve possessed?

Sure is.

Light Yagami…

Interesting.

Careful.

He’ll wake up if he hears you.

He’s deep in sleep.

Look at how still he is.

He hardly even breathes.

Look, Ryuk.

How fragile he is…

It would be quite simple to break his neck, wouldn’t it?

That would kill a human,

and you’re not one to break your own rules.

What are you here for, anyway?

You haven’t come to the Earth for millenia.

I wanted to see him for myself.

He’s outlived the rest.

Ha! You have a way with timing, don’t you?

Don’t you see how low the numbers are?

It’s true.

The sun will rise soon,

And I would be surprised if he lives ‘til it sets.

But I want to know what it’s done to him after all this time.

…

Why are you laughing like that? Have you forgotten to whom you speak?

Oh, please.

Spare the formalities.

Why should I revere you?

Your dominion is dust and ash,

Your riches are bones and names in a book,

Your subjects have nothing to do but wait to die,

And when we do, it will be long and excruciating.

Ryuk.

It’s all your fault, too.

That’s the thing.

We had it good back in Yomi.

Hell, the apples there were better than the ones here!

It was you who was dissatisfied.

It was you who wanted the attention of the Lady Who Invites.

Don’t speak of that wretched woman.

Funny to hear you say that.

I can remember a time when

She was all you ever wanted.

Your cheeks flushed when even Her burned rags

Touched the ground where you stood.

…

I damn this idea of ‘love.’

You, Gelus, Rem…

It only ever gets us into trouble.

You would do best to shut your mouth, Ryuk.

The Lady may be listening.

Well, I’m done talking about Her.

Back to you.

Your folly is the reason She cursed us.

And afterwards,

When we were too hungry

and feverish

and rotten

to think anymore,

It was you we turned to.

Nu might have prophesied that the book would be our cure,

And Armonia may have bound it together,

But for some reason,

it was you who we made King.

Of course, it’s worth nothing now.

Armonia’s gold corrodes and turns brittle.

Nu loses her vision one eye at a time.

And we know now what you really are.

You can doubt the legitimacy of my reign,

But you cannot deny its existence.

You cannot call me powerless

When for a million of our years,

And nearly five hundred of his,

Kinddara Guivelostain’s teeth were drenched with the blood

Of the traitors among you.

Call me a traitor if you’d like.

You only came here to ask me a question;

I ought to answer you, if you’re so powerful.

Look at him.

You wanted to know what it did.

The truth is, the Death Note acted on both of you the same way.

He’s convinced he’s greater than he is.

But this time, it entertains you.

Why is that?

Weak as you were back then,

You were still a kami;

He’s nothing but a human.

He’s like a parrot, mimicking our power.

Isn’t that amusing?

What does it matter?

It always gives them a sense of imagined strength.

What’s remarkable is that he hasn’t buckled under his deeds.

I thought humans were supposed to be weak, compassionate.

This is no typical human, Your Majesty.

If he has a heart at all, it’s a Shinigami’s.

But he is not one of us.

It must weigh on him.

He’s losing his mind.

With every kill, he’s lost a little more remorse;

He let his own father die.

He let his sister be abducted by criminals.

Sometimes, he wakes up and paces the room,

Talking to the dead as if they can hear him.

Other times, he sleeps for hours, looking half-dead,

like a man with a fever does…

I doubt he’d wake up at all if there weren’t

Lies for him to tell

Or praise for him to take

Or work for him to do.

He seems ill every now and then.

Feverish, shaking like a child,

His skin turns pale,

His balance leaves him.

There’s not a human that can stand our power;

He’s just held out longer than most.

He’s only alive

because he’s certain of the godhood he created.

…

What do you see?

The sun is rising.

Tell me,

What will he think when he dies tonight?

I want to know the look in his eyes when you write his name.

Your guess is as good as mine.

…

Go on, now.

The bells are ringing.

He’ll wake up.

They frighten him, after all…

#fanfiction #death note #submission #ryuk #light yagami #shinigami king #monaluisa #almostsane-things #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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stages of grief

Author: @realtruesuccessor

For: @pensulliwen

Pairings/Characters: Amane Misa/Yagami Light, Amane Misa, Shinigami King | King of Death, Yagami Light (mentioned), L Lawliet (mentioned)

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, but there are themes of death, grief, depression, and intense emotional scenes

Prompt: Misa somehow is granted an audience with the shinigami king, and begs to make a deal to revive Light. Gothic horror/fairytale vibes, dreamlike quality would be cool.

Author’s notes: This one was definitely a challenge, but a very fun challenge! Some of the dialogue was inspired by the RWBY episode ‘The Lost Fable’. I hope this is what you were looking for, and that you enjoy it!

Once upon a time, a girl dreamt in shades of gray. Cloudy skies shifted slowly overhead, like smoke moving through the stale air. Off-white bones crunched under heavy black boots. Foggy figures walked towards her, through the mist, hulking shadows that drifted away before she could see them clearly. There was no color in the world of her dreams.

The dreams carried on for months. Every night, the girl would wake from slumber, surrounded by darkness, drenched in salty sweat. Her heart raced in her chest, and whenever she closed her eyes, she would see the traces of the shadowy monsters behind her eyelids, gray silhouettes haunting her.

She couldn’t focus on her work, and her contact with the outside world slipped as her obsession with the dreams grew more and more consuming. She lived in this state for half a year.

Then, one night, she dreamt of chains. Long, rusty gray chains hung from the empty sky, moving back and forth, blown by a breeze that she could not feel on her own skin. Countless, heavy chains, brushing lightly against the bones on the ground.

She could not see where the chains began, somewhere far above her, behind the clouds. She could only see where the chains ended, centimeters above the dusty ground. She awoke from that dream in the usual way, soaked in sweat.

Later that same day, when she closed her eyes against the harsh brightness of the morning sun, she saw the chains again, hanging from a gray sky.

She dreamt of the chains again, although they were accompanied by something new this time. A large, shadowy sphere floated amongst the chains. Wisps of black smoke surrounded the sphere, reminding the girl of hair.

(She knew men with black hair like that - a bunch of detectives. One of them was dead.)

As usual, the girl woke up from the nightmare with sticky sweat glistening on her damp forehead. Her clothes clung to her small frame in a way that made her uncomfortable. Tacky, she thought to herself. Wet. She pulled back the covers of her bed, threw her legs over the side, and stood up to go to the bathroom. The girl needed a shower.

Water poured over her head, turning her light blond hair dark with heavy wetness. She thought of those men, as water ran in rivulets down her body. Flashes of dark hair and tired eyes and suits with ties crossed through her frazzled mind. Images of pale skin and thin hands dipped into a bag of sweets, pulling out cookies and candy and cakes.

Those same hands flashed again, wrapped around a yellow banana with some soft green around the edges, plucking at a bright red strawberry, red like blood. The water had gone cold.

She stepped out of the shower, dried her damp hair with a fluffy white towel, and went back to bed. She did not dream again for the rest of the night.

The girl fell asleep clutching a photograph to her chest. It was a small slip of glossy paper, printed many years ago. One side of the paper was pure white and shiny, the other side contained the smiling faces of two young people. As the girl drifted off to sleep, her heart beat against the photo on her chest.

She opened her eyes to shades of grim gray. The dark sphere was there again, hanging in the sky, suspended by rusty chains. Cold mist brushed against her bare arms, and the tiny hairs rose, goosebumps raised on pale flesh. The sphere pulsed repeatedly, sending vibrations through the air. Her knees were shaking. She closed her eyes, then opened them again.

Her vision was still filled with gray, and the ominous sphere still hung above her, menacing. She clenched her fists, and heard the sound of paper crumpling. Heart racing, she glanced down at her left hand and saw the photograph still clutched in her fist. She gasped in surprise. Her gaze dragged slowly, from the tiny slip of smooth paper, to the dark circle in the sky.

Something inside of her, a deep voice that was not her own, told her to beg.

“Please,” she said, falling to her knees. Her pale skin scraped against the rocky ground, tearing slightly. Twin blossoms of pain bloomed across her knees, but she ignored them. “Please, bring Light back to me.”

The ball of darkness lowered, approaching her spot on the ground. It sat there for minutes on end, the silence growing and stretching, until the girl ran out of patience.

“Why won’t you do it?!” She asked, her voice raising with emotion as the darkness stared back at her, silent and powerful. “That’s not fair!”

A vibration pulsed again, louder and more forceful than the others had been, and knocked her backwards.

The mysterious voice spoke again, from somewhere deep inside the girl, and yet all around her at the same time. Let him rest, the voice boomed. Let him rest, Misa Amane.

Powerful winds slammed into her small frame, throwing her backwards, tossing and turning in the air. Her heart beat loudly and quickly in her chest, threatening to explode. Blond hair whipped around her head. Her dinner from the previous night threatened to come back up and pay her another visit. She closed her eyes, shielding them from the wind.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in her own bed. The air was still and warm. Fluffy blankets covered her body. Her hair was straight and neatly parted, just as she had arranged it before climbing into bed the previous evening. She reached for the small photograph. It was gone. Her bed felt oddly empty, but she was surely home and safe, for now.

“No,” she breathed, fists gripping at the sheets under her warm body, pulling upwards, hands looking to tear, to break something. Her whole body was shaking. “No, I won’t.”

The next night, she saw the dark sphere again. This time, she brought an offering.

“Please,” she said, holding out her offering. A bright red apple, sitting in a pair of small, pale hands. “Accept my gift.”

You think I should reward this shameful display, Misa Amane? The voice boomed.

Tears formed in her eyes, and overflowed, spilling down pretty cheeks. The salty liquid rolled down her face, leaving a wet streak behind, then fell quietly onto her chest. She ignored the sensation.

She raised her offering higher, above her head. With her arms reaching towards the heavens, she continued to beg. “Please,” she repeated. “Give my Light back to me.”

Once again, the wind picked up, tossing her around like a doll. She woke up, a new plan already forming in her pretty little head.

Next time, she was prepared, with a lighter and a can of hairspray.

“Give my Light back to me, you monster,” she demanded. She held up the hot pink can, aiming it squarely at the dark sphere. Then, she lifted the silver lighter in front of the can, and flicked the lighter on, so a tiny flame sparked to life in her hand. “Give him back to me! Give him back!”

For minutes upon minutes, she waited for an answer. The dark god of death remained silent. Finally, she had enough, and her anger and sadness and impatience exploded out of her in a fit of fury.

With a gut-wrenching scream, she pressed the button down on the can, and a stream of hot fire exploded outwards, towards the dark entity in the sky. Flames licked upwards, grazing against the surface of the sphere. Orange and white fire mingled with the black wisps of smoke emanating from the dark circle.

Eventually, the fire died out. Her screams stopped. She lowered her arms. There was complete silence, save for the girl’s heavy breathing.

For a minute, the girl stared up at the god of death, catching her breath. When she started to breathe normally again, a sob escaped from her lips, piercing the peace and quiet.

As the girl sobbed, the sphere floated downwards. It grew smaller and smaller as it approached her. When it was right in front of her, it stopped, hovering just before her, level with her beating heart. She stared at it for a moment, waiting with sharp anticipation for the god of death’s next move.

With stunning speed, the sphere flew towards her. The ball of darkness slammed into her chest, knocking her backwards. She was falling. Her arms flew upwards, dropping the lighter and the can. She reached out towards the gray clouds in the sky, as her fingers searched for something solid and steady to hold. There was nothing.

She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact with the rocky ground. Her whole body tensed.

The impact never came. She was still falling; she could feel the cool air rushing past her. She felt her stomach turn and the bile rise in her throat at the sensation of free-falling through the air. Her muscles relaxed, as she expected to open her eyes and find herself in her own bed once again, as this was all simply a bad dream.

Her eyes flew open, and a scream escaped her when she realized that she was not in her own bed, not at all. She was falling through an endless gray void, hurtling at high speed towards a pool of black water, floating among the miles and miles of gray.

SPLASH!

She gasped as her frail body was sucked into the icy cold depths. The water entered her lungs, choking her, and she began to lose awareness. Her eyes fluttered shut.

I pitied you, at first, the voice boomed in her head. But it is clear now - you are selfish. Arrogant.

“No!” The girl cried, but no sound came out. She tried to move her limbs, but they were slow, weak, submerged in the dark water. She whined in frustration.

I have made you immortal, Misa Amane. You cannot die. You cannot be with your beloved Light.

She yelled furiously, and cursed the god of death. “Stop!” She screamed, and once again, the sound was swallowed up by the endless darkness. Her lips moved, but no noise could be heard.

Learn the importance of life and death. Only then, may you rest.

Finally, she gathered enough strength to lift one of her arms. She raised it up, above her body, and closed her fingers around something warm and solid. She pulled herself out of the nightmare, and into the soft comfort of her bed.

The girl woke up with a jolt, shooting upwards, sitting up and clinging to herself. “Immortal?” She breathed out, catching her breath.

Once her heart stopped racing and her breathing slowed to a normal rate, the girl lay back on her fluffy white pillow. Her blond hair spread around her head like a halo. She stared up at the blank ceiling, which was darkened because it was still the middle of the night.

“Immortal,” she muttered softly to herself, as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

When the sun rose the next morning, a bright ball of light peeking out from behind the green leaves on the trees outside, the girl blinked open her eyes. She felt energized and refreshed, more than she had felt in a long, long time. She hopped out of bed, and immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and to test a certain theory.

For the first time in a long time, Misa Amane felt hopeful.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #misa amane #light yagami #pensulliwen #realtruesuccessor #soichiro and kiyomi's birthday smash

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secretshinigami · 2 years

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In the Way of Justice

Author: @complicatedmerary

For: @nearlyrae

Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, Misa Amane, LightxMisa (one-sided), Teru Mikami, Kiyomi Takada, MikamixTakada (one-sided …?), Yagami family (cameo)

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up; violence, verbal abuse, negative self-talk, suggested sexuality, alcohol, unrequited love, brief discussion about crimes done by children, and implied character death

Prompt: Misa’s life if she managed to marry Light AND Takada and Mikami crying over dinner.

Author’s notes: Hello, hello! After trying out both prompts separately, I decided that there could be a greater story if I were to fit those stories into one and still make it cohesive to the original timeline. This led to the burning question, “If Misa and Light got married way early in the manga, how would that affect the rest of the battle between Light and Near?” As it turns out, it’s not just the battle of wits that gets shifted by one decision. I could make a huge multi-chapter about this, but only if you wish! Hope you enjoy!

Six years had passed since the Great Detective L was eliminated by Kira, as well as every single person that got in the way of justice. L, Aiber, Wedy, Kyosuke Higuchi … All of them. In Kira’s perfect world, criminals cannot coexist among virtuous people and the only way to pay for their bad deeds is through death. Some might say it’s an extreme and terrifying society to live in, but for those that truly believe in justice, it’s only fair that the vermin gets wiped out by a true God. Those who believe in said God affirm that Kira is an invisible force of nature that is retailing against humanity’s failure to maintain peace on Earth. Others believe that Kira was chosen among mortals to become a savior. However, the reality may be stranger than anybody can possibly imagine.

To Misa Amane, Light Yagami is way more than her savior; he is her one true love and her new family. After her parents’ unjust death, Light is the closest thing she has as a normal life that can be read about in fairy tales. In her fantasy, Light slayed the monster who kept her trapped, took her in, made her his equal, and they share a relationship so pure it can create a better, crimeless world.

She has no complains so far—why would she when Light is still as wonderful as when she first met him? —but there is still a ghost of a symbolic representation of their eternal love that can only be fulfilled if Light wasn’t so cautious about every little detail. L is gone and Kira is considered a God, what else is he waiting for?

“It really is a shame that more faces keep getting leaked on the Internet,” Light sighs, his arms crossed against his chest. “It’s almost as if people are deliberately giving Kira help to create this new reality we are living in.” Before the case, a typical Yagami dinner involved discussions about Light’s achievements, Sayu’s gossip about the entertainment industry, and a brief overview of their father’s current workload. For the last few years, however, the glooming threat of Kira’s next move has kept them fearful. Even if every member of the family considers themselves good people, who is to say that Kira might not come after them next? After all, Soichiro and Light were this close to losing their lives after confronting Kira; unless Kira is truly gone, they are not safe from random judgment.

“Seriously, Light?” Sayu pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated. “You and Dad always talk about Kira every time we meet up as a family. We can see the news; we are not missing anything. Can we change the subject?”

“I’m sorry, Sayu,” Soichiro nods, giving a brief sympathetic smile. “We didn’t mean to worry you, it’s just that this has become our livelihoods now. You are right, we can discuss something else. What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Sayu darts her eyes at the other couple sitting across the table. “Isn’t there something you want to ask them?”

Misa, who was squeezing Light’s arm with hers this entire time, perks up.

“What do you mean, Sayu?”

“Come on, Misa, how long are you going to let Light get away with making you live with him with no sign of proper commitment? Six years is way too long.” She giggles.

“Sayu, don’t do this—” Light shakes Misa off him and pleads to Sayu with gritted teeth.

“I didn’t want to bring it up, but she’s right,” Sachiko comes in from the kitchen with a tray of teacups. “It’s bad enough that you temporarily quit your studies to be with her and you still haven’t proposed?”

“Mom—” Light wanted to argue, but Sayu intervenes.

“Light, come on, you are living with Misa Amane, and you don’t plan to keep her off the market? At this point, I’m surprised that none of her famous friends has taken her away from you. For such ladies’ man, you sure don’t know what you are doing!”

Misa looks at Sayu with glazed eyes, her heart beating faster than normal. Could this be her chance to finally have her happily ever after? If the family supports this union, then, the next step should be getting it over with a ring and a ceremony. It is now or never, if she doesn’t speak up, she loses her opportunity to cement her and Light’s future together.

“Aw, Sayu, don’t worry about us,” Misa rubs her head against Light’s arm, practically beaming. “We wanted to keep it a surprise, but I guess I can’t contain it any longer. The truth is, Light already proposed and we are getting married by the end of the month!”

Light bolts upright from his seat—unintentionally making Misa fall from her grasp—and his breath becomes shallower by the second. He needs to get out of here, now, there is no way this is happening, it must be a nightmare, and he’ll wake up soon. If that’s the case, why is his father staring at him like he committed a crime?

“Light,” Soichiro begins talking carefully. “Is this true?”

“I—” Light’s throat is starting to get dry, and he takes his cup of tea from the table, sipping slowly, still standing. “I don’t know what to tell you—”

“Oh, my sweet Light,” Misa is quick by his side, trying her best to soothe him with a gently hold of his hand. “I know we should have told them sooner, but it’s too late now. Don’t you think this is the right thing to do? I want them to attend the ceremony, it’s no use keeping it to ourselves.”

It feels like a trial for his life, everywhere he moves, concerning eyes surround him, begging for an explanation for his actions. What else is there to say? If he tells truth that Misa is a blatant liar, then the question arises on why she would do that in the first place? He couldn’t reveal that he isn’t in love with her, it will blow his entire cover. If he goes along with it, then he has no choice but to keep up the act and marry Misa as soon as possible.

She put him in a terrible predicament, and, for the first time in his life, he couldn’t think on his feet. Damn her and her desperate attempt to keep him trapped. If only he could kill her now, he would never have to deal with her ever again. And yet, he still needs her …

“Mom, Dad,” Light takes a deep breath. “It’s true, Misa and I are getting married.”

“Light, I—” Soichiro clears his throat. “Congratulations?”

“What’s the matter with you?” Sachiko gives her husband a quick glare. “Light, I’m so happy for you. I can’t wait to see you get married, it’s one of the things I always wanted for you.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Sayu stands up and hesitantly gives Light a hug. “You did it, you finally did it. I’m so happy for you, Light. Oh, my gosh, my big brother is getting married to Misa Amane!”

Light gives Sayu a quick pat on the back and holds on to her, resisting the urge to cry. In any other scenario, this would have been a tender moment between siblings, and for a few minutes, he’ll pretend that he is truly making his sister proud. He hates disappointing her, so he’ll keep up the act for her sake.

He finally lets her go and the tears roll down in front of her. To someone who doesn’t know any better, those are the tears of a man who is experiencing the height of happiness. However, those are the tears of someone who feels trapped and doesn’t know how to escape.

“Sayu, I have to go,” Light gives her a quick smile. “We can talk about this later, but I have to be with Misa for the rest of the day.”

“Of course,” Sayu weeps some tears that she didn’t realize at first were there. “Don’t forget to send the invitations.”

“I won’t, I promise,” Light chuckles softly. “When your time comes, I’ll make sure to embarrass you in front of your groom.”

“Hey, that’s not funny,” Sayu punches Light’s shoulder lightly.

“It is for me. Mom, Dad, I’ll see you later.” He waves at them as he guides Misa in front of him towards the door.

~~~

The trip back to their apartment was uncomfortably ice cold, no said one word to each other with the anguish that the wrong move could cause irreparable damage. Misa didn’t like how Light was being so mean towards her; the best day of their lives was coming, and he was not celebrating. She could be clueless at times, but even she knew better than to intervene when Light had that look in his eyes; she knew he was angry, so she waited for the okay to speak again.

Light unlocked the door of their home and he let her come in first, giving her time to see that he wanted some distance. Despite attempting to getting over what happened in his head, his true feelings were revealed when once he grabbed the doorknob, he slammed the door back in with such a brute force that the echoes of his actions resounded across the entire room.

Misa had never seen Light like this before, and she wanted to reassure him so badly, but he walked towards the kitchen as if she didn’t exist. With deliberate hesitation, she followed him silently, and drew in her breath to say something, anything.

“I would suggest you stay where you are because if you move, there is no way I would hold back.” Light didn’t even look at her, it was hard to read him when his hair covered his eyes. The iciness of his statement caused some chills to roll down her spine, but she was still willing to speak.

“Shut. Up.” He finally lifted his head and Misa gasped at what she saw. Light’s eyes were bloodshot red, and his nostrils were flaring audibly. Maybe Light was right; one more step and there was no way to tell if he would stop from putting his hands on her. Misa gulped and retracted herself, giving Light further distance.

“Oh, so you do get it, huh?” Light scoffed, making his way towards her. “What you did back there was a blatant disrespect of my boundaries and my trust for you. I asked you to live with me, I let you kiss me, and I let you be my girlfriend under the condition that you help me judge criminals. Hell, I even asked you to not reveal our relationship to the media because if my name is out there along yours, who knows what might happen. Keep them guessing, but that’s it, I told you that. And what’s worse, you lied to my entire family. I don’t like lying to them, it’s bad enough that they don’t know I’m Kira. I had to pretend, at that moment, that your little outburst was a happy scene.”

“Light, please, I’m sorr—”

“No, you are not,” Light loomed over her, creating a large shadow under her head. “You wanted that to happen, you were so desperate to change our relationship to a more permanent one that you pulled that stunt. To say that I’m furious at you is an understatement, I don’t even want to deal with you anymore.”

“Light, please,” Misa started to cry. “I’m sorry, I thought, I thought that’s what you wanted eventually, we love each other, I didn’t mean to make you mad, I thought you’ll be as excited as your family were. Don’t worry, I’ll call them first thing in the morning, tell them I was just joking around—”

“Forget it, Misa,” He walked past her and sat down on one of their sofas, exhaling deeply. “What’s done is done. If we tell them that there is no wedding, they’ll never forgive me. I hope you are happy because you got what you wanted.”

“W-What do you mean, Light?”

“I’m not sure how I’ll put it off, but we are getting married by the end of this month. I’ll set up some invitations for Mom, Dad, and Sayu—no one else! —and we will have a date set up. When that’s ready, we’ll have a private ceremony and get this over with it.”

“Light!” She threw herself at him, wrapping her entire body around him. “I’m so glad you are not backing down; you have made me the happiest girl in the world! I love you so much, Light Yagami!”

“I love you, too, Misa,” Light replied monotonously, feeling defeated. If anything, this could keep Misa devoted to him for way longer, a low chance that she’d ever backstabbing him. Sure, in an ideal reality, they could pretend that this relationship wasn’t a sham and just left each other alone with their respective goals. As future spouses, there was the promise of staying together in sickness and in health, with the addition of a flimsy certificate that wouldn’t matter much to him, but would matter to her, his family, and the law. And that was going to be enough.

~~~

Fortunately for Light, the ceremony was straight to the point with no interruptions. What they managed in the last minute was obtaining secondhand traditional wedding clothes, bringing just the Yagami family as guests, obtaining a wedding certificate, and celebrating with a quick dinner afterwards.

After everything was said and done, the marriage was consummated, going through the mechanics Light was used to keep Misa infatuated with him. Misa got what she wanted, and by this point, Light couldn’t care less about what happens next. There may be legal paperwork between them, and she may had taken his family name, but as far as Light was concerned, nothing had changed.

Light looked over Misa, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and sighed. He grabbed one of the robes they received as gifts and contemplated for himself across the room. Yes, this was nothing more than a milestone in their fake relationship, he could live with this. Was he happy it happened? Absolutely not, but there was no turning back now, especially with his family involved. He couldn’t take back their joy of witnessing the eldest son getting married, doing so would be cruel.

Misa’s phone rang loudly by the nightstand, her annoying ringtone blaring across the room. It didn’t faze her one bit (was she really that heavy of a sleeper?), so Light felt obligated to pick it up to make the ringing stop. He saw that it was Yuki, Misa’s newest manager (her third one this year), attempting to reach her. He answered the phone and was taken aback by her shrill voice.

“Misa-Misa, I tried my best to stop it, I’m so, so sorry!” Yuki practically screeched. “I don’t know how it happened, but the media knows! They know! Please don’t hate me, it was out of my control, I don’t know how it got out!”

“Yuki, this is Light Yagami,” Light said calmly. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, Yagami, it’s so good to meet you!” The phone continued to blare. “Can you hand the phone to Misa? She needs to know what happened; this is between the two us.”

“Well, since I happen to be her husband, I deserve to be involved in her business. Now, tell me,” He lowered his voice. “What are you talking about?”

“Light, I’m so sorry, I don’t know how else to tell you this, but … The marriage certificate got leaked to the press. I know you tried your hardest to keep it private, but someone must have gotten a hold of it from the city, it’s everywhere!”

~~~

News stations were buzzing over the breaking announcement that model and actress, Misa Amane, and NPA member, Light Yagami, were secretly married after years of speculation about their relationship. It was initially leaked to Sakura TV and everyone else followed, not letting this piece of gossip die down for the rest of the week. What could this mean for Misa Amane (now Yagami)’s career? Would she serve tradition and retire from the entertainment industry to have a stable marriage? What about children? Is Misa going to be pregnant soon and become a mother? And, what about NPA member, Light Yagami? What does he think about this attention since he seems like such a private man? What do they even have in common? How did they meet? Was it love at first sight? The speculations were endless!

Among the controversy, Kiyomi Takada was one of the first people who heard about the announcement during one of her televised news reports. To say she was shocked was an understatement; she felt dread hitting at the bottom of her stomach, almost losing her balance on live television. Light Yagami, a man he respected during her college years, was now married to that ditzy Misa Amane. To this day, their relationship didn’t make sense to her, but she tried her best to respect it to avoid confrontation with Light after he rudely ditched her for Misa. Yes, it still wounded her that someone as amazing as Light Yagami dropped her like a hot potato to date a celebrity. It was so beneath him, or so it seemed since he prioritized intelligence over anything else. To imagine that he could be so shallow was such a disappointment, but not surprising since he was, you know, a man.

She wanted to pretend that she was over him, but this announcement reopened some salted wounds, and she tried her hardest not to cry. Tears would not do, specially tonight, since her and Mikami were having dinner together as scheduled. To Kiyomi, Mikami was quite the peculiar character. He was so disciplined and rigid, she often wondered if shaking him out of his shell would do him some good. However, what intrigued her the most about him was his formidable intelligence and his pure sense of justice. They met last year during one of her hosted discussion programs about the rebuilding of Japan in the 21st century, and once Kira was brought up, she could sense his passion for a better world, and she instantly felt a connection. That year was notorious for the political divisiveness of integrating Kira’s ideology to the mainstream, and to have this man, who was a prosecutor, advocating in favor of pro-Kira world, was so refreshing. She had lost friends for her pro-Kira views, a good amount of them admitting that the reason why they couldn’t support Kira was because of petty crimes in the past. That was their loss; who needed friends like that anyway? Shoplifting, stealing, underage drinking … Good riddance. At that point in her life, she needed a friend with a similar viewpoint as hers, and Teru Mikami was the perfect candidate for it. During recess of that discussion program, she approached him and opened to him about her thoughts on the criminal justice system and social ills in Japan, and after seeing his eyes widen in shock, she knew that was enough for him to continue the conversation. After that, he told her that he was going to fit her in his schedule (she thought it was odd at first, but she understood), and they were friendly ever since.

As time went by, Kiyomi learned a hard lesson when it came to him: A friendship with Teru Mikami was like a porcelain teacup: Rare, valuable, and authentic, but if not handled with care, it was easy to crack under pressure. It was such a miracle that their relationship had survived her unintentional tactless tongue; if he was that teacup that she kept describing, he should had been fine powder.

In one of their dinners, they had a heated discussion about making it more common to reveal the identities of child criminals to the public; if common criminals could be exposed for their immortality, so should juveniles. This was the first time they disagreed on something this serious.

“He is a twelve-year-old boy!” Takada narrowed her eyes at him, trying her best to lower her voice. “Yes, he stabbed his mother brutally, I don’t like that at all, but he is a child, it doesn’t feel right that Kira can just kill him because he messed up. Let the police handle it.”

“What you call ‘messing up’ is an excuse to absolve him from responsibility.” Mikami argued back. “I was that age once and I know firsthand that children are old enough to understand right from wrong. If a child can bully someone and continue doing so despite witnessing someone suffer, then resorting to murder should have a fitting punishment.”

Kiyomi scoffed. “I see what’s going on, you are projecting on this child because of your childhood trauma. I understand that it was a difficult time for you, but it’s best to move on from it and not let it affect you anymore.” The moment she stopped speaking, she realized this was the worst thing to say to him, and she regretted it once she saw his reaction.

Mikami didn’t cry, at least never in front of her, but the shine on his eyes told a different story: It was as if he was trying his hardest not to show emotion, but she knew better: He was seething inside, he didn’t appreciate being told that his trauma didn’t matter.

“Mikami, I—”

“Let me just get the check, we are done here.” Such a simple statement but cut her like an icicle stuck in her chest. She screwed up, she lost him, and there was nothing she could do about it.

The next week, however, he texted her to meet up again same time, same restaurant. The message was clear once they sat down and ordered their meals: I’ll let it go for now, but I’m warning, don’t ever speak to me like that ever again.

Takada shook her head. It was best not to think about it, tonight was supposed to be a fulfilling event discussing crime and how to improve society.

~~~

“Takada, have you been listening to one word that I said?”

“Huh?” Takada got out of her daze, her mind accidentally wandering over Light and Misa. Was he happy? Could there be a chance that this was a publicity stunt? Did she mean that little to her after all?

“You weren’t listening,” Mikami said matter-of-factly. “I assumed you would be interested in talking about the current political climate, but I guess I was wrong.”

“No, no, I am interested,” Takada sighed. “I’m sorry, I just had a rough week, it’s not a big deal.”

“Okay.” He paused for a bit, and then realized that it would be best if she could talk about her issues. At least for a minute or so. “What happened?”

“Do you remember that I mentioned a Light Yagami to you?”

“I may or may not recall, go on.”

“We dated in college, right? From my experience, he was quite the intellectual and we had similar viewpoints about crime and justice. I just found out that he married the woman he dumped me for, Misa Amane.”

“I see,” Mikami considered his words carefully. “You loved him, and it hurts that he moved on.”

Takada’s face scrunched in embarrassment. “God, it sounds pathetic, doesn’t it? What am I doing pinning over a man who couldn’t care less about my existence? It’s been years, I shouldn’t let him have this much hold over me, I’m so stupid.”

“Takada, you are not stupid—”

“Yes, I am!” The tears began to roll down, she couldn’t stop them in time. “None of that matters and yet I’m acting like it’s the end of the world. Maybe there’s something wrong with me; I look down on others for being emotional and desperate, but here I am, being exactly that in front of you. I bet you don’t think highly of me anymore.”

Mikami was speechless; this side of Takada was unexpected, and he didn’t know how to react. “Takada, it’s okay … “

“No, it’s not,” Kiyomi dabbed her tears with a clothed napkin, mascara smearing over the fabric. “I’m sorry,” She stood up from her seat. “I have to go.”

“Takada?” He felt like a broken record, repeating her name over and over with no results. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t say a word, she kept walking, like she had no free will of her own, being guided by nothing but her emotions.

If she had any remaining dignity left her, she would have noticed the murmurs and stares from other guests at the restaurant. Once she was left out of sight, it was as if nothing happened, and they moved on with their lives.

The only person who didn’t take their eyes off her, despite the immense confusing plaguing their minds, was Teru Mikami himself.

~~~

Contrary to popular belief, Misa Yagami was still in the entertainment industry. While she teased that she might retire to be a devoted housewife, there was a still a pending task to continue working on a short film for an independent director was trying to get his name out there. Yuki was able to score this gig to solidify Misa as a serious actress, and she happily took it to showcase to the world that she wasn’t just a ditzy star whose greatest talent is beauty.

Misa and Light were separated for a few days so she could focus fulltime on the film, and, if Light were honest with himself, he appreciated her lack of presence at home. No whining, no shrieking, it was heaven. As long as she had her shredded pages of her Death Note to continue judging criminals, he was alright with their time off.

Two weeks have passed, and she was still gone. At this rate, it was starting to concern him that the lack of phone calls decreased significantly since she wouldn’t stop updating him on the movie at least three times a day. On the short time that he was enjoying the lack of silence, his mind started racing that something terrible must have happened. He hoped that it was just overly busy scheduling making her not call him because the other option could be … No, he wouldn’t go there.

He dialed her number and waited for the line to stop ringing, his heart racing fast, and for a second there, he was relieved that the call was picked up, until the voice behind the other side of phone was something he couldn’t recognize.

“It’s about time someone was concerned for her whereabouts.” The person said, and then snapped something with their mouth.

~~~

This was so unlikely Kiyomi Takada, it might as well be another woman living her life, someone she would make fun of on the spot. After that fiasco at the restaurant, she had been ignoring phone calls from anyone trying to reach her. Even Mikami tried to call a couple times, but she never picked up, not wanting to face him after the way she treated him. What else was there to say? Nothing, she ruined her only meaningful relationship in her life, and she couldn’t face his disappointment again. A couple of days passed, and she finally informed her boss that she was dealing with a contagious illness that might not be resolved for the rest of the week. It was humiliating to lie like that, but she had no other choice. All of this over a man, she cringed for the twelfth time today, allowing her nasty side to fill her head with more negativity.

Maybe it is for the best that you end up alone; no friends, no romance, and specially not the prestige of having a great reputation. You have been lying to yourself your entire life; you are not smart, you are not likable, and you are not worthy of respect. You may be pretty, but that means nothing if your personality is so boring. Crying over Light Yagami for the fifth time this week? Pathetic. Maybe he saw right through you and that’s why he dumped you. You may have fooled the entire country that you are refined and classy, but I know better. That façade you put yourself in the morning is starting to crumble and sooner or later, everyone will realize that there’s nothing to rave about you. If you were to die tomorrow, you’ll be nothing but a small obituary that deserves no more than two sentences. I can already picture it! Here lies Kiyomi Takada, a mediocre news reporter, survived by NO ONE—

A sudden doorbell ring snapped her out of her thoughts, and she sat upright on her bed. Maybe she was speaking out loud this entire time and someone came to complain. Better pull up the “contagious illness” card and see if she will be left alone.

When she opened the door, she was shocked at the figure standing across from her. Teru Mikami looked like his usual self, but he somehow didn’t feel that iciness that she sometimes sensed from him. He was …. concerned? For whom? It couldn’t be her; she didn’t deserve it.

“Mikami?” She finally spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“I tried calling you, but you never picked up. I had to make sure you were okay.” He spoke slowly, almost like he had to rehearse his words.

“I see,” Takada crossed her arms across her chest. “Are you sure it’s not for anything else? Maybe I needed the reminder that I’m not worthy to have anyone worried about me—”

“Takada, could you stop speaking like that?” Mikami barely raised his voice, but it was enough to shut her up.

“Mikami, come on—”

“No, that’s enough,” Mikami interpreted that as an invitation, and he went past her door. “In case you haven’t noticed, we have dealt with some many ups and downs for the past year, and I still haven’t walked away. You want to know why?”

Kiyomi nodded hesitantly.

“Because you happen to be my friend, thankfully the only friend I want in my life, because dealing with anyone else has been a headache.” Kiyomi’s mouth dropped. “Don’t be surprised, you feel the same way about me, too. You are probably one of the most moral and intelligent people I have ever met, and I don’t say that lightly about anyone.”

Among her gloom, a smile was beginning to creep on her face.

“You are also empathetic with others, and you are capable of understanding how overcoming struggles is not an easy feat, but you get through like a champion.”

“Mikami—”

“Let me finish,” He was becoming sterner. “I know you long enough to see that despite your pretenses to other people, you do care about justice and bettering the world, and that’s always been enough for me. You told me once that you were recognized mainly for your beauty, but that’s not what matters to me, it’s so frivolous. I just wished you were more open with me; you are not going to lose me either way—”

Kiyomi couldn’t help herself, she leaned over him and kissed him fully on the lips; he liked her for who she was? He didn’t care about her reputation and the superficiality of such petty things, finally a man with some depth.

For what seemed like a long minute, Kiyomi finally realized what she was doing and took a step back. She could hear her heartbeat thundering in her ears, searching for any indication of distaste or disgust for what she did to him. Instead, he said nothing, his expression was blank, just fingers ghosting over his lips, attempting to process the sudden turn of events.

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