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smashconTitle: One For Sorrow
Author: Lucy Kajiura
Rating: PG
Prompt: “If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.” - Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
Fandom/Series: Death Note
Word Count: 859
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary:
On the last day of her life, Amane Misa's thoughts are a jumbled mess, so maybe it can be excused that they linger too long at what could have been.
**
One For Sorrow
One for sorrow
The day Yagami Light died was a liar, just like the real man had been. Cloudy skies promised rain that never came, only to be an hour later replaced by blinding sunshine that faded into a breathtaking sunset.
The girl was brushing her hair. That, she thought with a bitter smirk, was the last thing she could tie to her beloved - the sound of the doorbell as she was brushing her hair.
That very same night, under the very same sunset, before the accusations and the investigation into her being the Second Kira could start, she calmy ignored the door, put on lipstick and got on her way, out the backdoor.
She took the Shikansen to her hometown, an almost empty train. She could feel the last rays of the setting sun on her back, but she did not want to look at them, to acknowledge that the sun - the last sun Yagami Light had ever seen - was setting.
She didn't cry.
Two for joy
The last time he had been happy had been, when L had died. She remembered his grin, the way he had promised her that they were so very close to their goal now. She didn't believe his joy was genuine. L had been a friend. His friend. Hers. Now she could feel the tears threatening, but she fought them down. Her make-up had to stay perfect. For Light.
For L.
Three for a girl
When her parents had died, she had done nothing but cry. She was never going to be that girl again, not even now. She had sworn she wouldn't. He had known that, of course, he had always known everything. Sometimes, when it was too much, he would offer words of encouragement when he thought nobody was looking.
She missed him, the raven-haired detective. So much empty space had suddenly appeared in her heart when he had died. More than she had thought possible next to the holes her family had left. And now, after Light's death, there was nothing left anymore of the girl she had been, not even a fake smile.
Four for a boy
Of course, L never tried for fake smiles. She couldn't remember if she had ever seen a genuine expression of joy on his bony face, but she was certain it would look out of place. But L wouldn't care. He was too removed from everything to bother with appearances. And for just a second - it is said that clarity always comes to one in the last hours - she thought she could see a glimpse of who he had really been.
They were just two sides of the same coin. L, who had removed himself so far from everything that he was more a machine than a human, and Misa-Misa, who had always lived in the moment, throwing all thoughts and inhibitions to the wolves, never caring about foresight.
Because they had lost something every child should have. Their home.
Five for silver
That night, that one last night before she had been set free, while she was still living in the task force headquarters, he had called her. It had been dark and cold, and she had been pissed at the emotionless detective with his panda-eyes. He had asked her questions she didn't remember anymore, her mind fuzzy and heavy as she rested the back of her head against the cool glass of the window of the Shikansen.
She did remember, however, what had happened. His skin had been tinged a sickly silver in the artificial lights of the computer monitors that dotted the dark room and he had sat in his chair emotionless and in his usual weird position, and suddenly she had been so angry at him.
She had grabbed him, forcing him to stand. And she had kissed him that night.
Six for gold
For whatever reason he had returned it, his lips warm and soft on hers. When he had drawn her closer to him, not letting go of her lips, she had tasted the cake he'd had earlier, and the tea. Oh god, there had been so much sugar in his tea. When he had finally released her lips they had been swollen from the kiss, her breath erratic as he had rested his forehead against hers, raven hair tangling with golden locks.
She hadn't met his gaze, she hadn't wanted to, been ashamed to, but now she regretted it. Maybe she would've caught a glimpse of the boy behind the empty eyes.
Seven for a secret
She had never told anyone about it, and she knew of L's thorough precision. There weren't any recordings of that night in the headquarters, he would have deleted them all. In fact, she did not even like admitting that it had happened in front of herself. Her heart, her allegiance, belonged to Light, her knight in shining armor.
Never to be told
Her cheeks were burning now. She shouldn't be thinking of that, she shouldn't even be remembering it. Her last thoughts shouldn't be about wasted opportunities, not on the day she would die.
***
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Author: Lucy Kajiura
Rating: PG
Prompt: “If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.” - Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
Fandom/Series: Death Note
Word Count: 859
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary:
On the last day of her life, Amane Misa's thoughts are a jumbled mess, so maybe it can be excused that they linger too long at what could have been.
**
One For Sorrow
One for sorrow
The day Yagami Light died was a liar, just like the real man had been. Cloudy skies promised rain that never came, only to be an hour later replaced by blinding sunshine that faded into a breathtaking sunset.
The girl was brushing her hair. That, she thought with a bitter smirk, was the last thing she could tie to her beloved - the sound of the doorbell as she was brushing her hair.
That very same night, under the very same sunset, before the accusations and the investigation into her being the Second Kira could start, she calmy ignored the door, put on lipstick and got on her way, out the backdoor.
She took the Shikansen to her hometown, an almost empty train. She could feel the last rays of the setting sun on her back, but she did not want to look at them, to acknowledge that the sun - the last sun Yagami Light had ever seen - was setting.
She didn't cry.
Two for joy
The last time he had been happy had been, when L had died. She remembered his grin, the way he had promised her that they were so very close to their goal now. She didn't believe his joy was genuine. L had been a friend. His friend. Hers. Now she could feel the tears threatening, but she fought them down. Her make-up had to stay perfect. For Light.
For L.
Three for a girl
When her parents had died, she had done nothing but cry. She was never going to be that girl again, not even now. She had sworn she wouldn't. He had known that, of course, he had always known everything. Sometimes, when it was too much, he would offer words of encouragement when he thought nobody was looking.
She missed him, the raven-haired detective. So much empty space had suddenly appeared in her heart when he had died. More than she had thought possible next to the holes her family had left. And now, after Light's death, there was nothing left anymore of the girl she had been, not even a fake smile.
Four for a boy
Of course, L never tried for fake smiles. She couldn't remember if she had ever seen a genuine expression of joy on his bony face, but she was certain it would look out of place. But L wouldn't care. He was too removed from everything to bother with appearances. And for just a second - it is said that clarity always comes to one in the last hours - she thought she could see a glimpse of who he had really been.
They were just two sides of the same coin. L, who had removed himself so far from everything that he was more a machine than a human, and Misa-Misa, who had always lived in the moment, throwing all thoughts and inhibitions to the wolves, never caring about foresight.
Because they had lost something every child should have. Their home.
Five for silver
That night, that one last night before she had been set free, while she was still living in the task force headquarters, he had called her. It had been dark and cold, and she had been pissed at the emotionless detective with his panda-eyes. He had asked her questions she didn't remember anymore, her mind fuzzy and heavy as she rested the back of her head against the cool glass of the window of the Shikansen.
She did remember, however, what had happened. His skin had been tinged a sickly silver in the artificial lights of the computer monitors that dotted the dark room and he had sat in his chair emotionless and in his usual weird position, and suddenly she had been so angry at him.
She had grabbed him, forcing him to stand. And she had kissed him that night.
Six for gold
For whatever reason he had returned it, his lips warm and soft on hers. When he had drawn her closer to him, not letting go of her lips, she had tasted the cake he'd had earlier, and the tea. Oh god, there had been so much sugar in his tea. When he had finally released her lips they had been swollen from the kiss, her breath erratic as he had rested his forehead against hers, raven hair tangling with golden locks.
She hadn't met his gaze, she hadn't wanted to, been ashamed to, but now she regretted it. Maybe she would've caught a glimpse of the boy behind the empty eyes.
Seven for a secret
She had never told anyone about it, and she knew of L's thorough precision. There weren't any recordings of that night in the headquarters, he would have deleted them all. In fact, she did not even like admitting that it had happened in front of herself. Her heart, her allegiance, belonged to Light, her knight in shining armor.
Never to be told
Her cheeks were burning now. She shouldn't be thinking of that, she shouldn't even be remembering it. Her last thoughts shouldn't be about wasted opportunities, not on the day she would die.
***
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