ê°áą. .áąê± . Imagine being in the Death Note universe and you canât die.
Notes: For this one, I think I went really dark with the first half of the part mentions so caution with that part like heavy trigger warning as it deals with topics of sex and the concept of the way I wrote it will or might be triggering for others. Iâm unsure if I should continue on since it was just started as a thought and Iâll be honest, I have no idea what Im doing rn. Also, reader is gender neutral!
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The night life of Tokyo was always loud in certain districts of Tokyo , musics coming out from clubs, and many people cramped or packed in one place
To cope with the suffocating loneliness, youâd spend your nights within the night life.
You were sixteen, well you looked sixteen but you werenâtâyou also had no proof you were an adult.
No matter how many years it had been ever since, you were still a sixteen year old in a sixteen year old body and a mind that wants to die.
Anyone can take advantage of you.
Especially if youâre a vulnerable person.
Youâd go to crowded hostels, to bars, and all-night hotelsâplaces filled with tourists, salarymen, and people who are all looking for a temporary escape.
It was something you never thought youâd do, you always felt disgusted with the thoughtâŠbutâŠhere you are.
To drown out the suffocating silence of your existence, you played the part of the lonely, gorgeous drifter.
You let them get close to you.
Youâll sit with them at bars or clubs, letting strangers buy you drinks, talk to you and whisper things into your ear, while you listen to them talk about their futures, their desires, their heartbreaks, and their dreams.
Sometimes, youâd go back to a cheap hostel room or their lonely apartment.
Youâll let them touch you, hold you, and try to find comfort in your skin.
But it gives you absolutely nothing.
You felt nothing, you felt disgusted by what youâve done, you hated you hated the feeling and how it made you crawl.
It made you want to rip of your entire skin.
Then you tried it again, but this time. You werenât disgusted, you were justâŠ.just there.
The person complained on how you werenât showing any emotions
âWhat the fuck do they know?â
The next day, that person went hysterical and committed self inflicted pain to themselves
The physical numbness of whatever those four guys did to you also made you unable to feel anything.
Every singleâs person touch felt hollow, their breathing and moans just made you completely detached.
They were many frequent comers whoâll seek you out, theyâll pay you even. Thatâs actually how you are able to buy things.
You didnât need to really, you donât have a reason to eat, sleep, or bathe. But, you preferred that you did.
And the longer these people stay near you, the more the air in the room begins to curdle.
They start looking at you at your sixteen-year-old face with a terrifying, bloodshot intensity.
You thought about how sick they were for being into a sixtieth year oldâit made you fucking hate them,
The more you hated them the more it seemed they hated you tooâthen theyâll go insane.
The longer they stayed , Their eyes would go bloodshot. And their hands would start to tremble and have a desire to end you.
Whenever they succumb to that murderous urge. You just close your eyes, drift into a state of sleep, and wake up a few hours later on a completely different riverbank or a secluded alley miles away, just the same.
Behind you, you leave multiple rotting, corpse of yourself to drive the police to believe that the âvictimâ had missing remains and the person who killed you was a sick cruel person.
You took notice how whenever you died or someone else died for you, you felt different.
You didnât know what was different but you just felt more, even more predatory, you didnât know how to word it.
The first few weeks of having to accept the truth were brutal for you to finally admit that you canât die and live on.
âWhat is the point of living if you canât die."
Thatâs what you always thought to yourself.
âHow long ago has it been now? Was it eight yearsânoânine years agoâŠ.Right. Iâm still sixteen, but I couldâve been twenty-five.â
You looked down at your hands. They were perfectly smooth. Your calluses and wrinkles were gone, and they were the exact same hands that used to flip through high school textbooks and avoid doing the dishes.
âI shouldâve been with my familyâŠ.I missâŠ.I missâŠ.you all.â You felt a tear running down through your cheek, thinking about every single moment and how you regretted everything, âI could've gotten into collegeâŠ.all that stupidâŠstudying all for nothingâŠand my friends...â
You tried to picture their faces, everything was blurryâŠYour parentsâ faces were trapped in photographs you could never hold again. Even your friendâs faces were slowly fading.
How they sound like, your friends dragging you to hang out or playing games and sports , you missed it.
Your friends were somewhere out there in the city, probably working corporate jobs, getting married, complaining about their lives, and growing older.
âI missâŠmy family and friends.â
You actually tried looking for one of them and you saw how they were moving on to their lives, were you perhaps jealous? that youâre living in this stateâŠyeah you were and all you could wish for was to be the same age as them catching up and hanging out.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips. The early days following the massacre scared you living you in a state of delusion.
Having been stripped of an identity a complete nobody, fucked you up.
No matter the circumstances or the dangers faced, the result was always the same, waking up in a new location, perfectly intact.
Over and over, again and again.
A permanent cycle that drove you insane.
You still remember the very first time you tried to end it. It was on a bridge over a river only a few days after the convenience store television told you were a corpse.
And when you were turned away by every police, and government worker. When you tried proving yourselfâthat you were alive.
When you went to your house and all you could feel was grief and pain.
It was sickening how you canât even go back to the house, you once called home just to see the pictures of your parents, go into your bedroom and wear your favorite clothes. You just wanted to go home.
You remember the chill of the midnight wind against the metal railing, and the rush of gravity when you let yourself fall.
You wanted the water to swallow me.
And with that you woke up gasping then you looked down at the puddle beside you, the water reflection showed your face.
You screamed, scrambling backward clutching your cheeks, and desperately scraping and clawing at your own flesh , trying to rip off your face .
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You kept watch on the four teenage guys who killed you. You werenât happy by the fact how flawed the justice system was only giving the four them five years in prison and were able to grow up.
Nine years had given them college degrees, corporate jobs, wives, and regular lives.
They thought they had paid their debt to society and had been forgiven and forgotten by the sixteen-year-old kid the victims they stabbed
The first one to see you was , the one who held the knife. You stood outside his office building and followed him and during a crowd surged he looked across the street and locked eyes with you and the color drained out so fast from his face, like he was going to vomit right there on his expensive leather shoes.
By the time he pushed through the crowd to look for you, you were gone and people were cussing him out for being a rude prick pushing people off.
Within a week, all four of them. Became stressed paranoid and frantic
âShouldn't they be dead?!â The first person said slamming his fist on the table, his eyes bloodshot, sweat pooling at his collar. âWe chopped their bodyâwe buried them! We hid the body in the deepest part of the forest There's no way!â
âWe lied to the cops yeah, but they couldnât even find the body.â He slammed the alcohol bottle on his other hand.
âIt's just hallucination," another guy the second person hissed, his hands shaking so violently. âItâs just the guiltâŠ. Weâre all adjusting to being back in society. Itâs normalâŠa trick of lighy.â
âA trick of the light doesn't follow you to your job, to your house, the train you take!â The third person , who was usually the quietest , was practically hyperventilating in the corner. âI just saw them outside my apartment. Staring up at my window and they didnât even blink! They just had that fucking creepy grin.â
âJUST SHUT UP!â The last person screamed making people in the room to go silent. âWe are all fucked if we go crazyâŠall we have to do is ignore them.â
The room went eerily chilly and all of them nodded.
The second person was the first to completely snap. Given by the severe paranoia he felt, He couldn't sleep, convinced that if he closed his eyes, you would show up smiling and stabbed him, like what he and done to your entire family.
He quit his job, and isolated himself from friends and his family until his apartment smelled like rotting garbage.
One evening, he went outside, only to smoke, since the entire apartment smelled like shit.
Then when he flicked the lighter he saw you standing calmly by a vending machine. And He pulled out his flip-phone, his thumbs frantic and slippery with sweat, and snapped a blurry, chaotic photo of me staring directly down the lens before he ran screaming into the night.
The next morning, he sprinted straight into a local police station , sobbing and screaming that a ghost was trying to kill him.
He shoved the phone into a detective's face, pointing at the screen.
the photo just showed a rainy, empty street with a distorted image of you standing near a vending machine.
They dismissed him as a a guilt induced man, ex convict, suffering from a guilty conscience, and they refused to look into it any further.
Driven to utter despair and the constant, mocking sight of your face, he ended his own life that very weekend.
And then there were three.
The first guy had a family. And they by day by his guilt drowning him from alcoholism he began being abusive and hurting his own family, which made the happy marriage fall apart, leaving him more on despair, he got fired from him job, he had no family, his children didnât want you see him. He was charged of domestic violence.
Then he saw you again standing in-front of his apartment building. His immediate reaction was to stab you again and again like a maniac, after all to himâyou werenât real. Only to find your lifeless body in-front of him leaving him to scream âNOT AGAIN NOT AGAINâ driving him insane and the next thing you know when the cops arrived due to a report of loud screaming and when they opened the door, they found his lifeless body hanging.
The third one, hearing all the news he couldnât comprehend and became a maniac and was sent to a mental institution and went crazy, started muttering and mumbling while screaming so loud that it made the nurses terrified, and when you went to the hospital to visit him he died of cardiac arrest infront of you. Due to insane stress, paranoia and fear.
The last one simply just ended it right there. So you didnât have to deal with him.
Because this was happening right at the peak of the Kira thing, the public didn't look closely at the bizarre circumstances. It was simple: Kira was passing judgment on the infamous teenage murderers who had escaped real justice years ago.
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Ryukâs yellow eyes remained fixed on you from the opposite side of the Task Force headquarters.
You sat beside Light, absentmindedly clicking a silver pen against the table. You completely ignored the investigation around you, continuing to click that pen until everyone in the room except Watari and L started going insane.
âOh, Iâm sorry! I was just really bored, Iâll stop now!â That was your excuse, and a moment later you were just lying down on the sofa. Meanwhile, everyone else remained hunched over their desks, trying to come up with ways or evidence to catch Kira.
The stunt you had pulled in the bathroom replayed through Ryuk's mind. The slit across your throat, your body collapsing into the bathtub, and then rapidly decaying into something unrecognizable before returning to life.
To be fair, it wasnât just him who kept thinking about it; the whole Task Force was unsettled by you. Poor Matsuda couldnât even handle standing next to you or looking into your eyes. Mogi and Aizawa were being extremely cautious around you, while Watari, L, and Light just moved on⊠maybe? Soichiro was still struggling to accept what had just happened.
And then there you were, just lying on the sofa, sighing.
âWould you like some ice cream?â L asked you, noticing your bored expression.
Hey, at least L had someone to eat with.
The next morning, you casually walked back into headquarters carrying a cake. Waving at everyone, you placed it right in front of L. He thanked you, and you just took your usual spot on the sofa, this time with a teen magazine in hand. Yeah, you were still a teenager, so it wasnât surprising, but Light seemed to be handling the pressure of dealing with you just fine.
Ryuk couldnât explain it. âWould the Shinigami King even know what they are?â The thought genuinely crossed his mind.
That evening, after leaving headquarters, Light walked silently down the sidewalk. One hand rested inside his pocket, while the other carried a plastic grocery bag filled with bright red apples.
Behind him floated Ryuk. He was unusually quiet.
Light didnât look up. âWhat.â He glared ahead. âI told you not to talk to me in public, or else people will think I'm a crazy person.â
Ryuk ignored this and scratched the side of his face with one long claw, his glowing eyes following the people passing beneath him. âYou know⊠I donât scare easily.â
Light continued walking. âI noticed.â
âButâŠâ Ryuk admitted, ââŠthat person creeps me out.â
That finally earned him a glance. âYou?â
Ryuk nodded. âYeah. I donât like not understanding things.â
Light looked forward again. A few more steps passed before Ryuk suddenly spoke up again. âHey, Light, can you make them touch the Death Note?â
Light frowned. âWhat?â
âI wanna talk to âem.â
âYouâve already been talking.â Light said , ignoring Ryuk.
Ryuk shook his head. âNaah. Iâve been listening. Thatâs different.â
Light stared ahead. Usually, Ryuk just watched to be entertained; he was rarely interested enough to hold a conversation with a human.
âSo,â Light asked quietly, âwhat exactly do you want?â
Ryuk folded his arms. âYou see, Light⊠Iâve watched humans use Death Notes. Iâve watched people beg. Cry. Murder. Pray. Lie. Iâve watched people desperately cling to life⊠and others throw it away.â He looked toward the darkening sky. âThe Shinigami King never told us something like this could exist. And the old man loves making rules.â
He leaned closer until he was floating right beside Lightâs shoulder.
Light slowed to a stop beneath a streetlight. ââŠYou think this has something to do with him?â
Ryuk shrugged. âMaybe. But if even our rules donât work⊠maybe he just forgot to write one, he probably knows though maybe just didnât care.â His grin faded for a moment.
Then, Ryukâs eyes drifted downward. They landed on the plastic grocery bag swinging gently from Lightâs hand. His entire expression changed. His pupils practically sparkled.
Light sighed immediately. ââŠNo.â
âI wasnât even finished!â
âI know where this is going.â
Ryuk floated upside down in front of him, pointing dramatically at the bag. âCan I get one of those apples?â
âIâm really itching for one.â
Ryuk nodded without a hint of shame. âCome on.â
Ryuk kept on begging, twitching, and throwing a tantrum. Light let out a long, exhausted sigh, reached into the bag, and tossed an apple over his shoulder without even turning around.
Ryuk caught it with both hands. He immediately bit into it with an impossibly loud CRUNCH.
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Boredom. Thatâs what you were feeling right now, sprawling out on the sofa and just watching the Task Force work their butts off. Your constant sighing was clearly beginning to irritate Aizawa.
âYou seem bored,â Light said, offering a completely fake smile.
âI am verrry bored⊠Very bored.â
He let out a sigh. ââŠIs there anything youâd like to do?â
You looked around thoughtfully before snapping your fingers. âOh! Letâs go out. I want strawberry cake.â Then, you turned toward him with an innocent, wide-eyed smile. âRight, Kira?â
The entire Task Force froze, the air instantly turning to ice.
âHey⊠I don't think Light isââ Matsuda chimed in nervously.
Click. Your tongue made a sharp, familiar clicking sound, cutting Matsuda off. Forty seconds had passed anyway.
Lightâs fake smile twitched violently. ââŠItâs Light.â
You nodded quickly. âOh, right, right! Itâs just that Ryuzaki keeps saying 'Kira' and 'Light'âsorry. âŠLigâKira.â
A vein nearly popped on Lightâs forehead. Behind him, Ryuk floated upside down, barely containing his laughter.
A little later, the two of you were walking down the street. Ryuk was still relentlessly pestering his human.
âLight.â Ryuk pleases
âYou donât even know what I was gonna ask.â
âI knowâŠyou are going to say âMake them touch the Death Note.ââ
âAnd the answer is noâ
âI wanna talk to âem.â
âYou already can when theyâre nearby.â
âI wanna talk to them while they can see me.â
âYouâve been saying no for twenty minutes.â
âAnd Iâll keep saying it.â
Ryuk dramatically flopped through the air. âLight⊠Iâm getting itchy. I need a conversation. And apples.â
Hearing Light mutter under his breath, you glanced over your shoulder. You stared directly at the seemingly empty space beside him, then shrugged. âMaybe.â You thought while thinking about the possibility he was talking to someone.
Ryuk drifted right beside Lightâs ear. âMake. Them. Touch. The. Notebook.â Ryuk was poking Lightâs shoulder with one impossibly long finger.
Light resisted the ultimate urge to scream right in the middle of the sidewalk. He tightly closed his eyes.
You tilted your head, watching his bizarre behavior. âLight, Are you okay? Even Iâm getting worried. Youâve been grinding your teeth for the last five blocks.â You gave a small, mischievous smirk. "But you know, it's cute and nice to see you behave like this."
Through gritted teeth, Light muttered, ââŠIâm smiling.â
Suddenly, you stopped walking. âOh. There it is.â
Light looked up. They had arrived at the bakery. Rows of beautiful cakes sat perfectly displayed behind the glass window.
You smiled brightly. âThey have the strawberry shortcake. I wanted! Lets go Kira?â
Lightâs eye twitched violently. âItâs Light.â
âOh.â A brief pause. âSorry, Kira.â You openly mocked him, Completely ignoring what he had just said.
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Despite how much you pushed his buttons, you had basically forced yourself into becoming Light's "friend." You knew it, and he certainly knew it.
Later that day, you casually walked right up to the Yagami household. You burst through the front door with Sayu opening the door, and came in without an ounce of hesitation, shouting into the house, âlight! Your friend is here!â
Dammit. Light absolutely did not consider you a friend. He hurried downstairs and opened the inner door, glaring down at you. âWhat do you want?â
âIâm bored,â you stated simply. âI decided to eat dinner with you guys. Go tell your mom you invited your friend over.â
Before he could even process the words, you pushed past him, kicked your shoes off, and confidently made your way upstairs to his room
Down in the hallway, Sayu stood completely frozen, thoroughly confused by the incredibly rude scene that had just played out right in front of her, seeking her big bro get treated like that was oddly funny.
Light pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, defeated sigh. He turned to his little sister. âSayu⊠tell Mom my friendâwith a lot of emphasis on that wordââis eating dinner with us tonight.â
You know, Light,â you said, not looking up from the pages, âyou are such a boring personâ
Light didnât break his composure, but his fingers tightened around the edge of his desk.
You let out a loud, dramatic sigh and rolled over onto your stomach. âBor-ing. You can drop the actâŠyou knowâŠwhat happened to the guy that pinned me down and called me a âparasiteââ you mockingly smiled to him.
You glanced directly at the empty corner of the room where Ryuk was upside down, âyou know I feel like someone is always next to you,â then sighed, Ryuk his giant eyes widening. âHey, Light⊠theyâre doing it again. Theyâre looking right at me.â
âI told you, I don't care about your delusions,â Light said coldly, crossing his arms. âBut since you forced yourself into my house, you will behave politely in front of my family. Do you understand?â
You gave him a salute from the bed. âSir, yes, sir,â
A sharp knock on the door interrupted them. Mrs. Yagamiâs gentle voice carried through the wood. âLight? Dinner is ready! Bring your friend downstairs.â
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You sat directly across from Light. To his left was Sayu, who was still eyeing you. Mrs. YagamiâSachiko smiled warmly, placing a large bowl of hot food in the center.
âItâs so nice to meet you!â Sachiko said kindly. âLight rarely brings friends home What is your name?â
Before you could answer, Light smoothly cut in, his face wearing a picture-perfect, wholesome smile.
âOh their name is ââŠ.ââ He said while shotting you a warning glare that clearly translated could be translated as âSay the wrong thing and youâre dead.â
âHahaha, yes! ,â you said cheerfully, scooping up a massive portion of food.
âYou look really good looking,â sayu muttured âoh thanks!â you replied back.
The whole dinner was going smoothly till the kira news came again playing on the tv which made the table silent, and light shooting you another glare,
âItâs so wild how Kira can just kill people without being there. Don't you think so? imagine your family memeber was Kira or a friend, a person you work withâŠso scaryâŠâ
Light carefully set his glass down. His smile didnât drop, but his eyes were completely dead. âKira is a criminal, and the police will catch him..â
âRight, right.,â you corrected yourself, completely unbothered.
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After dinnerâwhich Light practically forced you to finish in record timeâhe insisted on walking you out to âensure you got home safely.â In reality, he just wanted you away from his family. But you kept on laughing saying you wanted to stay so you went up to his room again
You were spread out comfortably on his bed, casually flipping through a very special dirty magazine he owned and you commented on how âkinkyâ and questioned him about if he had a favorite model in the magazine.
You were nosy and that irritated him, you continued on flipping through those magazines. While Light stood by his desk, practically vibrating with repressed rage.
Ryuk was floating near the ceiling, absolutely delighted by the chaos.
âLight,â Ryuk whined, drifting lower. âMake them touch itâIâm dying of boredom here.â
âNo,â Light hissed under his breath, keeping his eyes locked on you.
You tossed the magazine aside, sitting up with a grin. âYou know, Light, you talk to yourself a lot. Itâs kind of a bad habit i heard that if you that youâll go insaneâŠâ
You rolled off the bed and walked straight to his desk, completely unbothered by the death glare he was burning into the side of your head.
âHow do you kill, Kira? Câmon, I won't tell, pinky promiseeee?â you pleaded, thrusting your pinky finger right into his face.
Light didnât take your finger,âWhy would I share anything with a reckless, person like you?â
Ryuk cackled from above, looping through the air. âLight, theyâre begging! Tell âem! Tell âem how the notebook works!â
You dropped your hand, a wide, knowing smirk spreading across your face
Lightâs chest rose and fell with a sharp, ragged breath. He leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper,
âIf you know so much, why donât you just tell L? â
âWhy donât you walk into headquarters tomorrow and tell the entire Task Force that Light Yagami is Kira?â
You leaned forward too, matching his distance until you could see the absolute frustration swimming in his brown eyes.
âBecause,â you whispered back, your eyes crinkling with genuine amusement, âthat would make things boring again. And I hate being bored.â
You leaned your weight against the desk, entirely unfazed by his intense proximity. âIf you donât show me, Iâm just going to scream 'Kira' down the stairs right now. Iâm sure your mom and Sayu would love to join the conversation.
âOh, and telling your wonderful mom about your dirty magazinesâher perfect, sweet child having a massive stack of themâwould be really disappointing.â
Lightâs jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched.
With a heavy sigh, he reached under his desk, unlocked the false-bottom drawer with a hidden pen component, and pulled out the black notebook.
You smiled and touched it.
Then, a strange, cold shockwave rippled through your fingers. Instantly, the empty space right next to Light materialized into the towering, terrifying form of Ryuk.
The Shinigami gasped, his massive pupils expanding as he looked down at you.
âWow! You actually made 'em touch it!â
Ryuk roared, laughing so loudly the room practically vibrated. âHey! You can see me now, right?â
âTaller than I thought,â you remarked casually, reaching up and playfully poking the tip of Ryuk's nose.
Ryuk let out an incredibly loud screech of delight, flipping upside down in mid-air.
Light sliced his hand through the air, cutting off the celebration. âEnough. You forced my hand. Now, we make a deal.â
Light stepped closer, his expression composed, though the calculation in his eyes never wavered.
âYouâre someone who should die,â he said evenly. âA parasite that shouldnât exist.â
His gaze remained fixed on yours.
âI donât care about your condition, â intend to understand it and use you.â
A brief silence followed before he continued.
âSo cooperate with me.â
âAnd in returnâŠIâll stop treating you as an enemy.â
He extended his hand. âDo we have a deal?â
You stared at his outstretched hand without moving.For several long seconds⊠Then you quietly laughed. âI donât like that.â
The smile remained on your face, but something behind your eyes disappeared, the playfulness went away. Even Light found himself hesitating.
âIf you ever tried to treat me like some experimentâŠâ you said softly, ââŠIâd hate you, Light.â
You took a slow step closer until only a small distance separated the two of you. âIâd really, really hate you.â
For the first time since the conversation began, your expression looked completely unreadable.
âIâve already had enough people decide what my body was worth. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Light simply watched you, studying every tiny change in your expression.
Thenâ Your smile suddenly returned as though nothing had happened. âBut oh well.â You shrugged. âDo whatever you wantâI wonât stop you.â
Ryuk slowly leaned forward, his grin stretching wider and wider.
Light pinched the bridge of his nose Ryuk floated excitedly around the room, practically vibrating. âSoâŠDeal?â You looked at Light just smiling, Light looked between your cheerful expression and Ryukâs childlike excitement. âFine,â Light muttered through clenched teeth.
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It had been two days since your visit to Lightâs house and the Task Force headquarters was unusually quiet.
The videotapes from the so-called Second Kira had been watched over so many times that everyone could practically recite them from memory. For once L had ordered everyone to take a break while Light, who had stubbornly refused to sleep have finally gave in taking a seventeen hour ânapâ.
Youâd found him asleep exactly where heâd been sitting. Sideways on a chair, you stared at him for several seconds before slowly looking over at Watari. âHe does this often?â Watari nodded as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. You also found out that he was really hygienic and liked taking baths in a washing machine, which made you confused on how comfortable he was.
Before that nap , he made you sign what felt like 100 different documents.
They were Confidentiality agreements. Visitor contracts. Restrictions. And one clause in particular stood out: You were not to leave headquarters unless accompanied by Light Yagami.
You still werenât sure whether that was for your protectionâŠâŠor everyone elseâs. It irked you because it means that Light had to be with you, anytime you wanted to leave and go out.
But, Light had already returned to university for the afternoon. So you remained exactly where youâd spent most of the last two day.
Now you were curles across the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Ryuk floated upside down above you, making ridiculous faces simply because he could. âIâm getting bored,â he announced.âIâm going back to Light.â
ââŠTraitor.â you murmured while he drifted straight through the ceiling.
A few minutes later, L emerged from the hallway carrying a parfait Watari had prepared. He settled into the chair opposite you in his usual crouched posture, with a spoon in hand.
He didnât say anything he just looked at you with his wide eyes as he put the spoon on his mouth, âit freaked you out.â He just simply watched you for an entire minute, then five and then ten.
Finally, you sighed, not wanting to be stared at, âAre you going to keep staring, Ryuzaki?â L blinked. âOhâ Iâm sorryâDoes that make you uncomfortable?â
âNo Not really.â You hummed then glance at him, âIâd just prefer if you talked to me instead.â
ââŠI see, then.â He took another spoonful of parfait.
Then, without warning, Lâs face grew dead serious,âLight Yagami is Kira,â he stated flatly. You didnât even look up from the ceiling, and completely unfazed by the weight of his accusation, and simply replied, âI know.â Lâs dark eyes remained fixed on you, âI know that you know,â he murmured quietly. You finally offered a lazy nod, murmuring, ââŠYeah.â
L shifted his weight on his chair, pressing his thumb against his lip. âYou could tell me,â he prompted, but you just gave a faint smile and replied, âI just did.â L let out a tiny breath, his gaze narrowing slightly. ââŠThat is not evidence.â You closed your eyes, absorbing the rhythm of his voice, and answered honestly, âyeah, it wasnâtâŠi guessâ
Leaning forward until his knees practically brushed his chest, L rested his thumb firmly against his lower lip. âYou understand that if Light truly is KiraâŠâ he began, letting the sentence hang in the air. , ââŠmillions of lives are at stake.â He paused, âAnd yet⊠you donât care.â You let out a quiet, heavy breath, ââŠYeah. I donât.â
L intensely studied your expression,âYou donât care if Kira continues killing criminals?â he questioned. You remained completely silent for several long seconds, the ticking of the wall clock echoing in the room before you finally answered. ââŠIf I were still alive⊠I think I would. But Iâm not. So I justâŠâ You searched deeply for the right words to describe the hollow expanse inside you, finally whispering, ââŠdonât have it in me anymore.â
L remained completely still, his knees tucked tightly against his chest as your words hung heavily in the quiet air. âI see.â
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The Headquarters slowly came back to life.
The Task Force had resumed work after the brief break L had forced everyone to take. Reports were stacked across every desk, while the televisions replayed the Second Kira tapes. And the Coffee cups had begun multiplying again. Meanwhile⊠You had accepted that you werenât much help outside of being living bait for them or whatever, you eyed Light but was too tired to even taunt him.
So, you occupied yourself with a half-finished crossword puzzle someone had abandoned on the coffee table. You clicked the end of your pen absentmindedly. ââŠWhatâs a five-letter word?â No one answered. You looked around the room. muttering the word â Rude.â Then Watari happened to pass behind the sofa. Without missing a step, he glanced down. ââQualm.ââ You brightened. âOh! Thanks, Watari.âHe gave a small nod before continuing on. While you were happily filled in the boxes.
The pen tapped against the paper.
ThenâIt slipped from your fingers.
The pen slipped and rolled across the floor. While your hand froze,no, your entire body froze. Then a strained, involuntary sound escaped your throat. ââŠGuââ Matsuda, who had been organizing files nearby, immediately looked up. ââŠHuh?â Your body remained standing for only a second. Your eyes slowly drifted toward L. For the briefest momentâŠThe two of you made eye contact.
ThenâTHUD. Your body had collapsed onto the floor. While The room froze. Matsuda reacted first. âH-Hey!â The files scattered as he rushed over, dropping to his knees beside you.He grabbed your shoulders. âCome onâŠâ He gave you a gentle shake. âQuit messing aroundâŠâ but you werenât talking at all or responding, Matsuda gave a nervous chuckle âYou always do thisâŠâ He forced out a nervous laugh. ââŠYouâre gonna sit up and scare me again.â You havenât been responding while Matsuda keeps on shaking you and checking your pulse, there was no pulse and he looked up to everyone in the room, âSo⊠come on.â The smile disappeared from Matsudaâs face. And Soichiro hurried over, immediately checking for a pulse to confirm that you are dead.
Several long seconds passed. Then he looked toward L. ââŠTheyâre not breathing.â Silence consumed headquarters. Light stood motionless. His expression showed nothing but carefully measured shock. âJust as planned.â He smirked in his head. So, the Second Kira acted, just as expected. âThough misa is completely incompetent and stupid, surely they were useful for this once.â If this happened while everyone could see himâŠthen heâll be less suspected to be Kira, L said it himself. Exactly as planned, it wonât clear him but it would lessen and save his face.
L remained seated in his chair, knees drawn tightly to his chest. His thumb was pressed against his lower lip, his large, dark eyes tracking every single detail of what had happened
His gaze moved from Matsudaâs frantic shaking to Chief Yagamiâs grim face, and finally settled on Light. Light stood flawless, a perfect picture of quiet, appropriate disbelief in his face, probably thinking that this was second Kira. L noted the exact time on the wall clock. A minute by now, the tape theyâd approved will be aired.
Then, the body horror of your body changing started again
With soft, sickening cracks that echoed through the quiet room, your skin darkened rapidly. Your features began to cave inward, collapsing into an unrecognizable, decaying horror, that was horrifying to witness.
Matsuda shrieked, scrambling backward on his hands and knees until he slammed into a desk. "it's happening again! Their face... it's melting!"
Soichiro stepped back, his face completely pale. Aizawa gripped the edge of a table to steady himself, his knuckles turning white. The Task Force did not like being a witness to your body decaying.
Only Light remained completely still, maintaining his perfect act of a horrified bystander. But beneath the surface, his mind was singing in absolute triumph. With an entire room of police officers watching me stand here doing nothing, L cannot possibly pin this on me. I was here while miss killed them off for me.
"Gets me every damn time," a raspy voice whispered from above. Ryuk drifted downward through the ceiling, upside down, staring at your rotting remains with a wide, twisted grin.
Light's eyes flicked toward the detective. L hadn't blinked. He slowly lowered his thumb from his lip, his gaze locked directly onto the decaying mass. "The physiological degradation is identical to the previous incident, to bad they requested not to be experimented.â L murmured, his voice flat and monotone in the dead silence. "Though the timing is too precise. It perfectly serves to alleviate suspicion from Light Yagami."
Light didn't flinch. "Ryuzaki, you can't possibly think I had anything to do with this. I've been standing right here the entire time."
"I know," L replied softly, finally shifting his dark eyes to meet Light's. âWhich means the Second Kira did not act alone. They acted on a directive. And they just gave us the ultimate piece of circumstantial evidence.â
Well after that event that happened your body was gone and Watari had to deal with cleaning up what was left, there was no stench or whatever-so ever, but it needed to be cleaned, while the rest of them had to use your death as evidential proof.
The doors slid open and you walked inside carrying two plastic convenience-store bags. While you faintly reeked of alcohol âIâm back, everybody!â
Every head turned the first one was Matsuda who looked up quickly .The color immediately drained from his face and see how his eyes were a bit of glossy.
âAWH.â You smiled. âMatsudaâŠWere you crying?â
I wasnât crying!âMatsuda exclaimed, âThatâs so sweet of you Matsuda!â You continued to tease him laughing while patting his back, âI was noââ Matsuda looked at you trying to respond before you caught him off
âYou knowâŠIf I were still twenty-fiveâIâm pretty sure weâd have become drinking buddies.âYou lifted one of the bags which made a clanking noiseâyeah you brought alcoholâŠ(howâd you even get that? Was what Aizawa thought) and a chiffon cakeâŠ.âCâmon matsudaâ you put your hand on his shoulder âI know a great bar! Iâll even introduce you to some girls. Trust me theyâll want you~â
Matsuda looked genuinely terrified.âN-No, thank you!ââOh, donât be like that!â You scoffed at him while you drop the plastic bag on the table and began saying âMatsuda! Matsuda! Matsuda!â you cheeredâŠyeah maybe even if you canât die you can still get drunk.
L approached you with his typical, silent slouch, stopping directly in front of you as you continued to lean over the back of the sofa. "Your death has provided us with a crucial piece of data," he murmured, his dark eyes fixed intently on yours. "The timing suggests that the Second Kira and the original Kira are already coordinating and your collapse serves as a direct indicator of their communication."
You let out a dramatic sigh, entirely ignoring Ryuzakiâs deduction and kept your eyes locked on Matsuda instead.
Matsuda let out a long, exhausted sigh of his own, rubbing both hands over his face in a desperate attempt to process the madness. âI genuinely thought you were pulling another prank on me,â he groaned, his voice cracking slightly.
You offered him a bright, mischievous grin. âCome on, Iâve only faked you out like... eight times!â Matsuda immediately threw his hands up in despair.
âI thought itâd be funny!â you added defensively. âIt wasnât!â he shot back. âIt was a little funny,â you insisted, but he shook his head vigorously, repeating, âIt wasnât!âLeaning over, you playfully bumped your shoulder against his stiffened arm. âBut, See? Iâm still here,â you teased, trying to coax a smile out of him.
Matsuda looked down at you, his expression a mix of profound relief âFor now,â he whispered cautiously.
Your grin faltered into a pout as you nudged him again. âDonât say âfor now!ââFrom across the room, L had been silently observing the entire interaction, his hand mechanically stirring far too many sugar cubes into a lukewarm cup of tea.
He paused, his spoon clinking against the porcelain. ââŠMatsuda,â L called out flatly. Matsuda froze mid-breath, turning slowly toward the detective. âHm?â
L lowered his gaze to his cup. âYou appear to have become emotionally attached to them. Youâve become noticeably distressed following each of their deaths.â
Matsudaâs face instantly flushed bright red as he stumbled over his words. âI-I mean⊠theyâre our coworker! Or a friend, even!â Across the room, Mogi adjusted his tie, his stoic expression unreadable as he questioned,
ââŠAre they?â You gasped happily at Matsuda's words, entirely ignoring Mogi's skepticism as you pointed an excited finger.
âAw, Matsuda sees me as a friend! Come on, letâs go drink to celebrate!â
Aizawa immediately crossed his arms, frowning deeply from his desk. âArenât you sixteen?â he countered, âThat is underage drinking, and we are the police, we could file a case against your actions.â
âTechnically,â you said, pointing a finger in the air, âIâm twenty-five. I just look sixteen because my body gave up on growing the second I died. So legally, Iâm an adult.â
Hearing this Light just scoffed..yeah right. Aizawa rubbed his temples, a massive headache clearly forming. âLegally, you donât even have a birth certificate in our database, but right now, you are an underage to the public.â
L swirled his spoon in his over-sweetened tea, his monotone voice cutting through the bickering. âFurthermore, from a legal standpoint, the Japanese police cannot arrest or penalize an individual who does not officially exist on any government registry. It would be impossible to file the paperwork for a minor in possession of alcohol if the minor in question has already been declared deceased or never born.â
âSee? Ryuzaki gets it!â You cheered, grabbing your plastic convenience-store bag and swinging it around. âCome on, Matsuda! Letâs go drink, letâs drink some more!â
Matsuda peeked out from behind Aizawaâs shoulder, looking back and forth between you, Lâs completely blank expression, and Aizawaâs furious face. âIâI donât think my heart can handle drinking with someone who was a just death six hours ago!â
From the corner of the room, Light watched the entire chaotic display with a tight, rigid posture. His polite smile remained intact, They are completely throwing this entire serious investigation into disarray. While L is indulging them, the Task Force is completely distracted, and Ryuk...
Light glanced slightly upward. Ryuk was practically rolling around the ceiling in fits of silent, raspy laughter, thoroughly enjoying the sheer absurdity of the argument.
Fine, Light thought, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly at you. Act like a reckless child all you want. The more careless you are, the easier it will be for him to find a flaw in you and to defeat L.
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The sun hung low over Tokyo, washing the concrete towers in a bleeding shade of gold. The dayâs investigation had finally drawn to a close, and as always, L had insisted that Light escort you home.
It was a mandate that pissed Light off to no end, mostly because you spent every single block taunting him, teasing him, and thoroughly shattering his sense of control.
At this point, Light had also quietly realized that your definition of âhomeâ usually just meant whichever downtown bar happened to have the cheapest drinks that evening and would give you drinks.
For several minutes, neither of you spoke as you walked down the sidewalk. You watched a flock of birds glide across the evening sky, smiling faintly as they disappeared into the fading light. âSay, Light,â you began casually.
âHm?â he muttered, his voice cold and flat.
âYou haven't talked to me much lately,â you noted, tilting your head.
âI've been busy with university classes and the investigation,â Light replied, keeping his eyes locked straight ahead.
âYou also keep refusing to let me visit your house.â That is correct." Light replied then
You laughed softly at his bluntness. âIs university really that funâ
âTalking to any girls?â
Light answered after a brief, tense pause. âYes.â
âWow,â you teased, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow. âI'm jealous of that.â
The heavy silence returned. Passing cars hissed by on the asphalt, and your footsteps echoed rhythmically against the pavement as you began to hum absently to yourself.
Light glanced sideways, his jaw slightly tight. âYouâre in an unusually good mood.â
âYou've been smiling all evening.â
âOh.â You looked toward the horizon where the sun was dipping lower. âI was thinking.â
You smiled,. "About you." Lightâs eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "I can already guess what comes next."
"You're going to tell me you can't die."
You laughed softly, the sound airy and careless. "Close. I canât stay dead.."
You abruptly stopped walking, forcing him to halt a few steps ahead of you. The last rays of sunlight illuminated your face, casting a strange, ethereal glow over your features. âBut you?â you continued, your voice dropping to a sharp whisper. âYouâll die.â
Light turned to face you fully for the first time since leaving headquarters, a deep, quiet disdain radiating from his entire stance.
He despised you. He despised that he couldn't control you, couldn't write your name, and couldn't predict a single thing you did.
"One day your heart will stop," you said lightly, as if discussing the weather. "Just like everyone elseâs."
Light didnât blink, his voice cutting through the evening air. "I won't regret a single thing I've done."
"I know," you replied immediately, your smile widening, almost pitying him. A faint breeze stirred the trees overhead, rustling the leaves between you. "When your perfect world finally arrives, people will worship Kira. But then... theyâll die. Their children will die. Their grandchildren will die." You spread your arms wide toward the darkening sky, completely unfazed by his growing fury. "And when you die..." You tilted your head, your grin turning sharp, openly mocking his complex. "
Light's fists clenched inside his pockets, his breathing turning shallow. "When the last person who remembers the name âKiraâ is long gone, Iâll still be here,"
you taunted, stepping closer until your hollow, dark eyes met his furious gaze. âWhen the world itself begins to end... Iâll still wake up somewhere. But you want to know the funniest part, Light? I would give every single second of it away just to die once and actually stay dead.â
You smiled directly into his eyes, âSo do whatever you want. I won't stop you from rewriting this world. Just stop treating me like a parasite.â Then you stared at him grinning widely âno matter what you do, Iâll still exist.â
For a long, agonizing moment, the street felt empty. Light said absolutely nothing. Outwardly, his composure remained entirely intact, but beneath that mask, his pride had been slashed.
He harbored a venomous hatred that burned in his chest. Damn you, he thought, his mind racing with a violent urge to find your weakness and tear you apart. Damn you to hell. Wishing to rip your entire face and body right there.
Suddenly, you gasped, completely shattering the, dramatic tension as you pointed excitedly toward a nearby a convenience store. "Oh, Light, look! It's a cute dog!"
Light stood frozen under the flickering glow of the streetlight, his teeth grinding so hard his jaw ached.
The transition from your terrifying, speech about his mortality to cooing over a random animal was so incredibly jarring to him, it pissed him off how you would act like nothing happens every time you taunted him.
He didnât look at the dog. He kept his eyes locked onto you, âI am not your babysitter," Light said, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper that completely lacked his usual polite, charm. "And I don't care about that dog, so walk."
You didn't move, instead crouching down to wave at the golden retriever tied outside a convenience store. "Aw, look at his little tail! Come here, buddyâ"
"I said, walk," Light hissed, stepping forward and roughly grabbing your upper arm
The moment his fingers clamped around your jacket, then your head snapped up. The playful, childish expression vanished from your face in a fraction of a second, replaced by those hollow, pitch-black eyes that had threatened to kill him in his own bedroom.
Lightâs breath hitched and his survival instinct made him let go of but his pride refused to let him back down in front of a person he considered lower than him. He loathed you. The fact that you openly laughed at his grand vision of a crime-free utopia, and most of all, that you dared to look down on him with pity.
âDon't touch me, Light,â you said, your voice entirely devoid of warmth and cheerfulness that he was used to hearing. "I told you. I'm not going to interfere with your little Kira game. But if you ever try to force my hand, or treat me like something you can lock away, I will ruin you before you ever get to see your perfect world."
Light slowly released his grip, pulling his hand back into his pocket where his fingers tightly curled into a fist. His heart pounded and deep frustration pulsing through his veins.
He was a god. He was going to be the law. Yet, he was completely powerless against a teenager who cant die and is just boredâlike all the three of them.
âYou think you're seriously above everything because you can't stay dead,â Light whispered, with absolute disdain as he turned his back on you and began walking down the pavement again.
Floating upside down right above Light's head, Ryuk took a massive bite of his apple, the loud CRUNCH echoing in the tense silence.
You simply chuckled, running a hand through your hair as you jogged a few paces to catch up with Light, âdonât be like that Light! I still see you as a friendâ
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