.
I have this
recurring dream
of screams like
church bells dancing
over desert sand, stained
red with the lives
of lesser beasts…
Sayu Yagami had never cared much for make believe.
The whirling magic hiding within her own marked words, gods running the world with their hands in their pockets—no, such things had never been for her, had never been a part of her world.
No, Sayu found solace in what was real, what she could see, what she could touch. Reality was her niche like fish were to the ocean, and it was better, always better.
Finding the murder notebook on the campus of Light's school had just been a casual matter that had managed to change everything.
Now she dared to line up her iridescent dreams against the wall, marking them off one by one with edge-less consequence as they each came true.
She had never expected that she would ever become so trapped in an endless circuitry of her own unbearable want, a crazed hunger that demanded to be satisfied. It wasn't as if she had wanted something so extravagant as to create the perfect world—that, of course, had been her brother's desire—she had only been trying to help the people she cared about.
At least, at first.
Then her ideas had expanded, but still not too far. They soon stretched to also cover herself. But it was always understandable. After all, don't all humans want to make themselves happy?
But what Light did...well, that had gotten out of hand. Though, seeing as how they had been working as some sort of a tag-team, perhaps that, too, had been her fault.
From within her jail cell, waiting for her execution, Sayu wonders if there had ever been a time during all of this that she had wholeheartedly regretted picking up that notebook that morning, taking it for herself out of a place she wasn't even supposed to be to begin with.
Of course. Of course she had.
She had regretted it standing over the graves of all the people who were dead because of her and Light.
(Light, who had had just as much a hand in the murders and all the events that followed, but was smart enough to avoid arrest. Sayu's only hope was that he was still doing okay.)
But here, here awaiting her own death? Could she honestly say she regretted any of it?
She didn't want to die—she really didn't—but she would do it all again in a heartbeat.
Maybe.
That was a bit of a dreadfully short prologue to something I've been planning for a while. The rest of the chapters will be sort of rewinds of what happened.
I would love some feedback on this. xP
Hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading!
~Ratt Kazamata, 2-08-2012
