Disclaimer: As you should know, I don't own Death Note or any of it's properties, the writers and whoever made does, BUT I do own this story, plot, and the OC! =^~^=
Although I despise Light/Raito, I could only fit him into this story, so...if it sucks, don't flame me... -.-"
Lithe fingers slowly traced fractions of the white pages in the thick notebook. Brown eyes lingered on the Japanese lettering on the sheets, unbelieving of the familiar names written in them. A mix of the feeling of betrayal, shock, and disgust traveled throughout the young woman's body as she stared at the death note that lay on the mid-sized desk.
Never would she of thought that her best friend had killed multiple amounts of people by writing a single name in a devious notebook. Even though L had continually suspected Raito of being Kira, she, as a best friend, had never admitted to the feeling. Kiyoko Mitsuru would never go against her best friend's words, but now that she had figured it out, she had to tell the mysterious detective.
She thought her heart had stopped when strong arms enveloped her waist. "What's your plan now, Ms. Kiyoko Mitsuru?" A smirk could practically be felt through that silky voice. The male behind her placed his chin in the crevice of her cream-colored neck as he looked up at her through mischievous, brown eyes.
"R-Raito…How could you?" Kiyoko said, her voice suddenly cracking, "I believed in you, and yet, you really are Kira." A frown had made its way across Raito's face as the woman continued, "L was right…I should have believed him…I should have-" Soft lips were pressed on her own as she stared, wide-eyed, at the brown haired man. He pulled away, his eyes suddenly darkened, "I planned on doing that, and making it fit your romantic style, but it won't ever happen...ever." Kiyoko's eyes widened a fraction more, finally getting what he meant.
"I should despise you, but strangely, I don't think I ever could," she whispered as her eyes closed for the final time and her body dropped to the cold floor.
Raito bent down and traced his finger along her smiling lips, enjoying the feeling that lingered on his skin. He looked up and noticed a small piece of paper on his desk. He picked it up and opened it, careful not to mess up the small engravings.
After he read it, he turned toward the dead girl and took a strand of her brown hair in his fingers. Hot tears flooded his eyes as he picked her up and cried on her lifeless shoulder.
"If you were Kira and I captured you, I would bail you out since I love you that much."
Your Admirer and Best Friend,
Kiyoko Mitsuru.
~Owari~
