anime/manga;
Death
Note
pairings;
L/Light,
Matt/Mello, one-sided Misa/Light and umm yeah i think that's
it.
characters;
L,
Light, Matt, Mello, Near, Misa, Sayu, Soichiro, B
warnings;
shonen-ai
(boy/boy), language
disclaimer;
I do
not own Death Note or the characters used.
^- .oo1; OnceIt was a slip-up he was never supposed to make, but the very first time he laid eyes upon L he could've sworn that the ground he stood on crumbled ever-so-slightly.
^- .oo2; TimeIt slowly passes, no matter how much they want it to speed up, no matter how hard they wish for it to just stop.
^- .oo3; DawnNear will make sure that it comes, regardless of how dark the night is.
^-
.oo4; DuskHe
stays up late, propping toffee after toffee into his mouth and
downright refuses to sleep until his fingers ache and eyes sting and
he is at least ninety-four point seven percent sure that he will be
exhausted enough to just fall right asleep without twisting and
turning and bothering to think about the fatal nightmares waiting
just around the corner.
^-
.oo5; HeavenRosary
beads clutched tightly in one hand, crucifix necklace resting against
the ribcage hiding his throbbing heart; every prayer Mello's ever
known roll off his lips - the rest is up to God.
^- .oo6; HellThe inescapable taste of bittersweet sin mixed with L's strawberry shortcake in the back of his mouth, invisible flames licking along the lines of their entangled bodies and Light gasps for air that burns when it soars through his dry throat, "I guess I'll see you there."
^- .oo7; TruthThey lay spent and tired and far over the line they were never meant to cross, sweat-slicked skin and utter silence and Mello reaches for his unfinished chocolate bar by the bedside table; "I'll never love you, you know."
^- .oo8; Lies"I'm not Kira, dammit, L, you have to believe me- you just have to-"
^- .oo9; CloudsThere is excitement coursing through his veins as Mello pulls him down onto the open field in the middle of god-knows-where, sending them both tumbling on the ground until they land on their backs, sides pressed intimately together and Mello frowns just like always but he doesn't object when Matt entwines their limp hands and kisses each and every one of those long fingers for every white fluffy cloud that sails past them.
^- .o1o; Rainbow
Ivory-white skin that glows in the gentle brush of moonlight, ebony-colored hair that gingerly falls into his jet-black pools of eyes, peach-pink lips swollen and parted, rose-tinted cheeks burning beneath his hand; L's features are like beautiful poetry, and Light could go on forever.
^- .o11; StargazingHe doesn't need a telescope to count the stars that are reflected in L's seemingly bottomless eyes mere moments before they flicker once, twice and then turn completely monotonous.
^- .o12; DreamsThey were raised not to have any; their only purpose was, after all, to become just like L - the world's best detective three times over, no matter if they wanted to or not.
^- .o13; ImpossibleMisa knows it, and it just gets stronger with every smile she fakes - he'll never love her the way she wants him to.
^- .o14; InvisibleHe can still feel the chain attaching him to the spidery detective, digging into the skin of his wrist even now when the cuff has been removed; the tingling feeling and the mark that has faded since long serve as a reminder.
^- .o15; ImaginaryAt least she can pretend he means it when he kisses her like she's the most precious thing on earth (before asking her to use her Shinigami-eyes for his, entirely his, benefit).
^-
.o16; ShakespeareIt
was almost like some dark, twisted love tale - except for the fact
that L was unfitting as any
kind
of prince charming, least of all Romeo, and Light would rather drop
dead than play the part of a damsel in distress - sure, his legs were
gorgeous and all, but he just got the feeling that a dress wouldn't
be so becoming on him.
^-
.o17; Science"There's
no logic behind chemistry, y'know?" Matt announces, shifting
just that much closer to the other, completely invading his personal
space and then just stilling his motions as if to prove that Mello
won't be able to last a heartbeat over five seconds before jumping
him.
^- .o18; SchoolHis intelligence was one-hundred percent impeccable, and yet he found no logically based reason to why his heart suddenly decided to do flip-flops as soon as Light Yagami did something so insignificant as smiling.
^- .o19; MidnightNear always holds his breath when the clock strikes twelve as if he was still seven years old and afraid of the ghosts that were said to stalk out from the shadows at this particular and perhaps-magical hour, even though he knows better; now, there are monsters and ghosts and darkness everywhere he looks, every hour of the day.
^-
.o2o; KissKira
is unmistakably laughing on the inside while Light presses his lips
more firmly to the skinny insomniac's and thinks I'm
sorry.^-
.o21; PicnicThey
used to have one every other Sunday in the big park that was a quick
walk away from their house with white fences, when Light didn't study
for his exams and when Soichiro wasn't practically bathing in
unfinished work and when her mother smiled and meant it, placing
plastic plates decorated with sun flowers on the checked blanket and
oh but
Sayu misses those times.
^-
.o22; ThornsHe
is always on his guard, ready to pierce any obstacle that would dare
come his way with the precision of a needle - but such is his nature,
and maybe that is why it causes hot raging pain
to
shoot up throughout his very being when they tell him he's not good
enough as he is, tell him he needs to change and attain a part that
he definitely lacks but Near has plenty of.
^- .o23; FlowersHe didn't classify as a rose, breathtakingly beautiful but equipped with sharp prickles - nor did he remind Mello of a lilac, soft and pure and pretty - he was simply one of a kind with his own scent and pattern and color, and that suited Mello just fine.
^- .o24; PaintHumans are vain and greedy and selfish and sinful and their mortality is like growing stains of vivid red and unmerciful black, spreading like a disease, and it makes Light sick in the stomach.
^- .o25; MotherThe nice ladies at the orphanage had told him he had inherited his pitch black hair and alabaster skin from her.
^- .o26; FatherSoichiro Yagami has, more often than not, days when he feels like a really lousy cop; mostly because of the fact that he keeps looking at the case from a father's eyes instead of with the indifference a professional detective would.
^- .o27; OceanHe could try eternally, but he would never distinguish Mello's true eye color - they shifted from pitiless black to wine-tinted brown to ocean-blue.
^- .o28; Mermaid"Tell me a story, please - the one about Ariel", Sayu mumbles, sleep already heavily obvious in her high-pitched voice, and Soichiro does because he wants to protect her bubble of innocence for as long as he can.
^-
.o29;
Werewolf
"Yes",
Light agreed, absent-minded, a tired smile stretching across his lips
despite his nearly-unconscious state (due to working for no less than
twelve hours straight - his usual sleeping habits be damned), "the
full moon looks lovely tonight."
^- .o3o; SilverNot the purest gold nor the finest silver could compare to Mello's shining teeth when he flashed that true smile that only snuck out every three years or so.
^- .o31; WitchLight found it entirely ridiculous and stood by his opinion in L deserving the square-eyed punch he'd received when the insomniac gingerly scooped up his hand, traced the lines wrinkling Light's flawless skin and said with a smile that gave his scheming intentions away, "I am quite skilled in fortune-telling, Light-kun, and here, for example, you can clearly see that within the next hour Light-kun is going to admit being a brutal murderer.."
^- .o32; CrystalShe finally saw it, clear as day - Kira's crimson eyes seemingly ablaze and drained of all pity as they stared her down from Light's otherwise caramel-colored, to-die-for orbs and she knew that if she'd ever considered leaving his side it was just another thing to check off on her list of impossibilities.
^- .o33; PastL always murmurs that he doesn't want to talk about it.
^- .o34; FutureThey don't have one, and they never will, but Matt can still dream and hope for a small little house painted in pearl-white and pale pink, by the foot of a calm community where there will always be chocolate brownies in storage and maybe, just maybe, he'll even give up on smoking.
^- .o35; SnowHis eyes have grown tired and dreary and his hair has gotten longer, cheekbones all sunken in, a mere shadow of the grace and elegance that once identified him, really - but here, away from the city's frantic traffic and people that are always moving in groups (like ants begging to be crushed under the weight of his shoe) he finds himself surrendering to serenity, letting the fresh air invade his senses and the white layers of crispy clearness cover all that is dead.
^- .o36; SleepIt's ironic that he sleeps like a baby in the arms of the spidery, sugar-loving human (although that is arguable) that he is supposed to hate.
^- .o37; ForgetHe wishes he could, especially in those few moments when they're not working until their eyelids drop by their own gravity, when Matt smiles like that and leans in, the tangy smell of cigarettes completely blocking his own, safe chocolate-scent out; maybe they won't even be alive tomorrow.
^- .o38; RememberHe's always been a good actor, and despite the fact that he is caught up with figuring the detective out (in every way imaginable; lips and hands and who would guess?) the inevitable countdown echoes in his head like a mantra; tick tock tick tock.
^- .o39; WishCurled up against the ever-cold, rigid, and for once, sleeping body; it's late at night and Light keeps his eyes stubbornly shut while he makes a wish.
^- .o4o; StarShe's supposed to be the happy and ever-optimistic little sister who does her homework and helps out at home and cheers her poor, poor mother up when times gets hard as the good little girl she is, but at night she cries because her brother just might be a ruthless killer and it's threatening to split the image of her once-perfect family into a million pieces; Sayu crushes her bony fingers against each other and waits by her bedroom window for the falling spurt of glitter.
^- .o41; StoryMatt replies with a lopsided grin, cigarette dangling from his thin lips, "They'll be writing books about us, babe".
^- .o42; FairytaleMisa loves the dainty skirts made out of the finest cotton and lace, loves the sweet fragrance of exclusive perfume clouding the air, loves the glittering tiaras and the exquisite dresses of once-upon-a-time's, but she knows that if she were a princess and Light was her prince on a white stallion, this tale would have a happy ending.
^- .o43; Mystery"I'm no one", B answers with a smile fit for a psychopathic murderer in those late-night scary movies.
^- .o44; RomanceL dismisses it as nonsense while Light claims it to be, quote, surprisingly refreshing, which immediately makes L pick up his monologue about how Light's answer one way or another associates him with Kira, but, "Ryuzaki, this is about taste - see, there is nothing romantic about handcuffing me to bed and licking fudge off of my body".
^- .o45; DramaAnd there's lots of it, too, Matsuda thinks grumpily while rolling his eyes.
^- .o46; TragedyThe whatever-it-is that their relationship is built on was never supposed to last; Matt knows this, and yet he still traces the scarred side of Mello's face with a gentleness he doesn't really possess, hoping for salvation.
^- .o47; LifeHe's aware of the thrill that causes his fingers to shake every time he puts the pen that might as well be sprouting blood instead of ink to that godforsaken paper and watches as he takes something so precious and overrated merely by a stroke of the pen.
^- .o48; HappilyMello is almost more terrifying when he is beaming and laughing, eyes widened to the point where they threaten to pop out of their sockets and smile balancing on the knife-sharp edge between insanity and sincerity.
^- .o49; Ever"And even more", L promises, and Light gets the feeling that he is talking about something much greater than made-up percentages or the recipe for cheesecake.
^- .o5o; AfterThe intoxicating smell of cigarettes is still poking at the shield Mello uses to protect himself from the world when he turns the TV on only to find out that someone has been shot to death by the police in a car chase, and he is not fucking crying, dammit!
^- .o51; LoveThere's something aching and bone-crushing fluttering in the pit of his stomach every time Light accidentally brushes their hands together and L doesn't know what it is or what it means but he doesn't like it one bit, so there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N; so, I found these 50 one-sentence prompts over at Tierfallen's livejournal and it seemed like fun (read as: a time killer) so I decided to DO IT, EY. apparently the prompts are from Eltea if I'm not mistaken, so yeah, credit to both of them. (might I also add, Tierfallen pwned with her 50 sentences).
I added the last one, though, if you're all like "whaddaya mean 50 prompts, don't you know how to count properly?"
yeeah.. so I hope ya like it or whatever, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. some of them i definitely like, others.. well. I'm kinda going "WTF was I thinking?" but I was tired and it was late, so.
I'd love to hear your
opinions
though!
