Author: faux.fixation
Word Count: 592 (Appx. edited a bit without re-count.)
A/N: Yeah. This was a beginning to a different kind of Misa one-shot, but uh. It didn't fit, but I liked the format I did, and idea so I ran with it. I've seen everything that deals with Death Note, so I know. Take it as is. Thanks!
145,667,879
keep COUNTing...
134,656,798
Misa dreams of numbers each night. They are poised like a medal atop of everyone's heads as they wind down.
DON'T LOOSE COUNT!
Misa watches the numbers grow smaller over the heads of broken faces, people with no knee caps and missing limbs. And she cannot bear it. (This land is far from the perfection she knows, and has.)
100,456,270
Although some far worse than others, she still dreams of Light.
His face is not broken, nor are his knees busted to bloody bits. (He's is beautiful, he is meticulous.)
He stands, and stands so tall. (Cause Light is GOD, Kira or not.) His face is porcelain, and his eyes are a crimson.
don't! forget! the! numbers! Misa-Misa!
980,234
And when Misa dreams of Light, he stares down with abhor at the ones whom numbers snap in half once he hails them a glance. In their broken entirety, they disappear.
Nameless, faceless, and silently. Then they are oblivion. Misa-Misa only remembers their numbers.
(dix, neuf, huit, sept, six..)
their joints woBBle, and CREAK as they walk to their deaths.
but Misa-Misa can't muster up the sympathy she needs for these crooked people. (They are not god. Their hair is not an auburn, and their clothes are not as uniform.)
Misa dreams, and she stands to walk towards Light. (Her GOD, her beacon.) During these dreams, Misa-Misa realizes that she can stand. (Her slender legs are not broken where she has to drag her body with her arms, and she stands just like her love.)
(...cinq, quatre, trois...did you forget to count again?)
89,865!
She stands by Light, with his crimson eyes still as stern as ever on her. She begs for a kiss, but he seems not to understand or process why she would want such a thing.
Because Misa-Misa has forgotten she is faceless in these dreams. (Because she may stand, but she is not a god like Light or Kira. NEVER, EVER, WILL SHE BE GOD.) But she wonders as to why she is numberless as well.
It does not matter, Misa-Misa concludes as Light stands behind her and places her in front of a bloodied mirror. (You are beautiful Misa-Misa, like ink and of 2 multiplied by 3 equals 6. BEAUTIFUL.) And Misa lets him with his crimson eyes and inked fingertips poke at the raw stitches in her chest.
Misa wonders how she see's when she's faceless.
70,777, Light is GOD. So reasons do NOT exist because reasons are not GOD/Light.
just, remember, how, to, count.
Numbers wind down, and as the dream thins out Misa-Misa always ends the dream with Light guiding her into a dance.
She is never too close, he leads her with an out stretched hand, grasping on her petite one, knowing she'll follow. And she spins, spins, and spins..
(...deux, un. FINIS.)
She always wakes and returns to reality. Although, vaguely similar. Her red-rimmed eyes are always present and her chest is nearly sore everyday.
Misa-Misa adorns Light with her stare, her eyes always focused a little up. (GOD is UP, not DOWN.)
Misa is not disturbed by the dreams she has, or the fact that she is faceless in them. (She has make-up. No need for faces.) Misa is not disturbed by the people who raise their sewn-together hands in the air, and bat their bloody clumped eyelashes on their broken knees.
It's how she remembers how fragile porcelain really is, and how crimson can easily be tainted.
It's the numbers that trickle down above Light's head
that she can see when she's awaken.
and she's never lost count.