Never thought
By: HitsuiroIssa
Nightmare.
A/N: A centric on Sayu, Raito's little sister, one of the minor characters of Death Note. This is only a fanfiction on what might happen when she finds about the Killing notebook. xD More of a drabble really, but there's a plot, so deal with it. Meanwhile, enjoy
Disclaimer: Sayu, Raito, Ryuk, and other characters of the Death Note (or their things) are not mine, whereas this apple is. And I'm not giving it away to any Shinigami, especially Ryuk.
Ryuk: TT
Dark hazel eyes opened in the semi-darkness, staring at the bedroom wall before her. Drops of sweat traced her pale unblemished skin, starting from her forehead then down her cheeks. Her eyebrows met, creating folds in between the skin, and her dark hair stuck to her skin in strands. She found her fingers clutching the sheets, and her legs closely knitted together, threatening to break off. Her chest, covered by cotton pajamas, rose and fell, willing more air into her lungs. It was the same terrifying dream- her brother, her handsome, genius of a brother, laughing and dying before her feet, with a black notebook he was pressing on his chest, his face glistening in tears and sweat, his white polo shirt covered in blood. She had stood, horrified, watching him slowly lose blood, lose his sanity, and die while she stood before the grotesque sight.
She had woken up with a start.
She sat up, bringing her knees to her chin, trembling in fear. Her stuff toys and teddy bears, the stuffed Alligator he had given her that Christmas, stood in the distance, in their shelves, watching her, damning her. She could feel the cold stares from their black button eyes- they frightened her. She didn't know what to do anymore, she was too unsure. Raito...could he?
She got up from her position and walked to the 'fresher and to clean herself up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror- her usually jolly sharp-angled round eyes were now laden with fear, and her face was paler than usual. Her hair was a mess; they stood this way and that, and her bangs were matted on her forehead. She opened the faucet and listened to the sound of water falling upon the marble tiling of her sink, and she scooped some water with her hands and bent down to wash her face. When she straightened up later, she looked better.
But not quite.
She let out a sigh, closing her eyes as she did so. She didn't know what to do next- she was too scared to sleep once more and be revisited by the horrible dream, and she wasn't in the mood to watch television. Besides, it was already one in the morning, as her clock informed her, and nobody would be willing to listen to a fourteen-year-old's complaints about a bad dream. Only children do that. She stared at herself in the mirror once more, thinking it stupid to do such a thing...but she wanted to check, she wanted to know, and he wasn't home right now...
Her mind made up, she walked out of her room and trudged up the staircases that led to her brother's. At first, she leaned on the door to listen, but of course nobody was inside that time. Trembling, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. As expected, there was no Raito inside, or anyone else.
She moved into the room, looking around, at his books and papers, his picture frames of them together...at his neat bed. She wasn't really meaning to find anything that night. She was just afraid, and she missed her elder brother dearly, and she wished him home. She gazed sadly at the top of his study table, reading the little notes stuck there on post-it paper. Date with Takada, she read, eyes moving across his smooth writing. Study for exams. Buy wood...instruction manuals...Adult magazines...she rose her eyebrows at this, a smile tugging her lips. Write on the note.
She blinked in confusion, wondering what 'note' would signify. Must be a notebook of his, she though, Or a diary. She lightly touched all the pieces of reminders on his desk, thinking that the ink would remind her of him...she hardly remembered his face now. Then, her hand fell upon a piece that stood out from the others; instead of a reminder about schoolwork or his dates, there was a name written on the coarse paper. She tilted her head to the side, wondering what it meant. Besides, this was the name of the criminal who died yesterday, killed by a heart attack right after his capture and exposal in the news. Why would Raito write his name down? The thought circled her head as she finally lay down to sleep on her brother's mattress. Death note.