Shatter Me
C h a p t e r / One
( Laced )
Bitten fingernails tapped against blue denim in a rather lackadaisical manner. Large eyes, round and dark, gazed at their surroundings without really seeing; after all, there was nothing to hold his interest.
Back hunched over, catlike, the strange figure continued to ponder, free thumb pressed against his lower lip.
Kira, Kira, Kira – they were all talking about Kira.
Everyone.
He was not fond of exaggerating, and even if he wished to it all came down to one simple fact. Why blow something out of proportion when it was causing mass hysteria already?
Hmn…
The youth frowned, parting his lips slightly so as to allow his teeth better access to the poor, abused digit. Most of his fingers were ruined, actually; bitten down to the quick, coated in sticky red blood like strawberry jam.
Well…
Kira did not matter, for Kira could not touch him.
He'd make sure of that.
Light Yagami sighed with relief.
Head lolling like a broken marionette, the handsome teenager drew a long, deep breath, savouring the cold air before releasing it once more in a steady exhale.
"Is Light-kun alright?" asked a monotonous voice somewhere to the boy's left-hand side. "Anyone would be surprised by a monster like that."
"I'm…" the boy paused, black-and-white memories beginning to dull slightly. Collecting his thoughts once more, Light turned to give L/Ryuga/Ryuzaki a disarming smile. "I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern."
"Hmmn…" the detective muttered, black eyes falling upon the notebook in Light's hands.
"Writing somebody's name in this kills them, huh?" Light mused, more to himself than anyone else. He took another breath, shuddering slightly; he knew L would notice, yet he had a perfect alibi right there in his hands.
What normal human being wouldn't be shaky over the discovery of such a terrible thing?
Light frowned a little, almost as though someone had picked off a scab. His brain had (unwittingly) decided to take another little trip down memory lane, colours flashing, sound bytes whirring; it was quite sickening, really…
Shinigami-teeth-laughter-lies-Misa-prisoners-suicide-Kira-God-eyes-murder-boredom-Rem-notebook-screaming-Ryuk-handcuffs-apples-counting-Ryuga-Ryuzaki-L…
Justice.
"Ryuzaki… I'll compare the names written in here to the names of Kira's victims," Light said, voice still pleasant and hey, if it cracked a little, who would notice? A great, white, hulking monster was there (why, hello Rem) and he was holding a notebook – a mere notebook! – that could…
("I will become the God of a new world!")
…that could kill people.
How bizarre.
How boring.
Light had calculated this scenario; had it down in his head like some sort of painting. He would be there, holding the Death Note – holding his memories – and Rem, frowning her pointy-fanged frown, and his dad, and Mogi, Aizawa,MatsudaL…
And they were all going to die.
With a wicked smile akin to that of a Halloween pumpkin's, the boy reached for his watch and began to click. One, two, three four – and in forty seconds, Kyosuke Higuchi would be dead. It was there, written on that tiny scrap of Death Note with impeccable precision; garish and bright and redredred.
It was all so easy.
Much too easy.
Light turned to frown at his companion, although his displeasure went unnoticed; who would notice when another man was a having a heart attack?
I'm disappointed in you, L, Light mused, one eyebrow delicately arched; Light was shouting ("W-hat?! What's happening?! What are you doing, Dad? If Higuchi dies here…") but Kira was laughing.
Kira was disgusted.
"B-But… No… This is… He's already…" Soichiro was muttering, voice conveying obvious alarm. Higuchi was lying at his feet, body unconscious (unmoving) across the cold tarmac.
Yeah. He's already dead.
How pathetic.
Light frowned (or was it Kira?), lips pursed slightly as though he'd swallowed a lemon. Anger, so bitter he could not swallow. There it remained, frozen on his normally handsome face into a cold, hard leer.
I'm disappointed in you, Ryuzaki.
I would… No, Kira would have no fun if you were to walk into my trap just like that. This was a game from the start; a very dangerous game, between two very stubborn children.
And maybe, like a small child, I don't want to win quite so easily. I don't want a hollow, empty victory made using pawns instead of the main pieces. That would be dreadfully dull, and I…
("I've been bored, too.")
This battle was between us from the very beginning; you and me, me and you. It has nothing to do with that idiot Misa, nor her lackey, Rem. They are not worthy to fight alongside me, for they could never understand my purpose, your cause…
But I will still live.
And you will die.
You will die at my hand, begging for mercy; for, in a few weeks, you will know that going against Kira is a sin. You will know… And you will accept.
Because I'm going to break you.
I can hardly let you die a martyr's death, can I…
L?
Light (Kira) began to tremble with suppressed laughter, (bloody) mocha eyes narrowed as he seized the last page of the notebook between two fingers-
-and tore it out smoothly with a barely audible rip.
L, despite his deductive abilities and advanced intelligence, failed to notice this, nor did he notice when the boy crushed the page of instructions in one hand and hid it in his pocket.
However, upon his hearing his alias ("Ryuzaki…"), the man turned to his head and was greeted by a most unpleasant sight, for this was Light Yagami as he had not seen him before.
Face cold, barely lit with a vague, sadistic smile, and eyes seeming to leak red…
He wasn't sat next to Light Yagami.
Not anymore.
a.n: this was kinda inspired by emilie autumn's music, petshop of horrors, the book carmilla & swan lake, weird as that may sound…
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