Pardons of the Innocent
Chapter drabble 1
Ryuk's laugh had been the last thing he heard before falling into a painless sleep, hoping that his body would heal from a five minute nap, and he could return to ruling his kingdom. His kingdom.
Kira's kingdom.
Save me
Save me from myself
He couldn't die anyway, he was Kira, and Kira was God, plain and simple. His kingdom trusted him to pass righteous judgment.
Humans who used the Death Note would not be allowed to go to Heaven or Hell. What would happen to him? What afterlives were there besides Heaven or Hell? He wasn't human though. He was god.
Don't come too close; I'll harm you if I can
Yagami Raito waited in denial for his own purgatory to appear, his own torture chamber, designed specifically for those who deserved it. When he finally realized that he most likely probably wasn't going to wake up, well, that was when he started to worry.
Raito wasn't sure how long he had been here, hours, days or years. He wasn't sure where 'here' even was. Whiteness stretched around him and he couldn't even be certain whether or not he would touch a wall if he reached out or if the whiteness stretched on eternally. His eyes felt strained. He found himself looking for some sort of break in the continuous scenery.
Come closer
Shivers crawled up his spine and Raito felt the first wisps of panic. When he tried to speak his voice fell on deaf ears, his questions unheard even by himself. Hollering again, he slammed his fist into the floor as if it would attract someone's attention. It wasn't the pain that made him go silent, despite the fact he was silent in the first place, but the fact that there was no pain. Now that he thought about it, he had been feeling numb this whole time, no pain at all. He had been shot god knows how many times and had a heart attack on top of that.
Fear was full blown now, making him feel sick as he wrapped his arms around himself. Raito closed his eyes to try to block out the whiteness that was burned onto the insides of his eyelids. Raito was openly trembling now and tried to steady his breathing. After a few minutes he guessed, he started to scream again for help. He barely noticed as he started scratching subconsciously till blood started to trickle down his arm. The pressure on his ears was starting to get worse and he clutched at them with his hands and tried to ignore the fact that the dripping of the blood from his arms was the only thing he could hear.
Release me
Raito still couldn't feel it, but he knew he was bleeding excessively. The copper tang was overpowering in the air, making him detest the smell, yet crave more of it. If only to make him believe that he was still there. That he wasn't nothingness.
Tears ran down his face and he shook quietly, choking back sobs and whispering for help from someone. Anyone.
I'll resent you if you try
As if on a cue two arms wrapped around him. Raito hadn't noticed how cold he was feeling up until he was being held, and the persons warmth spread through him like some of Matsuda's coffee on a winter day. His hands were gently pulled away from his ears and the stranger started to wrap the wounds in cloth. Where did they get cloth?
A soft kiss was placed on his temple and the person held them securely in their arms after treating his wounds. His hair was tousled with in an endearing manner and he nuzzled closer to the person, much to their amusement. "Raito-kun… can… hear me?" Different parts of the sentence fuzzed out and he widened his eyes at the familiar voice.
"Ryuzaki? Barely, your voice is all fuzzy." He couldn't hear himself speaking, but he took a guess L could.
Ryuzaki nodded and now Raito recognized the cotton white shirt he clung too. "Good… chance, then… Listen ca-… Open your ears, those… by your hand… innocents, will come… their story. They will give… forgiveness, if you listen…. them."
I'll resent you if you don't
Raito nodded hesitantly and he could feel Ryuzaki smile. He was twisted in the embrace into a more comfortable position to look out into the blankness. Ryuzaki's legs and arms wrapped around him on both sides like he was a cocoon and Ratio was the delicate butterfly.
They waited in silence until a woman walked out, seeming to appear out of fog. The blond held a sleeping three year old in her arms and watched him with piercing eyes.
"My name is Angela Peterson, and I was killed by the Death Note." The face was familiar, although barely. "Five years ago my baby boy Kenneth was murdered by his father. All of the evidence pointed to me though, and I was charged with murder while my ex-husband went off to marry another woman within a month, he had divorced me as soon as I was put into jail. April 18th 2004 my profile was posted on the computer along with my picture and name. Four days later I was killed by Kira."
His stomach twisted and he stared at the boy in her arms again.
"Light Yagami." Angela pronounced his name in the English version and he looked up from her son. "You are forgiven."
Don't look at the blood
A searing pain ripped through his chest and he gasped. Ryuzaki held him even tighter and whispered soothing words in his ear as the pain faded. The mans voice was a little clearer than last time, but still hard to make out. "You… each of… dying pains. Kira… another part of your… by the time this is completely…. you will be separate…" When he looked up again, the woman had been replaced with another person. "Only 3087… to go."
It's the tears that are important.
"My name is Keiji Kuzuki, and I was killed by the Death Note."
1.) Kuzuki- Japanese name meaning "first of a new generation", "pleasant peace", or "shining one"
2.) Keiji- Japanese name meaning "respectful second (son)".
Well, that was intresting to write. This was jotted down quickly as a stress reliever and I might do a second chapter. At the most I MIGHT go to three chapters. This was designed specifically to be short and fun. Maybe if I get some reviews ;). I love this poem, even though it's so short. I'll put a link to the picture it goes with, the poem is in the artist's comments. Just remove the spaces from the link. And yes, Ryuzaki is who Raito is with. Surprised? Don't be, I'm a yaoi freak like half of the anime population out there, even if Death Note is the only manga/anime I'll even tolerate to read/watch.
hibbary. deviantart. com/art/Entrapment-5150850
I got the poem idea from the story The Little Things Give You Away, also L and Light, rated T.
I do not own Death Note, if I did, there would be so many yaoi pairings it would make your head spin.
I do not own the poem, the belongs solely to Hibbary on Deviantart.
And I'm out, chow.
-Crest