CryingNevermore: Thank you so much if you're reading this, it's my first posted fic. I don't own Death Note, but I do own Evangeline, Samantha and various other OC's. Please rate and review!
I learned that the schools throughout the world are beginning to institute a curriculum about the Savior Kira, about how theorists believe he is an angel once fallen from heaven but raised once more, promising to protect the weak, and people accepted him as their God. Those from my generation know that isn't the case, but the children born after the initial 'battle' will never know otherwise, as it has been stricken from public record and the truth forbidden to be talked about.
In truth, Kira only began to gain momentum after the first famous confrontation between him and L that resulted in the death of Lind L. Taylor, and the world's attention was directed at the mystery detective for the first time.
That is when the media began giving the case attention; first by claiming that they were both creations of the police, the real culprit behind the murders of criminals via heart attacks. People became confused, first denying the Kira could exist, and then all hell broke loose.
By the time that the detective L was killed, no one trusted anyone anymore. People to whom you weren't related were kept at an arms distance (figuratively, of course). Crimes went underground, if committed, and the police were almost never called. Of course, there were those who used it to their advantage, and reported false crimes against those that they begrudged. It soon became obvious that in those cases, both were killed.
Light Yagami envisioned a world where there was only good, and only those he judged worthy to live. He wanted a Utopia. Light sought to create A world where he, the most good, ruled as God.
He succeeded, of course, costing lives more than can be counted, including those of his most trusted allies (two of whom he promised would become his queens, ruling at his side once the world gave sway to Kira), and kept several trophies; some living testaments to his 'virtue' (like myself), others merely documented victories.
Sometimes, I wonder; does he ever look down from his ivory tower at the suffering of the masses that he created? Does it ever register, in his ill mind, that he is just as evil as the rest of humanity?
As a…survivor, of the infamous battle between L and Kira, I knew them both better than anyone else.
I remember what created this situation that I am in; I wasn't present at the beginning, unfortunately, but I entered the story at one of the most vital parts. And I still stand here, at the end.
No one knows my side of the story, but no one knows of my existence. Not now, here, locked away from the rest of the shivering masses of people, a toy to a ruthless murderer.
There is nothing to do, living out my days in a gilded prison like I am, waiting for him to finally write my name in that damned notebook (except to maybe talk with Ryuk about events in history that he remembers, and having him hint about my lifespan or try to trick me into making the deal for the eyes or to get a notebook as well).
He hasn't succeeded just yet, though, and I'm not desperate enough to ask for him outright.
Tonight though, he is staying away from the lofty cage given to Light's Nightingale (Light's nickname for me). I know what that means, and I feel sick, thinking of all that could have been, once upon a time.
"Run away with me, Eve?"
"Pardon me?"
"When the case is over, and Kira is stopped, run away with me? The two of us can hide away from the rest of the world, away from their problems."
"Do you mean that?" I remember thesoft, gentle hands brushing my hair from my face.
"Of course I do. We can be happy together, Evangeline." The warm embrace, the smell of cotton and sweets, and the feeling of love.
Kira does not love me. But he is not Light, he is Kira; God of the Utopia. Light Yagami was as good as dead when he touched the notebook the second time and regained his memories. I believe that Light may love me, but Kira hates me. He despises that I am still alive, I think. He would have wanted a pawn to manipulate easier, such as Misa; but Light desired me, and so I live, or my body does, even though most of my soul is crushed. But I will not assist him in his reign of terror, and so they've locked me from the view of the public with armed guards, and Plexiglas that will not break, and someone to clean to ensure I won't swallow cleaning products to end my (miserable) life.
Light may have love for me, but he hates that I don't feel the same. He despises that I hold love for the one person that he least expected, and ridicules me for it in the midst of his dark moods, sometimes.
Light will never know, of course, that He gave me a gift, to show me that he meant his promise; a silver ring with a single ruby, like a drop of blood; my birthstone against my favorite metal. It's hidden under the flooring in the back corner of the closet.
It was meant to be a promise, now it is only a bittersweet reminder of what never will be.
So here I wait, in the shadows of this loft, knowing that the inevitable will occur again, but knowing that I will fight him as well.
The ghosts of the past haunt me as I hear the ding of the elevator across the narrow hall, the sounds of him greeting the guards, the locks being undone.
The past and the present collide once more.
Okay, what do you think? There's more to come, but I thought that this would be a good way to set it up. I swear that everything will make more sense later on, just bear with me! Read and review!