A/N: Hey guys! First Death Note fanfic ever, so be gentle in the reviews!
This is supposed to take place after the 'alternate ending, which you can read here /downloads/dontdirectlinkthisdirectory/manga/dnfakeending.png
Light…. how could you…. use me…I…. I'm better than this…I wrestled mentally. I didn't want to die…I wanted to stay young and pretty, but a world without Light was, well, dark. No. He used me. I need to make what I can of the years I have left.
I took one last look at that eerie, beautiful sunset, and turned back to the door, clicking smartly down the stairs in my heels.
It's been years since I stood on that building's roof; gazing out over the city and thinking about the years I lost to the Kira case. All those precious days that I wasted following Light Yagami's orders like some stupid puppy. Misa Amane doesn't take orders from anyone. Misa knows that now.
After Light died, I realized that though I had wasted a good portion of the small amount of time I had left, I could still make something of myself. I went back to modeling, and acting in commercials and movies. Everything was going just fine, until I got that letter.
Who is this 'Wammy's House' organization…I thought, peering down at the envelope in my hands, emblazoned with the address I was to report to. This thing had come in the mail a few weeks ago, containing only a sheet of paper with the words, 'your presence is desired at Wammy's House on August 13th. We look forward to your arrival.'
My driver came to a smooth stop outside the gates. I exited the car with grace, smoothing my dress as I stood. The sun shone brightly over the yard, what with it being the middle of summer. I opened my parasol against the sun's cruel wrath, wishing to avoid the curse of freckles…ugh.
I made my way up the path at a respectable clip, trying to avoid the occasional child crossing my path. There were children of all ages here, playing in the yard under the watchful eyes of a few adults.
The door to Wammy's House was a tall, red-brown mahogany door with a golden knocker. On the side of it, however, was a small speaker box with a button on it. A sticker on it said, 'Ring for Entry'. I pressed it, and almost immediately, a stately butler opened the door for me.
"Right this way, Miss Amane." He said, leading me down a hall with various doors. Opening the one at the end, he ushered me in with one hand.
The room was huge, a room not unlike the oval office, but bigger and better furnished. The furthest wall was all windows, overlooking a gorgeous rose garden. In front of those windows, there was a big desk littered with papers and pens, and the occasional piece of candy. The high-backed chair behind it was turned so it's back was to me, so I couldn't see the occupant.
"Please, sit." Came a voice that was so familiar it shocked me. I couldn't place the name if I tried, but it compelled me to trust whoever it belonged to. I sat down in the only chair in front of the desk, putting my bag in my lap.
The two of us sat in silence for a few moments, before the voice chuckled knowingly.
"You don't remember me. I didn't expect you to." It said, shifting in it's chair. I was dying to know who this was.
"Pardon me, but who are you? Did you summon me here?" I asked, immediately regretting my boldness. It had to be said.
Slowly, the chair began to turn. When it was completely turned, and the figure was exposed, I couldn't believe my eyes. My jaw went slack, and my eyes amazingly filled with tears.
To Be Continued…