Hi guys!
Here is a short text I wrote after a 4 hours lecture about William James' "stream of consciousness". I liked the idea, so I gave it a shot. And since Sayu is a character who doesn't get to talk a lot in the Death Note show, I decided to use her for this little experience.
I wondered: what if she fell in love with Mello during her captivity? (okay, that one isn't very original) But what if she'd played a role in Kira's end? What if she hadn't crumbled down and actually fought? What if she was a little bit more than a side character in the show? What if she had some more brains of her own? If she is anything like her brother, she might have some thought of revenge, don't you think so?
I wanted to explore the emotions - pain, revenge, bitterness, etc - rather than the story. And, well... I wanted to write a Sayu/Mello too!
They didn't tell me he was dead. Thought I'd been through enough traumas for a lifetime. Poor, innocent little Sayu has enough on her plate. Bunch of presumptuous idiots. All of them. Cause there was no way for me not to know, not to notice how the world suddenly lost its shine. How the sun lost its brightness, the sky its glow. There was no way for me not to feel the gaping hole that had been carved into my chest. One second, everything was fine; the other, here it was, large and see-through, a huge hole where my heart should've been. He died. How dumb did they think I was? Did they truly think that I would believe that was it? That they wouldn't try to capture my kidnaper once I was safely back home? He died. The hunt stopped. He died and I don't know how. Was it quick? Painful? What did it feel like? What was he thinking about before it happened? What was he doing? Was he thinking about me? Did he remember our time together like I've been doing every night since he died? – no, even before, since we got separated? Who killed him? No. That at least I know. Kira. Kira took him from me. The invisible divinity I used to dismiss as a distant clown just deprived me of my most important person. Of the man I fell in love with. He stole him from me. Took him away. Sent him to a place where I can't follow. Not yet. Not until that son of a bitch gets caught. Not until he rots in hell for what he's done. L, N or whatever, I don't care. Someone's got to bring him down. Put him behind bars. Kill him. Only then would justice be done. They took him away from me. Hell hath no fury like woman scorned. To many brothers we, sisters, are no women. Mine, however, should have remembered it. Kira killed my man. Brother dearest, you will fall. I will make sure of that.