So I found a list of drabble prompts and I'm thinking about just going for it and trying to do it. I'm pretty busy with college and work so I don't know how frequently I'll update, but I'll give it a try. There may be more than one update in one day. Characters and time frame will change from drabble to drabble. Same goes for genre. Basically I'm going to do whatever I want while trying to stay away from things that have been done before. Yay! Also some may be longer than the typical drabble.
+introduction+
The thing wouldn't stop crying. It was wrinkly and squishy and weird looking. His mother called it his 'sister' as though it counted as a person. What use was it? All it did was eat and poop and it lay around sleeping, but never at the right times. It screamed and kept four year old Light awake at night and when he asked his mother why it did that she said it was because it was 'hungry'.
Hungry? Talk about unfair. When Light was hungry at night he had to wait until morning before he could eat anything. He wasn't allowed to sit in his bed and scream his head off until his mother came to him with a sandwich. He would be punished in a heartbeat. Why didn't she ever punish the thing? Light was a good boy. He didn't shout.
And anyway, how is it possible to be hungry every godforsaken hour?
'This is your little sister, Light,' his father reminded him when Light brought his concerns to his attention. 'She's going to look up to you one day. You're going to have to be a good role model and take care of her.'
Light hoped that 'taking care of her' didn't involve changing its diaper. He didn't want any part of that.
As time went on the thing became less of a thing and more of a her. Her name was Sayu. Light lay on the floor balancing on his stomach watching her busying herself with shoving her entire tiny hand into her mouth and sucking on it. Light sighed. Gross.
"Do you really have to do that?" he said, dully. Now five years old, he felt he was far above such childish actions. "It's disgusting."
Sayu looked at him with happy, glistening brown eyes and giggled. She resumed devouring her hand.
"Do you even understand a word I'm saying?" Light sighed. He hoped she would grow up soon so being around her wouldn't be so unbearable.
She giggled again and clapped her hands. "Ight!" she cried.
Light looked at her in confusion. Did she just speak?
"I beg your pardon?"
She bared a wide grin, obviously proud of herself. "Ight." She poked him with her index finger as though identifying him.
Light blinked, feeling oddly touched that her first word was his name but at the same time trying not to wince at her butchering of the first consonant.
"Yes, that's me. I'm Light. Can you say your name? Your name is Sayu."
Sayu smiled. "Ight."
"No...Saa-yuu. Can you say Sayyyyuu?"
"Iggghhtt."
Light sighed, but found new interest in this young child. Sayu became less of a her and more of a sister. From then on, Light felt a strong desire to protect her. It was sort of like an introduction after they'd already met.
I hope that wasn't too bad. I've hardly written at all in like a year and a half so I'm extremely rusty. I also haven't seen Death Note in ages. I'm hoping these will help me improve. Thank you for reading! Please review and tell me what you think.
~Ratt Kazamata, 2/23/2014