Looking Through The Glass
By: Light's Bright
MelloxMisa,
Mello lived, Misa came to her senses... sort of, and Light won. It's 5 years later and the world is now forced to behold the glory of god. But if Light is God, then who is Jesus? Might have a few lemons. Depends if I get reviews.
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Chapter 1:
If Kira is God...
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The minute long siren starts at 7pm sharp. Everyone knows it. Everyone.
It was that time. That time of day when everything stopped. Stores closed, people halted, and appointments weren't allowed at this time. It was Kira's time.
"Greetings, my fellow Kira followers!" The speakers all throughout the run down city boomed, projecting Mikami's voice. Misa turned her head toward the broken window.
"With our lord at our aid we may all sleep with peace. When you are robbed, beaten, ridiculed, and shamed, remember that Kira will always be at your side! And he eventually kill your tormentors! Kira loves all of his people and brings us all peace! Lets pray to our lord for that calm! Praise Kira!" Every day, a speech like this was made for about 10 minutes. Then everyone went back to their daily lives.
"They're bulldozing this old building down in 2 weeks. Where are we going to go, Matsuda?" Misa asked, keeping her eyesight focused out of the window.
"I don't know Misa. Were going to have to find another abandoned building somewhere. I'm sure there's plenty. I can go home hunting tonight. It might take me a few days, though." Matsuda replied with an upbeat smile.
Misa paused, unable to stop herself from asking the usual question."What do you think would have happened to us if we didn't fake our death that day?" The energetic mans upbeat smile suddenly fell.
"We would be dead. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the back up plan. It was too dangerous. You wouldn't have followed it. If Kira was to succeed, I was informed by N that we were to fake our death for our safety. At least that wasn't really us in that car crash." Matsuda sighed. He had had enough with trying to explain all the ifs, ands, or buts, about the situation. Light would have killed them and that was it. His eyes used to show such an innocence when he first met him in his earliest years of the task force. But as his power grew it all faded away. His eyes took on a look so cold, so inhuman.
"Then who was in the car crash?" She couldn't help but wonder. All she knew was that whoever was in there was able to pull off being them.
"I wasn't informed. I was only obeying orders."-Just as any other one of the remaining task force members would have done. "Misa, you can't keep bringing this up. The outcome is always the same."
After that comment, the lost blond walked to the window upon where she had dazed off and put her hand on the cracked, smudged glass. "It'll be five years starting after this month."
With that, Matsuda left in search of a new dump to call home.
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"Oh how the mighty have fallen."
Light Yagami leaned back on a red velvet recliner with a dirty smirk upon his face.
"Well done again, Mikami. I'm proud to have you serve me." The black haired Kira follower beamed with pride at his side. Such a blessing. "Your the best God anyone could ask for." Kira's mischievous smirk disappeared as he gave Mikami an upset look. He turned, gazing at Mikami straight in his coal black eyes.
"You're wrong, Mikami."
His humble servant bowed. "I apologize God. Forgive me for my ways."
"I am the only God anyone could ask for."
Soon after this pride filled sentence, his smirk came back. In a month was the celebration. Each one more bigger than the last. It's often referred to as the other Christmas. Heck, you could even get Christmas cards blessing him in all his glory. Such a difference five years can make. Within a year after Near's failure, all of the rebels were eliminated. The only ones left had nothing else to do but cower in fear or conform with the rest of his followers. The world was his.
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She always enjoyed going to her grandma's house. Misa plopped herself onto the brown and cream patterned couch with her hot pink cellphone at hand. The television flickered, from which laughter of children could be heard. She sat herself down and gently placed her cellphone onto the wooden coffee table in front of her seating area. She gave her attention to the big screen...
"We saved the day once again!" The black haired girl with pigtails in the tight-yet innocent purple dress announced.
The blond girl beside her smirked. "But remember, we couldn't have done it without God."
All of a sudden Misa's cellphone went off. It was a text message from a rather familiar number..
"I want you back."
Misa stared at the cellphone for a bit with a blank expression. Then raised her arm and put it right beside her television view.
A boy put his light brown hair behind his ear. "God loves us all. He can bring us harmony."All the children smiled. "So true." said two twin girls in matching clothes in unison. "So forgiving, and never forgetting, and we can't forget-
The sentence was interrupted with the buzzing of the hot pink cellphone. She opened it out of instinct.
"I want you back again."
Her expression still remained just as blank.
The children were laughing again. Just as hard as when she first turned it on.
"Wow, this is grrrreat way to go in life!" Some unknown child shouted the cheesy joke amongst the happy rest of the bunch. "Oh, your such a catastrophe Britney!" Remarked the black pigtailed girl. Then everyone on the screen burst into a laughter.
Her phone went off again. A bit more quicker this time. She opened it once again emotionlessly.
"I love you with all my heart. I need you."
Just as Misa turned her attention to the television, the black haired girl was the only one not laughing amongst the other children. She had herself turned to the screen with a serious expression upon her face. Almost seeming to look Misa in the eyes.
"But do you believe in God?"
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Misa shot up from her raggedy bed, panting. For about ten minutes she just stared at the lifeless concrete wall with a blank mind. "It's just another one of those dreams." She sighed. Nothing out the ordinary since the last five years. Her hair was all messed up, but that was nothing unusual lately. There wasn't anyone to impress, but she would still would fix it every day. Misa may be an ex model, but that doesn't mean she can't remain one with some decency.
Miss. Amane got up while shivering from her resting place and walked over to the window. Flakes of snow slow danced themselves onto the glass. Another sigh escaped her lips. Her breath was just as noticeable as the snow.
"It's been a week since Matsuda's been gone."
And so she couldn't help but worry.
Even after all these years, she hadn't lost all hope. At first Matsuda forced her to live. Now she felt well adjusted to her new hidden life. If she was on her own, her life would have withered away. She needed him. Any model would want attention. Misa Amane thinks to herself how shes just the same as all of the other women she sees walking down the street from the window.
Matsuda says Misa's not allowed outside. Matsuda doesn't trust her completely. At least he's given up on hitting on her...
Then the panic hits.
Misa grabs her only coat without hesitation in a rush. She touches her face. A single tear rests on her finger. She pulls the hood onto her head in hopes that she'll be hidden. And with that, Misa Amane leaves her home of the past five years.
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The big clock tower goes off. The hands say it's four in the mourning. Maybe if shes luck the people that she'll soon walk past won't remember her as the singer/model/actress that fell off the face of the Earth and think she's some druggie or a hobo instead. But then again, Kira would kill a druggie.
So Misa kept wandering the town. Time seemed to lose itself.
Then one person passed by.
Then another.
And another.
"Hey, isn't that Misa Amane?" Whispers came from a few of the groups that started to pass. Her tension rose. Her body started to shiver. Goose bumps ran up her spine. The more people that passed the faster she walked till it became running. Through her panic Misa ran towards a dumpster in a dark alley. The blond fell to her knees. She rested her head against the icy, greasy, dumpster panting.
Just as she was about to sniffle a hand slapped itself upon her mouth. The man behind her was breathing hard. The smell of chocolate lingered off of his breath. He had a knife pressed against her throat. The hand left her mouth. "Are you Misa Amane?" His voice sounded young, but not too young. Somewhere in his early twenties perhaps? "Am I going to die now?"
"Answer my question." He sounded like he knew what he was doing. "Y-y-yes." She squeaked her response up. Her body now wasn't the only part of her trembling. The knife was taken away from her throat. The man pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her. Then she felt a sharp pain on the back of her neck. Everything went black.
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My Retarded Comments 3
I can honestly say I've never put more effort into another fanfiction in my entire life. I hope you can really see my effort. Please to me what you like about my story so far, suggestions, and constructive criticism. But if you do criticize me please at least point out some good stuff too. *sweat drop* I'm a sensitive person. The reason I haven't been writing in a year is because of a bad relationship. But I'm back now! 3 Misa's character was hard to do in this story. I mean, there was no way she'd be her usual upbeat self after all that. I tried to think of her when Light died in the anime/manga. There was so little of her in that time period though. So all I could do was guess. I tried my best. 3 It just hit me. Misa's over 30 years old in my story. Ha ha. If I was her I'd be in my early mid-life crisis!
This chapter is dedicated to my friend L Taco BeLL! Happy Birthday! And a special thanks to my beta biawutnow!