Wotcher my lovelies!
Well, in my profile I said I wanted to branch out and here it is.
I just finished Death Note a few days ago (well, at the time of posting this yesterday really) and I couldn't help but adore Misa. (We're alot alike you see.) But I felt she was under appreciated and made out to seem rather silly. But I knew her (as I know myself) and I knew there was something more to Misa-Misa! hearts
So here is this lovely story.
That and I thought Light was pretty hawt. Tee hee!
So please enjoy and if ya like it... You see that pretty little button down at the bottom that says "Submit Review"? Press it.
I will give you cake. O.O
Lots of love my lovelies!
P.S. I don't own these characters, but if I did. Wow. It would be awesome the ending would have ROCKED.
She hit the water, everything inside her shattering; jagged bones pierced tender flesh and water flooded her entire being. But she was already half unconscious so it didn't hurt as much as it would usually have. The grey water around her was turning a painful white, almost blinding her except for one very strange stain near her right eye. And it was growing. What was it?
Misa Amane craned her broken neck to watch the stain, it bubbling and reshaping itself. What was going on? She heard the mumble of mashed up voices. People must have watched her. She was an idol after all, people must have watched her. Had they found her?
"… Second… ce?" What? Was that from the dark blot? Was it speaking to her? Best pay attention. "… Would you like another chance?"
A second chance? A second chance at what? Light Yagami was dead, dead as the dirt Misa felt clogging her eyes. He was evil dead. His evil deeds still made the Earth reek and wretch under their feet. But he was dead now, her only love, her only passion.
Oh he had been truly evil. He had used her, she had known it. She had allowed it because she knew it was the only way he'd ever love her. He never loved her. She was only his toy and his tool. She only covered his tracks when he was foolish enough to slip up. He had never loved her. Not in the end, not in the beginning. But maybe… At one brief shining moment in time…When he had lost his memory, Misa felt his heart begin to bloom for her. Misa knew Light might have grown to love her, maybe one day… But he hadn't. He had reclaimed his tool for sinning and did not even look back as he marched forward with out her.
"Would you like another chance?" That voice again! It was husky yet high pitched, deep and feminine all at once. "A chance at love? With Light?"
How could she ever have a second chance? With Light? There was no way. He would never love her… Never again. He was dead and she was dying and he would only have loved her once in her life.
Never give up. Misa-Misa never gives up!!Who was that?
That bright, fearsome voice cheering her on? It sounded so familiar…But of course. It was herself! She was cheering herself on, her soul crying out to not give up on this one moment.
The stain was shrinking, peeling into itself. No! It couldn't leave her! Misa needed this chance!! She could make Light love her. She was smart. She was useful- No. Not useful. Useful got her used. Instead she would show him her patience, her undying devotion, her cleaness. Just as this blot was dirty, Light had been stained with his dark side. Misa could wipe that stain away, make him whole again. She could do it. Misa never gave up.
Her arms were broken, her bone surfacing among her pale skin, but she managed to reach out and wrap her arms around the stain. It was warm.
Then everything went grey.