Deathlight, A Twilight/ Deathnote collaboration
Yes this should probably be in crossovers but there's no character crossovers…so I just put it here.
What if Twilight had been populated by Death Note characters instead? It would have been way more awesome that's what! Enjoy and review.
Misa had never given much thought to how she would die, but then, she supposed she'd never really given much thought to anything at all.
Forks High School: Day 1
Misa had originally lived in Tokyo, Japan, where she was an almost famous model. Sadly, her parents were murdered. Misa was still only sixteen, and had to go live with her godfather, police chief Soichiro Yagami, in Forks, Washington. Forks appeared to Misa to be the dullest place on the planet. All she saw were pine trees and clouds the whole way to her god-father's house. She was shell shocked at the complete lack of any stimulating visuals, and was uncharacteristically silent the whole way to her new home. After a rather awkward greeting, Soichiro was silent as well. He had no idea why the Amanes had decided to make their cousin's father's brother's former roomate's friend their daughter's godfather, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The chief showed Misa the room he had hurriedly set up. He had no idea what a teenaged girl's room should look like.
"Well…I hope you like purple." He said awkwardly. "The stuff was on sale." Immediately he cursed himself for saying such as dumb thing. This just was not his forte. He was looking forward to getting back to the station.
Misa attempted a wan smile. "Purple is one of Misa's favorite colors. Thankyou for your kindness. I would like to be alone now."
Relieved, Soichiro nodded quickly. "I'm glad to hear that. That you like purple I mean. I guess I'll be going now." The police chief hastily retreated, not wanting to look like a creaper.
Misa sat dumbly on the bed. Normally she was so perky. This place just sucked the life right out of her. She took out her diary, which was pink with little black skulls all over it, and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I am trying to be brave because I am an amazing and beautiful and amazing girl that many girls look up to and admire. But this is almost too much for me to take! I am living in a town called forks, which is a pointless american eating utensil. Along with spoons, which are only a little less pointless. I will never use a fork! I would rather die!
Writing in her diary just made her feel more depressed. She decided to lay there and do nothing until her godfather came home. Within minutes, she drifted off to sleep.
Soichiro worked the whole night, and Misa woke in the morning when she heard the door open and then shut. The blonde girl considered laying there, but she needed food. She couldn't lose too much weight, or all the fabulous 500 outfits she'd packed wouldn't fit. She put on one of her gothic Lolita style dresses,cross earings, and fixed her makeup and hair perfectly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a tiny bit better.
Misa descended the staircase, and let loose an anguished howl, as she sunk into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Soichiiiiirrrrroooooo!!!!!!" Misa whined pitifully. "I'm so miserable and depressed!"
The mustached man pushed his glasses up and smiled uncomfortably. He cleared his throat and patted the blonde girl's shoulder tentatively. "I'm so sorry Misa. What happened to your parents was unthinkable. I'm sure it will take a long time for you to recover."
Misa blinked. "Well of course I miss my parents Soichiro, but I meant that it's so gray and boring in this horrible horrible place!" She pounded her tiny fists on the table to emphasize her distress.
It was the police chief's turn to blink. "Ah…well I'm sorry it's not as interesting here as in Japan. But maybe it would cheer you up to meet some of the neighbors. I have a bit of a surprise for you as well. He smiled warmly. "Come look at this."
Reluctantly curious, Misa followed him to the door. Parked in the driveway was a red pickup truck, a white haired mustached man was standing beside it smiling pleasantly. But most surprising was the dark haired boy perched in the back of the truck. As Misa and Soichiro approached, he hopped down, landing lightly on bare feet.
L was regretting agreeing to this. He felt much more comfortable at home in front of his computer, working on cases, but Watari had insisted on visiting his friend Chief Soichiro. He told L that Soichiro's god daughter had come to live with him, and would probably appreciate meeting someone near her own age. Watari did so much for him, so L had reluctantly agreed.
Taking in the sight of the oddly dressed girl, he was already feeling dubious about his compliance.
Misa had brightened immediately. She tossed her perfect pigtails flirtily. The boy was thin and pale, with wild black hair, and huge black eyes to match. He looked wonderfully unique, and Misa liked unique.
Her godfather embraced the older gentlman. "So good of you to come Watari! And you too Ryuzaki! This is my god-daughter Misa. Misa, this is my old friend Watari and his son Ryuzaki."
Misa smiled cutely at them both. "It's so nice to meet you!"
"Likewise." Said Watari, with a slight English accent.
L decided he might as well be friendly. "I'm a big fan of Misa Amane's modeling." He lied.
Misa squealed with excitement. A fan! Her world had immediately brightened! It was as if this rather sexy, dark eyed mystery man had brought the sun back into her life!
She rushed over and hugged him tightly. "Oh thankyou Ryuzaki! Misa loves her fans!
L's eyes widened almost comically, and he immediately stiffened from the unexpected physical contact. It was making him terribly uncomfortable. He had an admittedly irrational fear that people could somehow sense his secret merely by touching him.
"Ah," He said nervously. "You're welcome." He looked pleadingly at Watari for assistance, because the loony girl had not released him.
Watari coughed, but L deduced there was an 85% chance that that was to cover a chuckle. He glared at Watari suspiciously.
Watari spoke when he was sure he could hold back a laugh. "Misa, we've brought this truck for you, Soichiro thought you would enjoy the freedom of having your own car."
Soichiro nodded affirmatively. "Yes, Ryuzaki fixed it up for you. It seems he's a great mechanic as well as an amazing help on the police force, as our best independent detective."
"Oh Ryuzaki you're like Nancy Drew! Misa doesn't normally read books but those were interesting."
L resisted the urge to face palm.
Misa stepped back to look at the truck, and barely conceiled an expression of disgust. "It's…amazing," she said, unconvincingly. In Japan she'd only ridden in limos, with lots of cup holders for fancy, pink, fizzy drinks. Ah well. She supposed the truck would look rather attractive with a coat of pink paint…and purple skulls on it. Suddenly, she remembered something crucial.
"Thankyou Soichiro…but Misa cannot drive. I was always driven everywhere I wanted to go."
The head of police frowned. "Then I'll have to figure out how you'll get to school. There's no bus, and I can't drive you because I'll be leaving for the headquarters before that."
"Ryuzaki can drive her." Said Watari, as if the brilliant idea had just come to him.
L looked up in shock. "Watari! Surely you realize that that is certainly not the best option." He tried to infuse a subtle meaning into his words, but Watari was not humoring him for once.
"Nonsense. It's the only option Ryuzaki. It's not a long drive."
Soichiro turned to the dark eyed boy. "That would be appreciated. If it's really not too much trouble."
L realized he had no allies here. His normal slouch deepened slighly. He tilted his head to the side and rolled his eyes. "I would be happy to be of help to Ms. Amane." He lied.
Misa shrieked with happiness. "Oh! Misa is already looking forward to the horrible Spoons high school just a little bit more!"
"Spoons?" Soichiro asked confusedly.
Misa dressed a tad more conservatively than normal for her first day of school. That meant no undergarments were showing.
She flounced out to the car, waving wildly when she spotted Ryuzaki perched atop it once again.
L observed her skeptically. It was definitely optimistic of her to think she would get in the building like that. He opened the passenger door for the nutty blonde, and she hopped in. L then got in the drivers seat and started the truck.
Driving was rather relaxing, and he didn't really mind it. As long as he didn't have to mingle with the high school students, this wouldn't be so terrible.
He scooched back in the seat, putting his right foot down near the pedals and his left foot on the steering wheel. With his hands free, he was able to peel and eat a banana as he drove the car.
Misa was amazed. "I've never seen anyone drive that way before Ryuzaki! When Misa gets her license, she'll drive that way too!"
L looked at her in alarm. "Misa, I strongly suggest that you not attempt to drive this way. The normal way is 99% safer and more efficient for virtually 100% of the population. Please do not follow my maladous example, you would most likely kill yourself and unfortunate pedestrians."
Misa didn't quite understand all that he'd said, but she got the feeling that he was expressing concern for her wellbeing somewhere in that speech. Her blue eyes welled with tears of happiness. "Ryuzaki you are so sweet! I'm glad you are my first friend in this place."
His face remained expressionless, but the words 'first friend' startled L a bit. He wasn't sure what to think about it. He realized he had to reply. "I'm sure that you will make many more friends here Misa. Goodluck today."
They were soon pulling into the parking lot, and Misa looked around at all the students walking into the school. "They look boring!" Misa exclaimed.
"Mm." L couldn't help but agree.
Misa hopped out of the truck, and began walking towards the building, tottering on chunky heels. She waved and simpered at the other staring students, drawing as much attention to herself as possible.
L shook his head slightly. The girl was a complete dimwit. Why Watari had been so persistent in getting him to meet her was a mystery to him. As he drove the pick-up truck back towards his and Watari's house, he pondered the possibilities.
Though he shuddered to think it, there was a slight possibility that Watari hoped L and the girl could become… linked romantically. The thought was frightening. Did Watari think he was that…pathetic? L was perfectly happy being alone the way he was. He'd accepted long ago that that was the way it would have to be.
It was most likely that Watari was just trying to distract him from his current case. The cases he solved for the Fork's police department were simple nothings, but the one he truly spent his time on was another story entirely, and it involved a considerable risk on his life…especially were he to solve it. He knew Watari would prefer he not try…but it was impossible for L to ignore this.
After all, he was justice.
Misa was very popular all morning, as every boy in the school wanted to talk to her and ask her to prom.
At lunch she sat with a taller girl with short black hair, named Takada and a boy with black hair joined them. Misa recognized him as the kid from gym class that had tripped and taken the volleyball net down with him.
"I'm Matsuda!" He proclaimed excitedly, smiling a huge smile. "I know you're a model from Japan and…that's awesome!"
"Yeah that's pretty cool." Said Takada, sounding a bit jealous.
"Thank you, my fans." Said Misa kindly. She was staring daggers at Takada's plastic fork.
Suddenly, the cafeteria became a little quieter. Misa looked up. "What's going on?' She asked Takada.
"The Cullens are coming."
Almost as if in choreographed slow motion, a young and very pretty girl walked though the cafeteria door and went to sit an empty table.
"That's Sayu Yagami Cullen." Said Takada.
Matsuda wrung his hands excitedly. "Sayu Yagami Cullen is ssssooooo beautiful! I wish that she would go to prom with me!"
"Yeah like you'd ever have a chance with her." Takada rolled her eyes. "She's a Yagami Cullen."
Misa didn't really get what the bid deal was. She chalked it up to not getting what was going on most of the time. But then, a boy walked in the door, to head towards the same table.
Misa's mouth dropped open. She was looking at the hottest boy she'd ever seen.
He was slim and tall, and perfect auburn hair fell across golden eyes. A slight smile played across perfect lips as he strode confidently to his seat.
Matsuda wrung his hands excitedly. "Light Yagami Cullen is ssssooooo beautiful! I wish that he would go to prom with me!"
"Like you'd have a chance…wait what?"
"Nothing." Matsuda replied hastily.
"No one here is good enough for him." Takada informed Misa, sounding bitter. "Not that I care, of course." She was quick to add.
Misa was thinking that dumb old Takada may not be good enough, but Misa definitely was. She began to plan how best to win Light, her tiny brain managing to rise a few IQ points as a side affect of true love.
Light leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he listened to the thoughts of those around him. Takada was lying again, she practically worshipped him. He focused on the table where the new girl sat, trying to read what the blonde was thinking.
He couldn't get a reading. He frowned, trying to focus.
Instead he started picking up Matsuda's thoughts.
Oh you've got to be kidding me! Light quickly tuned out.
So the new girl may be incredibly intelligent, at least as brilliant as he, thus his mind couldn't penetrate. Either that, or so incredibly vapid that she didn't register.
"Misa will go to the beach but not swim because the lochness nessie could get her!" The girl was shrilling to her cringing companions.
Light deduced that the cause was definitely the latter. He should have known. There was no one who could possibly come near to matching his mental capabilities.
That was why he was going to get away with everything.