Yes, after having my own time skip I've returned for a one night stand with Fanfiction. I don't usually like those, but life takes you to unexpected places and often bogarts all of your time. Responsibility, growing up, all the joys of living. Which is also one of the reasons I am poor at finishing things. But in apology to my lovely readers (all 1 of you still left out there :P) I've uploaded this finished work. Aparently to get anything done I have to do it all at once. Go figure. Enjoy.
Disc: Death Note belongs to Ohba and Obata. Their names are very similar, and I enjoy that.
Preface: I both love and hate the relationship between Light and Misa, having been in one similar before. But there is just something about their dynamic that is alluring, humbling, and overwhelmingly tragic. Often times, to understand a character, I will not only look at them within the context of their creators and writers, but also in the context of what it means to be human. And in Light's case, a man from Japan. The feelings Light has for Misa, I think, could be compared to his feelings for the Deathnote itself; possessive, wanting, intriguing. Oddly overlooked, always on his mind, yet easily forgotten. Misa, I feel, has become something of a second self for Light as the series progresses, and as such is privy to his protection and consideration. Love has similar qualities. In fact besides emotion I don't see much difference between Lights version of 'love' and the real thing. Well he does lose his temper, but I've dated men like that too (who lash out verbally). In these 4 stories, one which takes place for every year in the time-skip, I hope to demonstrate exactly what I mean and explore some of what could have happened in their time living together.
First
"Oh Li-ight!" The usual earnest lusting was in her voice, and Light picked it up immediately. This was usualy the hour - after dinner and before bed - when she got like this, so needy and filled with want. Normally Light didn't entertain her besides a kiss or perhaps allowing her to rest on his lap, but she usually at least waited until he wasn't at his desk for this. That's what he gets for spending the evening at home instead of the office. Oh well, what can you do?
Curiously, reluctantly, Light turned to her and paused. Misa was leaning against the door frame, wearing an outfit that left so little to the imagination, he didn't even try. She began saying something that he missed and had no interest in asking about; Light was focused on the image she presented before him and all that it implied. Usually he was a man of composure, aloof, but he was still a man.
'Why not?' He wondered with rising excitement. 'I am the god of this new world. No one else would take up this mantle. I should b-' Her shirt dropped and Light was painfully reminded that this was the first time he'd ever seen breasts in person. She came to him deliberately, without any hesitation or fear, and Light accepted her as he always did. His hands met the familiar curve of her hips on both sides.
"Come on," She coaxed unnecessarily, already riding western on his lap. "Even gods need a break right?"Exactly, he thought, narrowing his eyes against her's as the distance between them evaporated. Light could feel her against him, and she joyfully felt him. A flash danced behind her eyes as Misa, for once, took control of the situation. This Light allowed, for he was a kind, loving god.
Although, if the man inside were being honest, he was also terrified and clueless.