Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own the rights to the Death Note manga, anime, or any other related properties or characters. I am not making any profit from this, nor do I intend to make any profit from this. It is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such.
General project note: Please remember that this is a fan work, so at times I may play a little free and easy with the plot. Also, expect some... perhaps not-so-mild out of character moments. The little bits and pieces are added in, generally speaking, as they pop into my head, and so it's more of a series of related but non sequential glimpses at what could have happened if my increasingly strange mind were in charge!
Also note that some portions may not be appropriate for a younger audience. Due to the subject matter of the original work, and possible content within this work, my general recommendation is that these stories may not be appropriate for individuals under thirteen (13) years of age. However, I do recognize that this is a publicly accessible resource—still, parents, if you're concerned, please police your own kids! Unfortunately, I'm not responsible for their accessing content which you may not feel is appropriate for them. I am writing solely for my own enjoyment and have simply chosen to share some of the contents of my strange mind.
Please note that the above applies to all subsequent entries in this piece.
Grains
(Little Death Note drabbles with no purpose at all, really.)
Particle One: Dim
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When he first opens his eyes that day, everything is just a touch too bright, too still.
It takes him a long moment to realize why, at first, but then the moment comes back to him with a stomach-churning certainty.
L is dead.
He recalls the strangely peaceful look on the face of the other man, the one who was older and younger in strange and unpredictable turns, and something about it twists round in his head, wrenches strangely at the inside of his skull.
Light allows himself to breathe out, the sudden silence in that instant jolting him into awareness, and is startled to find that he's sprawled facedown on the bare floor in front of the large view screen. A foot away from his face is a slowly crumbling tower of sugar cubes standing in a sea of gooey detritus and the shards of a bone-white teacup, once patterned with violently purple flowers.
An hour later, when he sits down for breakfast, Misa gasps at the blood oozing down his cheek. Ryuk doesn't say a thing at all, and no one seems to notice when the red-stained sugar cubes disappear into the God's grinning teeth.
Except one, of course, but no one else will listen.
More to come at some point! Hope you've enjoyed it so far…
Ice
