Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, if I did, L wouldn't be dead, Misa would be happy, Mello wouldn't be six feet under, Matt would have a Playstation 3, and Takada would be announced as a heretic worldwide and burned at the stake on national television.
Summary: High school student Misa is mute. Her father hung himself, leaving a note behind, blaming Misa for his suicide. Now Misa is emotionally detached and refuses to open up to anyone but her younger half-brother Near. But when she meets Light and his family, has she found happiness or is it all an illusion?
Misa Amane:
Age:16
Height: 5'
Weight: 79lbs
Stereotype: Goth
Revelations of a Shattered Illusion
Chapter 01: Amane- San
It was my first day at Daikoku Private Academy, a fact that I would like to forget. This time I'd have to start anew. New kids always were the target of harsh gossip or, in other cases; students would try to communicate with them. That was a fact I hated. It was a hundred percent biased. Students assumed that the quiet new kids wanted to have friends and fit in quickly. I did not. In all honesty, I'd be content if they all just left me alone.
To me, when they spoke, it was like listening to a foreign language or trying to communicate when one person spoke English and the other spoke only Japanese. Their lips would move, sounds would spurt out in syllables, ones I could interpret and hear, but I tuned them out. My hands would form words through making various signs I had to memorize to be considered human. If you couldn't communicate, you weren't a person anymore.
What was the use when you couldn't even speak? When you opened your eyes, you saw demons, hallucinations, names, death dates, was I a demon too?
My name, what I am known as, was Misa Amane. I was five feet tall at seventy nine pounds with long blonde hair and light blue eyes. I enjoyed writing, reading, staying locked away in my bedroom, talking with my brother, and drawing.
Most of what I created was, or had to do with death. A mangled child, bleeding and dead, a knife in her limp hand, pooling in a tub of blood, that was something I drew once before.
A woman falling from a building in LA, a smile plastered on her face as she crumbles to the asphalt below…
God I wish I was her.
My parents died recently, or should I say my mother died of Emphysema and my father committed suicide?
That was pretty much it about me.
At my last school, the children called me a witch, blaming everything on me. You know what was even worse…they were right… It was my fault Daddy died. He said so in his suicide note.
Near, Nate Rivers was his real name, was not my full brother though we shared the same father but we had different last names. My real mother died in a house fire when I was five. I never did like fire…
Near never blamed me about Daddy, and for a twelve year old, he was intelligent. Actually, his IQ was over two hundred. Mine was one ninety.
Like me, Near was quiet but he wasn't silenced…no, he wasn't mute… He had hobbies like any other being, always on the floor putting together complex puzzles. One of which he gave me recently.
At school, Near had no friends either. The teachers loved him, the students were disgusted, one forcing Near to eat a salamander. After school, I punched him and I was charged with a hundred dollar fine.
Reluctantly, I paid his mother.
I could never say I was alone since I had Near.
Near could never say he was alone since he had me.
He depended on me…
We moved to Japan from England, although I was Japanese, and settled into a one-bedroom apartment in a relatively calm town.
Still, it was very close to Tokyo. That was a flaw I detested. More beings, evil, demented humans, would pass by.
Our room was room 301. It was on the third floor. Crimson carpets, wooden floored kitchen, a bathroom, one bedroom, that was it. The fact that we lived by wealthy bastards wasn't all that comforting.
We had no TV, just a small hand radio we picked up at a garage sale. I managed to snag some gothic Lolita outfits from a store in England. The man who offered us a place, well Near anyway, at an orphanage called Wammy's House paid for them. Obviously Near declined his offer, wanting to remain with me, his mute older sister.
The man, Watari, moved to Japan as well, keeping track of us to make sure we were alright. He was kind, I could tell. Watari moved in Tokyo though so he wasn't living with us. But he did help us pay off things. So he was like a walking discount for us I guess you could say…
MISA
It was Monday, yes, and I was ready for school. Dressed in a black school's top with a red necktie hanging from my neck and a black skirt with black knee-high socks and brown shoes with black mascara inked around my eyes and red lipstick painted on my lips, I was prepared. My hair was pulled back in thick blonde pigtails behind my head. A brown bag full of my materials dangled lazily from my shoulder.
I wanted to look as menacing as possible without looking like I belonged in an asylum.
Near already left, wanting to be early so he could memorize where his classrooms were.
Today was a slow day for me and it was only seven in the morning.
The windows and blinds were closed.
My legs were folded neatly under the counter, lightly bumping the cold wall from time to time as I forced some burnt waffles down my throat. After washing the dishes, I grabbed my bag and walked out of my silent apartment.
I made sure to lock the door securely behind me.
MISA
The campus was surrounded by dead and wilting trees, sickly brown lines poking out from the base at various levels. Bushes and apple trees were around campus as well, the same shade as pine green. The campus itself looked to be about six stories or so tall, windows after every hidden yet bulging support beam. A cream colored building was my new school.
Students huddled in groups, teens girls gossiping, guys chatting about grades and sports, covered the campus.
The gate was shrouded in anxious students. With a silent sigh, a piece of paper between my black nails, I walked through, making quick strides through the crowd.
Guys stared, girls mocked… All because of some makeup I became their newest target.
Smells of perfume mixed with the stench of cologne stung my nostrils as I walked to the front doors. A man opened the door, letting himself in, but I cut in front of him, using this as an easy way to get in. He glared at my back as I just walked on.
My classroom was on the third floor so I had to find and climb up two flights of stairs. I got inside right before the bell.
The teacher, a stout man with spectacles and hardly any hair was busily taking attendance when I slid open the door.
"Oh, you must be the transfer student," he smiled warmly, motioning for me to enter.
Great, do I have to pretend I'm not mute?
Slowly, most likely making it look like I was nervous, I walked, leaving behind that empty door. As soon as they got a good look at me, I would be labeled. Stereotypes…
"Class, we have a new transfer student from England. This is Misa Amane, Amane-san, is there anything you would like to say to the class?" the teacher smiled. It was completely obvious to see he was completely oblivious to the fact I was mute.
I took a glance at the students seated neatly at their individual desks. Any normal person would see a class of students, most bored, tapping their pencils impatiently, staring out the window, passing notes, whispering to each other, or fidgeting with strands of their hair. Yellow eyes, no pupils, darkened brown, sickly skin, sharp teeth bared, numbers floating in red over their heads, their full names above the numbers. Calmly, I closed my eyes, and then I opened them. All I saw now was a class of bored teenagers.
These visions always happened and I wondered why I never saw Near or Watari look like them, like demons…
My vision switched to my awaiting teacher. I wasn't going to humor him, not today.
With my free hands, I made signs, doubting he was fluent in sign language but it would at least pass the message.
I'm mute.
That's all I signed. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if someone in the class knew sign language.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know," the teacher apologized, "Um, take a seat by Light, Light, raise your hand."
A hand rose calmly from by the window towards the back. His hair was a mousy brown, slicked nicely over his head and falling down the sides of his face to his perfect cheeks, he had slightly tan skin, light auburn eyes, and he was wearing a cream colored veneer and pants with a white shirt underneath. A typical uniform for a typical student.
Light Yagami…
I didn't smile, I was unfeeling. Murmurs started to form as I walked through the rows, sitting down next to Light in the second-to-last row.
After setting my bag down on the ground beside my feet and taking out a notebook for next period as well as a pencil, I opened the book and began to sketch lazily. A girl, shimmering yet dark locks around her, she laid in a pool of her own blood.
"Wow, you're really good," a masculine voice said.
I looked up to see Light Yagami smiling down at me, his own supplies out on his desk and neatly closed.
I shrugged and continued to sketch.
"If you want me to, I can show you where the cafeteria is. Also, if you have any questions, you can sign them, I know sign language as well," Light smiled reassuringly.
You do?
He nodded and started to sign as well.
I learned two years ago when my cousin became deaf.
Oh.
Well, it looks like the lecture is going to start; we can continue our conversation at lunch.
A smile curved on my lips, and I nodded.
As I turned away, I noticed that I couldn't see Light's life force or his name. He looked human in my eyes…
Was this a sign?
Softly, I opened my black notebook and I gripped my pencil.
Another teacher came in and started English. Quietly, I took note, taking small glances at Light. He kept staring at the window. What was he staring at?
Taking a silent sigh, I tuned in back to the teacher's lecture, taking notes.
Suddenly, a loud slam came from in front of the room. The door slid open with a loud slam, a blonde man stepping in. His hair reached his shoulders almost, a little more yellow than mine, his eyes dilated with blue irises, and he was wearing all black leather. His shirt showed part of his stomach, his pants tight so that a homosexual would drool, and a rosary hung from his neck.
On his face, the right side to be more precise, was a scar. Was it a burn? The dark, almost red, mark stretched out of view behind his hair.
I couldn't see his name.
I turned to Light and signed, Who is he?
His name is Mihael Keehl, everyone calls him Mello. He's the leader of a large mafia and most of the students and staff avoid him. He may not seem like it but he's very intelligent.
He was…smart…?
My eyes traveled back to the door.
"Mihael, nice of you to join us," the teacher said coldly.
"It's Mello."
"Just go to your seat or get out of my classroom."
The right of self…no one has that privilege. If they do, they are so worn down by others like a rusted blade, no good to anyone any longer. That's what I felt like at times…
Was Mello someone who tried to achieve the right of self?
Mello grunted but headed my way. He stopped at my seat, earning stares from the entire class.
The look of tyranny, leadership, and cruelty glittered in his cerulean eyes, blonde tresses lined around his face, his hands in his pockets. My eyes followed up the sleeveless leather, stopping for a moment at the dangling rosary. Eventually, I looked him in the eye.
His boots stopped by my desk with a small squeak. Blonde strands swayed lightly, his rosary dangling above the zipped leather, his eyes practically oozing annoyance.
"You're in my seat," he accused, his lips in a tight line.
"Mello, she's new, give her a break," a student said from my right.
"I don't give a shit! Move." He glowered down at me, trying to scare me away.
Sad to say I didn't back off.
I just looked at him and shook my head, returning to my sketch.
Whatever this guy wanted, I wasn't going to give him. Quite frankly, he annoyed me.
Suddenly, his hand grabbed onto my collar, shaking me violently out of my chair.
"You're in my spot," he breathed in my ear.
Was he trying to be appealing or intimidating? I couldn't tell. Mello was unreadable at the time though he wore his heart on his sleeve.
Light had enough. He got out of his seat and took a strong hold of Mello's arm, trying to act like an adult which Mello was failing to do.
"Let her go, she can't speak Mello," Light said calmly but sternly.
Mello's eyes widened considerably, his eyes flashing between me and Light, who still held his arm tightly. His lips shut into a straight line again, abruptly letting go of my collar, dropping me. Stumbling a little, Light caught me before I fell, one hand on Mello's arm and one holding me up.
With a curt yank, Mello freed himself from Light's grasp.
"Ah!" Light lost his balance and lurched back, finding his two feet once again and regaining his proper footing.
I backed up a little, seeing that a fight between Light and Mello might erupt at any time.
"Hmph!" Mello turned on his heel, stomping to the door, sliding it open and slam-sliding it shut after him, disappearing down the hallway.
My eyes stayed locked on the shut door, oblivious to the whispering going on around me.
"Misa-san, are you alright?" Light asked, looking back to me, his eyes bleeding concern.
Snapping back into reality, I gave a shy nod. He sighed.
"That's good to hear."
That was…a good thing, right?
MISA
The bell rang for lunch to begin. You'd go to the cafeteria if you wanted to buy a school lunch or you'd stay in the classroom if you brought your own. After you ate, you were allowed to roam the campus as long as you came back to class on time. Luckily, I brought my own bento box tied in a navy blue bandana.
Mello never came back to school. And, according to Light, Mello hardly ever showed up to class. No, he was too busy kidnapping people for ransom and selling drugs. But he was never charged with any crimes he did because they couldn't locate any evidence that he committed any of those crimes.
That definitely meant he was intelligent.
My chopsticks were jammed between my twig like fingers, poking at my food.
"Are you going to keep poking at your food like that? It's no good if you let it sit out too long."
A man with auburn hair pulled his chair to sit opposite of me at my desk, setting his own neatly packed bento box on my desk as he took a seat in his chair.
I gave him a questioning look which he seemed to read.
"I thought you didn't want to eat lunch alone."
Paying no mind of his presence, I took a bite of food, pushing it through my lips and forcing myself to swallow it.
Eating was not on my list of priorities.
"I'm pretty sure you want to know more about Mello," Light assumed, leaving his bento box closed still.
I nodded.
"Well, Mello is the boss of a major mafia as you probably are already aware of. He joined when he was fourteen. Before that, we were neighbors, childhood friends. He, Sayu, and myself would play on the swings, play kickball, hide-and-seek, and things like that."
Sayu?
"She's my younger sister. She's almost fourteen," Light answered.
Oh.
"But, Mello lived with his mother who was sick often. One day, she didn't wake up and Mello was truly alone. His father walked out on them when Mello was two, Mello had no other supportive relatives, no other friends besides my family. We, especially Sayu, wanted him to move in with us but he refused. Soon after, he disappeared for a year. We assume he somehow managed to get to LA and eventually, he came back, now in charge of a large mafia. Mello smoked weed, did heroin, sold drugs, shoplifted, and many other crimes. Somehow, he managed to never get caught. Not once did he do time in jail. The one who I pity the most in this whole mess is Sayu. She believed in him, she looked up to him…and he failed her."
Sayu loved him…?
"It might be the love shared between a brother and sister or more, I don't know. All I know is that Mello's disappearance caused Sayu so much grief that she began cutting herself," Light said darkly.
Sayu Yagami cut herself starting February 5, 2002 and was admitted into Tokyo General Hospital May 17, 2002 when she suddenly passed out at a business dinner with her family. She went to a therapist until September. Eventually, the self mutilation ceased. But the grief grew worse with each passing day. Light and his father kept her from the truth, fearing that it would only make things harder on her. She found out November 18, 2003 that Mello returned that last April. She fought to see him, and when she found him, with his scar and clad in back leather, she ran, ran away. They haven't seen each other since.
Sayu made Mello bitter…Mello made Sayu weak.
They made each other and destroyed each other.
Sayu suffered for Mello's mistakes and he suffered when she wasn't by his side.
"That may be right. It is a good observation," Light said.
Maybe you should arrange for Sayu and Mello to meet.
"No, I…I'm not sure that's the best idea," Light frowned.
Sorry.
"It's alright, but I do have an idea. Why don't you come over for dinner one of these times?" Light suggested.
I don't know, I have a brother so
"You're brother can come too. This way you can meet Sayu yourself and maybe we can come up with a solution to the problem."
I guess that would be alright.
Light smiled. "I'll write down the address. I know my parents won't have a problem with it." Light opened my closed notebook and wrote down his address on the inside front cover. "The dinner starts at seven, that's not a problem is it?"
I shook my head.
His shoulders seemed to relax. "I think this will be a good for many reasons."
What?
"Nothing…it's nothing," Light said.
Before I could ask, the teacher had come in and it was time to get back to our seats.
Light pulled his chair and uneaten bento box back to his desk, leaving my mind wandering.
Just who is Light Yagami?
And why is he in such a hurry to get to know me?
Only the dinner tonight would tell.
Hopefully I could get Near to go. But I wasn't so sure.
End of Chapter 01
Previews for the next chapter-
"What is Sayu like?"
"It's about Sayu. We…she needs you here. Just come, for her."
"He's coming to see Sayu."
I know Misa's a little out of character but at heart, in the real series, like at the end, she is sorta like this. And, if not for the Death Note, I think Light was a genuine, good person. At least he's not power hungry...
I'll update whenever, I'm on chapter 3 and I'd like to say one thing, "Thank God for Spell Check!" I'm only 13.
Maybe after I finish chapter 3, I'll update but sadly, homework is starting back up because Star Testing is over.
And I'll start 4 Days in the Pacifc probably in June or something, when summer break starts so... I guess it is on short hiatus.
I'm begging for 3-5 reviews! Please! But I won't update until I finish chapter 3 and good news, I'll be done with it by the end of this week.
Till then