Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note the series, a Death Note or any of the DN-ish themes or characters.
Expect an OC, plus some OOC-ness. Enjoy!
The Rules of the Death Note
I've got an entire pack of gauze pressured on the gunshot wound, how could she still be bleeding?!
"Get after him, Light!" she yells. She's angry. Her fingers have stopped trembling by now. Too long. Eight minutes late… too long! Where's the damn ambulance!?
No, she can't die… it's not…
Her breaths are small wisps of fog in the still night air. The shoot-out of just a few minutes ago seemed to have never happened. The only reminders were the tire-marks of the van that sped away and the bullet-hole in her chest.
She doesn't groan when she shifts positions anymore, but I can see she's still in pain.
I know… the Death Note!
I draw out the winding-pin in my watch, pop open the back. My fingers were covered in so much blood, I didn't dare touch the paper. I just started writing. Scribbling faster when I hear her breathing slow down even more.
Eighty-seven years old… that's a possible age, a heart attack in her sleep the same night as her husband, Light Yagami.
Yes, that's perfect. Together… just like we always…
Her eyes widen, she grabs my hand. I can't help but grin. I have saved her life with the same tool I used to wipe out the unjust filth on the face of this planet. I don't have to wipe away the trails of tears now, she was going to be alright.
I brush her bangs out of her eyes, smiling when her beautiful brown eyes stare blankly back. Not moving. Her heartbeat falling silent against my fingers. The small admittance of life that let him know that she was still with him, stopped.
Only the words of this killing tool echoed through the silence: unless physically possible for the victim to carry out the actions written in the Death Note… the victim shall die of a heart attack.
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