A/N: Hi there, it
is I, the queen of irregular updates! I hope you'll enjoy this
final chapter and review when you've read it :)
I hope the weird
OOCness in this is good weird and not bad weird…
Oh, and just
one more thing: In chapter one, I used .øØø.
to start the flashback/dream and I've been using .oOo.
to… other things. So I'm going to use .øØø.
to end the flashback/dream as well… just… I don't want to cause
any confusion… and that could easily have confused me XD
~Goodnight, Sweet Princess~
This was just a dream. Yes, there was no possible way that this could really be happening.
"I don't care! If I see you with her again, I'll kill her!"
Misa had said that she'd kill Takada if she saw them together. Light had thought nothing of it, had thought that she was just very possessive and exaggerated for effect. But... No. It couldn't possibly be Misa. It was just a freaky coincidence, even though he knew that his new 'girlfriend' wasn't above stalking. Because how else could she know that they'd met? And the only reason Light had approached the now dead Takada was to tell her that he was going out with someone else— Misa. Sure, they'd shared a hug, but it was nothing but a friendly gesture. Perhaps Misa had seen it and misunderstood...
No. Because Misa didn't kill Takada.
The phone rang again. Light, in his shock, had forgotten it. Shaking, he lifted it to his ear and, in a voice which he hoped sounded a little calmer than he felt, said "Who is this?"
"Light! Misa's so sorry, but I've been busy today, so I haven't had the chance to call my knight in shining armour." She laughed. Light was beginning to hate that sound.
"M-Misa... did you... did you hear?"
"Hear what, honey?" Light would've rolled his eyes, but was too distracted to notice.
"Takada died."
"... Oh. Well, that's... that's sad." It was pretty obvious that she didn't mean it. Light could almost hear her smile through the phone.
"Yeah, it is. Seems like her house was burned down while she was still in there."
Misa went completely quiet.
"Misa, you wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"
"... Can I come over, Light?"
"I guess... where are you?"
The doorbell rang.
"Right outside Light's door." She laughed again.
.oOo.
They were in Light's room, Misa having placed herself on the bed again and Light sitting in the chair at his desk. Light had repeated his question about Misa knowing anything about Takada's death, after which she'd stopped chattering away about everything and nothing and gone silent again. She was staring at her feet when she finally managed to answer him.
"I just... I didn't want... I told you that I'd..."
Light didn't believe it. He'd almost convinced himself that Misa hadn't done it, but that was just as good as saying 'yeah, I killed her, but it was totally your fault'. How could she... How was it possible for her to...
"Y-You... you killed her, didn't you?"
She looked at him, defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Okay, I killed her! I killed her! I said I'd kill her if I saw you together, and then what? I go to your college once to meet you and what do I see? You and that ugly bitch, hugging. How do you think that made me feel, huh?"
"This is crazy. You're insane," Light's voice got louder and he was yelling now, "what the Hell were you thinking?! Do you think you can just murder anyone who gets in your way? And how you feel? Try thinking about how her family feels right now!"
"But Light, I just wanted to--"
"I don't care! Get out of my life!" He wanted her gone. She belonged in an asylum somewhere. Anywhere. As long as she couldn't bother him anymore. And screw being polite. He didn't even care if the gun from previously was somewhere in the room, he just wanted her to get away from him. Who knew what else she was capable of?
"Light, please don't be this way, I can't--"
"Let's make a deal, then. If you get the Hell out now and never come back, I won't turn you in." That was, of course, a lie. Light had always believed that murderers should be locked up where they couldn't do any harm. But if she thought that he was serious, perhaps she'd leave…
"But Light, I love you…"
"Do we have a deal?"
"I-I… Please, Light… I was only… you can't… please?!" Tears were forming in her eyes again, her hands were clenching the sheets, and Light knew that she was helpless. If there was anything she could do, she would've done it sooner.
"Get out."
"But--"
"Get out!"
She got up from the bed. Then, silently, she left. Just like that. She said nothing about Light turning her in, nothing about seeing him again, nothing. Light didn't move, shocked that she'd just left without further objection.
He finally managed to exhale deeply when he heard the door downstairs being quietly shut. What a relief. He didn't have to worry about his family -or himself- anymore, he didn't have to hear that laugh, and he'd probably never see that smile again.
But he still had a feeling that something was wrong. A little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that it couldn't possibly be that easy and that it wasn't the last time he'd seen Misa. However, he chose to ignore the voice and leaned back in the chair.
Peace at last.
.oOo.
A week later, the initial shock that Takada's death had caused was disappearing and people were beginning to go on with their days like nothing had happened.
Light knew that he should've turned Misa in, but he wanted to wait until his own paranoia was gone or at least not nagging at him constantly. Every time he relaxed a little, the voice in the back of his head returned, telling him that he should be expecting Misa to show up any time. He tried not to listen to it, but he was beginning to glance over his shoulder wherever he went, almost hoping to see her there, if only to know that he had a reason to be as paranoid as he was. He'd tried telling himself that there was nothing to be afraid of and that he should just tell the police that he knew who'd kill Takada. Hell, he could just tell his own dad, who was a police-officer. But he refrained.
And that was probably not a very good idea.
Because one day, a day like any other, his fear came true. But he didn't know. In fact, he had no clue whatsoever. It had been a normal day, a bit chilly perhaps, but otherwise normal. He'd been home earlier than expected and found the house empty. He thought nothing of this and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, intending to relax for the rest of the day.
When he opened his mouth to drink, everything went black.
.oOo.
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that he couldn't move his arms. He opened his eyes and discovered that the reason was that someone had tied his hands to the headrest of his bed.
No, wait. This wasn't Light's bed? Then where was he?
"Good morning, Light. Misa's been waiting for you to wake up."
He turned his head and saw her. She was standing next to the bed, smiling that creepy smile…
"Wh... how did you…"
She shrugged, still smiling.
"Light wouldn't believe how cheap chloroform is," she said.
And she stood there.
She just stood there…
Watching him…
And then…
Then…
Then…
.øØø.
Light was pulled out of his sleep by the burning sensation of a knife across his ribs. His eyes shot open due to the pain and he immediately saw (and felt) Misa sitting on his legs, leaning over in order to be able to reach him with the knife… where did that knife come from anyway? She had, obviously, been awake longer than Light had, so she'd probably had time to go get it from another room in the house… or apartment. Light had no idea; he'd only seen the bedroom. All he knew -since Misa had told him- was that it was located somewhere in Northern Japan and that no one knew of its existence. "Misa isn't stupid," she'd said, "Misa knows that the police is looking for you."
The blade ran over his chest again, leaving grotesque, bleeding marks on his skin. It didn't hurt as much as some of the other things she did, but it was still painful.
She pressed harder against the knife, causing it to cut deeper and Light bit his lower lip to refrain from crying out. Apparently, that made her happy and she giggled to herself.
"Let me hear your beautiful voice, Light. Come on, scream for Misa…"
He tried not to, he really did. He tried so hard to stay quiet, but then he felt the knife go through his hand, ripping apart the muscles… the fragile bones… all the nerves in his arm screamed and Light had no choice but to do the same. And Misa just laughed. No, she cackled, enjoying his pain. Hi arm cramped up in pain, the restraints against his wrists only making it worse and he tried to stop his own screaming, but it hurt so much. He could feel the blood running down the remains of what was once a fully functional left hand, but now had been reduced to a useless piece of flesh with fingers and a hole that went all the way through it.
And it hurt…
Misa had stopped laughing and was watching him writhe in pain. At least he'd managed to stop screaming, he noticed, almost proud of himself.
"Don't stop now, Light… Misa wants to hear you!" She raised her hand again, seemingly intending to stab his other hand as well, but paused.
"Light… Tell me you love me," she said. Light looked at her like she was insane. Which she was. There was absolutely no way that he would say that. He knew that she'd get angry with him if he didn't, but he was going to die in that room anyway and he'd already decided never to speak to her again. Just thinking about saying it made him want to throw up.
"Come on, say it!" He shook his head.
Then she raised her head enough for him to see her eyes. Her smile hadn't faded one bit, but her eyes… she looked… not just furious. She… words could not describe the anger in that look. He'd never believed that looks could kill, but he could actually feel her eyes when they locked with his. It hurt, but in a different way than when she had stabbed him. It wasn't quite like the emotional suffering he was going through, either. It was something entirely different.
And it scared the Hell out of him.
"Why won't you talk to me, Light? Misa's been so good to you. You should be grateful… SAY SOMETHING, DAMN IT!" She screamed the last part.
The knife went through his other hand and he screamed again.
"I LOVE YOU, LIGHT!"
Then it went through his shoulder and his screams increased rapidly in volume.
"WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME BACK?"
It hurt so much…
He couldn't think…
"LOVE ME!"
He managed to inhale— a horrible sound to him, and he screamed again as his stomach was penetrated by the blade… this scream almost sounded like a gurgle to him.
"LOVE ME!"
This time it pierced the right side of his chest.
Why didn't she just kill him and get it over with?
"LOVE ME!"
And then he realized… that was exactly what she was doing… she was killing him.
"JUST LOVE ME!"
At last.
She stabbed the left side of his chest this time, and suddenly it didn't hurt anymore.
The world disappeared…
.oOo.
A young woman was sitting on a bed, watching the corpse in front of her. She was a beautiful woman and the dead body in front of her used to be beautiful as well. But now, with numerous stab wounds and blood all over it, it looked hideous. No longer than a few minutes earlier, it had been alive, screaming beneath her as she killed what once was a young man.
The woman lay down beside the body after swallowing a handful of pills and a glass of water. There was a smile upon her face, a melancholic one, and the heavy make-up she wore was running down her face after the crying she'd done while killing the young man.
She hugged the corpse and as her eyes closed, she whispered to herself:
"What a wonderful way to die…"
Goodnight, sweet princess.
