I do not own Death Note or its characters, the fake versions of God is watching all belong to me I don not own the original God is watching song.
L sat opposite of Misa, having sent Mello and Matt to investigate the abandoned house. Staring down at the drawing Misa had handed to him. The photo had sparked something in his brain, a new need.
To not only reveal Light as the monster he was, but to reveal the reasons why he had morphed into the evil, cynical, and disgusting thing he had been when he first tried to murder L.
Giving this photo a small glance, like Mogi had-would only give the idea of a it being a decent drawing for a child. For L though, he had died and he could see that Misa wasn't alone in the photo.
In the photo a much smaller version of the woman was shown; still innocent and naive to the evils of the world and with her was a smaller version of a shinagami, with its face looking like it had been taken apart and sewed back together. Its arms were wrapped around Misa, in a possibly comforting hug.
L would've been able to stare at the photo for hours and contemplate possibilities, for hours if it weren't for, "His name was Gelus." Misa said softly.
L paused his thoughts and looked at the girl. Using his eyes to scan whatever emotions were written across her face. Saddens, loneliness, and unconditional affection; that was it.
L was about to ask what she mean when, "If your going to ask why I said was, its because he died...and before you ask how its because he cared for me and Light." L try to open his mouth again and she cut him off with, "Rem explained it to me when I didn't remember anything from the year I met Light and the time I spent with him. Her memories were wiped clean as well and she only remembered that Gelus died-but somehow they were re-written so she wouldn't question Dark. What she told me then was that if a shinigami dies to protect someone at all, its most likely because they have positive feelings for that person, and when somebody tried to harm me, he wrote the mans name down and Gelus turned to dust, all the years of life Gelus had, became mine. I haven't died or gotten any older. I'm much older than Watari even is." Misa finished her explanation taking a couple breaths. L took her indisposed moment as an advantage and finally asked his question.
"So, then what is the truth." Misa stared at him. "You said the truth was re-written so nobody would question this Dark person." L continued.
The girl looked at him for a minute then said. "The truth...was that it was both Light and I, that were attacked. Its considered ultimate treason to care about a human in the shinigami realm. When it happened Dark snatched us up and...used the Scythe of Punishment on Gelus. If you look through Light's journal there will be a picture of it."
L listened to her and flipped through the book and when he landed on page 86, "Is this it." L asked her, earning a nod in response.
L looked at the photo, it had the pattern-sewed faced shinagami being cut by a long scyth that had skulls wrapped around the wooden part of it, with glowing chains appearing out of it there was one chain wrapped around a younger version of Light and another around Misa.
The sight was horrifying, the two children were curled together in Gelus' arms clutching on to him it looked. L could see tears were drawn and when he looked at the other details he saw that they were in a large room that was similar to a kings throne room, the room's walls were similar to mirrors and leading up to the ceiling was another floor with other shinigami looking down at them from over a railing, most were smiling.
"They wanted to destroy Gelus for being so weak and since they knew Light and I loved him just as much, they decided we would be the death of him. They made a cut at his chest and made large cuts on Light and I's hands. By putting our hands together and mixing our blood with Gelus, his life pored into us. I haven't died in centuries. Even though I've tried so hard, my life won't end. Light...he got the worse part of the deal though."
L couldn't believe his ears, centuries. 'The girl is centuries older than me,' he thought 'and Light as well' his thought continued. 'wait...how could his punishment be worse.' L's mind was running with theories and questions, he couldn't figure out which ones to express or ask.
So he decided one that had been bugging him ever since Matsuda retrieved Light's journal. "Who is Dark?" he asked.
Misa looked down at the table, jamming her nails into the palms of her hands, and if the drops of blood were anything to go by. She had obviously broke skin. "So many centuries have passed since then I no longer remember what the time period was then, but it was still apart of the time After Christ. Shinigami, if bored enough will quit killing and die, so reproduction plans were made. Usually Shinigami are born from people who were particular bitter or given the worst type of life that when they die, instead of going to the gates of heaven or the boiling pits of hell, they go to the King of the Shinigami and because of there past lives they have no problems with getting the memories of there past lives wiped so that they can commit to the duties of being a death god...There weren't enough shinigami being made by that so they were given permission to begin mating with other human-like species. Even given permission to bring them to the Shinigami realm as servants and marriage partners. Nobody from the shinigami realm had attached feelings because they knew that the human's lives could end in a matter of years. One rule was made though, you couldn't take someone away without the consent of that person. Usually, a shinigami brought back people who were desperate. Whose biological clocks were near depleted, were called ugly, scorned, or too bitter to engage in social happenings. That was how things went, until..." Misa trailed off.
L felt like a child whose parents cut off telling the ending of a bedtime story. "Until?" He asked trying not to sound eager to know.
"Until the king decided he would have an heir, he searched for years to find the best person to create offspring with. When he found her, a beautiful Nephilim who was the offspring of fallen angels. She didn't judge the shinigami on there looks and had the ability to turn the shriveled and dead landscape of the death god realm into a fertile and fruitful place." She said.
L suddenly felt like it was the Misa during the first investigation going on about her and Lights tragic love story possibilities. "So," he began. "She gave him an heir."
Misa shook her head at this. "Upon visiting the castle at one point she saw him murder a child that's human ancestry dominated over the shinigami side. She begged him not to, but he called the child weak and did it anyway. She refused any of his advances after that, in fear of any child she gave him would be killed. He gave up on her and went on to other females, but they didn't give him the child he wanted, until he met another nephilim. Unlike the one before her, her mind wandered into more evil types of power. She wasn't as beautiful as the one before but she wasn't ugly either. She gave him his heir. He seemed to be satisfied with the son he was given, even went so far as too have a daughter as well." She told him.
"So the male heir was Dark," he guessed and earned a swift nod from her. "Then," he began. "Who is the girl." Misa's hands seemed to have clenched even tighter together to the point she stopped and wrapped her arms around herself as the blood dripped down her arms. "Sadly," she whispered in a quivering tone. "I am" she smiled at him.
In the other room Matt and Mello walked in dragging large cases with them. "Man," Matt said. "If it weren't for the fact I died once because of this kid, I'd kiss him because of all that technology he had." he joked looking at everyone who all stayed silent staring at the window of the interrogation room. Where inside L sat completely shocked. Eyes wide and the look of pure surprise written on his face, as Misa stared down at the table with small trickles of blood still dripping lightly down her arms.
"Okay, what did we miss." Mello asked to where Near answered. "Don't worry, it was all video-taped so you can watch it afterwards, in the meantime you could try getting Matt to quit fawning over the evidence, what is all this stuff anyways?" Mello sneered at the smaller boy and said, "Lets just say we are gonna be spending a LONG time going through this stuff and also, this isn't all of it...we sort of need a giant truck to haul it all here, if L really wants us to be bring it here instead of having to leave his snug little fortress." Matt just continued gushing over the small cameras he found.
Hope you liked it, its been a while since I last wrote cause I just started high-school. (please note this is a story I wrote in the past so obviously some time line things may be wrong)