A/N: I'm very excited about this chapter and I hope you guys are too! Thank you all for the lovely reviews, and I'm dreadfully sorry about the wait. I've been...distracted, I suppose. My classes are uber difficult this year and I've just had a bunch of stuff going on with my life, friends, and what-not. Well, anyways, here's the fourth chapter of Tyrant.
Ryuk uttered a "Come on." to Misa and they were on their way again. The going was quicker this time because Misa was walking quickly, for what he didn't know, but it seemed of great importance with the hardened expression on her normally innocent face. She said nothing, she simply took step after step, her heels making loud clacks on the rocky floor. Did she know, he pondered, how long she had left? He shook his head, 'Of course not.' his gaze tightened into a grimace and he clenched his fists. "Misa..." he trailed on, "Why...are you doing this?" he barked, his temper flaring. "Haven't you ever heard of letting sleeping dogs lie?"
She turned to him swiftly with an unfamiliar glint in her eye but looked down quickly, "I...you wouldn't understand." she shut her eyes tightly, "You're...You're just a mindless murderer!" Her eyes flashed darkly and she shot her gaze to him. "You kill innocent people to keep yourself alive, you're not even worth the dirt I'm standing on!" she calmed once more, a tear falling from her eye, "and...neither am I." she rubbed her eyes absent-mindedly, " Please...take me home."
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She didn't remember just when she'd fallen asleep, but when she opened her eyes, she knew it had all been a dream. That is, until she shifted her gaze around her room and it landed on a certain shinigami. He returned her stare fiercely.
"Ryuk?" she mumbled groggily. "What...are you doing here?" she exclaimed, suddenly very awake. He glared in her direction. "What...did I do something?" she asked, afraid.
"I helped you," he said,"You were supposed to give me that Death Note." his glare intensified. Her eyes widened in realization."I would of taken it, but you wouldn't let go of the damn thing." he continued. She looked down at her lap and saw that she was indeed clutching the Death Note.
"O-oh, I'm sorry. I'll give it to you as soon as I'm done, but I...I still need your help. " he softened his gaze a bit, he motioned her to continue. "I need you to show me where he's buried." she pleaded. Her looked at her, an unspoken question in his eyes.
"Who?" he inquired, 'She wouldn't have done all this for just one person, right?' . She flickered her gaze to him for a brief moment and continued, slowly. He nodded his head after her shaky response. "I understand, get ready, let's just get this over with." and he left her in her room. She dressed quickly in civilian clothes, her schoolgirl disguise was called upon once more. She stuffed a duffle-bag with some things she might need and headed out. Once they were on the street she silently listened to his directions. Left here. Right there. She was once again left to her thoughts.
Misa was smarter than most people thought. Granted, she wasn't a genius, and she did have her moments, but after Light's death, she had really buckled down and studied. She was hoping to get into University, she had sent in an application months ago. She had become really devoted to her studies, but, of course, all good things come to an end. Around two months ago, she had become plagued with horrible nightmares, the kind of nightmares that leave you paranoid. The kind that prevent you from going to sleep. Dreams of gruesome, cruel, deaths. Sometimes her, and sometimes she couldn't recognize the person at all.
The memories of these such nightmares plagued her during the day, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the taste of vile in her throat, and the blood that ran in her dreams.
"Misa!" the shinigami said, she didn't hear him. He shook her shoulders, she hadn't realized she was crying. Her vision swam and she nearly fell over, he caught her before she could make a scene. She blinked. Once. Twice. she felt the grip on her shoulders and focused all of her energy on that.
"Where are we?" she asked, her sight was normal now and she had control over her body again, "Is this the place?" she wondered aloud. He released his hands from her arms and straightened his back. It was dark out, just like they'd planned. There weren't any people around in a cemetery this late. She looked up at him again, waiting for his response.
"Yeah," he said, "This is the place alright." he motioned for her to follow him. She followed behind him almost reluctantly, fearfully. Misa didn't like cemeteries. They reminded her of the painful loss of her parents, of that void that encompassed her heart after their death. She shivered, from the cold, or the fact that she was in a cemetery, she didn't know. They stopped at an ummarked stone, it had a huge marker, but it lacked a name. She pulled out a flashlight
from her duffle bag. She kneeled down on the ground in front of the grave. She pulled out a little shovel from her bag. She dug. She needed something bigger to even begin to make a dent. "Wait here." she said as she ran off to find a shovel.
About a hundred feet away was a grave with a large shovel leaning on it. This person was buried recently. "Sorry...: she whispered as she walked on the dirt in front of the tombstone. She picked up the shovel and made her way back to where Ryuk was standing. She dropped the flash light in front of the grave so that she could see where she was digging. The process went much smoother this time. It took two hours, at least. She didn't know exactly how long she had been there, but it had to have been a long time. When she actually hit something with her shovel she worked faster, a lot faster. Ryuk actually kneeled down to help her. 'Humans are so interesting.' he thought as he dug deeper into the ground.
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"Sayu..." she tossed and turned in her slumber. There was someone shaking her in her bolted upright. "Who's there!" she shouted. "Wha-!" there was a hand covering her mouth. She tryed to see who it was, but her attacker held her in place. She stilled as his hand moved away from her mouth, then he let her go.
"Not so loud, It's just me, Sayu, don't worry." she knew his voice from somewhere...She jumped off her bed to get a good look at him. She couldn't see in the darkness of her room. She inched closer to him.
"W-Who are you?" her voice quivered. She touched his face, and then his hair. "Light?" she enveloped him in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her and she couldn't shake the eerie feeling that something wasn't right. He chuckled softly and stroked her hair.
"How are you here?" she whispered, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, "I-I thought you were dead!" she exclaimed, clearly confused. He was glad that she couldn't see him in that moment because the wicked grin that spread across his face just might've cemented that unsettling feeling already running through her.
"I was beginning to think that you didn't remember me." he said, his voice sounded mock-hurt and she punched him in the arm. "And I also see you've been busy since I left." she glared at him hotly. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean?" he smiled at her, "Oh really, Kira?" she stammered, "H-how do you...?" he chortled, "Who do you think gave you that Death Note?" his near vermillion colored eyes glared into hers, "I'm glad to see that you decided to carry on your brother's work."
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