Fanfiction: Kage O Shōhi
Category: Death Note
Chapter: 8
Author: Sakura Lawliet
Editor: -
Word Count: 3,393
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY OWN MIYU, KOUKI AND ALL THE OTHER STUDENTS EXCEPT FOR L, LIGHT/KIRA, & KIYOMI
Hello again! :3 Kage O Shōhi is just so fun to write sometimes and I just love sharing it to you all. I just couldn't wait to finish it that I put off doing the rough draft of the Global essay I should be doing since it's do tomorrow, but I believe this is more important to me, hehe.
Now, to the reviewer who said that they could be my editor, I would love that, but I couldn't send you a PM because your review was done as a Guest. If you wish, just send me a PM and I will get to you. I appreciate your reviews to my story, thank you and to everyone else who has reviewed, favorite/followed my story and me. :3 It makes me really, really happy.
Now, as for the idea for the project We Are All Stories In The End, all credit goes to my Global teacher. She's the one who made up this idea. You know that Rough Draft Global Essay that I put off for this? Yup, that's the project I'm doing. :D I just loved the idea so much and it fit quite nicely with my story, I wanted to used it. And I did. So, a big thanks to her, she's an amazing woman.
Anyways, enjoy! :3
CHAPTER 8: WE ARE ALL STORIES IN THE END
Pain.
Not just the physical pain, but the mental pain. It hurt. It all hurt. Was this punishment? Was I that bad of a person to deserve such pain?
I thought as I slowly limped down the dirt path back to my home.
'Home sweet home' they always say, yes? ...At least, I think that what they say. I don't really seem to have a good thinking process at this moment in time...
To be honest, I don't believe I'm really thinking at all. Everything is numb.
Just so numb.
My clothes were ripped, torn and stretched out from some sort of struggle, I noted dimly. If I had any choice, I would never have touched these dirty pieces of cloth, I told myself. I already felt dirty enough...
It was then that everywhere he touched, everywhere he'd been started to burn. I ignored it the best I could.
I liked being numb better, I thought bitterly to myself.
My head was still a little fogged and my movement were sluggish, but I felt relived when my house came into view. It was about 2am. I wonder if my parents are home?
Most likely, I hoped.
I pushed the door to my home open, using the key I always hide underneath the siding of the house, where it was coming off slightly. I stumbled into the hallway and leaned back against the door to close it. I slid down against it for support as I came to sit on the floor. "M-mom?" I shakily called, my voice raw and scratchy.
No response.
"Dad?" A tried again, my voice just as wobbly and rasped. Once again, nothing happened. My parents wheren't home.
I was alone. Again.
It was then that everything came crashing down on me all at once, I remembered what my actions caused. I felt the warm tears fall down my cheeks.
If only I had listened, if only... I choked on a sob, noting pitifully that it echoed of the walls of my empty home. The darkness slowly creeping around the corners. I shivered.
This was my punishment, wasn't it?
I laughed out loud at that, a horrible taste was left in my mouth, as the humorless and dead sounding tone once more echoing back into my ears.
'This is your fault.'
May 5, 2004
Miyu woke up with a start, her body burning slightly in certain places. She quickly moved out of her damp covers, due to her sweat, she walked into the bathroom. She flipped the light switch on, blinking a few times to quill the irrational the sudden light caused and waited for them to adjust. She looked into the mirror and winced.
'I look horrible...' Her thoughts admitted. Miyu turned the cold water on and slashed her face with a handful of the liquid before drying it with the hand towel to her right. 'That didn't help.' Her thoughts mocked.
Her eyes looked a little puffy from crying in her sleep, but wasn't as noticeable as the dark bags she recently gained. Her face was pale and a little bony, from lack of appetite more than enough times, or simply forgetting her meals when she was busy doing other things. Miyu sighed to her reflection. Rubbing a finger under one of her eyes, over one of her dark bags, she frowned.
"This is what you get..." She whispered to herself. "This is all your fault." She slumped against the sink, already worn out. "Why do you dwell in the past? Why is it so important to think about it; to dream about it?" She asked her reflection, her emotions torn and ripped to shreds. How many times has she done this now? Talking to herself using a mirror? "Why...?" She murmured, drained. "I don't want it anymore... I don't, just stop..."
'How pitiful,' Her thoughts mocked once more, and she couldn't say anything back.
Miyu sat at her desk, staring at her students who all had worry marks on their foreheads, which formed every time they set foot into this classroom. Their teacher looked worse each day and it wasn't getting any better. "Good morning class. Today will be on-"
"Eru." Chiyo interrupted. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked everyday and got the same answer, but she never gave up. Her teacher is a very kind and gentle woman. What would it be that troubled Miyu so? Everyone wondered, but nothing was ever were students, they shouldn't push into a teachers personal life.
Miyu paused and then smiled, although it wasn't as lively and real as it was in the beginning of the year. It's only been what? A month and already Miyu was fading? "I'm fine, thank you Saki." She motioned to the board behind her where 'Pain' was written. "What do you all think of pain?" It was silent for a few moments until Chiyo raised her hand. Miyu smiled, "Yes Saki?"
"There are only two types of pain, Physical and Mental, everything branches under those two types. That is what I believe." She said. Miyu nodded.
"Hmm, I see... Rin? Anything else you want to add?" Miyu asked.
"Um..." Akito paused, "Well... I would like to add that imaginary pain is something, but I believe that would 'branch out', as Saki said, under Mental Pain..."
"Yes, I believe so..." Miyu murmured. "Anyone else?"
"Eru, I have a question." Light spoke up, resting his head on the palm of his hand. The sunlight shown on his figure, giving his hair and skin a slight glow. Miyu had no idea how she came to think about such annoying stuff such as Light Yagami glowing, but she shrugged it off with the thought:
'At least it keeps me from thinking about his creature of cold and dark aura...'
"Yes, Osamu?" Miyu asked to keep her mind at bay.
"Well, the fact you bring up pain as a topic for discuss, makes me wonder, especially with your recent wary and... well, tired appearance... Is this what you are feeling? Pain?" Miyu became tight-lipped and she slightly narrowed her eyes at the brunette.
"Is there reason behind that question, Osamu?" She inquired.
"Of course there is!" Instead of Light responding, Chiyo jumped up from her seat, hands firmly clenching at her desk. Her face was consorted into deep worry, "He's worried! We're worried! As we should be! You look about to collapse from exhaustion! Why don't you take a break, Eru? It would be good for you."
"Saki, I've already said, I'm fine, there is no need for worry." Miyu had to force herself from scowling.
'Worried? Students worried about their teacher? Isn't it suppose to be the other way around?' Her thoughts frowned in response.
"But-" Chiyo started, but Miyu raised her hand.
"No, I think we are done for today." Miyu said, her frown finally coming to show on her face. "Your homework is to write a three paged paper on what you think pain is, how is works, if you think it is good or bad and what your experiences have been with pain. I'm sure you'll be able to finished by the end of class, and if you do, just keep it, I will not be collecting them until tomorrow." Miyu sat down at her desk, her words leaving a finality in them that no one objected to and quickly got to work on their assignment.
After everything was said and done, Miyu regretted her actions. She scowled at the stack of papers in front of her that she had yet to grade from last night.
'Today sucks.' Her thoughts grumbled as she also got to work.
May 10, 2004
"Miyu-san." Miyu shot right into a straight sitting posture, from her previous slumped one. She was so tired, but hearing Ryuzaki's monotone voice echo in her ears she felt it clear the fogginess she was experiencing moments ago.
"Yes, Ryuzaki?" Miyu shot a short smile towards him, gathering the loose pieces of paper in front of her into a neat stack.
Ryuzaki said nothing, and Miyu looked over to him, only to find he was watching her like a hawk, or should she more accurately say owl? His eyes were more owlish than that of a hawk. Large, deep and very, very unnerving, if you think about it. They looked almost as if they could stare right through you, like they could see everything you stood for...
"Miyu-san, are you listening?" Miyu shook her head of such weird thoughts and looked back to Ryuzaki.
"H-huh? What did you say?" Ryuzaki only sighed and that made Miyu frown. Was she already getting on his nerves?
"Maybe you should go home and get some rest, Miyu-san. You aren't very productive when you are clearly exhausted." Miyu winced.
"I'm fine, not tired at all," She lied. Ryuzaki gave her that look, the bored one he uses when he's either annoyed from getting interrupted or when he's trying to say, 'I don't believe you, don't waste my time.' In a Ryuzaki type of way, of course.
"Miy-"
"Ryuzaki." She said over him so he wouldn't finish his thought. He narrowed his eyes at her and Miyu blinked at him, trying to get him to lay off of her, as innocently as possible.
Silence.
"Ryuzaki." Another voice called for the detectives attention and he grudgingly tore his eyes away from his victim to his caretaker. "Maybe we should let the team go home for the night." Watari suggested, motioning to the men on the Task Force. Miyu rubbed at her eyes a bit, to clear the sudden blurriness in them and observed the scene she didn't notice till now. Everyone looked and acted as worn out as Miyu felt, but didn't show. Matsui had passes out on top of his paper work while Aihara was on the verge of joining the younger man, swaying forward a bit, eyes half-lidded in sleep. Soichiro's hair was disheveled and his cloths gained new wrinkles and he sprawled out on the couch, looking through some papers, longer than usual, as Miyu watched his eyes dart over the page, but she realized he probably wasn't comprehending anything the piece of parchment had to say.
Moji was sitting on the couch, but bent over his knees, rubbing viciously at his eyes. Turning to Light, she noticed her looked just about the same as his father. She sighed at the sight of disarray her team was in.
"Yes, I agree." Ryuzaki said, "Yagami-san." He called and Soichiro quickly perked up at the sound of his name.
"Yes, Ryuzaki?"
"You are free to leave now. I suggest you do." Miyu looked down at her lap and saw blond locks, she smiled. Gently running her fingers through the soft tresses she relaxed. Kouki had fallen asleep not too long after they came here, tired out from all the moving around they have been doing. Going from home, to school, to HQ, and then working with a Task Force from the NPA plus the Greatest Detective In the World to capture a world known criminal called Kira... Yeah, Miyu admits that it tires her out too, obviously. She sighed lightly before her attention was called for.
"Miyu-san." Ryuzaki tried again. "I believe it is time for you to leave also."
Miyu grinned, "Trying to get rid of me, Ryuzaki?" She teased. "That doesn't work very well, I should warn you."
"I think it would be wise to follow them out." He ignored her.
"Who said I was wise?" She asked him, twirling a short blond lock around her finger.
"Miyu-san." Ryuzaki frowned.
"Ryuzaki," She answered.
Silence. Miyu tried to ignore the way Ryuzaki's eyes bore into her person, trying to figure her out no doubt. His eyes seemed to be burning holes through her being as his mind worked out a answer to his unvoiced questions.
"How long do you plan to stay?" He muttered behind his thumb.
"A little longer. Kouki seems comfortable at the moment."
"Oh... I see." He moved on from her to his computer screen pretty quickly after that.
Miyu pursed her lips before sorting through the papers before her for a second time. Gruleing, and absolutely boring, but it had to be done. There wasn't anything else to do until Kira made his next move. Either him, or Second Kira. Waiting, quite frankly, was just torturous.
'At least, this waiting was,' Miyu thought to herself. It was then that something popped into her head.
"Ryuzaki?" She called out to him. She felt her hands start to sweat a little, but chided herself for it in her head. This was nothing to get all wound up about.
"Hmm?" He acknowledged behind his thumb, but never turned to look at her.
"I wanted to know... What did you mean by "Is it because it was not consensual" You're words exactly..." Miyu murmured that last sentence, her heart not really into the question anymore. "Do you know...?" She whispered.
"Yes, Light-kun told me." Miyu blinked at him and almost laughed at that, but only smiled instead. She just didn't have the energy to that, plus she would disturb Kouki from his slumber.
'He was quick to put Light's name in there. Way to throw him to the wolves Ryuzaki.' She chuckled inwardly. 'Light must have told him he wasn't suppose to say anything out of class, especially with such a... gruesome topic.' Miyu looked down.
"I see, thank you." She said before getting back to work.
A couple hours passed, Miyu still wasn't sure, until Ryuzaki told her to leave. Miyu took heed to his words this time and got up to leave. "Kouki..." She coaxed "Sweety, it's time to get up, let's go." Kouki groaned before slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Okay, Mommy..." He mumbled, sleepily and Miyu smiled softly.
"Well, Ryuzaki, I bid you a goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow." Miyu turned to stare at his back as he still hasn't looked at her since the others left earlier.
"Same to you, Miyu-san." Was the only thing he said and so Miyu turned around and left, her fingers tightly woven with her sons.
May 11, 2004
Miyu hopped around the classroom, a little more energetic than she's felt in a while. A smile on her lips on the verge of a smirk or grin, or maybe even both. Who knows for sure.
When her students came in they weren't expecting a chipper Miyu, more of a the gloomy woman they've seen for some time now. They didn't know what to feel, happy, or more worried. Miyu switched so fast from yesterday's mood to today's mood they were a little anxious to know what was going on. They were curious.
"Good morning class!" She grinned, to them. "I have some news for you all," She chuckled, moving to the board. "A project that I've been planning for some time." She picked up the chalk and wrote in her elegant handwriting, 'We Are All Stories In The End'. "The title of this project is, obviously, 'We Are All Stories In The End'," Kouki picked up a stack of papers off Miyu's desk and began to pass them out. "This should be fairly easy for you, I'm sure. You have to write about yourself." Miyu smiled gently. "The paper Kouki's handing out to you has all the things you are to add in this assignment.
"There are to be at least 4 paragraph. No less than 4, otherwise, I have no qualms except it should be at least three pages long. As the paper says, this will be a sort of Autoethnography, 'a form of self-reflection and writing that explores the researcher's personal experience and connects this autobiographical story to wider cultural, political, and social meanings and understandings.'. Your first paragraph, as the paper says before you, you describe yourself and not just your physical attributes, but who you are emotionally, spiritually, and socially. Paragraph two should contain past events that made you who you are, like memories and such. Paragraph three; tell me about yourself, who you are, your interests, who you wish you were. And paragraph four; look into the future. What do you want your story to be? Your legacy? How do you want to be remembered? Where do you think you'll be 5 years from now? 10 years?" Miyu paused and turned to look back to her class, smile still on her face. "Okay? Any questions?"
Kaito raised his hand, "Yes, Nobu?" Miyu asked.
"When is this due?" He questioned.
"Well... I guess a month from today, but this paper should only take you a few days, a week at most." She grinned, "Take your time, there's no rush." Daiki raised his hand. "Yes, Jiro?"
"Um, well, are you going to do this too?" Miyu paused.
"Do you want me to...?" She asked. There was a good few head nods and she smiled. "Sure, I'll do it too, then. Good luck on yours." She wished. "Now! Get to work, at least make an outline, or something, otherwise we can go over that tomorrow. Just start thinking about what you want to write about." She sat down in her seat, Kouki right next to her side. She smiled warmly at him, pulling her onto her lap.
'I love him so much..' Miyu thought, cuddling into his small frame as she pulled out some paper to make an outline herself.
"Miyu." Chiyo spoke up. "How are you today?"
"I feel pretty good, but it's probably just all the caffeine in my system. Thank you for asking." Miyu said as Kouki leaned into her.
"You're welcome." Chiyo said before going back to the task on hand.
Miyu felt a slight pressure in her chest.
'Liar,' Miyu called herself out because the real reason was because she didn't have any dreams last night.
No memories. No pain... for the most part.
May 11, 2004
"You seem to be in a good mood, Miyu-san." Light commented. Miyu looked up from the papers in her hand.
"Huh? Oh... Yes, seems so." She responded off offhandedly.
"What's put you in such a good mood?" He 17 year old asked and Miyu for some strange reason, just wanted the kid to shut up.
"Caffeine." Was her terse reply. "Just a little more energetic than I was for some time."
"Oh, I see." Miyu blinked when Ryuzaki's face flashed behind her eyelids. For some reason, the way he said that reminded her of when Ryuzaki said the same words to her the night before.
'Interesting.' She thought.
"I have a question..." Light continued and Miyu turned to him with raised eyebrows.
"Really?" She wondered.
"Yes, about the project you're making us do..." Miyu motioned for him to continue as she sorted through some of her things looking for the papers she still needs to grade seeing as it was her lunch break and had some time to do so.
'Then there was Light.' Her thoughts snickered.
"What made you think of it? Such a project? Or should I say, when did you have the time for it?"
'When I found myself awake in the middle of the night,' Her thoughts answered, but Miyu only smiled at him.
"Just something I thought about while teaching one day and then I just worked out the kinks in my spare time during my lunch breaks." Light nodded.
"Ah," He said in understanding. "Interesting."
"I guess... Now why don't you go eat your lunch, there's still 15 minutes of lunch break left." Light paused before nodding.
"Sure, see you later Eru." He turned around and walked to the door. It wasn't until the door closed after him that Miyu was able to let go of the break she didn't know she was holding. The air felt warmer and Miyu looked down to her desk in thought.
"I wonder why it follows Light around and just what it is... Hmm..." She murmured to herself. Kouki jumped up from his spot in the corner and ran over to Miyu to trow himself into her lap.
"Cuddles Mommy..." Was the only thing he said to justify his actions. Miyu smiled.
'My little ball of happiness...' Miyu thought, hugging the little frame of his person to her in an embrace.
"I love you, Kouki."
"I love you, too, Mommy."
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